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hello fate, my old enemy. [open] Dec 2, 2015 2:17:01 GMT -5

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Post by Ty Hattori on Dec 2, 2015 2:17:01 GMT -5

"HATTORI? TY HATTORI? HATTORI?"

Thoughts scattered. Jumbled. The order in which they made appearances made absolute zero sense. Or perhaps she should call out to him as 'Nine'? Perhaps she should claim him to be a devil. Perhaps she'd do well to exorcise him quickly. Liberate the world from his presence. End the ongoing battle that raged on in and around his life. Perhaps it'd be easier that way. The world was a relatively confusing place. And the people that inhabited it were even worst; himself included. He often found himself wrapped up in riddles, metaphors, and poems to describe the life he led. The endless cycle of warfare, most of it psychological. Most of it with himself. He was still relatively clear on his goals, his ambitions. Nine. One. One? A number used too often in this city. Ning. That fat bastard. Die. Liberation. Freedom. Family. Mother? Mom? Father..? Tyashi. Musashi. Brother. Stupid little brother and his Titans. Thoughts raced. There were no rules in which how they came. They simply were. But.. The sky, it's beautiful. That same city skyline he stared out into the distance at. Where he could pretend everything was okay. Like there was nothing but beauty and tranquility blanketing the known hostile environment. He could pretend though. It was okay. It would be okay. It's. O.K...

It'd been a couple of months since his return from Tokyo on his liberation mission of his old neighborhood. He'd briefly met with his brother and his new band of misfits. Found out that Musashi had been carrying on Ty's own ambitions in his absence. He'd often times forgotten how quickly Musashi had grown up. His mother tried to warn him several times, but the dark haired Hattori boy's own stubborness often got in the way of seeing the truth. No. He knew his little brother had surpassed him in more ways than one. He was just too stubborn to admit it. Yet he knew the boy still required his guidance. With each passing day watching his little brother excel, the Devil wondered more and more if it were Musashi's destiny to bring about the change they so dreamed of, and not his own. And that in turn, made him ponder deeply about his own destiny. Perhaps it was his destiny to lose his fight against fate. Perhaps he'd be damned and claimed by the battle. Who knows? Sitting silently by the window in his World History class, Ty Hattori stared blankly out into the city before him. His hand had been tucked gently under his chin, supporting it with his elbow pressed against his desk. This was the first time in however damn long he'd actually decided to partake in the learning process of his school. The classroom had been half empty, no one ever actually went to class in this school. They were all too busy in the infinite tug of war for control over the school. They all were.

A soft sigh escaped his pale lips as his hazel hues stared intently through the glass of his black frames. His face wore a trance like state, his head and body claimed by the hustle and bustle of the tornado in his mind. Ever since his reunification with Musashi, Ty had decided to lay low and watch the powers at play tear each other apart. His buzz around the school seemed to have died down following the riots. So much had happened in his absence that he was no longer a major player in this game of thrones. This under radar 'lowkeyness' was actually nice. And his months of recon had been relatively peaceful. Naturally he had to smack a few imbeciles around who thought they could get fresh, but what else was new? It were he'd been in a trance for months now. Completely removed from the battle. But he knew he couldn't stay. He knew this wouldn't last long. It was always a matter of time before the sound of the fight rang through his ears again and snapped him out of his ecstasy..

"Mr. Hattori? Care to join the rest of the class on Earth?"

He blinked twice and his eyes darted back toward the front of the classroom, fixing upon the teacher whose lectures were beyond horrid. He wore his usual cold, emotionless expression proudly. A beat. Stillness.

"Sure."

The teacher scoffed at the dark haired boy. Ty readjusted his specs on his face and turned his eyes back towards the window. 

"How will you ever hope to progress if you continue to zone out, Mr. Hattori?"

A rare smirk stretched across the boy's lips. Rare. He smirked at the irony of the instructor's chosen words. They lined up perfectly with his current state. She was right. One could not hope to conquer if one remains out of the fray. And thus the tornado slowed its onslaught in his brain. It calmed itself. And then... A chuckle. An even rarer thing to happen for the eldest Hattori boy. The Devil was back from hell. 

"It's hopeless."

His smirk faded from existence. His eyes still staring deeply through the glass and into the deceiving city skyline. His lips parted once again.

"But I'm here now."

The words were soft. Calculated. 

The school bell rang. Class dismissed. The trance was dead. The battle was starting once again.

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hello fate, my old enemy. [open] Dec 2, 2015 19:23:55 GMT -5

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Post by Liv Carole on Dec 2, 2015 19:23:55 GMT -5

Liv was getting the death stare and suspicious glances from the teacher when the boy down the aisle from her saved her ass. Letting out a soft breath of relief, she sent a mental prayer of thanks over to him. If probation had found out the girl had alcohol in class she would be in some serious trouble. Not even her tears would've drug her out of it. Who cares anyways? This damn teacher's lectures are awful. World History is awful. This class is almost over! Right before she was sure her cover was blown, the teacher found a new prey. Ah he's cute... whoever he is. I don't know. I owe him one. Wonder if he drinks? Nah, I'll just thank him. Liv tucked her hair behind her head, grateful she had actually wore proper clothing today. Cream sweater, skinny jeans, the usual outfit for when she was trying to lay low.

Liv stood swiftly, cutting through desks and migrating students. She needed to get over to him before he left. Shit, do I smell like alcohol? Wonderful first impressions- Liv was the professional at it. Stopping before the dark-haired boy's desk, she gave him a soft, apologetic smile.

"Hey there, I wanted to say thanks. Uh, whether or not you realized it, but you just saved my ass from being thrown in jail."

Damn it Liv, stop cussing! Smoothly, working over her foul language the girl laughed slightly, wanting to rub her temples at her own incompetency.

"Anyways, I owe you one and I'm not very good at the debt thing so do you want like five bucks or some alcohol cause that's all I got on me."

Best case scenario, Liv wouldn't have to start working this early in the day for what could be considered to others as a meaningless debt. Best case though. But if there was one thing she learned, there was never a best case for Liv.

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hello fate, my old enemy. [open] Dec 3, 2015 0:09:15 GMT -5

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Post by Ty Hattori on Dec 3, 2015 0:09:15 GMT -5

"GOOD. PERHAPS YOU'LL COME TO CLASS MORE. DISMISSED!"

The instructor had been among the first to gather their things and exit the classroom. As the students shuffled, the obnoxious sound of screeching desks against the hard floor claimed the atmosphere. Ty remained in his seat, however, his hazel optics returning back to that unreachable skyline outside of the window. He carelessly allowed his head to rest in the palm of his hands, his elbow pressed against the desk again. He remained still. Saddened, almost. That trance was over and he could not figure out how to return to it. The fact of the matter was, that it was time for him to return to the playing field. It was time for his hand to be dealt in the game of thrones. The battle for supremacy, the battle of extermination of the vermin in this school was far from over. And Ty knew, the Hattori's had a large part to play in its pacification. Musashi specifically. It would become his brother's responsibility to truly become a beacon of hope for this school. The eldest Hattori could not be the one that the student body followed ultimately. Musashi was much more charismatic.  And these were his new thoughts, that tornado from before subsiding slightly. These new thoughts were more calculated and precise. Tactical, even. They'd come to a halt as the softer voice rang through his ears, clearly addressing the dark haired Devil. He did not move, his eyes remained fixed on the horizon outside of the classroom as he listened half-attentively.

 "Hey there, I wanted to say thanks. Uh, whether or not you realized it, but you just saved my ass from being thrown in jail."

What. What? Huh. He did? When? Well that was enough to get anyone's full attention. What a strange thing to a complete stranger. In that instance, his interest was piqued. Rather quickly, actually. The boy lifted his head from his hand and slowly shifted his body to face the newcomer. Oh. That red headed girl from across the classroom. He didn't actually know her, but the boy was rather acute at analyzing his surroundings.

"Anyways, I owe you one and I'm not very good at the debt thing so do you want like five bucks or some alcohol cause that's all I got on me."

Suddenly the dark haired Hattori boy had someone new in his debt? He didn't even have to try. What was he becoming? Some type of hero? Gross. He didn't care about anyone but his family and their futures... Or at least that's how he wanted it to be. The old Ty, Nine, wouldn't give a shit about anyone but his family. But it's been different. As ridiculous as this school has been, it's been different for him. The boy watched the girl for a moment, allowing silence to claim the air between them. He blinked twice at her, and allotted a soft sigh. He didn't want her money. But shit... When couldn't a guy use a drink? She wasn't trying to set him up. This was a strange encounter, but what wasn't strange in this school? Very well. To reward her boldness, he'd reward her. He'd entertain it. Pushing his glasses up on his face, the boy closed his eyes before speaking, clearing his throat.

"What're we drinkin'...?"

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hello fate, my old enemy. [open] Dec 3, 2015 21:08:28 GMT -5

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Post by Liv Carole on Dec 3, 2015 21:08:28 GMT -5

Liv didn't let her soft smile waver, or the fidgeting of her hands. Appearing nervous typically gave the impression to others that they had the upper hand. On the contrary, Liv was contemplating what to do with such an interesting specimen. She was torn: crack him or tote him around. She very well couldn't be obvious about it, the subtle disinterest in her presence was already signal enough that he did recognize her. Pacing in her own mind, the girl tapped her chin, thinking over the possibilities. Disinterested means he has an objective. With boys like these, persistence is key.

"Actually, I have whiskey in my desk, but I was drinking vodka. Which do you prefer?"

Liv flashed the boy a smile, letting the whites of her teeth show. Hooray~! I'm not working early today! Thank god because I'm tired and am skipping out after this. She figured she could just brush another truancy under the rug if she managed to get a specific male teacher to slide his hand up her skirt again. Typically when he and his wife fought (which was nearly always), Liv got free passes to do just about whatever she pleased. And yet, the headmaster wants to reform the school. How about you start by firing the sexual predators? Not like Liv cared either way, she did this as a full time job. It paid well, but recently her dependency on alcohol had gotten worse. Which had almost violated her probation because her previous attempt at going cold turkey ended up as an emergency trip to the ER.

"Liv Carole by the way. I'm across the way from you. But I'm assuming you already know that huh?"

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hello fate, my old enemy. [open] Dec 4, 2015 12:09:36 GMT -5

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Post by Ty Hattori on Dec 4, 2015 12:09:36 GMT -5

[subject: Liv Carole] [tags: the devil and the fleur]

MMM... WHISKEY.
Whiskey. Whiskey. Whiskey. An irresistible concoction that graced this world with its presence. The smooth liquid with a perfect blend of sour mash that left your throat warm as though a small ember were sliding down your throat and coating your belly in a bond fire. It was absolutely perfect. This situation seemed a little too perfect. Red headed girl, who noticeably all the scumbags seemed to swoon over, just judging from the amount of boys that sat near or around in the class, comes and offers Ty's favorite drink. And at the perfect moment too, when he'd finally decided to put his piece back on to the chess board of the great skirmish of #552. As a person who just could not escape the fighting, the eldest Hattori seemed to always be on some type of alert mode. His mother and brother warned and often scolded him about his standoffish demeanor. Whatever. People were stupid and he could not give a flying fuck. He'd bite. She had something he wanted, so what was the hurt in indulging in this encounter a bit more? A small smirk tugged at his pale lips before parting to speak:

"Whiskey will be perfect."

His words were short and sweet. His demeanor still bearing its coolness, and his body language relaxed but still  astonishingly shut off. Hazel irises stared through the black frames that claimed his face and began an analysis over the girl. His mind traced back to her saying how he saved her ass. And his nose easily got whiff of the alcohol oozing from her pores. A mixture of her own fragrance and the alcohol. What? Did his day dreaming allow her to sneak a couple of drinks in class or something? Silly. He wondered how much of a buzz she'd already gathered. 

"Liv Carole by the way. I'm across the way from you. But I'm assuming you already know that huh?"

Liv. Thats right. The instructor called her name at the beginning of class, and shot her some deathly glares. Undoubtedly due aura of Vodka she emitted. It could easily burn through the nostrils of anyone relatively close to her. A surprise the teacher didn't make a huge fuss about it. Ty watched her attentively though his expression bore an uninterested look. He shifted his body in his seat a bit to face her more, moving a hand up to his hair and pushing a strand of it backwards. Readjusting his glasses on his face, he remained silent for a beat. His mind racing from thoughts about the red headed Liv Carole. He analyzed her: Slim. Curvy. Short. Her choice of clothing? Well, no wonder the perverts are all over her. Her personality? Everything. Way too inviting.She could be even more annoying than Musashi. Ty would be a fool to judge a book by its cover, but she was shaping up to fall into the category of one of 'those girls'. She was admittedly pretty, and undoubtedly she knew it. Girls in this school... Hell, even the city, generally used their looks to control the dicks of the vermin gangs. A formidable tactic, to be fair, but often times they weren't good enough to sly into the major player's books. Still... The young dark haired Devil would continue to entertain her. His eyes shot over to the door. A few boys lingered in the classroom, and a lot of them were peaking through the door with a variety of expressions on their faces. Some wore jealousy, some wore sadness, some wore disgust. One thing was sure, though, they all wanted Liv Carole to offer them alcohol, and probably wanted to rip Ty's throat out. His smirk had faded from existence as his eyes swam back over to the red haired stranger.

He'd decide against giving his name to the girl. He just didn't feel like it. He wasn't even sure if he'd even see her again after this, anyway.

"Quite the fan base there, girl."

How deliciously obnoxious of him. Short and blunt. Ah, the only Ty Hattori way. His pathetic attempts to be 'social'... Honestly could you even call it an attempt?

Last Edit: Dec 4, 2015 12:12:10 GMT -5 by Ty Hattori

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hello fate, my old enemy. [open] Dec 4, 2015 22:07:21 GMT -5

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Post by Liv Carole on Dec 4, 2015 22:07:21 GMT -5

Liv sashayed from the boy, immensely relieved that the guy had agreed to her proposal. Whether or not he understood, it cleared her conscience at the very least. Liv didn't do well when she felt predisposed to men. Trash, disgusting, malleable, all of them picking women apart into scraps and spreading the garbage around. If he was watching her, he would notice Liv slide her hand into the purse beside her desk, pulling out a large bottle of Jack Daniels. A good pastime. Liv remembered her father's deceased coworker sipping from a heavy glass cup while she downed shot after shot, trying to forget her pain through the numbness. Briefly, the girl weighed the bottle in her hand, feeling the memory press against an unfamiliar area in her mind. There was more to it.. wasn't there? Blinking, she turned around with an inquiring look at his question directed towards her.

"Fan base?"

Liv turned around, noticing the boys gathered at the doorway for the first time. Oh.. them. Maybe to others it appeared as if they were her fans but Liv really knew why they were getting so impatient. Well, not my problem for now. If a fan base is how others see it, that only benefits me. Grabbing a chair and sliding it up across from the dark haired boy, Liv sat in it backwards, plopping the large glass bottle on his desk.

"They look like horny dogs to me, nothing I'm interested in."

Cutting her gaze up to the boy Liv felt her face grow serious for a moment. Ah shit, if I'm making mistakes like this I'm definitely not sober. Summoning a lofty expression, Liv gave a light chuckle to brush over her blemish in appearance. Focusing on the boy's appearance instead she noted that he had apparently tousled his hair for reasons unknown. He's pretty cute though. Odd though, I haven't noticed him. That didn't sit well with the girl who prided herself on noticing the odd details. Moving her hand towards the bottle, Liv released she had forgotten to get her esteemed guest a cup to drink from. Sighing, she stood again, fishing out a closed water bottle from her bag. A toast to my attempts at becoming sober. May they rest in peace. Dumping the entire thing out the window, Liv looked over her shoulder at the rather quiet boy. Honestly the world needs more people like this.

"And you? What's your name Mr. Observant? Planning on being quiet and judging me the entire time?"

Liv figured they could have a competition of who was able to make the most blatant and sarcastic comments. After all, it had been a while since she'd encountered anyone close to her level.

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hello fate, my old enemy. [open] Dec 4, 2015 23:09:10 GMT -5

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Post by Ty Hattori on Dec 4, 2015 23:09:10 GMT -5

[subject: Liv Carole      ] [tags: the devil and the fleur]

STRANGE.

It seemed that the quietest folk often draw the most attention at this school. If you were a kid who didn't know when to shut up, people often ignored you, pegged as the big ass blabber mouth. However, if you said  too little then you had a big ass bull's eye on your back. A horrible curse, you could call it. Keeping to yourself often meant keeping to the rest of the school. One was either pegged as mysterious and the world wanted to know your secrets, or as an easy victim that the vermin could kick around for a few minutes to an hour. Perhaps the eldest Hattori's tragic flaw lied in speaking too little and keeping to himself. Eh. It was a silly theory to say the least. But nonetheless, he always managed to attract the most eccentric of folk in the school. This one, Liv Carole only piled herself right on top of the 'eccentric Tetris board'. Though his expression could seldom display it, she'd already began the tedious process of piquing his interest and...

"They look like horny dogs to me, nothing I'm interested in."

She'd was winning the game. Oh, nothing she was interested in? She could have them wrapped around her finger if she wanted to. But perhaps she was one who had a keen eye for small fry and worms. So what was her story? Perhaps he'd dive a little deeper? Oh, it was a guilty pleasure after all, to pick apart a person's mind. Analyze them. A people watcher, even. And yes, the young Hattori boy watched. He watched her slight ballet maneuver to her desk, removing a bottle of Jack from her purse.... She fucking carries Jack around. Interest level rising. She placed the bottle on his desk and pulled up a chair across from him. He continued to stare at her without a movement. His facial expression unwavering; without a falter. Silence claimed the air between them, her inviting expression also without faltering. Then she got up again, forgetting something. He continued his blatant onslaught of a stare, watching attentively as she emptied a water bottle out of the window. Soon, her face would turn backwards and their eyes would lock, the boy attempting to piece her soul with his hazel ones. 

"And you? What's your name Mr. Observant? Planning on being quiet and judging me the entire time?"

Ding, ding, ding! She got it. And the even more eccentric Ty Hattori actually appreciated her retort. Did she have more? He was hungry for her wit. He wanted to see if she was more than just another girl that could 'have whatever she wanted'.

"Yes. And debating whether or not I even wanna tell you my name."

He shifted in his seat, leaning back in his chair. The eldest Hattori kid brought his hand up again to readjust his frames on his face, not because they actually needed them, probably a forceful habit at this point. Did she think she could go toe to toe with his retort, though? Ready, set, go. 

"The bombshell alcoholic."

More blunt remarks from the anti social prick. She does carry a bottle of Jack in her purse for crying out loud. 

"Who needs a water bottle? Let's hit it straight."

He wanted to see... Her pretty, little, rebellious soul.

Last Edit: Dec 5, 2015 0:12:29 GMT -5 by Ty Hattori

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Post by Kylemor Lane on Dec 5, 2015 2:31:15 GMT -5

Ty Hattori  Liv Carole 

Not that anyone noticed, no Kylemor was still in the classroom. Ignoring the two in there he was at his desk with some paper-mache. It was funny how he didn't get in trouble in class, but maybe that was for the better. Last time he was called up, the teacher eventually had to call the regulators to take him away. It wasn't being violent, just very... strange.

He dipped a piece of paper into the glue mixture and was forming it around what looked like wires. It seemed he was making a human shaped doll, what for would be unknown to others. Well he was quiet, enough that the other two in the room probably wouldn't notice him. Besides, he sat in the back corner, which happened to be a cursed seat. Not really, but there were rumors about people seeing ghosts as they sit n the chair.

It was perfect for Kylemor, but to his dismay, he has yet to see a ghost. Now as if on cue, as the two were just taking sips of the whiskey, he'd get out of his chair. Walking to the front of the room, he turned out the lights, then went back in his chair. Why? Well his eyes were getting rather irritated. He did wear contacts to help the light not blind him, but it was still irritating. And when the lights went out he'd hum a creepy melody with a large smile on his face. And he was still ignoring the two.

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Post by Liv Carole on Dec 6, 2015 22:22:43 GMT -5

What was fear? Liv didn't understand the concept. The definition could be boiled down into the resentment of pain. Fear was produced as a result of that. Liv knew pain, had her own fair share of it, but fear never resulted. The lights flicked off in the room, the boy humming something that could be pegged as eery, but Liv felt nothing but mild appreciation. Darkening the lights and music? Well, was PHS holding bars in classrooms now? Fine by her. No, Liv was not afraid, whether it be man or woman, because Liv simply did not know how to be afraid. Maybe it was the glint of this boy's glasses, or the predatory nature of his aura, but it gave Liv the impression that she should be afraid.

"Aw come on, don't hold out on me."

Liv pouted, something she was actually good at. Plopping down in the chair, she delicately sat the empty water bottle down on the desk. Using her now free hand, she smoothed it up her neck where it propped up her head while curling into her hair. The predator was already circling her, hook, line, and sinker, just as Liv preferred. Flicking her eyes up to him underneath her lashes, she chuckled to herself lightly at his new nickname for her.

"The bombshell alcoholic."

Pet names or insults? It didn't matter, this was fun. Liv was giddy, something she hadn't felt in a while. No, she wouldn't be satisfied until she had this boy dancing in her palm, a new toy to put on the shelf. Other objectives melted in the back of her mind. She wanted him. Liv planned on devouring him, making sure that the only thing left of him would be a desolate carcass craving her to destroy him with her touch once more. An image she so desperately wanted to see happen, the look of unconditional admiration or adoration both seemed-
Boring.

"Look at you, swapping spit with a girl you don't even know. Are you planning on teasing me this entire time? How mean.. I've only extended nothing but courtesies towards you. Someone's quite the devil."

Liv smirked up at him, hand fishing out for the bottle. Fine by her. Although, he could've told her before she dumped out her water bottle. Now the girl had nothing to drink afterwards to at least sober her slightly. Beggars can't be choosers fleur.

"A toast to good intentions."

Brushing a slip of her hair back, Liv tipped the neck of the bottle back between her fingers, relishing the classic taste of whiskey. Always better than vodka. Earlier Liv had been drinking just to numb her mind, but now there was a good reason. She always held out better when there was a competition involved. So the boy thought he could trip her up? You're cute, but let's see how well those smarts do in contrast to your looks. Are you only a pretty face, boy? Placing the bottle back down, there was a smirk pressed to her lips.

"Now, you aren't a hypocrite are you?"

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Post by Ty Hattori on Dec 7, 2015 11:16:42 GMT -5

[subject: Liv Carole     ; Kylemor Lane    ] [tags: the devil, the fleur, and the eccentric.]

"AW, COME ON. DON'T HOLD OUT ON ME."

Through a familiar blanket of icy irises the dark haired Devil stared down his 'prey'. His gaze without waiver as his resolve to pierce that rebellious soul grew more and more adamant. Don't hold out on her, she says. Sorry, sweetheart. She'd only just scratched the surface of chilling armor of the Hattori boy.  Most people who'd come into contact with Ty were put off by his astonishing standoffish demeanor. Hell, even the very scarce number of people he considered friends could barely managed to crack the seemingly invincible wall his emotions hid behind from the rest of the world. Only a few people actually had the patience for something as annoying as this. He was quiet, but never coming to close to the emo silent kids. He used his words wisely and used them well. Often times the sarcasm he emitted burnt straight through the more emotional ones, often causing a battle to ensue, but oh, how deliciously fun it could be to antagonize the worms. Why was he this way? Only his little brother truly understood. And honestly, you'd have to be crazy to even want to understand. He had to admit though, hearing the rumors and whispers buzzing among some of the students could be a guilty pleasure of his. 'His deep dark past?' Perhaps. 'His mother and father were killed by lions'. Okay, now that's just silly. 'I heard his brother is actually dying from cancer'. Oh sure. That's gotta be it. The Blue Devil had his reasons. The best one of all: it's just simply who he is. 

The hazel irises protected by the wall of glass unlocked themselves from Liv Carole's own hues, flicking over to a blonde boy who'd also occupied classroom along with them. He seemingly floated over to the light switch and instantly the classroom grew darker, only the sunlight from the window illuminating their space at this point. What was that about? Was he trying to be funny? Setting the mood, Ty supposed. Well, this blonde haired kid definitely succeeded if comedy had been his intention. Though the young Hattori had a feeling that it was not, and this is what caused a smirk to tug at his lips. The endless flow of eccentricity in this school was baffling. The hazel pupils operating behind his black frames slowly found their way back over to Liv. This Liv Carole's own demeanor struck him as odd. At first she could come off as a regular bombshell using tired old bombshell techniques. But no. There was something a bit deeper than that. The boy could sense it, even. His eyes narrowed slightly as he observed her cheery and flirty nature take its course. She wasn't completely put off by the icy guard of the Devil and she persisted. She was a persistent one, and it was easy to conclude that she wouldn't be going away so easily. Her behavior seemed slightly succubus-like. The way she moved. The way she glinted and flicked her eyes about. Even something about her speech. It was more than enough to have a horny little boy licking her boots. And there were plenty of those in this school. Around every corner, even. The succubus and the devil meet. Temptation and destruction. Two beautiful rebellious souls clash.

"Look at you, swapping spit with a girl you don't even know. Are you planning on teasing me this entire time? How mean.. I've only extended nothing but courtesies towards you. Someone's quite the devil... A toast to good intentions."

Ha. Indeed he was 'swapping spit' with a girl he seldom knew. But wasn't that apart of her game, her charm? To make herself seem trustworthy? Perhaps the Blue Devil bit into her apple the tiniest bit? Or perhaps he just didn't want to deal with the hassle of carefully getting the Jack into the water bottle. Perhaps a little bit of both. Wasn't it exciting? He watched her hand snake up the neck of the bottle, almost simultaneously lifting it from the desk. 

"Don't you owe me a debt? Who ever said the Jack settled it? I certainly didn't. As far as I'm concerned, I should be able to do whatever I want with you... Until its settled. It's only fair."

He flashed another rare, borderline sadistic smirk at her. Yes. Of course he was going to tease her relentlessly. He was going to pick her brain and her soul at the same time. His deathly smirk had faded and the boy's eyes flicked downward as his hand slid into his coat pocket, easily removing a piece of microfiber cloth. He used his free hand to carefully remove his specs from his face and proceeded into cleaning the glass of the sleek black frames, gently clinching the cloth and the glasses in between his thumb and index finger. 

"Now, you aren't a hypocrite are you?"

His eyes remained fixed below him as her question rang through his ears. Silence claimed the air between them following as he finished cleaning both frames. The sound of the bottom of the bottle colliding with the desk top emitted into the atmosphere indicating she'd finished her little 'sip'. The boy replaced the fiber cloth in his pocket and returned his glasses to his face, readjusting them. A hand easily slipped up to the neck of his bottle, gripping gently and tilting backwards. He pressed it gently against his lips, taking a large gulp of beautiful, smooth substance, the sourish after taste attacking his taste buds. He carefully returned the bottle to the desk before his cold gaze flicked upward at his new little flower, locking with her own. 

Another beat.

"Yes. I am."

Short, blunt, and honest. Weren't they all to some extent? But of course. Even with all of this occurring, he couldn't prevent his mind from tracing back to that little blonde haired boy lurking in the corner. Did he have anymore fun 'surprises' for them? Or was he simply just there?

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hello fate, my old enemy. [open] Dec 15, 2015 19:53:34 GMT -5

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Post by Liv Carole on Dec 15, 2015 19:53:34 GMT -5

OoC: I'll go ahead and post out of turn because the other person hasn't updated.

A hypocrite and subtle kinkiness. Was Liv supposed to pick up on that? Oops. Liv felt slightly frantic, vaguely frustrated with her opposer's insistence on taking this slow. Liv's life was always in the fast lane. Everything that happened to her was swift and quick enough to knock her off her feet. Just like sealing an accidental contract with the devil, it was never part of her original plan nor arriving in moderation. Liv was faced with this situation: Sink or Swim. Never one to be devoured, she chose to do the eating herself. There were chunks missing from her mind, gaping holes in her personality that she was forced to fill on her own. No matter the amount of alcohol poured into the empty abysses, Liv was constantly desolate. Her hand slipped from underneath her chin, grabbing onto the bottle. Being smug was fun, but changing her attitude around fast enough to give people whiplash was a pastime of hers.

"Should I be embarrassed? That was an indirect kiss..."

Chuckling into the bottle, Liv took a long swig, the bitter wash of the alcohol undertone coating her tongue. The smell of cigarette smoke, ice rattling in glass cups, the splash of liquor, the brief flashes assaulted her. Liv felt unsettled deep down, wondering why now of all times unfamiliar images were appearing. Pressure. He's trying to pressure me. Don't get unsettled Liv. Perseverance is key with these types. Dropping the bottle down, noticing she was probably drinking more than the sadistic devil across from her, Liv made a mental note to start abstaining a bit more.

"Fair? You saved me from a probation check, you didn't save my life. Don't get arrogant now, I'm not that easy of a catch. Is my personality appealing enough you want to stick around more?"

Flicking the long strands of hair off her shoulder, Liv sat back in her seat with a more dangerous grin than anything. What more did he have for her? Surely he couldn't be out of things now. Liv was buzzing, enjoyment and liquor surging through her veins. The relapsed alcoholic had found something more to savor than acrid tastes. A devil. Liv could envision it now, a demon disguised as a beauty coming across an inconspicuous devil. He was aware of the horns protruding from his head, and yet made no attempts to hide them. Why would such a fearful creature insist on showing everything? Was it an attempt to guard himself or pick through the weak easier? Liv didn't see the reasoning in that. If you wanted to feast, you must bring in all of the guests. Once they were inside do you wait until the most ripe one appears.

"Well look, we do have something in common. You're insidious and I'm hallow. A perfect pair wouldn't you think?"

Liv flashed him a seductive grin, not bothering to hide her blatant attempts at flirting with the attractive devil. To anyone who stared, they were friends, and maybe if there was an inkling of intelligence, someone could sense the competition. For Liv, it was an angel clad in white, much more bitter than the devil radiating isolation had ventured to see. It was all an illusion, that was her grand scheme. The seraphic being was no more than a hostile creature, appearing to be what everyone had ever dreamed for. She came for them when they yearned the most, giving them everything until they were reduced to nothing but a husk. She was insatiable and curious to a fault. Maybe the intelligence and glint in the devil's eyes had already noticed, but Liv was patient.

Succubus.