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Aug 15, 2006 01:58

Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Season Begins' / Tuesday, November 29 / 7:13 pm
Location: 4th floor not far from library
Open To: Dex the Stalker XDDD
Currently Involving: Audrey the Queen XD

( The artist and the creep )

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a_thrillkill August 16 2006, 05:58:18 UTC

"It must be nice..." he ventured, and somehow his voice was in her ear.

How he'd got there, it was a mystery. Dex had an eery talent for quiet, for stealth and liquid shadow movements, as though he was part of the scenery when he wished to be -- what Audrey so disparagingly refused to become. And it was at times poignantly obvious, when he watched her, how she determined to stand out. Not because she was outlandish, or defied trends, or even misbehaved. No, it was in the way she fit so delicately and perfectly into the trends, as if she upheld them -- as if she mothered society itself, and all other people, events, smiles, woes... they flowed out from her like ripples and waves and so many veins. As it should be, as if she was queen of it all, and had been since The Beginning ( ... )

audreyrochester August 16 2006, 08:02:04 UTC

Audrey had kept herself busy with her painting, the medium sized portrait slowly coming to life as her smooth, light strokes took on a life of their own; the brush in her hand forming the outline to what would soon be a masterpiece that only Audrey could create. After a long, tiring day, this was exactly what she needed. The cure to her fatigue. The medicine to revive her body, soul, and mind ( ... )

a_thrillkill August 17 2006, 00:08:05 UTC

His smile grew wider. The smiling, human jack-o-lantern. And he drew a few breaths further away from her, giving her that precious space to make her feel safe, even if she wasn't. Not really. My apologies, his retreating movements seemed to say, O Princess Mine. Even a slight bow, an inclination of his head, was bestowed upon her. Only the best for Her Majesty of Self-Deception.

"My mistake," he hummed almost gently, but the flicker of his eyes was like ice. Sharp, glacial, able to sink your ship in the night while you danced on the candlelit deck, none the wiser. "I merely thought..." And then he turned his back to her, playing games as always, hands behind his back. The scissors were there, silver metal glinting in the torchlight, dangling carelessly. A reminder.

A correction, "I merely hoped there was more to you than lovely oils and lacy brush strokes." Ah, and there he might have got her. Perhaps. Bating her with veiled insults bejeweled as compliments. He charmed snakes, and insecure children, Dex Thrillkill ( ... )

audreyrochester August 17 2006, 07:23:00 UTC

Audrey felt infinite relief once Dex drew back from the invisible bubble that surrounded her, letting out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Having the capacity to breathe again, though, did not merit full comfort or the amenity to feel at ease. To feel safe. For how could one feel secure when there was a man standing only a few inches away, flashing the sharp, silver scissors he kept on his person at all time? No. By all means, Audrey did not feel safe in Dex Thrillkill's presence ( ... )

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