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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Mar 11, 2017 18:03:39 GMT -5

Post by kap on Mar 11, 2017 18:03:39 GMT -5

Coach DeLuxe

Footsteps- Coach’s footsteps. As Coach exits the men’s restroom in the career training center and goes back out into the main room, he notices something a bit concerning. The lights have been turned out, and the entire facility appears to be completely deserted. Deciding to make his way through the dark and over to the main door of the building, the young man pushes on it, but to no avail. It’s locked, meaning that there’s no way out without smashing a window, and there was no way that Coach was going to let himself get into trouble by doing something as stupid as that.

Therefore, he reaches towards the wall, feeling along it until he locates a light switch, and flips it. The room fills with light from the fluorescent bulbs above him. Then, he looks around, seeing if anyone else happened to be locked in like he was. After all, he could have sworn there were other guys in the bathroom when he went in. Now Coach wondered if they’d already left. Perhaps they had, and he would be left alone in a room full of weapons all night, leaving his parents and younger sister to wonder where he had gone off to. Luckily, he was rarely scolded for anything, so it was likely he wouldn’t get in trouble for not making it home that night.

Then, Coach turned around quickly upon hearing another set of footsteps.

”Hello?” he asked curiously. ”Is someone else here?”

The young man looked around the whole main area of the building, and finally, his eyes settled on another male, about his age, on the other side of the room. No doubt, he’d been accidentally locked in just like Coach had. Scratching the back of his neck, Coach looked down at his feet nervously. This other guy was actually quite attractive. Though, Coach wasn’t sure he wanted him to know that, and it’s likely that one could tell if they saw his face, which had turned a slight reddish color.

”Hey,” he laughed. ”Looks like we’re both stuck here. Have you seen anyone else around, or is it just the two of us?”

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Mar 12, 2017 20:17:39 GMT -5

Post by uwu on Mar 12, 2017 20:17:39 GMT -5

Cause You gotta be bigger, be faster, be stronger
If your gonna survive any longer
In this lifetime, it better be the right time
The first time might be your last time
Am I a failure if I got nothing to lose
No, I'm not a failure, I got something to prove

Today I decided to go to the gym later than usual. I don't typically go late, mainly because i don't enjoy the crowds. However, it managed to be quite empty when I arrived. Maybe it was because it was much later than the typical times, but it was still nice.

What's today? Saturday? Leg day. I fucking hate leg day. I don't need to do legs, right? Yes. Goddammit. My legs are going to be hella tired tomorrow. That's why I take Sunday's off, though. So I don't have to look like an idiot in front of people. Oh well. Might as well just get it over with.

Once I get started, it goes by much quicker than I thought it would. Just like every day. Going through my mental checklist as I head on over to throw away a wipe, I don't want to forget to do any exercises. I know I won't want to make another trip back here tomorrow, especially with the plans I have with Justintine. So I did squats, leg presses, lunges, calf killers, more leg presses, what else am I forgetting?

Suddenly, the lights get shut down. I look around completely thunderstruck. This gotta be a prank. The weather was perfectly fine when I came in, so the power should still be on. "Hey, who turned off the lights?" The sound of a lock clicking from the entrance before I realize what happened. "Hey! There's someone in here!" Knowing it's useless, I pick up a dumbbell to break a window. Before I find one that I could effectively throw, the lights turn back on. Sweet. Someone came back for me.”Hello Is someone else here?”

"Yes! I'm over here!" I jog over to see it could be. Dammit. It doesn't look like he works here. But it's worth a shot. He's kinda cute anyways. ”Hey. Looks like we’re both stuck here. Have you seen anyone else around, or is it just the two of us?” I glance around the noticeably empty gym. "I could have sworn there was at least one other dude somewhere, but he must have slipped out before the door got locked. Anyways, do you know a way to get out of here?" Maybe he's more knowledgeable than I am.

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Mar 12, 2017 23:31:29 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 12, 2017 23:31:29 GMT -5

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Riddle Presidio

There’s nonexistent desire to return to the House I’m supposed to call a Home, or to the Family I’m obligated to care for. Estrogen consumes the residence, in the physical formation of uncountable Sisters. Father attempts to fix the overwhelming misbalance with obtrusive masculine qualities; And unfortunately for him, I won’t company his miserable attempt. It’s not as if testosterone plagues me harshly - though since passing the double digits of age it has increased within me, while my sensitivity curse shrivels in its wake. Thanks to Career training that weak little boy has nearly vanished, which is why I’m dedicated to such on a daily, just like today.

Routine cycles my varies hours of freedom. Cardio for endurance. Basic exercises of pushups, sit-ups, and jumping jacks. Weight lifting to improve already impressive strength. Stretching to ensure flexibility. And repeat until exhaustion heavies my eyes, or my bones pulse in satisfying soreness. On a day such as this, where education isn’t mandatory, countless hours echo my circle of a drill. The moon flickers against the windows to this facility, before I realize I’ve spent all Saturday within these walls.

“Thirty minutes until close!” Blares through the speakers, and finally I break from my vigorous workout. Oh so gently I lower the weights, to avoid an obnoxious clashing sound from an uncaring drop. It’s then that my muscles clench in a howling ache, screaming that I have once again overdid it. Good, that’s another step further from being the cry baby I once was.

Sweat dribbles down my features, glues my hair to my forehead, and plasters every inch of my attire to my structure. Thirty minutes is more then enough time to take a shower. Perhaps I’ll go have some fun afterwards, as there’s no urge to venture to the house. Graceful steps carry me down the hall, and to the male’s locker room. This late hour has none occupying this chamber; and with ease I strip to the bareness of my birth suit, to relish underneath the warming droplets pattering against the tiled floors.

Flashes of childhood project within my mind, as my head leans against the wall & the water cleanses me of the filth from today. Laughter carves mental blades against my eardrums. Uncontrollable tears are brutally recalled as purely the shower’s liquid floods down my cheeks. Father’s expression of disgust from the news of what happened to his nine year old son pains my heart the most. Not even his knuckles of disapproval could harm me more. My palms wash down my face, in a strive to rid of these memories. I’m not little any more, I’m not weak, yet still I fear that I might regress into that sensitive boy once more. It’s been seven years since I’ve ever cried again, but how many more years can I remain this stern and steady?

A distant noise luckily distracts me from those gruesome thoughts and recollection. Was that a lock of a door far from where I am? “All locked up!” Is that Janitors journeying from the building, and to their homes? Were they not intelligent enough to check every room before closing the place own?! Hastily the rain of the shower’s turned off, and I grab ahold of my towel to wrap around my waist. There’s not even enough time to vaguely dry, before I’m dashing off in hopes of discovering someone’s still here.

Feet retrace down the path I took earlier. And suddenly they scurry to a halt, once I’m within the vast gymnasium section of this building. The lights are not dim, but rather fully bright as if training was still occurring. I would have sworn it were, if not for solely two guys occupying the spacious room.

“Uhh…” Mutters from my tongue, as I’m left speechless. My vision drifts down to my feet, where I’m reminded only a towel dresses me. But I must remain intimidating despite, and instantly my eyes dart back up to the faces that are across the room. “Guessing we all got locked in here? Damn idiots couldn’t check if the place was cleared prior to locking up?” And for the first time I can actually observe breathtaking qualities, that aren’t upon my crush Ruckus. Well at least I can’t complain over the two I’m stuck in here with.

Silence roams for seconds that feel to be hours. “I’m gonna go find my clothes, and see if there’s a door or window that’s not fucken locked.” Immediately I’m turned from them, and forward myself back to the locker room; as a tint of red feels to be spreading across my cheeks.

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Mar 13, 2017 17:41:28 GMT -5

Post by kap on Mar 13, 2017 17:41:28 GMT -5

Coach DeLuxe

The other guy that I had spoken to mentioned that he thought there was another person he'd seen not too long before they locked up, but wasn't sure if he was still in there with them. I shrugged, not knowing whether said person was still around. My new acquaintance then proceeded to ask me if I knew a way out, and I thought for a moment. There was always the option of trying to smash a window, but who knew if that would trigger a sea of alarms? I certainly didn't want to be seen as a vandal, even if I didn't always behave myself.

"Perhaps there's an extra key around here somewhere? We could always take a look in the lockers or something," I suggested. Before I could get an answer from him, however, another person came out into the main area of the training gym. He was wrapped in a towel and still quite wet, his hair soaked. This made me assume that he must have been in the shower when everything got locked up. He seemed embarrassed when he emerged from the shadows, but I didn't think much of it. To be honest, I was much more focused on how attractive he was. Fit. Muscular. Hot damn.

I had to keep myself from saying too much as the guy headed off to find his clothes, and to be completely blunt, I kind of watched him as he walked in the other direction. Then, I remembered where I was, and that this guy wasn't the only good-looking one in the training center. Aside from myself, the initial guy I spoke to was one of the most attractive people I'd seen. I honestly couldn't think of what could be so bad about being trapped in here with two of the best looking guys I'd ever met. Then, I spoke to the first guy again.

"The name's Coach, by the way," I said, deciding I should introduce myself. After all, it was always advantageous to be on a first name basis with hot guys, right? "Do you think we should take a look around? The other guy said he was going to see if there were any unlocked doors. Maybe we could help him, or look for a key."

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Mar 13, 2017 18:17:18 GMT -5

Post by uwu on Mar 13, 2017 18:17:18 GMT -5

Cause You gotta be bigger, be faster, be stronger
If your gonna survive any longer
In this lifetime, it better be the right time
The first time might be your last time
Am I a failure if I got nothing to lose
No, I'm not a failure, I got something to prove

I'm about to agree with my fellow lock in before I got distracted by someone walking out of the locker room shirtless. Hot damn. I couldn't help but to stare at his body. His comment of being locked up together. With you and the other dude, I wouldn't mind. I glance at the other dude when I hear the other dude mention getting some clothes. I'm about to tell him it doesn't matter, but by the time I look back, he's already headed back to the locker room. Oh well. He'll come back out soon.

"The name's Coach, by the way." My attention is back to the other dude. "Coach, eh? That's one unique name. Nice to meet you. The name's Quincy." I give him a wink. He asks whether or not we should look around the gym for any unlocked window or doors, like the second dude mention ."Do you think we should take a look around? The other guy said he was going to see if there were any unlocked doors. Maybe we could help him, or look for a key."

I don't respond instantly, biting my toughen in order to not flirt with him. "I'm down for that. Do you want to split up to cover more ground, or do you mind if I check you out first?" Well there goes for no flirting. "Or we could search together." Eh, I said it. I don't need to cover what I said. He heard me. I'm not going to try to cover up what I said. "Whatever we do, we should check out behind the desk. I'm sure they have something that we could use to get us out of here. If not, I'm sure we could just smash a window."

Something pops into my mind that I have to ask. "It is cool that I flirt with you, right? If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop. If not, I got loads more that I'll throw your way." Consent is just as important as actually flirting, if not more. If they don't want to be hit on, the flirting has absolutely no power over them. Please say yes. I could have sworn you were checking me out. Or at least blushing when we were talking. Not that I could really tell.

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Mar 13, 2017 21:47:49 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 13, 2017 21:47:49 GMT -5

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Eyes stared and wandered. Lips remained as locked as we are within this facility, aside from my own. And I can only mentally plead that my cheeks didn’t radiate this red hue in front of them, as they burn now as I swipe around the corner. My feet are so subtly rushed, that I nearly slip beneath them once clear from the others’ sight. Fortunately my palm steadily grips the wall beside me, preventing a clash against the floor that would surely alert them. Why were they speechless? And why do they cause my heart to patter in a rhythm that solely Ruckus could once create? This is destined to be an interesting situation.

Steps become cautiously graceful on the rest of the journey back down the hall, and into the locker room. Breaths pause me from further actions, as I sit upon a bench for a couple of deep inhales. My developed confidence craves to reassure me that it’s my desirable looks that prevented them from responding to me; while that stupid, weak, sensitive little boy internally sobs that I just embarrassed myself. Again my palms wash down my face. Guess the reasoning doesn’t truly matter, when we simply need to discover an escape from this lock down.

Droplets are dried from my skin, and clothes are retrieved, before I begin my solo search. It’d probably be best to return to the two attractive guys with a solution, rather then personally creating another awkward occasion because of my presence. What do they think of me? I shake my head from this curiosity, and back to the task at hand. The windows within this locker room are far too small for any of us to fit through, so where must the answer reside?

The hallway is taken once more, and I peek my head through every door in attempt to find a suitable window for our mission. A couple large enough ones are discovered, while none are left unlocked. Easily we could break one, but what sort of alarms will catch us in a flee to escape? What sort of consequences would await our innocent desires to not be trapped here all night? Another resolution must be sought. My path reaches closer to where the hotties must be, and again my heart begins slamming against my chest.

Don’t return to them!

You’re going to embarrass yourself again!

The silence might even make you cry!

Retreat!

My direction does a 180, and I’m on autopilot back to the locker room. The door clicks a shut behind me, and swiftly my back leans against it - comforted by the solitude of this chamber. “You’re such a damn baby!” I mumble to myself, before pushing myself from the door. Maybe my intuition is telling me I missed something in here. Perhaps there’s a key in the male trainers office, that’s attached to this locker room. I venture to such, while mentally trying to assure myself it’s not weakness that scurried me from the two appealing guys.

Drawers are searched to no success, before I finally come across the Head Trainer’s desk. It’s not a key that rewards my view, but rather a bottle of an influential substance. “Drinking on the job, Sir? I knew you were an alcoholic.” I chuckle at the Trainer who’s not present, and decide to claim the liquor for myself. Instantly a swig slithers down my throat, desperate to ease my uncontrollable nerves. And with the assistance of that consumption, I journey back to the two beauties that ignite this nervousness within me.

“Any luck?” I question once within their company. “I couldn’t find a way outta here. But I did find something to keep us entertained while on the search.” The bottle is lifted up to their eye levels, while a coy smirk plagues my lips. “Anyone wanna take a break, and make this hunt more fun?” Hopefully with this substance my features will refrain from a red tint; as still these two cause my stomach to knot in baffling ways.

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Mar 14, 2017 15:36:18 GMT -5

Post by kap on Mar 14, 2017 15:36:18 GMT -5

Coach DeLuxe

With the other guy who'd entered wrapped in a towel now headed off to find his clothes, the one who remained with me introduced himself as Quincy. Then, he proceeded to say something else that almost made me blush, but not quite. He was flirting with me, and I liked it. I smiled in return to what he said. Quincy was someone I certainly didn't mind talking to me that way.

"I'm down for that. Do you want to split up to cover more ground, or do you mind if I check you out first?" were Quincy's words. I laughed slightly in response. Then, he continued, "Or we could search together. Whatever we do, we should check out behind the desk. I'm sure they have something that we could use to get us out of here. If not, I'm sure we could just smash a window." Before I could give a response to him, he said something that most people didn't bother to, and I actually appreciated it. He asked for permission to flirt with me. I could respect that for sure. I'd certainly had my fair share of people flirting with me that I had no interest in, and I wished they would have asked like Quincy did.

"A guy like you flirting with me? Trust me, I don't mind at all. As long as you're good with me doing it in return," I said with a smile. In that moment, however, I wished I'd had something that sounded good enough to say as a way of returning the favor to him. He was attractive, yes, but I didn't want to come off as weird if I said something that was a bit too forward. As soon as the words finished leaving my lips and I was thinking of telling Quincy search for a key together, the towel guy from earlier entered, this time, unfortunately, wearing more clothing. He did, however, have something in his hands that certainly wasn't disappointing; a bottle of alcohol.

"Anyone wanna take a break, and make this hunt more fun?" the guy asked. I turned to him and gave a flirtatious smile.

"Alcohol and two hot guys in the same room with me? I'm definitely down for that," I told him. "What would you two say to a game of truth or dare? We could share some booze and have some fun."

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Mar 21, 2017 16:21:47 GMT -5

Post by uwu on Mar 21, 2017 16:21:47 GMT -5

Cause You gotta be bigger, be faster, be stronger
If your gonna survive any longer
In this lifetime, it better be the right time
The first time might be your last time
Am I a failure if I got nothing to lose
No, I'm not a failure, I got something to prove

"A guy like you flirting with me? Trust me, I don't mind at all. As long as you're good with me doing it in return." A huge grin spreads across my face as giddiness goes through my body. Hell yeah! This is gonna work out exceptionally well. I always knew I was attractive enough to attract anyone. "Feel free to flirt with me anytime," I respond in turn with a wink. "Maybe you can coach me in how to be as good-looking as you."

The other guy from earlier returns from the bathroom, sadly fully clothed. However, he did come with a prize almost just as good. A beer bottle is in his hands. “Any luck? I couldn’t find a way outta here. But I did find something to keep us entertained while on the search." He lifts up the beer bottle. "Anyone wanna take a break, and make this hunt more fun?” He's a gift sent from Ripred. The only thing to make it better is him being shirtless again..

Coach agrees with him in having a drink together, complimenting both of us as well. He also adds a game of truth and dare to the mix. My grin grows even wider. "That's a perfect idea, as long as you guys are brave enough to do my dares." This would be a perfect time to hit on both of them, and make them do certain activities I could only dream about, just as long as they're brave enough. I know I would be up for it.

I head on over and grab a couple of matts so we wouldn't have to sit on the cold, hard ground, placing them down in the middle of the gym. "Come on over," I say as I motion them over, biting my lower lip. "Let's get this party started. I promise I don't bit too hard, unless y'all want me to." Internally, I pray to Ripred that they want to do it as much as I do.

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Mar 26, 2017 2:59:02 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Mar 26, 2017 2:59:02 GMT -5

Riddle Presidio

Awkwardness doesn’t follow the join of my presence with the two alluring men. Embarrassment doesn’t contort the words that flutter from my lips. Nervousness doesn’t fiddle the tips of my fingers. My heart does continue to patter in an uncertain manner, though instincts don’t scream at me to retreat from the situation that’s causing such as it did prior. Perhaps the brief gulp of the liquor is assisting me? The addition of clothing? The lack of silence that pursues after my voice? Guess the reasoning doesn’t truly matter, as I’m simply grateful for a change from my jittery demeanor.

Is that a flirt that replies to my offer? Have I been called hot, by one of the beauties that I find attractive as well? A light grin enfolds across my cheeks, and thankfully a red tint doesn’t accompany it again - as that would reveal my thoughts far more then I’d appreciate. My fingers subtly comb through my hair, as if trying to rub away the chance of my features overreacting to the compliment. What’s going to occur when alcohol’s influencing our veins? I’m a bit timid to discover such, while far too enthralled to not find out. And the mystery already begins to unravel, as a game of truth or dare is suggested.

“That’s a perfect idea, as long as you guys are brave enough to do my dares.” The other handsome Stranger agrees with a warning. Instantly I’m consuming another sip of the liquor, as if preparing. Brave is a depending adjective for myself. I’m brave enough to battle any in a physical fight. I’m brave enough to volunteer myself in a reaping to protect a loved one. But brave enough to remain collected around two breathtaking guys? That’s where an unfortunate line in drawn in my bravery. This’ll certainly be interesting.

Matts are placed, and a hand gestures us to join mister Brave. Encouragement to get this party started rings out, along with an assurance that he doesn’t bite too hard…unless we want him to. Again I down another sip of the influential substance, though I do walk over and take a seat. Why must they both be so damn appealing?

“I never caught your guys’ names. I’m Riddle.” I introduce, holding out the bottle of liquor between the two of them, rather then a handshake - and hoping I’ll be graced with tittles to these two beauties. “Did you two know each other before? Or are we all meeting for the first time in this lovely situation?” Curiosity reigns me, as I was a bit preoccupied with my attire -or lack there of- when I wandered in on them before.

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Apr 11, 2017 15:09:30 GMT -5

Post by kap on Apr 11, 2017 15:09:30 GMT -5

COACH DELUXE

Everybody wants, everybody needs,

everybody wants a little bit more.

"Feel free to flirt with me anytime," Quincy says to me, delivering a wink as well. "Maybe you can coach me in how to be as good-looking as you."

I wondered if that was an intentional pun on my name. Regardless of whether it was or not, I let out a slight laugh. I liked this guy's sense of humor. Then, when I suggested the idea of truth or dare, both of them seemed to like it. I was glad they were up for the game. It would definitely be interesting if I had anything to say about it.

"That's a perfect idea, as long as you guys are brave enough to do my dares," had been Quincy's response. Again, I let out a bit of a laugh, unable to really help myself from showing how much I liked him. I really liked the other guy, too, though, and had this urge in my brain to just ask him to take his clothes back off. Was that a bad thought to have? Surely I wasn't the only one thinking that. Quincy seemed to look at the guy in the same, longing way, so I wouldn't be surprised if we shared the same desire.

"Come on over," says Quincy, motioning to the two other guys in the room. "Let's get this party started. I promise I don't bite too hard, unless y'all want me to."

This, for some reason, launched me into an automatic response.

"I don't mind at all. Bite away," I said with a smirk. I wasn't quite sure what prompted me to say those exact words, but I just hoped it went over well. Then, the other boy offered the alcoholic beverage between the lot of us, and spoke. I loved the sound of his voice. It was much more appealing than my own, I thought.

“I never caught your guys’ names. I’m Riddle.” I smiled, then nodding to show that I heard his name. It was fitting. It truly was a riddle as to how he was so damn attractive. Then again, that was the case for Quincy, too. Then, he continued. “Did you two know each other before? Or are we all meeting for the first time in this lovely situation?”

"Both of your gorgeous faces are new to me," I expressed. "I'm Coach, by the way," I said, taking the bottle of alcohol from his hand and popping the top off before taking a swig to get things started.

"Now, since I suggested it, how about I go first?" I asked. I looked between the two boys. My eyes eventually settled on Quincy, though I found both of them equally attractive, so it was hard to choose who I wanted to pry into first. "Quincy, truth or dare?"

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Jun 7, 2017 12:50:29 GMT -5

Post by uwu on Jun 7, 2017 12:50:29 GMT -5

Cause You gotta be bigger, be faster, be stronger
If your gonna survive any longer
In this lifetime, it better be the right time
The first time might be your last time
Am I a failure if I got nothing to lose
No, I'm not a failure, I got something to prove

Coach seemed to enjoy my quirky remarks from earlier, laughing at them after each. He gladly agrees to come over, and wouldn't mind being bit as well. The other one seems to agree to come over as well, after he takes a swig of the alcohol. If only we had more of it. Then we could properly get drunk.

"I never caught your guys’ names. I’m Riddle.” He offers out the bottle as a handshake. A broad grin appears on my face. Not only attractive, but a gentleman as well. “Did you two know each other before? Or are we all meeting for the first time in this lovely situation?” I shake my head, but remain quiet as Coach speaks.

"Both of your gorgeous faces are new to me. I'm Coach, by the way." The statement is followed by him taking a swig of the bottle. I take the bottle from him and take a swig myself. "I'm glad that we can both agree that Riddle is a damn angel. I envy that I wasn't born lucky enough to have either of y'all's genetics." I take another drink before placing it down. "Now, since I suggested it, how about I go first?" I nod. I couldn't care who went first, as long as this party finally started.

The anticipation of who'd he choose as he looks between us rises before he lays his on me. "Quincy, truth or dare?" Honor is not an emotion that other people give to me, but being chosen first is one of those rare moments. This whole scenario is one big rare moments. It has to be luck that we all got locked in here together. Now that I had time to think about it, I'm glad the janitor locked me in here.

"Is that even a question? Dare, of course." My heartbeat races. "Throw your best at me." The anticipation of waiting for the dare makes me feel so alive. I lean slightly forward, holding back anymore comments in order to see what he wants me to do. It better be a good one. Not that I wouldn't mind doing anything for either of them.

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Jun 9, 2017 23:35:23 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jun 9, 2017 23:35:23 GMT -5

Riddle Presidio

Nervous usually follow when I request anything from anyone, even something as simple as names - and whether these two Beauties have met before. What if it’s portrayed as awkward nosiness, and I’ve taken a mere step beyond the line of normalcy? Potential flirts have fluttered from both of their lips, but uncertainty even sways from those earlier comments. Still I attempt to remain a cool demeanor; not allowing my expression to contort in the slightest. And what if my statued features’ portraying sternness and discontent? Far too often I overthink it all, shifting me to concentrate on their words rather in this instance.

“Both of your gorgeous faces are new to me.” That must be a flirt that might as well have been beautifully sung from the Suggester of the game truth or dare. And now I can fret over whether I’m properly flirting back, and if I’m supposed to or not. My vision crave to stare at him in baffled disbelieve, but rather they only occasionally glance his’ way - while venturing throughout the room. “I’m Coach, by the way.” At the addition of his name, my eyes do finally lock with his’ - only for a brief moment though; before returning to my gazing journey, as if searching the room for future events to spice up this locked up night… of course I’m not actually doing that though, as if I’d be wise enough to do such.

“I’m glad that we can both agree that Riddle is a damn angel. I envy that I wasn't born lucky enough to have either of y’alls genetics.” The second one speaks, leaving me even more dumbstruck. When did they agree that I was an angel? And how does he not see that he’s as handsome as both of us are?

For some reason this comment I’m unable to remain silent to. “Only unattractive genetic I see is a lack of confidence.” I tease him, unexpectedly even to myself. Immediately the silence overtakes me afterwards. Am I a terrible flirt? What if I accidentally insulted him in my sudden ramble?

“Now, since I suggested it, how about I go first?” Thankfully Coach saves me from a potential doom, allowing a light sigh to seep from my nearly-glued together lips. Then his eyes begin to shift between the two of us, debating on who to pick first, and my tense demeanor unravels once more. “Quincy, truth or dare?” Another sigh pierces my lungs at his decision, though I know my possible embarrassment is inevitable.

“Is that even a question? Dare, of course.” That’s when I realize he didn’t exchange his name before, Quincy. The ring of it seems to fit his punk, appealing attributes. I remain silent as they begin this game of fun, enjoyment of our unusual predicament - solely petrified of when I’ll have to join it.

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Jun 11, 2017 11:20:06 GMT -5

Post by kap on Jun 11, 2017 11:20:06 GMT -5

COACH DELUXE

Everybody wants, everybody needs,

everybody wants a little bit more.

Riddle commented that his only unattractive genetic was his lack of confidence. I could agree with that, I supposed. He certainly was quite stunning, and if that was a flaw he had, I wouldn't be surprised if it was his only one. Quincy nodded when I suggested that I start the game of truth or dare. I wasn't surprised by his choice, either.

"Is that even a question? Dare, of course," Quincy tells me. "Throw your best at me." What did I expect other than that? He was a damn gorgeous specimen who clearly had courage to him, too. I smirked when he said this, and thought for a moment. Then, I knew exactly what to say. This was about to get quite enjoyable.

"Quincy, I dare you to smack Riddle's ass," I said to him, still smirking. Now this was about to get fun. I knew he'd do it, and hopefully Riddle wouldn't feel to awkward about it. It was now time to wait and see what happened.

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Jun 20, 2017 19:14:48 GMT -5

Post by uwu on Jun 20, 2017 19:14:48 GMT -5

Cause You gotta be bigger, be faster, be stronger
If your gonna survive any longer
In this lifetime, it better be the right time
The first time might be your last time
Am I a failure if I got nothing to lose
No, I'm not a failure, I got something to prove

"Quincy, I dare you to smack Riddle's ass." I can't help but laugh. "Smack his ass? That's nothing. I'd do that out of my own free will." I glance over at Riddle and give him my best smile. "Get ready, sexy."

Before I could move, he backs up with slight confusion and some concern on his face. "Wait, I wasn't dared." I laugh at his statement. This is gonna be a challenge. "That just makes you even more adorable. Of course you weren't dared. He said Quincy, didn't he? Anyways. Let me tap dat fine ass of yours."

I walk over to him in a mockingly seductive way. "Bend on over, you glorious stallion. Or whatever makes you more comfortable." I don't give him much of a chance to move before I smack his ass with a good crack. Hmm. Soft, yet firm. "You have a nice ass, by the way. I'd love to hit on you more, if you know what I mean." I wink at him.

"Since you were on the butt of that dare, Riddle, dare or dare. Or truth, I guess." I wait in anticipation, plotting a great dare to make everything more interesting. Who does truth in these? Only boring people, that's who. Riddle doesn't seem like one of those people.

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Caged in Love {Cameo, Yoya} Jun 21, 2017 2:26:31 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jun 21, 2017 2:26:31 GMT -5

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The addition of myself within this Game arrives much sooner then I initially expected. It’s evident that eventually my participation in this event would be unavoidable… though not amongst the first few seconds, when it wasn’t even I that was presented with the option of Truth or Dare. “Quincy, I dare you to smack Riddle’s ass.” Coach crafts this instigation, and immediately color drains from my features - fear boiling within my core on when a hue of red will illuminate from my face rather then the paleness that must be consuming it now. Automatically I’m stumbling to my feet, though it may just appear to be willing preparation to them. To me however? Solely anxiety over potential embarrassment overtakes my thoughts.

“Wait, I wasn’t dare…” Hesitation bolts from my voice, as I physically retreat from participation. What if I humiliate myself in my reaction? Though most likely that’s exactly what I’m currently doing.

Laughter rumbles from Quincy, in a manner that’d be irresistibly appealing if not for the panic that’s trembling my bones. “That just makes you even more adorable. Of course you weren’t dared. He said Quincy, didn’t he? Anyways. Let me tap dat fine ass of yours.” Even as a tease intertwines with his attractive voice, my muscles crave to submit to his desires - except I still don’t allow them to. There’s no controlling how I might possibly respond… I can’t take that risk.

To no surprise he begins approaching me to accomplish his dare; and for some reason, I’m unable to retreat further for him. It’s as if my body’s refusing to deny him such, though I do manage to refrain my back from his direction. He speaks of me being a stallion, and getting comfortable - something along those lines, as if attempting to coax me. And before I’m unable to resist any further, his alluring, overpowering palm smacks into my rear.

There’s no preventing the tint of red that overtakes my entire face from this. I attempt to distract myself with any other thought, but it’s only what other seductive moves Quincy might have up his sleeves that plague my mind… what attractive aspects Coach may have as well. Instantly the inside of my cheek is squeezed between my teeth, trying with all my might to collect myself. The last time my heart thumped for another, he didn’t care enough about me to give me the time of day; I can’t make that mistake again, especially not for two people.

“You have a nice ass, by the way. I’d love to hit on you more, if you know what I mean.” Quincy’s voice continues to melt my skin, as a wink is directed my way. A light smile is returned, before I dart my eyes to another location. Vision collapses on Coach, who’s handsome charm is just as vigorous - that doesn’t help the blushing either. My view drops to the floor, in a hopefully subtle manner.

As if desperate for a diversion, I retrieve back to the mat where my ass is protected with sitting once again. Urgently the bottle of liquor discovers my fingers again, and I inhale another gulp - pleading that it’ll calm the color of my face. “Since you were on the butt of that dare, Riddle, dare or dare. Or truth, I guess.” And of course, there’s not a moment that I can escape from potential embarrassment - just like the meaning of my life.

There’s such a strong impulse to retreat to the ease of choosing a Truth. But with the weak impression they’d probably form of me for that, I don’t dare to - or rather, I do dare… “Dare.” I decide rather shyly. They’ll probably never seek to see me again after tonight, with the wimpy persona I must be portraying. Though if they don’t, what’s the point of fearing over humiliation? A grin replaces the anxiety quivering my lips; And a flirtatious glance shifts towards Coach, warning him that he’s next to be challenged.

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