eclecticwitch

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

E0633C

Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.
— Danny Kaye

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‘Funny, eh? The disrespect from you colonists! The English motherland, of course! Rule Britannia and all that, eh old chap?’

Aaaah~ She got that one. She had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep her giggles from disturbing the class. Not that it had started yet. Just, she did not want to draw too much attention to herself. A couple of moments later she calmed herself and sighed, hoping to not fall into another fit of giggles. The mirth still lived on her face, curving one of the corners of her lips upwards and brown eyes glistening with tears.

‘Hopped the pond last Friday. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get out of the first few weeks just cause we moved, so now I’m here on the first day. Speaking of my first day, any more tips for the newbie? And speaking of making friends- not that I’m dropping you or anything- but are there any of your mates that you think would hang out with my type?’

She listened attentively to his story, leaning into her arms. She hadn't really met anyone from 'across the pond' before. Maybe once or twice. It was fascinating and she hoped to learn a lot from him. He was also kind enough to reassure her that his question didn't mean her abandonment. What would that trope be called? The sweet bad boy? She couldn't remember, she'd have to ask Johnny about it later. She was considering how to answer his questions when he leaned close. His breath moved her hair and tickled her ear.

‘Everyone here looks a little too preppy for me.'

As he moved back from her she pressed a hand against her ear and her face turned from happy contentment to one of complete and utter wide-eyed shock. Once again she blushed, this time much more furiously. One could practically see the steam coming from her head. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing happened and she glanced about worriedly. People just didn't get that close. She didn't know how to handle it. She turned away from him for a moment and pressed her hands into her face. Breathe. Breathe.

She didn't want to worry him so she peeked shyly back through her hands. "S-sorry..." she managed. He had been saying something else to her but it had been lost completely in her moment of panic. Her heart raced wildly and she was shaking. "Uhm... I'm not used to... I don't mean..." What the hell did she mean? Her brain had stopped and it felt like an old computer trying to reboot complete with AOL online dial-up noises. "You smell nice."

With another few shaky breaths she lowered her hands but the blush and worried frown didn't leave her face. "Uhm... I think the kind of people you might like would be the misfits. Self-named. Aptly so. My best friend since we were babies is one of them. His name is Jun. Archer and Marisol are in the back there." She gestured lightly toward them. "Archer is nice. He tells a lot of jokes, though I don't get most of them. Uhmm... I don't think Marisol likes me. But you might get along well with her." She offered him a small nervous smile as she noticed Johnny enter the room.

Something like relief came over her face to see a familiar person. "Oh hey Johnny. I didn't know it was you." She said, trying to smile but her face felt all hot and her head felt all stupid. She hoped he would get the movie reference. Maybe that would make her feel better. Her right hand began to tap against her thigh.

The Five Senses

Millie

She lifted her hands in the air as the man looked down at her and reached for his weapon. She made a loud tsking sound, ready to pummel the fool if she had to. Hadn't his momma ever taught him how to react to a lady? But then again, she had just watched some girl drown her babe. Luckily it seemed he found her to be no threat. Kitty padded his way up to her and sat back on his haunches. Pale blue cat eyes searched over the man before the cat yawned, stretched and leaned against Millie. She lowered her hands and stroked the giant cat's head.

On the roof. What a bunch of idiots. Millie huffed as she watched one of them create a bridge and they crossed to the next building. Stupid. If one of them fell it was she who would be having to do so much work. MTP was an ass for making her come here. Well, he hadn't made her do anything. He had just heavily implied that some important people might get wounded. And she, being who she was, couldn't let that be. It was then she noticed the cult and made a swift movement to stand in an alleyway between the buildings to hide. She had attempted to grab Turkey's hand to pull him with her but found his weight and frame were far too much for her to budge. Kitty almost tipped from her swift movement, made a huffing sound, and then followed her into the alley. She did not have long before the tall Turkey asked her about some nut named Bob.

As he described the person her eyes grew wide and then slanted in anger. "Ach yeah, that's the roight fookin' coont. Though he gave me some stupid name thinking he was bein' all cleverly. Bob's a good, hearty name. Don't you be messin' about with his ilk. Avatar o' Chaos he be. His type sow nuthin' but troubles and dead in thems wake." She had a sour, pissed off look on her face. Millie's mouth was pulled down in an impressive frown. If there was one thing a person could quickly learn about Millie it was that nothing was said in a simple yes or no when a paragraph of colorful language would do the trick. And also, she was very bad with names.

"Ach, there be no way I can be speakin' that name. You gotta change it," she said quite matter of factly, crossing her arms beneath her bosom and nodding. If he didn't change it, she was going to continue to call him the wrong thing. "I be Millie. That be Kitty. And our friends be making their escape." She pointed up as the last of them got onto the roof across the way. It happened to be the building to which she stood beside now. "Like theives we oughta be trackin' them, silent as the night. Though, with yer build I don't be imaginin' that you be silent nor sneakin' about much. Like a roight damn sign you be." She looked him up and down appraisingly. "Or will ya be surprisin' me, boyo?"

Millie was not the subtle type though and the thought of having to track them through the town made her want to do some dishes very angrily. She glanced about her and noticed a large stone. Picking it up, she chucked it to the absurdly tall guy. "Think you could throw this up there toward 'em? Grab their attention? Don't you be hittin' none of 'em. I don't want to be dealin' with dead weight."

@Fetzen

The Five Senses

Haha, yeah. Its gonna be boat loads of fun! Just you wait~

Stranger in a Strange Land

She did not hear him come up the tree. Just saw him. She closed her eyes and clung desperately to the trunk, prepared to be ripped from it. Instead, large hands wrapped tightly around her feet and she opened her eyes in shock. Looking down at him, he appeared angry. Was he going to hurt her? Throw her from the tree? He began to roughing wipe the blood from her feet, the red staining his hands. He muttered something about clean. Was he worried for her? For the wounds? Maybe she was in some way precious property. The bruises on her arms made her doubt though.

"Ouch! Fuck, that stings. Stop." she attempted to shake his hands off of her but he was clearly stronger. "Please, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." She was shaking and tired. She just wanted to lay down and go to sleep. Maybe when she woke up she would be back home. This would be just some weird vivid nightmare. Or maybe a cousin had slipped her some high-quality drugs and she was freaking out her family. "Say something," Willa whispered, letting herself balance more on the branch and loosening her grip on the trunk. It was now she noticed the alien was also very very naked. A hot blush formed over her cheeks and she hid her face back against the tree.

Stranger in a Strange Land

She ran through the thick trees. Sticks and rocks stabbed at her feet but she hardly noticed. Fear made her body pump adrenaline through her veins. There had to be a way out. Another door or something.

Smack!

What had looked like a continuation of the land was actually a wall. She ran into it face first and fell backward. She rubbed a hand over bruised nose and winced. She couldn't stay. Willa picked herself up and ran alongside the wall, her fingers touching it in case there was a door. It seemed to be forever until she came to the next wall. Still nothing.

Her legs were getting shaky and tired. Lactic acid built up in her muscles and burned. Willa's breath was coming out ragged and she felt she might throw up again. Turning away from the walls she headed back into the forest. As her ancient ancestors had done before, she found a tree and climbed up into the foliage. She hoped the thick green leaves would hide her. At least for a while. Near the top, she clung to the trunk and tried to catch her breath.

How long before he found her? What was he going to do? Slapping him had been a mistake. One she was sure she couldn't apologize for and let bygones be bygones. He would punish her. Use violence against her. He had already proven he could. Willa noticed her feet were torn up and bleeding. She would have trouble walking again. She couldn't run anymore.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

E0633C

“Cute is when a person’s personality shines through their looks.”
– Natalie Portman

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"Really? Sweet! Can I have your lunch money and your phone?"

Bea stiffened. She didn't understand the laugh. She had said he could take what he needed but this was a bit cruel. Her impassive face turned to confusion as she pulled the flip phone from her pocket and started to hand it to him. Her hand was shaking. Maybe he just needed to make a quick call? As for lunch money, she always brought her own lunch. She didn't carry cash either, just the credit card her fathers let her use when she needed something. She never bought more than art supplies with it though.

"Just joking... What makes you think I don’t like you? I’ve only been talking to you for five minutes and it’s not like you’ve been a dick. I’m not about to turn around and ditch you as soon as I see another person walk in."

Oh. She put the phone back into her pocket and considered him a moment. He had just been joking. Right? So he did consider them to be at the beginning of a friendship? A blush formed over her cheeks and turned the tips of her ears all red. He really didn't mind talking to her? She looked down and began to push her curls to help cover some of her face. She didn't know what to think of that. He wasn't the type of person - at least didn't look like the type of person - who would be interested in her. He looked like the type of person who would hang out with much cooler people. People who would make a ruckus at the park or drink beer in the parking lot.

"I'm a bit... strange. I sometimes say the wrong thing. Or I accidentally say something mean. So, I think I make a lot of people uncomfortable. And being friends with me might hurt your chances to find other friends. Maybe." She sighed and turned more in her seat. Laying her arms over the back she rested her chin on her hands. Her blush had begun to diminish and the much more natural resting bored face returned. "But I'd be glad to be friends with you. If it turns out you don't like me just say so. It won't hurt me."

Bea studied his face again before saying, "Where are you from? You speak funny." She lifted one of her fingers and tapped her lips.

Stranger in a Strange Land

Willa shivered at his cold touch. His fingers trailed down her shoulder and she shuddered to think what he might do. This had to be some sort of weird alien sex party. Disgusting. She was not sure whether she should be afraid or absolutely abhorred to the idea. Mayhaps both? The young woman brought her blushed face up toward him again, a look of grim defiance set in her eyes and mouth. They stared at each other and a brave part of her dared him to do something stupid. To give her an excuse, as if her kidnapping wasn't already enough of one.

Then his lips opened just a touch. She saw the blue-white of electricity there and her eyes widened. The shock came next and her body involuntarily shuddered. Rather than keep her naked form covered, her hands came up to his arms and she leaned against him to hold herself upright. A cry of shock and pain left her throat. She barely noticed the hands on her hips. The way he looked down maliciously at her. All she could feel was hot lightning flowing through her form. It elicited a reaction from every nerve and demanded something from her. When at last the fire in her body succeeded, she leaned heavily against the tall alien's frame.

Panting, she looked up at him and then frowned. She could hear the cheers and jeers of the crowd above. How dare they. Her eyes narrowed.

How fucking dare they.

Before she could register the action, she raised a hand, reached up and slapped him. After the deed was done and she realized what it was she did - he eyes again grew wide. Willa wrestled herself from his grasp and began to run. Where to she did not know. Just away. She had stopped thinking about her naked form. Instead, all thoughts were on escape.

Stranger in a Strange Land

She was barely aware of her clothing removing itself. It left her lightly tanned flesh visible. There were patches of white showing the shape of her favorite swimsuit. A breeze blew over her and she shivered. Sitting up in confusion she found that her breasts were bared to the world. She quickly tucked her arms over them and hugged her knees to her chest in order to hide her naked form.

She saw the sky open and she gasped. Brown eyes grew wide as she stared at the strange faces above. Pointing. Sick. This was fucking sick. She couldn't understand them, but she imagined they were like children at the zoo. She lifted one of her hands and shakily gave the gap in the sky the middle finger. It didn't matter if they understood it. She felt better doing it. How dare they look in on her devastation and embarrassment? How day they make fun and enjoyment out of her slavery?

Then the alien bid her stand. She just stared at him. Stand? Naked? Was this some sort of perverted sex thing?

She slowly shook her head and he demanded she stand again. This time he offered the demand with a threat and she bit her lip. Was he really going to hurt her? Meekly she brought herself from the ground as quick as she could. One arm lay over her chest and the other allowed her palm to cover a more private place. "I need my clothes back," she said quietly. But her tone was hot with something like rage perhaps?

Willa slowly approached him and tilted her chin up. "Please. I need something to cover myself. It's... inappropriate." She didn't know how to explain to this alien - that a woman did not show her figure in this way unless it was to someone she cared about or trusted. Would he really understand it? A hot blush had formed over freckled cheeks. In her clothless state, her freckles could be found on other places of her body as well. She tilted her head forward, long brown waves falling over her shoulder and hiding her face. This was so fucking cruel. She wanted to kick him in the balls. Did he have any? Or maybe stab him. Yeah... stabbing might be nice. Whatever it took to get her out of here and back home.

Stranger in a Strange Land

Metal like hands grasped her upper arms and hauled her to her feet. Her joints, already battered by the tentacles, screamed in pain again as the tips of her toes dragged along the floor. She would have bruises on her upper arms, these beings gripped her so tightly. She hardly registered her surroundings. Her eyes remained on the back of the strange person... the alien.

What did they want?

Why had they taken her?

Why her?

The alien stepped through the doorway which had opened and the androids followed suit. Once inside they dropped her and her knees hit the ground with a tooth-jarring thud. It looked like Earth. It felt like Earth. Her fingers grazed over the blades of emerald green grass. The sky was bright with a few clouds trekking their way across the great expanse. She crawled forward a bit, not quite believing what it was she saw. If she had woken up here first, Willa would have never suspected anything more than the typical run of the mill kidnapping.

Each move forward told her brain this was truly grass. The crisp, clean air was that of Earth. The dirt which pressed under her nails was actual real dirt. She sat back, brushing her hair from her face. Her new home, he said. She didn't want a new home. She had a perfectly good one before this. "What do you want from me?" Willa looked up at him as fresh tears began to obscure her vision. "Please, take me back home. I don't wanna be here. I just want to go home." She began to sob and curled up into a ball in the grass.

Stranger in a Strange Land

The person the eyes belonged to came from the dark with such feline grace he could not be human. Of course, this was made fact further by his tall and lanky appearance. He was ethereally beautiful and sickeningly terrifying. His clothes reminded her of something like a fancy space butler. Her mouth dropped open, not sure if it wanted to try screaming again. Her brown eyes found themselves locked onto his gold. Who... no what was he? Her mind raced while it stood still, unable to make the hurdles of understanding. Like a child, she stared at the monster in her closet.

Thick, ropey material wrapped themselves around her arms and legs, unceremoniously hoisting her up. Her joints screamed in distress from the sudden and unkind movement. Finally, her throat allowed sound through and she gasped in pain. She tried to pull against them and free herself. The tentacles merely tightened and pulled harder to keep her still. She found that despite being raised up from the floor she came only to his chest. Even on Earth, she was small, but his height dwarfed her. Made her realize her own inferiority to this being.

He could probably kill her.

She stopped trying to escape.

The collar around her neck was cold and she hissed with dissatisfaction. While it wasn't painful, she could feel the wires penetrating her flesh. Her muscles tightened in an unbidden response to keep the things from invading her. Alas, all for naught. And then she was on the ground again, her legs crumpled beneath her as she was dropped. He wanted her to follow. Willa attempted to stand but only managed to half-raise herself before her butt became friends with the ground. Again. "Where am I?" she asked in a breathy whisper. She shook horribly. Her whole body felt like jelly. "Who are you?"