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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 25, 2011 22:35:31 GMT -5
Knox walked through the halls easily, Psych was asleep on a fluffy bed that was nice and warm and Knox planned for him to sleep for at least another thirty minutes, plenty of time for him to get what he wanted to done. He withdrew his keys from his pocket, careful not to make them jingle as he worked the right key into the lock and opened the door to the room. He walked right to the desk that he needed and scooped up the contact lenses cases that were there. The God shoved them deep into his right pocket and pulled a whole bunch of the exact same cases from his left, replacing the old ones to the T. He then checked her night stand for any that she might use and when he was satisfied that she didn't have any hidden he left the room with a note fluttering form his pocket. The note read 'Don't Blame Me'.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jul 25, 2011 22:50:53 GMT -5
That morning, Kyle had been rushing around trying to get ready for class due to the simple fact she had overslept. Applying her eye liner carefully she almost cursed as she went to her desk and put in her contacts quickly. Making sure that her vest was buttoned up with the tank top under it, her black pants hugging her hips, she slipped into her favorite pair of heels and rushed out to class. The day went by in a blur, with her threatening Nymphos like usual, but more than usual people had been avoiding her eyes. It was odd, but maybe her reputation was finally getting her a bit more hard earned respect around here, just for her. Feeling more confident, she went to her room after her last class and dropped her back pack, letting down her long hair with a sigh.
Walking to the bathroom she went to the mirror to check her make-up and then froze. Touching her face, right under her eyes, she let out a scream of anger and stormed out of the room. Her hands were curled into fists as she slams the doors behind her. Going down the stairs towards the Shadow Court ballroom, she was cursing under her breath. Everyone that she came across quickly got out of her way and tried to dodge her. No one wanted to get in her way once they saw the rage in her eyes as she pushed open the doors of the ballroom,and then saw Psych.
It was almost as if all she saw was red as she grabbed his shoulders and slammed him up against the wall next to the doors, her brown eyes filled with anger, making them gleam. "Contacts......where the fuck are they?!"She almost growls, her voice cold and sharp. |
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 25, 2011 23:03:54 GMT -5
Psych jumped when the doors slammed open. He wasn't able to move as he was pressed face first into the wall. "The fuck are you talking about Kyle?!" he asked while he struggled against her, but her rage made her just strong enough to hold him in place. Knox grinned at the wall, the green contacts only one shade off or Psychs eyes and no one ever dared to look him in the eyes, so no one noticed that they were wrong. The God continued to struggle, acting as if he was offended at being slammed into the wall, acting exactly like Psych.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jul 25, 2011 23:07:53 GMT -5
Keeping him pinned against the wall, she moved back just enough to spin him around, her hands gripping his shoulders as she glared at him. Slamming him against the wall again, she glared at him, her brown eyes full with the rage. "My.....contacts......you or that fucking sadist took them......one of you better give me my fucking contacts back!!" She screamed that time and slammed him back against the wall again, clearly not caring if she was hurting him at the moment. Dark locks of hair were falling in her face as she glared at him, trying to breath normally through her anger. True there were Shadow Court members watching, but she didn't give a shit. If any of them touched her she'd lay into them with enough punches to send them to the nurse, and her ass probably straight to detention. |
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 25, 2011 23:28:30 GMT -5
Psych got a psycho grin and he said, in a matter-fact tone that only Knox could pull off, only Knox's voice sounded right with that tone. "Now now, you saw my note right? You're supposed to obey the wise words of a God." Knox let her throw him around. The Members of the court kept their distance, having been ordered to by their King and their God. Knox watched her with that sick grin, he was a man of many talents, this God was, but pissing kyle off was his most natural talent of all.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jul 25, 2011 23:33:13 GMT -5
Kyle's eyebrow gave a slight twitch and she slammed him against the wall again. "May whatever true Gods there are damn you Knox! Give me back my fucking contacts!" She growled, not really caring that she was making a spectacle of herself. Maybe people would avoid her now and stop treating her as if she were a full member of their damn court that should obey Psych and Knox. Almost giving another twitch, she leans leans in very close to him, eyes staring into his with such anger. "Tell me where my contacts are you overly conceded ass hole..." she trailed off, her voice a mock sweet tone as she glares at him, holding back the urge to punch him for now. |
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 25, 2011 23:40:27 GMT -5
Knox laughed out loud and lifted one foot, nudging at her knee. "Now, where's the fun in that? You have to go and find them. I've given them to a few of my nobles, go find out who." Knox moved his arm slowly, as if he was going to make himself more comfortable by leaning into the wall and waiting for her to try and punch him. Then he'd get loose and get the irritating green contacts out of his eyes, so she'd know that it was Psych when he let the creature out.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jul 25, 2011 23:44:28 GMT -5
Kyle had to use all of her self control not to just incoherently scream at the fool who took her contacts from her. The clear ones she had in were annoying as fuck. After she punched the hell out of him she was going to take them out, then maybe kick him a bit. Slowly a smile curved her lips, though it was a cruel smile, and almost cold. Letting go of him with one hand,she curled one hand into a fist and shook her head. "I don't do scavenger hunts, Knox," she said firmly, before she took a well aimed punch towards his jaw. |
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 25, 2011 23:52:08 GMT -5
Knox laughed and crouched, rolling to the side that the arm she was using to throw her punch was on. he rolled up and bounced on his feet. The sadist grin on his face get even more happy and wide as she crushed her hand into the wall. He liked making her hurt, it was going to be fun to finally break her to his will. he mentally checked on Psych, who was bound to the wall, a hood over his face to blind him and make him deaf. He had no idea that any of this was transpiring.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jul 25, 2011 23:58:36 GMT -5
Kyle let out a howl of pain as she hopped up and down, holding her hand against her chest with a grumble. Looking over at Knox she kicked at him. "Fucking bastard!! Just give me my damn contacts! What the hell do you get out of this?" She grumbled, her eyes narrowing at him as she shook out her hand twice. Letting a sigh leave her lips she shook her head, flexing her fingers, glad she hadn't broke the damn thing against the wall. With her luck it could have happened, and that would have been lovely to explain to the nurse. Well you see ma'am, I was trying to punch Knox and he ducked. Oh that would get her reputation waaay down. Damnit. |
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 26, 2011 0:22:29 GMT -5
Knox chuckled and walked forward. He waved the courtiers away and the crowed instantly thinned out. He lent in close to her, know she'd strike out, but he was ready for it. "Now, what would you be willing to give me for your contacts?" he whispered against her skin, his hot breath on her neck made him chuckle softly.
In the crowed that was still around, there was a small girl that clung to two cases of her contacts. She was dressed brighter then the others in the court, in a silk dress that was layered and the color of lavender, she was the only one that ever wore light colors - aside from Alena, because it was the sign that she was employed directly by Knox. Knox glanced at her and smiled then went back to looking at Kyle, waiting her her to move.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jul 26, 2011 12:26:15 GMT -5
Kyle had to use all of her self control not to shiver from the feel of heat against her throat. Letting out a slow breath, she tried to compose herself, curling both of her hands into fists to keep herself completely still. Closing her eyes, she was silent for several long moments before her brown eyes slowly opened, and glared at the man standing so close to her, her eyes cold. "What the hell do you want, Knox? Anything sex related and castration is the next step here." Her voice was firm, cold, and determined as her hands flexed at her side. Trying not to hit him, she fidgeted from heeled foot to heeled foot.
If she had to at least try and negotiate so she could get all of her contacts back, she would. At the moment though, she was trying to think of a way she could trip him and pound her fist into his face several times. The thought made a slightly demented grin curve her lips as she looked at him and simply waited for him to speak. Fucking smug idiot. |
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 26, 2011 15:56:14 GMT -5
Knox rocked back on his heels and grinned at his prey easily. "Spend a day with me, and you get one pair of contacts back. And by me, it's me or Psych." The God looked at Ana, who walked up to them, her dress shushing across her knees as she walked. She stopped next to him and held up one of the cases. Knox patted her head and waited for Kyle's reply. He was happy with himself, he'd just thought of the one thing for one case thing.
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Post by Kyle Ann Warren on Jul 26, 2011 16:01:34 GMT -5
Kyle narrowed her eyes at the man, shaking her head with a grumble. Looking at Analise, she almost cursed, then looked back to Knox, her eyes hateful towards the both of them. "Oh? Spending a day with you would, either of you, would consist of me trying to kick the hell out of you and get more of my contacts. Three cases if you want me to behave on the day I spend." Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked at him challengingly. That had to be tempting in some sense. The fact that she'd have to behave on some level, and then she'd only have to find a way to get one more case of contacts. Just one more. Just. One. Trying to stay calm, she waited, not looking at Analise. She knew from the beginning where the girl's loyalties lay, but at the moment if she looked at her she'd want to punch her. |
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Post by William 'Psych' Turner / Knox on Jul 26, 2011 16:35:58 GMT -5
Knox's voice was light and playful. He wasn't taking her seriously at all. "Two." he said easily and Ana stacked her other pair over the first in her hand. Knox knew what it was gonna take to get him to give her the last case and Ana knew, too. That made him chuckle lightly. The other person with the other pair of contacts slipped up behind Kyle and tossed the case to Ana, then folded his arms over his chest, keeping her from going much of anywhere.
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