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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 17, 2009 11:20:51 GMT -5
Eyeing the flour and eggs on the table mischeviously, Race mad a motion towards the messy condiments to his brother and sister. Alex leaned in, swiftly swiping two of the eggs and sneakily positioning them on the teachers seat while Race lined the eraseres on the chalk board with a thick layer of powder so that the teacher would be engulfed in a cloud of white smoke when she used the eraser. They both just barely made it to their seats as the bell rang, Race's hands still white from the flour as he hid them under the table. Turning to Elise, he spoke quickly from the adrennaline rush he had gotten from almost getting got, "Hey, I could get you in on the action if your want. "
Alex, who's eyes were trying to focus on anything but the seat as to not look suscpicious, eventually fell upon a girl in the back of the room. He remembered having her in several classes, and then seeing her in line earlier- she had always been alone. As Race traced his brothers line of sight, realizing Alex was staring at Robin. With a mischevious grin, Race stood up. "So, you got the hots for that chick, bro? Don't worry, I'll work my magic and see if I can hook you two up." he said, winking and darting to the back of the room as Alex bolted up from his seat and tackled his brother to the ground just as he reached Robin's seat. Looking up at Robin from under his brother, Race gave her a small wave. "Hey, so, my brother has the hots for you. Would you mind sl-" Alex covered his brothers mouth with his hand before he could finish. "Sorry abour him." Alex said looking over at Robin. "You see, he has this thing- its called being an idiot. It really makes him the problem child of our family." Race smiled triumphantly- this had worked better than he had planned. Not only Has Robin now taken notice of Alex, but they were talking.
"So, is this how its going to be now?" Stephen asked, holding an egg in his hand and cooking it with the frustration he felt. "We're just not going to talk?" Got, right now he felt like he could set this whole room aflame- maybe he had a future career as an arsonist- if he kept up at this rate it was almost a sure thing.
Eric stared at Alex and Race on the floor, wrestling with eachother as they talked to the girl in the back seat. "You know, now I think I know where you get your fiery side from. You must've had to put up with alot growing up with the two of them." he said, wondering exactly how similar she was to them as he eyed the two brothers wrestling around on the flor
"No, I don't." Greg replied, a small smile of amusement appearing on his face that she seemed to be sticking with her cat story despite the obvious truth. "So, you like cat's then?" Greg asked as he took a seat beside her, his eyes level and calm as spoke. She was more beautiful than he had imagined up close, her eyes pulling him in like nothing else he had ever encountered before. He knew then that her eyes would be the inspiration behind many of his drawings, such intense depths of blue were rare and he hadn't seen anyone with eyes like hers during his whole existense, which was quite a while considering he was a vampire.
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Post by Milk on Jul 17, 2009 11:39:53 GMT -5
Elise watched with amusement, just as everyone else had, and smiled at them while shaking her head. This wasn't going to end well. She watched him back and sit down and shook her head. ''As much as I love mischief, I don't want to be in on this action.'' She patted his arm and smiled. ''Maybe next time.'' It was their first day of school after all- she wasn't a trouble-maker on the first day of school.
Robin looked up as Race shot over, and then followed him down to the ground as Alex tackled him. She watched with silent steely eyes, frowning. ''Aren't you all problem children, or was I hallucinating you putting flour on the erasers?" she asked, sounding cold but strong. She started to stand from her chair, noticing that Stephen had started to cook and not wanting to be the only one not cooking.
Cassie looked at him as she cut a few things. ''I don't know what to say, I'm sorry,'' she answered, looking back down at her sliced cheeses and vegetables. Her stomach growled loud enough that both of them could hear, and she flushed and went back to slicing and chopping. ''I guess Race and Alex are starting their pranks early this year, huh?"
Hillary laughed as she pulled out a few eggs. ''You've got NO idea what it was like to grow up the only chick child in the house,'' she said, smiling at him. ''Eventually, it was easier to just join them than beat them.'' Meaning, she used to be a good kid- for maybe three years of her life. ''So what about you? What's your family like?"
''No. My mother does,'' she answered and slid a pink apron on and pulled her hair up into a pony tail before stuffing it into a bun and hair-net. This exposed her beautiful, small neck and a small silver chain that was around it. She wore a cross to school every day. She reached over and started to set up to make breakfast.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 17, 2009 12:28:08 GMT -5
Laughing at Robin's reaction, Race swiftly slid out from under his brother as Alex was momentarily stunned, caught off gaurd by Robin's reaction. "Wow, you've bagged yourself a real Ice queen bro." Race said as he bounded back to his chair and sat next to Elise, continuing their conversatin. "Bummer, your really missing out." Race said, winking at her. "You know, if you always go through life being careful, than your never really living. My philosophy: the only way to live life is on the edge." He said, standing up and tossing a few eggs onto the stove.
Alex looked over at Robin, blinking a few times- caught off gaurd by her reaction. "Uh- excuse you. Don't dis my art just because you don't understand it. Pranking is a misunderstood art form- not that I'd expect a square like you to understand that." he said, regaining his dignity as he brushed himelf off and stood up. "Now I see why your always alone." he said, refferring to her icy demeanour.
Ignoring her small talk, Stephen cut right through the pleasantries. "God damn, Cassie. Would you stop being so stubborn and just eat something. What your doing is ridiculous- how would mom and dad take it if I told them you were starving yourself."Stephen threatened, determined to get her to eat soething.
"The opposite of yours." Eric laughed, glancing over at her brothers again. "I have an older brother- he's a lawayer. We don't normally play or joke around in my family. It's strictly business- getting good grades and going to college to get a high paying job is really all thats important in my family. We don't have time for messinag around and stuff like that." he said, an undertone of regret in his voice. He often wished his family had more warmth and playfulness to them, he honestly felt like he was in purgatory at his house sometimes- allways being judged, no room for messing up.
Greg's eyes lingered on her neck for a minute, slowly drifting downwards till they cam upo her silver cross. He reflexively pulled back slightly, remembering it was probably just because she was religious and not meant to ward vampires off. "What is your family like?" Greg asked, his english accent comming through as he reached for the eggs and began cooking them on the stove. He could feel his stomach burning with hunger- that was the reason he'd taken this class in the first place, free food- as the smell of the food hit him hard. His first instinct was to devour the food like the animal that he was, but he knew it would draw way too much suspicion. Bitting down on his lower lip, he drew blood, hoping it would satisfy at least that side of his hunger until school was over.
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Post by Milk on Jul 17, 2009 12:49:02 GMT -5
''It's the beginning of the school year would be my reasoning for missing out,'' she informed him with a grin. ''Maybe next time,'' she said, sincerely meaning the maybe. Elise sighed and reached for some eggs to help cook. ''Wonder where the teacher is.''
Robin shrugged. ''Yup. Ice tends to scare people away,'' she agreed and continued to work on her own to make her breakfast dish. ''Don't you have some more misunderstood art to do elsewhere?" she asked, glancing at him with cold blue eyes.
She popped a baby carrot into her mouth, but stubbornly refused to eat more. ''That will tie me over to dinner,'' she said. She couldn't continue her diet during dinner or breakfast, but that was manageable- she didn't eat a huge plate during either meal. ''Now will you stop worrying about me. I'm fine, I promise,'' she said, leaning over and kissing his cheek.
''Wow. So...your whole family has a stick shoved too far up their ass?'' she teased, smiling sadly for him. ''You're more than welcome to mess with my brothers- I guess after school though, since you gotta be all perfect and stuff. My brothers love to play with people, but they sometimes play too rough,'' she recalled how after puberty they'd wrestled some humans at school and nearly knocked them out just after a few hits. ''Yeah, just a little too rough sometimes....''
Sam hesitated to answer, before saying, ''They are very strong and powerful people.'' Her voice was soft, and there was an undertone of deep sadness. ''My mother is a stay at home mother who teachers bible-study at Church, and my father is a powerful lawyer and co-owns the shelter the church has set up. I have two sisters who are perfect, one is a nurse and the other is training to be a missionary. My mother is expecting with my baby brother...As I said, they are all strong people.'' Yet she sounded so sad to be in that family. She hissed a second later and lifed her finger, examing the cut she'd gotten a second earlier. She'd been cutting some cheese. She kissed it and looked at the small amount of blood. ''Do you have a bandage?" she asked him and looked up, blue eyes filled with content.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 17, 2009 13:55:17 GMT -5
"Hehe, maybe she heard that she had the terrible triplets and decided to call in sick." Race laughed, shaking his head. The three of them had worked hard to build an infamous reputation for themselves- and any teacher that had the three of them in one class usually quit halfway through the year. Eventually, a tall, lean woman walked in, approaching slowly as if suspecting a trap. She looked to be in her early 30's an had obviously been alerted that she had the triplets judging by the way her eyes locked onto the three of them like a wild animal running from its prey. The woman immediately spotted the eggs, picking them up and looking at Race and Alex, though Alex was too preoccupied to notice. Race cursed under his breath. "Damn.......I knew that one was too obvious..." The teacher clapped her hands, calling attention to the front of the class. "Race, Alex, and Hillary- after school detention tonight until 6 pm." "Awww- come on. You don't even know it was us." Race complained, heaving a heavy sigh but knowing the three of them had already been sentenced. "Guess it was a good thing you didn't join in...." Race mumbled to Elise under his breath, frowning slightly.
"Yeah." Alex said, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Melting ice." Alex replied sarcastically, sitting down next to her. "But you know, the things about ice is, its never a permanent thing. It eventully melts, all it needs is a little sun." He liked her spunk, but he was sure it was just a defence mechanism- at least the whole 'ice queen' act.
"Yes, of course your fine- becaus I haven't known you since you were 10 and I wouldn't know the differece." Stepen replied saracastically, the egg still in his hand growing hotter and hotter. "You know, why don't you just go do drugs and smoke while your at it Cassie. And then, maybe you can go fuck some pimp and get an STD." he added, his anger getting worse and worse. "Because hell, you'll be fine." The egg in his hand burst, splattering around everyone at the table. "Fuck!" Stephen said, flipping his chair backwards as he stood up and stormed out of the room. "Young man!" The teacher tried to call Stephen back into the classroom, but it was obvious he wasn't listening.
"Holy shit! What the hell was that?" Eric asked, his eyes on the egg splattered across his shirt. "You know, I knew your brothers played rough, Hillary, but wow." Brushing the egg off his face and shirt, he turned to her. "How, ah, how did he do that?" He knew they hadn't had enough time to boil an egg yet, and even if they did, squeezing it that hard should've made it implode, not explode.
Greg's eyes latched onto the blood trickling down her finger, his fangs elongated although they were still covered by his lips. Before he could stop himself, his hands moved up her arm, gentle yet strong as they held her hand in place so she couldn't move away. At the same time, his lips parted slightly as his mouth captured here finger, his tongue swirling around the delicious hot liquid staining her skin. Groaning slightly in pleasure, Greg's pupils dialated as he looked up at her, his tongue still on her cut. It was a cross between a kissing, sucking motion- something he was subconsciously doing. Regaining his self control, Greg immediately released her hand and pulled his mouth away from her finger, letting out a heavy breath. He felt neither embarrasment nor shame for his actions- in fact, he felt lust and desire were basic animal instinctual needs that should be indulged, not regarded with negativity. The only thing he was regretful about was the fact that he was almost sure she would regard him with fear and be even more wary of him from this point foreward. In fact, he would have done it again if he was sure it wouldn't feed the fear growing within her. Wow, her blood tasted good. Definately better than anything he had tasted within his 200 years of existence as a vampire, not that he had much comparison. It was true that he had sampled human blood before, but that had been over a century ago and he could barely remember what that had tasted like. It was definately going to be a lot harder to surpress his bloodlust tonight, especially since he would probably see her everyday now. "You follow the teachings of the christian chruch, correct? I did as well, long ago. I sampled the blood of christ, las I am sure you have as well- it was taught that a blood exchange would purify the soul. Do you believe the same can occur among others- because, I must say, you blood tastes sweeter than that of your allegid savior." he asked, his eyes never leaving hers.
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Post by Milk on Jul 17, 2009 14:25:17 GMT -5
Elise nodded in agreement. ''Wow, what a bitch,'' she muttered under her breath as she continued with the cooking. ''Hey, help me make breakfast,'' she said, gently prodding him with the end of a spoon and giggling.
Robin rolled her eyes. ''What do you want, Alex?" she asked, looking at him with a cross expression. ''Cause I don't need a partner, and I don't want to melt either.'' She cracked an egg into a skillet and watched it sizzle.
Cassie glared up at him. ''Stephen, this doesn't lead to-'' The egg exploded and she felt it splatter on her face and shirt. She wiped it off and followed him out, apologizing to the teacher and offering to clean up after school. She ran after Stephen. ''Stephen, come on!'' she called after him, trying to keep up with the hot head.
Hillary shrugged. ''He has ways,'' she said vaguely and inwardly let out a noise of irritation. Detention and a side show, thanks family! she thought and helped lean off his shirt and then moved to wipe the egg splatter from her boobs. The teacher snapped at her outfit and she fixed it once the egg was gone.
Sam watched him stare at her blood and took a slight step back, but he grasped her hand in the gentlest of ways and took her finger and sucked and kissed the cut. She felt warmth in the wrong place and tugged slightly- in fear for herself and in fear of him. Oh God, forgive me...I'm being turned...Is that the phrase? Turned on? Oh, merciful God, forgive me. She pulled away slightly when he finally released her finger, her cheeks completely red. She nodded in response to his talking,but quickly got herself together as people were watching curiously. ''Y- yes, i follow that church...You're not...religious?" she inquired softly about the first part. Her cheeks turned, to her surprise, even redder as he told her that her blood was better than Christ's. ''Well...I suppose...Yes, we...I think we are...'' Her mind wasn't quite as together as she thought it was. She pulled her hand away and looked back to what she had been doing. Something was burning.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 17, 2009 15:29:23 GMT -5
"Yes miss." Race joked, helping chop red peppers and onions to put into the omlette. Hehe, he kind of liked this power shift. His mind started to wander as fanatsies of him as a disobedient schoolboy and her as the strict yet slutty schoolteacher punishing him filled his mind. A silly grin formed on his face, the only hint to what was going on in his mind.
Alex stayed, helping her cook the food despite her obvious dislike of him. "How would you know if you want to melt or not- you've never done it before." he pointed out, not fazed at all by her icy demeanour. "So, whats the reasoning for the whole glacier thing, anyways. I mean, people aren't born all frozen and shit. They become that way." he said, his tone shifting from indifferent to serious .
Stephen could feel the flames that he was unble to supress and longer gathering on his hands and traveling up his arms. Shit, he needed to calm down before he set his shirt on fire- or before it spread. Normally, he kept himself away from positions that made him angry for this reason exactly. He didn't know exactly how far the fire could spread on his body, but he wasn't interested in finding out. "Leave me alone, Cassie! You really don't want to mess with me right now." he said, turning to her and showing her his now enflamed hands and lower arms.
Eric laughed. "Hehe, apparrently the teacher doesn't like your wardrobe change- Hillary, I wouldn't give her another reason to not like you. I mean, she obviously already carries a grudge against you by association with your brothers. Sorry about the detention, by the way. That was unfair of her- you had nothing to do with the shit your brothers pulled."
Greg tilted his head to the side, stairing at her curiously. He could smell her getting turned on- definitely not the reaction he expectd from her. A small smile crept onto his lips as he licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of her blood on his lips. "You liked that, didn't you." Greg said, more of a statement than an accusatoin. He was half tempted to taste her again- and he just might have if they hadn't attracted such a big audience. "I liked it too." he said, feeling the animalistic desire that had made him taste her in the first palce rear up inside of him again. His eyes lingered on her neck again, the thirst for her he felt burning his throat as he forced himself to look away. "Here-" Greg said, taking a band-aide out of his backpack and gently placing it on her cut. He carried bandages with him for times like these- more to stop himself from succumbing to his thirst than for its normal uses. "You shouldn't feel ashamed for liking it." he said, easily reading her embarrassment in the features of her face. "It's natural to lust and desire- to covet that which is....forbidden. Passion is increased in the midst of pain." he said, obviously expressing the way he felt for her. Without taking his eyes off of her, he used a spachela to life the burning food off of the stove. He could help but find her enticing- completely entrancing- and he wouldn't have it any other way. Of course, it might cause problems with his...'condition', and 'alternative lifestyle', but she was definately worth it.
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Post by Milk on Jul 17, 2009 16:07:50 GMT -5
Elise worked the egg and cheese while he did the vegetables. ''Should we do...bac...on...What are you thinking?" she asked, noting his grin was less than innocent. She could almost guess it was something inappropriate, but she didnt' want to.
Robin gave him a dirty look for staying but shrugged after a few moments. Okay, so she was melting a little bit...She wouldn't admit it but there wasn't a need to. ''Why I am the way I am is none of your business,'' she muttered as she slid some vegetables and cheese into the omlet and then he put some bacon into the other skillet. Her curls bobbed with each movement.
Cassie halted and stared at him,eyes wide. ''What if I compromised, okay?" she offered, not wanting him to be this angry anymore. ''I'll eat more, okay...But you have to take me to the gym every night, okay?'' She'd thought of that in a split second- eat healthy and more, but excersize. ''Okay? Please calm down...''
''This is normal,'' she mumbled, frowning as she cracked an egg into the pancake mix. ''Wait...Do eggs go into pancake mix?" she asked, having never cooked before. She was literally a mini of her mother- who couldn't cook worth a dime either.
Sam was embarrassed, and she was even more embarassed that he knew she was interested. She immediately focused on the- oh, wow, he flipped it out already. Her cheeks were still red and she was shaking from nervousness. ''No, it's..I cannot lust or desire...It's wrong,'' she whispered, not meeting his gaze. In her family, it was wrong to lust or desire or want things. A woman stayed in the home, did all the chores and cooking and cleaning and loving, and she did this without one word about what she wanted. Sam righted herself and went to fix what she had started to make, focusing on the dishes and not him...Or how he was putting a spark in her heart.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 17, 2009 16:54:34 GMT -5
Snapping out of his daydream, Race grinned. "Yeah, bacon's awesome. " He said, chopping up the whole package and pouring it in so that the omlette was 1/2 bacon and 1/2 egg. "Hope you have a carnivorous streak in you." he added, looking down at all the meat.
"Oh, really now." Alex said in an amused tone. "I'm gonna have to contradict you- its completely my business- considering your more than rude behavior towards me is a direct result of it." he said, raising an eyebrow at her. "And anything that affects me's my business."
"Fine Cassie." Stephen said, cooling down a little as the flames retreated to only his hands. God, he hoped no one walked out and saw him all flamed up and shit, cause' if they did, there would be a BIG problem. *Calm down- just calm down* Stephen told himself, cursing under his breath. "But I'm gonna hold you to it. If I come back your eating that whole god damn omlette, got it?" he said, trying to make his voice sound less angry and more calm.
Eric looked at her for a second, shocked. "You've never cooked before?" Eric asked, trying to hold back a laugh as he nodded a 'yes' to her question. Wow, who would've guessed. He was no chef himself, but he could cook himself a decent meal.
Greg tilted his head to the side, obviously not at all interested in the food. "How can you condemn your very inborn animal instincts, Samantha? Everyone- everything- feels lust and desire, perhaps on different levels, but the feelings are present in all creatures. And..." Greg paused for a minute, leaning towards her slighlty. "How can you distinguish what is right or wrong? By what others tell you? Where do you draw the line, Samantha?" he asked, genuinely intrigued with the theory she was presenting. He had never understood, or perhaps just never had the ability to identify, the line between right and wrong. He believed in things like cruelty and kindness, but to him right and wrong, good and evil, were just abstract theories and nothing more. Every action in life was too complex, too intertwined with so many other factors, to be solely defined by one word like right or wrong.
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Post by Milk on Jul 17, 2009 17:40:11 GMT -5
''Are you kidding me, we're splitting this!'' she said and flipped the omlet in half so that it started to cook. She made sure it was really cooked and once sure, she cut it in half and plated it. She smiled at him and offered a hand up to high-five. ''So...We cook well together...''
Robin rolled her eyes and shrugged again. ''I'm on my period,'' she told him. ''Isn't that what most guys assume is wrong with a lady when she's cold?" She glanced at him, and smiled slightly- so she did have a sense of humor.
''Yeah, sure, I will...Just calm down okay...'' Cassie said, reaching out and touching him gently. ''I'll eat more, okay...Don't get mad...'' Her real problem was him leaving, not him being mad. She had to fix it- this situation- to prove to herself she could fix things. She thought of her dead father and mother, and recalled her hands on their bodies and the tears and how nothing could heal them...She pulled away from him suddenly and wiped her eyes. God, every time she thought of them she started to cry.
Hillary laughed and nodded. ''nope. i can microwave, toast, and if- seriously, if i'm lucky, I can cook some scrambled eggs.'' She smiled at him. ''I guess you can cook, considering you find me funny?" She lifted the skillet and looked at it. ''So...pancakes?"
Sam stared at the skillet where the new omelet began to sizzle. ''Can you cut some vegetables and cheese?" she asked, wanting this subject dropped. Her face was still hot, like another body part, and she wanted both to quit it. ''I know what is right because God has it written as so, and the followers of the O Might One do as he deems right. My father and my mother know what is right and wrong from God's words and have instilled such beliefs into me.'' She pushed at the egg in the skillet with a spatula.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 17, 2009 19:04:39 GMT -5
"Yeah...among other things..." Race thought, a mischevious smile kreeping onto his face as he wondered to himself what else they could do well together. "So, you like cooking?" he asked, trying to get his mind out of the gutter as he reminded himself that she liked sincere guys, not funny perverts.
"I wouldn't exaclty call you a lady." Alex laughed, look over at her. "But no, not in your case. Besides, I'm not like most guys." he assured her confidently. "Most guys would've walked away by now, remember? Ice tends to scare people." he quoted her, smirking.
Stephen inhaled deeply, now looking more hurt than angry. "Don't get mad? How the hell can you say that, Cassie! Your leaving, and your starving yourself! Those are two god damn huge ass issues! Maybe you can just walk away from all this shit without batting an eye, but I can't." Taking a deep breath, he turned away from her. "I'm leaving- I'll see you at home." He didn't bother going back for his stuff as he left the school, taking his car home.
"Yeah, pancakes workes. You like sweet things?" he asked, not really meaning it in anything but an earnest question about her taste buds. God, it seemed like he turned into a complete pervert while he was aroud her- he normally wasn't like this, but when he was talking to her it was like his thoughts were always in the gutter.
Greg was silent for a moment as he absorbed her words. "I suppose, for most people, there must be right and wrong in the world to dictate what is and isn't appropriate and to govern their actions. What if their were no rules, Samantha? What if there were no boundaries, no one to answer to but yourself? Would you still behave as you do now, or would you give in to those lustfull desires of yours?" he said, not caring that they were having such an intense conversation in the middle of cooking class. He wanted more than anyting to know those parts of her that were so sinful- the parts of her that she didn't dare show anyone else- teh ugly and the pretty, the all the stuff in between. "Would you drink from me?" he asked, his eyes focused in on her as if nothing else in the world existed. He knew that for a human it was different drinking from a vampire than a vampire than a human, but he understood that on both side it was an erotic experience. She seemed to understand that, at least to an extent. He may lust for her blood, but right now it was more about having a part of her inside of him and having a part of him inside of her- a sort of undeniable bond. He'd never felt the urge before, and it was at least as strong as the bloodlust he felt for her if not stronger.
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Post by Milk on Jul 17, 2009 20:04:57 GMT -5
"Oh, well...I'm used to it, I guess," she answered. She sounded sad but accepting. "And are you putting double meanings in your words, Race?" she teased, smiling at him. She'd noted the preverted under tone to 'amongst other things.'
She snorted and shook her head. "You're right, I'm not a lady," she agreed, sounding soft and lost. "But you must be pretty thick headed to not let my icey demeanor chill you towards something warmer."
Cassie was left crying in the hallway, holding her face in her hands. "Don't leave," she whimpered, just standing there. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, walking toward the classroom before just sitting outside. She waited for her tears to dry before walking inside and finished up the omelet and, as promised, eating it.
"Oh, I love sweet things," she said in a happy voice. She smiled radiantly at him, eyes wide and perky. "Are you going to make me pancakes and other sweet things?" she asked, poking him playfully.
Samantha focused on her work as much as possible. She glanced up at him at the question of her actions and what would happen should there be no rules. She flushed and looked down guiltily, answering his question- she'd be giving into her desires. Oh, yes she would. Her head snapped up to his at his next qeustion. "Drink...from you?" she repeated, looking downright confused.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 17, 2009 20:16:41 GMT -5
"Why don't you tell me." Race said, looking up at her with a sugguestive grin. Well well, she wasn't as innocent as she pretended to be. Sliding the omlette out of the pan, he cut it in half and handed her the bigger peice. "So, your not so innocent after all." he laughed, shaking his head. Looking over at Cassie when she walked in, a worried expression crossed his face. He had noticed the fight between her and Stephen and figured it was none of his business, but now she was crying. "Cassie, you alright?" Race asked, sincere concern in his voice. "Or maybe I just like the cold." Alex said, frowning slightly at Robin's submission to his non-sincere insult about her not being a lady. "Or.." he said, a slight grin spreading across his face. "Maybe the coldest winters lead to the hottest summers." "Maybe, if your a good girl." he teased back, leaning away to avoid her poke while trying to poke her at the same time. She was faster than he expected, much faster. Crap, he would have to be more alert around her if he wanted to get in a few good pokes. Greg laughed- of course she wouldn't understand his offering- she was human, and obviously ignorant of the underworld species. "Yes, Samantha. From me. Not all things in this world make sense, or have a purpose behind them other than pleasure. There aren't always answers to every question, only acceptance." He hoped this would be explination enough as to why he couldn't explain the whole drinking thing. He was silent as he watched her work, admiring the grace in her movements but at the same time taking note of the tense posture her body had taken on, most likely because he was watching her so carefully yet obviously. (( Hey, I g2g do choires, but I should be back on at 8:30 ))
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Post by Milk on Jul 17, 2009 21:53:16 GMT -5
Cassie shrugged and went to her station. She finished their omelet and ate it. She kept wiping her eyes. Elise was quiet, unfamiliar with Cassie and unfamiliar with how to make her feel better. She only felt sympathetic for her. She looked at Race and wondered what he was going to do.
Robin was quiet after that. Isn't he the regular customer, she thought and inwardly scoffed.
Hillary smirked and made a happy face, and then waited for him to do some cooking. maybe she'd pick up some cooking tips.
Sam stared at him, still deeply confused. Why would she drink from him? Sure, she wanted to, but why would he even offer? She looked over at their food and plated it, handing him the plate. She wasn't hungry. She didn't know what to say to this.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Jul 17, 2009 23:43:49 GMT -5
(( sorry, mom wanted to have one of those talks )) Race walked over to Cassie, wanting to console his sister and figure out what was going on. Yes, he was nosy, but he had the best intentions. "Where's Stephen go? What happened between you two?" he asked, confused about what had transpired between them. "Well, that certainly shut you up quick." Alex teased. "I'll have to remember what I said for future reference." he smirked, unfazed by her silence- he was loud enough for the both of them. Eric glanced over at Cassie, wondering what had happened between her and Stephen. There was something going on there...something weird. And the peices didn't fit together. "Uh, hillary, whats up with your brother and sister? And whats the deal with the whole egg thing?" he asked, wanting answers. Greg looked down at the plate of food, not understanding why she had handed all of the food for him. His stomach urged him to not ask questions and just devour the eggs, but he stopped himself, looking over at her with questioning eyes instead. "Half of this is yours. Why have you handed it all to me?"
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