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Post by burn on Apr 7, 2009 4:06:25 GMT -5
The night was falling fast and yet despite this, she sat in the center of the oval as if it was simply the middle of the day and this was what everyone did. She had a white daisy in her hand, slowly she twisted the stem in her hand so as to make the flower spin slowly. It was entrancing in a way and she followed it with her eyes, a peaceful and yet pained smile was playing upon her lips slightly, it was as if she was trying to distract herself from some larger problem. That was a given,judging by the way her eyebrows were furrowed slightly and her mouth was creased into a thin line. It was Friday, tomorrow was the weekend. Not something that she ever enjoyed or would ever enjoyed, things had gone down hill ever since the death of her brother, but now it was just steadily getting worse and worse.
Sin sat cross legged with her back towards the school buildings, sometimes she wished she could just run away and become someone else. She wanted to forget everything. To her, the aggression and flirtation that she sometimes showed were like an escape, almost like a different person that would come out when the world became to much. A short laugh escaped from her lips, she shook her head sightly - causing her dark auburn hair to cascade down her shoulders in a curtain like manner. Some said she was pretty, beautiful even. But, the circumstances that had plauged her life made her see little beauty within herself. A shell, that was what she saw herself as. |
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Post by zech on Apr 7, 2009 4:41:52 GMT -5
Friday's were awesome. Most the parties happened on Fridays, celebrating another week survived of high school. And I do mean that in a literal sense with this place. Any moment anyone could be picked to go to The Games, and only very few people survived that. Of course, that wasn't how Isaac saw it. Isaac saw it more as at any moment, anyone besides himself could be chosen for the games. He was too powerful for that. Too smart. Too strong. Too damn sexy. Besides, he was immortal. Untouchable, if you will. Sure, he might get into scruffs with people here and there, but again, he was too strong to lose to most of the people here. Isaac would love to see a human start a fight with him, it would make his day to tear someone's arm off and watch them scream in pain. But he wouldn't start anything, unless he wanted too.
Stepping out of the shower, Isaac grabbed his boxers and towel. After he dried the lower area's off with the towel, he slipped the boxers on and grabbed a separate towel to dry his hair. His nannies from when he was younger always told him to use two, but Isaac never knew why. Old habits are hard to break though. Once he slipped into his room, he quickly threw on the outfit he had set out earlier. Isaac thought it was later then what it was, and had a party to get too. Once he put on his shoes, he walked over to the mirror to stare at himself for a moment. Isaac was completely involved in himself and wanted to make sure he looked good every second possible. After that, he grabbed his watch and looked at the time. It being only about seven-thirty, he gave a slight pout. He had plenty of time before the party, it started at about ten-ish.
Isaac walked out of his room, deciding he would wonder around campus for a little while until the time came to go. Walking outside, he started to stare around at all the gorgeous girls that went to school here. He wondered if maybe to pass the time he should just take one back to his dorm.. Deciding he didn't want to take another shower, and didn't want to arrive at the party smelling like sex, he shook the thought from his head and continued to walk. Not paying attention to where he was going, he passed by a few more girls he decided were hot. Giving them wink and a smirk, his hazel eyes shining nothing by mischief. It wasn't an uncommon look to be in the demon's eyes. He liked getting into trouble, and was almost always up to no good. If he didn't think of himself as better then the games, then he just might be amazed that he hadn't been sent to them yet.
Zack walked till he was at the Sport Field. It was pointless to go in there, really. All the sports he played needed someone else to be there. But, being bored, he figured the best place to get into trouble at would be this place. Who knows, maybe someone interesting would be there? Isaac walked till he spotted a girl sitting playing with a flower. A flirtatious smirk spread over his lip, an eyebrow raised as he looked at her from behind. Walking a little closer, he recognized the girl, seeing her her side. A little ways off. Sin, she was hot, and he let her know he thought of her that way. But she was so shy sometimes it was annoying. "I think I stepped in hell. Sports, Nighttime and Sin." he never talked about heaven in a positive manner. He was a demon, heaven was his hell. Lovey dovey shit and happiness. Who wanted that? Seriously. "What is a sexy girl as your self doing out here alone. It isn't safe." Isaac said, a fake sincerity to his voice. "Lord knows someone might convince you to do something awful." Least he found something amusing to do till party time. The hat Isaac was wearing was blocking the moon light from his eyes, making a shadow cover his face. "Even like this I'm sexy." Isaac thought to himself.
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Post by burn on Apr 7, 2009 4:59:02 GMT -5
The moon danced upon her pale skin, making it reflect slightly in the moonlight. The very essence of it upon her skin gave it a slightly ethereal look and only enhanced the looks that were ignored by her. It was not that she suffered frm low self esteem, it was simply that her good looks had been abused so frequently that she thought if she ignored them, if she payed no regard to them then the rest of the world would follow her example. As of yet nobody had followed, yet she figured it was only a matter of time before they responded to it. That was her hope, yet in Sin's life, things rarely went to plan. She was anticipant at coming to Forevermore, both her brothers had died at this school in what was known to her only as 'The Games'. It terrified her, yet now with her life as it was, with her father doing what he did. She was quite certain that she would not mind if she dissapeared in the Games. It would certainly make many things alot easier.
Deep in her own thoughts, she did not notice the figure who walked behind her, in fact she did not even see the shadow that said figure cast upon the ground. She was unaware, and as such when the first words escaped from behind her, she jumped slightly. But it was only until the tone of the words came to her and instead small sigh escaped from between her lips and she turned slightly so that now the moon shone from behind her and reflected onto his face. Issac. She should have guessed, and honestly she did. Nobody else would speak like that to her, she didn't believe that anybody else had the confidence to approach the shy and yet outgoing girl, at least ... not that she had found.
"Oh Zacky, your flattery never ceases to amaze. But who, pray tell could convince me to do something awful?"
Her words were slightly condescending and yet spoken so fluently you'd think that she was speaking to an old friend. Issac tended to bring out the worst in her, he brought out the fight and the fire, something she liked to disregard as her 'werewolf' side. In public she was very shy and very nervous, it was often then when they met, rarely did they meet when they were alone. Such circumstances were ones she tried to avoid with anybody. But, when those circumstances did happen, they tended to mae her more confident, less afraid.
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Post by zech on Apr 7, 2009 6:30:12 GMT -5
One thing that Isaac would agree wasn't very unique about him, was his demonic attitude. Such as seeing someone scared or in pain, even if it was just a flash of fright, it made him happy. Some sickly sweet feeling he got from it. And that held no exceptions for Sin. So seeing her jump, even if it was only the slightest bit and because he had come up from behind her, brought an evil little glimmer into those hazel eyes I told you about earlier. The smirk was still spread across his face. Hearing her sigh, it was like hearing a child giggle. Or to him at least. He was straight up demon in that area, sorrow, rage, hatred were his favorite clothes for other people. But on himself, he tried to make sure it never showed. He wasn't like these execution pansies. He didn't try and teach people lessons. Just to leave him alone. By all means, beat the crap out of someone, he doesn't care; as long as it isn't someone he cares for.
Isaac smirked, sitting down on the ground near the girl; crossing his legs in and Indian style. "A spook in the night. A devil with a handsome smile. Maybe a witch with a spell or two up his sleeve. You can never be too careful around here," Zack said, leaning in closer as if he was about to whisper a giant secret. "But don't you worry your pretty head, darling. I'll keep the boogieman at bay." that caused a roar of laughter inside of him. Like he cared what happened to her. She was hot, she looked like a good fuck; nothing more or less to him. If she were the next to be picked for the games, the only sorrow Isaac would feel is never getting to know if she was as good in bed as she was attracting people. He wasn't the only one f that found her pretty, but Isaac was dead set on getting her at least once.
She seemed in one of her "moods". Where she wasn't so shy. These were the times that Isaac enjoyed. She was fiery, had spirit. Other times, she was annoying. "So, my darling, what are you plans for this weekend ahead of us?" Zack's voice held no real care to it. He didn't really care where she was going, really. Just if there was any chance he could squeeze himself into the plans. It wasn't as if his weekend was going to be boring, he had plenty of plans for it; but there was never such a thing as a weekend that was too busy. Plus, if parties kept starting at ten, and he kept being ready at seven like today; then he was going to need something, or one, to do. He couldn't help but notice the moon shining on her made her look more, him, porcelain maybe? Like a doll taken down from grandmothers cabinet. Not his grandmother. He didn't even know his grandparents, but you get what I mean, metaphorically speaking. "You look ravishing in the moonlight, dear." Zack complimented. See, he could be a good guy.
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Post by burn on Apr 7, 2009 6:52:38 GMT -5
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She watched him carefully, not as if she was a hawk surveying her prey for, if it came down to a predator prey situation, it was obvious who was the prey. Not that she would ever admit to it, for admiting to weakness was one thing that this 'side' of her was not too fond of. As a werewolf she was physically strong, but she rarely used this strength to overpower someone, and so it was only really in her wild tempers that her werewolf strength came over her and made her able to defeat even the likes of Zack. As much as he would like to deny it, if he made her angry, his pretty face would not stay that way. Sin momentarily smirked at this thought, if she did that his ego would be crushed. It was almost tempting. Almost.
Zack sat down by her in the same position she was in, though now they sat facing each other. He was so noble as he did it that she gave a snort of laughter. His ego was so large that merely one degrading comment would destroy it, but very few had the heart, and the lack of brains to do so. They let him live within his little illusion. She raised her eyebrows slightly at his words and let a wry smirk play upon her lips, when he lent forward she mirrored the action so as to hear him better. Once again laughter was heard on the atmosphere, but this time it was offered by both of them. The sheer contradiction in his words was enough to make even the quietest of people burst out in laughter.
"There is only one boogieman i need to keep an eye on."
Once again her words were sly and she raised her eyebrows towards him, clearly showing who it was that she meant. Clearly she was flirting, but this attitude she wore as a disguise, it was something that changed her alot, making her so different from her normal self. Many thought she suffered from a multiple personality disorder, yet the only problem was that she was more than aware of what she did and when she did it. There was no confusion, no disorientation, nothing except regret and acceptance. It was not something she could change, it was as much a part of her as her hair. When Zack asked about her weekend, she visibally flinched, it wasn;t something she cared to do but when any subject of a weekend was brought up she could not help but to flinch or cringe, or something similar.
"Maybe, just ... trying to stay at school this weekend."
Subconsiously she ran her right hand to her left arm, had it been the daytime then a healing bruise would be clear to the eye. As such, the light pressure that her hand made only made a small pain shoot up her arm. Almost forgotten, ready to be replaced with new bruises and cuts. As always.
"Whereas you Zack, the moonlight simply makes you look like more of a demon."
Perhaps from her that was a compliment, one could never be quite too sure.
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Post by zech on Apr 7, 2009 7:54:07 GMT -5
Isaac wasn't dumb, and though he may not always seem like it; he paid attention to others. Their body language, the hidden messages in their voice, the emotions in their eyes. It would be impossible to catch when they were vulnerable, or when they were scared; if you didn't. If you just said hurtful things, hoping and praying that they hit a soft spot, you would get no where in this world. Like now, he could feel her eyes on him. Watching his every move. Subconsciously, maybe, deep in the back of his mind, Isaac thought it was her true intentions. But that part of his mind was locked away, and had been for many years. No, now, he thought that it was simply because he was sexy. Who wouldn't want to stare at him, wait for him to do something that made them want to sigh and take an ice shower. Some called him egotistical, some called him vain and prideful, and he knew they were all correct. At least Isaac had enough balls to admit it, as where most just pretended they didn't think of themselves first.
Something amused her. Probably the facade that he cared about her well being, or maybe it was something she knew about him. Really, Isaac couldn't think that he was hiding anything; so worry never even brushed his face. Worrying caused wrinkles, and wrinkles made you look old and disgusting. Though he had plenty of money and could simply get botox or whatever it was that old people got to stay young, he didn't want to look bad when he made it to twenty-five. Because that was the age most demons froze at, or born demons; and there was no way in hell he was going to be ugly for eternity. Now that they were both leaning forward, he loved how the words seemed to amuse her also. She knew him well enough to know that he was faking the feeling of care. Only few people did Zack actually hold those feelings for, and Sin was not one of them. Nor would she ever be.
"Smart and beautiful. Dangerous mixture." Isaac said, taking her comment about the boogieman as a compliment. Nearly anything most people would find insulting he took as a compliment, like being called a boogieman. But he held things in common with the fictional character. Like fear, if he wanted to scare the shit out of someone, it was definitely possible. And there are other things that he just didn't want to think about. "Then again, dangerous things always seem to be better. Am I right?" of course I'm right. Isaac added on in his head. It was easy to tell that she was flirting, and he was adding the same emotion into his words. He wondered if she wanted to accompany him to the party later tonight. Shy or not, he would find a way to keep her from being a wall warmer.
Isaac was slightly distracted from his thoughts and planning when she flinched at his simple question. It made curiosity burn in his mind as to why the weekend would be such a scary thing, but her answer made him quickly forget his pondering. "Well, my dorm is open for your use." again, humor laced the words and he held back laughter at how much it sounded like a friendly gesture. "There will be a small price to pay though, Darling." Zack added on. Nothing in life was free, even an escape for the weekend. No, scratch that, especially an escape for the weekend. Zack almost asked why she didn't want to go home, staying at school sounded so boring. He did, because his home was too far away to fly back and forth every weekend; but given the chance and he'd choose his house. "Comfortable bed, free TV and computer use. It's like a hotel only cheaper." it was almost the truth. It was cheaper money wise, that was the last thing he needed. The fee would be a favor in the sexual variety.
Sin's next set of words made a grins spread across his lips, parting them in an almost wicked way. "Nighttime is where people's true colors come out." Isaac stated in a believing tone. Night life was his favorite time. The day was so boring, so overrated. You went to school, you learned how to take orders, then you went home and worked your ass off just so you could graduate and do it all over working a nine to five job. As for at nighttime, you were free. You didn't have to listen to anyone, and the women normally flocked to those who looked more dangerous. And what could Isaac say, maybe it was his devilish good looks or the fact he was a demon, but he got more girls then those want to be punks that hung around the club. "You should come to a party with me. If I arrived with one so gorgeous as yourself, I would be the envy of everyone." Isaac mainly just wanted to get her drunk, that way she wouldn't really think of the word 'no'.
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Post by burn on Apr 8, 2009 6:30:07 GMT -5
Sin was naturally suspicious, she did not take anything for granted yet she often would not take anything at all, for if she did it would mean allowing somebody to become close enough to her. Closeness was not something she could allow, for closeness and commitment meant that she had to trust somebody else with her problems, although it was not a written law, it was unspoken, expected. Yet it was the one thing she could not give. She could give her body and her affection but she could not give her mind, her heart or her love. They were forbidden, in a guise of self protection.
Smart and beautiful? She could not help but to shake her head slightly. Only Issac would take that as a compliment, she should have guessed that he didn't have the esteem to see anything as an insult unless it was spelled out for him in a rather large font. His words made her laugh slightly, danger was more interesting? There was certainly some truth in that, but then there was often more who felt that comfort and safety were appealing too, someone who would look after you rather than someone who would feed you to the wolves just for a good laugh.
"But there is comfort in safety also. Not that you would understand that."
Sin raised her eyebrows at the suggestion that she stay in his dorm over the weekend? It was obvious, to both of them what this 'small price' would be and she could tell that it was obvious he would enjoy this price more than she would. The only problem here, was that to Sin this offer of his was sorely tempting. Any sort of sexual encounter with Issac would be without strings attached, fleeting, momentary. If she went home for the weekend, there would be nothing momentary about the bruises and mental damage she refused. With a slight frown she summed him up, her eyes flicking over him almost lazily.
"You have no idea how tempting that offer is Zacky."
A chuckle escaped into the atmosphere and she shrugged slightly, sighing and taking a deep breath before watching him once more. When he offered for her to come to a party with him, she shifted uncomfortably. If Sin was in a mood that she was in now, where confidence blended with aggression, she was not good in crowds. It often overwhelmed her but instead of sneaking away as she usually would, she would stay and make a scene. Not something she wanted to be doing, not yet.
"Might not be the best idea."
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Post by zech on Apr 8, 2009 7:38:09 GMT -5
Not that he would understand that? She was right. Isaac didn't understand it. Why would someone be comfortable in safety. To never know what living was, to not look death in the face and gladly say "fuck you". He didn't understand living in fear. Isaac didn't understand why someone would want to be protected by someone, instead of going out in bullets and being remembered as a fighter. "What is comfortable about safety? Safety only prolongs a boring life." that was what he thought at least. What was the point of having a longer life if you were just going to hide from danger when ever it came knocking? Isaac got so annoyed at the girl sitting in front of him. She was so beautiful, and in some ways, he could see why people called her Sin. But she could just get so quiet, so unamusing that Isaac wished he didn't even chose to talk to her. But moods like these, the flirtatious one, he liked. He enjoyed her then. "If stupid is living life and not hiding from danger, then a moron I am." Isaac mused out, a slight annoyance to his tone. There was nothing stupid about him.
The feeling of aggravation started to melt away when she talked about his offer. At least she was finally considering something like that. "Actually, I made the offer so it would be tempting," Zack said, waiting to hear her say yes or no. That could have been both a rejection and an acceptance. "Accept it then. Food, warm bed. If safety is what you're looking for, who do you think is dumb enough to try and come in my room without my permission?" no one would. Well, besides Jax. But he doubted his best friend would hurt her. He was a man whore, yeah; but Isaac was sure he wasn't a rapist. Or abusive. Not that Isaac would really care if he was. If rape wasn't so boring, then he'd probably did it. Pain, agony, all those things were great; but not in sex. "Besides, it's at the school. Like you wanted." Zack continued to try and talk her into accepting the deal before she went back into one of her quiet moments. Those were the times he could not stand her.
Why wouldn't it be a good idea? She seemed in an outgoing mood right now. "Why not? You're dressed to impress, you're not in one of your shitty emo moods; no offense, and you're just sitting in a field rolling daisies. I think someone should enjoy a weekend." Isaac wasn't going to push this nearly as hard as her spending the weekend at his dorm. But it would be a good start. Tomorrow being Saturday; he could just insist he stay at her dorm when they were coming home from the party. "Besides, you can go have fun; and then crash at my dorm if it ends late." Isaac decided to bring out the puppy dog look. Batting his eyelashes and pushing out his bottom lip to do a pout, he looked at Sin in the eyes. "Pretty please, Miss Sin?" Isaac said in a little boy voice, pronouncing his 'r's in a 'w' sound. Like Pwetty and Pwease.
"What's the worst that could happen?" Isaac said, pulling his lip back in.
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Post by burn on Apr 8, 2009 8:20:31 GMT -5
She let out a small laugh, shaking her head slightly. Had she expected him to understand? No. No of course she had not, he was a demon. That just about summed up his knowledge of the appealing nature of a stationary and safe life. Never having to wonder if you were going to die, never having to worry about something unexpected happening. It would be good, what Sin would not have given for it, yet she knew it was something that she would never have the delight to feel. She lived a half life, between safety, fear and sin. But it was all anyone needed really, just a small taste of sin and they were hooked, yet she did not want to become like Issac. Who cared not for the emotions of any other, she would not become like him.
"At least you admit you are a moron."
A sly smile played upon her lips as she watched him carefully, judging his reactions to her words. Did he mind being insulted? How would he react? And to be honest, why did she care? Issac was one person who's emotions did not need to be counted for, she could do whatever she wanted without thinking of how it may affect him. In one way that was why she loved his company, yet for the same reason it was why she hated him. How could someone be so .... ignorant? To how people made him feel. It made her envious in a way.
She could not help but laugh at his words when he was trying to talk her into accepting his offer. The thing was, she had pretty much made up her mind to accept it, despite what his consequences may be. She knew what poison she would rather take, for either option was poison but the better option ... what definatly his.
"Fine Zacky, fine. I accept your offer."
A frown once again played itself upon her expression, he was insulting and trying to be convincing at the same time. It was almost pathetic, almost ... sad. Sin sighed in exasperation and looked at him, the frown changing to an almost tired expression. She pushed herself to her feet, brushing off her black jeans, not that there was any visible dirt upon them.
"You always get your way, don't you?"
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Post by zech on Apr 8, 2009 10:10:40 GMT -5
Apparently something he had said amused her. What, Isaac didn't know. Nor did he really care. She was a werewolf, she was nearly as strong as a demon, equal to a vampire usually, what did she have to fear? Isaac didn't know her life, nor did he care to even put the best foot forward and try to understand her life. To understand why she would think safety was comforting. Isaac just wished that she would realized he was right. Like normal. There was nothing about safety that was comforting, it was the weak's way out of trouble. It was safety zone as a little kid, once you got older; you found out there was no such thing. "Besides. A security blanket only lasts so long before it rips and fades away." Isaac stated. No one would protect you for long, you only had a certain amount of time before you had to stand up on your own two feet and act like an adult.
She was a sharp tongue, he'd admit that. "Mhm. Well, I guess I'm happy I'll die a moronic fighter then a brilliant wimp." Isaac's voice showed no emotion really, just like he normally spoke. He wasn't calling her a wimp, he was just calling anyone who tried to hide from danger a wimp. If she fell into that category, then yes, she was a wimp in Isaac's opinion. And, really, Isaac's opinion was all that mattered to him. He could honestly careless if she thought of him as moronic. In his own mind, he was better then her. She was nothing but a werewolf, and a shy one at that, which was pretty ironic to him. Weren't dogs suppose to be hyper and energetic? It was like a sweet demon. Or, to him. But maybe that was why she had those mood things. One moment she was all shy, sitting in a field, doing nothing; and then now she was calling him a moron. "I think someone needs mental help." Isaac thought to himself.
The laugh, again, could be both good or bad. It could mean a surrendering laugh, or a "Are you serious?" laugh. But from the sounds of it, it sounded like more of an acceptance laugh. Like all the talking he was doing was pointless. Well, besides the fact he had a sexy voice and enjoyed hearing it. A grin spread across his face when she accepted. "Finally." he thought to himself. A pleasure feeling was in his stomach. Not that wimpy love shit that people were so fond of, but more like and another ounce of pride that he had one. That he had finally gotten her to agree to staying in his room, and to pay the little "price" he had mentioned earlier. Which was plain what that was. He was almost sure that she knew it too. If not, then it was just one of those fine prints that she'd have to come to terms with and do it. No pun intended. "I'm glad to hear it." and that was the truth. He liked winning.
Isaac fought back a smile at her frown. Seeing someone sad, it just made him happy. But I think I've explained why enough. Hearing her sigh, he kept the amusement from playing in his eyes. She was sad about the decision she made. Why? He didn't know. Isaac would be glad to be able to crash at his dorm if he didn't live there and wasn't himself. But, then again he was very egotistical. "And I have damn right to be." Isaac thought to himself. The look she gave him, it seemed like she was tired. Tired of what, he didn't know. Nor did he really care. She stood up; and he wondered where she was going. The thought left his mind at her words though. A soft chuckle escaping his lips. "I do believe so. But don't think about it as a bad thing. I promise you'll enjoy the weekend." He wasn't the kind of person that only liked to feel pleasure during sex. He enjoyed making other people feel it too, not because he cared if they were happy, it just boosted his already high self esteem. Besides. The girl needed to get out and party some. "The party isn't till ten. The reason I'm still here." Isaac said, glancing at his watch to see what time it was.
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Post by burn on Apr 9, 2009 6:35:41 GMT -5
Sin had considered many times whether or not she had some sort of mental disease that caused her to withdraw inside herself if things got too scary or too overwhelming. When she was younger, she was very much how she was now: outgoing, courageous. But she seemed to develop a quieter and more solitary side as time went on, as she discovered how painful life could actually be. Sin was unsure as to whether she liked this side of her self, all she knew what that despite how hard she might try, she could not rid herself of her 'other' side, it was part of her now, though it was still separate enough that she could tell the difference between what was her and what was strangely not her.
There was a small, triumphant grin playing upon his lips and she shook her head as she glanced at it. She knew he had won, yet in a way he had also lost, for she had her own reasons for wanting to spend the weekend at his dorm and in her own little way she had also won. This very thought made a matching grin pry its way slowly upon her lips, triumphant at having evaded her father for one weekend. Even one weekend was a good enough break from any suffering she would otherwise endure. But, no. She should stop thinking about that, the pressing matter had been evaded, she would not think about it anymore. Not dwell upon it as he would otherwise enjoy her doing. It was forgotten, now.
"Mm. I'd better enjoy the weekend Zacky, or it'll be our last."
Sin spoke with a dismissing laugh, she didn't truely believe the words herself for she would do anything at all to stay at Forevermore for the weekend. There were worse places in the world than school. Sin smiled and ran a hand through her auburn hair, she was dressed in pretty much all black, allowing her red hair to almost glow vibrantly in the moon light. As he spoke, telling her the party wasn't until later, she scowled. Sin was bored of sitting around.
"Want to take a walk then? I'm bored."
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Post by zech on Apr 11, 2009 0:04:37 GMT -5
Isaac didn't care why or how she could go from quiet to outgoing withing the matter of minutes. It didn't bother him thinking that it might be some major sickness and she could be dead the next day. Hell, even the fact she might be dying didn't bother him. He just wished she would stop doing it, it made her annoying as hell. Or, to him at least. Isaac wasn't like those people who walked down the street, claiming the didn't give a damn about the world and how they would kill any person who tried to tell them otherwise; then turn around and fall in love and save little Timmy from falling down the well. Isaac was the kind of person that claimed all of the above, turned around and fucked someone, and then pushed the kid down the well with his fluffy fur ball following shortly behind him. That show was so dumb, worst then Old Yeller. Anyways. Point was, he really could careless why Sin's moods were all change-y, but was annoyed that they were. Like normal.
As the grin was still on his lips, his mind rushing around about thoughts of how he was victorious; he saw a similar grin spread across her face after she shook her head. This caused, with the grin still in place, him to raise and eyebrow and tilt his head slightly. What was she grinning about? Well, Isaac "knew" what she was grinning about. Of course it was the fact she was going to spend a weekend in his dorm. Who wouldn't want to do that? Isaac, of course, didn't think that it was possibly because she got her wish of staying at the school without having to ask/beg some higher person. No, his mind didn't try to even think of that, it was stuck on her wanting to spend the weekend. Why? Because he was an egotistical asshole, I thought I'd said that. Point is, you'd probably get more caring emotion if you drew a stick figure with it's arms out for a hug, then you would with Isaac.
Was that supposed to be a threat? Did she think they were going to be "together"? Isaac sure has hell hoped not. He didn't mind breaking hearts, but heartbroken chicks just got so damn clingy. It was annoying. That, or they did something to screw him over. Like mess up his car. But seriously, like he was scared that this would be their last weekend. He only needed one. Hell, he only needed a few hours of one day before he was fine with her going off and never talking to him again. But, Zack was smart enough not to say this. That would definitely screw over the weekend plans. "OK, OK. Don't want that to happen." Isaac said, trying to keep the sarcasm from his voice. Part of him didn't think she would be dumb enough to expect an actual relationship from Zack. But part of him was so used to girls expecting that, that Isaac wasn't sure who to expect it from.. If you understand that you're a genius.
Honestly, Isaac wanted to just go to the party already. But he knew going there hours early would just make him look desperate and that was something Zack refused to do. "Yeah. Sure." Standing up, Isaac dusted off the back of his jeans to make sure dirt didn't cling to the fabric. Nothing was more of a turn off then someone with a dirty looking ass, you know? And these were the clothes he planned on wearing to the party. "So, do you want to swing by your dorm and grab some clothes for the weekend? Isaac started, moving over to the direction Sin was standing in before continuing. "Or are you going to just leave me every day to get them?" Isaac asked, standing closer and looking down at her, letting a small pout come to his lips again. Though it made him want to laugh.
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