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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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History Always Comes Full Circle [Cereza/Open]
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Post by "Knuckles" on Oct 22, 2015 14:54:08 GMT -5
After a long tiring day, the worn out teenager had found himself at the new hang out Macht had developed. The Underground would do just fine to relieve some stress and allow himself to relax a little. Besides, he hadn't reallyed checked it out since it was up and running. Music could be heard blaring before he even entered, which was fine by him. It would help to drown out the thoughts in that busy head of his. Since returning he had already found himself smack dab in the middle of a huge pile of shit. He needed some time to unwind. He had made his way inside and then went toward the back, to the VIP reserved lounge. He had only stayed for a moment, dropping his vest and other various items off. Leaving a simple white button-up t-shirt, top buttons undone. A pair of faded black jeans ans those white skate boarding shoes. As he walked back toward the main bar and dance floor area, those hazel hues glanced around for a few moments as he studied the layout. A live band was playing, unfamiliar to him. And lighta of all color danced around, glinting off a necklace given to him a while ago by a girl he had lost touch with. Sweeping his hair back, the young outlaw moved toward thr bar and took a seat, elbows resting as he called out to the tender. "Gimme a couple shots of JD, bro. I'm starting off light, tonight. Hah."Fingers tapping along with the beat of this band's drun, Austin continued to look around. It seemee to be drawing a decent crowd. With luck it would be a successful source of income. A legitimate one, anyways. For now he would ait alone and toas one shot back, just allowing himself to take the scene in. Who knew, maybe he'd run into someone he knew. Cereza Nova Grey |
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Post by Bobby on Oct 28, 2015 8:33:03 GMT -5
"A man after ma own heart."
Bobby said the words casually, in a thick Southern drawl, being already several whiskies down the drain himself. It had been a tough day, between school and a mother spending another night at the hospital, puking up whatever little food she had managed to choke down during dinner. Bobby had said his goodbyes and left his father to the man's night shift at the same hospital. Walking home, Bobby had heard the thumping music coming from a side street and, curious about anything that might take his mind off of things, had followed the sounds to this surprisingly well down club.
Surprised even further at no one stopping under-aged-him from going in, he made a quick round of the dance floor, listened to the band, and found a seat at the main bar. It wasn't a honky-tonk dive, but it would do just fine. Nursing his way through double fingers of bourbon, the Southerner was close to drunk but still coherent as the big guy sat down next to him, ordering one of Bobby's favorites. The man was big, slightly taller than Bobby but outweighing him by an easy 20 pounds.
"Any man 'at likes Black Jack can't be all bad, least that's what ma Daddy always said. Name's Bobby, friend. Care to share a drink?"
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Oct 28, 2015 16:41:11 GMT -5
'The night is young
and full of sinners.' --- How long had it been since she graced the clubs of the Big Apple? The concrete jungle? Too long. Though to be fair others had been away far longer than she but still time had it's funny way of making things seem longer than they were. All the same it was capable of making things feel shorter as well. Graceful steady strides led the tall female from her car to the sidewalk. Cereza had been back in town for a bit but remained a mysterious shadow lurking about. Not as though that was anything truly new for the ever cryptic Wonderland had always been lovers of the caliginosity. They had a rather close intimacy with its darken coils. So while she had returned from her little hiatus no one truly knew Cereza Nova Grey was back in town. No she kept herself hush for the most part. Draped in disguise from time to time. It was interesting to watch how others were when one wasn't around.
--- Dressed casually (minus the bag and shoes) for the evening she made her way towards a particular club. One she heard through some little birdies was owned by a particular group. The leader or former leader whatever he was now was someone she met some time ago. It had been awhile to be honest since they ran into each other. He seemed to have vanished while she remained in the harden jungle of the city shifting and planning. But everyone needs a break from life. From the headaches of the world especially when one was working the business aspects of many affairs. Brown knee high boots clicked along the pavement and into the club, the heels adding to her 5'11" height bringing her easily to about 6 feet. Model like as many put it. Grey hues laid their gaze about the room undecided about what she felt like doing tonight. With an elegance the she flowed through the crowd, making her way towards the bar. Upon her head was her infamous white fedora - maybe she wasn't out to really hide tonight. Instead of her chocolate locs hiding within the confines of the headgear they flowed like a fountain down her back. Sitting idly on the stool she contemplated what her poison would do however those gems followed the tender's stroll and caught sight of an old visage.
~Oh so he is back? Well..~
--- She only sat about two stools from the unknown boy that addressed Austin. Did she want to grab his attention? Curiosity gave its little tug and she motioned for the barkeep to come over. Asking for a pen and napkin she would write a little note and instructed him to bring it to Austin. She would not look in their direction instead she pulled out her phone and fiddled with it, taking a drink of something the bartender poured her before delivering her little cheeky message. Which would read with an underline on the last two words:
So who will you be when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
And the shadows descend
Will you cower?
Or will you fight?
Is your heart made of glass?
Or a pure Snow White?
["Knuckles"]
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Post by "Knuckles" on Oct 29, 2015 0:12:18 GMT -5
"Your daddy sounds like a real winner."
Austin would chuckle as his alcohol was dropped in front of him. He cast a sideward glance toward the dude who had spoken to him. He would give him a nod, before returning those hazel eyes of his back to the shot glasses put in front of him. As long as this person stayed chill, Austin didn't mind chit-chatting.
"Like the place?"
A simple question spoken as Knuckles allowed his eyes to stray toward the main floor of the club and the band that was playing live. He would continue to observe until he felt a tap on the shoulder and was given a piece of paper. His ears would stay perked to listen for ant thing his knew 'friend' here had to say, but his eyes were focused upon the note in hand. The right corner of his mouth slowly drifting upwards when he neared the end.
Cereza..
It was a name he had never forgot. Hell, he was wearing the necklace she had given him when they first met. But he hadn't talked to her in quite some time. The note from her meant she was likely near by. After glancing back toward the floor, he would look to his left, past bobby. Austin's eyes would immediately catch sight of that familiar white fedora.
" 'scuse me, bub. I'll be right back.."
Knuckles would stand, hanging his thumbs at his belt as he strolled around Bobby and toward the young woman playing with her phone. A smile slipped onto Austin's face as he moved toward her, approaching from behind. He would drop his hands onto the bar counter on both sides of her and lean close.
"Well I'll be damned.. If it isn't 'the fairest of them all'. Been awhile, Cereza. Why don't you come sit down? We can play catch up."
Knuckles would motion toward the area of the bar he had been sitting at, to where Bobby currently was. If she agreed, he would pull his arms away and strut his way back toward the bar stool, grabbing his second shot and downing it quickly.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Dec 14, 2015 19:43:03 GMT -5
--- It's funny how one catches that eerie feeling like they're being watched. Funnier when one knows they are and it still creeps over them like a small tingle. That was the case here seeing as Cereza knew Austin would look for her once he got her little note. An exert from a poem she found long ago. Honestly it was fitting in more ways than one when you really put your mind to it. But who was thinking about metaphors at this hour? Deeper meanings and shit. It was too late in the day for all that. The night was supposed to fun and or relaxing depending what one was looking for. It wouldn't take long as expected for him to mosey over to her location. She felt his presence getting closer but refused to look or crack a smile just yet. Cereza would fiddle with her phone just a little longer till he reached his arms out at either side of her touching the bar as he leaned into her ear. It was only then that she smirked and lowered her phone from the silly little bubble game she started playing.
"Damn and here I thought I hid it so well."
--- She mused with dramatic sarcasm. Her normal smoothed tone escaped as she turned her head, leaning back just a little so their faces weren't entirely too close not like it really mattered truthfully. Or rather not as though she minded. Cereza held her smirk as her eyes drifted towards where Austin was referring to noting that whom he was speaking to seemed to had fallen asleep. Poor thing. Gray's shifted back to the Huntsman while making a head nod towards the former direction.
"Seems like your pal reached a limit."
--- She patted the open stool to her right indicating maybe he should just stay there with her instead.
"It has been awhile. Don't worry I won't try and kick the stool from under you this time."
--- She mused about the little drinking game from their first meeting that resulted in them on the floor because of her playful cheating. Whenever he moved she would twist a little to face him speaking again.
"So, every outlaw has a story when they disappear don't they?"
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 15, 2015 23:22:26 GMT -5
"I suppose they do, don't they? And I'm guessing a curious kitty like yourself can't help but want to know what happened?"
A small chuckle would escape his lips and he would glance over toward Bobby, before deciding to settle himself down next to 'The fairest of them all'. Dropping his elbows to the counter-top, he would lean a little toward her.
"I was naughty. I owed someone a favor and they called it in. Unfortunately there was a rat involved and I got the cuffs slapped on my wrists. Good thing they didn't try me as an adult. Heh."
A smirk would appear on his face after he spoke, shrugging the memories of the events off. It had sucked and it had also taken a lot of precious time from him. But it only served to push him to be more weary and careful. Casting Cereza a sideward glance, Austin would give her a light nudge.
"What about you, princess? How have things been for you?"
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Dec 16, 2015 12:09:20 GMT -5
 { "Knuckles" } {The Fairest, The Huntsman}
'The night is young
and full of sinners'
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"Meeow~"
-- Cereza playfully purred giving a smirk and chuckle of her own in response to his. Curious little minx indeed she was. The information trade was something she thrived on. The channels in which spoken word traveled was like the flowing blood through the human body. It passed through every nook and cranny. Despite that comparison there were things that passed to no channels if not the smallest and tight knit. For example speak of Wonderland was purposely on a tight spiral but that was starting to shift as the dark slithered it's way into the light. For Austin she was only aware of his abscene but nothing about the reasoning till he leaned in after sitting making her smirk again.
"Oh my you.. naughty? Never."
-- She retorted to the beginning of his tale before he continued on. Facing the bar she listened while scooping up her drink taking casual sips like a child sipping juice listening to a story being read to them. So he had a little time spent in the big house because of a traitor in their mist. Isn't that how it usually went?
"The betrayal you see is trivial. What is truly fearsome is the betrayal you don't."
-- The elegant words flowed from her lips like water moving down a gentle stream. The glass moved away from her lips as she pulled out a vapor pen from her pocket, perching the item between her lips. Taking a small inhale and exhale after he nudged her the scent of cherries would be detected as the vapors blew forward from her mouth. Now wasn't that interesting considering she didn't like cigerette's to see little miss Snow White taking a few drags. It wasn't truly the same of course and she actually only used the flavoring without the nicotine but either way it was a sight. A little habit she picked up on her little vacation from the world - kinda from the world. Her head turned slightly removing the vapor pen holding it between two fingers in her left while she addressed his inquiry.
"Not much to tell. Took a little vacation. Maybe pulled a little mischief here and there. You know avoided poisonous apples from creepy people and all that jazz."
-- She smirked giving him a wink.
"You look nice. It's a good look on you."
-- She reached her right hand as she spoke fixing the collar of his shirt before retracting it back to the counter top.
"So.. what's the huntsman hunting? After all what's a huntsman without prey?"
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 17, 2015 23:54:19 GMT -5
Austin would have shifted to face her in his seat, allowing himself to study the girl for a few moments before she re-adjusted the collar of his shirt and complimented him. A smile would crack on his lips and he would let out a small chuckle, which was practically drowned out by the sounds around them. He was surprised she pulled the vapor pen out though. As far ashe had been concerned, smoking of any sort hadn't been a habit of hers. He would have to tease her about that later.
"Right now, The Huntsman is tracking a rare and elegant creature.."
His lips had moved closer to her ear to ensure that the girl heard him. A wink of his own was given before he allowed his eyes to travel away from here and about The Underground. While he enjoyed the setting, it was becoming more of a pain to communicate. It was there he would stand, grabbing at her arm and indicating he wanted her to follow him.
"C'mon. I gotta place we can chill."
As long as she followed him, Austin would take her by her wrist and pull her through the crowd toward the farthest wall and a set of stairs that lead up and around to the left, a few VIP box lounges over-looking the stage and dance floor. Once inside, his eyes would shift from the loveseat and small rectangular coffee table, to the lay-z-boy recliner and then to the mini fridge. Moving toward the fridge, he crouched down and pulled it open.
"What can I get you, Mademoiselle?"
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Dec 18, 2015 0:38:15 GMT -5
{ "Knuckles" } {The Fairest, The Huntsman}
'The night is young
and full of sinners'
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-- Clubs were such noisy places. Trying to have any kind of casual conversation within them just resulted in a shouting match. Who wanted to deal with the headache? Then of course you had those nosy few that were snakes pretending to be wallflowers trying to listen. Trying to find a way to slither in. Though it also led reasons to get closer to their counterparts as was the case when Austin leaned into her ear. In the midst she has raised the vapor pen to her lips and took a little drag, smirking as the cherry scented fumes released again. The corner of her eyes caught his smirk as he gazed about.
"They better cover their tracks. Who knows what the Huntsman would do once he gets his hands on them."
-- Cereza was always one for playful banter. A little flirtation here and there never hurt nobody right? As she retreated the vapor pen to her pocket she scooped her drink up taking a sip before feeling him grab at her arm.
"Hmm."
-- Though the sound was drowned out her physical movement showed her agreement as she slipped off the seat following his lead. She didn't mind or actually care for his arm around her waist - pretty sure they were past that from their first meeting. Though nothing happened couldn't say it wasn't a funny experience. Her being tipsy talking about hot lava and pushing him off the bed. His attempt to get her into the tub. Yup fun times. Too bad beforehand Maverick and company's appearance almost ruined everything. On top of that she almost revealed about those scars on her thighs he wasn't supposed to have seen. Ah wells, what was was and what is is. Speaking of Maverick she hadn't seen him in some time she had to wonder if that was a good thing or not. Enough of that. Out of sight out of mind. Once in the V.I.P box those gray hues shifted about as he too looked before going to the mini fridge.
"Surprise me."
-- She wasn't much of a beer girl before but since her little vacation she acquired a small taste for it. A tolerance that she didn't mind. The 'fairest' glided across he room taking in the atmosphere before parking herself on the loveseat. She glanced him over waiting for him to get closer before speaking with such tease.
"Jail must've made you frustrated.. Those cravings for the good food kick in yet? Appetite swirling around?"
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 18, 2015 1:03:51 GMT -5
His eyes would flick back and fourth between various drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcholic. He was already a little buzzed from the shots at the bar. In the back of his head he realized he would likely regret this in the morning, he decided to grab at a bottle of coke and Captain Morgan's Tattoo.
"'Suppose you could say that.."
Knuckles would twist and place them on the table before he grabbed at a couple glasses and filled them with ice. He would set them down on the table before settling himself next to Cereza. He'd cast a sideward glance toward her and poured the drinks.
"It wasn't prison or anything. But it certainly wasn't fun to be confined like that.. I'd rather die than go to an actual prison."
The blond haired male would shrug. It could have been worse than it had been. And he had kept himself busy enough to stay out of any trouble that was noticed, anyways. It allowed him early release and he had gotten a ticket back to the city asap. He would take a sip of his drink and turn, placing his elbow at the back of the loveseat.
"It's nice to see you. Recognize this?"
His hand would leave the couch to tug at one of the necklaces around his neck, pulling out the one she had given to him. Those hazel eyes would stare toward the girl with smirk on his face.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Dec 18, 2015 2:05:03 GMT -5
{ "Knuckles"} {The Fairest, The Huntsman}
'The night is young
and full of sinners.'
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-- Silently she watched and listened. Once upon a time she spun a small story for him in her twisted haze and he listened. She said more than she should've. Not even Damien knew who made those scars. How Damien had seen them or the craved 'M' need not be discussed cause that was obvious. Austin only lucked in catching it cause of the short she choose to wear and that they slipped upwards a little revealing. Had she not been so out of it she wouldn't have said nothing. But the events of that night was not particularly something she had figured would happen. West showing with Maverick and the others in tow, worst nightmare. Austin placed her in a tough spot in that moment of vulnerability she displayed. She stopped Maverick from doing harm to him, but the question of the year was why? They honestly had just met. It was a vision of her past that blended with the moment. Regret that they always reminded her of. That time had passed now. He said her secret was safe with him right? Seemed like so far he had kept it.
"No one likes to be confined. Restricted. Placed with heavy limitations.. No one likes feeling caged."
-- She would lean and pick up her glass, settling back in the seat again. It was something Cereza hated herself that heavy feel of chains locking you down. Weights clasping at your ankles keeping you from reaching where you wanted to go. She didn't like being a caged bird. No she liked her freedom very much so. Iron bars didn't suit her. Taking a sip at the same time he had, she looked from the corners at first. The necklace about his neck it did look familiar. Did she give that to him? Ah yes, yes she did. A Christmas gift. Her feeling generous in her drunken stupor. Either way the tribal Outlaw pendant she gave him was far more than fitting. Cereza twisted her body a little towards him resting her elbow on the back of the couch, holding the drink in that hand while her free one reached up touching the pendant. She let the gunmetal item rest in her hand.
"Hmm, it's still fitting.. Saul asked about you not too long ago.."
-- She tilted her eyes to look at him while still holding the pendant loosely. Mischievously she smirked perking her brow to add onto the teasing.
"Maybe I'm hearing things, I'm sure I haven't reached my limit so I can't be tipsy but it almost sounded like maybe... just maybe you missed me."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 18, 2015 2:29:47 GMT -5
"Hah. Miss you? In your dreams, sweetheart."
He would give a short laugh after, lifting his glass to his lips so that he could take another sip. His eyes would tear themselves away from cereza's and down toward the pendant she cupped in her hand. His free hand would lift to sweep over the top of his head as he spoke.
"Let's just say I never forgot about you or that night and I've worn this nearly every day since.. I don't get a lot of gifts, so.."
Lifting his hazel hues to meet hers again, he would take a gulp of the Cap'n Coke, before letting it rest on the table. His words had trailed off. Maybe that was his silent appreciation shining through. He remained quite, studying Cereza's face as he stared.
She really is somethin else, huh Austin?
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Dec 18, 2015 3:18:33 GMT -5
{ "Knuckles"} {The Fairest, The Huntsman}
'The night is young
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"You wish you were in my dreams."
-- Cereza retorted back with a short laugh of her own. Her glass found her lips once more as she sipped on the drink. The cool mixture trickled down her throat finding it's resting place for now. The hand cupping the pendant slowly slipped away retracting to dropping on the couch in front of her. Just as she went to look away Austin continued to speak. His tone sounded like he was trying to be dismissive about his words. Trying to deflect yet all the same it sounded like he answered her with greater than she expected. Had he wanted to deflect he would have to do better. Cereza would know she was the queen of deflection. However his words gave her a little pause as she looked directly into him.
-- Never forgot about her or that night. So he did remember everything she said then. Honestly it had taken Cereza later into the following day to recall it all and not think it was just a foolish dream. That she didn't make those vulnerable mistakes. Her mood swings telling if not yelling at him for his involvement between her and West. Even if he was right still. Then there was the kiss at the end. Was what it was. She could deny it all she wanted it all occurred. Her little 'vacation' had been a time of some reflecting and fixing. By fixing it was more like burying. Grabbing a handle on herself and emotions once more. Levi had pushed her with confession or rather bombshell. In truth many things pushed her but he toppled her over the edge. Her trip had done her some good. Toughened her up a bit more, Whatever he thought he might find in her face was not going to be located. She mastered the art of hiding when she wanted to. Mentally she shook the thoughts brought up thanks to Levi in the most uncaring manner. She wasn't going to allow anything to hold her down any longer. As he lingered on her face she purpose turned those grays to him and stared back.
"Oh so you've been thinking about me huh..What am I wearing in these thoughts? Please don't say hot pink,"
-- Cereza decided to toy around and muse with him about it releasing a small snicker. The thing about Cereza was she usually had a way with words and a way of poking and prodding at someone. Poking the bear was just her thing when she wanted it. She took another sip before swapping the hand that held the cup and placed it on the table. Staring at him again in his eyes.
"You're gonna lose in a staring contest with me just saying."
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Post by "Knuckles" on Dec 19, 2015 19:16:46 GMT -5
"Who said anything about you wearing anything?"
He would smirk after he spoke, his eyes refusing to take themselves off the girl before him. He was unsure what it was, whether or not it was the alcohol leading him into this situation or their previous history, but he had the urge to do something and wouldn't fight to stop his body from acting.
After she had finiahed her last bit, Austin's left hand would lift and extend as he placed his hand at the back of her head, near the base of her neck and pulled her face closer to his. And with little hesitation at all, he would press his lips against hers.
Maybe she would have been expecting it, or maybe not. He supposed his drunk ass was about to find out. He would hold them there for a few moments, before Austin's lips parted from her own, his thumb brushing against her jawline as he leaned his head back a little to see her reaction.
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Dec 19, 2015 22:07:22 GMT -5
{ "Knuckles"} {The Fairest, The Huntsman}
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"Haha probably just my hat huh."
-- Every smirk he gave got returned by her. Lazily she propped her head up with the arm that was pressed against the back of the couch. Since he wanted to have a little staring contest Cereza happily obliged barely blinking. Alluring gray's held it's gaze strongly on him as though she was challenging him in some form or another. Honestly how long had it really been since they last ran into one another. After that Christmas she had only seen him in a class and that was about it. But silently admiting that first meeting was something to say the least.
-- What Austin knew Damien nor Levi knew. When Damien pushed to learn she pushed away. Levi never inquired but she knew somewhere in the back of his mind he wanted to know who caused those marks. Cereza would probably never tell - maybe if he got her in another drunken stupor and even that was questionable. Austin was the first in awhile to make her laugh wholeheartedly. Cereza could say she enjoyed his company. There was something similar between the pair that was for sure.
-- Her little vacation put some things into perspective for her and assisted in pushing back a lot once more. It also opened a new door as her Wonderland Circus proved as such, but of course no one knew it was her. Nevertheless here they were again in a private setting once more. This time she was much more sober he might've been a little tipsy who knew. The fairest Snow White was taken by surprise from the Huntsman. He locked his prey by gripping her by the back of her head near her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her body jerked forward placing her left on the couch seat and her right on his chest to brace herself. How funny the tables turned. The first time when he was given the chance under the mistletoe he had opted otherwise though by the end of the night Cereza had given him one before he went his separate way. Now here he was making the moves on her. Being 'assertive'. One thing Cereza liked was assertivness. It lingered for a few moments before he finally pulled away just a bit. Slowly her eyes opened gazing back into his with a smirk tugging on her lips.
"Is this where your dreams become reality?"
-- Cereza could hardly ever not have a witty comment. It was part of her charm. Cereza without something witty to say for an entire conversation was just wrong. Her voice was low as she moved her face closer planting a slow kiss on his lips and pulled back a bit. Clearly she wasn't objecting.
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