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The man at the door was through slightly off guard by the boys obsession and seemingly unknowing that the man would be coming here with the girl in his SUV. He looked a lot like an FBI Agent and as the snake girl watched she saw him saw his head slightly and gesture toward the truck. 'I've been commissioned and paid to deliver you an exotic bride from across the ocean.' He stated, waving for the girl inside the truck to come out and that she did. The lamia opened the door and slid out of the truck, her long snake body coiling on the ground. Her scales were shades of brown, black and gold, patterned neatly and they glittered in the sun. She was dressed scantly, but not without taste; the white fabric wrapped around her neck and held her breasts while the end tied around her waist to hide her lower human parts. Her green eyes looked toward him as she moved toward him, her hips swaying and drawing attention to her womanly curves. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Lyna Lytica, a lamia from a far away island." 

Roza Vigard
Café

The young woman had been up most of the night at a party with a client, drinking away her ability to care about the mission at hand and his own self-restraint leading the two of them toward a rough night in bed before she’d woken up to the buzzing of his alarm clock taking in power to function properly. It was such an annoying noise that she had gathered her things and gone back to her small basement apartment at the school and slept the next few hours in her our king sized bed. She remembered the last time she’d gotten so hammered on a school day and that brought back memories of a certain man that she would rather forget about. Of course, he had to walk up to her right when she was thinking about him. She looked up at him, her gold eyes glaring coolly at him as her hands wrapped around her own coffee mug, the white porcelain hot against her pale palms but it helped ground her to reality as she tried not to hear the constant hum of the internet going through her head this morning. Her honey gold hair hung in sweet tassels down over her shoulders, curling around her delicate features though Tetsu of all people would know that she was a lot stronger than she looked. 

“Fuck off.”

Naturally, the first thing to come to mind for the young Russian woman was a curse toward his cocky smirk and she glared at him before pointedly looking away, raising her own coffee mug to her lips and sipping at the hot and caffeinated liquid held within the dish. There were dark smudges under her eyes and there was a large purple bruise on the left side of her jaw that spread to what looked like a handprint on her neck that she made no move to really conceal as she moved around this early in the morning. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a heavy grey sweater that was sipped up over her chest and hiding most of her torso though it was clear from as close as he was that she wasn’t wearing much of a shirt beneath it. “Teachers aren’t supposed to look good. They drill useless information into the brains of young imbiciles.” Roza commented, looking at him again with those cold gold eyes, though there was a hint of amusement in them as one corner of her mouth lifted slightly for a moment before it vanished again. 

She could remember the first time she’d met the man, here in a similar situation, except she had been dressed up for a night on the town and she hadn’t yet begun teaching at the school; she was just an underage student who got to drinking Friday nights with her friends and hooking up with seemingly random guys. He had been one of those guys once, though she had gotten drunk with him first and spilled a whole lot about her past, but nothing about why she was here or why she hadn’t contacted her brother yet. It had been seven years at least and she was already too different for him to realize that it was Elizabeth; even if her hacker tag was still the same as it had been when the woman was just a ten year old girl. Letting go of her mug she reached up a hand and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear and looked at him, attempted already to reach for her laptop or cell phone to see if he could still stop her as quickly as he used too. 

@MThePathSeeker

Damian Luv
Hallways

The young homosexual man had been looking at his match for the few moments that he stood still but soon enough the two were off again and a large arm dropped around his shoulders, affectionately and possessively he noticed. He lifted his gaze to Jack when he spoke, that huge grin on his face giving away the excitement that was still brewing insid[color=630460][/color]e him and Damian had to admit; Jack was giving him more butterflies just by being as gorgeous as he was. Jack squeezed his shoulders gently and Damian felt himself pulled toward him, forcing a sweet pink blush across his face again, glad that the man was talkative because the goth was never the best to continue a conversation with the way he often retreated into silence when he was unsure of what it was that he needed to or wanted to say. 

“I don’t mind being touched Jack. Just . . . try not to rush me okay?”

Damian didn’t answer his question at first, instead addressing the issue that which he deemed more prominent in the current situation and it was quite true; Damian was happy to hold hands, cuddle or be held – or do the holding, so long as he wasn’t being rushed into anything too quickly. “You startled me earlier when you wanted to move in together right away.” He was trying to explain why he had gotten a little freaked out earlier that day when they walked and he ended up with his hands in front of him, illustrating every phrase he said to accentuate or define, as well as encompass ideas. He wasn’t very good at speaking, much less giving his own thoughts or opinions and had adopted the habit from his father, though the man now refused to believe that Damian was his son now. “I don’t know anything about you yet. So I wanted to learn before we do something rash and bold.” He wasn’t a coward, just cautious and timid in certain situations that involved other men. Girls were easy to handle, but the men were always more difficult to figure out as well. 

@Avanhelsing

Claudia Desmond
Match Office

Claudia had been standing at the door, terrified of the two who were there waiting for her and as Tamaki looked over their shoulders at her she had taken a step back and bumped into a boy walking passed the office, his angry yell made her jump and look over her shoulder, wondering why she had even dared to come here. Of course they would match her with a boy, she hadn’t told them about what had happened that made her leave her home town in the first place. The girl turned her bright blue eyes toward the two again in time to see one walking toward her; he was tall and light of hair though he wasn’t big and muscular like some of the other boys she had seen here at the school. He smiled at her, happy for some reason and she couldn’t find much of a reason not to be afraid when he stopped and bowed I front of her, his light hair flopping forward momentarily until he lifted his head and took her hand from her pocket, kissing the back of it lightly. She jerked away from the touch, yanking her hand back from him violently enough that there was a loud crack as her wrist snapped out of place then right back in and she shoved the pale appendage back into her sweater pocket where it had been before. Why did he have to take the hand with the bandaged wrist?

“C-C-Claudia.”

She could barely stutter her own name through her rapidly increasing heart rate and the speed at which she breathed but her quiet voice was muffled by the scarf that covered the lower half of her face so thoroughly. Her hair had fallen further in her face though some had tumbled out of her sweater hood as she moved, the long black-purple locks catching the light just enough that a hint of a deep, bloody red shone with the dark violet and raven feather black. “I-i-i-it’s n-nice t-to m-m-m-m-meet you.” She spent a solid minute stuttering to get that single sentence out and she looked down at the tile floor by her booted feet, away from the two boys and thought about how little she deserved to have a male do that to her, or how hard it was not to be afraid when they both walked right up to her like that, as if there was nothing wrong. The second one, the one she didn’t know the name of yet, was more intimidating than Connor and she wanted to shrink away from his rough gaze, to hide so that he would never be able to see her but the best she could possibly do was to hide her form in clothes and her face in shadows like she was now. When a café was mentioned though, she didn’t even try to talk; Claudia nodded her head, even though what she really wanted to do was run away from here too. 

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