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Post by Spinner on Feb 27, 2008 21:51:51 GMT -5
The moment October was out of sight, Theo pushed his torso across the frame of the window, gasping for fresh air as though he had just been drowning. Why could he not remove her from his head?
His hands were shaking violently, and it had taken everything within his power to not kill that damn girl. He knew if he were to do such a thing, he would be no different than Brann was. His face had lost color dramatically, and he leaned against the wall again. Eyelids flickering shut, he took a few deep breaths, willing himself to just take another, to just keep living.
He was of no use dead. He had to tell himself that.
He finally began making his way back to the common room.
October Becker was going to be his own personal demon in his own personal hell. What a twisted predicament he was in...
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Post by Spinner on Mar 14, 2008 20:30:54 GMT -5
ooc: I know these characters are in different places, but this is an assumed later post. No one to RP with and all that jazz.
Adrienne and Theo had each reentered the corridor, and they then stood facing each other, distanced enough away, but the steady glares didn't waver. Theo was first to break the force holding them where they stood, and he smiled then, coldly, then began to walk past. He stopped, facing her side as she continued to stare forward.
"Killed anyone yet?" he asked tauntingly, crossing his arms as he leaned into the wall behind him.
"I don't think that's of any consequence to you. Well, not at the moment," she responded, slinging her purse from off her shoulder and pulling out a mirror, then reorganizing her hair.
"Not as easy as it seems to be, huh?" His tone, she couldn't take. Maybe if it had been colder, more mocking, but it was only amused, and that really hit her nerve.
"Yeah, because your little group is just a bunch of saints, right?" she replied viciously, wheeling on him as she snapped her mirror shut and threw it into her book. She smiled then, recomposing herself. "Your little Porcelain Adams just poisoned her own brother."
Theo rolled his eyes, scoffing in derision. "You're shitting me, right? What makes you so sure it was her?"
"Oh, believe it," Adrienne taunted, stepping closer as she smirked coldly, her eyes reflecting everything she had so recently turned into. "She told me. I blew it off at first, thinking she was just trying to be badass, but then when he actually was poisoned, I completely re-evaluated Porcelain's character. You're just as bad as us."
Theo pulled out his dagger and put it to Adrienne's throat, the edge turned up and glinting under the light. He began to walk forward, and she stepped back, focusing on keeping her own breathing even. "Why on earth would she tell you that, Still? You're the enemy. Sounds a little tactless to me."
"Get that thing the fuck away from my neck," Adrienne hissed, "don't use my parents' name. How you even know that is beyond me. And, in case you haven't yet realized, the Adams girl isn't exactly the brightest lightbulb in the box."
Theo smiled for a fraction of a section, a sad, vicious imitation of a smile, but he did not drop the knife. "Oh, I know a lot more than that. You would be surprised at just how much I know. It was the Association that killed your parents. Zy informed me over the summer. What, did I never tell you?" he inquired, a mock of sympathy as he smiled once again at the horror on her face.
"Shut the fuck up, Runner. Just shut the fuck up," she breathed, her blue eyes flashing dangerously as they flicked, once again, to the knife pricking into her skin. "If you don't getthat thing off me, I'll send you up in flames."
"I'll dig it into your throat before you can even try, girl. Think I won't? Try me."
"You wouldn't. Not even you're that fucked up," she murmured, and would have shook her head if the razor sharp blade was not so close.
"And you would be surprised. I don't have anything to live for any more. Who, exactly, do I have left to be good for?" he responded, his voice low and taunting.
Adrienne nodded then, smiling as if in apology. "If that is how you would like it." And she pulled back then, giving herself the last few inches into the wall, just enough to slip from the entrapment of his blade, and sending up a wall of fire between the two of them, something which burned bright and violent in an instant, and when it was gone, so was she.[/color][/size]
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