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Post by admin on Feb 21, 2008 7:09:59 GMT -8
Faye had decided, after a few months in Vegas, that she should go back to school. Magic was top priority in her life, but she wasn't a stupid girl by any means. If she intended to make as much of a living as she always dreamed of, she'd need all the knowledge she could get, and as trivial as dealing with so many bubbleheaded humans was, it was a necessity in life. How unfortunate for her.
With a distasteful sneer at the building that loomed before her, she slung her messenger bag across her shoulder and started up the path to the school. It was much larger than the high school in New Salem, but she still received the same awed stares as she had back home. That was something she would never mind, as silly as it was. She loved to have people at her beckoning call, and teenagers were the easiest of anyone to manipulate. It would help when she wanted to skip out, when she didn't feel like doing her work, etc. Anything, really. And already she'd picked out a few promising males if she ever needed a night of company or fun.
School, as unfortunate the actual place was, looked like it would be fun for her remaining year.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Feb 29, 2008 16:39:53 GMT -8
Nick saw no point in returning to school, but his boss at the car shop certainly did. It was either finish high school, start a degree in mechanics, or lose his job. And since Nick couldn't afford to be out a job at the moment, he'd taken the lesser of evils and gone back to high school.
Inwardly groaning, he slammed the door to his rebuilt Mustang shut, and pulled out a cigarette. He wouldn't be able to get away with as much in this school; he'd actually have to show up for class this time, but he'd be damned if they took away his cigarettes. Lighting up, he started down a path towards the overbearing school, glaring at the few girls who dared to make a pass at him. He had no interest in any of them. The only girl that had sparked his interest had been Cassie, and look where it had gotten him. Nowhere.
Shoving past a crowd of confused looking freshman, and threw open the main entrance and stalked towards his first class. No office trip for him just yet. He'd made sure to get his schedule and memorize the layout of the school beforehand just to save himself the pain. First up, English Literature, 101. What a fucking joy.
That too was another door he threw open, and slammed his half-empty bookbag on the back table. He thought he would get by just fine in his poor mood, surrounded by idiots and no magic... But that was before SHE entered the room, drawing all attention as usual and enjoying every minute of it. Great. He just had to pick the city where she was, and the same school, same class, nonetheless. As if he wasn't in a bad mood already. Now it was just foul.
Ducking his head, and pretending to be reading the assigned literature, he prayed- to whatever God garnered over fools such as himself- that she wouldn't notice him.
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Post by admin on Feb 29, 2008 18:34:58 GMT -8
Faye enjoyed the stares and catcalls she received walking into the classroom, but what she enjoyed even more was to see her very own, Nicholas Armstrong, trying to hide behind the pretense of reading. As if that boy read! Smirking with the delight of seeing her old boy toy, she sauntered over to where he sat, leaning a hip against his desk.
With the tip of a red-polished fingernail, she pushed his book down on the table to gain his attention- though she was sure she'd had it the moment she'd entered the classroom. "Why, if it isn't little Nick out to play with the big bad real world," she purred, just waiting to flare his temper. She loved his temper. It was one of the things that had excited her when they'd been together... off and on... and off again. "What, the covenant of love and light not satisfying your tastes anymore? Or perhaps it was watching that sickening paragon of virtue Adam parade around with our dear, sweet Cassie that had you running?"
Oh, she most enjoyed teasing him. Perhaps this school year would be more entertaining than she thought.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Mar 5, 2008 16:59:20 GMT -8
Nick continued to stare at his book without really seeing it. That was until he head the pages start to rip at the binding with how hard he was clutching it. By then, he was seeing red and his jaw was clenched so hard that sharp pains were shooting across his face and down his neck.
It was with great restraint that he managed to look up at her, and then he was sure the look in his eyes screamed murder as he said, "Go to hell, Faye."
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Post by admin on Mar 7, 2008 12:47:51 GMT -8
Faye chuckled. It wasn't some little girl sound, either, like most girls her age. Not a tinkling laugh, but a deep, husky and thoroughly mocking chuckle. Her golden eyes flashed, her red-painted nails dancing across the top of his book. "We're already there, honey," she said mysteriously, "We're already there."
She made a clucking sound with her tongue, shaking her head in amusement as she slipped away from his desk. Eyes followed her every movement, some awed, some hungry, and other's just plain searing (that would be the jealous females, of course), and she more than enjoyed the attention and the promise of power of the weak human minds as the school year went along.
Especially Nick. He'd learn eventually, and she'd tame him one of these days. Though she had to admit it was the icy exterior, the tough guy persona that wasn't at all an act, that she liked about him. It only made her want to break him in more.
She made sure to take her time in choosing a seat. Even as the teacher came in and tried to start class, she was still walking slowly around the desks as if pondering her next victim. Finally, she chose a prime seat in the center of the classroom, tossing her mane of dark hair behind her shoulders and sitting as regally as a queen before an audience. Oh, yes, this year would be quite enjoyable for her.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Mar 8, 2008 18:24:05 GMT -8
Nick didn't have a clue as to what she meant, but he was more than glad when she decided to leave him be. Too bad she was still in the same classroom drawing all the attention. Hell, she was in the same school... the same state. He just had to pick the one place she was. Of course. When did things ever go easy for him? And just because she'd left him for the moment didn't mean she wouldn't be back trying to break him apart later. That was just the way Faye worked. She lived to annoy and destroy.
Nick grunted, tossing his book onto the ground beside his desk as if it were some foul creature and glared at the fake wood finish of his desk. The teacher was something he barely focused on, but the prompt to write some form of poetry, depicting themselves was a welcome distraction. No doubt Faye would write about fire, or sex, or both. Damned woman.
Drawing out a chewed up pen, and a bit of crumpled paper, he set to work. Nick was no writer. He much prefered to work on engines than anything else, but if it meant he could vent, then so be it. And for some strange reason he was finding it easier to come up with something to put to paper, even if it wasn't close to decent writing. Whatever.
Five minutes in, the teacher called for them to find a good stopping point, and that's when the true testing began. They were supposed to read aloud. Everyone. Oh, dear Gods. Him and public speaking? Hell no. Just no.
And of course, being the loner admist the students, he was picked first. Damn damn damn.
Glaring icily at the teacher, and a few females who had the nerve to giggle and bat their eyelashes at him, he leaned back in his chair and turned his glare on the abused paper. Damn. Fine. Whatever.
In a growling voice, he quickly read his poem, unsurprisingly about ice,
"In a cold winter With night's undisturbed droplets Water becomes ice On what was once foliage
Iced cracked perfection Reflects my own chapped image Slowly melting away And becoming blue as night"
Once finished, he tossed the paper back on the desk and crossed his arms over his chest, silently daring the teacher to comment, but despite a muttered, "Good, good," there was nothing, and he moved on to the next student. Damn straight.
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Post by admin on Mar 8, 2008 18:35:30 GMT -8
At last it was Faye's turn. With a sultry smile, a slow, sensuous curving of her full lips, she stood and sauntered her way to the front of the classroom. All eyes were on her, exactly as she liked it, and with a slight toss of her dark mane of hair she held the poem aloft and said,
"My poem... is about fire."
Her smile grew just a little bit as her eyes landed briefly on Nick. No doubt he had expected that.
"Fire fire burning bright, Come to keep my soul alight, Lift my spirits, warm my hands, Prettiest predator of the lands.
Fire fire savage beast, Burn the world on which you feast, Dusty ashes mark your path Of heat and anger, rage and wrath.
Fire fire gift of Love, A comfort sent from Him above To warm the world on darkened night, Guide them with your wondrous light.
Fire fire eat! Devour All those that undermine your power Destroy the lives of those that may, Be fool enough to get in your way.
Fire fire burning bright, Come to keep my soul alight, Lift my spirits, warm my hands, Prettiest predator of the lands."
At the end of her poem, she let loose a flar of fire from the tips of her fingertips in old first day tradition, and tossed it into the wastebasket beside the teacher's desk. So unused to this type of display, quite a few students made shocked noises, and the teacher immediately lunged for the fire extinguisher on the wall. As the wastebasket went up in flames, the bell rang, signifying the end of class. With a regal smile, and a stifled chuckle, she grabbed her bag and calmly made her way out the door. Now that was what she called an entrance to a new school, for no doubt the little students were quickly learning she was one to fear and admire, and stay far away from if possible. Misuse of magic? Pah! She liked to call it dominance over a weaker species. Who cared about laws?
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Post by lily tomlinson on Mar 18, 2008 23:20:45 GMT -8
If Nick wasn't such a composed person, he would have let his head drop on his desk in exasperation. That damned woman. She was going to start trouble all over again. He'd left New Salem to get AWAY from the drama, to get away from her and the coven and all those stupid outsiders afraid of him. He'd just wanted to be left alone. Was that so much to ask?
Apparently Faye thought so. That woman was all about drama. All about control, and power and having a herd of outsiders as her slaves. And now he was stuck in the same town as her.
It took great restraint to keep his anger from showing. He schooled his features into their usual mask of ice, and followed his classmates out into the hall, bookbag slung halfheartedly over his shoulder. He was tempted to just skip out, to find a new town to hide in, but he was also stubborn. Why should he have to give up a perfectly good town, and a good job, because of Miss Drama Queen? Well, he didn't. He'd suffer with her nagging presence, and her melodramatic antics, and he would graduate and be done with this whole mess. He wouldn't let her or his past get to him. Not this time.
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