sitbackrelax&&enjoytheshow -- J

[beckiee]

i know
the sickening thoughts that slither around your head
i know
the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed
manipulate me if you can
go on and fool me like your biggest fan

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It was just after lessons had finished for the day, students were beginning to filter back to their designated common rooms all in high spirits for the upcoming ball. The girls more so than the guys. They grouped together in giant herds, giggling about who they were going to the ball with. This made it impossible for anyone without a date to ask them, well, if they were shy that is. The popular guys got there first anyway, bold enough to just go up to a random popular girl and get on her. One way to find yourself a girl.

For Alice, her last lesson had been a free period. She'd gone to the baths and spent the hour there, lying in the hot water and listening to her music. When the batteries had run out, shed settled to listening to the other girls in the baths conversations. How whatsername had kissed that guy, and how that blonde chick was such a bitch. The usual story. Nothing really caught her interest until she noticed a few of the girls from her year watching her, their beady little eyes boring into her. They'd nothing to have against her, but when half of them were merely hormone crazed whores, you never could be sure what they were thinking.

Maybe the popular girls thought she was the schools weed dealer. Alice giggled at this thought, well, she looked the part of a dealer didn’t she? Flicking the water with a nail coated in black nail varnish she heard one of the girls whisper to her friends ''Are those real?'' the brunette whispered, though it was hardly a whisper seeing as Alice heard it, and Alice rolled her eyes. Ah, why hadn’t she realised before! ''No, of course they aren’t! She’s had a boob job I reckon'' the blonde next to the brunette said back, glancing at Alice furtively. ''Go ask her!'' another one of their blonde friends giggled, and the others joined in with the giggling.

Sure enough, the first blonde to speak got up, and turned around, carrying one of the bitchy little ''im-so-gorgeous'' smiles on her clean complexion. She trotted over through the warm water, a towel wrapped tightly around her completely flat body. ''Excuseeee me,'' the blonde drawled, now putting on an innocent voice with a face to match it. ''But we were like, wondering, if like, your boobs are real. Haha, I bet you like got a boob job cos they were like so small before!'' she giggled, her friends in the background snorted with laughter. Alice raised one of her finely plucked eyebrows, for once her naturally periwinkle blue eyes were not covered by coloured contacts. ''In fact, they're real honey. But unfortunately your tits are just non-existant. So you'll be the one needing a boob job, I think you'll find'' she said, a cruel glint in her silvery eyes.

The blonde stopped giggling, her lower lip trembled and she burst into tears, splashing back through the baths to her friends. They all hugged the sobbing girl, comforting her whilst sending looks that said ''you little bitch''. Alice sighed as though it was such a burden to her to insult the popular girl. Hurriedly the group left the baths, but Alice could still hear the sobbing coming from the locker rooms. A few first years near Alice were watching her to, but more in admiration than anything. They looked to be in the same ''crowd'' as her, all with black hair and dark hooded eyes and pale complexions. Alice smiled at them, the girl nearest gasped and turned back to her friends ''Oh my gosh! She smiled at us!'' the girl exclaimed. Alice wondered what shed done to get so popular with the girls.

Shrugging, she got up out of the water in the baths and stepped out onto the slightly damp tiled floor. She picked up her iPod and reached for her towel on one of the racks, wrapping it around herself and then moving into the locker room. Once in there she saw the popular girls had long since gone, and she was the only person in the locker room. Sighing so that she would at least have some privacy now, Alice let her towel drop to the floor and reached for her underwear, she stepped into them and then picked up her bra from the pile of clothes that was hers. She absent-mindedly glanced at the bra-size label. ''Guess I have my mum to thank for this pair'' she said, glancing down at her large breasts. Sometimes they were such a pain in the neck.

She put on the bra and then the rest of her clothes, slipping on the shoes last of all. On top of the lockers were a pair of hair curlers, she took it upon herself to give her hair a bit of treatment and set about curling it. Once she was finished, Alice surveyed herself in the mirror and then picked up her make-up bag. She pulled out some mascara and carefully applied it to her lashes, and then added a layer of pale foundation to her face, until the colour overall was all the same.

She blended it all in, and then put the foundation back in the bag, and put in her white contacts. Alice picked up the liquid liner, and lined the bottom lid and top lid of each eye. Now, with some black and dark grey eye shadow she gave herself the classic ''smoky eye'' look. Finished on this step, she applied a simple layer of pale peach lip-gloss to her lips, added a sift brush of blusher to her cheeks, then packed everything away and left the locker room.

Alice shook her head as she passed by yet another group of gaggling first years, eager for the ball to begin. She ran an absentminded hand through her hair, it was just plain black now, falling down her back in neat curls. Her fringe had been put to the side held there by a small silver slide. Her contacts were white, an eerie colour for the other students to look into. She'd spent the morning freaking out the first years she passed in the corridor; looming over them and watching them gasp and run away or even fall over with fright.

She had on a newly put together outfit, one shed gone off shopping for last week. This outfit consisted of low cut denim jeans, with a low cut grey tank top with the black silhouettes of butterflies placed around the base of the tank top, and slowly they grew smaller the further up the tank top they went, until there were no more shapes just the base colour of the top. Around her neck were some simple but affective black beads and a pair of grey slip-ons on her feet. As usual, her generously proportioned chest was on show, the boys that passed her ogling Alice’s large breasts. She smirked as one of them walked into an opened locker door, being to distracted by Alice’s well endowed build. The boy leapt away from the locker, nose bleeding and the people around him laughed loudly.

Soon though, the girl had found her way to the Ignis house common room. She opened to door, and stepped in, a flock of students coming in behind her as well. It was fairly busy, though some seats by the fire were still free. She made her way over, sitting herself into one of the comfy armchairs and then glanced out of the window, it was snowing again. Alice glanced back at the few people on the chairs near her. Some more of the guys had been watching her intently, but when she lifted her gaze they hurriedly went back to their own business. Alice raised a pale hand and ushed the thick rimmed black 'Bench.' glasses, adjusting their position on her face.

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i know
the arrogant pride that poisons the truth you hear
i know
the bigoted tongue that tears away all your fear
pontificate you faded star
go on and show me who you really are

[nellen]

.Jonathan Winters III.


Where was G? How long did it take that guy? Boredom was unfortunately beginning to infringe on his abstract mind as J turned his attention to the swarm around him. Hopefully distracting him from the incoming message of lack of anything decent to do. The lemming resemblance some of these people possessed was comical. Anything was comical after what seemed like a life time imprisonment at Eton. That place sent shivers down his spine. Some good and some bad, the majority evil though. The fun he and G had relinquished on that place and it’s god forsaken sad acts who dared to call themselves teachers. Their looks were practically priceless when J and G ‘happened’ to ‘forget’ their homework. Half the time J and G would be inspired into fits of laughter at them. Anyways it wasn’t really homework was it when you lived at the flipping school. The same deal he found existed here. Well he and G would do something bout that. And then maybe they’d learn. Or maybe people were stupid enough never to learn. Society kept making the same mistakes over and over again or the idiots voted to take responsibility did.

The whole situation, life even was comical and able to put a smile on J’s elegant façade. It’s angular features and stunning apparel more worthy of a Jane Austen novel or something of the like, rather than early 21st Century in a school for elementalists. He scarcely still believed the words and the physical proof that he was living it. When so many years had been wasted not knowing or not being able to learn more about it. His father had deliberated so long about sending J here. And he knew the reason. Well thought so. His father was the eldest brother of two and hadn’t inherited his father’s gift. Instead his brother had. It was enough to make the man’s blood boil and to discover that his own son had inherited the blasted gene and talent sent him over the edge.

Stretching out his arms, J looked down on the rest of his peers. It wasn’t him being snooty but tall that enabled him to look down on them. His outfit today was relaxed and suited him well. He liked not having to wear blazer and tie. It enabled so much more freedom and variety. Deep blue jeans, well scuffed and ripped with black converse hidden beneath and a white shirt unbuttoned til it showed the top half of his chest. And a leather bomber jacket encasing his torso with its tough exterior. J didn’t take a great interest in clothes. The main functions were if they looked good and were comfortable. Money never really being an issue for him seeing as if his father wouldn’t help him out, his uncle or mother might.

His continued study of his passing peirs enabled J to pick out a certain girl in the crowd and her effect on the males around her. They were all ogling that generous chest of hers. And J did as well for a moment, silently and more dignified. Meaning his jaw wasn’t dropping to the floor and his eyes wide in cartoon shock. No, he kept a diligent eye roaming about her. That is before he was completely distracted by the fool who decided to walk into his locker door. The blood that ran down his nose as he pulled away was scarlet and caused an unpleasant flashback to cloud J’s vision. Lasting less than a second as if he’d blinked and witnessed it on the inside of his lids J looked up to find the girl gone. Ohwell, he shrugged and dropping his few books and folders into his locker, shut the door with a bang. Weaving his way without force, most avoided being in his way, J proceeded to the Ignis common rooms. Hopefully there he’d find G. Chatting up some piece of the gaggles of girls no doubt.

Sliding lithely through the door as it shut, the person in front not taking the care to notice him behind them, J breathed in the stiff air. He could hardly call the packed room relief but he appreciated the fact that it was probably warmer than the other common rooms or anywhere in the school. Checking the window placed at the opposite end of the room J saw the snow falling. Great. G would be happy. Leaving Russia and snow only to arrive at more snow. J sighed fearing he’d have to calm down his friend like usual. That was just part of their relationship, J was the one who kept G in check. Made sure he didn’t go to far. But G could encourage J aswell. Although there were time when J needed no encouragement. Heck there were even the few times that J would be pushed to far and G would have to take the role of peace maker.

The room was packed, every seat taken. That was except the few by the fire. Which J found odd seeing as half he times he’d been in here the seats closest to the fire had been taken. He presumed it common for Ignis to like being by fire. J had no preference. He was fire. An arsonist by nature. That phrase cracked him up. He’d have to tell G about it. Knowing his fellow pyromaniac would understand the ambiguity of it. And irony. Striding lazily across the buzzing room, J realised who else held one of the seats by the fire. The girl from the corridor. Like a geisha she seemed to have the power to stop a man in his tracks. Well not so much a man but a pubescent teenager filled with raging hormones and only the simpliest of brain functions when faced with a chest like hers.

J however was not one to be intimidated and upon reaching the chairs flashed her a smile before taking a seat not directly opposite but close enough to engage conversation. Settling himself into the chair J once again looked her way. Unafraid of making eye contact with the girl.
“So, was that your first time breaking a guys nose? “ the question was spoken with an earnest smile and tinted vocals of humour. He’d heard as he’d been walking pass the group on the poor kids friends exclaim “It’s broken!” Poor kid how would he ever be able to admit that to a school nurse? Never would be the answer J was betting on. And the only time the truth would speak is if he got really drunk one night with his friends and played truth or dare.

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