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| Cassus | Apr 1 2009, 09:18 PM Post #1 |
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It was truly a lovely afternoon at St. Lily's. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, awkward teenage romance was in the air, and a certain spiky-haired rapscallion was hard at work planting cameras around the girl's shower room. All in all, a pleasant day. The prized garden of the school was mostly empty of students, with only one or two enjoying the fresh spring air or simply napping under the shade of the trees. This was precisely what Leon Alexei Rasputin was doing at the time. Although, napping is simply too small a word to describe the resting state of a boy like Leon. A nap with Leon was akin to the hibernation of a bear, only not as long and twice as deep. And, as with a sleeping bear, it was not wise to be too close when he awoke. Several students had also learned that, as with a sleeping bear, it was not wise to poke him with a stick when he was napping. Some had only recently checked out of the school hospital. But now, something else roused Leon from his hibernation; a certain presence that he had not felt since the valentines dance some weeks ago. A certain, inexplicable sense of forboding that made his cheek ache all over again. He rose quickly, shaking a family of squirrels who had taken up temporary residence on his back, and rolled over onto his hindquarters with a thud. "Oh crap." He mumbled to himself at the sight of the two bobbing, blue pigtails making a beeline straight towards him. |
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| Defiant | Apr 5 2009, 11:11 AM Post #2 |
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Some would agree that it was quite a nice day outside unless they stood at a mere five feet and hair green hair that had recently been insulted. Typically she would have turned a deaf ear to the comment but despite her self control she was actually starting to like Leon. There was just no justice in the world and as the sunlight danced past the glass in the window and in to her bathroom she stared at herself in the mirror scrutinizing every thing that was her ‘handlebars’. Standing on a stool so she could actually se herself she gripped a pair of scissor in one hand, poised and ready to do the deed. Yet she just couldn’t bring herself to do it so it was little regret that she pulled her hair up in to her signature style. Things were going just fine until an all too familiar feeling crept up on her. Looking about the garden did little to answer her unasked questions. Movement caught her eye and sure enough there was the subject of all her turmoil in flesh and blood. His warning bells were going off, of that much she was sure as the feeling of anxiety, that was not her own, grew with each firm step foreword. More importantly, she was beginning to get angry again. If looks could kill Leon would have been six feet under and growing cold by now. Luckily they couldn’t she she’d just have to settle for torturing him. “You owe me an apology.” She came to a stop in front of him with her arms crossed and a very annoyed expression written across her face. The apology might not make her feel any better but she felt deserving of one after his insult. As he could see her ‘handlebars’ were firmly set in place, even if she had thought of switching her style several times this morning. None of them felt right and the notion of cutting them almost brought her to tears. In the long run, it was still all Leon’s fault. “I almost cut my hair you big jerk.” By now she was poking him rather harshly. “What was with that comment anyway? Do you not think before you speak? And to think I liked you!” Okay so the last part wasn’t supposed to come out but she was too angry to be embarrassed right now. |
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| Cassus | Apr 5 2009, 03:00 PM Post #3 |
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As Connie drew nearer and nearer, Leon's expression slowly morphed from one of surprise to growing dread, and finally to outright mortal fear. For a girl who barely came up to his chest, Connie inspired a certain brand of terror in Leon, the kind that made people board up their windows and sit in the dark clutching a shotgun. If looks could kill indeed: To Leon, looking into the fire behind those green eyes was like watching somebody open the Ark of the Covenant. To his credit, Leon did not run for the hills or fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness from this raging, diminutive goddess. He even had the presence of mind not to stare directly at Connie's hair, the source of her fury. Leon face though, was already growing bright red, and the corners of his mouth were wobbling like he was about to cry. He looked like a sad gorilla. "I-im really sorry!" Said he, looking down at his shoes. "I didn't mean to upset you!" This was all very distressing for Leon. It really was. While on the outside he looked like a bruiser, inside he was the very definition of a softy (mostly). On top of that, he'd never had to face such wrath from a girl who he now realized he was very attracted to. And as such, according to the fundamental laws of the universe, he could not help but dig his grave even further. "What was so bad about 'handlebars,' anyway?" God help him, he really didn't know. |
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| Defiant | Apr 5 2009, 08:05 PM Post #4 |
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If Leon was a sad gorilla then Connie was a ticked off minx. It was mildly amusing to watch his face turn red like that though. A small reward for the time being but she wasn’t through with him yet. Oh no, Connie had many minutes of tongue lashing and torture to go but then she took another look at Leon then and all of the wind was taken out of her sails. The game was short lived but she could only play it for so long anyway. As the corner of her lips fell she placed both hands on her hips and gave him a stern look. It was at least a bit softer than the one before. “It was just insulting. It is bad enough I am short and have this crazy colored hair but to hair the style compared to handlebars… they are called pigtails for crying aloud!” She let out a small growl. Connie, like most teenage girls, had a warped self image but at least she was willing to deal with it. Since she refused to color her hair, such a nasty habit, the only other option was to embrace it and make it her own. That’s how the pigtails came about and now they were coming out. Connie reached up and pulled the bindings from her hair allowing it to fall to its full length and create a pool on the ground behind her. “Just promise me you will not ever say it again and I will leave you alone, oui?” With that the tiny girl held up her hand offering a handshake. |
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| Cassus | Apr 8 2009, 02:11 PM Post #5 |
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Connie stuck out her hand, apparantly satisfied with his apology, and Leon exhaled. He realized he'd been holding his breath in case she went berserk from that last little comment that he just couldn't couldn't stifle. He stared at the pale little hand, still unsure if it was a trap or not, and then gingerly took it: Connie's tiny hand was completely enveloped in Leon's massive paw. He still did not meet Connie's gaze, however, and his scarlet blush only deepened. "I don't think it's a crazy hair color." Leon murmured sheepishly, scratching at some chin fuzz with his free hand. He hadn't let go of Connie's hand yet, too. There seemed to be something important going on in Leon's head, like he had to decide something and didn't have a whole lot of time to do it. Finally, just as the prolonged handshake was beginning to get awkward, he suddenly looked up (or just less down, given the height ratio), and fixed the little french girl with a surprisingly steady stare. "Connie, I'm really sorry about that comment. I honestly didn't know it would upset you. Would you like to go out sometime?" |
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| Defiant | Apr 13 2009, 07:10 PM Post #6 |
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It was the strangest thing. Leon could crush Constance with ease and probably little thought yet she was the one that had him cornered, so to speak. It was this realization that hit her as he took her hand and inevitably made it vanish in his grip. She’d have to remember not to make Leon angry. Not like that was ever going to happen, not with the way he blushed and got all nervous around her. Though a brief moment of panic washed over her when she realized he was still holding on to her. Wasn’t this the part where he was supposed to smile, nod and let her go? "I don't think it's a crazy hair color." Her breath caught in her throat. Now it was Constance’s turn to be nervous. So nervous, in fact, that she couldn’t remember ever feeling it this strongly. While he was going over what ever was in his head she was busy trying to calm her speeding pulse. Success fell short of relief just as Leon managed to ask her the most startling question she’d ever heard to date. “Would you like to go out sometime?" It wasn’t that she’d never been asked out before. It had happened. Fact of life: kids go on dates. It was, however, the first time she’d ever been asked out by someone she was even remotely interested in. Held at a loss for words Connie searched her pretty little head for some sort of intelligent response before blurting out. “Oui! Uhm, that is, when?” |
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