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Bring It On

Nov 02, 2008 22:40

Who: Alucard and Jinx.
Where: School grounds.
When: Monday, Nov. 3rd, at promptly 0600 hours.
What: Some serious Drill Team, trying to teach bad students a lesson, and bad students being... well... bad.
Warnings: Smoking, swearing, riding crops, impudence and innuendos.

( Trouble with a capital T, which rhymes with P, which stands for Prick! )

alucard, rotc, jinx

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king_no_life November 3 2008, 08:14:17 UTC

It had not been known just how long he had been standing out there. Hours, days, time was of no essence to him, for years were like minutes to him, and the world was changing quickly while he stood the tests against chronos. He had been facing the horizon, bidding goodnight to the darkness and the goddess moon he worshiped and scorned the jealous sun which slowly melted away the blanket of starry twilight ( ... )

hexyoutotuesday November 3 2008, 08:44:03 UTC

Holding her cigarette between her teeth, she flashed the extraordinarily tall man a cheeky grin. It soon faded when he referred to her as trash. There were many things that Jinx had been called in her lifetime, most of which did not phase her, but trash was not one of those. Ashe strode toward her, her brilliant pink eyes narrowed, glaring him down through the darkness of morning. Standing so near to her, she began to realize once again how tall he was, how he towered a good few feet above her, how--she drew in a sharp breath, lips suddenly devoid of her freshly lit cigarette. Pink eyes wide, she felt the kiss of harsh air on her cheek ( ... )

king_no_life November 3 2008, 09:07:49 UTC

Force was something he rarely needed to exert. She seemed to fear not his word or his menacing stature. A seven foot beast of a man with regal garbs that hid what discipline and dexterity lied beneath. He would crush her neatly like the ash of that cigarette he suddenly ground under a shined black riding boot, showering embers across the field.

"What I would enjoy is seeing a pair of breasts on that sticked figure of yours." He retorted as there was a sudden metallic sound, snapping against the ground, and Jinx would find gravity no longer in her favor as he pulled her feet out from under her with a kick of his steel-toed boot.

"A steady habit of this should help you with your little pubertal set-back." And with those words she would find a heavy weight lodged in her spine as the heel of that boot gingerly pressed down, allowing her to get an early morning helping of grits from the natural earth.

hexyoutotuesday November 3 2008, 09:34:10 UTC

Jinx should have reacted faster. She had won national awards as a gymnast, had the reflexes of a cat and could outrun almost anything. She should have seen that coming. Yet she was suddenly falling and those quick reflexes were the only things to keep her from eating mud. Catching her weight on the palms of her hands, she moved to spring up, but something beat her down. His foot on her spine, holding her to the ground as he continued to insult her size. She was a model, and models were supposed to make clothes look like they were still a size zero on a mannequin. That was her internal defense.

"Oh... so you want to fuck with me?" she growled, her voice that low, sultry, almost demonic tone. And she chuckled, letting her shoulders shake as she did so. Jinx made small movements, tiny shifts in weight that was just her testing how much she could move, a deception of trying to get up. "Fine then... let's play." Fighting with gangs in New York, having to get away before her ribcage was kicked in, taught her many things ( ... )

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