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PKA//Tougher the Outside, Softer the Inside {Marree~Jeran} Mar 6, 2014 17:13:18 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 6, 2014 17:13:18 GMT -5

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Vy Pryce
Age: Eighteen
District: Two

There's one medicine that particularly works the best, though it's actual purpose isn't for medicinal uses. No it's more for having fun, but it can have multiple uses. Luckily for Vy she has a nice stash of soda bottles as she claims to have an addiction to Pop, it works perfectly as well. With two small sized bottles in hands she's completely ready for a night with only her best friend, alcohol. It's not like her roommates are even going to notice her absences, unless it's to comment on how peaceful it may be. So she doesn't change into her night clothes as she stays quiet on her bunk consumed by her thoughts and luckily not pain. The room follows as hardly a noise is made, apparently they all need a little calmness.

"Gonna go shower." Vy notifies in a hushed voice as if her roommates actually care. She grabs her small bag that usually holds her hygiene products, though this time it's two sodas. And just as predicted they could all careless. With that Vy slips out the door, a giddy grin upon her face as she closes the door behind her.

With all of the staying off her feet, Vy's been given way too much time with her inner thoughts. It's safe to say she may be going crazy with her ability to only talk to Brooklyn for a couple of minutes a day. Especially due to the fact the little thing's unable to communicate the truth if she's being treated perfectly. Sure Kyanite's keeping an eye on her, but without physically seeing it herself it's hard for Vy to trust anyone's word. A small time period to get her mind off of this is just what she needs before she drops out all together and ruins the chance of building a better future.

The halls are as silent as the room. It's become a ghost down which is completely weird when these very halls are filled with cadets during the day. Before every corner she darts an eye down it, being cautious as to not run into anyone. How funny that they're all nearly adults yet they're treated like children with a curfew and all. It takes a little longer then usual but she does safely make it, a heavy sigh escaping as the dark gym becomes all hers.

What may be even worse is Vy's inability to train lately as that's always her coping methods to overwhelming thoughts. She tried to other day just to get plagued with pain from her knee. They didn't give her strong enough painkillers, but that's to be expected. Lucky for her she has her own stash and though it's not official, it kills pain just as well. She takes comfortable seat on the bench as she immediately digs into her soda, gulping down a large sip before opening doors startle her. As quickly as she toke it out she stuffs her bottle back into her bag, only to retrieve it out once more at the sight of Jeran...what's he doing here? Not that she cared as a smile surprisingly comes to her lips at the sight of him.

"Thirsty?" Vy doesn't bother with a greeting as she holds out the other untouched bottle. "I was gonna save you some." She explains because they did have plans to drink from the other day. Currently she needed time to distract herself with training and drinking, but the company of Jeran makes it all that much better.

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PKA//Tougher the Outside, Softer the Inside {Marree~Jeran} Mar 6, 2014 20:49:23 GMT -5

Post by * on Mar 6, 2014 20:49:23 GMT -5

This late of a night, it seems that both of my roommates are already dozing off to dreamland, while I'm stuck here in this bed staring up into the nothingness of the dark room. I know there's a ceiling there and there's no way out of here except the door, but it still don't sit with me well. Not with the words that still ring through my head of that Sergent Mets that has ultimately become my problem. I guess everyone gets them, but I've done nothing wrong for him to hate me from day one. Or does he? All he has given me is nothing but advice adn warnings. Maybe even a threat, but today was pushing it too far.

"Weak." I mutter out into the dark room and I can hear the guy on the top bunk stir slightly and then become quiet and I finally sit up and rub my fingers all over my face to wake up what sleep was wanting to come. I'm not fucking weak. He is. How dare he call me that? Little twig? What's that suppose to mean? I'm physically fit. Have been my entire life unless he's talking about something else. Maybe there is another weakness in me that I'm not aware of? What is it then? What does he see in me that make me look that way to him? Why does he even care?

"I can't take this anymore." I push off from the bed and feel my way to the drawers of my closet and pull out the first shirt I find and grab the jogging pants. With it being dark, I can't tell what pair I just grabbed, but hopefully it was a suitable color to match the top. I can already imagine the question Ky would ask me if she saw my choise and her first question would be 'what happened? Get dressed in the dark' and I'd be able to finaly say 'yes' for once. With a determined spirit, at the sink I grab a handtowel and throw it over my shoulder and take off out of my door and into hallway.

If there's one thing that's creepy, it's walking down a vacant and quiet hallway that seems to echo my footsteps without giving in. So, on the way there, I push my hands into the pockets of my training pants and instantly, I feel something to the bottom and grin heavily. "Yeah, like that'll ever be used." I can't help but shake my head and the moment I happen upon the doors to the -would have been - gym, My eyes befall upon the girl that has suddenly became part of my everyday life here. Meeting her here though? Co-incidence?

"Do you always come here this late of a night, Vy?" I question her motives as I look around for anyone else that might be in here, but I, neither hear nor see anyone. I shrug my shoulders to her question about me being thirsty and she even goes to say that she would have saved me some.

"Sure you were. You little water hog." I throw a teasing remark to her because for some reason, joking around her has started to become a regular thing, though any situation that happens between us, I don't let phase me. I always keep my cool around her, but recently?

I move closer to her and raise an eyebrow, pulling the towel from my shoulder and letting it hang downward before I toss it off to the side where she's sitting. "How's the leg doing?" I'm generally worried about her leg and the way its healing cause to be a peacekeeper, one needs to be in top shape to do that and within the first week, she was reinjured and made to relax. That was horrible luck for her, but luckily, I guess the officers like her spunk. So do I. I subconsciously muse about the blonde haired beauty.

"So, this is all for me? How kind of you. What do you want? Another peace offering of sorts?"

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PKA//Tougher the Outside, Softer the Inside {Marree~Jeran} Mar 6, 2014 21:43:34 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 6, 2014 21:43:34 GMT -5

The first time the two had ever met was within the career gym. Instead of Brooklyn companying them soda is. It's odd but he brings out the bright face that only the little one could achieve to get out of Vy. Finally someone she can sit back and joke around with. Maybe it's all the hatred within her dorm that creates such appreciation of seeing him...or maybe it's just his personality. Bit of both? He questions whether she always goes to the gym at this hour, which only reminds her of their first encounter. Was he thinking about that to? "It must certainly appear so." The grin stays glued to her face as she finds she's thrilled to actually have company. Though she does actually spend a lot of nights training.

A tease arrives from Jeran as he doubts that Vy really was going to save him some, even adding that she's a water hog. How she's missed these type of conversations, it doesn't offend her in the least. Soon he'll realize that it's not water filling these bottles. She laughs at the idea she was talking about water and how he's going to react at the taste. She eggs the drink towards him until he finally takes ahold of it. "Just drink it." There's still giggles that mixes with her words. Is she being a bad influence? Oh well.

"How's the leg doing?" Once again Jeran's sweet side comes out. That's the part Vy's not used to, but his mixture of being about to joke and have a kind heart is amazing and something she's unable to not admire. In a small way she's like that, when it comes to Brooklyn, but he's generally like that.

"It's killing me." To everyone else Vy would lie and talk about how great she's doing, claim how she's a fast healer. But honesty just comes naturally with him around, yet another first. "But I need to train, so I have a little help." She holds up the bottle as to gesture to what she's talking about. Something about alcohol erases nearly any pain, making it easier to train.

It's sort of cute how Jeran questions if the whole bottle's for him, and what Vy wants out of this. Another peace offering? It seems like they already have peace between the two of them though. "Didn't we already make one?" Her voice is all sweet as she questions him. "Get a chance to talk to your sister yet?" She asks, generally curious over her good stance with the Ruze siblings.

"I'd like a training partner for an hour or two." After all Jeran did ask what she wanted. By the looks of it he was going here to train anyways, might as well keep each other company. "Ever try drunk training?" The grin returns as she brings her bottle back to her lips for another swig. "How's your foot?" She remembers that they both went to the med room, and he even needed an x-ray. Well this shall be interesting.

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PKA//Tougher the Outside, Softer the Inside {Marree~Jeran} Mar 6, 2014 22:23:16 GMT -5

Post by * on Mar 6, 2014 22:23:16 GMT -5

"Do you always come here this late of a night, Vy?" It may seem like a question when it was really some sort of dejavu statement because not long ago, I was just meeting her for the first time without even realizing that it would become more than just that once that we would talk. Our first time was nice because it was wonderful meeting her and her little sister the night that Kya was so very ill. She actually made it better for me to talk to someone, even if it was just a small step into my life. She was a stranger I never thought I'd meet again. That was until that night I caught Kya at the underground fight and watched this woman take advantage of Kya and deal some serious damage to her arm. Now, here we are again? Third times a charm, right? Always when it comes to training

Though the water bottle is handed over to me, I have to wonder what kind of peace offering I'm suppose to be making with her. It's quick from her mouth, but apparently nothing is needed. The only thing is the need for a sparing partner or something for an hour or two. Though, one question that she previously asked still lingers within me cause I refused to answer it right then and there and shook it off.

"Yeah. I phoned her yesterday. Apparently, she confirms what you said about some sort of peace agreement or something like that. Glad it all worked out. I can't help but look to her leg though, cause I know Kya had done that in the fight but it was Dunham that really screwed her up. I swear, if I ever get matched up to him, he'll pay for both Kya and Vy. It's weird how these women in my life tend to rule over me. Does that make me a ladies man? I have to take to grinning when I think of my sister as a 'lady', but Vy probably is taking this grin as an answer to something she said. With a quick taste of the water, I'm brought to the harsh reality that it's not water at all.

"Interesting water, Vy. Very nutricious, although, I think some sort or mixing of a soda or fruit would liven this up?" I tease her, and take a heafty drink and replace the lid in order to answer her fully. "Can't say that I've ever had the pleasure to do that. What's it like to train without senses? Is it all that it's cracked up to be?"

The bottle of liquid she holds goes straight to her mouth as she allowed the liquid to disappear from her bottle slowly. I follow suit until she asks about my foot. I shake my head a few times, bite on my lowerlip before answering her.

"Hurts like a bitch and it's nothing but purple, but healing. At least it wasn't broken so that's alway a plus. Then again, with a break, you get that thick cast to cover it where as a deep tissue bruise.. well, lets just say your screwed if you hit the bed post in the middle of the night." Yeah, I admit that happened to me last night. I woke up in sever pain with a glistening in my eyes by the time the pain subsidded and I ended up sticking my foot through the pillowcase just to make sure to keep it well padded.

"Ever used a pillow as a fake cast before?" A joke about myself comes out, and I get nearer to her, and sit down and start stretching out. "What kind of trianing you need a partner for? Anything in particular your wanting to try, Ms Pryce? Sparring? Hitting the bags? You name it. I'm not picky as long as it benefits me, too."

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PKA//Tougher the Outside, Softer the Inside {Marree~Jeran} Mar 6, 2014 23:48:06 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 6, 2014 23:48:06 GMT -5

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It's relieving to hear that Jeran had a conversation with his sister. Why Vy cares so much of what he thinks, when she could always careless about anyone else, she's not quite sure. The knowledge that Kyanite relayed that they're now on good terms is amazing. Now the two of them are able to officially be friends, the one person that she's able to get along with in this academy. Her happiness over this news pulls a grateful smile upon her face as she listens to him. Thanks Kyanite, she makes a mental note. Not that she'll ever even hear about just a silly friend that her brother has. "Me to." She agrees with a small grin. Even excluding Jeran, she's happy over the friendship she somehow formed with Kyanite. Great, everything's settled with the Ruze siblings now.

Finally Jeran takes a sip from the bottle Vy gave him and is given the pleasant surprise of its contents. It's difficult for her to resist giggles from his expression as he was actually expecting water. "Well sorry I'm not more prepared." She jokes to his complaint of not having a mixer to go with it. At least he's up for the impaired workout as he questions if it's all that it's cracked up to be. So he's probably never slept with a career before, he's certainly not all that innocent though. She randomly shakes her head of to rid of these thoughts. So there's been a few drunk training then sleeping with someone, but that's far behind her by a couple of years. "Sometimes." She comments with a smirk and another little sip.

The honesty's returned as Jeran also expressed his high discomfort with his very damaged foot. It's not broken, but sounds just as painful, especially when he mentions accidentally hitting it in the darkness of the night. "Ouch." It Vy's automatic response as she gives a wince in sympathy. "Ya don't always get a cast with a break though." She comments about her healing knee, at least it's in a nice brace. Another sip, and the pain's melting away. Training soon.

"I can't say I have." Vy answers Jeran's silly question of using a pillow as a cast. Why is his personality so appealing? She eyes him questionably as he takes a seat but asks what training she's looking for. "Well don't get comfortable." She nudges him and surprisingly doesn't find it nerve wracking to have him so close. The option of sparring sounds a little enticing. "Lets spar." She answers after less then a minute of consideration. "I mean, unless your foot hurts too much?" She teases. So the drink is kicking in, that's quick. Well why not speed things up then.

With that Vy gets up to find the joy that the majority of the throb with in her leg has subsided, and only a small sting comes with every step. There's already a mat laid out within the gym as it always is, because the occasional spar comes up frequently. "I promise I won't kick your ass too much." She provokes just as she did with his sister. Well this shall be lots of fun. Lets see if he's similar to his sister in fighting techniques. Kyanite doesn't have the meanest punch but she does have good strategy, for the most part. "We're both a little handicapped, perfectly even." A cocky grin graces her lips as she takes one last sip of her drink before closing the top and putting a safe feet away from the large mat.

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Post by * on Mar 9, 2014 5:10:19 GMT -5

All the while we talk, I take multiple sips of the 'water'. The more and more I drink, the effects are starting to take effect, but it seems to play in my favor with Vy. Apparently, she does this 'drunk' training all the time or something. This will certainly be interesting. It's kinda funny that she's brought out the humor in me which most people can't. I'm not trying to impress her in the least, but she does do something to make me want to actually appear human to her.

"Ouch. ya don't always get a cast with a break though." I nod when she says that and I let my gaze go straight to her leg. At least she gets a brace. I might as well sleep with my shoe on until it becomes a little less tender. However, the pillow was much more comfortable but Vy declines ever having to use a pillow as a cast before. In all honesty, that I don't say aloud, that was the first time I ever used a pillow as one as well. I take a larger gulp of the liquid the moment I sit down next to her and inquire about what kind of help she was needing with me. I offer her my services at the expense she tell me what it is that I'll be doing.

"Don't get comfortable. Lets spar. I mean, unless your foot hurts too much."

"What's this? You think I"m weak, do you Vy? You've seen what Kya can do. Imagine that I'm the one who taught her everything she knows. You are in for a rude awakening, sweetheart." Whoa? Where did that come from? I keep my face as straight as possible, with no lead that I'm shocked at that last word that came out. It has to be Vy's 'special water'. So, with that thought, I grab the bottle once more and take two more gulps before standing up after the initial stretching.

She's the first to let her loose lips bring on the challenge. As for myself, I only give her a nod as we both step onto the mat. With the bottle in her hand, she takes one last sip before putting it away and sure enough, the time has come. So, without even waiting, I immediately take charge after her, wrappy my arms around her middle in attempts to get her to fall over, my foot going behind her good leg to aid me.

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 9, 2014 12:30:16 GMT -5

"I don't." Vy finds herself commenting back quite quickly when Jeran questions if she thinks of him as weak. Why did she say no? An answer to that kind of question is never know. Intimidate the opponent, not warm them up. But she doesn't want to with him, if anything she feels the need to boost him up. Better change that mind set now Cadet, one soft spot is enough. She shakes her head as if to rid of her comment, listening to Jeran continue on about how ruthless his sister is, and how he taught her everything she knows. Well that's good to know. "So should I imagine that you trained her, or did you really?" She questions and allows a rare giggle to escape. The drinks are most certainly kicking in by now as words seem a little jumbled.

Again with the nicknames, but at least Vy's presented with a real challenge as Jeran claims that she's in for a rude awakening. How enticing. "Is that a bet or a promise?" Vy plays a smirk upon her face as if to show her lack of believing him. "We shall see." She provokes some more because she's nearly certain she may get an actual real fight out of him. This may be lots of fun. "Guess we'll find out who's really the sweetheart to." Why not tease him a little more? It's a different kind of entertainment, back and forth, and a surprisingly nice energy. Maybe one friend is reasonable, it'll make it more likely for Kyanite to keep an eye on Brooklyn to...

Everything happens quite quickly and before they know it their upon the mat and ready for a mini drunk fight. Unexpectedly Jeran jumps to making the first move, closing the distances between them. Of course Vy jerks back, figuring he's going in for a tackle or an attack, but to be given the pleasant surprise of his foot behind her good leg. Her ass hits the matt with a thud but any pain is nonexistent thanks to the drunks. Instead more laughter escapes her as she gives Jeran an approving grin, good job. "You stole my move." She informs as she swings her own leg under him with hopes to trip him back. For some reason Vy finds herself not wanting to be violent with Jeran, unable to throw a rude kick but instead just forcing him to join her on the floor. Instead of aiming for his weak spot, she avoids his injured foot. Why not just prove her strength then? Try to get on top.

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Post by * on Mar 9, 2014 17:24:42 GMT -5

She teases me back about the nickname, making me pull back a wide grin. Somehow, I'm able to keep a straight face around her when I want to do anything but that. Though, she barely even sees it coming when I take off after her, wrapping my arms around her middle in order to get her down, but she manages to hop backward evading my arms so quickly. What does catch her though, is my leg I used for a good tactic to get her down should she have avoided me. Worked like a charm. My mind is racing with so many dull thoughts. My vision move a bit more than it should with how fast I'm moving around, but I don't dare speak, until she does first.

"You stole my move."

"How did I steal your move? It was mine to begin with. You're probably just going to copy me after this, aren't you?" I taunt her which I normally don't in a spar. It's usually quiet methodical ideas and techniques that I would try to put together. Somehow, my mind is clouded. In a matter of seconds, she does try the same move on me. Her leg swings under my right foot which in turn makes me stumble aback. I find my head connecting to the mat rather quickly and before I know it, I feel the weight of someone holding me down. My gaze finds Vy right into my line of vision. Her blond hair strings near her face from the efforts of the fight. Her lips parted slightlly in a smile.

"I think beauty may have finally conquered the beast?" I put it to her and take my hands quickly to steady her shoulders, until my feet get around her back and I try with everything I've got to turn the tables on the positions.

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 9, 2014 17:52:21 GMT -5

It's funny how much Vy realizes her miss towards her old life. Before Brooklyn came into the picture it was all being one of the boys, drinking, joking around with them. Despite her roles as one of the boys, never being the one they commented and crushed on, she was the often the only female around during their career party nights. The majority of her friends exchanged benefits with her during those drunken nights, hence the accident of Brooklyn. Before that though, just hanging out and making fun of one another was plenty. Those would have to be her best days. In a way she finds it returning as Jeran and her share a couple of drinks and begin training. Maybe having a friend is a good idea, especially to get her mind off of back home.

"You wish." Vy jokes back to Jeran's claim of it being his move and how she's now going to copy him. Honestly she didn't see him as the type to get distracted, but it's the perfect opportunity to bring him to the floor with her. She doesn't hesitate for a second to take the advantage and get on top of him to claim her own strength and dominance. So much for him showing her. A half smirk graces her lips as she crosses her arms on her chest, already taking her victory. Well this was easy.

"I think beauty may have finally conquered the beast?" Did Jeran just call her beauty? Certainly he didn't mean to, but it still completely catches Vy off guard as her expression grows completely baffled. Seconds later his weight his used to his advantage as her shoves her shoulders away to get her off of him. Instead of simply pushing her away like a rag doll, his legs wrap around her and the tables completely turn as her back lands against the mat and she's no longer on top. Damn it. Didn't expect him to be the quick and strong.

"I guess you did." Vy comments while struggling to get past his grip. After all he's certainly the beauty while she has no protest against playing the beast. There's no use of attempting to get free as his position is perfect. Someone's been training for quite a while. There's one strategy still up her sleeve, though she hasn't used it in years and is certain it no longer works. Why not give it a try though? With the alcohol in their systems there's a slim shot. Though her hands are pinned she's still able to pull up her face to Jeran's, with plenty of room to lock their lips together. Is it to only get ahead within this spar and manage on top again? Partly. She's also had the urge since the drinks kicked in, though that she'll never admit to. A kiss usually weakens a guy though, and possibly she'll be able to get free with it.

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Post by * on Mar 9, 2014 18:50:28 GMT -5

Who knows what went through her mind when I called her the beauty. It is clearly suppose to be that way with the way she looks this close to me. The effort of the spar already making her stand out from all the rest of the women I've sparred with. None of the others would be this eager to really fight. Against me, they usually let me take control. They would let me win just to be close, but it's never interested me; just petty girls - dull girls. Vy?

Now, It's my move. My time to turn the tables on her instead of letting her have it her way. Pushing on her shoulders, she is clearly taken back easily with my strength, but I use that to allow my legs to wrap around her and manipulate her. It's in one swift move that I have her on the ground, both of my arms pinning her's down, straddling her waist to keep her grounded. The position is clearly pure dominence. My kind of dominence and I know my face is showing nothing but pure elation with a smug half smile. Looking down at her, I can't help but stare into her eyes for a moment, then to her lips the moment she sudden lurches forward, bringing her head off the mat and her lips meet with mine in such a way.

Pure. Utter. Shock! Since when did the women take the initiative to make moves like that? I don't let up though. My grip on her arms, tightly slightly with her struggle, but not enough to hurt her. Never hurt. I don't play that way. I just want to ensure my ability to keep her down and hold her there but with the bodily differences playing in my favor, how can she really deny my this opportunity since she already started this little game?

Clouded judgement and all, I quickly lean into her, letting my lips crash onto hers in a rough fashion. Somewhat eager to lengthen the liplock. With a gentle nibble on her lip, I stop to survey the damage. Is she down for the count? Is she done with sparring already?

"Maybe I was wrong. Beauty will never conquer the beast. Only egg him on. Vy... you are amazing.." I loosen the grip on her hands just enough if she wanted to continue this game, but my eyes never leave her face. I'm too drawn in by her for some reason.

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 9, 2014 19:19:39 GMT -5

It's all become a struggle for power as they flipflop on the mat to see who will end up on top. This is no normal spar where punches are usually added in for good measures. Something keeps them from becoming violent as it becomes only a game to determine who holds the higher dominance. It's quite fun though the drinking's starting to make it more exciting then just that. With their lips now inseparable things have certain shifted. At first Vy's still determining the grip her has upon her hands, though once he sinks into the kiss as well it's difficult to concentrate on anything else. It was suppose to distract him, not the other way around! And she's not even able to have a little control has her hands remain pinned upon the mat.

Their lips separate and Vy finds her self still in the same position. So her lips do still work, her brain's just a little off the hinges as she completely missed her opportunity to escape. At least his eyes are capturing as they find hers and never leave. Well she wasn't expecting this happen, though she's not complaining. He begins to explain that maybe the beauty will never completely capture the beast, just egg him on. Initially she believes he's finally owning up to the fact that the normal gender stereotypes don't relate to this situation. It's clear the she is the beast while Jeran's the ultimate beauty. But he adds in the pronoun him, meaning she's egging him on and...she's the beauty? Yeah right. She chuckles the idea, finally relaxing as it's clear that she's not escaping from his pin.

Vy... you are amazing. What the hell did Jeran end with? He must be kidding, and for once Vy's unable to hold back the shock expression upon her face due to his words. Amazing? Yeah right, he's about as far away from the truth as he can get. Or maybe he's just the naive to think such a thing. It's all probably because of that kiss. She's had lots of experience even if she hasn't practiced in a couple of years. That has to be it. Ignoring the comment she simply goes with it. The grip slightly loosens and she manages to pull free one of her hands, keeping the other one put as if to give Jeran the reassurance that he's still on top. As long as he thinks so he won't see anything coming.

With a free hand Vy pulls down Jeran's face for another kiss, determined that this time she won't get distracted by his unexpected moves. Might as well pretend that the game's over before claiming her winnings. It relaxes everything as the alcohol is clearly doing it's job right, and as fast as her heart's beating due to being so close to someone, she remains in control. One swift move and she pulls her back from the mat to replace it with Jeran's, her lips still locked upon his with hopes to fool him into thinking that the spar's over with.

"The beauty will never phase the beast." Vy informs as she finally pulls her lips away from Jeran's, a grin replacing the empty space. "Guess I win." She pats his chest gently as a small chuckle escapes.

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Post by * on Mar 9, 2014 20:38:42 GMT -5

I can tell immediately, when I mention her being the beauty, there's this adverse side effect. Does she not beleive herself to be just that? Is that word somehow degrading to her? I don't see why not? I use those words sparingly against a woman in my right mind, but for some reason, I'm not thinking clearly at all. Maybe the water is creating this inability to keep my mouth shut from what my brain is saying? Maybe, it's not that at all? Perhaps, it's just what's going on between us? The kiss? How in the hell, have I gotten myself into this mess? Relationships? Not my style. Maybe... one? One night? Just with her only?

"Vy... you are amazing." There it is again. That word keeps echoing in my head and from what my mouth already exclaimed to her. Maybe sparring with a little liquior in my system isn't good, but... who cares? I've got the upper hand and she clearly is allowing it. Hell... she initiated it. AT this very moment, with her hands pinned in mine against the mat, there is so many things that can come from this if the peacekeepers should walk by and notice us in here. They'll be sure something is going on and we'll both be thrown out. I shake my head to rid myself of the intoxication, but it only makes it worse for a moment.

I loosen my grip on Vy and she takes full control again, losing me in her ways. There's something about the way she lets me still keep her hand bound by mine and my other hand goes to steady myself as I keep my position on her still. I can feel her every breath against me and from one second to the next, she meets with me to kiss once again by putting her hand behind my head to pull me under.

It's a wild imagination that takes place now as we move in unison to swap places once again and before I know it, she parts her lips and I become fully aware of the position she took again. She's in control. For now.

"The beatury will never phase the beast. Guess I win." I shake my head.

"The beast has and will continue to capture the beauty. You wait and see. You have won this small battle, but I will eventually win this war." I put my hands up to her waist, letting my fingers toy with the edge of her blouse to give myself a tease when I lift it up just slightly, but stop a moment later. Instead, I take my right hand away from her hip, and trail it along her leg until I get to my pocket and reach inside of it. I grasp the object in my hand and close my fingers around it and pull my hand out. In one easy movement, I push myself to a sitting position, and let my arm snake around her as my right hand sneaks to her back pocket and I deposit the item within the top of the opening. I give her a wink.

"For the next battle, sweetheart. May the odds be forever in your favor?" I know that was a long stretch and her reaction is going to be able to tell me a lot more when she either slaps me or does something else.

"How about, we take this spar a little more serious, now?"

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PKA//Tougher the Outside, Softer the Inside {Marree~Jeran} Mar 9, 2014 21:29:25 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 9, 2014 21:29:25 GMT -5

There's something so different about Jeran that separates him from the average male career. For one his lips are soft though his strength contradicts that. By the looks of it he's not the most buff guy compared to the hulks out there. Up close and sparring gives a whole new perspective though. Hell, Vy was able to beat those hulks to a pulp where she finds herself stuck underneath Jeran. Maybe it's his charm and good looks along with his strength, an unexpected combination as most guys only claim one. At least he's still like the rest of his gender as he falls for a kiss, giving Vy the perfect opportunity to swipe from under him and change positions. Still she finds it difficult as his eyes are as capturing as his grip.

It's almost as if Jeran's speaking a poem as he keeps his title as the beast and insists upon Vy being the beauty. This academy has held a great share of firsts. At least he admits to her victory, though he promises on winning the war. Why does the become an unknown turn on? Especially as her caresses her hips because she didn't bother to pin down his hands. Not like she'd be able to keep them down for very long anyways. Still she finds herself speechless and surprisingly not yanking back and walking away. Has affection been this missed and longed? He's even edging her shirt up though suddenly stops to allow one of his hands to slide down her leg. The joys of pants that have now saved her twice from his touch. Still a small shiver goes through her. She doesn't even want to consider what may happen with bare skin.

Of course it's plenty of distraction to give Jeran the opportunity to sit up, as if Vy weighed nothing and he did it every day. Something slips into her back pocket and once again his words are captivating her as he explains that this was for next time; he even adds in the famous saying of may the odds be ever in your favor. It takes her a matter of seconds to figure out the object he's managed to slyly give her. Without even thinking a chuckle escapes and she quickly covers her mouth, along with her cheeks as she feels a slight blush that only lasts a minute. Why the hell does he have that on him? She gives him a curious look as she removes her hand because she's pretty sure her face has returned back to normal, even with her giggles still linger.

"Why the hell do you have that?" Vy questions with her expression remaining the same, goofy and giggly. The fact that she was seated in his lap, only inches away from his face? Felt almost natural though she wasn't able to wipe away the smirk because of it. Then he mentions continuing the spar but actually taking it seriously. It's as if a switch turns on in Vy's brain as she realizes how close she is to someone...physically and mentally. Suddenly she jumps away from Jeran. This isn't right, she's not suppose to be doing this.

"I should get back to my room...we'll be doing loads of pushups or laps or whatever if someone catches us." Vy pulls the blank look back to her face as she always does when faced with something she's unsure how to handle. Retrieving her bottle that only contains a tad bit of alcohol left she makes her way to the exit, not wanting to hear Jeran's reply in the least bit. Did he really think those ways about her? Or was he just drunk or playing joke? Either way she didn't want to know. It's doubtful that it's anything but a drunken stupor that he'll regret. "Keep the rest in yours, I'll see you around..."

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