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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Mar 24, 2011 17:32:33 GMT -5
When bored. Go to the Bronze.
There was no better hangout in Sunnydale. Well, actually it was one of the only nice clubs in Sunnydale. The Bronze was the most popular, and Willow liked to come here when she wanted to hang out with her friends. Or when bored, which she also was. The redhead had finished her homework for the week. It had actually been easy. Homework usually was for her. So now that she was done with that she had come here to relax.
Willow sat at her usual table. She had come alone tonight wearing a cute pink tshirt with a colorful flower on the front. Her pants were long light blue jeans and she wore white sneakers. A small pink hat as well. Willow had hoped that she'd just see the others here, but so far no such luck. She hated sitting alone in places like this. It made her feel uncomfortable. Like... like everyone was watching yet no one was. It just wasn't a good feeling.
Unconciously, she brushed a strand of red hair off her face and behind her ear. Willow drummed her light tan fingers against the hard wood of the table, sneaking a glance over her shoulder at the rest of the club as she did. It was crowded tonight. As it always was on Friday nights. There was a band on stage, a local one, playing a song that most of the people here were dancing too. Everyone looked to be enjoying themselves.
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Post by buff on Mar 24, 2011 18:45:15 GMT -5
Buffy was all dressed up, with everywhere to go. With a sprits here, and there of the perfume, she had been saving for an occasion that wasn’t school related. She had spent an entire month’s allowance on it, and felt it did well to compliment her chemistry. A hint of vanilla, with a refreshing shimmer that fell gently across her bare neck. She thought it sad that the best excuse for a club here in Sunnydale was The Bronze, back home in L.A, she had been spoiled by several extravagant choices of hangouts. Here, it was either the bronze, or well… the walk home from the bronze. Not much in the way of entertainment. Still she put on a chipper smile, and reasoned that it was easier for her to stand out and be admired with less competition. Less people, less girls, the more appealing she looked. At least this was what she told herself. Not that it had ever been a challenge; she had always been graced with good looks, charisma, and daddy’s credit card. Well maybe not always daddy’s credit card that was something she had acquired more recently. His way of buying his daughters love, in exchange for breaking her heart.
The time between school and the bronze was filled with actually getting ready for The Bronze. Sure she had homework, but that was why they invented Sunday night! Friday and Saturday was for fun and flirting. Perhaps with super cutie Owen, he was shy, and sensitive and read allot. Not that she actually spent much time reading, but she appreciated men that did. On the bright side, being seen with an intelligent guy made her seem smarter in return. Perhaps she should go to that dusty library and start carrying around a book of her own, just for looks of course. It would really make a statement if she checked out a tome, full of footnotes, however she didn’t think her arms could be expected to carry something like that around all day. Perhaps a small poetry book would send out the same message?
In Buffy’s first visit to The Bronze, she instantly learned the layout. Two stories, bar on one side, stage on the other. It was pretty standard. It felt quaint. She and Cordelia had been here several times since then, and she never got over its charm. It was cozy, and comfortable, and she had already come to know it as familiar. She felt she would never be satisfied. She still yearned for the large and exciting clubs back in L.A, however if she ever went back she knew she would miss this tiny little establishment.
Cordelia was late; they had made plans, weeks ago to be here. Of course they were standing plans that applied to every Friday and Saturday night. Still, it was no excuse. She strolled in, after scanning the parking lot for Cordy’s car. She made an entrance, waving to Collin from the football team, and Jake the hunky swimmer. She made a scene of talking to two other cheerleaders, and then she continued forward till she was approached by Matt. She accepted a coke from the ever generous Matt, of the soccer team, and gave him an innocent smile before she walked off, determined to not even bother looking in his direction for the rest of the night.
Dancing briefly crossed Buffy’s mind, but she shrugged the thought off. The male hormones were raging all around her as it was, and without Harmony and Cordy around to act as a buffer it could be a little much. Tonight she wanted the men to stay at a distance. She had her sights set on Owen, and figured it wouldn’t go over too well if he started hearing rumors of her dancing with other men.
So, exactly how could she ward off the men folk until Cordy arrived?
“Hey Wendy!” Buffy said perkily as she sat down in the booth across from ‘Wendy’. Sure, it might damage her reputation just a little, but she could smooth it over by saying she needed help with a paper or something. Wendy was a well established ‘brain’, no one would second guess it. Also, it would keep the boys at bay.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Mar 26, 2011 13:10:16 GMT -5
Willow chewed on her inner bottom lip as her gaze wandered over The Bronze. Where were Xander and Jesse? Were they busy with homework? She guessed they could be. It made her wonder if she should call and see. She was always up for helping them with their work. She liked schoolwork. That reminded her, maybe she should have brought a book. She was bored now. There was nothing to do here. Maybe she should go home?
Her thoughts were cut off as Willow caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to look at the seat across from her. She blinked in surprise seeing the familiar blonde there. Buffy? Buffy Summers? What was one of the most popular girls in school doing sitting across from her? And, talking to her? She was talking to her, wasn't she?
Willow glanced over her shoulder, she didn't see anyone else though. She looked back at Buffy. "Wendy?" Her brows furrowed in confusion. Hands in her lap she leaned forward slightly. "Who's Wendy?" The redhead wondered for a moment, she then blinked again as it dawned on her. "Ooh! Did you think that I'm Wendy? I'm Willow. I guess it could be easy to mistake though since they both start with a W. I'm not a Wendy though. Not that it's not a nice name, I like the name, Wendy's pretty... uh. Shutting up now." Her rambling ceased with a light embarressed blush on her pale cheeks. "I'm Willow." She told Buffy with a small smile. "We go to school together." She didn't think that she'd know her name though. The popular kids never seemed to know her name.
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Post by Keith "axel" Parker on Mar 27, 2011 8:11:28 GMT -5
The Bronze? It was a place where young adults, usually those going to Sunnydale High or UC Sunnydale, drink, dance and socialise. The only problem with this however, as that for vampires, drinking had a different definition. Sure, he enjoyed the occasional scotch or beer, but there were more enjoyable, and thrilling drinks which Axel had on his mind. As he glanced around at all of the people, shimmered in darkness and flashing lights, he eyed his potential prey with a certain sterness. Some of them had such delicacy and delishiousness to them. He just wanted to thrust them against a wall right now and dig his sharp fangs into their soft neck and drain them until their bodies quivered and they began tingling. Until the tingling stopped, and their lifeless body dropped to the ground, leaving a satisfied and intoxicated Axel to enjoy the rest of his night. That was the beauty of being a vampire. Not only the power, and the dominance. But the thrill, as well. The taste of glory...Of complete intoxication. The hunger right before the bite. Intense. The feeling when his teeth first pierce the skin of the defenceless human. Truly a satisfying experience, which he couldn't live without.
As he begun to walk further into the crowds of people, the blinding lights became more surreal and bright. But he brushed this sensory overload off, as he continued walking, noticing a few stares from young ladies. A brief, yet soft smirk was placed on his lips as he glanced at them, not as a friendly exchange, but as a predator eyeing off his potential prey. They could be his, in moments, if he wanted. But he wanted to be picky, Axel enjoyed a challenge. He enjoyed the satisfaction of the chace, and who he chases, not just the 'easy ones' who want to get laid. They were fun for a while, but quickly bored the young man. He needed constant excitement and thrill, otherwise he becomes quite uninterested. When such a thing happens, they might suffer the fate of a broken neck. Or even a ruthless feed. He didn't want to do that to them. He enjoyed smelling the hormones of the young girls in the air as he drank their delicate blood. Sure, they were scared of the 'big bad monsters,' however they proved by their erotic gasping and tingling in their thighs as he moved his hands below their skirts otherwise. Mmm...Such a delicious and gratifying experience, making a girl quiver in her knees and love the 'thrill' of being killed in such a manner.
He proceeded to the bar, buying a scotch, before glancing around for further inspection, hoping to find someone more than suitable and gratifying for him. He took a swug, before he noticed the one he was looking for. She was beautiful, petite and looked like the type who would enjoy her fair share of darkness. Oh, how he would enjoy giving it to her hard. She seemed to have a certain 'mystery' about her, which he did enjoy. He liked unravelling mysteries. He grinned, as he moved closer, casually through the crowd. It was then that he noticed she was in the presence of someone else. A girl he did recognize from Sunnydale High, but she was too insignificant for him to know exactly who she was, personally. He didn't really care, he had his eyes on the other girl. Though the redhead did have a large display of innocence about her. Mmm...Innocence. He could almost spell it off of her. Innocence was enticing to play with, mess with their heads a little. Now, even she could be fun if worked properly. He snickered to himself.
He proceeded to the two, standing directly in the middle of the two. He had noticed that the redhead was slightly uneased, hinting that these two weren't exactly friends. Perfect, he could use this to his advantage. "Hey there..." He adoped his dark, seductive tone as he glance directly at the blonde. "Whats a beautiful young girl like yourself doing over here, when you could be...Enjoying yourself a little more." He smirked casually, not taking his gaze off of her. He turned his head towards the redhead, with a slight smirk placed on his lips, before noticing she had an empty glass. "Looks like you need another drink. How about a scotch?" He questioned intriguingly. He didn't see her as the type, but it would be fun to challenge her.
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Post by buff on Mar 28, 2011 18:12:10 GMT -5
When Buffy sat down she could instantly tell that ‘Wendy’ looked bored. Perhaps she was waiting on her date to arrive; come to think of it Buffy had seen her around with those guys that she desperately tried to avoid. The boy with the dark hair had tried to talk to her once or twice. Thankfully Cordelia was there to save her from the embarrassment of actually talking to him. What was his name again. Harry, Harris, Hansel…oh, never mind. It wasn’t like he was actually worth wasting time over anyway. Still she offhandedly wondered if Wendy and Hansel were dating. So cute, nerds in love.
Buffy watched as the look of recognition and surprise covered ‘Wendy’s face. How much of a treat was it for her, Buffy wondered. Being graced with a popular girl’s presence? It was like Christmas had come early for the other girl. Just being seen with Buffy would raise ‘Wendy’s’ popularity status up by like a zillion points. How adorable. As Buffy watched the range of questions and emotions rush down ‘Wendy’s’ face she took a second to really look at the other girl. A dash of blush, some mascara, strip off the ‘my mother dressed me’ outfit and this girl could be a major hottie. With a bit of work, and a complete wardrobe over hall of course.
What did Wendy mean ‘who’s Wendy?’ Buffy wondered. This girl was simply not cool enough to suffer from soap opera drama amnesia. Only super hot men, and models could pull that off. “Willow?” Oh… Oops. Buffy generally felt bad, it wasn’t like she was expected to know everyone’s name. Still, she was so sure she had the girls name right. Genuine guilt trickled down Buffy’s usually confident features. “Oops, sorry Willow.” Buffy said, correcting the girl’s name. She then made a mental note to never call the girl by the wrong name again. She remembered how she felt when someone had accidently called her ‘bunny’ one time. At the thought an uncomfortable tingle ran down her spine.
However the guilt passed as WILLOW began to ramble on. This girl totally lacked confidence. Buffy raised an eyebrow. Ok correction, this girl would need a lot more work then she originally planned. Still, there was an inner hottie in there somewhere lying dormant. “Yeah, I think we have science or something together.” Buffy said, knowing it was quite possible that the girl was in her class. She remembered seeing a red head in the science lab, but she was not quite sure if it was Willow or not. Truth being told, it could have been anyone.
Buffy was on the verge of asking the other girl a question when she noticed an unwanted male presence next to them. Hadn’t she come over here to Wen....Willow, to make herself seem more undesirable to the lust driven male species. So much for her well thought out plan. Buffy rolled her eyes and her head simultaneously, away from the visitor. What was it with men, and their over rated pickup lines, did they ever actually work. On second thought did they ever actually work on someone who wasn’t a complete ho-bag? Willow didn’t look to be taking the bait either, she still looked uncomfortable from earlier. Then again the guy had appeared so fast neither of them barely had any time to switch gears.
For reasons unknown to Buffy she felt very uncomfortable with the stranger so close to her, something felt off, but she had no idea why. So she shrugged it off, deciding that he just generally just gave her the creeps. “Beautiful young girl’s like us are waiting for our boyfriends, who should be here…” Buffy looked down at her arm, that was not actually sporting a watch. “Any second now.” Ok, so Owen wasn’t actually hers yet, but honestly it was only a matter of time! And Willow was most likely waiting on Hansel, Harris, Henry? So it wasn’t a complete lie, however she hoped it was enough to encourage the guy to leave.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Mar 29, 2011 4:52:35 GMT -5
"Ye-Yeah. We have science together. I sit right behind you?" A small grimace slash smile spread on her lips. Sure she had been sitting behind her for the whole semester already, but she wasn't hurt though. She was used to not being known by the popular kids. Buffy had called her "Wendy" after all. So it was clear that she had no clue who the redhead was. The only time the popular kids seemed to notice her was when they needed her help with their school work. Will was always the one to come too when someone needed help with their studies. Yup. Brainy Willow. That was her. She didn't mind it either. She liked being smart. It made school easy and, well she was going to get into a good college someday so being smart was a major plus. She didn't know what she'd do after high school though. Though if she did get accepted to some good colleges she was definetly going to a really nice one. Maybe out of the country even!.. but then she'd have to learn a whole language and-
The girls thoughts were cut off as she noticed a man approached their table. At first she thought that he'd continue walking straight pass them, it was her instinctive thought. How could she not assume that? But when he stopped at their table she was genuinly surprised. She had been expecting Xander and Jesse! Not Buffy Summers and, and some hot guy!
Was this one of Buffys friends? Was he who she was waiting for? She honestly wasn't sure why Buffy had come over to talk to her in the first place. Maybe she was just passing time? She could see that as a possibility. But if this was Buffys date then boy did Willow feel awkward now. She was about to make a move to get up, and say the words of 'i'll give you two some privacy now' or something along those lines. But she stopped herself from making that inch to move when she glimpsed Buffys eyes roll. She didn't look... happy, that the man was here. So he wasn't her date then? Willow felt kind of relieved. This saved her from making an awkward exit- oh no awkwards back. The heat began to muster in her body once more, the feeling rushing back as she watched the man hit on Buffy. She felt like she was in the middle of something now, even though he was actually the one in the middle of them. Either way it wasn't a good feeling at all.
When he turned his head towards her, a smirk on those lips, Willow eyes blined in surprise by his offer. "Wh-what? Scotch? Oh, n-no scotch. I don't drink-, uh, no. Thank you though." She said, her tone polite but rather small, equally matched with a smile just as small. She was sure that blush had grown fiercer now. She never tried scotch before. She just ordered simple things here. Like tea, or, or milk. Not something with alcohol in it. She never had anything alcoholic before. She didn't plan too for a long, long time either.
Willows attention snapped back to Buffy when she heard the word boyfriends. The blush imediatly faded and, she couldn't be sure but she might have gone slightly white in surprise.
"Boyfriends?" The confusion was clear on her face, but with one 'out of the corner of her eye' glance at the man Willow continued her sentance, with more confidence this time. "Oh boyfriends! Y-yyyeah! We have boyfriends. Just two boyfriend having girls waiting on our boyfriends to show up. Boyfriends, hehe." She had spoken with more confidence but it still came out in a bunch of rambles. But as soon as she had finished speaking her head dropped and she looked down at her hands with embarressment. Ooh, why do I always have to make a fool of myself? She didn't want too! She just wasn't comfortable with one of Sunnydales most popular girls seated across from her and a really cute guy standing to her right... wait, why was she playing along with Buffys story and saying that she had a boyfriend when there was a cute guy right there? Oh, she was confusing herself now! But he had shown a clear interest in Buffy, of course. What guy wouldn't take an interest in Buffy? Hell, if she swung that way she'd take an interest in Buffy. She didn't swing that way though! Of course not! She was perfectly straight. Yup. Straight as straight could be.
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Post by Keith "axel" Parker on Apr 2, 2011 0:30:33 GMT -5
He glanced confidently towards the beautiful Buffy. He could sense the uncomfortability not only in her mannerisms, but in her speech. He liked that. It proved to him that she wasn't too fond of having a male presence within her company on nights out like this. If he had anything to do with it however, she'd be over that uncomfortableness soon enough. Chuckling as she spoke, he looked on. Her voice was soft, sweet and in many ways innocent. He liked that, also. However in comparison to the redhead, this girl would be far from innocent. He was more than certain he could do things with her, which he couldn't with the nerdy redhead. The blonde looked like she hadn't had too much experience with guys, at least on a physical level, which would explain why she was slightly on edge. But he was more than confident she had it inside her, to do great things. With him, of course. She was too precious to let wander off to the casual guy, who didn't truly understand what he was doing.
Boyfriends. It was a funny term, which he remembered all too well. Most of his school life he had been referred to as the term 'boyfriend,' because he was always closely affiliated with a girl. However that had never stopped him from experimenting with other people, and experiencing things that he couldn't recieve from the actual 'girlfriend.' It was such a loose term to him, however Buffy appeared to be taking it in a more closed-minded approach. He smirked as she looked at her watch, as if expecting them. They were either late, or non-existant at all. Both options would be fun, though he did hope she actually had a boyfriend. It was more than amusing to be caught making out with someone else's girl. Only now, it was even more amusing because he could just as easily snap the boyfriend's neck right in front of the girl, claiming his own right to do whatever he wanted to do with her. Like that even stopped him from doing anything. Axel was a free minded individual, after all.
"Well, seeing as they apparently have more exciting things to do than keep tabs on their girls, I guess you should take me up on that drink offer. I don't like my girls being...Dry, in the throat." He grinned coyingly, before taking another sip of his scotch, now directing his attention towards her friend, the redhead. This girl obviously wasn't all 'there.' Some things never changed. He briefly remembered her from school, though couldn't remember her name, as always being the quiet and unsociable one, hanging out with those two weirdos. He did enjoy seeing them rediculed, though. Always brought a laugh to the young man's face. It was kind of cute, how the innocent young girl wasn't accepting his offer for scotch. Obviously she had never tasted alcohol before. "If our beautiful friend here's watch is correct, then we have some time before these 'boyfriend's' show up, meaning that you can have a drink. Its on me, after all." It was a fair trade. After all, the drinks would be on them by the end of the night.
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Post by buff on Apr 2, 2011 1:59:32 GMT -5
Buffy thought back, and even though Willow was familiar too her, she couldn’t actually place her in science class. Perhaps because they shared that class with Owen and her attentions were locked down on him. Who could blame her really? It occurred to Buffy that she really should be more aware of her surroundings. The thought sparked that she should be nicer to this Willow girl. Not for show of course, but because the girl seemed really nice, and might help improve her grades. On the same note, paying more attention to Willow, then Owen would tremendously improve her C- Average she was currently struggling to maintain.
Buffy was surprised to see how flushed Willow’s face became, maybe she didn’t feel comfortable yet calling that dark headed guy her boyfriend. Perhaps they had one of those complicated relationships. Either way Buffy felt bad about making the other girl uncomfortable. However, in her own defense she was trying to get rid of the creep. Buffy raised an eyebrow at the girl, as she spoke. Willow’s confidence was dropping with every word. Dear, dear, Buffy actually felt it would be charitable to do something for this girl. Willow was a sweet girl, and Buffy felt responsible for attracting this unwanted attention to her. She had an urge to just pummel the guy, but of course that would be impossible. Not to mention un-ladylike.
“Well you heard the girl!” Buffy said, backing up the redhead. Her voice carried much more confidence, and control, Buffy hoped it would be enough to get rid of the guy. He was giving her the major ‘Wiggins’. If he didn’t take the hint she was sure the ever hunky Matt, from the swim team could be a bit more persuasive. She wasn’t sure what it was about the stranger standing at the edge of the table that made her feel on edge. Perhaps it was the tainted gleam in his eye, his un-natural steadiness, or maybe the overly cocky tone to his voice. Whatever it was, she didn’t like it. She didn’t like the way he looked at her, or they way he was looking at Willow. It was Buffy’s fault he was in their presence, so she felt responsible for anything that was said or done to Willow.
“Ohh, look Willow, a clever innuendo.” Buffy said rolling her eyes. She didn’t actually have much…or well any experience in the ‘sexual’ department but she knew enough to fake it. “Don’t innuendos, paired along with being offered a scotch just want to make you bend over the table right now?” Buffy said with equal doses of anger and sarcasm. Maybe it was the lack of sleep due to the disturbing dreams that was making her extra cranky, either way she felt a flash of adrenaline spark through her veins. This entire night felt off, if only Cordelia had shown up on time none of this would have happened.
Buffy looked over Axels’ shoulder and pretended to wave to Owen, who was still nowhere to be found. “Well my date is here,” Buffy said, scrunching her nose in a ‘too bad for you’ sort of way. She reached out for Willow’s hand, as she stood up from the booth. “I need to go powder my nose. Willow want to come?” She asked, before pushing past Axel. All in an effort to escape to the Ladies room. While also keeping in mind to bring along Willow, before she became a victim to whatever methods of so called seduction he might bestow upon her.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Apr 3, 2011 1:40:18 GMT -5
A grimace started to tug on the corners of the redheads lips as he spoke. Had her confidence really wavered that much? He didn't appear to buy into the 'boyfriends' thing at all. She didn't think her lie had been that bad...
Either way she didn't know how to reply. She didn't want to come across as mean or, or rude but she didn't want to have any scotch either. She hadn't had any before, and she really want to try. There was a curiousity, of course. But she was a good girl. She was alcohol free! Yup!
Willows head turned to Buffy. She was greatly relieved that Buffy backed her lie up. Buffy was actually nicer than she thought. She had always thought that since she hung with Cordelia, that she was as mean as she was. It was nice to know that she wasn't.
But as Buffy said that her date was here, Willow imediatly looked to where she had waved. "Huh?" A hint of worry showed clearly on her face.
W-what?
Was Buffy going to leave her alone with him? No! S-sure he was hot and all, but something about him bugged her. She liked nice guys. And he was... slightly intimidating. She was worried that Buffy was going to leave her alone with him. The intimdating factor about him was only part of her problem though. She could barely talk to guys! Any guy! Except Xander and Jesse. She could talk to them just fine. But any other guy she could barely get a word out without stumbling over her own words! She didn't want to be alone with a guy. She'd make a fool of herself! She felt like she already did that enough tonight.
When Buffy reached out a hand to hers, asking if she wanted to come with her, Willow was genuinly surprised. "S-sssure." She said quickly. She stood up with Buffy, making no protest in being pulled along. A wave of relief past over her as she followed the blonde. She glanced over her shoulder at the man though. That inner pang of guilt inside of her felt a little bad about leaving him alone. But she wasn't going to bring it up. Men like him always found other girls. So, it was all good?
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Post by Keith "axel" Parker on Apr 3, 2011 6:25:22 GMT -5
This girl was either one extremely smart blonde, or she just didn't know what she was missing out on. He was going to select the second option, as from experience, blondes just weren't smart, no matter who they were. Sure, they made those cute puppy dog eyes and were good for certain 'things,' however they weren't good for the thinking aspect of anything. He chuckled as she backed up the redhead, who didnt' seem to have much idea of what was actually going on. He shifted his gaze from the redhead, and back to the blonde, with a coy smirk appearing on his lips. Whether she was just a loyal girlfriend, or she was uncomfortable in his presence, he really didn't care. All he cared about was getting what he wanted. And right now, he wanted the blonde's neck. The redhead could be a...Desert, he supposed. A nice strawberry tart, he thought to himself with a snicker.
He couldn't help a real snicker as the blonde began subtly insulting him. He leant in on the table more, brushing his tongue over his bottom lip softly and slowly, staring directly at the blonde. "If you wanna bend, I won't complain. But honestly, it doesn't really matter where you wanna bend over. As long as I'm right behind you. For support, of course." A dirty grin was plastered on the young man's face, before withdrawing his hand from the table, and staring down the two once again. Maybe when he was just a 'guy' he would be more nice to the girls, or at least fake it in order to get with them, but now that he was technically evil he had no worries about what he said or did. He had no limits anymore. If he didn't get with a girl one way, he wouldn't restrain himself from using force. Who cares if it leads to him carrying them out kicking and screaming. As long as he got what he wanted. And hey, screaming was kinda cute in a girl. He liked hearing that.
It was more than obvious that the blonde and the redhead had no dates. Especially since the redhead had no clue what was going on. Maybe she was a stoner, or something? He wouldn't have expected that from the school nerd, but who knows, anything is possible in this town. "Trust me, you won't need powder babe..." He grinned, referring to the image that she would end up being 'powdered' by dirt in the ground. He glanced at the redhead, now feigning an innocent look. "Your not going to leave me here alone, are you? I thought the two of us were getting along well. We had...A connection." He smiled innocently, before taking a sip of his scotch. He liked acting, it was fun, especially for ones like Willow. Regardless of what happened, he wasn't going home thirsty tonight.
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Post by buff on Apr 4, 2011 5:28:46 GMT -5
Buffy might see herself as just a tiny bit better than most other girls, however that didn’t make her heartless. Sure she was held to higher standards then Willow, but she just couldn’t leave the girl setting there with this guy to prey on her. She was a humanitarian, and also a human being. Above all else, she was not helpless. Something about this guy was just plain off, and she felt that Willow would not be able to handle herself, if left to her own devises. If nothing else she would stay with her until that Xander…or whatever he was called showed up. She did not want to be seen hanging out with Willow for too long. It was never good to be seen with nerds at the bronze. Even nerds with alibis. People would not buy her story that she was only talking with Willow about school if she stayed with her all night. Buffy did not let it show on her face, and casually smiled at Willow as she pulled the girl along. Willow was sweet, it wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t tell Burberry from Belks.
Buffy gave a glance over her shoulder at the stranger. Something inside her was screaming, and demanding….something. But what? It was new to her it wasn’t lust, and it wasn’t quite fear, but it was something she had trouble recognizing. Her body was telling her that something was wrong, from the hairs on the back of her neck, to the length of her spine. It was unusual, and the sort of thing she would never speak of for fear of having her friends think she was insane. All together it just seemed best to ignore the whole situation, and get away from him as fast as she could. All while keeping Willow out from his gaze.
She had managed to get a couple of feet away before he boldly made a comment. She stopped, and ice crept down her right forearm down to her fist. She could think of a few choice body parts of his she would of liked to have bent, and she didn’t think he would like her suggestions as much as his own. She paused and contemplated the wave of anger mixed with adrenalin that had rushed over her. She never got angry, or confrontational. She really needed to get more sleep; it was turning her into a major Mrs. Grumpy-pants.
She stopped, released Willow’s hand and turned to him. She gave him a cold stare, as she tried to determine exactly what it was about this man that she despised. At least apart from the obvious. She knew she could slap him and get away with it, however she knew that she wouldn’t feel satisfied at just that. It wouldn’t be proper if she hit him, guys might think she was too manly, and with Prom coming up she wasn’t willing to risk her reputation.
However after he turned to Willow, all bets were off. “The only connection you are going to have is my fist hitting your face.” Buffy instantly frowned, as if she couldn’t decide exactly where that statement came from. “Don’t listen to this guy Willow.” Buffy said shaking the whole thing off. “Guys like him are very well acquainted with their palms, and their fingers keep them company.” Buffy sneered at the guy, before calmly looking over at Willow. She had delt with creeps like him before, generally it was nothing new, they would exchange catty and perverted remarks until the guy got tired of being turned down. She rolled her eyes at the thought. He was nothing new, …..nothing new.
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Post by Willow Rosenberg on Apr 4, 2011 7:53:43 GMT -5
As the guy spoke, Willow looked at Buffy as she felt Buffys grip tighten once they got a few feet away. She wasn't taking that reply good at all... Willow wouldn't either if it was directed at her. Actually she still felt bad for Buffy. Did she always get hit on by guys like this? She guessed it wouldn't be surprising. Buffy was a beautiful girl. So it was natural. She wondered what it was like to get hit on all the time. Or, er, once. Willow wasn't exactly one to be hit on all the time. Of course there was Xander but that was just him with his jokes, they were friends. Nothing more... the redhead did wish for more. Her crush on Xander was, well, she really wanted to be with him. Or at least try. Xander didn't even seem to notice her feelings at all. She was being kind of subtle though... Maybe she could-
Her attention was torn off her thoughts when she felt Buffy let go of her hand. Willow looked at her, stopping too once she saw that she had stopped walking. She turned to the guy, just as he spoke too. A uncomfortable blush formed on her cheeks, and she was pretty sure behind her ears too. She didn't want to be mean and leave, but she really wanted to leave. Why did he have to try and appeal to her nice nature? She didn't like when people tried to. It always made her feel bad and guilty and in the end she always gave in. Like with school work. She'd often get guilted into helping. It wasn't her fault though! She just didn't want anyone to fail and get bad grades.
Tonight though, Willow wished that she stayed home. It was awkward here and she was getting unwanted attention. Home was nice, warm, cozy with soft fuzzy blankets and tons of books to keep her company. While here was... awkward. Very, very awkward. She had never got so much attention in one night. She had only expected a quiet night with her friends, not this. She was mentally cursing herself for coming right now.
"Oh no. There's, there's no connection. And, I... I don't think Buffy's interested either." Her voice was kind of small and modest. She was uneasy too but she wanted to help Buffy out. Back her up a bit. She wasn't sure if it was as obvious to the guy as it was to her but she could definetly tell that Buffy wasn't interested in going anywhere with him.
Hearing Buffys reply, Willow blinked in surprise. She was stunned that Buffy would say something like that. She hadn't thought that Buffy was violent. Or was she? She seemed to be finding out alot of stuff she hadn't known about Buffy tonight.
Willow said quickly. "Buffy didn't mean that- uh," She wasn't sure what to say. The guy was being, sorta creepy, but she didn't want a argument or anything to start. She wanted peace. Looking to Buffy she said. "We should just go, Buffy."
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Post by Keith "axel" Parker on Apr 8, 2011 23:53:11 GMT -5
Well, this was getting rather frustrating and boring quickly. The redhead was the stupid and vulrunable one who he could easily bait in, and prey on. But the blonde was the one who was beginning to anger him, very much. She was the reason they were walking away right now. Apparently she thought she could just reject him, and get away with it? Obviously she hadn't been in town too long, otherwise she would have realized what kind of guy he was. And no, he wasn't referring to being a 'vampire.' He had it all; looks, popularity, played sport, every girl wanting to be with him. Just...Not this one. Apparently becoming a vampire had ruined some of his credibility, because this girl would've been mauling him by now, in a common situation. Axel did not like rejection, and he knew that this girl would soon realize it. If she wants to get in the way of his prey, that will be her downfall.
He eyed the redhead curiously, with a slight smirk, as she doubted Buffy's decision. So her name was Buffy, aye? That sounded like the name one would give to a dog, or something. Woof woof? He would make her bark like a dog, there was no doubt about that. Just thinking about that made him snicker as the two young ladies walked off, to "their boyfriends" as Buffy called them. Even if she was telling the truth, the chances of the redhead having a boyfriend were slim to nothing, and he would've been an extreme dropkick. He knew deep inside that Willow would prefer to be talking to him right now, then putting up with "Buffy" the talking dog. Who wouldn't? Those blondes were only good for one thing, and some couldn't even manage to please him the way he wanted them to. They were good screamers, he'd give them that. But other than that crutial fact, completely and utterly worthless.
He wasn't going to let them go without a fight. "Your not going anywhere Buffy, I'm not done with you yet." He smirked at Willow. "Not with you either, by a longshot." He moved foward, and grasped Willow's hand tightly, before glancing at Buffy with a smirk, wondering what her reaction would be. "You see, I don't appreciate being walked away from, especially from blondes." He noticed some people had begun staring, wondering what the commotion was all about. He noticed a man come foward, as if trying to settle the situation. He quickly punched him hard in the hard, watching him fall as people begun to gasp. Usually he did things more 'silently' but if the blonde wanted trouble, she was going to get it tonight. He tightened his grip on Willow's wrist, before dragging her through the crowds of people, away from Buffy. He was going to have his fun with her tonight, and he wasn't going to let them ruin it for him.
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Post by buff on Apr 9, 2011 0:48:28 GMT -5
Damn right there wasn’t a connection; Buffy felt her temper swell up. She fought to maintain it. She really felt off tonight. Once again she played it off to the dreams that continued to wake her up at night. Perhaps she shouldn’t drink a soda before bed, from now on it was strictly water after six pm, and all the caffeine had to have been making her jittery. Willow’s voice was so week, and uneasy that it brought Buffy back to her senses. No matter how much she wanted to pummel the guy and beat him to a bloody pulp. She had never actually hit anyone before, unless you count the third grade when that creepy kid Thomas ate her yellow crayon. Maybe her hormones were out of wack, she knew Prozac was not what the cool people were taking, and she was unsure what was acceptable for her to take. The last thing she wanted was for Harmony, or worse Cordelia to find out she was taking last year’s antidepressant. Maybe she should skip the drama all together and just get sleeping pills, and no one would ever have to even find out.
“I did mean it Willow,” Buffy quickly corrected. In truth she wasn’t actually sure if she meant it or not. Her body hummed with energy, and the urge to take him on, however her brain seemed to be the only logical thing in thinking that she needed to leave. Buffy did want to go, her mind knew it only made since. Buffy hated conflict, this entire matter had gotten way out of hand, and she just wanted to get away. However, her body refused to back down. It was as if she were two different people, both fighting against each other for opposite causes. She was generally concerned about her mental state, and was reconsidering what she should take. Had someone accidentally slipped steroids in her pre-bed soda?
She hated the way he said her name, it unnerved her to no end. It felt dirty, and wrong, and she could not understand why. She took a protective step in front of Willow, only because it felt natural. It took a few seconds for her to even realize she had done it. She figured there was more to the comment he had made about blondes, some built up anger from an ex maybe? Either way she didn’t care. She was ending this, and her mind seemed to toss up a white flag and surrender over to her instincts. She did not even have time to process this exchange of power going on within her, before she took a step forward. “Then allow me.” If he didn’t want her walking away, that was fine with her and she took one more single step forward. She watched him knock the man down with interest. Her face was resolved, and she had made it apparent that she was not going to back down. He moved away from her with what seemed to Buffy, unnatural speed. If not for Willow, she would have appreciated his gesture of leaving. Willow wasn’t a friend by any means, she was just a girl, and she had only learned her name five minutes ago. She knew she couldn’t let him get away, not with the girl. No matter how much she resisted, her feet began to move forward and chase him. She caught up with him just at the entrance, and after looking at the fear on Willow’s face the temptation became too strong. Mimicking what she had seen Axel do to the unconscious man back on the floor, she threw her fist, with as much force as she could manage.
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Post by Cordelia Chase on Apr 9, 2011 16:59:57 GMT -5
Cordelia was not having a good night. First she had woken up from a ‘beauty nap’ only to find a huge ugly zit on her nose and to add insult to injury soon after that she discovered her idiot of a mother spilled wine over her planned outfit for the evening when she had ‘borrowed’ it the weekend previous. What the hell was a grown up doing wearing her teenage daughters clothing anyway? Mid life crisis much! Growling in frustration she proceeded to spend over an hour sitting at the desk in her room taking the time needed to follow all the steps needed to rid her of signs of such a monstrosity. A procedure the high school queen didn’t find herself having to worry about all that often generally her skin didn’t demean itself with such hideousness. First you squeezed the offending piece of skin and then you applied so many skin products and make up it looked like the thing never existed in the first place.
It was only when Cordelia was satisfied that she could present herself to the outside world without fear of embarrassment and moved to her wardrobe to find a replacement outfit to wear that she realized she was ten minutes late to meet Buffy. Oh crap Sunnydale highs newest student and the only girl that Cordelia would even consider thinking of as a real friend wasn’t going to be too happy. Still she was sure Buffy would understand even without her mentioning the zit situation why she was late. After all the girl as a fellow school queen from what she had heard of Buffy’s time in L.A would understand better than anyone the importance of having the perfect outfit. If she didn’t, well then maybe Buffy wasn’t the girl she thought she was.
Fifteen minutes later and that was Cordelia rushing herself she finally settled on an outfit for the evening. Moving over to the mirror she grinned as she liked what she saw deciding that the one shouldered black dress she chose helped to emphasis her curves and overall good features. Oh the boys were bound to lust after her in this outfit a thought that brought a genuine grin to Cordy’s face. She just loved it when people paid attention to her for the right reason and if that made her superficial as those jealous of her liked to call it then so be it. Why shouldn’t a beautiful girl like herself get all the attention that she deserved?
Leaving the house cursing her father once more for not giving her the cell phone she had requested his excuse being that he could barely afford their bills on the landline as it was. Well duh if she had her own mobile then she wouldn’t need to use their house phone now would she? Men could be such idiots sometimes and besides she only ever used her phone for importance stuff like finding out the latest happenings in school off Harmony. Getting into her car she started quickly driving to the bronze ignoring that little thing called a speed limit. She was over thirty minutes late as it was and besides it was not like the cops here in Sunnydale ever did their job especially if that involved crossing her father. It wasn’t long before she arrived at the Bronze finding herself witness to a scene that absolutely horrified her. What the hell was Buffy doing punching that guy? Didn’t she know if you had to lower yourself enough to make use of physical violence you at least made use of a lady like slap? And what the HELL was that guy doing with Rosenburg of all people.
Putting the window down on the car looking at the three with an expression of disgust she took a moment to casually observe them before speaking. “Buffy what are you doing? Didn’t anyone ever tell you how a lady should act? God seriously is that the standard of behaviour L.A allows these days?” After giving Buffy a disappointed expression she turned her attention to the guy “And you! What the hell are you doing with Rosenburg of all people...? Didn’t anyone teach you the difference between a real woman and a girl who can’t even tell the difference between modern outfits and those that would be more suited to her mother? But then I suppose it makes sense for you not to display taste... That whole creepy bad boy stalker thing was soooo last year.” Her words were spoken softly with her expression breaking out into a simple smile which emphasised her good looks as she surveyed them impassively her piece said.
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