(Yaly)

[TERRY]

The sun was warm and soft today, not hot nor cold but a beautiful relaxing day. The wind had taken a rest for the day as not a breeze could be felt anywhere on the school grounds, making this warm day all the more pleasant for all those lucky enough to be under the sun. The ponds waters were still and serene as the sun reflected off of it like a beautiful sapphire it sparkled and shimmered in the midday sun. A rare day lately, as the clouds had hung over the school for quite some time loitering and reluctant to leave despite many of the students protests.

The grass was lush and green, the flowers taking this time to open up and soak in the sun to feed themselves for another day. Everything was oddly peaceful for a school usually bustling with life and energy. Luckily for all to be caught in the serene peace of this rare but welcomed day it was a day off from school and everyone was free to go about their day as they willed. Still many students were inside on this day leaving area's like the pond devoid of any large amount of traffic on this day.

Terry sat in the grass, legs crossed arms folded. His blue eyes gazed out at the pond, they held a look of content as he relaxed under the sun. He was dressed as he always ways in his blue jacket with a white under shirt and simple blue jeans to match it all. Burning between his lips was a small white cigarette that was almost forgotten where it stood. Ashes took up almost half of the remaining white paper as wisps of smoke trailed high into the sky dancing and twisting until they dissipated.

Terry wasn't doing much of anything today, just sitting down by the pond a peaceful day a rare one where people were not constantly bothering him. He had snuck away to come here and just sit down by the water and enjoy the day, it wasn't though he was in the mood to be left alone it was just people kept wanting trivial things from him. It was quite a pain in the ass really, and that was why he was here it was unlikely that anyone would bother Terry here by the pond. Though he had never done very well with luck or gambling.

[SEKTO]

Yalya walked towards the lake. She was cutting class, she knew and she didn't care. Today she was going to the lake, she had decided this and no one could change her mind. As Yalya walked along she took note of the stillness of it all. There wasn't much of a breeze, things just hung in place, motionless, silent, calm... She picked up a pebble and gave it a chuck, watching it skip once then vanish under the water with a "thunk". She threw another rock, glaring at it as it vanished with a splash and didn't skip once. Yaly couldn't see Terry, he was a little further down the shore, behind some trees and out of her line of site.

She thought she was alone out here, picking up and throwing a few more rocks, completely disturbing the silence. She got a thought in her head, staring out at the water. It looked crystal clear and the sun was shining down on it and the water shimmered invitingly. Yaly slowly started to untie her heavy boot, pulling the laces that go up the sides and unbuckling the straps that go around the ankles and over the feet. The boots hit the ground, followed by her long socks, next her padded black gloves and the fishnets that go up her arms. The metal rings she wore hit the grass softly followed by the metal necklace she wore. Yalya took the clips out of her hair next, letting it fall down past her shoulders, and finally in one quick motion she took off her dress and stuffed it into a boot.

She was only wearing her underwear now, a black sports bra and matching panties. A few steps and the water licked over her feet, cold in some places and warm in others. Yalya shivered and stepped a bit further, now it was up to her knees. A few more steps and then she dove forward, the water covering her head then splashing around her as she swam quickly. The water was warm and pleasant, running over her skin as she moved as a shape under the rippling lake. She didn't go too far out, but did swim in various directions, feeling her muscles work through the water. Eventually she needed air and she rose up quickly, splashing out of the water and whipping her short hair back, sending a spray of water into the air before turning her head, realizing that Terry was there. Huh, when did that guy get there. She swam over to the shore, starting to slowly step out of the water towards him. Her defenses were suddenly raised, but her curiosity still made her draw closer and closer. Yalya felt ground under her feet, her arms still moving a little but eventually falling to her side. She walked from the water, wearing only her underwear, bone, to stand in front of someone she didn't know without uttering a single word.

[TERRY]

It was certainly a baffling sight to see a girl step out of the water so suddenly. She was nearly naked and looking away was all he could do to not blush a bright scarlet at the strange and sudden occurrence. He had been raised to be modest and proper and staring, despite the natural instinct to do so was quite the opposite. He had no idea who this person was, nor what she wanted but considering that she just stepped out of the lake there would be at least a decent chance that she was some sort of race that enjoyed drowning people. He would have to be on his guard.

"Uhm...can I help you?" He asked carefully still not looking quite at her. He didn't want to be rude, though if she did care about that sort of thing it would by hypocritical at best in her current position. He might be over thinking it but that was something he quite commonly did. Terry spent more time on average thinking in his head, and day dreaming then he did doing anything else.

He shifted around where he sat a little and coughed slightly. "uhm...." It was hard to know what to say or do in this sort of situation. At least she hadn't attacked him yet... yet. It was an awkward and uncomfortable first encounter and it made it hard for Terry to know how to react or respond without blundering like an idiot. He liked to be able to think things through and this situation sort of knocked that thought flat on it's ass.

[SEKTO]

Yaly looked at the guy, having trouble not smirking at his response. He was clearly shaken by this occurrence and she was reveling in it. His response to her presence was perfect. Admittedly Yalya had expected something else, his modesty was refreshing albeit a bit disappointing, and the fact that she can still fluster someone so thoroughly with such a casual yet brazen display... She still had it, plain and simple. There was a slight chill from the water clinging to her skin but she knew it would pass, her hair was slicked down as she finally cracked, her blank stare and set lips curling into a small grin as she put a hand on her waist, hips leaning slightly to one side. She leaned down slightly in front of him, eyeing him up slightly.

He asked if she wanted anything. An odd question suddenly, what did she want? Obvious conduct could be made, considering her attire, and she thought about it for a bit. It was an inevitability in ways, but it could at least be put off in this situation. She felt her tongue trail against her teeth as she looked at him, a few seconds passing after he asked his question. His modesty was a mix of curious, refreshing, and boring. Then again he was cutting class which meant there was more to him than this. She considered for a few more seconds then shrugged a bit.

"Got anything to drink? Preferably booze." She stepped towards him a bit more, closing the distance between her and him and standing above him, letting her hips sway and her shoulders relax with each step. When you got it, flaunt it. And when it has an effect, work it. She was usually a bit more defensive but she was empowered, he looked away, he was surprised. She had the advantage. It was a good feeling and she decided to roll with it. Who knows? She was having fun, why not see just how much fun she could have?

[TERRY]

Terry gave her a careful look over, though not to gaze at her body. Instead he studied her quickly for weapons or some other type of hazard, this was the natural reaction he had to people now. Every time he came to this pond he was assaulted in some manner, only adding to his mistrust of people let alone this girl coming out here like this. It was entirely possible and highly probable that she was the type of race that drowned people, which meant that he had to be on guard at all time. These were the thoughts that flicked through out his mind amongst them was a single worry that how was he to watch her carefully without being a pervert. Clearly she didn't care but he did, it was an internal struggle of sorts.

She asked about booze, and that was probably the last thing he wanted to bring into this equation. It could only encourage dangerous behavior and lower defenses and make for an easy target. Despite his mental protests Terry reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a stainless steel flask and tossed it lightly to the girl. "It will burn on the way down" he said in a plain and simply. Though it was an understatement, it was hard to get good quality contraband into the school so he ended up getting stuff strong enough to fry your taste buds if you were not prepared. It was a hard brew but a good one and left a strong presence of alcohol in your system and fast.

She stood overt Terry and he looked up at her, his eyes were carefully guarded despite the flush of deep red along his face. The way she stood over him, she gave off this dominating and intimidating presence. Her stance suggested it was unlikely but the way she was standing Terry couldn't decide whether she was going to kick him in the face or not. He had no idea who this girl was or what she wanted really. Her existence was quite hard to place on whether or not he should keep his guard up or not, usually people were easy to place where you stood, based on their mannerisms and how you met them. A girl who walked out of the pond almost naked was a bit harder to place then most.

[SEKTO]

Yaly leaned over slightly, looming over Terry and grinning softly. She took the flask and then lowered herself down, sitting on the grass next to him, on her knees as if she was waiting for something. She popped the top of the flask and then put it to her lips. The smell was overpowering and the taste... She almost coughed at it, how it burned and how it made her stomach catch fire. She drank heavily, a few hurried yet forced gulps then a steady stream of it. The taste was incredibly powerful, not unpleasant save for the bitter aftertaste, the bite of alcohol. Soon Yaly had started to lean back, her face turning a red that matched Terry's nicely as she looked back at him, putting the empty flask back in his hands.

Yaly had never claimed to be a drinker, but she always prided her fortitude and her reputation. So being able to hold the liquor was something of an achievement though the slowly growing affect of it would result in a number of bad things soon. Right now it was just dizziness. "Thanksh..." Her words were slurred slightly as she looked Terry over again, grinning a bit. He wasn't half bad looking, and his fear and embarrassment were delicious. "So, cat got your tongue?" She moved slightly, shifting a bit and putting a hand on Terry's chest, letting the water from her hand make a damp spot on Terry's shirt. "The name's Yaly by the way." She trailed her hand down his chest. "Well, you got a liquored up girl in her underwear, we're both skipping Class..."

[TERRY]

Well this situation devolved faster then a bunch of teenage girls at a Justin Beiber concert. He watched as she placed a hand on his chest and his face flushed. Alarm bells went off in his mind, this was not going to end well one way or another. Uhm... I'm... TerryHe hesitated when speaking his name, he wasn't sure he wanted her to actaully know his name. Her attitude and demeanor were quite out of his normal range of experience, this presented. She was affected by the alcohol quickly and harshly, which was a bad sign wh en a person asked for it so quickly there were two possible outcomes. One they were an alcoholic and their body was able to hold a decent amount of liqour before succumbing, the second which seemed far more likely, they were immature and drank to be cool and couldn't hold their booze. Terry was the former this girl appeared to be the latter.

Yea.. that's certainly true..so I think that means we should call it quits while we are ahead. No uhm need to push our uhm luck any further Terry spoke quietly and tried to be firm on his stance of no. His heart was pounding, despite his best attempts to keep calm. You clearly cannot hold liqour, you shouldn't do something you would regretHe tried to be the voice of reason. Though this girl didn't actually seem to be the reasonable type, that was for sure.

[SEKTO]

"considering how I was probably gunna do this, even without the liquor, so I doubt I'll regret it. Saying you'd regret this? All guys want this, it's what guys do..." Yaly moved as she spoke, straddling Terry and putting her hands on his shoulders, the sun having dried her off for the most part but the last vestiges of moisture making Terry's clothes a little damp. She looked down at him with a grin on her face, like a hunter who was sizing up a fresh kill. Too proud of her own handiwork before it had even got started. She popped the top button of Terry's shirt, still giving him that disarming yet victorious smile. "you know..." Her hands suddenly moved to his shirt, grabbing the collar roughly and pulling him up as her expression changed to one of angry disdain.

"...I seem to be holding my liquor quite well, Terry." She continued to hold him close, her eyes burning with a sudden animosity before she shoved him, letting go and sending him back to the ground as she sat on him, her expression changing to a strange mix between the victorious grin and the burning scowl. "We've talked too much and you're being too frigid, it's not nice to lie to a girl like this, all guys want this but it's so frustrating when they never admit it." She quickly lay down on Terry, hands on his chest as she locked lips with him somewhat forcefully, a show of dominance as much as an invitation for more.

[TERRY]

Terry looked at the girl in shock. His mind was trying to rationalize and point out the hypocritical nature of her statement since in this position she was being the aggressor, and he was being assaulted. Her hands on his shoulders, she was over him he was almost completely helpless. The natural instinct that occurred to Terry for this invasion of space was to flick his wrist pop out the thin bladed knife and thrust it into her gut. The thought was almost to much to bear, to actually think about hurting someone, he was so close to doing it. Suddenly she grabbed his collar the thoughts of stabbing her in the gut and sending her on a painful one way ticket to death was shattered and he looked up at her in surprise. He swallowed visibly, she was quite threatening person and intimidatingly so.

"I'm not lying.. you just nee-" His voice was filled with protest, but she pushed him down forcefully. Terry was naturally passive, a timid young man especially when it came to girls. She locked lips with him, and he felt his mental defense crumble against his will as she pushed down on him. He felt no strength within him to resist her. This was not how Terry had imagined his first kiss. Terry was at this girls mercy now, and there was a sinking feeling somewhere deep within him that she was merciless.

[SEKTO]

Yaly pulled herself back from the kiss, grinning to herself. "Was that so hard?" She shifted a bit, moving how she sat on him and her grin widening in mild surprise. "Well I guess something is..." Her "victory" seemed complete, Yaly started to unbutton Terri's shirt slowly, running her hands over his chest. Her skin was cold to the touch because of the water but she felt herself warming up quickly. Her hands moved downwards as she moved back onto Terry's legs, starting to unbuckle Terry's belt and open his pants. "You don't have to be scared or anything, I'll be gentle if you behave." She was quite truthful in that, though her opinions remained the same.

Yaly thought to herself, she put herself in this guy's situation. He was relaxing here, minding his own business, when suddenly a girl wearing just her underwear emerged from the lake, gave her name, drank his entire flask then decided the best way to pay him back was to offer herself to him right there on the grass. What was wrong with this boy? All guys like girls like that, they don't think with their brain or heart but with a certain other gland after all. Yaly moved her hands back up slowly, scooting herself back up and leaning in, pressing her body against Terry's. "You scratch my back..." She said before locking lips with him again softly, pulling back afterwards to hear his response.

[TERRY]

She was getting closer, pressing her self and undoing his shirt. Her cold lips and body sent shocks down his spine, the deep and long slumbering instincts told him to go with this but the rational part of his brain screamed no. His eyes snapped open and Terry felt anger well up inside of him, he wasn't someone to be taken advantage of..not like this and not without a fight. His blue eyes watched her with a cold stare as he pulled away from the girl and gave her a frozen and dark stare.

I said no His voice went flat, and there was a flick of his wrist and a thin blade appear in his hand. Back off lady, or you will regret it. the blood of generations of killers ran through his body, and it called to Terry he was willing to use it to stop this. Killing, spilling blood even fighting without lethality was something Terry always tried to avoid. Now there was no choice, pushed to the corner and pushed a little further he was willing to fight, there was a lot he was willing to take but just like this had pushed him past his limit.

He clutched the thin small knife, it wasn't so much a dagger as it was just a tiny thin sharp piece of steel with fabric wrapped around the base to make a handle, it was brittle but sharp and lethal. Designed to slip in between almost any section of bone within a body, perfect for one shot kills. one warning, back off or I won't hold backIt was funny how a mind could be freaking out on every level but a body etched with intinct could be so calm.

[SEKTO]

"hehehehe..." Yaly gave a weak laugh as she backed off, she showed a bit of fear to that knife, despite the fact that it looked like it'd chip and shatter after a few blows against even her admittedly lithe and petite form. It was sharp and he knew how to use it though, that much even a fist fighter like her could gather from how he held it. "You into other boys or something. I thought all guys liked this sorta stuff." She remained straddling his lap, mainly out of fear of moving, her arms up and off of him though as she sat up.

"I mean, seriously. Of all the boys that skip class to go to the lake I find the psycho freak." Not the best pillow talk but he was carrying the worst kind of protection. Enforced abstinence. Yaly suddenly started to feel as naked as she was, her personal defenses getting caught up in a flood of self preservation and adrenaline. She wasn't sure if she should move or not, she just kept sitting on the guy, wanting to go for the knife, at least to get it away from him. She couldn't trust this guy, he was a man and she knew from experience not to trust men. ever. "I think you should put the weapon down, Terry." Her voice was level but the fear was still hidden deep within it.

[TERRY]

"keep your assumptions to your self lady" His voice was flat and filled with malice. This girl was a bumbling fool, he could tell she underestimated him, his knife was set to stick into her ribs and snap off at his whim leaving her with a potentially fatal present. She knew nothing about dealing with someone pushed to far, she was cocky and arrogant. Just begging for her blood to be spilled on the grass here.

"If you want to see a real psycho, come at me again" His voice was colder then ice, his gaze held no sort of warmth of compassion. Holding the knife brought out the worst in him it awakened the instinct that was etched into Terry's DNA, he was a killing machine when a weapon fell into his hand and if she provoked him he would lunge for her gut. He had multiple weapons on him at all times, not out of the desire to use them but it felt wrong to be without. "I'll put the knife down when you back off, any sudden movements and you die" he said it very plainly, it was no bluff it was a statement. If she went for the obvious knife, his off hand would slip out a longer more wickedly shaped blade and he would stick it into her side.

[SEKTO]

Yaly's expression changed to one of sarcasm. The knife was a common metal, if it were brass or silver she'd have reason to worry but she was tough. Her eyes narrowed into an "are you kidding me?" scowl. "If you keep your little nail file at my side I can't move to get off you. Maybe this is just your way of taking charge? I'd have preferred it if you just rolled us over." She remained seated on him. The fear vanishing as Yaly came back up. Emotional defenses only did so much against knives and fists but she suddenly felt empowered. Maybe it was just the adrenaline kicking in but she was suddenly set to take effect.

"So what? You're gunna hide behind your glare just as I'm gunna hide behind mine? You just backing yours up by a few inches of steel in your hand?" Yalya's voice lacked the same vitriol as Terry's but it had a similar edge, though it was more acidic, as though savoring a victory. "I can assume all I want because you're just proving me right with your little knife there." She shifted herself slightly, letting her muscles relax and letting her side press against the knife. It'd break the skin if he didn't move but somehow she knew it wouldn't, inhaling a small, sharp breath.

Admittedly she was growing to like this guy, something she rarely did since it combined the words "like" and "guy". He'd be more of a challenge and the sudden thrill of thinking that he'd actually try pulling a knife on another student. Just another reason to hate this school but it suited her goals. "So tell you what, lower your little toy there, I'll stand up. And we'll talk again when you're less grumpy." She was pushing her luck but for some reason she couldn't help it. The core of her was terrified but those defenses of her, the social and mental barriers she put up just wouldn't let her shut up and walk away from this. They got her here and now they were digging her grave.

[TERRY]

You are a misguided fool His words were flat, there was no malice nor contempt to be held within his gaze. He cared little about this girl either way, his heart thumped and bumped around in his chest with desire, the desire to stab her and the only restraint was Terry's dwindling humanity I don't know who you are, nor what wounds bring you to be such a vile person but it matters not to me

I keep my word, I've no interest in sullying my blade with your blood but I'll not stow it. There is no way I can trust you miss. He gave a tired sigh, this woman was an idiot through and through, it was as if she wanted him to stab her. Back up slowly and there will be no problem, make any sudden moves, or stay where you are and I will stick this blade deep into you it won't be lethal but it will be agonizing He spoke with no hesitation and he waited to see what she would do. He made no movement and scarcely took a breath

If she made any sudden movements he would stab her, if she stayed where she was she would get stabbed, but if she backed up slowly she had a chance of getting out of this.