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Post by Arne Vinter on Jul 17, 2015 18:59:16 GMT -5
"No, I'd love to watch you fly some time..." Arne smiled as the girl giggled, her back against the wall, his arm braced above her head, his hand on her waist, as their bodies pressed together. A devilish smirk pulled at his face, and his eyes danced with a mischievous, predatory glint in his usually soft eyes. Taking a step closer to her, he smirked even more when her eyes widened momentarily, and a coy smile slipped to her face. "We should find a quiet spot... then you can show me your skills on a 'broom.'" The girl giggled, and bit her lip nodding to Arne as his hand squeezed her waist. Leaning close he whispered something in her ear, his lips almost touching her skin, another nod and giggle, and he stepped back. "See you then..."
Turning away, he walked down the hall, heading towards his next class. Perhaps Professor Baudelaire would have actually dressed up today. She did look like she had a great figure under those clothe she hid behind. Sighing he shrugged, and glanced back at the girl heading in the opposite direction. Well, at least tonight would be a fun night. Arne turned back around, only to have to skid to a stop, before he would have literally walked over another girl. Smiling he nodded, "Morning... Anna, right?"
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Post by Annabel-Lee Atkinson on Jul 17, 2015 19:14:30 GMT -5
She turned around the corner, on her way to the library with her arms full of books. She had a big smile on her face and it wasn't because anyone around her was particular happy, she was happy all on her own. Because he had spent time with the sweetest nicest boy and he made her butterflies and gave her his jacket and everything about him was so warm and calming and perfect. He was the sort of man that would never hurt her and didn't think she was odd and... She liked him alot already. So she was very very happy this morning, and it was all on her own too, which was so rare and so nice. And she couldn't wait till she saw Arne again tonight.
She turn the corner and ran almost head first into the boy she was just thinking about and Annabel smiled brightly. "Oh good morning Arne I didn't see you I am terribly..."
"Morning... Anna, right?"
Wait that wasn't right? What was this she was feeling? Why was it now the dark in him brought to the forefront and good pushed deep down. Why was he speaking near perfect english? And why did he call her Anna? He had called her Bella, he was the only one to call her Bella. "Annabel yes but... you always called me Bella? What happen to you I do not understand..."
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Post by Arne Vinter on Jul 17, 2015 23:57:53 GMT -5
What the hell was this broad talking about? What the hell was she talking about, he had never called her Bella, he had barely even spoken to her. Wait, she was the empath wasn't she? Yeah, so maybe she had finally snapped and now was going insane. Of course she was cute, so what if she was crazy girl, he had slept with worse.
Still though, his grin faded, and was replaced by confusion. His eyes went from mischievous to dark, as she asked what had happened. "Listen here, freak. I don't know what you're talking about. I've never called you Bella before. So I suggest you snap out of your crazy little self and take a look around." Shaking his head, he pushed her out of his way, as he kept walking, "What a freak."
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Post by Annabel-Lee Atkinson on Jul 18, 2015 0:34:04 GMT -5
What... what had just happen? She felt her heart sinking down to her feet, her stomach becoming all twisted with knots as she looked at him with her eyes wide and brimming with tears. How could he say such things after being so sweet and kind to her? Why was he speaking perfect english and why was he feeling so dark with all that lovely goodness pushed away, deep down into the darkness parts of his soul. The whole time he was talking she just stood there with a defended look on her face. Freak... so many people in her life had just called her a freak and wrote her off and she never thought he would, of everyone in this school he understood her so well and thought she wa beautiful and... what had happen to him?
He had pushed her out of the way and walked pass her and she bite her lip before grabbing his hand. "No! You aren't like this! I know you Arne and this isn't you! You have this goodness and this light to your soul and it's gone and you have always called me Bella! I have never been Anna it's Bella!" She said as her stomach jumped some at the look in his eyes. Oh no what did she do...
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Post by Arne Vinter on Jul 18, 2015 1:10:22 GMT -5
what had she meant, he called her Bella. What kind of idiot would call someone by the second half of their name? Whayever, he had things to do, like get to class. God he could just picture that redheaded professor, wearing a nice dress. Perhaps he could convince her to go get a drink with him sometime, after all he did work hard in her class. Maybe she wouldn't be adverse to the idea.
However his thoughts went clear as he felt someone grab him. Those words she was saying to him, who did she think she was? "Who the hell..." Yanking his hand away, his other shot out, and grabbed her jaw, pushing Annabel into the wall. "Listen here, you stupid girl. I don't have a fuck all clue what you are going on about. I have only ever called you Anna. And what the fuck would you know about my soul, you freak!?" Staring down at her, his eyes burned with hatred, and anger, oh he could do it. He could so just bash her head in, but still he refrained.
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Post by Annabel-Lee Atkinson on Jul 18, 2015 2:05:38 GMT -5
He grabbed her by her face and slammed her into the wall and she whimpered. He was hurting her, the one person she sensed that would never hurt her was now about to hurt her and the tears that were running down her cheeks and her heart hurt. It hurt so bad and she just couldn't believe this was happen. And he was the person doing it to her. If it was anyone else she might have swallowed the pain and deal with it but it was him and she just couldn't handle the fact that all the good in him was gone and this was left.
"I felt it..." She said starting to choke on the sobs she was holding back. "And there is so much good in there but something happen and now it's gone and you just have to believe me!" She said her breathing starting to get hard and she fought to hide back her feelings. "I didn't understand it but no it's like... I just, it's like you are two different people and I want the good parts of you back!"
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Post by Arne Vinter on Jul 18, 2015 2:36:05 GMT -5
She was crying, oh that was cute. At least she had the common sense to know she had fucked up. Still though, his grip tightened on her jaw as she spoke, and sobbed. What the fuck was she talking about? None of it made any sense, this girl really had gone off the deep end. Two different people, what did that even mean? Still though, she wouldn't shut up, at all, and it was starting to great on him. Raising his hand, he stopped, and hesitated.
This girl was convinced she was so very sweet. She seemed to believe this nonsense she was spewing. She actually believed he was a good person, oh you poor naive girl. Arne hand swung, and connected with her face. Hard. A bright red hand print rose up, on her face, and Arne let go of her face. Stepping back he turned away and started walking.
"I hope that proves you wrong."
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Post by Annabel-Lee Atkinson on Jul 18, 2015 14:46:38 GMT -5
He slapped her...
Hard too, hard enough for her head to snap in the other direction and her cheek to sting and turn red as she sniffled and swallowed hard. It was alright, she lied to herself, how many men in your life had hit you before, you'll be okay right? No it wasn't alright, he was so sweet and gentle with her, he held her as she fell asleep and worried if she was cold or not and made butterflies for her. Now this? She didn't understand it and part of her didn't want to. Part of her just wanted to forget him since it turned out he was no better than her father.
But the other part of her wonder what happen to him because he just felt so different and there was so much pain and it was just like there was too different people in his head. One sweet and good and so full of life, the other angry and proud and willing to destroy anyone in his way. And right now she was in his way, hence why he put her in her place.
She nodded as he let go of her as a few more tears ran down her cheeks. As he walked away she held herself before whispering. "What happen to you Arne?"
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