come into my parlor [INVITES]

[SEKTO]

Yaly was waiting. It wasn't too late but it was after class. No one was in the auditorium for a change, not even Valus. She promised Lexus she'd meet her hear. "laaaate" Yaly uttered as she sat on the stage, legs crossed. Her voice carried even though she spoke in a low voice, watching the door to see if Lexus would arrive. They had much to discuss and she hadn't seen her friend in a long time, Yaly felt almost weakened without Lexus around as of late. She had started to wonder what that meant, Lexus having changed how she thought, the confidence Lexus gave her... It was like finding your true sister, someone who could complete you in ways you didn't think possible. Yaly was even thinking of opening up to Lexus, talking about her past...

She lay back a bit, uncrossing and recrossing her legs and staring at the ceiling, at the high scaffolding on the stage. She thought about climbing up there, flying up there.... No, she couldn't, not today. Yaly sat up though, looking when she heard a sound and adjusting her dress, making sure the spaghetti thin shoulder straps were up and that the skirt itself was not creased, straightening it down to her knees. She wasn't trying to be presentable but it was a nervous habit of hers, it was only her after all, her and who she hoped was Lexus.

[ANDRIEAS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]THIS LIFE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]MAKING SENSE OUT OF NOTHING[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]With the tendency to get lost when he was walking to class, Andre wandered hopelessly down the hall. So far, he had seen nothing that sparked a memory clue or such. His books were getting exceedingly heavy in his arms as his feet moved like a blur underneath him. A door was suddenly in front of him, and Andre felt all his frustration right to the surface. Would they turn to tears or screams? Andre didn't want to find out at this point, and opened the door quickly. He entered the room, recognizing it almost immediately. He closed the door behind himself, pressing his back against the door. He hated getting lost like this, almost almost breaking out in tears. When Andre reopened his eyes, the beheld a girl sitting in the room. She looked like she was waiting for someone or something, but Andre, who was incredibly frazzled, didn't want to ask any questions. She seemed pretty harmless (probably a huge mistake making such a judgement at a time like this..). Andre sighed and loosened his shoulders. His green trench coat was rested on his shoulders almost in a lazy state. Andre cleared his throat quietly, trying not to startle the girl. "Was I disturbing something?" He hoped he wasn't... Andre took a steady breath, evening his heart beat, "I'm Andre. C class shape shifter." WORDS! 000 TAGS! dey go right here. NOTES! whatever you want, bruh. [/style]

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[SEKTO]

"Yalya, Class B, Harpy." Her voice had a soft tone to it, but that edge of sarcasm that bordered on mockery of the poor boy. She slowly brought herself up, looking him over. He looked harmless. Then again Yaly has learned not to count out the students. Half of the harmless ones were psychos. He seemed safe enough. Yaly slipped off the stage and walked over to him. "Got yourself lost there Andre?" She smiled a disarming smile, feeling predatory while she waited for Lexus... Maybe Lexus could walk in and see Yaly's prey... Haha, that'd be brilliant.

"you weren't disturbing anything. I'm just waiting for someone and I think you can help me pass the time until she gets here." Yaly closed the distance between herself and Andre and then took his hands, leading him over to the stage and then climbing up onto it. She made a point of sticking her butt out, pretty much showing herself off to him before sitting down and looking at him. From the stage she felt like a falcon perched above a rabbit, ready to strike it. "Tell me about yourself, Andre." She crossed and uncrossed and recrossed her legs, letting her shoulders slump a bit and grinning at the poor boy as she spoke.

[ANDRIEAS]

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[SEKTO]

"I'm the welcoming wagon." Yaly grinned a bit, uncrossing her legs again, she left them slide apart slightly before closing them again, giving Andre a small show. She leaned forward a bit, her shoulders raising up slightly as she tilted her head while looking at him. It was strange mix of cute and seductive. "I'm here to make the new students feel as welcome as possible." She chuckled a bit, leaning down a bit more and giving a suggestive grin. In the back of her mind, Yaly wondered where Lexus was, but Andre would help her pass the time. "I grew up in south america, in a small mountain village. I came here 'cuz I wanted to see the world and learn about humans."

She stood up, sliding off the stage and letting it mess up her dress a bit, she walked over to Andre until she was standing in front of him, then she dropped down, sitting on her haunches, knees together and arms crossed over her knees as she looked at him. "What about you? What encouraged you to come to the academy? Wanted to see the world? Learn about humans? meet some of your fellow Yajuu?" She kept her voice innocent and casual until the last question, in which her tone shifted to very suggestive, very seductive. She was playing with him a bit, but felt entitled to toy with her prey.

[ANDRIEAS]

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[SEKTO]

There was more to this boy than Yaly had thought, but it interested her. It wasn't often she met a guy with something like that weighing on him... Most guys tended to be the same, and this guy seemed to have more on his mind than just the usual bad thoughts regarding girls. "I see..." A legitimate tone of sympathy had found its way into her voice as she looked at Andre, her head tilting as she stared at him in a new light. He was more than just prey, more than just a fly in the spider's web. Yaly stood up though, this didn't mean she was necessarily done with him as she slipped off the stage and walked towards Andre. "Andre." Her voice had that subtle seductive hint to it as she put an overt sway in her steps, her hips swinging and each step bouncing her hair among other things.

"I did tell you I'm the welcome wagon." Yalya grinned wolfishly as she walked over to Andre and stopped, standing over him, a foot on either side of him. "I can assure you, that you'll enjoy this school and you will fit in." She had her hands on her hips as she looked down at him, literally above him as she stood right over him. Yaly gave him a pleasant, friendly, and truly kind smile. "I promise." She then changed her expression, her hands moving down her legs slowly as she gained back that wolfish, predatory grin. "and I am the welcome wagon." She lifted her skirt slowly, giving Andre one of the most personal shows possible. "You're more than welcome to hop on the wagon..." She lowered down, getting on her knees and sitting on Andre's lap, straddling him and leaning in, her eyes staring deep into his like a cobra trying to hypnotise its prey. "...and I can think of a few places you could fit in right now." She took his hands and moved them to her hips, teasing them against her skirt as she pressed her nose to his, her grin spreading to reveal her teeth before her lips moved to claim his.

[ANDRIEAS]

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[SEKTO]

Yaly blinked, pulling back a bit. "You're not? Funny... You look and sound like him." Yaly gave a playful grin as she looked at him. She leaned back and stretched out, her chest pushing foward as she moved her hands up, over her shoulders, along her neck, through her hair, it was short and she had gone with multi-colored tips and highlights through the inky blackness of it. Normally her hair had a dull sort of shine to it, like feathers of a black bird, but she loved playing with it, adding colours, lustre, styling it... Her body was her plaything, much as her body was the plaything of others and they in turn were her toys. Life was a game, she loved to play rough with her toys and play with them often.

"Look, you can say what you want about other people. And if they are out there then I'll inevitably have them, or they'll have me, whoever gets to who first..." She made it sound more like a fact of life then any form of admission to promiscuity, though in her mind the lust of others was a fact of life, though one that had been challenged many, many times over, she was beginning to feel doubt... In this situation she felt sympathy for Andre, he needed something, and while she might not be what he needed, she was certain that she'd be all he'll want for a good, long time. "Besides, I didn't think you'd say no to such an invitation..." Yaly moved her hands to Andre's arms and slid them down a bit, letting them trail over her skirt, down to her bare legs, then up again, along her thighs, under the fabric. "I want you right now, and I can be very persuasive if you still convincing..." She leaned in again, pressing her chest against Andre and turning her head, eyes closed, going to kiss him even if he wouldn't return it.

[ANDRIEAS]

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