X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center
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				Title: <strong>X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 10:18:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Salem Center</strong></span></span></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Active Time is September of 2017</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Board Directory</em></span></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>- OOC - General/Info/Characters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268105.0) -</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>- IC - The Mansion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268954.0) -</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>- IC - The Dormitories (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268958.0) -</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>- IC - Inner Grounds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268955.0) -</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>- IC - Outer Grounds (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268956.0) -</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>- IC - The Basements (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268957.0) -</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>- IC - Salem Center (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268953.0) -</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>- IC - Everwhere Else (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268952.0) -</em></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Board Description</em></span></span><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>This thread is for the town of Salem Center. It is a peaceful community, with the main staples of a thriving modern town. It isn’t directly attached to a main interstate, but a few highways converge here, and being near Breakstone Lake helps with the property value. Wealthier folks tend to live nearby, and in town. The price of living is considerably high, and the stores in the mall are more high priced than those that might be found in neighboring cities. Thread mainly includes the mall, parks, bars, clubs, public markets, grocery, and anything else found in a typical wealthy town.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Header Code</em></span></span><br><br></span></span><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[hr]<br>[floatleft][img height=200]http://i.imgur.com/ELhvU2n.jpg[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Character[/b]: (please provide character name here)<br>[b]Location[/b]: (Be as specific as possible, IC board title is not correct)<br>[b]Date/Time[/b]: (self evident.)<br>[b]Content[/b]: (can be a summary of the post, or a warning of explicit content)<br>[b]Tagging[/b]: (very important, be sure to let everyone know whos in the scene, provide OPEN or CLOSED for everyone else)<br>[hr]<br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>18-06-2017, 22:42:22</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/92/b5/71/92b5714b3322ba293ff73db5c5ebe3ec.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Dominic Kincaid<br><strong>Location</strong>: Arcade<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; A relaxed first date.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Jennifer Cole<br><hr><hr><br>For Dominic, the last two years at the school had been interesting.&nbsp; While there, he'd learned to hone his powers and use them to his benefit.&nbsp; He'd also been given leave to continue to master his skills with his sword and had grown even more skilled in that time.&nbsp; To the point that there was no one there that could match him with blades.&nbsp; Add in his ability to slip into a pocket dimension and then back out when the right moment to strike arrived and he was perhaps one of the most dangerous of them in a one on one situation.&nbsp; Assassin had been a nickname that they'd thought about for him before eventually settling on Gates.&nbsp; In truth, he wasn't sure which of the two he really preferred, but it wasn't relevant now.&nbsp; After a year of being called Gates, that wasn't going to be changing anytime soon, even if it was a little inaccurate.&nbsp; He hadn't figure out how to open those dimensions to anywhere other than where he'd originally opened them yet, but that was a minor detail that no one paid attention to.<br><br>But as for details he should be paying attention to, he turned towards where his date was currently shooting at zombies on a screen.&nbsp; He'd already been killed and was currently out of quarters to rejoin, so he was just watching her go.&nbsp; Jennifer, or Jam as she preferred to be called, had been at the school almost as long as he had, but oddly enough they had never really had much to do with one another.&nbsp; They were in different classes, different social circles, and just generally didn't spend much time together.&nbsp; The same could not be said for her sister, Heather, who had only been at the school for a few months and had ended up in his social circle almost immediately.&nbsp; And then quickly in his bed as well.&nbsp; The pair had had a very fun fling before both knew that nothing but sex could come of it.&nbsp; And Dominic did want more.&nbsp; So that had ended as quickly as it started, although they still got along well.<br><br>It had also, incidentally, introduced him to Jam.&nbsp; And they had ended up becoming friends rather easily.&nbsp; She was different from her sister but definitely a lot of fun, although they hadn't slept together.&nbsp; Hell, this was actually their first date and it had been difficult getting that.&nbsp; Not on her end, she had said yes as soon as he'd asked.&nbsp; But getting her away from her ever present group of friends had proven much more difficult than he'd thought.&nbsp; And once he'd finally managed it to ask, he had gotten picked on by her friends later for not having the guts to do it in front of them.&nbsp; But it hadn't been a matter of guts as much as he felt that asking someone on a date was a private matter and didn't need to be done in front of all of her friends.&nbsp; It didn't help that he didn't really want anything to do with them to begin with.<br><br>Fortunately they hadn't tried to tag along on the date and left the two of them alone.&nbsp; And they had decided to go to the arcade for a bit and have some fun.&nbsp; And fun they'd had so far with them going back and forth, attempting to outdo one another with Jam seemingly getting the better of most of the games since he wasn't really a gamer.&nbsp; But he'd had a lot of fun and she was clearly having fun too, which was all he could ask for.&nbsp; But just then, he was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of her letting out a noise of anger and disappointment as she was taken out by some massive zombie boss that had caught her while she was reloading.&nbsp; Chuckling softly, he moved to her side.&nbsp; <strong>"Looks like we're both out of quarters,"</strong> he said, <strong>"Should we get some more or did you have something else in mind?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>19-06-2017, 10:34:52</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DygUGqf.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Heather Cole<br><strong>Location</strong>: "The Cardinal Exchange" - Salem Center<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 1st, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>: Going to to town, and collecting soem clothes for the first trip to the changing room.<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: This Outfit (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/f0/37/3bf0370d34e8504f280b99a49085d17b.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Abigail<br><hr><hr><br>The afternoon had a sweeping weather pattern over the town of Salem Center. It was starting to cool in this part of country, especially, even by now, in early September, the winds from the North were turning into daggers that sliced through clothing and challenged constitution. <br>&nbsp;<br>The clouds didn’t threaten. And the autumn sunlight shone through them enough to make everything look pleasant. The falling leaves and the amber colored wind in the forest inspired awe with a visual on the hillside. Heather and Jennifer often saw each other after school, The older Cole sister had work off campus after school on most days, and Heather liked to tag along for a ride into town. Jam drove a mom car, a four door sedan that looked like every other car on the road, rounded, boat like, slow, unthreatening. It was a gentle tan color off the line. But, it just looked worn out and boring now. Jam loved her car, it didn’t fit her personality at all. But there was plenty of space, and she’d fit 7 people in it before without the trunk or too much trouble. The Cole sister’s rarely rode out by themselves. One of their friends tagged along daily, or more. <br>&nbsp;<br>Heather, Abi and Jam listened to Kanye West on low volume while they had chatted and giggled their way down the road. It wasn’t a long drive, about ten minutes with good traffic. The younger girls had been dropped off downtown. Eventually, they were to make their way toward ‘The Legacy Hair Salon’, where Jam was employed. The two of them had four and a half hours to explore the town. Heather had some money in her pocket, enough for some additions to her wardrobe and a few cups of coffee to pass the time. She was dressed in a pair of floral denim shorts (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/f0/37/3bf0370d34e8504f280b99a49085d17b.jpg) that fit her like a second layer of skin. They were good for clothes shopping in, and easier to take off than they appeared. her school bag was still hanging from her right shoulder. If they found a place to be idle at any point, she would google her way through her homework so that her night was free later on.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>Heather and Abi said their casual ‘laters’ and ‘goodbye’s’ to the older sister figure in the four door sedan about ten feet from the front door of Heather’s favorite place to shop, aptly named ‘The Cardinal Exchange.’ It was a second hand store with an overflowing clearance section and seamstresses that made almost everything as good as new as it was purchased from previous owners. This shop was a bit more expensive than usual second hand stores, but it was a good place to start, because she could always find what she was looking for without overpaying at some silly boutique. It was better than buying new, without a doubt. Typically, after she was done here, filling out the shopping list she had in her head would be as easy at one of the other nine places along the way to The hair salon. <br>&nbsp;<br>The bell had chimed as they came in, and another young woman greeted them while doing some inventory near the front. It was a slow day for shopping apparently, Abi, Heather, and the lone employee were alone in the store. Her nametag said ‘Kristin’, she was casually dismissive and chipper at the same time, the perfect attitude for the environment. Heather offered her a simple <strong>“heey!</strong>” as she meandered toward the outerwear toward the back of the store.<br>&nbsp;<br>Within moments, she was pulling off sweaters and jeans from the displays to try on, she didn’t turn to Abi when she spoke, too transfixed to break eye contact with all of the clothes. <strong>“See, this is crazy, we’re even a little late…”</strong> Autumn, and back to school had already started last month. The two of them were staring down a feast. <br>&nbsp;<br>As she continued to pile on clothing, she turned to Abi this time, <strong>“they’re already getting to know me here, it’s pretty cool.”</strong> Kristin was greeting a couple that had come in, mid twenties, a boy and a girl. They were every couple at that age, uncomfortable and quiet, reserved and public and the same time. <br>&nbsp;<br>Heather tried not to pay attention to the nausea inducing romance, it was fairly easy as she located another pair of perfectly worn skinny jeans.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>19-06-2017, 12:30:31</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9b/73/6c/9b736c08f20cfa49b8193baf7de3dd00.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Jennifer Cole<br><strong>Location</strong>: Arcade<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; Arcade first dating and having fun!<br><strong>wearing</strong> Charlotte here (http://i.imgur.com/vvV0Cyu.jpg) &amp; These Shoes (http://pd-image-domain.com/catalog/product/cache/3/small_image/400x/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/f/a/fay1-white-pu-1-a.jpg) - No purse.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Dominic Kincaid<br><hr><hr><br>It wasn’t weird, <em>‘that’s not it. It’s not bad.’</em> It wasn’t bad either, Jam was sure of that.<em> ‘It’s weird though.’</em> It was weird. She wasn’t so sure of that one. But, overall, she tried to take a lesson from her little sister, and just try not to think about it. They weren’t that different in age, Heather and Jennifer. Both of their mutations happened around the same time, and it was exciting news when she heard it; that her sister was coming to the mansion. <br>&nbsp;<br>She didn’t think it would happen like this, and in her mind, <em>‘it’s not even that bad. So what, I’m going on a date with someone that my little sister has been fucked “upside down” by…’ </em>Heather had used some fairly colorful language when describing the prowess of this boy. In true Heather fashion, she didn’t even tell her sister who she was talking about, but Jennifer was older and wiser, and she’d put the pieces together. Heather wasn’t quite as keen as she thought she was, and she’d deduced that Dominic was the thoroughbred that she’d been talking about a few weeks back.<br>&nbsp;<br>Jam had always seen him as an attractive person, and mostly fair, at least, he seemed that way. But, she’d never considered him like that. But, he’d come to her. She didn’t have to think too much. She knew that he was a good guy, good in bed, well received, and well reviewed. She couldn’t say no. And since he’d asked, she actually started to look forward to the event. She’d dressed nice… Jam almost always looked like a coke whore, but she looked sort of nice and modest. Her shorts were built to show off long legs and she had theat. Her heels were furry and ridiculous. Jam had a thing for stripper heels, and loved to wear them whether she was on a date or not. Her pink hair was well kept and styled perfectly. She had a rainbow on her shirt, she didn't even stop to think that that might remind her date of her sister. She just liked the shirt.<br>&nbsp;<br>Since he’d come to ask, Jam had thought about him heavily. And, she’d completely avoided the topic with Heather from start to finish. At least for now, her little sister was not allowed to know that Jam was <em>‘eating from the leftovers tray.’</em> That wasn’t the exact scenario. But it felt like it might have been too far off center to bring up.<br>&nbsp;<br>It wasn’t a secret date, thankfully. She was glad that he’d been so gentlemanly about it, and proper. If he’d of tried to play the casual secret date card, she would have been worried that some one important might spot them while they were out. And, it was at the arcade, <em>‘the most entertaining kind of date.’</em> Jam was having a blast from word one, and the flow of the evening was moving in the right direction.<br>&nbsp;<br>Video games were a wonderful escape for Jam, she was one of the cooler kids at the mansion, perhaps even the most cool; the most popular. But, she didn’t accomplish it by being the most predictable, and the most classically beautiful. She was cotton candy and vanilla. Pink hair, headphones almost always around her head. Jam liked hip hop, and dancing. She had a job, and she didn’t care for style too much. She smoked on occasion, and she had an attitude that fucked life before it could fuck her. She’d always been good at video games, and it had gotten her laid more often than she cared to admit. For some reason, when she held a plastic gun in her hand, boys got to full attention, and needed to bed her as soon as possible.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her frustrated cat-like growl was quickly followed up by an explosive laughter. It was odd the way that video games could inspire real terror, and thrill. She triumphed over her victory, even if she died, she'd done better than her date. And that was all that mattered. <br><br>Dominic seemed different, not how she had expected. She was almost planning on luring him back to her trap when the night had began. But, it felt wrong, going out with him just for sex, when that’s what Heather had done. She wanted to be good girlfriend material. So as they ran out of quarters, and he gave her an option, she allowed her impulsive nature to speak for her, and she didn’t even listen to herself as she spoke. <strong>“Nah, I’m thirsty.”</strong><br>&nbsp;<br>She didn’t need another round of games right away, but she wasn’t ready to end the date. There was a good milkshake around the corner that was basically just an open room with a counter on the street, barely more than a vendor. They would have to make their way out of the arcade, but she wanted something sweet. <strong>“We should get a milkshake? Split it like we’re on a date in the 50’s, too bad there’s not a pier here, or a drag race by the cliffs!”</strong> Jam liked ‘Grease’ quite a bit. <br>&nbsp;<br>She was astoundingly comfortable, her arm slid inside of his, and she held it there with her other hand. He was taller, that was good, and he had no problem guiding her. Jam was a little old fashioned despite her neo-hipster appearance, she had no real political opinions, or grandstand to go on about. She liked old fashioned types, and manly man that liked to show her off. Her little sister was the same. The difference was that Jam could contain herself, she could hold back and have a good time without making everything too sexy. She looked good, but it was modest enough. <br>&nbsp;<br>Arm in arm with Dominic, she let him lead her through the arcade and out to the street, it would be a short walk to the ice cream shop down the road.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>19-07-2017, 19:04:02</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Abigail 'Medusa' Krueger<br><strong>Location</strong>: "The Cardinal Exchange" - Salem Center<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 1st, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; Hanging out and getting to know the town.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Closed, Heather<br><hr><hr><br>It had only been a week since Abigail had been shipped off to the school.&nbsp; A week since she'd just barely avoided a lifetime in a small cell with bandages over her eyes to ensure that she couldn't paralyze anyone and a bag over her head to ensure that she couldn't do much with her hair as a weapon.&nbsp; She supposed that she did owe Xavier for getting her out of that fate, which was why she hadn't run away the very first night that she could.&nbsp; Well, that and she had actually made fast friends with a few of the other girls at the school.&nbsp; It was funny, at least to Abi, that she had managed that since she was used to being a bit of a loner on the streets.&nbsp; Well, aside from her boyfriend, but he had been taken a year ago and she hadn't seen him since and had given up hope of ever seeing him again.&nbsp; Once he'd been gone, she had drifted off onto her own, barely even looking over the street kids that they had basically gathered to themselves.&nbsp; And then she'd gotten arrested and was likely to spend her life in that cell.&nbsp; But yet a week later, she was out and about, getting ready to go shopping with Heather.<br><br>Looking over at the other girl, she smiled.&nbsp; Heather simply oozed sex appeal despite her young age.&nbsp; And she knew it too, which only made it more fun to watch.&nbsp; They had clicked almost instantly, which still sort of surprised Abi, but since the first day she'd arrived at the school, the two of them had become almost inseparable and Abi actually found herself enjoying the closeness.&nbsp; And apparently Heather had as well since she had invited Abi to go shopping with her.&nbsp; And since Abi was in desperate need of new clothing since she only had a few very worn and faded outfits, she was more than eager to come along.&nbsp; She had decided to wear a pair of simple black shorts that hugged her ass tight and were surprisingly easy to remove when she had to try something on.&nbsp; And up top, she wore a simple white tee-shirt that had seen better days and allowed anyone who looked to clearly see her black bra underneath it.&nbsp; Not that she cared if people stared at them.<br><br>Following Heather into the second-hand store, she immediately smiled.&nbsp; She liked places like this.&nbsp; They had good clothing at a fraction of the cost of new and for someone on a very limited budget like her, that was perfect.&nbsp; Plus it was a bit off the beaten path, which meant that there weren't a lot of people.&nbsp; Staying near Heather, she started to look at clothes too, finding a couple cute tank tops that would fit her just about right and a pair of skinny jeans with a small hole right before the left buttcheek, which she liked for some reason.&nbsp; <strong>"You weren't kidding Heather, they have a lot of good stuff here,"</strong> she said as she piled clothing over her arm, <strong>"And at these prices, I can actually afford some of it.&nbsp; Thanks for bringing me."</strong>&nbsp; She flashed a bright white smile at her friend as she picked a few more pieces of clothing, mostly some pants and leggings that she liked before she noticed the new couple that had walked in.<br><br>She couldn't help but look at them for a moment.&nbsp; They were clearly at that early stage of romance where they were in love, but didn't know each other well enough to really know what the other was comfortable with.&nbsp; It was endearing in a way and highly annoying in another.&nbsp; Endearing because it was cute and innocent and fun to watch as they tried to find that balance between them.&nbsp; Annoying because she knew it wouldn't last.&nbsp; Sooner or later, they would get on one another's nerves and they'd end up splitting up and all they'd have was memories.&nbsp; The only thing that made it worse was if they actually stayed together.&nbsp; For some reason, she hated seeing others happy.&nbsp; Actually, she knew the reason.&nbsp; It was because she had been happy and that happiness had been taken away from her.&nbsp; Ripped away by a world that couldn't understand mutants and wanted to treat them like science projects rather than people.&nbsp; She was sure the reason she hadn't seen him again was because he was in some lab somewhere, being treated like an experiment.<br><br>Shaking her head, she tried to put that out of her mind as she grabbed a couple more pairs of jeans before determining that she had more than enough to try on.&nbsp; Looking at Heather, she saw a similar pile in her arms and smiled.&nbsp; <strong>"I think we have enough to start, don't you?"</strong> she said with a smile, <strong>"Let's head back and start trying some of this stuff on.&nbsp; I'm actually a little worried that all that food at the school will make these not fit right."</strong>&nbsp; It was true.&nbsp; She hadn't eaten as well as she had in the last week.&nbsp; Abi was a bit worried that she would put on some weight, not that that would be a bad thing since she was extremely skinny almost to the point that her ribs would show when she was topless.&nbsp; So maybe putting on a few pounds would be a good thing, she mused.&nbsp; Just not too much or she might have to actually start working out.&nbsp; Or maybe she should just go ahead and do that anyway just to be sure.&nbsp; That was worth some thought.<br><br>Once they got to the back of the store, another thought hit her.&nbsp; And that was that there was only one changing room.&nbsp; That was a minor annoyance as it would take twice as long, maybe even more so, for them to change into outfits, show them to the other, and then do it again.&nbsp; And then have the other girl go.&nbsp; And they only had a small amount of time and more stores to get to.&nbsp; She thought about it for a moment before she got a mischievous smile on her face as she looked over at Heather.&nbsp; <strong>"I think there might be just enough room in there for the both of us if we're willing to get a little close,"</strong> she said, <strong>"And it would certainly save us some time.&nbsp; What do you say?"</strong>&nbsp; Abi, for one, was entirely comfortable with that idea.&nbsp; She didn't mind if Heather saw her in her bra and panties or even in less if she was honest.&nbsp; Modesty was not something she had time for most of the time and today was shaping up to be like that as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>19-07-2017, 19:42:21</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/92/b5/71/92b5714b3322ba293ff73db5c5ebe3ec.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Dominic Kincaid<br><strong>Location</strong>: Arcade<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; A relaxed first date.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Jennifer Cole<br><hr><hr><br>A part of him was actually really glad when she said that she was thirsty.&nbsp; He was starting to feel that as well, plus his trigger finger needed a break before they went at it again.&nbsp; So when she suggested getting a milkshake, he knew exactly where she was thinking.&nbsp; It was a little hole in the wall shop, but it had the best ice cream in the entire town and he was more than willing to get a shake or two with her.&nbsp; As her arm slipped into his, he shifted slightly to make it more comfortable and secure for her as they walked.&nbsp; She was a bit of a surprise to him.&nbsp; He had almost expected a slightly older version of her sister and to an extent, he could see the similarities.&nbsp; But she also had plenty of her own spice and personality that he was enjoying being around and was glad that he'd gathered the guts to ask her out.<br><br>As she suggested sharing a shake and started to talk about Grease, he started to laugh.&nbsp; He enjoyed the movie and knew through the grapevine that she was a fan as well.&nbsp; <strong>"Yeah, a pier would be nice,"</strong> he agreed, <strong>"But not sure about the drag race.&nbsp; Those don't always end well, you know.&nbsp; But I was thinking after the milkshake we could share a plate of spaghetti too."</strong>&nbsp; He winked playfully, making a reference to his childhood favorite, Lady and the Tramp.&nbsp; He hoped that she'd get the reference, but there was always that slight chance that she didn't.&nbsp; If not, it was what it was, but he was certainly enjoying their date as they exited the arcade and made their way to the ice cream shop, him more than happy to guide her along and show her off to anyone that bothered to look their way.<br><br>Once they arrived, he order them a large chocolate shake and two straws before paying for it.&nbsp; He knew that some girls liked to order for themselves, but for some reason he got the feeling that Jam wouldn't mind the fact that he ordered for them both.&nbsp; Then again, it was one shake so it would've been hard for them both to order.&nbsp; While they waited for it to be made, he looked around.&nbsp; Despite it being a bit late in the year for ice cream, there were still a few people around, drinking shakes or eating ice cream or just even hanging out.&nbsp; There were even a couple young couples like them too, but he ignored them in favor of turning his attention back to Jam.&nbsp; She was so different and yet she was so comfortable in her own skin that you'd be hard pressed to think there was anything wrong with her.&nbsp; Already, he was starting to feel very much taken by her and wondered if she was feeling the same.&nbsp; It was hard to tell and he didn't want to ask her that sort of question right now.<br><br>Fortunately, before he was able to say anything foolish or crazy, their milkshake arrived and he grabbed it and a pair of straws before he led them to a little table that was tucked between two buildings to give them a measure of privacy that the other tables didn't offer.&nbsp; Placing the milkshake in the center of the table, he would wink before placing both straws in the shake and pulling out her chair.&nbsp; Once she sat down, he would sit across from her and look from her to the milkshake and back.&nbsp; <strong>"Ladies first."</strong>&nbsp; Dom said as he leaned back for a moment and gave her a chance to take the first drink.&nbsp; As she did, he would look at her for a moment, a soft smile on his face.&nbsp; He really did like her.&nbsp; And in an odd way, it was her sister that had given him the courage to ask Jam out.&nbsp; Heather had been more forward and clear in her desires and they had fucked a few times before breaking it off.&nbsp; But while they had been screwing, she had given him enough about her sister to let him know that Jam would at least give him a chance and so he'd taken it.<br><br><strong>"How is it?"</strong> he asked once she'd taken a sip, <strong>"Nice and chocolatey?"</strong>&nbsp; He chuckled as he would lean forward and take a sip himself.&nbsp; The smooth taste of chocolate hit his tongue and slid down his throat easily as he smiled.&nbsp; It was damned good and he was tempted to take a long pull from it, but he stopped himself before he drank it all on her.&nbsp; That wouldn't be very sporting, he knew.&nbsp; <strong>"So what did you wanna do after this?"</strong> he asked her, <strong>"We could go back to the arcade and play some more if you wanted.&nbsp; Or we could wander around a bit.&nbsp; I think the shops are still going to be open for a couple of hours, right?"</strong>&nbsp; She would know better than him the shops hours around here since she did have a job in town when she wasn't at school.&nbsp; He had thought about getting one, but found that he preferred just helping out around the mansion for cash, which was how the place stayed clean and repaired since there were plenty of young mutants that needed money.<br><br>Regardless of what Jam decided she wanted to do, Dominic was down for anything.&nbsp; They were having a lot of fun and he was definitely glad that they'd done this.&nbsp; If nothing else, it was a good time, but he also was more than sure that this wouldn't be their last date.&nbsp; But even as he thought about that, he started to wonder just how Jam would want to end their first one.&nbsp; Would she be a bit conservative and settle for them heading back and going their separate ways?&nbsp; Or would she be more like her sister and decide that they should end the night with a bang?&nbsp; Or something in between.&nbsp; That was something he was very much curious about and wanted to learn first hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>24-07-2017, 12:14:35</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DygUGqf.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Heather Cole<br><strong>Location</strong>: "The Cardinal Exchange" - Salem Center<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 1st, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>: Going to to town, and collecting soem clothes for the first trip to the changing room.<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: This Outfit (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/f0/37/3bf0370d34e8504f280b99a49085d17b.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Abigail<br><hr><hr><br>It was astoundingly easy to be comfortable in Abi’s presence. Heather wasn’t positive, but her mind was always busy trying to figure out people’s boundaries, people’s rules and people’s desires. It was the only thing she cared about. Her friends mattered more to her than her grades or her own satisfaction. Really, her friends were part of her satisfaction, she was too wild to nail down people into relationships, and far too slutty to accomplish it even if she were able to calm herself. She was, in all rights, a bit of a maniac. In her mind, the inability to find a calm, and her nymphomania were not connected. When, it was obvious that they were. She liked to please her friends, because she relied on her friends to keep her busy, to keep her from getting bored at night, to keep her sexually involved. <br><br>So, she’d given it a lot of thought, and she was pretty damned sure that Abigail liked to play on both sides of the court. This was shopping, but it was a subtle date too. She wanted to grow closer to Abigail, she wanted to bond, and she knew full well that the dressing room was singular. It was too public to get hot and heavy, but it was private enough to get playful.<br><br>Heather laughed as Abi thanked her for bringing her along. It was a pleasant little giggle with as much humility as it had joy. <strong>“I needed to go shopping, I like your style, couldn’t think of anyone better.” </strong>She paused and looked to the left, “Plus,” she hip checked Abi gently and smiled her way with a seductive little grin, <strong>“I like playing dress up with pretty girls.”</strong> Nothing about Heather was secret. She usually had bracelets on her left wrist to show off how thirsty she was, basically. Today, there were two. It meant that she had been fucked in one way or another no more or less than two days ago. She liked boys and girls. She’d fucked almost half of the student population, it was rumored, but unconfirmed. And most of staff treated her like a house cat in heat, spraying lessons of chastity as if they were water bottles. Going out alone with Heather meant just as much as hanging out with her between classes, or staying up with her all night. For the most part, if she made contact with someone, she was eventually going to try and seduce them. It had yet to really get her in trouble.<br><br><strong>“Uhh… yeah.”</strong> Heather was carrying almost fifteen articles of clothing. <strong>“We’re as ready as fuck…”</strong> She giggled and made eyes at Kristin. The clerk seemed to give them an ‘aye ok’ sign with a nod and a scrunched up face. <br><br>If the girl in the couple had any sense, she would leave the store and come back later when her boyfriend didn’t have a lesbian day dream to listen to, and wait for with his lady. Abi and Heather were valued customers that were ready to spend a lot of time in there. The employees didn’t think for a second that anything naughty might happen. Two girls trying on clothes together wasn’t out of the ordinary at all. With an arm full of clothes, she followed Abi toward the back of the consignment store.<br><br>The question of changing together came up and Heather gave Abi a sideways frown of ‘duhness,’ <strong>“Yeah, we’ll fit, I’m fully not shy.”</strong> Heather reached for the handle and ushered the blonde into the tiny room full of mirrors and two benches. <strong>“Do you think it’ll stay warm at all, I want to get these skirts, but I probably won’t have many chances to wear em.”</strong> Heather closed the door behind them, and it was more spacious inside than it seemed like from the outside. She started to hang up her selections over the door and on the hangers off to the side. A small pile formed on the left bench as well. <strong>“If it gets all cold all fast, I’ll be really pissed.”</strong> The rainbow haired teen loved wearing skirts and tiny shorts. <strong>“It’s so much easier to be hot when it’s hot out, ya know.”</strong> Heather freed her hands and immediately started to strip down to her underwear. The shoes came first, but everything else was off in less than thirty seconds. <br><br>Her bra, panties, and socks all stayed on. The socks were tri-toned, yellow, sky blue, and pink. Her panties were cut boy shorts in a floral pattern, pastel green, rose red, pink, grey, and aqua, all faded by design and lacey. The bra was bright red, as revealing as the undies, lacey, creating cleavage and a bit too small to fit perfectly, forcing her modest breasts towards each other and only centimeters away from exposing her nipples. Heather was every color from head to toe, she looked like a sugar cone of fucking sherbert ice cream. <br><br>As she searched through the clothes she’d brought with her, she let her eyes wander over to her friend, and her eyelids turned heavy immediately.<strong>“Hey, you know that, like…”</strong> Her heavy breath dominated her voice, and she hummed a bit as her eyes settled on Abi’s naked collarbone, <strong>“...that I’m like, into you, right?”</strong> She turned her hips, bent over with denim in her hands and slipped her feet into the pants. Her eyes never left Abi’s exposed skin. <strong>“Like, that I like girls like you, I’m into girls, and you.”</strong> She was bringing the pair of jeans up around her hips, buttoning them twice, and squeezing into them perfectly. They were a bit tight but she liked them that way. It gave her a reason to wear smaller underwear.<br><br><strong>“Most people know that I like girls and boys. But I just wanted to be sure, and all that. Cause.”</strong> … A long pause formed as Heather gave Abigail a deep smile and made eye contact. Her eyes danced down and then back up… <strong>“You’re really good…”</strong> It was one way to say it. Heather’s stupid little grin couldn’t hide her fascination. She was rarely turned down. It made her dangerously forward.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>28-07-2017, 01:53:55</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Abigail 'Medusa' Krueger<br><strong>Location</strong>: "The Cardinal Exchange" - Salem Center<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 1st, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; Hanging out and getting to know the town.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Closed, Heather<br><hr><hr><br>Abigail laughed when Heather pointed out how difficult it could be to be hot when it was cold.&nbsp; It made her laugh that the girl seemingly always worried, or at least thought about, her appearance.&nbsp; <strong>"It is harder to be hot in the winter, that's true,"</strong> she admitted, <strong>"But skin tight leggings and a mini-skirt would probably work too.&nbsp; And it means that you don't have to shave your legs as often."</strong>&nbsp; Not that Abby had ever really worried about looking sexy.&nbsp; She had a natural sex appeal to her and she knew it and had used it on more than one occasion to keep herself fed and sheltered.&nbsp; Living on the streets was very difficult, after all, and one used all the tools that they had.&nbsp; She was, however, proud that she'd never had to actually have sex with anyone to survive.&nbsp; That would've been something that she wouldn't have found acceptable.<br><br>With the large piles of clothing in tow, they had made their way to the changing room and Abby was actually a little surprised when Heather started to strip without a second thought.&nbsp; She watched with some amusement until the other girl stood in just her bra, panties, and socks, all of them different colors just like her hair.&nbsp; It fit the girl perfectly and she couldn't help but let her eyes wander just a little bit, taking in the sight before her.&nbsp; She liked girls.&nbsp; She liked boys.&nbsp; In reality, she didn't really care about the gender of her partner, she just cared that she was attracted to them.&nbsp; And it was very easy to be attracted to Heather.&nbsp; She absolutely oozed sex appeal that no one she'd ever met could match.&nbsp; Even the sight of her like this, even thought she was still covered comfortably, was getting Abby a bit excited.&nbsp; But she did her best to hide it for now as she wasn't sure how this would be received if she admitted to it.<br><br>Placing her pile of clothing down, she too began to strip of her clothing.&nbsp; Her top came off and dropped to the side of the pile.&nbsp; She black bra covered her modest sized breasts, but revealed her midsection clearly.&nbsp; While she had been eating better the last week, her ribs were still clearly visible from years of barely having enough food to survive on.&nbsp; Unconcerned with this fact, she continued to strip out of her shorts, leaving her in a pair of simple black panties that were worn out and clearly on their last legs.&nbsp; Standing up properly, she looked at Heather and smiled.&nbsp; All in all, despite how thin she was, she was very attractive and she knew it.&nbsp; And once she put on a bit of weight, that would probably help her appearance even more.&nbsp; Reaching for a pair of jeans, she pulled them on and found them a bit looser than she generally liked, but she knew that she was going to be putting on a bit of weight and that would help fill them out properly.&nbsp; Or so she hoped.<br><br>But before she could say or do anything, Heather spoke up and straight up said that she was into Abby.&nbsp; That stunned the girl for a second, but she found that she liked the fact that Heather had admitted that to her.&nbsp; She found herself grinning happily at this admission and just nodded for a moment as she pulled on a tight black and pink tee-shirt that fit her like a second skin.&nbsp; <strong>"Well I must admit that I didn't know that until right now,"</strong> she said, <strong>"But now that I do, I can't say that I'm complaining.&nbsp; I think you're damned good looking too hun.&nbsp; And you're a blast to be around, which is a massive added bonus.&nbsp; Plus it doesn't hurt that I'm into girls too sometimes."</strong>&nbsp; She winked playfully as she shifted her body so that her rear end popped a bit.&nbsp; <strong>"So tell me, do these jeans make my ass look good?"</strong><br><br>Abby had to admit that the boldness of Heather surprised her.&nbsp; But she also had to admit that she liked it.&nbsp; Her being forward made things a lot easier for her to know what was up and what wasn't.&nbsp; And she didn't miss Heather's eyes looking her up and down with great interest.&nbsp; Interest that was very easily matched by Abby's eyes as they easily roamed the other girls gorgeous body.&nbsp; <strong>"And you're looking really good too Heather,"</strong> she replied with a grin, <strong>"So what do you intend to do about it?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>30-07-2017, 02:48:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9b/73/6c/9b736c08f20cfa49b8193baf7de3dd00.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Jennifer Cole<br><strong>Location</strong>: Arcade<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; Arcade first dating and having fun!<br><strong>wearing</strong> Charlotte here (http://i.imgur.com/vvV0Cyu.jpg) &amp; These Shoes (http://pd-image-domain.com/catalog/product/cache/3/small_image/400x/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/f/a/fay1-white-pu-1-a.jpg) - No purse.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Dominic Kincaid<br><hr><hr><br>Not every night had a magical element to it, nor did every date, or every relationship. Jennifer Cole, affectionately known to most of friends and ex-lovers as Jam, she could feel magic with this boy. It was heavy in the air, the way that the streetlights made waves of reflections off of the puddles on the ground. Dominic’s smile seemed to freeze in time, she could see him when she blinked, she could feel him when he wasn’t laying his hands on her. There was a sparkle... coming off of the sconces that filtered the bulbs from the eye; giving them that golden haze, that flattering shape, the shade and make of the pale cement laid in the light rain, speckled but plain, it was a mist that didn’t phase Jam, her hair or this date. It was perfect, something she couldn’t explain.<br><br>The nickname had never made a lot of sense. It had started among friends in early high school, her first two initials were J and M. From there, it was reasonable enough, and other people had given it to her. Born from necessity, there were two other girls in her friend circle named Jennifer. The other girl that had taken a nickname with her had the last name Haley, and she played sports, so it had already started sometime before. As she aged, Jam took pride in the name, and over the last few years only her family had really called her anything else. Heather, her awesome little sister went back and forth, occasionally using wild other names as well.<br><br>Jam liked heavy rap music, she loved to wear strawberry flavored lip gloss, and fruity lotions. She chewed gum a lot, and it was typically sweet and fruity as well. She dressed in bright colors, dyed her hair pink and so on. The girl grew into the name, and it helped her along while discovering her identity. Jennifer Cole was difficult to predict.<br><br>She punched Dominic when he winked, suggesting a plate of spaghetti. Her playful nature was glittering underneath Dominic’s gaze. <strong>“I’m the only one that can reference movies from our childhood.” </strong>The joke was evident, she didn’t have any real feelings on the matter, but she still wanted to play it this way. Looking up at him as they walked, she offered a cute smile and a little nibble on her lip. She reached for his hand, and put her own behind his, so that he was leading her as they moved closer to the ice cream shop. He was taller than her, that was nice. Jam was smaller than most men, but she was fairly sure that he was standing at over six feet, when she was with him, there was a lot happening ‘up’. She had to lift her hand up to her waist to hold his, she had to look up to meet his eyes, her heart rate was up as well as her mood and her hair. Her heels were up, and so on. <br><br>Following his lead, she let herself hang on his arm, putting her other hand on the inside of his elbow, and letting her head press against his shoulder. She liked putting herself on some one like this in public, affection that wasn’t offensive made her feel special, loved in a large group, singled out by her own date and a few other jealous eyes of either gender. Waiting in line was a wonder. The feeling of being looked at, even if there was no one doing it, she could feel it. She knew that she was one half of a hot couple. There may have been other hot couples with them, but it still made her feel special. She’d sent some signals to him, to order for him, for him to take the lead, the position of her hand in his chief among them. She let him go, so that he could use his hands while ordering. She was still learning things about him, and she wasn’t sure if she was holding his wallet hand or not. Every boy had a wallet hand. And almost everyone used both hands when exchanging money anyway. She watched him order for her, and smiled at the clerk to show how much fun she was having. She may have been trying to inspire jealousy, or joy, but she wasn’t sure.<br><br>Only mostly pleased, she wished that he’d ordered a strawberry shake. She was ok with chocolate, and it was better than vanilla. Jam liked vanilla, but not on a first date. It was boring, even if it was sugar and cream.<br><br>His choices were all good, he was a little smiley, but she disregarded it, thinking that he might have just been feeling the magic that she was as well. She was sure that she was smiling too much. But, he had a clever smile, and even when he wasn’t trying, he almost looked like he was trying to be smug. She loved the expression, but it was hard to read. The seat was cold against her legs as she sat.<br><br>Jam may have looked like a wild girl, who was far from christian, right wing, or traditional in most cases liked a particular type of man, and Dominic was cooking with all four burners on the stove. Jam’s cheeks were blushing, her strawberry flavored lips felt sensitive.<br><br>Taking the offer, she took a hold of both straws and used them both to get extra shake. It wasn’t her favorite, but she half pretended that it was. Her eyes rolled up a bit, her face relaxed. The shake seemed to please her on a sexual level for a moment. When she moved the straws away from her mouth, she was positive that there would be some strawberry flavor left behind. <strong>“It’s good,”</strong> She swallowed a bit of the leftover shake in her mouth and found herself taking another drink through her own straw. <strong>“Very chocolate, yes.”</strong> <br><br>As she enjoyed the milkshake, she nodded to Dominic, before shaking it once or twice. <strong>“We just sat down.”</strong> Her foot shifted across the table, and found his calf. She wasn’t lewd, but she made sure to show him that she was there. <strong>“You should... tell me about the best night you’ve ever had.”</strong> She took a quick sip of the shake, and had a thought in the middle of the drink. A finger went up to tell him to hold on a minute almost as soon as she finished her sentence. <br><br>Finishing the sip, she swallowed and smiled. <strong>“No sex stories allowed, or references to childhood movies.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>11-08-2017, 19:02:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DygUGqf.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Heather Cole<br><strong>Location</strong>: "The Cardinal Exchange" - Salem Center<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 1st, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>: Going to to town, and collecting soem clothes for the first trip to the changing room.<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: This Outfit (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/f0/37/3bf0370d34e8504f280b99a49085d17b.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Abigail<br><hr><hr><br>Her mind was handling a few things at once. She was busy thinking about which tops she’d found that would look good with jeans, so that while she was wearing these pants, she could test those out for the mirror. She was also half attentive to the sultry little conversation between Abby and herself. They were still talking about seasonal hotness, and Abby mentioned leg shaving. It was possibly Heather’s single favorite activity, to shave her legs.<br><br>The Rainbow got more time in the day than everyone else on the planet, as far as she knew, she was the only person on Earth that never needed sleep. So, little things like shaving legs, or doing laundry, studying, she could always find time for it.<strong> “Oh, don’t get me started.”</strong> She smiled,<strong> “I shave my legs, like, twice a day.” </strong>Her mutation made the Rainbow fur come back fast. Her tone didn’t shift much, she was in passive disinterest mode, <strong>“And boys like skin, no way around that.”</strong> She was sliding a frilly top over her bra to try out the look in the mirror.<br><br><strong>“Ew.” </strong>She took the top of almost instantly and let it hang sadly, starting the pile in which the disregarded pile of clothes she didn’t want would lie.<br><br>When, she told Abigail about her attraction to hot blonde girls, she figured it would be a passive moment, ‘of course, I don’t care.’ Abby didn’t seem like the prudish type to be scared by Heather’s attraction, or her forward nature to directly inform the blonde while soaking in that creamy body, just skinny enough to look like a model, smooth and fair, <em>‘I bet she tastes like pussy.’</em> The thought came into Heather’s mind, it wasn’t a brilliant moment, but the idea still made her smile. The passive disregard never found a mark, instead, Abigail expressed some interest back, and then told Heather to look at her butt.<br><br>So, she did. Her eyes danced downward, a critical frown on her face to help her decide if the blonde’s ass was well fit inside of that particular denim. <strong>“It’s not bad. They’re a little big, but the shape is all there.”</strong> heather liked skinny girls, a skinny girl had hard parts that some other girls could only dream about. <strong>“Your ass always looks good, though. Buy em.”</strong> She was sure of herself, and quite relaxed. Then came the rest, Abby had a way of implying more than Heather was getting used to already.<br><br><strong>“Do…?”</strong> Heather cocked her head to the side as she cycled through tops that would look good with Jeans, each one either fell into the no pile, or the yes pile. She was topless, and shimmying out of the jeans she’d had on. Done with those tests and ready to try her skirts. She looked over to her friend and gave her an odd expression. <strong>“I just wanted to make sure you knew. If you were straight, you would have said different stuff, and I would have felt guilty for peeking.”</strong> She giggled, making her 'peeking' moments utterly as obvious as possible now.<br><br>Stupidity wasn’t always permanent, but Heather’s simple mind was constant. She wasn’t foolish, but it wasn’t often that she sounded smart. But, it was clear that Abby wanted her to do something. She checked over her shoulder, as if the employee’s in the store might hear them talking, or watching them through the closed door of the changing room. The Rainbow girl looked into the blonde’s eyes to gauge the intent of that question. <em>‘She does.’</em> Heather could see that sparkle. <em>‘Fuck it.’</em> Heather reached over and put her hand on Abby’s back, just above her butt. She faced the girl, arched her back and lifted her chest, trying to seduce her, to lead her in by showing off her goodies. The puff of her pussy lips were visible from between her legs; both from the front, and from between her plump ass cheeks in the mirror, Abby would see almost anything she wanted to look at.<br><br><strong>“Well, I was gonna change clothes, and then buy them. What were you thinking?”</strong> Heather knew damn well what Abby was thinking, she was thinking it too. The temperature in the changing room went up a degree or two, and Heather bit her lip. Their faces were close, their breasts even closer. Very sneaky-like, Heather’s hand slid down the back of the other girl’s loose jeans and cupped a whole cheek in her palm, over Abby’s black panties, but tightly, and widely enough for a finger or two to be reaching around the inside of her thigh, it was hot in there. She wondered if she would ever be allowed back in this store after today. If Heather didn’t know any better, she was about to make out in a changing room closet at a second hand clothing store.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>15-08-2017, 02:55:13</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/92/b5/71/92b5714b3322ba293ff73db5c5ebe3ec.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Dominic Kincaid<br><strong>Location</strong>: Arcade<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; A relaxed first date.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Jennifer Cole<br><hr><hr><br>Dominic was often told that he had a presence.&nbsp; A calm, strong, controlled presence.&nbsp; And he knew that it was fairly true.&nbsp; His training from an early age had made him very serious and intense and that was reflected in everything that he did.&nbsp; The way he walked, the way he moved, even the way that he held Jam's hand in his arm.&nbsp; It was strong, almost possessive even though this was only their first date.&nbsp; It was as if he wanted to be sure that every male that saw them together knew that Jam was with him and that any attempt to converse with her or distract her from their evening would find them confronted by Dominic.&nbsp; And while he was all smiles and having a good time, that switch could flip in an instant and they could find themselves face to face with a warrior whose youth had been spent training and honing his body into a very dangerous weapon.&nbsp; And if things got too intense, his sword was only one dimension rift away from his hand, even if his sword arm was currently being used as a sort of pillow by Jam.<br><br>Not that he minded in the slightest, which was actually new for him. Usually anything that interfered with his sword arm bothered him and he found ways to get out of that situation as quickly as he could.&nbsp; But for reasons that he didn't quite understand, he felt completely at ease with Jam holding that arm and walking along, effectively making it almost impossible for him to get at his sword quickly.&nbsp; But he was fine with it and was actually a bit sad when she let go so that he could grab for his wallet to pay for their milkshake.&nbsp; When he ordered chocolate, he thought that he saw a brief flash of disappointment on her face, but it vanished so quickly that he thought that he must've imagined it and went about the act of ordering, receiving, and then guiding her over to a table so they could share the shake.&nbsp; And he laughed when she took control of both straws in order to get a double helping of the chocolate shake that they were meant to be sharing.<br><br>But that didn't last long as she shifted one of the straws over to him so that he could take a drink.&nbsp; And when he did, he found that there was a faint hint of strawberry underneath the chocolate that could've only come from Jam's lips.&nbsp; And that hint of taste made him want to lean over and kiss the girl, but he resisted, feeling that to do so would be unacceptable given that this was only the first date and it wasn't even over yet.&nbsp; No, he would have to wait.&nbsp; But he felt like he still got something as he felt Jam's leg brush against his calf and remain there, allowing for some sort of physical contact with them even though they were sitting across the table from one another.&nbsp; He found that oddly reassuring as it meant that she was enjoying the date enough that she wanted to continue to spend the time with him and touch him.&nbsp; So when she asked him about the best night he'd ever had, his brain immediately went to sex.&nbsp; In fact, it was sex with her sister, but that was certainly not going to be discussed and he was seeking another night to talk about when she imposed the rule about no sex stories or movie references.<br><br>He laughed at her words as he took a sip of the shake.&nbsp; <strong>"Good thing you included that rule,"</strong> he said playfully, <strong>"I wasn't sure if I wanted to make you blush thinking about some of my sexual exploits."</strong>&nbsp; He winked playfully before his face seemed to grow serious for a moment as he sought the memory that she was looking for.&nbsp; And after a bit of thought, he found the one that he knew was right.&nbsp; <strong>"I think that the night I finally beat my Sensei has to be the best nonsexual night of my life,"</strong> he started, <strong>"I was probably ten or eleven at the time.&nbsp; And I had worked so hard, but I could never beat him.&nbsp; He was a true master.&nbsp; But that night, I don't know what was different, but it seemed like I couldn't be hit.&nbsp; And then......then it happened.&nbsp; I got him.&nbsp; I got him and I couldn't believe it."</strong>&nbsp; He paused for a moment as if reliving that moment, his eyes seeming far away for a moment.&nbsp; Then he came back and his intense eyes locked back on hers.&nbsp; <strong>"Looking back, I know that he let me win,"</strong> he said, <strong>"I was getting angry and discouraged and he feared I would quit.&nbsp; But still, in that moment, I felt like I could take on the world.&nbsp; And to this day, it still sticks out as the moment that I really knew that hard work and effort could pay off."</strong><br><br>He fell silent after he said that.&nbsp; When he spoke of that, there was an intensity and a certainty that couldn't be missed.&nbsp; It was an energy that was, if of itself, almost magical and radiated off of him.&nbsp; His eyes remained locked on hers for a long time, the milkshake momentarily forgotten as he did so.&nbsp; Finally, he seemed to shake it off a bit and some of the intensity faded, but there was still something radiating off of him.&nbsp; <strong>"So what about you?"</strong> he asked her, <strong>"What's the best night you've ever had.&nbsp; And remember, you have to follow your own rules.&nbsp; No sex or childhood movie references."</strong>&nbsp; He smiled warmly at her as his leg shifted slightly along hers, his jeans restricting skin on skin contact, but still making it clear that he was pleased with the contact between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>InnocentSynn</strong> on <strong>15-08-2017, 03:33:35</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Abigail 'Medusa' Krueger<br><strong>Location</strong>: "The Cardinal Exchange" - Salem Center<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 1st, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>:&nbsp; Hanging out and getting to know the town.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Closed, Heather<br><hr><hr><br>Abi was not a shy girl.&nbsp; In fact, she didn't mind flaunting her beauty around and didn't care who looked.&nbsp; However, she did tend to enjoy making women look more than men.&nbsp; Making men look was just too easy and she had plenty of practice from using her beauty to seduce men into paying for sex.&nbsp; Not that they got that sex, but the point was still the same.&nbsp; But women looking was more fun because a lot of girls seemed to think that they shouldn't be looking because it was another girl because it was another girl.&nbsp; Not that Heather seemed to have any sort of issue with looking and expressing an interest in Abi that Abi was definitely more than willing to indulge.&nbsp; So regardless of what Heather was expecting, she got the response that Abi gave her and then Abi gave her more reason to look at her body by asking if her butt looked good in the jeans she was trying on.&nbsp; And the answer she got was both honest and pleasing to her.<br><br><strong>"Awesome!&nbsp; I look the faded look, but not like I can afford the price to get faded jeans at the mall.&nbsp; Seriously, those prices are insane!"</strong> she said as she reached for a top that she'd picked to go with the jeans, <strong>"Seriously, when did ripping and bleaching jeans make them worth more?&nbsp; I would've made a killing with all the beaten and battered jeans I had back before I got busted."</strong>&nbsp; She smirked as she found that she liked the top and placed it nearly in the pile of keepers, which only contained that top and the jeans she was wearing at the moment.&nbsp; <strong>"And don't feel guilty for peeking.&nbsp; I wouldn't have suggested us sharing the room if I was concerned that you might get an eyeful of cute Abi butt."</strong>&nbsp; She popped her hips playfully, nudging Heather when she did so before getting back to the act of trying out tops, discarding a couple that didn't work as well as she'd hoped, keeping a few that she liked, and setting one or two aside as maybe if she had leftover money from the other purchases.<br><br>For a moment, nothing happened after Abi made it very clear that she was willing to do something here in this little room and she was worried that her boldness was too much for Heather or that the girl just didn't want to mess around in the changing room.&nbsp; But then she felt one of Heather's small hands slip into the gap of her new jeans and come to rest on her panty clad rear before turning her own body to face Abi.&nbsp; The blonde smiled happily as she got a good look at Heather and could see her putting her amazing little body on display for her.&nbsp; And Abigail took full advantage of that by allowing her eyes to roam not only the front of the other girl, but also her back by way of the mirror, noting how clearly outlined those luscious pussy lips were displayed even through the panties she was wearing.&nbsp; She smiled as she realized that the way Heather's fingers were spread out meant that at least one of the girl's fingers was very close to her pussy and the heat that was radiating off that area only seemed to increase as she looked at Heather, a hint of lust and desire very clear in her eyes.<br><br><strong>"What was I thinking?"</strong> she teased, one hand moving between them, her finger slowly tracing along the curve of the other girl's breasts, <strong>"I was thinking that this little room might just be perfect for a little bit of play.&nbsp; That is, if you're bold enough to play with me."</strong>&nbsp; Her lips formed into a cute, but amazingly sexy little pout as she locked eyes with Heather for a moment before she leaned forward.&nbsp; And just as Heather seemed to be thinking, Abigail had every intention of making out with the girl in the changing room.&nbsp; And that's exactly what she did, her lips finding Heather's and kissing her deeply, her tongue surging right into the other's girls mouth without hesitation as her hands moved around Heather's waist and gripped both of her firm ass cheeks, spreading them slightly as her pinky fingers almost seemed to brush against the other's girls back entrance, which she couldn't help but notice and even teased it playfully, unsure what reaction that would get, but more than willing to test the waters with Heather as long as the other girl didn't mind it.<br><br>The kiss lasted for as long as she could make it last, but eventually Abi needed to breath and pulled back just a little bit, her lips already a but puffy from the make-out session.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh your lips taste so good,"</strong> she whispered softly, her eyes blazing with desire now, <strong>"I certainly hope that the rest of you tastes just as good.&nbsp; Does it?"</strong>&nbsp; Her eyes glinted with excitement and her words made it clear that she was eager to do more and it would be up to Heather to stop things from going any further if she wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>19-08-2017, 04:34:12</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/291198764/superthumb.gif)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Heather Cole<br><strong>Location</strong>: "The Cardinal Exchange" Clothing Store - Salem Center<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 1st, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>: foreplay in a changing room<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Abigail<br><hr><hr><br>The conversation in the dressing room was breezy, sharp and comfy; <strong>“Oh you know how it goes,” </strong>the topic of faded jeans was one that fit into a larger puzzle to Heather. She loved fashion, and she tried to break the rules by following them in her own way. <strong>“It’s about the brand name for some people, sometimes it’s convenience. I’ve used rocks and sand to fuck my pants up before. Huge money saver...”</strong>&nbsp; It was refreshing to speak with someone like Abbey. Heather didn’t really spend a lot of time grouping people up. Cliques at the school didn’t make sense to her. She was in one, but she didn’t really notice. Everyone was appealing to her. It took nothing to gather her attention, a new face was entrancing to her, and getting to know some one was a never ending rabbit hole, she was amazed by the lives of others. It made her own life quite abstract. <strong>“I do love me some Abbey butt.” </strong>Heather craned her upper body and neck to make her look more straight on at the mirror, the little curves and the perfect plump shape was fun to look at. <strong>“It is cute.” </strong>She wanted to spank her, but she didn’t, each little crossed line was a memory, and memory was life. Good moves, real sexuality was about choice. <br><br>Heather straightened up and let the waves carry them a bit deeper into the sensuality in the flavor of the air around them.<br><br>She was always bouncing between simple kindness and outright servitude. Heather didn’t really know what it was like to be sad. She’d never really grown attached to anyone besides her sister, so she’d never really suffered loss. She rarely ever thought about death, and it was never her own that came to mind. Other people made her happy, she liked to hear stories, and opinions about things, even if she didn’t know what the subject of the conversation was. Words were music in her mind, someone speaking with passion was more interesting than indulging in the passions in herself that she’d discovered. It was beyond frivolity. Heather wasn’t a people pleaser, or a manipulator. She had no goals, she enjoyed happy people more than anything in the world. She was more like a mother than anything else. It was hard to be mad at Heather, she was always too concerned with another’s troubles to become an irritation. And when she let intimacy into the equation, she was a giver beyond belief.<br><br>Her smile seemed to curl more and more as Abbey made the thoughts in her mind into music. Heather wanted it too, and being in public like this made it extra exciting. She didn’t much know about quiet sex, and she did like this establishment. But, being caught having sex in the changing room wasn’t as bad as never having tried to have sex in a changing room. The two of them were already half naked or more. The tension was hot. The music in the store would do good to drown out some of their noise. The biggest give away would be their feet, visible under the slat of the door. The thought hadn’t come to her, she knew that it was risky, she didn’t think about the tactics of keeping them hidden. It was a game of risk for her. She figured the likelihood of getting away with it was small, but she still wanted to try.<br><br>As Abbey stroked the lower crease of her breast through her blouse and her bra, Heather knew that her breasts were growing, last year, even a few months ago, they would have been hard to find.<br><br>Of course, Heather knew what the girl was thinking. She’d thought of it when Abigail had asked before, a rare moment, Heather didn’t internalize much, but she knew a few rules. It made sense that Abbey wanted to fuck in her, but she wanted to hear it more clearly. She wanted to exercise some tact. Even though her instincts were right, she felt a little guilty for making Abigail say it. <strong>“Aahh..”</strong> Her meowey little moan certainly had a pitiful tone to it, but her smile made her motives as clear as summer wind. She was excited.<br><br>And then Abbey crossed the next couple lines right away. Heather had a set of eyes that made it obvious how willing she was to let others inside. Her body was a playtoy, and Abbey’s choice of words had been perfect. As the kiss blew in, tt swept Heather away and she was glad she waited. Heather liked to please people, and that usually meant that she was a dominate partner with women. Men had no problem seizing their enjoyment, it was written in their spinal cords and the hearts in their chest. This woman, she liked to make moves, and it was good. Heather let her weight sink into Abbey as the kiss came in, she was only wearing her socks, her wild floral panties and a green blouse that almost looked like a sweater. There were white and blue stripes on the neck, the short sleeves and the hemline at the bottom. Little swirly fabric came off of the shoulders and the chest to frame her tits underneath. It almost looked like a nightshirt, or a modified half of a jumpsuit. It was lighter than it looked, but it would need to go.<br><br>Abbey was forceful, her mousey approach vanished into a hurricane of tightness. Her mouth was full of the other girl’s tongue, it was absolutely devastating. The rainbow girl’s body heat raised by two or three degrees almost instantly, flooding her bloodstream full of chaotic chemicals. She welcomed this behavior, and she swooned audibly with a few passive groans. <br><br>Heather’s ass was on full alert, and two fingers were teasing her experienced asshole. Heather’s body healed at insane rates. Getting assfucked always hurt, but it almost always made her cum, and she loved it almost as much as she enjoyed vaginal sex, that always hurt too. She gave Abbey an agreeable moan and a snicker, pulling her mouth away to give the girl some words, <strong>“do it. Do anything, it’s playtime…”</strong> She smiled, and re-engaged the kiss, sliding her hands under any fabric she found, copying Abbey’s grip with one hand, she wrapped a tight hand around a perfect ass cheek. Her other hand rose up passionately to apply heavy pressure to a breast. She tried to shove Abbey’s tit through her ribcage. Heather liked to be abused, so when she was with girls she’d tried to be as manly as possible. She wasn’t, but all of her strength squeezed Abbey’s right breast, and she leaned into it as her mouth was invaded further. <br><br>One break in the kiss, <strong>"The taste is heaven.”</strong> She bit at Abbey’s lip, sucking on it and offering her parted lips again. Another break, <strong>“mutation,”</strong> her saliva tasted like sweet rose candy or something like it. An orchard of pink petalled roses. They broke the kiss with a breath, <strong>“like honey…”</strong> It wasn’t even a metaphor. <br><br>Heather felt like she needed to prove it right away, but she didn’t want to initiate oral sex quite yet, especially on herself. She was starting to moisten inside, heat up and ache. <strong>“Here…” </strong>She could feel her body squish, so she reached down with her left hand and used her fingers to slide in. Pulling back after a second or two of mining and a gentle moan in reaction to the momentary masturbation. <strong>“Taste.”</strong> Heather offered her middle and fore finger, sliding them into Abbey’s lips.<br><br>With the other girl’s mouth busy, Heather figured she would offer a fuller explanation, <strong>“A boy fucked me the other day…”</strong> The two bracelets on her wrist suggested that she wasn’t lying. <strong>“He called me honeypot… My B.O. is even nice, I think it smells like grass… but…”</strong> She shrugged. Even before her mutation, she’d smelled nice, but she wasn’t so special. So she knew that everyone was oblivious to the way that they actually smelled. <strong>“My body is just like… made for sex,”</strong> she giggled, <strong>“You’ll see.”</strong> Her mini monologue ended as her fingers pulled out of Abbey’s mouth. <strong>“Good, right?”</strong> She smiled. Some might have called her ‘Honey Pot.’ She’d also been called ‘Satan’ before. And the devilish little smile in her eyes showed that side as well. <br><br>The two of them had already talked about her energy boosts before. <strong>“You wanna boost?”</strong> It was a strange question, unless Abbey was able to place that word fast enough in the right place, it would have been confusing, but Heather wasn’t thinking enough to explain, her mutation had just been elaborated on, so her head was in that space. The boost woke people up, but Heather had been learning that it also gave women an exaggerated libido. The two of them had gone over that too, and it’s addictive quality.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Mansion: School Sessions - IC - Salem Center</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alias</strong> on <strong>19-08-2017, 05:19:40</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9b/73/6c/9b736c08f20cfa49b8193baf7de3dd00.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Jennifer Cole<br><strong>Location</strong>: Ice cream shop<br><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br><strong>Content</strong>: conversation - best night without sex stories<br><strong>wearing</strong> Charlotte here (http://i.imgur.com/vvV0Cyu.jpg) &amp; These Shoes (http://pd-image-domain.com/catalog/product/cache/3/small_image/400x/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/f/a/fay1-white-pu-1-a.jpg) - No purse.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:&nbsp; Dominic Kincaid<br><hr><hr><br>Jammy liked this boy. She was sure of it, but she knew that she was being captured by his gorgeous face and his remarkable body. He was tall, fit, solid, and his jawline made her want to lick him. But, she was so hypnotized by it, she was having trouble judging him in other ways, and finding the parts of him that mattered to her on a deeper level. If she could pay attention, she would find out that she was more than smitten. The excellent job he was doing on the date was hypnotizing her more than his perfect frame. The milkshake, all the subtleties. The question about his childhood was the first real test she could manage to give him, and it was an old go to from her highschool days. She felt silly for even saying it, but it was a good question, and it was a good way to get to know some one. The addition of the childhood movies was new. She learned a lot about him the moment he started to answer.<br><br><em>‘He’s had sex, thats good... a few times, many times, thats good too. He called them exploits, though.’</em> That wasn’t perfect. She tried to see it from his perspective. She’d made the rule, almost as if she didn’t trust him to avoid those types of stories. But, she didn’t like the word choice. Jam was sensitive, she was judgemental and fairly unforgiving. But as she’d aged a bit, she’d learned that everyone had a little devil in them, and she was learning what kind of devil she liked. She had a particular body, and she would have to be treated a certain way. It didn’t always please boys, but she couldn’t lead with it. She was a little scared, excited to have a real chance at having a good mutant boyfriend, but worried that they might not be perfect together. It was typical first date stuff, her brain was too busy to even focus, but she tried.<br><br><br>The lessons continued, he had only prefaced his story, and she picked back up as he started it. <em>‘This boy likes to fuck, and fight. His best moment that wasn’t sexual was beating up the man who trained him.’</em> She didn’t mean to, but her face showed some disbelief. She didn’t deny the truth of the story, she was just surprised at the answer. Her younger personality, the childish voice in her head went <em>‘ew.’</em> But, Jennifer had learned a lot about people. And she gave this story a chance, she gave him a chance before she made decisions.<br><br>The end of the story was far simpler than she expected it to be, Dom even knew that his sensei had let him win. Meanwhile, Jam didn’t know how to throw a punch. She couldn’t imagine the inner emotions of a master and his student in a combat dojo. It was an alien world to her. He might as well have told her that he’d been raised in another dimension.<br><br>The pink haired girl gave him a long thoughtful look, investigating his eyes and trying to imagine the moment. <strong>“I have a lot of questions, though.”</strong> Jam and her sister were a different breed. They didn’t ask questions to tell their own answer. They didn’t learn much as girls, or young women; but, the core of their personalities were disruptively bright. They were so nice, it didn’t make sense. <br><br>Jam could tell that he wanted to know though, it was part of the game. <strong>“I’ll remember my questions,”</strong> She put one finger on the table and took a long drink from the milkshake, her eyes were busy, clearly sorting out thoughts, adding fingers to the table, stopping at six, and then studying them as she swallowed the chocolate cream. <strong>“Ok.”</strong> She looked up and removed her hands from the table, setting her elbows near the shake. <br><br><strong>“So.”</strong> She stretched her back and wiggled, sorting her brain and telling the story that she told since it had happened. She used to have an old one, but it was number two, and she could tell that story at any time. <strong>“I was seventeen. So, totally not that long ago.”</strong> She giggled a bit as she gestured. Jennifer used her hands when she spoke, stage right was the past to her, so she was looking and motioning to Dom’s left as she thought about it. <strong>“I was really into music, and all my friends were. And I was like a fan of them.”</strong> It would be a decent preface, <strong>“A few of the boys played at an open mic every week. It was like a forty minute drive, but we all stuffed into a couple cars and went down there.”</strong> She paused for a breathe, Jam wasn’t a great story teller, <strong>“It was early on, and the boy I liked the most was writing new songs. We got together with a group of the locals and they showed us their town, like, it was a sleepy place, it felt like a ghost town. We wandered for hours, creepy town, lots of like fog and smoke. Close to halloween, I remember, cree-pee!”</strong> A sip of the shake, it was hard to tell if she was finished or not. <br><br>She wasn’t, <strong>“The river there was gross, but there was a creek that we found that was fast and deep and really clean. It was a cold night but we all stripped down and skinny dipped.”</strong> Jam had cheated a little bit, her non-sexual story involved nudity. But it was the full truth and that was a happy accident. It was the best night of her life, even with sex stories included. There was something special about it, the dreams of teenagers proud of their creations, the freedom of having cars for the first time. The empty town to explore, the excitement of skinny dipping with more than a dozen people. It felt like she was a noblewoman in the renaissance. She felt like a princess that night. And it hadn’t been sexual. One of the boys later became her boyfriend, but they’d never gotten that far either. Jam’s mutation activated before they could. <strong>“Th-That’s it.”</strong> She smiled and let out a gentle laugh. Her shoulders shrugged and she went to her shake, still thinking about the six questions she had for Dom, but keeping her fingers off the table, giving him space to ask some of his own if he had them.<br>
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