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Post by Mary Spelling on Feb 16, 2009 19:23:17 GMT -6
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whats under the mask?
-- "So it's date then?" she laughed, her hair coming in front of her face has Mary's teeth bit a little at her fingers, her other hand holding her purse strap laying over her shoulder. The guy chuckled, clicking his tongue and winking at her, "You know it, babe." he glanced around, sighing and moving her hair behind her ear to look better at her face, "Just keep that ass in check before tonight. Hate for you to have anything done today and we meet later OK?" he said. Mary rolled her eyes, stepping back away from him, "You watch your own."
[/i]she laughed. -- Her heels started clicked has she just pushed herself off the wall, the long blond hair bouncing on her back as she pranced down the hall. Man he was so cute! Mary glanced behind her to see the man that was just talking to her behind her, still having his shoulder keeping his body leaned to the wall in that way Mary loved guy. She giggled, pulling her purse higher on her shoulder as she blushed. He was definitely a senior by the way he used those words, and those words were the ones Mary couldn't help but love. -- She sighed slowing herself and straighting up. Mary shook her head, the curls in her hair bouncing around her curvy face has she glanced behind her to see he was gone. Damn, she didn't even get his number. But hey, she got a date tonight so what did it matter? Mary looked back down the hallway, and to her left to the stairs which she did so not feel like climbing up. She shook out her body, looking down herself at her black dress has she brushed herself off. Great, she smelled like that guy. Nice scent, but she didn't feel like smelling she got out of the boys locker room; guys spraying themselves down to make sure they spelled good enough when they came out, always overdoing it just a bit. -- Mary scoffed, a good feelings leaving her as she walked over to the stairs. She balanced her purse on the railing as she dug and looked in her black mini-purse for something... something.. someth- ha! She pulled out her Poison perfume has she sprayed across her nearly bare chest and spritzing a few fumes of the scent on her wrist. She threw the bottle back into her bag, patting herself down to make sure she didn't smell like she was trying to cover up some scent. -- After a minute of digging for a few more things and finding what she wanted, running a quick blush over her cheeks and a quick lip moisturizer over her soft lips, Mary took one last look in the golden flip-mirror she must have pulled out one hundred times by now, and fluffed her hair. Giving herself a smile and blowing herself a kiss, Mary flipped it closed with the cock of her head and hips, bringing her purse of the rail has she made her way up the stairs and the next level. [/blockquote] -- TAG -- open -- STATUS -- done -- WORD COUNT -- 'bout 540 -- MUSIC -- underneath the mask -- behelddnoter[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Topher Resmonda on Feb 16, 2009 20:19:45 GMT -6
[/i] he thought lightly. There wasn't much to do around here. The halls were as empty as ever, and the place was so clean. Topher mentally pointed out how shiny the floor was, and how everything seemed pinned to its perfection. Just like how the teachers set the goals for their students. Perfection or nothing. Topher let out a slight snort at the thought, he defiantly wasn't going to get a recommendation letter. If anything, it would be those book worms- or some thing. Or Leah, Topher had to smile to himself. He wanted her to make it, honestly, she deserved it. The girl was amazing. Before he got all gushy on the thought, Topher pushed the thought out of his head. It didn't matter, not now at least. He had to do some thing worth his time. Some thing wild, some thing fun. As he thought over the situation, Topher dug out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. He popped a cigar out of the pack, placing it between his lips before lighting it. With that, he stuffed the rest back to where he had retrieved them from. Taking in a long draw from the cigar, Topher pulled it away from his lips. He was pretty sure he wasn't a loud to smoke in here, but oh well. He was heading out side any ways. Well, that was a start. Heading out. With that, Topher rounded the corner toward the stairs and began heading down the stairs. He let out circular puffs of smoke while his gaze was rested on the round rings that floated away. It was the sound of foot steps coming in his direction did his sight turn back to the stairs. And there was Mary heading up the stair case. He glanced at her before making a move toward the opposite side of the stair case so he didn't get in her way. "' 'Ey Mary," He cooed, before letting out a soft laugh. He took in another draw of his cigarette. [/tt][/ul][/left] |
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Post by Mary Spelling on Feb 16, 2009 20:32:24 GMT -6
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whats under the mask?
-- Mary tapped her fingers on her purse as she took in a deep breath, her mind still on that guy. Cute little face oh! She couldn't wait for tonight. But something caught her eye. Oh no. Topher. That adorable little loser. 12th grade. She had everything about the seniors wired and this guy she barley knew. But, it wasn't surprising. Forsome reason to her, he didn't seem like that exact person someone would want to tlak about. He just seemed like one of those people who are the high school sweehearts... like her.
-- Mary ducked her head a bit, her curks blocking some of her side of her face from Topher as he passed and she couldn't help but give asmall cough has he passed by. She rolled her eyes, wlakign up afew steps before turning back to look down on him, "You know you can't be smoking, dipshit." she said right away, a bnit annoied that he was. Just stunk up the place and just was disgusting! No point in smoking when it was not only bad for you, but made everything smell like smoke. But then again it gave you a good feelings. That might be why Mary did it herself.
-- The blond scoffed and wlaked down to him, "Hand over one and a lighter and I won't tell," Mary smiled to him, holding out one hand as she got beside him, wanting sort of a quick answer. It had been forever since she had a hit of anything and temptaion was now screwing into her mind. Thansk a lot to the cute senior she had no idea about.
-- TAG -- open
-- STATUS -- done
-- WORD COUNT -- 'bout 280
-- MUSIC -- underneath the mask -- behelddnoter
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Post by Topher Resmonda on Feb 17, 2009 8:34:56 GMT -6
[/i] Woah, buddy. That wasn't what he was expecting, but close enough. "Ouch," he grinned, "Not the greeting I was hoping for." He shrugged and took in another whiff, but this time blowing rings in her direction. "Yumm," He mused as the rings wound their way toward her. He turned his attention away from her, and looked around the stair case. Still empty. For a time being he kept to his own thoughts till he suddenly heard those same steps coming back down toward him. This time she stopped dead in front of him. Her glossed lips pulling into a smile, as her curly locks rested delicately on her shoulders. "Hand over one and a lighter and I won't tell," She held her hand out, as though expecting him to just hand one over. He laughed, and slightly rolled his eyes, "I feel so threatened, what ever must I do." His eyes landed back in her direction giving her a fake concerned look. But he didn't argue, he new she wouldn't tell- but what was some company for the time being. Topher dug his hand back into his jean pocket and pulled out his packet and lighter. Popping one out for her, he waited till she placed the cigarettes between her lips before he lighted it for her, re- pocketing the items. "Think this is a good idea, don't want to ruin that pretty face, do you," He asked, lifting an eye brow in her direction. He tapped his fingers against the railing and leaned back slightly. "What are you doing out of class any ways?" His voice was indifferent, as though he didn't really care but just trying to keep conversation going. "Shouldn't you be trying to get all perfect before senior year, no bad records babe."[/left][/size][/ul][/center] |
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Post by Mary Spelling on Feb 17, 2009 13:16:23 GMT -6
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whats under the mask?
-- Mary scoffed, coughing a little has smoke puffs came to her face and into her nose. But she took the first cigarette that came out. She popped it between her lips and took a deep breath as the fire hit the tip. Mary took a long draw, swallowing the smoke and hardly any coming from her mouth. She put it between her fingers and sighed, at his words, "Maybe I just didn't feel like going to class. Plus it's just choir now so what does it matter? I know my music," she said taking another huff and letting it roll from her mouth and away, "and I don't have the lead parts in all the music." she shrugged, her eyes off as she placed the cigarette back into her mouth and stood for a minute.
-- Finally the blond cocked her head and let her straight teeth shine threw her lips, "And plus what kind of answer were you wanting?" she asked, cocking her head in a sweet way has her hair fell to her chest and over the barrenest. "Were you expecting something like 'Oh Topher, love, my dear what are you doing, babe?!"
[/i]she rolled her eyes, taking another quick hit. But she tapped the end quickly, a few ashes falling o the floor as Mary cocked her head enough where her hair flipped over her shoulder, "And plus a face like this is perfect and always will be, sorry to burst that bubble of yorus."-- What was she doing out of class? She loved her choir a little. Mary laughed, but softly faded to a simple smile, "Well, I just don't want to go to choir for that reason. If I can't have the lead in all music, I see no point." she said, taking another hit before watching herself blow small puffs of dark grey. [/blockquote] -- TAG -- open -- STATUS -- done -- WORD COUNT -- 'bout 320 -- MUSIC -- underneath the mask -- behelddnoter[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Topher Resmonda on Feb 17, 2009 20:08:43 GMT -6
[/i] He thought some what lazily, I could always go back to weed. But, truthfully, he didn't want that. He didn't want to have to deal drugs to actually make money. He wanted to be one of those people that actually grow up doing some thing right with their lives. And when they come to that age where they get to tell stories to their grand children, they actually have some thing to tell them. What am I supposed to tell them, I stood on corners or in allyways and handed out drugs. Careful kids, never get cought by the popo, Topher bitterly and sarcastically thought to himself. Sub conciously, his lips pulled into a disgruntled scowl. "Well, that doesn't matter," Topher whiped the scowl off his face and creased his brows at her. "You should actually worry about what's going to happen to you senior year. The teachers don't care if you know your music, they expect you to be there in class." Who the fuck was he giving her a lecture, he wasn't in class either. But who the fuck cares about him? He messed up the majority of the school year any ways. His eyes lingered to her hair, watching the soft curls as they landed on her chest. He glanced for a moment before checking back up to her face, "Actually, I kind of like that greeting. Remember, next time we see each other, I expect some thing like that, " He tinted is voice with mockery and amusement. Now it was his turn for some fun. Topher ran a hand down her arm, softly, as he let his skin brush against hers. His hand landed on her hip, as he twisted his around around it, pulling her closer- he brought his lips close to her ear and whispered seductively, "And I'll reply," He laughed a bit, letting his breathe softly linger against her cheek, "Mm, I'm trying to get as close to you as possible, babe. You're sweet smell, sexy body, and gorgeous face just got me in a trance." He let out another small laugh, before making a slight popping sound in her ear. His arm with drawing from her waiste as he pushed her back lightly to where she had been standing before. He took another swig, and blew out a puff of smoke before winking at her.[/size][/left][/ul] |
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Post by Mary Spelling on Feb 18, 2009 20:01:59 GMT -6
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whats under the mask?
-- The blond just scoffed has he said she should be in class, whispering has her smoke was close to her lips, "Looky who's talking..." before taking in a breath and shutting her mouth. Mary was still trying to get in good with all upper class man, annoying or not, and Topher was no exception. He was defiantly an upper class man, a senior above that, and Mary always wanted to be with older people, more her age since the girl was suppose to be a junior, anyway. If that stupid boy hadn't made her fail, making her look stupid, destroying those perfect grades. She rolled her eyes, tuning out Topher a little bit.
-- Mary shook her head, only coming back to hear Topher say something about her greeting. So he wanted more things like that? Wow... she kinda liked this guy now. One of the few people that might let her talk shit to them. But that was beside the point. Mary wanted to see hearts break and tears fall. But then on one hand this guy didn't seem like the kind that would do that under any circumstances, but then on the other hand there was five fingers; and the fact Mary had made a lot of people cry.
-- "Well then," she said, flipping her hair again with her free hand, twirling her long hair around her perfect little finger and excellent nails, "I'll be sure that every time I see you, I'll be sure to give you that pleasure you want." she laughed once, the sound like bells has it quietly disappeared has she took another draw.
-- But then she felt a soft touch on her arm has her eyes glanced down to his hand from his eyes before flashing back. Oh great... Mary just swallowed hard, keeping a soft and playing, almost teasing smile on her lips at first. But his arm coiled around her and she couldn't help but try to pull her head away a bit. His sweet voice reached her and she laughed, not helping herself but to get caught up in his nice words, soft and very faltering. But the only thing that popped her from the trance was a noise that made a shiver go over her spine as she caught herself on the railing. Mary knew he would never do anything to hurt her... right? But it was still instinct for her to step down with one heel clicking on the step after her. She smiled, trying not to let it get to her, "And this body could get close to yours but I'll have to think about that, love." she said, looking down the stairs, her hair whipping in her face. She was slightly worried someone would come, but she shrugged, turning back to Topher and taking another drag from her cigarette, but a much deeper and longer one this time.
-- TAG -- open
-- STATUS -- done
-- WORD COUNT -- 'bout 500
-- MUSIC -- underneath the mask -- behelddnoter
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Post by Topher Resmonda on Feb 20, 2009 18:19:52 GMT -6
[/i] He randomly thought he didn't find the time to actually gell his hair today- usually when he cut his hair he didn't have to do anything to it, it was pretty perfect. Topher hadn't looked in the mirror today, so he wasn't really sure how he looked at the moment. But the way Mary seemed to react to his touch, and what went on between them now. He new he didn't look that bad, at least. Making small clicking noises with his tounge, Topher eyed her body for a moment, and smiled, "Mm, how long will that take." He glanced up into her eyes, staring softly- but they seemed so deep. "I don't think I can wait that long," He smiled at her and tooking another whiff, this time letting the smoke flow from his nostrils. Mary was sexy, and he couldn't like- he'd fuck her any day. But an actual relationship with her wouldn't really be his type of thing. She seemed to controling and and bitchy. Not to mention, a bit to cocky for his liking. He noticed how she took a step down, and he tilted his head to the side, his features were sharp against his skin, and his lips pouted some more in thought. He wasn't sure what she was thinking, or if she thought that he had meant to tease her by slowly pushing her down. He didn't. Topher wouldn't hurt. He placed his hand against hers and lead her back up a step, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close to him. "I wouldn't hurt you, you know that right?" His voice grew softer, sexier than it already was. Their faces were inches apart, and he couldn't lie- he was slightly teasing now. But he was Topher, meant ot flirt, meant to have sex, and meat to annoy the shit out of people. His hand ran down her back and layed right above her bottom, as it rested on the lower part of her back. He pushed her lower body against his. "You know that right," He smirked. [/ul][/size] |
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Post by Mary Spelling on Feb 20, 2009 20:03:22 GMT -6
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hide, fucker, hide. there's nowhere to go now without your make-up.
-- Mary laughed has she couldn't help blushing slightly, bending her head down so that her smooth hair would cover the blush that was, sadly, not her make-up. Which majorly sucked for her. She shrugged, a small playing smirk of her own coming over her lips as she giggled, "Well it may take a little while." Mary said, taking another drag as her thin eye brows tilted toward him.
-- But Mary shrugged, leaning her head on the wall a minute after he did, her eyes just not helping themselves but to stare into those perfect ones of his; she hated them, "But you'll have to wait. Must do things, you know." Mary teased, part of her wanting to disappoint him enough for him to leave, but not enough from keeping her holding herself, or even try, to keep herself back from him. But she felt his hand touch against her own, a slight shiver running over her as she still loved his touch. But she followed his lead up the few stairs but gasped softly, ashes falling to the ground and she swallowed in surprise. She pushed against his chest with both hands, not hard but enough to keep her face away from his. She shook he head, slightly speechless for words as some wanting to yell and cuss at him went threw her thoughts. Others, however, said just kiss him now. Classes wouldn't end till a long time anyway so who would know? No one! And if they did, a few flashes of her eyes and almost every guy would be eating the person she wanted to be taut a lesson.
-- But still, none of this ran in her head as she was still wordless until he spoke again, her mind being lost, making her go close to him. She could smell his sweet scent and his face was just even that more amazing up close, but Mary nodded, swallowing a hard lump in her throat has she shook her head, "Um yeah, I know, Topher." she said, almost respectfully. But mostly because a fear was still in her because of his attitude; dangerous and sexy but yet soft and kind.
-- TAG -- open
-- STATUS -- done
-- WORD COUNT -- 'bout 380
-- MUSIC -- hide and seek -- jéloreå {translated}
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Post by Topher Resmonda on Feb 23, 2009 18:32:53 GMT -6
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