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Post by whisp. on Jun 28, 2010 23:13:47 GMT -5
There was nothing more exciting to Lillian Black than to sneak around the boys dorms at night. Every now and then some laughter from some room would have her standing straight, flattening herself and her bag against the wall. It was only until silence crept through the corridors once more would she continue her stride. Truthfully, Lillian knew that if she simply blinked her eye she could have been in the boys work out room, but these were dark days. It wasn’t necessarily a teacher she was worried about finding her in the halls, it was the fear that something else much darker would find her using the thing she cherished most dear. And she’d be damned if she let that happen.
The door to the work out room creaked open and shut with a slam, but taking a deep breath, Lillian began to relax. She slowly circled the room, adding some dim light to the space. Running her delicate fingers through her hair, she tied it up in a simple knot to keep it off of her neck. Her blue eyes scanned the room once, waiting to see if anything dark would take its chance to take her. But, to her unfortunate surprise, nothing did. Mumbling softly, Lillian began to slip off the dress to reveal looser boy slacks and button up shirt. It wasn’t perfect, but it’d have to do. Using the tape from her bag, she began to slowly and meticulously wrap her fingers to begin her workout. And soon after she was standing in front of the bag.
Breathe in. Quick punch. Bounce feet. Shift over. Hit. Bang. Breathe in. Repeat.
Unfortunately, the bag wasn’t what Lillian wanted to be punching at the moment.
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Post by Javert on Jun 28, 2010 23:49:45 GMT -5
SHOOT ME NOW
He was asleep.
This was a fact not immediately recognized--he was dreaming about something to do with a long hallway, doors on one side and barred windows on the other. Then, his subconscious recognized the unforgiving slant of the floor beneath him, and an uncomfortable crook in his elbow, and the fact that his entire right leg was as thoroughly asleep as the rest of him.
When Lou woke, it was with a curse at his lips, followed by a groan. He eased himself into a seated position, rolling his shoulders, tilting his head side to side, releasing an unintelligible stream of impolite words into the darkness. For how long had he been here? Judging by the pain in his neck, he had been in the fetal position on the floor for at least several hours. When he had entered the room, it had been full; now it was deserted.
Javs seriously is disgusted by how bad this post is and won’t even attempt to pad it any more.
Finally some blonde girl came in and Lou was like WTF. He arced an infamous brow, leaning against the wall (his right leg was still completely asleep), arms folded over his chest as he regarded her with some amusement. The fact that she had snuck into the boy’s area did not go unnoticed--he couldn’t help but feel some admiration for her bravery, or disdain for her stupidity. After a moment, though, he could notice only one thing: she hit like a girl.
He passed a hand over his face, then through the blonde muss of his hair, a failed attempt to bring chaos into some semblance of order. “Are you trying to break your arms,” he inquired, the light baritone of his voice made deeper from sleep, “or is that how you were taught to hit?”
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Post by whisp. on Jun 29, 2010 0:05:14 GMT -5
With her eyebrows squinted in, Lillian moved with quick and concentrated movements. She was in her zone and rarely anything could draw her out of it. It really was just a blank place where her body would take over and her mind would just slip away. Lillian was just left with her motions and the tug and pull of her muscles as they stretched underneath her skin. There would be no stopping her now.
But sometimes someone would.
At the first hint of some intruder, her arm stopped mid-swipe and her head snapped in the direction of the sound. She blinked a few times and casually leaned against the bag, waiting to see how this…boy would handle a female’s presence. In most cases when she’d been caught before it was the same old routine. They threatened to tattle, she flirted, end of story. Or occasionally, she’d have to resort to a smidge of magic. But that wasn’t too often.
A few buttons on her shirt had come undone and in the dim light, her body seemed to glisten lightly with her sweat. Running the back of her hand across her forehead, she took in a deep breath. “excuse me? I mean no offense, but who are you to criticize my hitting technique?” Raising an eyebrow, she studied the boy. “Is that where you like to sleep or can you just not find your own bed?” she countered, watching him cautiously.
He seemed vaguely familiar, at least what she could see of him. Lillian knew quite a long list of the boys who attended the academy and she could usually place them into their own clique, but this time she was having a harder time remembering. Perhaps it was just from her exhaustion. Right now it may not matter who the boy was, but in some later time the lack of information may come back to haunt her. Lillian suddenly realized how tense she had become since she became aware of his presence. What if he wasn’t a boy attending school? What if he was one of those things that the Unloved had mentioned? What if he wasn’t even human? Lillian felt a rush of adrenaline and her thoughts raced. No, he was definitely familiar. He went here, he was real. But that still didn’t keep her off her toes.
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