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| Deleted User | Jun 27 2008, 08:14 PM Post #1 |
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So, the first day in Tokyo... and not a Guinness sign in sight. Why, it was enough to make Nola cry - okay, so maybe all the more she did was dramatically sniffle for a few seconds before giving up on the matter for the time being. At least most of the people that she had seen during her trip through Tokyo to her new school hadn't towered over her like most of the lads back home; her neck was going to be thanking 'that Kelly broad', that much was for sure. As for the rest of her - how would she like it on the other side of the world? Well, that remained to be seen. Thankfully, she didn't have much to lug indoors. The majority of her belongings had been shipped to arrive ahead of her; all the more she needed to carry upstairs was what she had packed for the journey. While most members of her gender would have probably needed a large suitcase for four days worth of clothes, the redhead had managed to cram what little she needed into a battered black backpack, various patches holding the old fabric together in places. Sure, it meant that she had worn the same clothes for three days straight... but it wasn't like she was the only one on those seeming-to-last-forever flights that stank of sweat. Besides, she had cleaned herself up for what mattered - her first day at AHS. The door is nudged open with a foot, the redhead squeezing a shoulder into the small opening produced before shoving it open wide enough to admit the rest of her entry. Bottle-green eyes freshly lined in kohl do their requisite darting around the room as her lips pull themselves into a cocky smirk, the expression at home on her features. That battered backpack slung over one shoulder, the thick black strap is the most solid thing that she has on from the waist-up, by the looks of things; she's layered about three short-sleeve mesh shirts of various hole sizes, differing shades of green for the bottom two lining up just so to keep more from teensy peeks at the pale skin beneath with a large-holed black top over it all. Bermuda-length shorts that look like they were made from a couple of green-and-black plaid schoolgirl skirts cover her legs, an abunndace of chains and plain black bondage-straps jangling as they sway around her with every step. Scuffed-up green Converse sneakers cover her feet, duct tape holding the toe of her left shoe together. All and all, she's pulling off the 'bad girl' look rather well... at least, she thinks she is. And it shows, too - just look at her walk along, almost gliding while a cocky smirk tugs at her lips. For once, there was no smell of Guinness on her breath to indicate that drinking was to blame for the stumble that happens abot ten seconds after she's made her entrance. In reality, she simply wasn't watching where she was going. How else would she miss that one of the corners of the rug that lay in front of the main doors had come up enough to provide something to trip over? That cool, almost seductive stride suddenly becomes a flailing mess as her left toe connects with the bump on its way up, sending her flying. Once she lands about a yard in front of where she tripped, she rolls a couple of times before coming to a stop, groaning as she shakes her head to get rid of the proverbial cobwebs. All of those straps and chains end up making matters worse; all it took was about thirty second's worth of squirming around in an attempt to find her feet to tangle her up. It was almost cute, really, to see the punk-looking redhead ensnared with the trappings of her preferred style; if one ignored the frown on her face, the comparison could be made between Nola's current predicament and a kitten caught up in an unraveled ball of yarn. ...well, if a feline ensnared in its favorite toy was capable of cursing and swearing enough to make a nun faint. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 29 2008, 04:40 PM Post #2 |
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Usually, such instances involving a damsel in distress (or anyone visibly female experiencing even the slightest of problems) were quick to draw the attention of a would-be hero, sometimes even dozens of them could come running to the rescue with hopes of hearing those two magic words from the woman in question. And while some people might have assumed those two words were "my hero," Leo held no such illusions about the male half of the human species. He knew the words these goody-two-shoes were really hoping to hear were something along the lines of "I'm single." And, whether for better or worse, it seemed that instead of a bunch of wannabe heroes, Nola was going to get Leo. Not that it was a step up in any way, since Leo fancied himself more of the villainous type, just without the evil volcano lair and British secret agents spoiling his fun. Hell, that was the reason he was in the high school dorms to begin with, he was looking for business. And drinking, if the glass of Jack and Coke in his left hand was any indication. At the moment he was simply holding it in front of him, watching the pieces of ice float about with mild interest. He'd already seen the redhead take a spill, but he saw no real need in rushing over. Especially since she wasn't more than a yard or so from the couch Leo occupied, and he still had a drink to finish off. Still, all that cursing was beginning to get on his nerves. Granted, he thought it was damn cute whenever a woman cursed, but it crossed into the realm of "annoying" once it started to give him a headache. With a sigh of reluctance, Leo pulled himself up off the couch (taking care to keep from spilling, of course; god forbid he lose even a drop of booze) and casually strode on over to where the foul-mouthed Irish lass was still squirming about and cursing her little red head off. Squatting down just a short ways beyond that same mass of hair, not to mention looking utterly unconcerned about the young woman's predicament, Leo clearing his throat to speak. "Y'know, I've seen my fair share of bound up women over the years, but I gotta say you're the first I ever did see tie herself up. Granted, you're also the first one I've seen still in clothes for the occasion, but I'm gonna go ahead 'n give you the benefit o' the doubt 'n just assume it's somethin you're still workin' on..." he confessed, taking a brief drink from his glass while the gal continued with her endeavors to free herself from her own clothing. Speaking of which... "Now, we're both undoubtedly thinkin' it, but I may as well be the one to say it. Hell, maybe it'll turn out to be motivational enough for you to get yourself outta this little fix. If you can't figure out a way to get yourself untangled, we may just have to cut those threads right off..." This too was delivered with the same nonchalant attitude as his previous statement, hell he may as well have been reading the weather report. And while there were certainly plenty of better solutions to Nola's problem at the moment...it was Leo doing the problem solving. Just what other sort of solution did anyone expect him to come up with? |
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| Deleted User | Jun 29 2008, 09:54 PM Post #3 |
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Damsel in distress... ha-motherfucking-ha! Single, she'd grant, but a damsel of any variety? Maybe if she'd been wearing a skirt, she'd qualify... barely. As it is, it's a good thing that she wasn't wearing one - in a moment like this, there'd be no avoiding her giving the sort of show that a man generally had to pay for to get. As it is, she's managed to her herself over onto her side, one arm held completely immobile by a particularily-long-looking chain while the other is relatively close to being free. As for her legs... well, at the moment, they're pretty well immobile. "Y'know, I've seen my fair share of bound up women over the years, but I gotta say you're the first I ever did see tie herself up. Granted, you're also the first one I've seen still in clothes for the occasion, but I'm gonna go ahead 'n give you the benefit o' the doubt 'n just assume it's somethin you're still workin' on..." The sound of Leo's voice startles her; it wasn't like she was paying attention to anyone that may be approaching. Besides, with as loud as she was cursing and swearing, she wouldn't have been able to hear him approaching anyway. She's not amused in the slightest at that first sentence fragment - as he goes on, the feeling only gets worse. Narrowing her eyes at him, she's about to ask him why his Dick Tracy-lookin' ass wasn't helping her out when he continues. "Now, we're both undoubtedly thinkin' it, but I may as well be the one to say it. Hell, maybe it'll turn out to be motivational enough for you to get yourself outta this little fix. If you can't figure out a way to get yourself untangled, we may just have to cut those threads right off..." You know, there'd be times where that idea would be damned appealing; in public while sober? Definitely not one of those times. Granted, it's the latter that makes it a far less than pleasant idea versus the former; maybe he ought to force-feed her a little of his drink? Nah - she'd just spit it out. As it is, Leo finds himself on the receiving end of a glare that's only gotten sharper as she reaches for the clips that she could reach, getting them undone; a few of the straps binding her legs so tightly go slack. "Ye'd enjoy th'sight t'much! 'Sides, I don'need yer'elp, or yer attention... so fuck off, y'arse'ole." Aww, well isn't she cute... even getting herself partially untied wasn't helping her mood! |
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| Deleted User | Jun 29 2008, 11:07 PM Post #4 |
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"Ye'd enjoy th'sight t'much! 'Sides, I don'need yer'elp, or yer attention... so fuck off, y'arse'ole." Leo stifled a chuckle at that particular accusation, and though he knew there was really no way for anyone at the campus to know just what his powers let him get away with unless they caught him, he still found it somewhat entertaining every time such an assumption was made in his presence. "Suit yourself. You go right on ahead and lie there on the floor squirmin' about then. Hell, there's only a couple dozen more new students scheduled to show up soon, what's a girl like you got to worry about?" While Leo normally would have been a touch more cheerful in his handling the situation, until he'd finished off his morning drink, that cheery, upbeat bullshit was going to have to wait. Besides, she'd probably only get even more pissed off if he gave the impression he was enjoying her little predicament. Granted, he was, but he had one hell of a poker face. Since she'd not-so-kindly asked him to leave her alone, he stood up and took his time walking back to the couch. Instead of reclining on the seat cushions however, he took a seat on the arm of the couch so he could finish off his drink while he watched the poor girl clumsily try to get free. Granted, he wasn't being entirely truthful in saying just how many students were due to arrive soon, but with Nola as pissed off as she was, he felt he needed to exaggerate a bit to drive the whole 'urgency' point home. He created a few of his 'windows' while he waited, all of which showed the drive leading up to the school. Sure enough, before too long there were a few students emerging from taxi cabs and headed toward their new home away from home, the dorm building. "Sorry to interrupt your mornin' exercise again Red, but you may wanna point that pretty little head o' yours toward the light in front of you..." Leo said, causing one of those windows to disappear and re-appear in front of the swearing Irish lass, showing the same image of students on their way, belongings in tow. "Unless you'd like those nice gents to get a free gander up yer shorts, I suggest you cut back on the insults and get your rear in gear. Hell, I could even be persuaded to forget about all that name callin' 'n cut you a break. Instantaneous travel to any place o' your choosin. 'Course, unless you wanna get dragged through the portal, one of us'll have to take a knife to that outfit o' yours. Call's all yours, but feel free to think on the matter for a while. I'll be takin' my leave here soon enough though, so unless you're lookin' forward to bein' found all by your lonesome tangled up like you are by those nice young men, I'd advise you not waste time with any more of that foul language." Leo left the window showing the current progress of the new students in front of Nola's face as he waited, swallowing the last bit of his morning pick-me-up while he waited for Nola to make up her mind. The window was left where it was to let her make a more informed decision, of course. After all, what sort of gentleman would Leo be if he tried to pressure a nice young girl like Nola into making such a decision? |
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