As if we cared.... {Tybalt}

[LEXUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-image: url(http://a2.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/profile01/134/c821e17829424f36a6ce5a97d03df193/s.jpg);][style=float: right; border: 5px solid #000000; margin: 5 2 0 0px;][/style][style= margin: 10 0 0 3px; width: 250px; height: 90px; border: 2px dashed #000000; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; size: 6px; line-height: 95%; font-family: Georgia;] Come inside and be afraid Of this impressive mess I've madeIf you take a look now you will find;I have thrown away my vice Done away with paradise See what's going on inside my mind Please let me out [/style] [style= margin: 10 10 0 10; width: 310px; height: 380px; text-align: justify; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; padding: 8 8 8 8; overflow: auto;] A thousand words could always mean so little to me. They said paintings were worth a thousand words. It was like taking a picture through your own perspective. Some art scared and others simply amazed me to a point where I began to wonder who I was. I was sometimes determined that I would simply never have anyone I would ever find anyone who cared about me. I scratched my ear lazily, pulling the sleeves of my hoody up to my elbows. The whole museum seemed oddly quiet as I sat on the bench alone. All I could think about was the lingering sense of other people's scents circling around me as I sat alone on the wooden bench. The only thought that was running through my head at that moment was Big girls don't cry.... Don't ever ask why, because the answer was far more than embarrassing for me. Did I want someone? No. The answer would remain no until I was certain someone would be able to treat me correctly in this screwed up world. I stuck my hands in the pockets of my hoody, realizing how narrow my shoulders were. One of my braids were stuck under my blue headband, the wispy ends tickling the tip of my nose. I brushed them away with a quick swipe of my hand, only to be presented with the reoccurring problem of the wiry ends of my dark blond hair sticking into my eyes and tickling the tip of my nose. I sniffled, and took my whole head band off. I examined it for a second, taking in all the details of it. The wear marks on the back where I scratched when I got bored or nervous. The colors were starting to fade from the constant wear of it. I sighed and slipped it over my head. Pulling my braids over it, I pulled it up and pushed the braids back. I pulled down two braids on the side of my face and sighed audibly. The bench had become very uncomfortable under me, so I stood up, pulling my skirt down a little. My legs felt awkward as I peered around at the other people scouring the room. I was showing off the most skin, and for once in my life, wished I was wearing leggings. That would make things much less awkward. The humans here could tell I wasn't one of them. Even if I tried so hard, I would never be able to fit in with them. I was fine with that, to be honest. Who really cared if I fit in exactly. I was planning my escape from this devil school, and the last thing I cared about was how the humans thought about me. It wouldn't be much longer before I was going home. Then, like a punch in the stomach, it hit me. Where was my home? I could barely remember my childhood, and not to mention the last person I remember was my grandmother who had betrayed me and sent me to prison when I was barely 13. Home where I was safe and happy, right? I didn't need people to be happy. No one could make me as happy as I would be if I could escape. My tongue started to dance behind my lips as I stood up and got closer to a painting. Of all reasons, mine for standing in front of this particular painting was one to remember. I needed to hide my face.... It was a pretty darn good reason, wasn't it? I stared at the painting, absorbing every line and every detail about it. So I stood there. My hands in my pocket of my hoody and my jeans a bit too long. But it seemed about right in the sense that I was hiding my face like I was used to. I reached my hand out, letting my fingers trace down it gently. The tips of my fingers gently fell down it until my arm was back at my side. It was like I was waiting for something to happen at that point. Something amazing, hopefully. So, you could say this crazy chick was just standing there and staring at the painting. My ponytail wasn't tucked into my hoody, the way I would've liked it to be. Don't get everything we want, now do we? 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[tybalt]

Tybalt walked through the streets of Denver, muttering to himself under his breath. It was almost worse than keeping him cooped up, letting him out of the academy, like letting a bird fly with its leg attached to a string. While at the moment he felt free, he knew he would just be snapped back when he had outstayed his welcome in the city. He clutched his knife in his coat pocket, shivering. Tybalt had never had a particular fondness for the cold. As he marched along, he tried to think of a way to escape. He wasn't going to try to run now, that would be suicide. A teacher would catch him and take him back to the school, regardless of what he turned himself into. He needed a plan, he needed something to calm himself down enough to think.

Finally, the young shapeshifter looked up and around, noticing an intriguing building. The Denver Art Museum. He had always loved going to the museums in New York as a kid, nothing could beat them. The grandeur, the sheer majesty of the works there was breathtaking. His grandmother had taken him to one of those museums a week before the incident. She had looked at his eyes light up so, looking at the paintings and statues, responding with her warm southern drawl "Aint it beautiful, Tybie?" He had nodded numbly, smiling back at her. Those were the days.

He mounted the steps to the museum and entered, grateful for the sudden warmth of the inside. Keeping his coat, he began to peruse the art. None of it was as good as New York, yet another mocking freedom presented to him here. He wanted to slash them. However, he kept himself calm and continued to walk about. Finally, he noticed a girl sitting on a bench, staring at a painting. He stared silently at her back. Something about her stance, something about her manner seemed familiar. He stood there, puzzling, paying more attention to her than the art. At last, he watched as she removed a blue headband, freeing locks of blonde hair. Something clicked in his mind as he recognized the selkie girl from the pond back at the academy. She was here too? Interesting. Steeling himself, Tybalt walked up and sat next to her on the bench, trying not to startle her.

"Hey." This was all he said for now, he could sense that she was upset for some reason. He remained there, silent, waiting for his comrade to make the next move. Why was he so nervous? She was just some girl from the school, nothing to be afraid of. Still, he felt that there was something that was supposed to be said, something that was supposed to be done that was not yet apparent. He stared at the art instead of at the Selkie. They were both rather pretty, the girl and the art. They had a certain charm to them, sure. But there was more to it than that. There was something important for him here.

[LEXUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-image: url(http://a2.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/profile01/134/c821e17829424f36a6ce5a97d03df193/s.jpg);][style=float: right; border: 5px solid #000000; margin: 5 2 0 0px;][/style][style= margin: 10 0 0 3px; width: 250px; height: 90px; border: 2px dashed #000000; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; size: 6px; line-height: 95%; font-family: Georgia;]Come inside and be afraid Of this impressive mess I've madeIf you take a look now you will find;I have thrown away my vice Done away with paradise See what's going on inside my mind Please let me out [/style] [style= margin: 10 10 0 10; width: 310px; height: 380px; text-align: justify; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; padding: 8 8 8 8; overflow: auto;] I realized how I was in an awkward stance and moved my feet to a more comfortable and less upset-looking stance. Of all things, my hands slid down my skirt to make it seem longer than it was. The leggings I had left at home seemed so far away and I wanted them badly now. Oh how that would've been so much better. I heard someone speak to or around me. And like the little eavesdropper I was, I listened in. That was when I realized that he was talking to me. I should face him...

[/color] I thought to myself, and turned around to face the male voice who had spoken to me. I didn't recognize him at first, but his identity slowly came to me in flashes of memories. The pond...

Tybalt was his name, right? I remembered him from the pond where we had talked with Ceci and he had interrogated me and Ceci to know more about our kinds. I had gotten a weird vibe from him. It was unlike any other vibe I had gotten before. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it something I rarely felt especially to anyone outside of my family. It was rare in general for me to respond kindly to anyone, but I was in a sad mood today. People change when they're sad. I even change when I'm sad. I glanced at the boy, trying to erase the sad look from my eyes the best I could. It was nearly impossible not to look the tiniest bit sad no matter how hard I tried. My frown and sad eyes were apparent more than any other bodily language.

I opened my mouth not too wide like normally, "Hello." I sounded amazingly smooth there. Didn't even need to say anything else. Oh how sarcastic I could get when I was speaking to the audience of me, myself, and I. I wanted to say more and try to get a conversation going, but my mouth was shut tight and refused to say anything else. I slumped my shoulders and sat back down on the bench, facing the painting, not Tybalt. I couldn't face anyone at that point. Wondering why was beyond my comprehension. I swallowed the lump rising in my throat and tried not to look so upset. I probably looked just retarded trying to hold back the tears. Then, it hit me like a moving train with me strapped to the tracks trying to break free.

I wanted to get away from this place. This school. Everything I smelt, tasted, heard, felt, and saw would remind me of home which was in Pennsylvania. Not anywhere near Colorado, sadly. I wanted to be with my sisters and my parents, even if they're dead. I wanted to sit on their graves and sing the songs we would sing when I was growing up. Maybe Tybalt missed his home where ever he was from that is. I had no way of knowing. At that point, I was doing everything to keep myself from crying. Just thinking about Pennsylvania could bring tears to my eyes in a matter of seconds. Of god, hopefully with all my mighty might, I wasn't crying. For all I knew, my eyes were watering at the least, because that was just my luck.

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Muse: Cady Groves
Inspiration: Music
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[tybalt]

Tybalt spoke quietly, realizing that his companion was clearly upset. He remembered that his grandmother had always spoken quietly to him when he was troubled, and he wanted to project the same air of comfort upon the seemingly miserable girl. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and gestured toward the painting awkwardly.
"That's a nice one.", he mumbled. God, he needed to get better at talking to people. Tybalt also noticed that the girl seemed to be trying to cover herself with her skirt, an odd quirk that he stored away in his brain for later.

Tybalt cleared his throat and took off his glasses, polishing them on his shirt. For some reason he was getting more and more nervous around her. Perhaps a light conversation would clear the tension that seemed to hang in the air like fog.
"You're...Lexus, right? We met by the pond a while ago. I'm Tybalt, in case you forgot. I didn't expect to see another one of us here. And I'm rambling again, aren't I?" Tybalt gave a hollow laugh, bowing his head and running his hands through his hair. "I'm really sorry. I've just been extremely nostalgic lately, thinking of home, you know?" He didn't know much about Lexus, just that she had seemed a bit cold around others; however, she seemed to be a bit more tame when it was just him. He hoped that his awkwardness and idiocy was seen as adorable quirkiness by his new acquaintance. He looked up, an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Anyway, what brings you to the art museum? Wanted to get away from that stupid school, I suppose?" Hopefully she wasn't a big fan of that place either. If she was, he could be in serious trouble, a fact that he lamented a second after he finished his statement. He bit his lip, hoping that she wouldn't become angry with him. He didn't want to be on this girl's bad side.

[LEXUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-image: url(http://a2.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/profile01/134/c821e17829424f36a6ce5a97d03df193/s.jpg);][style=float: right; border: 5px solid #000000; margin: 5 2 0 0px;][/style][style= margin: 10 0 0 3px; width: 250px; height: 90px; border: 2px dashed #000000; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; size: 6px; line-height: 95%; font-family: Georgia;]Come inside and be afraid Of this impressive mess I've made If you take a look now you will find;I have thrown away my vice Done away with paradise See what's going on inside my mind Please let me out [/style] [style= margin: 10 10 0 10; width: 310px; height: 380px; text-align: justify; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; padding: 8 8 8 8; overflow: auto;]I could recall quite well who Tybalt was from my memories at the pond. I had been writing and lost my pencil to that dumb pond water and had overruled the idea of jumping in. That was a good decision considering that not one but two students had passed by and begun a conversation with me. Tybalt had been the reporter boy who I had waved off as just another nosy boy who would get himself into a bad situation. Maybe I was wrong. He seemed quite genuine aside from his hollow laughter. Maybe he was nervous..? I waved that idea off mentally, unable to comprehend why he would be nervous. We weren't anywhere near water so I wasn't that much of a threat. I could scratch and kick and bite, but I just wasn't in the mood for a good fight right now. I just wanted to talk. He had gotten my name right. It wasn't very often that someone could remember me besides being that one girl who no one liked and was cold to anything and everything. When he mentioned being homesick, my ears could visibly be seen perking up along with the alignment of my spine. So I wasn't the only kid at this school who wanted to leave. To make things better, he even continued to call this school stupid. Not only had my day been made, but maybe he would be either stupid enough or willing enough to plan an escape with me. I could always use someone to throw to the guards if we got caught, none the less. I had no desire to make a friend, but he seemed interested- no. More like nervous. Not interested. My eyes threw themselves over to Tybalt with a hint of fascination in them, "Stupid?" My tone was almost approving as I hummed a long droning note as a sign of my approval. Stupid indeed. I hated not having my home and family around me. It wasn't the same anymore and it was nothing more than rare that someone thought this school was stupid. I quickly remembered he had asked me why I was here and I quickly remembered my parents telling me it was polite to answer people's questions when asked, "I-I just need to clear my head. I can't stop thinking about too many things at once and it's giving me a head ache." The head ache I recalled was still nipping at the back of my skull with a persistent tingle in my head. I wanted it to stop more than anything, but it wasn't like my head ache was going to appeal to my demands. [/style][style=margin: 10 10 10 10; width: 310px: height: 50px; overflow: auto; background-color: 800000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 8 8 8 8px;]Words: 443 Tags: Tybalt Muse: DEMI Inspiration: LAVOTO Other: Sorry it's so short...[/style][style=margin: 0 10 10 10; width: 330px; background-color: 800000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 6 6 6 6px; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000;]Lyrics from Perfect Insanity by Disturbed Post template designed by Amami 天海 of OTE[/style]

[tybalt]

Tybalt smirked down at his hands wearily, holding them clasped tightly, back bent in a probably unhealthy C shape. So she didn't like the school either, did she? This could be useful for both of them if they played their cards right. For now, though, he would simply be friendly, even if she had been rather chilly towards him at the pond before. He could always use an ally, or even a friend to talk to. He was feeling alone, and it seemed that she was in the same predicament. He honestly couldn't believe his luck in finding her.

The shapeshifter looked up from his hands and brushed his bangs back haphazardly, gesturing around. "Well, if you can't seem to get thoughts out of your head, you've come to the right place. Back in New York I used to go to the museum whenever I was feeling down. I even turned myself into a snake and spent the night in there when I was feeling lost once, it made me feel a lot better. I hope it's the same for you." He awkwardly went to pat her shoulder, hoping physical contact wouldn't set her off. Often times, cynical people did not like to be touched.

He continued to look around the museum, glancing at art here and there, never really stopping to appreciate any of it. He was too focused on Lexus and how similar they were. Two C classes that were being confined to that school, potentially dangerous because of their powers, and with hearts longing for the freedom of the world outside Denver. Both of them seemed to be a bit toughened by life experiences, and they shared a healthy amount of pessimism. It seemed that destiny itself had brought them together for a reason. Perhaps that reason was to escape this horrid place. Tybalt cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully. "You and I, Lexus. We're the ones who are seeing this school for what it is. A prison. You want to be free to be yourself, not conform to some set of rules. Repressing your personality isn't healthy, that's what I've seen in all of the articles I've read. So... I want you to know that we're both in the same boat here. Both of us are trapped. What do you propose we do about that?" His heart started beating fast. If Lexus turned him in to the authorities of the school, he could get in a lot of trouble. He might not even get sent home, just punished in some horrible fashion here. He was starting to get nervous again.

[LEXUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-image: url(http://a2.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/profile01/134/c821e17829424f36a6ce5a97d03df193/s.jpg);][style=float: right; border: 5px solid #000000; margin: 5 2 0 0px;][/style][style= margin: 10 0 0 3px; width: 250px; height: 90px; border: 2px dashed #000000; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; size: 6px; line-height: 95%; font-family: Georgia;]Come inside and be afraid Of this impressive mess I've madeIf you take a look now you will find;I have thrown away my vice Done away with paradise See what's going on inside my mind Please let me out [/style] [style= margin: 10 10 0 10; width: 310px; height: 380px; text-align: justify; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; padding: 8 8 8 8; overflow: auto;] As Tybalt patted my shoulder, almost with an awkward vibe to it, I felt a sudden warmth envelope me. No one had ever tried to make physical contact to comfort me before, and this was totally new. Was it a good feeling? Warm was usually good unless your flesh was melting of course. I chuckled to myself, not audible to Tybalt. He started to speak, and I listened a little more closely to his words. He told me that I had come to the right place if I wanted to clear my mind. I had to admit this place was working better than the other methods I had used previously. I wasn't about to admit he had the right idea, whereas it took me a bit longer to figure things out. I started to fiddle with one of the wooden beads dyed dark red on my braid and glanced over at him. He looked slightly nervous as he continued to speak. Suddenly, I got the whole message he was trying to tell me. He was very similar to me in a way. Two C class students who hated this stupid place. Our hearts belonged elsewhere, but we weren't about to set out on an adventure back to our homes all alone. We could get caught and potentially locked up in the school forever with none of the upsides the other students possessed. We would have to have high security personnel around us almost 24/7 to keep any future escape attempts from happening. Our example could set off a chain reaction, too. I smiled at the thought and took my head out of my heads and stared Tybalt right in the eye for a few moments, being silent on my part. I was thinking of the perfect response, even though it was still coming to me as I spoke. "If I wanted to be free I would've tried already, wouldn't I?" I asked fluently, not letting any kind of bitter tone escape into my voice. I smiled enormously, the way I had back at the pond when we had gotten into kind of a cold war. "Of course it would be awfully dangerous, but you seem the type who wouldn't be afraid to take that kind of risk. I propose? You want me to come up with the idea? What a risk-taker," I smiled again, letting a bit of my evil aura slip into it, so I looked almost like a devil when I smiled, "Escaping is risky," I was about to call him one of my clever nick names, but restrained myself. Escaping would be awfully risky especially if we were planning to make it in one piece. And it would cost us something awful, "But I am willing to take a risk to make something exciting happen for once in this school. You'd have to be crazy to be actually considering the traitorous Lexus Andy as an escapee partner in crime." Psh, I wasn't truly a traitor, but he would have to be able to take a risk before I would accept his invitation. [/style][style=margin: 10 10 10 10; width: 310px: height: 50px; overflow: auto; background-color: 800000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 8 8 8 8px;]Words: 514 Tags: Tybalt Muse: Lady A Inspiration: Gotrye Other: TEHE[/style][style=margin: 0 10 10 10; width: 330px; background-color: 800000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 6 6 6 6px; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000;]Lyrics from Perfect Insanity by Disturbed Post template designed by Amami 天海 of OTE[/style]

[tybalt]

Tybalt looked Lexus hard in the eye as she started speaking, trying to gauge her seriousness in the situation. He wasn't afraid to risk being caught? No, he wasn't afraid; he was terrified. Getting in trouble was something that always made him squirm, even if it was only the idea of it. This girl seemed to have some sort of love for the subject, the thought of taking this tremendous risk exciting her. Well, she was braver than he was. That was concerning. If she was an extreme risk taker, she would probably be more chaotic and unpredictable. This escape plan needed structure of some sort, and he couldn't have her running through it with no sense of following the plan. He cleared his throat and smiled back. "I'm glad I'm not the only one who wants out of this god forsaken place. I'm also pleased to see that you are so eager to work on getting out, but a word of caution. The forces that oppose us are extremely powerful, and will require planning to defeat. I can't have any talk of betrayal or chaos here. There are certain measures that must be taken in a very precise way. I need your help here, Lexus. So I need your word that what we have said remains in this museum. We'll use it as a base of operations when we start planning. I can probably snag a key or something, I'll make sure we can get in whenever we want. Well? What do you say? Want to escape from this damned place?"

Tybalt extended his hand with an air of great finality. This was the crossroads for them both; if Lexus refused and walked away, this plan would be abandoned for now. But if she accepted, they would begin a whole new adventure together. He was starting to appreciate Lexus' mannerisms, her strange but enticing personality. She might be just weird enough to get along with him; and if they got along well, it would make the plan that much more effective. But if she did end up betraying him, he would never let her live it down. His wrath would be something with which to truly contend.

[LEXUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-image: url(http://a2.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/profile01/134/c821e17829424f36a6ce5a97d03df193/s.jpg);][style=float: right; border: 5px solid #000000; margin: 5 2 0 0px;][/style][style= margin: 10 0 0 3px; width: 250px; height: 90px; border: 2px dashed #000000; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; size: 6px; line-height: 95%; font-family: Georgia;]Come inside and be afraid Of this impressive mess I've madeIf you take a look now you will find;I have thrown away my vice Done away with paradise See what's going on inside my mind Please let me out [/style] [style= margin: 10 10 0 10; width: 310px; height: 380px; text-align: justify; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; padding: 8 8 8 8; overflow: auto;] Tybalt seemed even more serious about escaping than I would ever be. I guess that was a difference between me and him. I was less serious in nature. I could never take many things too seriously than most people. It was pure habit by now, sadly enough. I stared into his eyes, realizing how much I liked his eye color than my nasty green-yellow that looked like someone had picked a random thing out a trash can and put it as my eye color. Not to mention my eyes always looked blurry like I was about to cry and whatnot. I blinked furiously, trying to keep my eyes from staring like a creep. My jaw was slightly unhinged from the way I was holding it, my mouth slightly open. I nodded as he spoke to show I actually understood what he was saying and explaining to me. Most people would smile and nod to show, but I was not in the mood for smiling. He asked if I wanted to get out of this place and I responded, "Oh god yes...." I wanted nothing more than to get out of this stupid place. A place where I was more free and able to do actual things that I liked. Not where I was locked up and confined to a certain place with only a limited number of options of what I could do. It was hell. It was torture. Maybe I should tell him the small part I left out... The part where going back to Pennsylvania meant I was to live with my grandmother who hated my guts. I might have believed I was going to live with my parents, but that was a lie. My parents were dead. That was the real reason I wanted to be in Pennsylvania. I couldn't feel their souls and their warmth in this place where I was so far away from them. Tybalt extended his hand to show a mutual agreement between us. Was I to take it? I understood there would be no going back once I took his hand and shook it. Was I to shake it? I gently extended my hand, letting my hand fall into his in a formal manner. I clasped my fingers lightly around his hand and shook it, and pulled my hand back to my side at once. I didn't like making physical contact with anyone, especially a male. [/style][style=margin: 10 10 10 10; width: 310px: height: 50px; overflow: auto; background-color: 800000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 8 8 8 8px;]Words: 404 Tags: Tybaltttt Muse: ADELE Inspiration: HAS Other: KILLED ME[/style][style=margin: 0 10 10 10; width: 330px; background-color: 800000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 6 6 6 6px; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000;]Lyrics from Perfect Insanity by Disturbed Post template designed by Amami 天海 of OTE[/style]

[tybalt]

He let her hand come to his like he was feeding a baby bird. This was the moment he was most worried about. What if she decided to back out at this last possible second. She came to him slowly, but at long last, physical contact was made. His usual strong handshake was then replaced by a gentle clasping of fingers. She didn't seem to want to touch him for very long. However, with that touch, he could feel Lexus' energy flowing through him. It was more of a side note in his head at this point, but he was now aware that he could transform into Lexus' visage at will. Again, that was not what mattered just now. What mattered was that they had just entered a contract, one that he would see through to the end.

Tybalt smiled slightly, adjusting his coat. "Thank you, Lexus. I think this is the beginning of a marvelous journey." Tybalt stood, looking around. He wanted to make sure no one important had seen his plotting with his new ally.
"Alright, so down to business. The first part of this plan will to become more comfortable with each other. We need to know each other and our collective abilities if we are to succeed. Also, keep an eye out for money, any way you can get it. The resources we'll need aren't cheap. Also, if you need to talk to me, I'll be around. Or, if you'd like more secrecy, we can meet here. Just get a message to me somehow and tell me when we should talk. All clear?"

He offered his hand to help her to her feet. Despite her display of awkwardness whilst shaking his hand, Tybalt was determined to get in Lexus' good graces. Like he had said, they would need to like each other if their dream of escape was to ever come to fruition. He was starting to notice how attractive she was. Something about the way she carried herself, it was enticing. And the way she had looked him in the eye... No, he was just tired or something. Besides, there was work to be done.

[LEXUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-image: url(http://a2.l3-images.myspacecdn.com/profile01/134/c821e17829424f36a6ce5a97d03df193/s.jpg);][style=float: right; border: 5px solid #000000; margin: 5 2 0 0px;][/style][style= margin: 10 0 0 3px; width: 250px; height: 90px; border: 2px dashed #000000; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; size: 6px; line-height: 95%; font-family: Georgia;]Come inside and be afraid Of this impressive mess I've madeIf you take a look now you will find;I have thrown away my vice Done away with paradise See what's going on inside my mind Please let me out [/style] [style= margin: 10 10 0 10; width: 310px; height: 380px; text-align: justify; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; padding: 8 8 8 8; overflow: auto;] If Tybalt had been any old boy who had talked to me once or twice, I would've rejected him with my cold shoulder and gotten up myself. It would have been my prime reaction in this situation. Ignored the hand and got up myself like the big girl I was. But this situation was quite different than just any old boy asking to help me stand up. Tybalt could be my only way to escape this devil school for good and go back where I was loved and cared about. Not a place where I was treated like a wild animal who could snap at any moment. Tybalt would be my only means of escape. My eyes met his for a moment as my decision became final. I slipped my hand into his and instinctively pulled myself to my feet using him as my anchor. Due to my stature and quaint weight, I pulled a little too hard and was suddenly pressed up against Tybalt. I felt my cheeks flush red as I realized not only was I still holding his hand, but was pressed closely against him. This would look bad considering I only wanted an ally. My mind was set on escaping, not making moves on him. As quickly as I had pulled myself to him, took a step back let my heel dig into my shin. It wasn't the greatest feeling, perhaps, but it was my own punishment for making a fool out of myself. I glanced up at him, my face still stinging red with embarrassment, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I-i-it was just- I-" I was stuttering at this point, the words not able to pass between my lips with making much sense at all. My face was still red. He probably thought I was a freak for doing that to him. I had no right whatsoever to do anything like that since I barely knew him. If I knew him better, like if we were better friends, I would've made a joke of how he was hitting on me or something. But that wasn't the case, and I was none the less ashamed of myself. My fingers played with the edge of my skirt, which had become much more interesting after my little escapade there. [/style][style=margin: 10 10 10 10; width: 310px: height: 50px; overflow: auto; background-color: 800000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 8 8 8 8px;]Words: 382 Tags: Tybalt Muse: Rrr Inspiration:Rurr Other:Hurr[/style][style=margin: 0 10 10 10; width: 330px; background-color: 800000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 6 6 6 6px; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000;]Lyrics from Perfect Insanity by Disturbed Post template designed by Amami 天海 of OTE[/style]

[tybalt]

Tybalt blushed brightly as Lexus pressed against him. Oh god, oh god, oh god, she was touching him. What should he do? His mind seemed to disconnect from him, vanishing altogether without a trace. He stood there, awkwardly silent, eyes wide. She was very pretty, and she was touching him. He gave a petrified laugh, still motionless. "Well... Hello, Lexus." His voice shook, and his vision seemed to become tunneled. At long last, after what seemed like an eternity, she pulled away from him. She was obviously just as embarrassed as he was, her face was burning red. But why should she be nervous? He expected her to slap him or something, even though he had not technically done anything wrong. You could never tell what someone would do until they did it.

The heavily embarrassed shape shifter rubbed the back of his neck, still blushing and looking transfixed at Lexus. "Nonono don't worry, my fault. I pulled you too hard, please, don't take it the wrong way. I only meant to help you up, not... you know." Here he was, rambling again. Why did this little touch distract him so greatly? If he hadn't thought so much about it, he might have even forgotten his escape plan. That would be disastrous, he must keep his hormones in check. He wondered if she felt the same, but quickly threw that idea out. She was just a colleague, and he had to remind himself of that.

Tybalt turned to leave the museum with a slight smile, blush beginning to disappear. He gestured for Lexus to come with him. They could survey the town and start to establish some sort of escape route. "Alright, follow me. We have a lot of planning to do and not much time to do it in." He was trying to keep things simple, but his embarrassment around those of the female persuasion was going to be difficult to overcome. Ah well, practice makes perfect, and he was going to be spending a lot of time around Lexus in order to make their plan work without a hitch. But hey, that wasn't a bad thing at all, was it?

[LEXUS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 330px; background-image: url(http://oi54.tinypic.com/19tkbk.jpg);][style=float: right; border: 5px solid #000000; margin: 5 2 0 0px;][/style][style= margin: 10 0 0 3px; width: 250px; height: 90px; border: 2px dashed #000000; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; size: 6px; line-height: 95%; font-family: Georgia;]Come inside and be afraid Of this impressive mess I've madeIf you take a look now you will find;I have thrown away my vice Done away with paradise See what's going on inside my mind Please let me out [/style] [style= margin: 10 10 0 10; width: 310px; height: 380px; text-align: justify; background-color: 800000; color: FFFFFF; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; padding: 8 8 8 8; overflow: auto;] Oh my god, he actually didn't try to pull away. I realized that and tried to keep my face from going pink. Was it because he was too shocked to do anything or was it because he liked it? I shuddered at the thought, remembering that no one would ever feel that way about my no matter what the case was. I was a cold, heartless, no body and it would always be that way. But, despite the way I felt about myself, I couldn't ignore the way he looked at me and kept trying to make physical contact with me. It was awkward for me to have anyone so close to me. Especially a male. I kept my face from getting any pinker and took a deep breath, clearing my lungs and mind. No feelings. Just colleagues. Tybalt signaled me to follow him out of the museum. I stood by his side, feeling shorter than ever. Usually, people would be intimidated by her and slump a little. He, on the other hand, didn't seem too intimidated by me. I liked it. It was a change. Maybe he wouldn't be only the boy who helped me escape, but a good change in my life. I looked over my shoulder like it was my past. I was waving goodbye to the old me. This would be the turning point for me. I looked back at Tybalt, smiling slightly. I had never been a big smiler, but maybe that would be something that changed also. My voice was clear and strong, "This is the beginning of an important and amazing friendship, Tybalt. [/style][style=margin: 10 10 10 10; width: 310px: height: 50px; overflow: auto; background-color: 800000; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 8 8 8 8px;]Words: 280 Tags: Tybalt Muse: huh Inspiration: rawr Other: dinosaur [/style][style=margin: 0 10 10 10; width: 330px; background-color: 800000; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 6 6 6 6px; border-top: 2px dashed #000000; border-bottom: 2px dashed #000000;]Lyrics from Perfect Insanity by Disturbed Post template designed by Amami 天海 of OTE[/style]