....Is that a trap?
Who: Anton Vreznik (pavlovswhistle )+OPEN
What: A little bit of crossdressing and mindfuckery with those in Igura
Where: Igura Battlegrounds
When: June 1st, Late Night
Warnings: A boy in a Catholic School girl uniform with asthma, screwing with the minds of Igura players
Falling to the ground, back first it could be declared a loss--but no. There's a secret. A red plaid skirt gets hitched up to her mid thighs, revealing a good deal of flesh, exposing her knees and most of her upper legs. Her knee-high socks are torn down the middle, and she looks up at the man who's just defeated here with a bit of honest surprise. She has lost, and she wasn't dead. A smug smile appears on her face and she says softly.
"...What are you going to do to me now?"
The victor merely laughs a bit and crouches down, placing a very calloused and masculine hand on her thigh, causing the girl to blush as the hand squeezes her flesh. He chuckles, uttering something to the witness to the fight about how he doesn't see many girls wearing something so revealing in this game. The man grabs at the tag hanging around the girl's neck and tugs it, looking rather disappointed as he only finds one of them. The girl smiles a bit, incredibly amused as this man stares at the broken chain. The tag is fake, and thus reads: Anton Vreznik, Room 905--White Magnolia: Exchange this for free whistle play!
The girl then reveals something, her voice then changes as she quickly gets herself to her feet. She grabs the victor's hands and shoves it under the skirt--placing it right between their legs.
"Sorry t'disappoint ya--but I'm a dude."
Then releasing the mans hand, taking note of his fury and angry words--Anton runs. And it is now clear, that this is not a girl. This...just so happens to be a boy who likes to screw with the heads of Igura players. And man, did he have fun with it.
Women's clogs clash down on the pavement as the boy runs, feeling more and more uncomfortable as he wears the girls school uniform, wishing he had some jeans to change into or something to keep from flashing his femininely-shaped-but-not-actually-female behind to anyone who might be watching him sprint. His chest was burning from running. This is why he preferred it when the people he fought were good sports and took him up on his little discount. It was the ones that chased after him prepared to skin his five-foot-two-Russian-ass that he didn't like...And fuck--he needed his inhaler, because his chest was on fire.
Turning a corner sharply, he dove into a corner--he needed to hide for now, just long enough to keep his longs from trying to commit seppuku.
What: A little bit of crossdressing and mindfuckery with those in Igura
Where: Igura Battlegrounds
When: June 1st, Late Night
Warnings: A boy in a Catholic School girl uniform with asthma, screwing with the minds of Igura players
Falling to the ground, back first it could be declared a loss--but no. There's a secret. A red plaid skirt gets hitched up to her mid thighs, revealing a good deal of flesh, exposing her knees and most of her upper legs. Her knee-high socks are torn down the middle, and she looks up at the man who's just defeated here with a bit of honest surprise. She has lost, and she wasn't dead. A smug smile appears on her face and she says softly.
"...What are you going to do to me now?"
The victor merely laughs a bit and crouches down, placing a very calloused and masculine hand on her thigh, causing the girl to blush as the hand squeezes her flesh. He chuckles, uttering something to the witness to the fight about how he doesn't see many girls wearing something so revealing in this game. The man grabs at the tag hanging around the girl's neck and tugs it, looking rather disappointed as he only finds one of them. The girl smiles a bit, incredibly amused as this man stares at the broken chain. The tag is fake, and thus reads: Anton Vreznik, Room 905--White Magnolia: Exchange this for free whistle play!
The girl then reveals something, her voice then changes as she quickly gets herself to her feet. She grabs the victor's hands and shoves it under the skirt--placing it right between their legs.
"Sorry t'disappoint ya--but I'm a dude."
Then releasing the mans hand, taking note of his fury and angry words--Anton runs. And it is now clear, that this is not a girl. This...just so happens to be a boy who likes to screw with the heads of Igura players. And man, did he have fun with it.
Women's clogs clash down on the pavement as the boy runs, feeling more and more uncomfortable as he wears the girls school uniform, wishing he had some jeans to change into or something to keep from flashing his femininely-shaped-but-not-actually-female behind to anyone who might be watching him sprint. His chest was burning from running. This is why he preferred it when the people he fought were good sports and took him up on his little discount. It was the ones that chased after him prepared to skin his five-foot-two-Russian-ass that he didn't like...And fuck--he needed his inhaler, because his chest was on fire.
Turning a corner sharply, he dove into a corner--he needed to hide for now, just long enough to keep his longs from trying to commit seppuku.