Ares De Kaizer
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![[*]](./images/aventure/default_icon.gif) posted on 7-31-2010 at 01:19 AM |
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Opposite side of the Lake
<Glowering overhead, a sun beat down ontop of Ares' nearly-sweltering back. Inside Hogwarts, his attire was most comfortable, now plagued with an
onslaught of frustrating sweat. Pulling the maroon hem of his Gryffindor markings, the top layer was dragged over the expanse of his chest as arms
went skyward. Once the hole had given his head access to freedom, fabric wiped across the beaded forehead. Ares stood now in the casual make of a
white cotton fruit-of-the-loom undershirt, and belted men's skinny jeans. Luckily, they denied to sit like a woman's skinny cut, simply elongating
Ares's fit form.>
<A dimple showed at the left of his cheek when his mouth parried the idea of actually finding Mila out here, searching for the most obvious places
as he stood a good hundred feet away from the shore. Throwing hands to cup around his mouth, the boy bellowed out towards the lake.>
OI, MILA! Where the hell did you go?
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Mila Bellarus
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| posted on 7-31-2010 at 01:40 AM |
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Hell, apparently.
<Hell with a lake! A lake that was, sadly, completely unsympathetic to the plight of a girl with youngest-child syndrome and her issues with
prefects that just would not quit poking and poking until he'd gotten the desired reaction. Between bouts of internal rage and the red-faced
stomping Mila paraded down the Gryffindor hallway, - a walk of shame, absolutely - she couldn't help feeling a twinge of depression that Caleb wasn't
suffering from micropenis. Nothing was going right.>
He's such a vile fucking human being. God, why he gets his arse kissed by students and faculty, I'll never know. It isn't like he has anything on me
anyway. Except that now I'm apparently some psychotic dick-grabber. I can laugh that off, I guess.
<Not right now, though. That scowl and the hard, embarrassed blush stuck on Mila's face weren't going anywhere for now.>
What d'you want? Time for another lecture on behaving?
Mila Bellarus - Seventh year Gryffindor HBIC
Small time! and you're dreaming of the big lights!
Screen life! you went looking for a good time!
Painless! don't you wish you were weightless!
Famous! from this moment you're fated!
Advice, agents, and taped late night whiskey
Tiny cups for a tiny lady
Opera heels are swiftly growing indecent
And a lady in descent
Falling forward towards the
Cosmopolitans and ladies
Looking for pills in draperies.
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Ares De Kaizer
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Location: Mila's whorish hip.
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Mood: Freakin' Jolly.
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| posted on 7-31-2010 at 02:02 AM |
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You did grab his dick, though.. <It was a statement of truth; Ares had caught his breath now, running around a quarter of the grounds
before remembering that Mila often resided by the lake when left in a tiff. However, his pace failed to slow as the rampaging woman continued her
trampling down their hallway.>
<Ares stumbled and caught himself before lurching forward to grasp her thin little wrist within his large hand. He stood about six feet and an
inch, peering down at his friend once he'd stopped her movement.>
Would you just stop, this is ridiculous. Why do you always have to care what they think? If you're going to act like you are one of those plastic
barbies, then shouldn't you be able to brush this shit off, no problem?
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Mila Bellarus
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| posted on 7-31-2010 at 02:13 AM |
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He wouldn't shut up. You degrade someone, you get degraded right back. If anyone's surprised that retaliation exists, they can fuck right off
with it. That was the whole point though, I guess. Caleb never seemed to fond of the idea that people dismissed me as harmless or whatever when he
thinks he sees the so-called 'real me'. Whatever.
<A little noise started up in her throat when Ares went and grabbed, but Mila swallowed it.>
It's a personal thing. He attacks me personally. He isn't in a hallway gossiping about me or pointing fingers, he's making scenes in public and
getting off on knocking me down. Whatever puts a smile on your face, right?
Mila Bellarus - Seventh year Gryffindor HBIC
Small time! and you're dreaming of the big lights!
Screen life! you went looking for a good time!
Painless! don't you wish you were weightless!
Famous! from this moment you're fated!
Advice, agents, and taped late night whiskey
Tiny cups for a tiny lady
Opera heels are swiftly growing indecent
And a lady in descent
Falling forward towards the
Cosmopolitans and ladies
Looking for pills in draperies.
sono_katii
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Ares De Kaizer
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| posted on 7-31-2010 at 02:22 AM |
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Grabbing his crotch isn't going to help or show him up, Mila. I can't believe you are this upset over what Caleb
has to say. What the fuck was he talkin' about anyway?
<As it were, Ares had been away from grounds for a while which resulted in missing a grande amount of details in his comrade's life. His hand still
clasped, thumb easily hit near the second set of joints along his set of appendages, loosening to show he intended not to control this
situation.>
You are far from harmless; there is probably some truth on either side of you, but don't act as if what he says really puts a damper on you. I'd have
to call bullshit, unless you have suddenly become a refraction of what you make yourself out to be.
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Mila Bellarus
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| posted on 7-31-2010 at 02:31 AM |
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Yes it is.
<Of that, she was sure. That what she had done after so much resisting and agreeing and relaxing harmlessly underneath her blanket, that
little number spiced things up in a way that only Mila and Caleb would have understood. He was trying to draw a line in the sand for God knew what
reason - to assert himself as better, to be able to say he'd won, to be the bigger man? - and Mila simply obliged. It was like a child trying to
correctly write down the number 5, struggling, and an older, wiser one coming up behind him to grab the pencil and physically show him. She
sucked one long, pink nail between her teeth and chewed, riding the crash from all that rage.>
I'm not exactly sure. There are a couple of things I've said and indirectly done to him. I think he has a thing for an ex of mine, so I made sure that
before he went to a party Caleb was going to be at, he'd be nice and drunk..and on my arm. Just a little slap in the face. I really didn't have any
idea he was that serious about it. Oh, and a couple of rumors I spread that he hasn't been able to confront me about in private. He likes to
make everything public, like..like if a bunch of people agree with him, he's somehow justified. Take kissing Kingston, for instance. We were at lunch,
I was harmlessly flirting with King, and bam, Caleb's got his tongue half-way down the guy's throat, basically starting a pissing contest.
It's like he wants to do something along the lines of what I do, but he does it wrong.
What bothers me is that the rage I saw in there - you didn't, you were at your desk doing something, that was real. Really, really apparent. Almost
tangible. He's pissed off. Something, something, wounded beasts are dangerous. Shit like that.
Mila Bellarus - Seventh year Gryffindor HBIC
Small time! and you're dreaming of the big lights!
Screen life! you went looking for a good time!
Painless! don't you wish you were weightless!
Famous! from this moment you're fated!
Advice, agents, and taped late night whiskey
Tiny cups for a tiny lady
Opera heels are swiftly growing indecent
And a lady in descent
Falling forward towards the
Cosmopolitans and ladies
Looking for pills in draperies.
sono_katii
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Ares De Kaizer
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| posted on 7-31-2010 at 02:47 AM |
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.. I.. really? That just sounds as if you decided to pick on someone whom you assumed was some cub, and turned out to be a little bigger. You are
not exactly sure doesn't really work with your explanation. I'm not kidding you, Mila.. one day, you're going to really fuck up somebody's
mood, and I'm not going to be around to catch the punches, or draw my wand behind you.
<This situation was unsteady; he would die if ever the problem arose, that Ares wasn't there and Mila seriously got hurt. Most of his frustration
with her was the fact that she mouthed off so often that it was hard to make sure that nothing dangerous really happened.>
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Mila Bellarus
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| posted on 7-31-2010 at 02:54 AM |
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Who cares what people think happened? Is the point really who fucked up first? That's all already over and done with. Although.. like I said,
there isn't very much he could do to me. He doesn't know anything about me outside of 'she's a bitch' or something equally stupid.
I can take care of myself anyway. It's not your problem.
<Or wasn't because Mila wasn't quite sure how to make Ares happy in this situation. Even if her view of things was skewed, the damage had been done
on both ends. As for physical retribution, while no one else seemed to know where Mila's talent with magic actually lie, she certainly didn't seem too
afraid of it.>
Why don't you-uu..
<Elongating the vowels gave her time to turn around and face the lake again, mentally walling off.>
..Go back up there and try to fix everyone's bruised egos if it bothers you so much.
Mila Bellarus - Seventh year Gryffindor HBIC
Small time! and you're dreaming of the big lights!
Screen life! you went looking for a good time!
Painless! don't you wish you were weightless!
Famous! from this moment you're fated!
Advice, agents, and taped late night whiskey
Tiny cups for a tiny lady
Opera heels are swiftly growing indecent
And a lady in descent
Falling forward towards the
Cosmopolitans and ladies
Looking for pills in draperies.
sono_katii
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Ares De Kaizer
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| posted on 7-31-2010 at 03:03 AM |
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< A hiss escaped from an angled upper lip, sneering at the back of the girl's head as he did his signature hair-rustle. He was her gay-accessory,
though that wasn't truly the case. He was secretly the only person who enjoyed the stinging bite of snakes; Mila didn't intend to be venomous, he
could insist, even though she often antagonized others..Somehow, the instinctual need she had to assert dominance in this somewhat passive aggressive
form had never played to power him down. >
Tch! You're being a bloody brat; you should probably pick a friend who will go in on your master plans alongside you, don't you think?
<Ares De Kaizer was not a biter even though his annoyance often caught him under the chin. Enough so that is was raised with dignity above her
small flax head. Wide shoulders tilted to give indifference as he'd make towards the common room once again.>
People told me slow my road I’m screaming out fuck that
Imma do just what I want lookin’ ahead no turnin’ back
If I fall if I die know I lived it to the fullest
If I fall if I die know I lived and missed some bullets
/I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold/
I’ll be fine once I get it, I’ll be good.
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Mila Bellarus
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| posted on 7-31-2010 at 05:00 AM |
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<Wasn't this situation ripe for pity? Mila imagined it - imagined turning around and calling out to Ares, hoarsely pleading for him to run right
back down to where she was and hold her while she cried into his shirtsleeve about how embarrassed she was and how badly Caleb had shook her up,
because after all, wasn't she just a harmless little girl, defenseless and unable to handle consequences? There were no illusions about that on her
part. Mila didn't claim to be evolved, or other-worldly, or above getting a slap in the face and then bringing holy hell down upon herself just like
she'd been baited into doing. Underestimating how far Caleb could swipe when he was wounded was a glaring miscalculation, and not one she would make
again - but telling Ares that he couldn't do anything about the situation was more to protect Ares himself than an actual belief of hers, especially
not after she'd been so schooled in the art of retaliation an entire five minutes ago with a live audience on hand. If you put anyone, anyone
in an unfamiliar situation, they would flounder. Even the most adaptable person couldn't perform flawlessly in the face of circumstances they'd never
encountered. So, why hadn't she done the next predictable thing and sobbed to everyone who would hear it about how the big bully was just picking on
her and hurting her feelings and threatening her? Easy. Mila provoked it, plain and simple. Not knowing how deep Caleb's offense ran wasn't any excuse
to go playing the poor-me card. Besides, going a step further with his own medicine was more her style. What a crying shame that Mila hadn't gotten to
savor the shock and awe spreading across that self-satisfied face of his. It was a waste in the highest sense of the word; such a beautiful thing, and
she'd missed it.>
<But as far as Ares and Kingston were concerned, they deserved apologies at some point. Real, thoughtful, honest to God apologies. Whether or not
they'd think it was sincere was another matter, but things like that weren't meant to be rehearsed, especially not when Mila was genuinely annoyed
with herself at having made someone else uncomfortable - well, two someone elses.>
<Right now, though, this was the perfect time curl in on her side upon the crumbling six foot wall she'd climbed and enjoy what was left of the day
fanning out across the lake. The bricks were still warm with what was left of summer, and since that pleated skirt certainly didn't leave Mila's legs
to the imagination, her skin was more than pleased with the effect.>
Mila Bellarus - Seventh year Gryffindor HBIC
Small time! and you're dreaming of the big lights!
Screen life! you went looking for a good time!
Painless! don't you wish you were weightless!
Famous! from this moment you're fated!
Advice, agents, and taped late night whiskey
Tiny cups for a tiny lady
Opera heels are swiftly growing indecent
And a lady in descent
Falling forward towards the
Cosmopolitans and ladies
Looking for pills in draperies.
sono_katii
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