Borrowed (M)

Subject: Borrowed (M) Tue Jan 10, 2012 11:11 pm

Please be aware that this Role-play thread is rated "M" for mature.
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This Space is For Character Bios and back stories when the writers finally get around to doing them.

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Wed Jan 11, 2012 12:47 am

+ Liam +

Smokes...
He nudged them out of the way as he swatted at his alarm clock, literally the second before it went off.

He sat up slowly, dragging his bottom half to the edge of the bed where his feet firmly planted to the floor. He stood, he stretched, he yawned, then he got down on all fours and began his workout routine.

One hundred push-ups. He didn't look the way he did just by sitting around. One hundred sit ups. He wasn't quick to hide his junk covered loosely by silky-cotton boxers when his father came in to check on him.
"Son..." His father said in a dry tone, their relationship was rocky at best, he was better off with just his mum if she'd ever leave this prick.

"Dad," He patronized, a small bead of sweat dripped down his forehead.

"School starts today..." His father tried.

"It's nothing, I'm a bit busy, if you don't mind..."

"Right."

The door closed and he continued his routine, then stood in the mirror, poking his trained, but not muscular pectorals. To anyone he had the build of a martial artist, though, he was a bit more lanky and wiry. His eyes were a bright blue, the color of the oceans in Greece, his hair was the color of licorice, his lips the color of cherries. He was handsome, indeed, and he knew it all too well. He wouldn't boast, but he walked like a handsome fellow, he acted like a handsome fellow. Good in every subject, excellent in every social situation, fantastic in bed. He smiled and pulled on a long sleeved t-shirt, then a pair of accentuating jeans.

yes, today would be a lovely day...

he grabbed his smokes, pushed them into his back pocket, and made his way downstairs to his mother, his two younger sisters, and his father all eating a delicious home-made meal.

♪ Harmony ♪

Sing...

She woke up abruptly and brushed away the sleep from her eyes, glancing miserably at the clock that just shook her from a beautiful, brilliant dream. She was on stage there, she was elegant looking and beautiful. She sounded like an angel, millions of people came to her theatre to hear her sing...

But... It was just a dream. She was average at best, pasty white and freckled with big doe eyes and springy fiery mane. Her lips were too thin, her confidence too little. She was thin and flat, just like her mother. Her voice was the only asset worth mentioning, and even then it was mentioned quietly. No one would ever idolize someone like her.

Up she rose, throwing her duvet off of her lap, she dressed quickly and methodically. Her outfit was picked out weeks before, she was a little spoiled and a little rich, but she was humble in all the things that counted, never inviting friends to her place, too embarrassed of her upbringing. Her father was a politician, though she'd deny it if anyone ever mentioned it, her mother was an artist, once a small-time singer, but she lost her voice in some mysterious accident--or so it was told.

She bounded downstairs, barely missing her kid brother who stood at the stairwell looking at her with a big grin. He was handsome like her father, and she was plane like her mother. It was a horrible tragedy, and a horrible situation.

She sat at the breakfast table without a word as her brother came flying into the kitchen asking a trillion questions about today's events. She'd answer in short, staccato sentences, and avoid eye contact all the way. Today didn't feel right. Today she knew something horrible was to happen.

* Macy *

Swoon...

She was everything she wanted in a partner. The eyes, the hair, the attitude. She had a whole bad-girl thing going, it was brilliant and it made little parts of her weak and wanting.

She sat beside her best friend on the train, licking her lips when she wasn't looking. It didn't matter that they knew each other since nursery, every year she seemed to fall deeper and deeper in love with her. Her eyes widened when she was asked a question. She fumbled to answer--her friend had caught her day dreaming.

It was something simple, she could grunt a 'mmhmm', which was a relief. Her best friend went back to chattering away. At first her eyes fell to her lips, watching them move, wishing she could press hers gently against hers just to shut her up for a few minutes, then down they went, her bust, she blushed and darted further down. A hand draped over her lap. She was wearing a punky plaid outfit, she always looked good in alternative clothing. She smiled a little and imagined just reaching out and grasping her hand, grasping it tightly, kissing the back of her hand gently.

She knew her best friend was a lesbian, she knew it every time she'd go through girlfriends like she went through underwear. It was a sad, sad thing, that the only girl who loved her unconditionally was the one girl she'd never notice like that. She was pretty, too, a naturally tanned complexion that was complimented by naturally honey brown hair and hazel brown-green eyes. Beauty was something she did have, but she'd hardly flaunt it. The only one worth flaunting it to was a million miles away on another plane, and she was always in the friend zone.

Another question. She muttered and answer--this time she was paying a little more attention--something about lunch came up, it was a snowflakes chance in hell that it was a date thing--her best friend always asked her out for lunch, but there was still that hope, that unrequited hope.

= Blaine =

Sigh...

There wasn't anything he could say or do to make them shut up. They always would wake an hour before him, but never did they typically start arguing until far after he left. He listened as they shouted and shook his head.

He was a perfect mix of them, favoring neither his father or mother. His eyes were hazel, a mix of his mother's blue eyes, and a mix of his father's grey-green-gold eyes. He had a strong chin, accentuated Adams apple and fine features. He wasn't a looker though, no, his best friend Liam nearly always stole the limelight. But that was okay with him, he didn't mind being shadowed by THE great William James Patrick. They had been best friends since the dawn of time--well, okay not that long, but, at least since they were born. Their parents were friends with one another, which was no wonder that every time he would complain to Liam about his parents, the next day a phone call to his mom or dad would set them right again for... a week or so.

He didn't know any better, he suspected that everyone acted that way, and that he was just a socially inept young adult. He hardly spoke when spoken to, and when he did it didn't much matter because someone else would speak in his stead. Arguing seemed the last thing from his mind, raising his voice seemed trivial.

He kept to his books, his fantasies. He kept to the physical hunger that grew in his body every time a pretty girl swooned into his best friends arms. He was a virgin, a plane, dirty blonde haired, grey eyed, slightly fit but slightly flab 18 year old guy. It was a sad, strange existence, but trough his imagination: it didn't seem so bad.

He only wished, walking downstairs, that his imagination would carry him away, just long enough to enjoy a bowl of porridge and an apple. His father stormed out of the kitchen and pushed him into the door--accidentally, of course--and his mother stood there, beside the sink, shaking her head as she lit a cigarette to her mouth. She smiled at him and ruffled his thick, straight tuffs of hair.

"You need to wash, Blaine," she teased him.

"Yeah... breakfast..." he answered groggily, rubbing his face as he adjusted his glasses.

"Right, right, what would you like you invalid," she teased.

He shrugged. "Porridge?"

"A question or a demand?"

"Please?"

His mother pulled her best smile as she began making him a little something. He knew all too well that as soon as he left the house, as soon as his father left too, she'd start crying. She always pretended to be so resilient, but he could always see right through her.

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:11 am

Rhyder

the bitch

Her long dyed purple hair cascades down her back her deep naturally purple eyes obscured by whiteout contacts. she has her ears, lips, nose, sternum, and collar bone pierced her lips are colored black like her nails her tight leather pants tight top and black leather jacket makes her look intimidating despite the fact that she's barely 5'4'' she gets on the bus walking towards the back people part in front of her and they even move, they know her and they know where she wants to sit no one wants to sit next to her no ones brave enough and that's the way she likes it. She's very intelligent and views most people with disgust thinking that they are self centered idiots who only care for themselves.

she spots the two obvious lesbians as she walks past clearly there's attraction between them but their body language says neither of them is willing to make the first move. she often debates on weather or not to give them a push towards each other knowing they will be happier for it. Again she ignores the urge and takes her seat at the back of the bus glaring down the row. she reaches into her coffin bag and puts in her headphones blaring an eclectic mix of hard rock metal death metal and classical as the journey continues.

Alex

the queen

He wakes up in the morning stretches and heads to the bathroom glaring in hatred at his male body. For as long as he can remember he's wanted to be a girl. Never once has he felt like a boy or man and no amount of abuse would change how he thinks. His family accept him figured something like this would happen after all his sister felt like she was a man so they just accepted it when he came out to them glad for once they gave him an androgynous name. He heads back to his room after doing what he needed to do and goes to his closet he picks out a matching bra and pantie set and goes to the closet deciding what dress he will wear today smiling as he pulls out that cute union jack dress, very reminiscent of THAT dress worn by Geri Halliwell. He heads downstairs smiling as he gets his breakfast his mom's already left for work and his dad was out walking the dog. He'd be gone before his dead gets back but he knows they care.

Jacquelyn

the damaged

She smiles over at her friend wondering if she'll ever just lean over and kiss her. since that incident she's been terrified to make the first move with anyone. Macy, one of the only people who know the truth about her past. She asks her out to lunch again hoping this time she'll take it to the next level. she dresses this way in defense knowing the harder she looks on the outside the less people would be likely to mess with her. She glances up again as that gothic chick walks past. Now there was an enigma if ever there was one, she thinks to herself. "now there is someone with confidence" she says softly once she's gone past. "could you imagine what would happen if i tried that" she laughs a little at the thought of it. Her hand dropping to the seat brushing against Macy's leg lightly.

Vincent

the abused

he does more situps followed by fifty pushups his bulky body criss crossed with scars caused by his asshole father before his 'accidental' fall down the stairs. he knows the cops wanted to pin it on him he also knows with his far higher intellect that no one would ever tie it to him. It was that intelligence that caused him to be the brunt of his fathers fury, a simple factory worker, barely out of school with c's while he would come home with A's every time despite not even seeming to try. He knows his father resented his smartness and success where he had nothing. the alarm goes off at 7 30 his exorcise done he gets dressed and heads downstairs to get his mom some breakfast. Even though he looks the sort that would fight at the drop of a hat its just an act. By nature he's rather a pacifist only fighting when he can find no other escape. He loves his mom knowing she suffered at his fathers hands long before he came along to take the brunt of his fury instead. He doesn't resent his mother for letting him get hurt he knows there was nothing she could do. He leaves it on the table for his mom before heading out the door "BYE MOM" he calls up knowing she'll just be getting out of bed.

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Wed Jan 11, 2012 9:38 pm

+ Liam +

He sat at the table with a large 'thunk'. His lips parted as he observed everyone munching down on their full English--mum always insisted that the first day of school full bellies meant more absorption of information. It wasn't true, half the time it just made everyone extremely tired, but he didn't hesitate to tear into the feast on his plate. He was rather hungry after skipping dinner last night to 'go to bed early'.

It wasn't long before his father started blabbing about something. His mind drifted elsewhere, as he methodically took chunks out of the dish in a clockwise manner. He was always finished before everyone else, and quickly excused himself--he had to go pick up Blaine, but he also needed to make a quicky--er--quick stop.

He walked causally down the street, until he turned the corner, then he pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number.

"Hey babe," he smirked, his voice was like velvet, warm and fuzzy, but it had little hints of dominance which turned the girl on the other line's fancy. "I'm coming over... yep... see you..."

He strutted then, taking fuller, longer steps towards his prize. Nothing could choke him up today, nothing.

♪ Harmony ♪

Her mother dropped a croissant and jam on her plate with a cut up green apple. She looked up at her mom and smiled, then looked back at the plate. It didn't matter what she ate, she never got any curves, and for some reason her mom was on a 'health kick'. She dug into the small portion of food, listening to her brother yap away.

"When's class start?" her mother asked after a while.

"mmm," she responded, taking a napkin to her mouth so when she spoke with food in her mouth it wouldn't be as tasteless as allowing everyone see the product of her mastication. "Nine thirty," she responded. Her voice was silky, smooth, lyrical, harmonious... it was no wonder, really, that she was named Harmony.

Her mother smiled and nodded then shrugged as tears welled up in her eyes.

"C'mon, mum, it's not that horrible, is it?" she whimpered--she hated it when her mother cried.

"No, no, it's just... my eldest is... doing something I was never afforded at her age... I'm so... so proud..." her mother blubbed behind a kitchen towel.

She smiled weakly and took the remaining pieces of her apple--that was enough of that, she was already depressed as it was. She kissed her mother gently on the cheek, ruffled her kid brothers hair, and made her way out, taking care not to be seen as she exited the estate. She'd give anything just to be normal. She'd give anything just to be popular in her own right, and no the rights of others.

* Macy *

"Sure, our usual?," she said, putting on her greatest smile. She had a higher pitched voice, but it was soft, so it sounded like the whistling of the wind.

God, what she wouldn't do just to pull her to her, take her gently in her arms--kiss her, make her feel good. She blushed and looked away out of the train. She had to clear her mind or she'd end up saying something stupid.

It was getting harder the longer out it went, ever since that asshole hurt Jaquie she constantly wanted to be around her, but with that came consequences... sleepovers that resulted in her going to sleep being left wanting. She gritted her teeth and grinded them as she put herself somewhere else, somewhere anywhere but right beside her best friend... and then she touched her leg, brushed it. She prayed that Jacquie didn't see the slight tremble, the newly awakened goosebumps.

"I'm nervous about today," she said after a few moments of silence. She pulled at her braid gently, as a nervous habit. She glanced back at her best friend and wondered what she was thinking, if she was thinking of her or what just happened at all--of course she wasn't, she wouldn't. They were best friends. Perpetually JUST best friends.

= Blaine =

When he finished his meal he kissed his mom good-bye and wandered to the local store. He grabbed a Red Devil and a packet of crisps for later. Then he glanced over the magazines--he really did need a new girly magazine, so, glancing over his shoulder, he began to thumb through one.

An elderly lady walked by, glanced at him, gasped, and went the other way.

He felt his cheeks brighten, threw the magazine back onto the shelf, and took his drink and snack to the front counter. He left the shop with his head down, then peered around the block to see if he saw Liam. No one was there--then he remembered he was meant to meet him somewhere else. He rubbed his temple as he strained to remember where he was told to go.

He began wandering. His phone grasped in his hand just in case.

"Righ... 'e said... somm't about... a girl..." he muttered, rolling his eyes. When it hit him he groaned--of course, he was going to be with Jannette this morning for half an hour... and where did that leave him? He shook his head and went west on his street--he'd head to the Arbo for now, just to be put at peace for a little while with the deafening silence of nature.

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Thu Jan 12, 2012 7:25 am

Rhyder

she gets off the bus three stops early as always passing, on her way out, some meathead though his eyes are't the same as most of his ilk as though there is more to him than meets the eye. she soon puts him out of her head though as she heads to the park that is a scenic route to her collage knowing that she'll find Lillith in the bushes she needed to see how her kittens were coming along. she looks left and right making sure as usual no one is around before she slips through the bushes.

she knows no one comes to this part of the park ever since that girl was raped two years ago. She went into the bushes pushing through the brambles. she pulls out a bowl and a bottle of milk setting it down and watching for Lillith to come out. She sits down watching carefully knowing until she calms her breathing making herself still. Slowly and cautiously Lillith comes out followed by her three kittens. Rhyder smiles to herself as the cute calico starts lapping up the milk.

Alex

Saunters out the house his cute matching purse swinging by his side his high heels clicking against the concrete. he walks towards the collage knowing its going to be one of THOSE days again. it always is on a first day the questions the accusatory glares the snide smiles and of course those straight guys who are just curious as to what it would be like to be with him. he finds it funny how many straight guys end up falling in love with him even after they find out and the look of confusion on their face. he heads through the park living this close he knows it wont be much trouble even with what happened at the park two years back.

he sashays through the park looking round as he goes enjoying the scenery amazed as a red squirrel scurries past him causing him to glance over stifling a laugh as he sees a gothic chick sitting surrounded by kittens and not hurting them. it was just a juxtaposed vision that he found it quite comical. he hurries on quickly determined not to spoil her time.

Jacquelyn

"sure there's no where else you'd like to eat?" she smiles wondering if that could be considered flirting even subconsciously "how great would it be if we were dormed together?" she glances down at her hand still so close to her friends leg wondering if she should try harder but so scared of being hurt again even if not physically but emotionally after all who'd want damaged goods like her. she drifts into comfortable silence finding her eyes wandering over Macy's body as she stares out of the window. Jacquelyn daydreams about what it would be like to have that body pressed close to her own their fingers intertwined their lips locked. she finds herself blushing as her fantasies run away from her.

Vincent

He jumps on the bus passing a beautiful gothic chick wondering just how out of his league she is. he watches her as he heads up the bus to find a seat.

"forget it" says one of the guys on the bus "you dont wanna get involved with that can of worms"

"oh why?" he asks

"that is a major ice queen like seriously worse than you'd ever guess." says the guy "she's fuckin scary"

"awe shit" he says laughing watching for the stop for collage.

he jumps up headed off the bus and starts wandering round the collage looking for the registration office yeah he might be one of the first ones there but the early bird gets the worm as they say

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Fri Jan 13, 2012 11:19 pm

+ Liam +

Twenty minutes, that's all it took for him to reach climax and have her begging for more. He smiled at the sweating beauty bent over the bed, slapped her ass, then wiped his face on her night dress. He adjusted his member and placed it back in its silky boxer environment.

"Well, that was fun, Ta," he said, walking quickly out the bedroom door as he zipped up his pants.

"WAIT!!!" called Jannette, pulling up her panties as she jogged towards the top of the staircase. "When will I see you again?!?!

He paused at the second to last step and smiled up at her.

"You know, when I've got time... I'll call you, don't worry about calling me, I'm a very busy man," he said with a cocky grin and a wink. She swooned at the banister and nodded, giggling and waving at him. He obliged her with a wave as he walked out of the house, closing the door behind him.

"Fucking horrible lay..." he muttered and shook his head, flicking through his phone numbers to delete her from his contacts.

He strode towards the Arbo, knowing full well that is where he would find his peculiar friend, he decided a story to brag to Blaine, though, he knew it would be a waste--he'd be talking to an unlearned virgin, after all, but it was still fun to make his best friend jealous.

♪ Harmony ♪

When she reached the bus stop she just stood there, earphones in ears, mouthing the lyrics to the operatic piece that blared over the sound of the traffic. She was wearing a very pretty fall time dress, a push-up bra to make it at least sort of seem that she had parts of a woman's body. Her hair was neatly tied and tamed.

She looked down the street in anticipation, glanced back down at her Ipod, then looked back down the street again. She shook her head and sighed, walking to the bus stop seating area to make sure she was at the right bus stop at the right time; she bent down to get a better look at the fine print.

Just as she bent down a single chav walked by and slapped her bum. She quickly stood and turned and looked terrified. The chav laughed and continued walking, punching the bus-stop as he went on. She frowned and clasped the strap on her school bag, her lip quivering. Did she just get sexually assaulted?!

She shook her head and sat down, crossing her legs tight and gulped. She rocked slowly to the tune of the music and let her mind go to a better place, a happier place. She closed her eyes for a moment and floated along with the music. Right when she was getting into it the bus stopped in front of her. She opened her eyes slowly and stood, dashing on the bus, showing the bus driver her bus pass.

By this point the bus was quite crowded. Her eyes fell on all the seats, and she acknowledged that they were all full. She wasn't expectant of anyone to stand, so she took hold of the hand rail above her head.

* Macy *

"Well... I dunno, we could always just go explore and see what is around town for lunch I suppose?" she responds. Her heart starts pounding as she thinks of taking her to a nice Indian place for lunch, or a posh Italian restaurant... but... that would be too forward, surely to God. She glanced out the window in silence, before being interrupted again by her best friend. She smiled at her a little and nodded.

"It'd be perfect, really, I don't feel like getting to know any new people..." she giggled. She glanced back out the window and re-evaluated what she had just said--surely that didn't sound like flirting.. no... no... Jacquie knew that she was a very insecure person who had a hard time getting to know new people... yeah, it was all fine in that way...

Her hand slipped from her purse strap to her lap, and down, resting, momentarily, on Jacquie's hand. She quickly withdrew it and shifted her weight, shifting leg over leg to its opposite site. She was wearing a denim skirt, short cut, and a nice fitting halter with fashionable wedge heals and a designer handbag. Her hair was pinned on the side with a rose barrette that she'd kept since the beginning of their friendship. She knew Jacquie had one too, but, she often didn't wear it.

"So... how was your trip to Paris with your parents?" she asked, trying to make the situation a little less... well... awkward.

She hated France with a passion, but she wouldn't be opposed to sweeping Jacquie off of her feet, taking her to a romantic getaway to Paris for a three day weekend, taking her to the Lurve, kissing her on top of the Eiffle tower. She could swoon in that moment, imagining kissing her best friend's tender lips for the first time, feeling her heat radiate from her beautiful body. She shook herself out of it, listening openly as Jacquie told about her vacation.

= Blaine =

He saw Liam coming from twenty paces away. He stood and adjusted his glasses, pawing at his jacket to make sure he had a pen. He nodded as Liam came within a few feet of him.

"Right man?" he said to his best friend who draped his arm around him and started telling him the gory details of his brief encounter with a beautiful buxom blonde. They walked as Liam talked. That little jealous feeling roused in the pit of Blaine's stomach but he merely laughed it off as more and more bragging material came out of his best friends mouth. Sometimes he wished so much to just tell him to shut up, but--it just wasn't his style.

His eyes shifted as his friend yammered on, to a girl that was knelt in the bushes, he raised his eyebrow and then looked back to his friend.

"What...?" he asked, shaking his head.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, are you sure you're not deaf? I said would you like me to fix you up with her? She's a great lay..." Liam says, shaking Blaine.

"Wha...? No... no, God no..." he shook his head, scowling, glancing back to where the girl was--she had mysteriously vanished. He turned and glanced around, then faced his best friend.

"Lost something have we?"

"N... No... I just thought I saw someone..."

"Was she a beautiful buxom blonde with a great ass? asked Liam with a twisted grin.

"No, you wanker, she had dark hair... she was knelt over there," he responded, pointing at the bush where she had been.

"Riiight," Liam condescended, as he finished rolling up a joint, he offered it to him after he lit it and took a nice, long drag. "Spliff before class? for the nerves?"

Blaine took the joint in his hand just the way Liam taught him, placed the right end in his mouth and took a nice hard hit of it, passing it back. They continued the walk in silence, sharing the joint back and forth until it was a nub. Liam was the one that ended up flicking it into the street as the crossed.

The school wasn't exactly glamorous, but, they somehow managed to get to it in time, with some time to spare--this meant that Blaine had to follow behind Liam like a puppy as he checked out, and introduced himself to some of the lady folk wandering about the school. He kept a wide eye out for that dark haired girl from earlier--he didn't get a good look, but he could remember parts of her outfit, that had to be enough.

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Sat Jan 14, 2012 4:48 pm

Ryder

Hearing voices nearby she shoo's the cat and her kittens away as nicely as she can knowing how cruel some people can be. She stays crouched in the bushes not wanting to attract attention. She glances up at them as one of them looks down and see's her. She dashes off as soon as he looks away making a mental note to catch him once he was alone to confront him and make sure he saw nothing, and even if he did to make sure he would never DARE tell anyone. She heads off to the collage passing that unusual meat head again as she enters the office to sign up. She glances back behind her to check him out. Definitively not her usual sort but he's nice.

Alex

He sits behind the desk having already been here for a semester and getting a job at the office. He finds himself laughing at the double takes he gets from the new ones registering. His smile broadens as he see's HER walking in. "oooo trouble's here" he laughs they've known each other for years though they arent exactly BFF's.

"you" she says laughing despite herself "how did i know you'd be here. corrupted any straight guys?"

"I'm quite sure i dont know WHAT you mean" he says laughing "though... there was this one guy"

Jacquelyn

"come on lets get off" says Jacquelyn smiling knowing the double entendra she was using headed off the train hoping they'll be roomed together. Someone bumps into Macy and she spins round grabbing him by the collar. "apologize now" she growls darkly

"i'm... sorry" he says his face as white as a sheet running off as fast as he can once he's released.

"idiots" she says shaking her head "lets hope there aren't too many once we get there hey?" she smiles dropping back slightly to walk by Macy's side.

Vincent

'her again?' he muses to himself as he heads out 'i wonder if she's in any of my classes' he thinks to himself as he wanders the campus familiarizing himself with where all his classes are going to be. He wonders who else is going to be around.

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Sat Jan 14, 2012 7:28 pm

+ Liam +

"Excuse me, miss? Oh wow, how hot are you...? ...sorry, could you please tell me where the office is? I'm new here and... well... I'm not sure of my way around," said Liam, being smooth. He winked at his best friend as they got a giggle from the girl and a 'sure, follow me.'

Liam elbowed Blaine as they went through the halls, pointing at certain people who he knew he could get with, and some that Blaine may have ability to woo.

Once they were standing in front of the office door Liam kissed the girl on the cheek.

"My name's Liam, by the way, we should go out sometime..." he said with a seductive side grin. The girl swooned and squealed, giving her his phone number. She bumped into Blaine on her way out of the area, fanning herself. Blaine, yet again, was just a prop in Liam's grand scheme of laydom.

♪ Harmony ♪

As soon as the bus stopped in front of the school she was first to get off. She tripped on the sidewalk as she did, and limped into a fake jog--of course she meant to do that, NOT. She glanced behind her to make sure no one else was looking, then continued on her way towards the campus. She was already miserable, surely nothing else ridiculous would happen today...?

or... maybe it would?

She ran straight into a large mass of muscled man. It was such an impact, because her head was down and she was still sort of jogging, that she fell flat on her arse, all the papers in her shoulder bag went flying, including transfer papers, her GCSE results and all the like. She groaned as she got onto her knees--she probably had a stain on her dress now, which was light colored and probably easy to see grass stains. She began collecting the papers in a blind panic, trying to force away the embarrassed tears in her eyes.

* Macy *

The hit is hard, but unintentional, it's plain to see, but her heart starts fluttering when Jacquie takes the lead and stands up for her. She almost has to remember to breathe because she was holding her breath during the moment.

She forces a cough out so it doesn't look like she's gasping for air, then she giggles a little.

"It was probably an accident," Macy shrugged--she knew there'd be plenty of idiots, not open minded idiots. Her hand brushed against her friends as they walked--Jacquie always led with her left foot because she was right-handed, but Macy was left-handed, so she led with her right--their hands often ended up touching one way or the other.

A thought rushed through her mind--what if she were to hold her hand, just for fun? Just as friends...? She's done it before, it wouldn't be too weird... She quickly acted on her impulse, grabbing Jacquie's hand, she swung it up and down in an exaggerative manner--displaying to Jacquie that she was just having fun.

"God, what if we are roomed together?" she laughed. "We'd be able to talk shit about everyone in our class without anyone getting wounded kneed."

As they walked and Macy swung their hands, a group of chavs decided to come up behind them--it was only natural for them to say a snide comment or two. Macy ignored it to the best of her ability, but once one of them said--loudly "LOOK AT THOSE TWO DYKES" she let go of Jacquie's hand and turned around to stare at them. Her brow furrowed and she clenched her jaw shut.

"Just say that again to my face you fucking twat."

Silence. The ring leader smirked at her, stopping in his tracks, with his arms crossed in a very open stance--as if he were ready for her to come at him.

Her blood was boiling, and she was physically shaking. She could kill them, every one of them, with her bare hands, she'd do it, she dared them to say something else.

= Blaine =

"How do you do that...?" Blaine asks, shaking his head, after being lead around half the school by this stupid ditzy girl who was more interested in pawing his best friend's shoulder and laughing through her nose at his stupid jokes than actually giving them viable information about where which classes were located. He pushed open the door.

"....What...?" Liam said, distracted by another beautiful girl walking past. He bit his lip and made a 'slap that ass' gesture as she was out of range.

"THAT... the whole... every girl in the world is your special pick and mix..."

"It's called charm, mate, you're going to have to learn it if you ever want to lose your glorious V-Card..." he said loudly, patting Blaine's chest as they strode into the office. Liam grinned as he leaned against the counter. He smiled at Alex and winked at him. "Hello Gorgeous..."

Blaine became a little pale as he stared at the drag queen--he always was suspecting of his best friend swinging both ways but... he shook his head and glanced away--surely he was just being good humored with the queen, surely. His eyes glanced on the far wall, then back the other way--where the girl stood. THAT girl. He gawked at her awkwardly for a moment, then when their eyes met he looked away as if something caught his attention--a fly, perhaps--but he peaked out of the corner of his eye to see if she was still looking at him or not.

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Sat Jan 14, 2012 7:48 pm

Ryder

she glares as soon as she spots him standing there knowing he's dangerous to her. "come with me" she says grabbing him by the arm leading him out of the office "you can register later we need to talk" she leads him round the back to where the dumpsters are bringing him behind them where we couldn't be seen. "how much did you see? HOW MUCH DID YOU SEE" she screams at him pinning him where he cant move and cant get away.

Alex

"hi, sorry but you so aint my type sugga" he says laughing a little "now your cute little friend who got dragged out of here" he licks his lips "now he's hot" he smiles sorting out all the paperwork for Liam. "good luck you'll find not ALL the girls here are total floosies" he says "tell your friend i said hey"

Jacquelyn

"I eat dick heads like you for dinner" she says smiling dangerously at the chavs its not just any smile though its more the smile that say, a vampire, were they real might give to a defenceless human right before they drained their blood.

"YEAH FUCK YOU DYKES" yells the leader before he realizes the rest of his 'crew' took the hint and ran. he looks around for them before paling slightly

"BOO" says Jacquelyn laughing as he legs it. "nice one Macy i love your spark" she says turning to her friend smiling.

Vincent

"i am so sorry" he says blushing helping her to pick them all up. "please forgive me. It was all my fault I wasn't watching where I was going. Its my fault that you fell down" he offers her his hand "Please may I take you out to lunch to make amends for my mistake" he smiles at her softly.

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:29 pm

+ Liam +

His lips opened, but for the first time in his entire life, he didn’t have anything clever to say. He took his packet of paperwork and looked Alex over with a screwed up, confused face, then he walked out. He walked aimlessly for a few seconds, before turning back towards the office. He wanted to say something now… but it’d look tacky… no, he’d catch that little Queen off guard one of the days.

He sighed and took the east exit, closest to the office in search of Blaine. The more he thought about it, the more he got angry. How dare that Queen tell HIM, Liam fucking Patrick, that he wasn’t his type? He was everyone’s type! Intelligent, funny, handsome, athletic, huge cock… you couldn’t go wrong with him. He shook his head as he glanced around for Blaine; his face was starting to turn red from frustration and anger.

♪ Harmony ♪

She took the papers from his hand. His hands were very large… her eyes darted from his hands to his wrists to his forearm to his biceps… then to his face—which was so handsome. She gawked at him for a moment, lips parted, eyes wide, then shook herself out of it.

“Wh… no… It was my fault I wasn’t paying att---Lunch?” She blinked a few times and shook her head erratically. “No… no way… you... you’re… I… I’m not your type...”

She collected the rest of the things off the ground, without caring what the hell she was doing with them; she stuffed them in her bag and ran away from him, only stopping once she got into the entrance hall. She panted and sat on the floor, taking the papers all out of her bag, frowning that some of them were crinkled. She smoothed them out on her skirt, putting them back in numerical order, and placed them back in her bag with a sigh.

Did she… did she just deny a good looking guy lunch? That probably was her only chance to go anywhere with anyone! She smacked herself in the forehead, once, twice, three times, then whipped her head back—unsuspecting that there were lockers there.

A long, loud thud echoed through the hall followed by a pain-filled “OUCH”.

* Macy *

Macy snickers as she watches the power play, the fleeing groupies, and then the terrified Leader. She shakes her head while giggling.

“Thanks, I love you too,” she grins.

It takes a moment to sink in… what she said… but when she realizes her eyes get really big and she clears her throat.

“… I mean… I love your spark,” she corrected hastily, blushing as they made their way off the platform.

The scene outside of the train station was less favorable than she would have hoped. It just looked like everywhere else in England. She chewed on her bottom lip as she drug her suitcase towards the crosswalk. She made sure to keep up with Jacquie, but was making herself aware of her surroundings, keeping an eye on the name of the pubs as they continued to walk.

“How far away is it, anyway?”

= Blaine =

He was pulled from the Office without much say. Part of him was excited that a girl had grabbed him by the arm with such a sense of urgency, but once he was taken behind the dumpsters he soon realized that this wasn’t everything he’d have pictured being swept away. His face grew pale again as she started yelling at him, then it went flush as his eyes adverted and he winced. When she pinned him it was the final straw—whatever she was yelling about he couldn’t hear over the pounding of his heart in his ears. He tried with all his might not to start crying, but he felt the tears trickle down his face; he was ashamed of this, so he bowed his head, shaking uncontrollably out of fear and out of anger that he couldn’t get himself out of this situation.

“If you’re going to hit me… just do it… don’t prolong the inevitable,” his voice quivered, like that of a broken child. “I don’t want any trouble… I just saw you kneeling in the bushes… I don’t know if you were shooting up, snorting powder, or beating someone else up, I just saw you kneeling, I swear to God…”

Thankfully, Liam found him just as he finished speaking. He looked mad enough as it was—from outside sources, but when he happened to glance behind the dumpster to see his friend in a predicament his complexion changed to a deep beet red. He ran over, fast.

“HEY YOU FUCKING CUNT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY MATE?!” hollered Liam, flinging a garbage can out of his way as he advanced on the two of them. He pulled the girl off of Blaine and pushed her to the wall, holding her as she was holding Blaine, with his forearm over her collarbone. “If you have a fucking problem with him, you can answer to ME. Got it Bitch?”

Blaine’s eyeglasses were steamed up from him crying, he got out of the corner and walked a few feet away, wiping his eyes with one jacket sleeve, and his glasses with the other. He looked miserably back at the beautiful girl that nearly kicked his ass; it was a shame, such a pretty person being so cruel.

“Enough…” Blaine said softly at first, then repeated it a bit louder, which got Liam’s attention. “I SAID ENOUGH! She’s not worth getting expelled over on the first day.”

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:56 pm

Ryder

"touch me again prick and i will rip your cock off and stick it so far up your ass your mom will have an orgasm" she says pinching a nerve in his arm causing it to go slack. "I was just talking to him got it. You are nothing but a butt ugly fuck now your friend he's got potential." she walks past him watching the confusion spread across his face as she bests him with seemingly no effort at all. She approaches Blaine grabs the back of his head and kisses him hard "my names Ryder, don't forget me I can promise I wont forget you" she whispers in his ear her hand trailing lightly over his chest as she walks past. She heads off into the collage in search of a bathroom knowing she'll need to reapply the lipstick at least.

Alex

He laughs putting his feet up waiting for his first class to start most of the newbies registered. He hops on facebook smiling to himself. This semester things are going to get interesting he thinks Ryder here the collage isnt ready for this.

Jacquelyn

"i love you too" she whispers under her breath letting the wind whip the words away knowing she doesn't have the confidence to say it. "you see the spire over there?" she says pointing just across the way "its right there not to far to go at all." she smiles taking her hand trolloping down the street laughing a little. They arrive at the collage in no time and Jacquelyn, as usual, takes the lead to the office.

Vincent

He heads after her his hair flowing out behind him. He speeds up almost running through the corridor after he hears an exclamation of pain echoing through the halls. "Are you ok?" he asks kneeling beside her "what happened?" He sits by her

"i dont mean to come across as a major creep but has anyone told you that you are VERY beautiful" he says not sure what on earth was coming over him. he's never been so forward with a woman. Truth be told he'd never even had a girlfriend. He may look strong but inside he's no where near so confident.

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Sun Jan 15, 2012 4:36 pm

+ Liam +

A small tinge in the base of his neck where she pinched shot a nerve pain through his body, rippling; he had to take a step back when she went to move, kissed his best friend, and walked away; he rubbed his shoulder and frowned.

"Fucking women," he scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm almost put off them."

He walked back to where he dropped his introductory packet, picked it up and brushed it off; he looked his best friend over, who was still in the same position as she left him, only this time his hand was to his lips and he was staring blankly. He sighed and shook his head.

'bloody hell,' he thought to himself. 'There's nothing he's got that I don't, there's actually a few things I have that he doesn't... Butt ugly fuck? she must be blind, fucking twat.'

"Well, come on then, I know it's ever so shocking that twat of a female persuasion just kissed you after trying to beat your ass and all, but you have to go get your bloody introductory packet so we can go to the bloody assembly..."

♪ Harmony ♪

"Me...? No, yeah, I'm fine...." she blushed, and made sure not to look at him in the face. "I... I wanted to sit and I smacked the back of my head on the way down... it was clumsy of me..."

She shook her head.

"There's nothing beautiful about me... I'm as flat as a 12 year old boy, I don't have lady curves, the only thing I'm good at is talent based, and to be talented you have to be beautiful... contrary to what you're saying I've had at least five people tell me that I'm not even 'slightly pretty'. But thank you for the compliment, however false it may be." she said softly.

She couldn't look into his eyes, she bit her lip and sighed.

"Why did you ask me to lunch...? people knock into people all the time, and they don't ask people out to lunch afterward. They say their sorrys and fate leads them on their way..."

* Macy *

"Perfect, this piece of crap is heavy," complained Macy. She smiled as her best friend held her hand, and the two of them did the little school girl thing--skipping, just a few steps, and meandered the rest of the way.

This year was going to be Ace, she could feel it in her bones, and maybe... maybe she'd get the guts to tell her this year. Maybe.

They entered the main building without much provocation, which was a relief, and once they entered the office Macy automatically saw what the boy was behind the counter. It was very subtle, but it was still there--his Adam's apple--she grinned ear to ear, knowing that she wasn't the only one--and that it was okay to show it off... Good lord, was he showing it off.

She stood beside Jacquie quietly as Jacquie did all the talking, her eyes drifted around the office, she hoped she wouldn't have to be here a lot like she was in her last school...

= Blaine =

"Rhyder.... Rhyder. Rhyder. Rhyder," he mumbled to himself, trying to force the name into his memory banks.

"OY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!" Liam shouted.

He jumped and turned and looked at his best friend.

"What? Oh... packet... yes, I heard you..."

He followed his best friend with his head down, shoulder slumped, like that of an angsty teenager. He glanced around occasionally and stood up straight any time a pretty girl with dark hair walked by incase it was her, then, on seeing that it wasn't, he quickly regressed back into his typical stance.

He was a loser, and he didn't much mind anyone thinking so--Liam told it to his face enough times that he started believing it. It was an identity for him, and he was cool with it as long as he had an identity to the general population.

He wasn't aware that lipstick was smeared all over his lips, but he was starting to wonder why everyone was looking at him funny. Was there something on his face? What was going on?

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Sun Jan 15, 2012 5:38 pm

Ryder

Once she finds one of the bathrooms she heads into one of the stalls first figuring while here may as well 'take care of business' having realized she needed to go only after getting in there.

Alex + Jacquelyn

"HEY GURL HEY" he calls as the two women walk in. He can see what they have yet to admit that they are so into each other. "you must be the new dormies aren't you? One room left i'm afraid so it looks like you two will be sleeping together for at least this semester" he laughs as the blond one blushes, clearly the 'girl' of any relationship that may form

"hey yourself" says Jacquelyn laughing "glad to see someone so confident is here."

"oh dont even" He says laughing "i could NEVER wear that and look even a fraction as good"

"and you think i'd be able to wear that dress?"

"hey speaking of confident next month there's a talent show for everyone to get acquainted you two should sooooooo enter

"whatda think Macy?"

Vincent

"I asked you to lunch, partially to apologize but also because I would be honored to get to know you more." he says smiling and glancing around. His eyes flick up to a message board where he spots a flyer for a talent show. "what kind of talent would that be?" he asks before it hits him "oh you must think me so rude I am very sorry I haven't even given you my name yet... Its Vincent by the way." he says offering her his hand.

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Thu Jan 19, 2012 7:02 pm

+ Liam + & = Blaine =

He walked back into the office, elbowing the girls out of the way without looking at them.

"I want to go out with you... I don't care where, just... please... go out on a date with me..."

"UHM, would you please excuse my friend... he's sort of retarded..." he says to the girls apologetically. "he only thinks with one part of his body, and it's often not the right part, if you know what I mean."

His face grimaced as his best friend went on.

"I'm serious, pick the most expensive place, anything... just try me out... I'll make it worth your while..."

"Sweet god..." Blaine grumbled, shaking his head miserably as he rubbed his temples. "Why me, why did I have to be forced to be best friends with this joker?"

He punched his best friend in the arm and frowned. "Hello, we're here for MY packet, not to pick up a drag queen... No offense, mate," He responded, nodding at Alex.

"Jesus Christ, you don't have to be rude, for fuck sake! Look, there you go, you talked for yourself..." grumbled Liam, glancing back at Alex.

"Yeah, that's right, I DID talk for myself for once, and helped you not embarrass yourself any further by begging someone to go out with you... that's not your style, Liam, and you know that...."

"Well... meeting a beautiful transgendered does that to a guy, I guess," Liam gritted through his teeth.

* Macy *

She internally cheered, her rosey cheeks lit up even more as she grinned her head off--YES an ENTIRE school year living with the love of her life... something was bound to happen, it had to, it absolutely HAD to.

"Y... Y... You know I can't sing," she responded to , looking down and blushing.

When she was knocked over, into Jacquie, as the guy came in she quickly turned around, ready to punch the idiot out--it was his friend that seemed to calm her down and set her at ease a little.

"Be sure it doesn't happen again," she said cooly.

♪ Harmony ♪

"W... well... I mean..." she started--not quite sure how to protest the proposition. She blinked a few times. "What... my talent? Oh... I sing... but... why?"

She felt as though she was going round and round in a very fast ride, she frowned a little, trying to get her bearings. "What... Vincent... I... oh... nice to meet you... I'm Harmony..."

She looked down at her hands, which were wringing the hem of her skirt nervously.

Posts : 37 Join date : 2011-11-07 Age : 33

Davison

The New Kid
Day one and he was already intent on making a horrible first impression. He opened his olive green eyes to stare at the red flashing numbers on his alarm clock. Late. But caring wasn't exactly one of his better personal traits.

Davison pulled himself from beneath his warm covers and threw his long arms above his head to stretch the naturally defined muscles underneath his caramel skin. A yawn escaped him, causing the bones in his square jaw to adjust in response. He made his way to the bathroom, his lower half only covered by the tight briefs he sported, unafraid of the morning wood that decided to show itself. The door wide open, he looked in the mirror, deciding that he would not shave and instead tousling the mess of honey colored curls that spilled from his head. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and quickly retreated back to his room where he pulled on a shirt and some slim fitted jeans.

Quietly, he walked down the hall to the stairs and crept his way towards the door. Grabbing an apple and his jacket, Davison left the house and walked aimlessly in the direction towards college. This first day in his new school could quite literally define his entire school year. And Davison wasn't worried about that at all.

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Fri Jan 20, 2012 10:58 am

Ryder

She comes out and pulls out her makeup standing in front of the mirror and starts getting to work putting her makeup right starting with her smeared lipstick but knowing she'll have to work on some of her whiteout too once she's finished.

Alex + Jacquelyn

"you again" he says rolling his eyes "get it though you head I AM NOT INTERESTED" he punctuates the last few words as though to make a point out of them.

"OI YOU" starts Jacquelyn stopped by Macy's hand on her arm "your right that dumbass ain't worth it. Oh and do NOT tell me you cant sing missy i've heard you singing before now"

"heres your packet hun" he says handing it over to Blane "i'm sure you'll have fun here hun... looks like you may even melt the ice queen"

Vincent

"would you consider performing in front of people?" he asks smiling at her "because if you would i'll enter the tallent show if you will" he smiles more

"so that offer of lunch is still on whenever you want to take it up."

Subject: Re: Borrowed (M) Sat Jan 21, 2012 1:26 pm

# Harper #

The Imprisoned

"Get up, you're going to be late for school!" called the voice of an elderly sounding lady. It was kind, warm, fuzzy like Christmas sweaters and hot cocoa.

Her eyes fluttered open. She glanced around her drab room, light grey walls with dark grey trim. Her room was essentially empty, a dresser stood near the foot of her bed, a wardrobe just beside it and a full length mirror on the back of her door. There were no TV's, no games, no computers or decorations. It was her choice to keep her room this way; her grandmother would give her anything in the world if she asked for it, but she didn't want anything materialistic, she wanted something much more complicated.

Slowly she stood, a tank top clung to her smooth porcelain skin, boxers bunched in her crotch area, she quickly pulled the legs down as she walked slowly to the mirror.

It was still the same.

Her medium sized breasts sagged slightly beneath her tank top. Her waist still curved in and sloped out onto lady-like hips. She felt tears form, how many times had she prayed to be a boy? How many times has she went to bed thinking 'maybe tomorrow, maybe my prayers will be answered?'

A tear formed in her eye, she forcibly wiped it away, taking off her tank top. She stared at her figure, degusted by it. If she could, she'd get the surgery now, right now. She turned away and walked to her bedside table, taking the large ace bandage. She started at the apex of her left breast, then began wrapping tightly around herself, five, six, seven times until she was completely flat. She ran her hand longingly over her flat chest, standing a little taller. Now the only thing was missing was... She looked down at her boxers, in the mirror. She wouldn't dare look at that bare atrocity, instead she turned and dressed the rest of the way by her wardrobe. A different tank top, a button down shirt, boy jeans. She ruffled her short cropped emoesque hair.

She looked androgynous in the face, and was quite tall for a girl, which was fortunate for her. Every time she dressed this way she could pull off being a boy. The only problem, of course, was if anyone ever touched her... they'd know... they'd know instantly... this knocked out any possibility of love, of romance, of sex or parties or anything normal for normal people her age. She was strongly attracted to guys--but the mechanics of love making made her cringe, especially because she was physically a she.

She bowed her head as she exited her room, clicking the door closed behind her. Her grandmother walked upstairs and hugged her, giving her a little kiss on the cheek.

"No curfew, Harper, be home when you like," the little elderly lady said softly.

"Okay Gran," she responded with a sad smile. "I'll probably be home after classes."

"You really should go out, love," her Gran responded, reaching up to ruffle her grand-daughters hair. "Find a nice boy, go dancing with him."

"But... gran... I can't dance," she responded softly.

"Love will make you do things you never thought you could," her grandmother said wisely, patting her hand as she walked on to her sewing room.

Harper watched her grandmother until she couldn't see her anymore, then walked downstairs, out of the house, and into the real world. She kept her head down as she walked across the street and down the block. Lucky for her the college wasn't too far away.

♪ Harmony ♪

"Talent...show?" she responded. Her heart rushed in her chest as if she were just offered a music choice award, but it soon subsided. She sighed softly and shook her head. "I seriously doubt anyone would want to hear me sing... but... I'll enter it if it means you will; I suppose, I don't want you missing out on a chance at some sort of popularity"

'Not that he'd have any problems looking like that she thought as she paused.

"Lunch... right... uhm... Okay? I might be hungry after my classes today," she blushed, shrugging awkwardly, her little boney shoulders crooked and angled.

= Blaine =

He didn't want to laugh at his best friend's mishap and rejection, but he did smirk a little. Then puckered his lips slightly to make it look like he was merely stretching his face muscles.

He took the packet from the drag queen who kept saying 'hun', then blinked at him... her... whatever the hell it was....

"Wh... Who's the Ice queen?" asked Blaine unevenly--his voice cracking at the beginning; he wasn't really sure if he wanted to know the answer.

Posts : 37 Join date : 2011-11-07 Age : 33

Liam

Liam wasn't the type to let his ego get wounded over an obviously mad girl, but this boy...girl was hitting all sorts of buttons. He eyed Blaine, catching him midsmirk and quickly shoving him. He looked back at the person behind the counter.

"I can take a hint." He stated, looking her over, body brimming with confidence. "You won't say no forever."

Liam pulled his smokes from his pocket and strolled back outside. The trangender behind the counter wouldn't dare play hard to get for the whole year. Could she? And he wouldn't really put in the effort to wait for her to come begging like all the others do, would he? Nope.

Macy

Macy hoped the heat rising in her cheeks were not their usual beet red. She looked at Jaqcie.

"Belting notes at the top of my lungs in the bath does not count." She joked, lightheaded to know that her crush thought she might actually have talent. "Besides, i'm sure some unfortunate passersby would agree that my singing is horrid."

Davison

He took in sights as he walked, smiling kindly at people he passed, people who gasped when they saw him, and even those that dropped everything they were doing just to gaulk. It was the same in every country. Every base. At least in Japan the girls came up to touch his hair. In this place he just got stares.

Davison covered the uncomfortable feeling in his gut and continued walking, glad that he had stuffed his pants pockets with a map and his cell, he checked the map to make sure he was headed in the right direction. It seemed to be right but he could've sworn he would have reached the school by now.

"The fuck? I can't even read this," his naturally raspy voice called out.