eclecticwitch

Stranger in a Strange Land

Her hands, which had rested heavily on his shoulders drew back. As he seemed to calm down and she was sure he would not hurt himself, she removed herself from him and moved back to her spot by her tree and lodging. She removed the squirrel from the fire and let the stick lay against a rock so it could cool. "What do I want?" she asked bitterly. She could feel herself about to go off on him. Rip him several new holes in his person. Verbally speaking.

But...

No. She stopped herself as she sighed and rested her forehead against her hand. "I want to go home," she replied quietly but knew there was no chance of this. Even if she were returned at her request, she would know there was this great big world out there. No, going home was no longer an option. There would be too many questions in her heart. And a desperate longing for the stars. There were intelligent beings beyond her people after all. She buried her face in her hands as her thoughts spiraled. After what seemed like mere seconds but took ages, she peeked out from behind her hands. "I want respect." Her face held grim determination as she looked upon the alien.

"I want you to answer my questions the same way you would answer one of your kin. And I want a fucking house. No one has lived like I am now for over a millennium. And I want to know where the fuck I am and what it is you intend to do with me." Her body quivered with the anger and the renewed fear she felt. She wanted to pelt rocks at him. Stab him. Do something to keep herself safe. But the more logical part of her brain told her he WAS what kept her safe.

Stranger in a Strange Land

He was scaring her. Who was supposed to be all knowing and in charge? She had only seen him all bravado and machismo. And now he was having a fucking panic attack. What an idiot. She was trapped in space with a freaky idiot alien. With other aliens watching her. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

She crawled across the grass toward him and gently placed her hands on his shoulder. She would do her best to ensure he would not hurt himself but his behavior was confusing. "No, you fucker. You explain this all to me. You kidnap me from my home. You expose me in public. You run me down like a mother fucking deer. No, your behavior is unwarranted. You fucking explain this to me." She shook him hard and with effort rolled him onto his back. Stradling his chest, she held him still as she leaned close. "You have no right to be acting this way. Grow. The Fuck. Up." She was angry. Past angry. She wasn't sure if she wanted to pummel, drown, or hug this idiot.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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It's Friday night and I won't be long
'Til I hit the dance floor
Hit the dance floor
I got all I need

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“Hold up!”

Bea stiffened when he called out to her. She had hoped she could get away without having to actually talk to the guy. Slowly, she turned back around with a look of pure terror on her face that would easily be mistaken for complete and utter boredom. “I have a few questions about your gift, actually. Mind taking a seat?” Sighing she crossed her arms over her chest and looked the boy up and down. She glanced at the seat beside him, looked back to where a group were gathering around Jordan, before she dropped her arms and walked over to the devil. At least it seemed that he was making friends quickly so she wouldn't have to worry about leaving him alone. "I was planning on getting a drink," she mumbled as she plopped down beside Diablo.

Her feet did not quite reach the ground so she pulled her legs up so they rested beside her. Bea folded her hands in her lap and shook her smoothed curls from her face. She tilted her chin upward so she could look him in the face and her lips were slightly turned down in a frown. "What questions could you have? It's just a bottle of liqour. You drink it." She spoke in a bland, tired way as if she were already done with this conversation and ready to go take a nap. "I would have thought you'da known that." Bea felt the buzz of her phone and opened up her fannypack, pulling out the old paint and sticker covered flip phone. She snapped it open and read the text from Mara. Silly girl. With a eery speed she tapped out her reply.

'Of course I'm alive goose. Get in here. I'm just finishing up a convo with Santiago.'

With that done she snapped the phone shut, stored it away and zipped up the pack. Her attention was now back on the latin boy and she remembered just how much she did not want to be sitting next to him. It was his party though and she couldn't be rude and not answer his questions. Honestly he should know more about this stuff anyway. What good would her laughably limited knowledge be?

Stranger in a Strange Land

His touch was alien, for lack of a better word. She had been touched in this way before, to be sure. But that touch had a purpose beyond this one. His touch was innocent and pure. Exploratory. She wasn't sure what to make of it. Her body naturally lifted itself into his hands, anticipating something that could NEVER happen. But her body reacted none the less. She let out a small puff of air as her back arched upward to meet his hand. Her free hand reached forward and the arm rested about the back of his neck. Aeli? What did it matter?

Suddenly his lips met hers and she did not pull back at first. He had satisfactorily touched her in such ways that her mouth reacted to his on drunken autopilot. Her hand moved to wrap in his hair as she arched upward and toward him. This was short lived as he panicked - she could feel it- and ripped backward. The sudden lack of the electricity between them made her dizzy.

She placed a hand against her forehead as she watched him. He was leaning back from her and she felt punch drunk. One moment they were entirely connected and the next not. Her nerves were all haywire with the sudden lack of connection. She lay backward, panting. "That was quite mean," she breathed. "Don't break the connection so suddenly." Her voice was a siren's song of pleading.

Stranger in a Strange Land

He moved closer and at first she backed up. The movement seemed gentle though, in comparison to their last meeting. So she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his. She wiped her squirrel greasy fingers against her pants and waited. His hands roamed her body as if searching for some sort of flaw. It was dulled by the suit but she could feel his fingers moving up and down - as if confirming she was actually real. She huffed lightly as his hands slid down her throat and down her breasts.

"Hey hey. Private sir," she said haughtily but allowed him to explore the less sexual parts of her body. Her brown eyes were held hostage by his enticing gold and she dared not look away. She was drawn in and enticed by those eyes. She felt as if he were trying to relate a feeling through them but she could not understand. He stroked her hair gently and she allowed it. His other hand grabbed hers. She was hestinant at first and ready to pull away but he was ever so gentle. Remebering her feet she allowed the contact. At first there was burning but then it starterd to tickle. She closed her eyes and giggled a moment. Then she was overwhelemed by feelings of confusion and concern. Her head snapped back as the elecriticty that flowed betweeen then gave her strange and foreign feelings. In return she fed him her confusion and desperation and intelligence. Her body shuddered as she brought herself forward, resting her foreheaed against him again.

Her feelings flowed backward on the electric line he had pushed into her. As much as he gave her she gave him. Her eyes were dark and murky as she tried to handle so many confilcting things. Her lips were close to his as she replied, "I am Willa, Solin."

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

You take all my inhibitions

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She had not gone to school the first week. Penny had been much to busy with an older gentleman doing cocaine in his penthouse apartment and fucking like rabbits. It had been a good week. But when she got the text for her gal Stella, she knew she had to make it to this party. It was with a heavy and drug-fueled heart that she kissed her lover goodbye and went back home.

Daddy Donny had been away on a business trip and so had not even known his daughter disappeared. The staff were so used to it that no one bothered letting him know. It was the early hours of the morn when she parked her car in the driveway, stumbled into her house and showered. Penny did a couple of shots and then passed out on her bed for a good ten hours. When she awoke the school day was well and done over with. Penny stretched and began the process of getting ready – a three-hour ordeal as she did hair, makeup, and tried on an innumerable amount of clothing.

Penny settled on a delightful white crocheted oncepiece with silver accessories adorning her fingers, wrists, ankles, and neck. The finishing touches were a wicker sun hat, cute floral and white wedges, and a wrap with a mandala design tied about her waist. Now satisfied that she looked immaculate she ordered her driver to take her to the first party of the year.

In the back seat, on the way there, she indulged in a little white lady to help her get into the party spirit. She breathed the powder in deeply and rubbed her nose as she sniffed it down. It burned a bit, but it was an intoxicating sensation. She wasn’t about to let lack of real sleep keep her from fully enjoying this in ALL capacities. Hideous music infiltrating her car caused her to scowl, but she soon perked up when the car stopped. “Don’t bother coming to pick me up, Gerald, I’ll be getting a ride on... I mean with someone else.” She winked at the man and closed the car door. Before it slammed shut she heard the man say – “My name is actually-“ but she didn’t care and so tuned it out.

With all the sway and sashay she could invitingly put into her hips she made her way into the party. It seemed to have been going on for quite a while now as there were teens passed out from having imbibed too much. Noobs. She stepped on one particularly mean fellow she did not like as she approached the alcohol table. He didn’t react in his passed out state.

There seemed to be a whole group of people just hanging about. She slid past them, her fingers brushing Sonny’s arm as she walked past. The fucking misfits. What sort of group named themselves? Had a name for their friendship? Were they like twelve? Penny did not spend much time on this as she began to mix herself up a potent Tequila Sunrise. Topping it off with some cherries, a cute little umbrella, and a bendy straw she swept past the group again (this time giving Kavan’s back the same treatment as Sonny’s arm) to lounge in a chair beside the pool. It seemed that some had decided the dip would be appropriate to start the night. She then spotted a familiar face.

“Stella! Oh Stella, my darling love! How have you been? And who is your very handsome friend?” She knew perfectly well who it was, but Penny was feeling a might playful now that the cocaine was working its way through her blood.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Just your friendly, neighborhood nympho

Name

Penelope Abigail Richards

Nickames

Penny, Nympho, Slut, Whore, Trainwreck, Hot Mess, "Bitch how could you sleep with my boyfriend and my dad!", etc.

Age

18

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Agressively Pansexual

Relationship Status

Fuck that... literally

Label

Wild Child

Appearance Details

• Hair: Long, brown/black, and wavy/messy curls. Typically down but does wear it up.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5'5"
• Body Type: Curvaceous
• Clothing Style: It ranges between girly frilly stuff and black with skulls and torn up jeans.
• Makeup Wise: Dark but simple
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Ear pierced in multiple places

Personality Traits

sassy // cute // crass // kind // lacking impulse control // slutty // honest

She is the definition of absolutely and outrageously wild. She does what she likes when she likes. Skipping school, doing drugs, doing classmates, driving drunk, and whatever silly and crazy stream goes through her head. She's a cam girl for fun and seems to have a couple of sugar daddies based on new cars she drives and new jewelry she flaunts.

However, she is an extremely devoted person. She will not tolerate bullying and is happy to help. She gives gifts and money like they grow on trees. You like it, here it's yours. Doesn't matter if its a car or a ring or a pencil. Penny doesn't seem to have any understanding what things cost. She likes being around people and cannot stand being alone. She has an irrational fear of the dark. Despite being the sort of girl mothers warn their son's about she is actually wickedly smart and excells in school.

Upbringing Synopsis

She was born the daughter to old money. Delilah Richards and Warrington Richards. Her father died naturally of old age when Penny was three and her mother went on the hunt for a new husband. Of course, she had plenty of money. Delilah just liked to be spoiled by men. She jumped from wealthy boyfriend to wealthy boyfriend before finally marrying a man in his fifties when Penny was five. The only reason he married Delilah was because of Penny.

You see he had some proclivities that should not be uttered amongst polite society. And Penny he spoiled most adoringly. She got anything she wanted. He brought her gifts all the time. And in return, all she had to do was not utter a word about how Uncle Donny liked to come to play with her in her bedroom at night. It was a pretty sweet gig.

At the age of twelve, her mother discovered the two of them she got into a fight with Donny. And then Penny never saw her mother after that. Apparently, she'd had a car accident and died. It was a closed casket funeral. She lived with Daddy Donny who adopted her and when she was 16 they moved to Miami. A change of scenery and to set up the new business, he said. She didn't care. Daddy Donny gave her anything she wanted, bought her out of any bad situation and let her do just as she pleased. She has been going to Kings for a year now and has made quite a name for herself.

Family

Donald P. Halverson - "Real Estate and Shipping" - 65

Misc.

Lorde | 8D74AD

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

She sipped the delicious beverage, paying not much mind to the men around her. The fatigue she felt was being warmed by the fire. The establishment was lovely as well. It had a well-loved and rustic charm to it. Nicer than some places she had stayed in on her travels and certainly a much kinder place to be than the rain. Her fingers wiped at the condensation on the outside of her mug as the barman spoke.

Fatima lifted her face to study him for a moment. She wasn't sure what she should say. So, she smiled charmingly at the man and brushed back some stray wet hairs from her face. "I'm collecting stories," she said lightly. She hoped that the code she was about to use would be understood. And if it was, she wasn't about to bring death on their heads. She glanced then to the other two men who were eyeing her warily. She offered them a soft and charming smile as well.

"I love hearing the tales of the lands. There is nothing quite like traditional stories weaving together in a web to create a vision of Terrielle and her people. Do you have any stories for me?" Did that make enough sense? Would it work? She hoped so. Fatima kept the fear that rolled in her stomach from her face as she put her attention on Gen. Her features the perfect picture of a curious and contented young woman. "Your drink is quite lovely, do you make it yourself?"