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Just a quick count.

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 21:20:59 -0800

How many of you have some free time for the holidays? I’m thinking if there are enough of us available we could do a claymore high Christmas party. So what does everyone think?

-M

Totally free for this. ouo

I’ve miss you guys terribly and hope we get to hang out again sometime soon.

Hello, fellow Claymore RPer! But I don't belong to Claymore High...

Thu, 29 Nov 2012 14:19:00 -0800

((Heyy~ ouo

Even if you don’t belong to the group, you can still interact with its members o: We haven’t had anyone outside the group to talk to yet, so it’d be great to see what’d happen.))

roxanne-of-love-and-hate: forbidden-warrior: Read More Read More When Roxanne managed to give...

Tue, 20 Nov 2012 14:28:00 -0800

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When Roxanne managed to give her command, Cassandra happily obliged.

She hummed in response, still tongue-deep inside Roxanne. She slipped her tongue in and out of the senior, fingers still rubbing her clit. When they met each others gaze, Cassandra felt closer to Roxanne; more in sync. She dragged her nails up and down Roxanne’s side, her fingers running along her curves, worshiping her body.

The throbbing between the junior’s legs only grew as time went on, but she continued, redoubling her efforts when she felt Roxanne tense up.

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Fri, 16 Nov 2012 17:19:50 -0800

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Indulging herself in the feeling of being left with another bruise, Cassandra pressed Roxanne closer. Already, there were several marks on her body, marks that could disappear quickly; almost instantaneously if Cassandra wanted—instead she let them be, wanting to admire Roxanne’s work later.

She inhaled sharply, eyes fixed on Roxanne’s finger. Gods, this girl. The short haired blond bit her lip, trying the best she could to get closer to the senior’s fingers, disappointed when she was pushed onto her back, without feeling Roxanne’s fingers exactly where she wanted them. The disappointment didn’t last long, as it was replaced with anticipation when the actress’s center neared her mouth.

The soccer captain glanced up, meeting the actress’s eyes, before doing as she was told—not that she needed instructions. With her gaze fixed on Roxanne’s, Cassandra gave the senior a single, slow lick. She continued like this, her tongue making tortuously long laps, while her hand crept around Roxanne’s thigh and between her legs, fingers finding the senior’s clit.

roxanne-of-love-and-hate: forbidden-warrior: Cassandra’s breath hitched upon feeling the actress’s...

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 00:46:50 -0800

roxanne-of-love-and-hate:

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Cassandra’s breath hitched upon feeling the actress’s lips on her neck. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, humming as she relished the moment. It didn’t occur to Cassandra that she’d soon be left with a hickey she’d have to hide later.

When Roxanne separated her lips from the athlete’s neck, the latter looked up at her, hand still on the senior’s lap, other hand trailing up her back. She kissed Roxanne before answering, “More than anything.” and slipping her hand from beneath her dress to join her other, searching for a zipper.

Her brows narrowed in frustration and she was almost tempted to ask Roxanne for help—although a part of her had felt like Roxanne already knew she needed help finding that damned zipper, buttons—whatever the hell it was, it needed to come undone. Cassandra was about to give up and opt to pulling the dress over the senior’s head or even rip it off of her, but her hands stumbled upon the buttons holding the dress together.

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Cassandra kept her eyes on Roxanne, her chest rising and falling faster than usual. With one glance at the senior’s smile, Cassandra flipped them over, her fingers lacing with Roxanne’s, as she held her down. In a low voice, the taller girl said “I could say the same, you know.”

The short haired blond licked her lips and bit her bottom lip, looking Roxanne over. She released Roxanne’s hands and tugged the dress off again, taking her time doing so, lightly running her fingers over the exposed skin.

Once the dress was off, Cassandra leaned down and press her lips against the actress’s neck. Her nails trailed up and down Roxanne’s stomach, until she placed her palms flat on her abdomen and sat up, eyes clouded with desire, still locked on Roxanne’s.

“I want you.. more than I can put into words.” The junior bit her lip, her eyebrows furrowing together as she gathered her thoughts. She let out a quick breath and closed her eyes before opening them again. “Roxanne, all I know is that I want you.”

roxanne-of-love-and-hate: Roxanne smiled as Cassandra grew more animated. Yes, this was what she...

Thu, 08 Nov 2012 20:59:35 -0800

roxanne-of-love-and-hate:

Roxanne smiled as Cassandra grew more animated. Yes, this was what she wanted, this was what she craved: control. The junior was letting herself go simply because Roxanne had asked her to. She was becoming something new, something better, and this was just the start.

“That’s better,” she whispered. She bit at Cassandra’s earlobe. “Just let go. I’m all yours up here.”

Of course, the truth was that Cassandra was all Roxanne’s, and not the other way around. As Cassandra’s hand crept up her thigh, she hiked up the hem of her dress to encourage it. She pressed her lips against the soccer captain’s neck, determined to mark her property.

“Tell me how much you want me,” she whispered, not because she was unsure (the look in Cassandra’s eyes could not be mistaken), but because she needed to hear it.

Cassandra’s breath hitched upon feeling the actress’s lips on her neck. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, humming as she relished the moment. It didn’t occur to Cassandra that she’d soon be left with a hickey she’d have to hide later.

When Roxanne separated her lips from the athlete’s neck, the latter looked up at her, hand still on the senior’s lap, other hand trailing up her back. She kissed Roxanne before answering, “More than anything.” and slipping her hand from beneath her dress to join her other, searching for a zipper.

Her brows narrowed in frustration and she was almost tempted to ask Roxanne for help—although a part of her had felt like Roxanne already knew she needed help finding that damned zipper, buttons—whatever the hell it was, it needed to come undone. Cassandra was about to give up and opt to pulling the dress over the senior’s head or even rip it off of her, but her hands stumbled upon the buttons holding the dress together.

It didn’t take long for two to peel off the dress or Cassandra’s cardigan & button up. Cassandra ran her hands over Roxanne’s curves, her lips traveling from Roxanne’s own, along her jaw and down her neck. Despite the chill of the night, her skin was warm, inviting Cassandra to kiss every inch, trail her fingers along every curve.

In the back of her mind, Cassandra kept asking “why?” Roxanne was the director of the drama club, beautiful, smart, talented, extremely skilled, among many other things, and Cassandra was barely getting by in Silver Eyes, still didn’t have a technique to call her own, and really only excelled in soccer. She knew Roxanne could have anyone she wanted, but she wasn’t going to ruin the moment by becoming self-conscious.

Cassandra dismissed her troubled thoughts and let the moment live, hands kneading Roxanne’s breasts, lips ghosting along her shoulder.

roxanne-of-love-and-hate: Roxanne smiled against Cassandra’s lips just before they parted. She...

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 20:17:02 -0700

roxanne-of-love-and-hate:

Roxanne smiled against Cassandra’s lips just before they parted. She slipped two fingers beneath Cassandra’s cheek and lifted her face, so that they were once more looking into each other’s eyes. Strange; there was happiness there, in Cassandra’s eyes, but also nervousness. Roxanne drank them both in.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “It’s just you and I up here. And you know I would never hurt you. You trust me, don’t you?”

She brought their lips together again, smiling as she did. Slowly, slowly, she began to run her free hand over Cassandra’s stomach. If she tried, she could feel the stitches of their shared surgery. But no, she was not pressing—not quite yet. Not until Cassandra started really giving in.

Hearing those words from Roxanne let the junior feel more at ease. She answered Roxanne’s question by kissing her back and becoming less tense when she felt the senior’s hand on her stomach. Although she had relaxed more, Cassandra found herself sitting up, fighting for dominance with the girl straddling her.

As one hand crept along Roxanne’s thigh, the other was firm on her back, pressing the senior closer. Something in Cassandra sparked her desire for more—either teenage hormones or her attraction to the senior, or a combination of both. She ran her tongue across Roxanne’s bottom lip, sliding it against her tongue when she opened her mouth. Cassandra ghosted her fingers on Roxanne’s thigh, careful not to let it push her dress up, waiting for the senior to give her her approval.

roxanne-of-love-and-hate: Roxanne’s smile widened. Ah, so that was what Cassandra thought of her....

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 02:01:05 -0700

roxanne-of-love-and-hate:

Roxanne’s smile widened. Ah, so that was what Cassandra thought of her. Good. She let the words sink in, let them roll around her brain: incredible person.

“Cassiopeia,” she replied, her voice considerably more warm than usual. “Very distinctive, that girl. You always know where she is.”

She glanced down towards Cassandra, and decided they were much too far apart. She slunk her way on top of the junior, straddling her waist and cupping her cheek.

“You shouldn’t worry about impressing me,” she whispered. They were only inches apart now. Roxanne drunk in Cassandra’s expression with thirsty eyes. “Just keep looking at me that way.”

Time seem to be still as Cassandra stared into Roxanne’s eyes. There were no cars passing by, no girlish squeals from the dorms below, no guards making rounds, nothing but the two of them on top of the roof. Cassandra found the inches separating her from Roxanne becoming centimeters, until her lips were pressed against the senior’s.

In the midst of the kiss, Cassandra propped herself on top of her elbow, her other hand finding a spot on Roxanne’s neck to rest on. Cassandra lingered on Roxanne’s lips before she pulled back and ran her tongue across her bottom lip. A moment had passed before things settled in Cassandra’s mind, causing her to blush. Did she just do that?

Sure, she had kissed the senior before, but she had been instructed to do so. This time, it just felt so… in the moment. The junior licked her lips again, mouth suddenly dry, then looked down, not wanting to meet Roxanne’s eyes should they hold any sign of disapproval.

roxanne-of-love-and-hate: Roxanne chuckled. “Oh no, I’m having a lovely time.” she said. And it was...

Thu, 11 Oct 2012 19:14:00 -0700

roxanne-of-love-and-hate:

Roxanne chuckled. “Oh no, I’m having a lovely time.” she said. And it was true. There was something wonderfully nice about this. The two of them could relax in silence. Part of Roxanne was beginning to forget why she’d been upset to begin with. Everything seemed so far away. It helped that Cassandra’s rambling was adorable.

“I wonder, I wonder,” she whispered just loudly enough for her companion to hear. “Are you nervous?”

She began tracing her fingertips up and down Cassandra’s arm, skin against skin. “I hope I don’t make you nervous…”

“Just a bit.” Cassandra let out a breathy laugh before admitting, “I keep thinking about how I have to impress you to keep you around. I guess that sounds silly, but you’re this incredible person and it’s still kind of unbelievable that this is happening.”

The junior leaned back, easing herself onto her back, resting her head on her hands.

“So, Roxanne, what’s your favorite constellation?”

dives-and-lazarus: Me playing sports

Thu, 11 Oct 2012 13:21:33 -0700

dives-and-lazarus:

Me playing sports

roxanne-of-love-and-hate: Roxanne sat next to Cassandra, cuddled up against her. The stars overhead...

Thu, 11 Oct 2012 12:41:00 -0700

roxanne-of-love-and-hate:

Roxanne sat next to Cassandra, cuddled up against her. The stars overhead were shining brightly. Roxanne hadn’t known anything about them until this afternoon, when she’d googled as much as she could about constellations in case the topic came up. She’d decided her favorite was Cassiopeia.

“It wouldn’t be any fun if I told you,” she whispered into Cassandra’s ear. She laced their fingertips together. “Then it wouldn’t be a mystery, and I wouldn’t interest you at all.”

As the words left her lips a shock of anger hit her. Just the thought of Cassandra losing interest…No, no, it wouldn’t happen; Roxanne was a god tonight, and gods were always interesting. It could never happen. It wasn’t going to happen.

But Roxanne found herself holding onto Cassandra a little more tightly, found herself looking up with something like..desperation, perhaps? She didn’t want the junior to ignore her like the Senior President was.

Only one choice. Distract Cassandra, so that she didn’t notice this momentary weakness. Roxanne kissed the junior’s cheek and smiled. “I wonder why you chose stargazing,” she said. “Out of all the dates in the world. I could have taken you anywhere, you know. But…it is nice, isn’t it? Just you and I. Do you think we’ll get constellations named after us?”

The look on Roxanne’s face and her holding on tighter concerned Cassandra. Was something wrong? Before she could ask, Roxanne had moved on.

“Perhaps. Cancer did earn its place in the sky just for its attempt to stop Hercules, so I don’t see why not.” Cassandra put her arm around Roxanne and smiled. “Being among the gods. Wouldn’t that be something?”

“To be honest though, choosing this as a date, it was a spur of the moment type thing. You can pick where we go for our next date, I mean, if you’d like one.” A moment passed without a word being said, worrying the junior. “I’m sorry if this is boring, I know stargazing isn’t the most eventful thing to do on a date.”

roxanne-of-love-and-hate: As Roxanne entered the staircase with the guard, the smirk on her face...

Sat, 29 Sep 2012 20:48:41 -0700

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As Roxanne entered the staircase with the guard, the smirk on her face only grew wider. She was well aware of where all the cameras were; she had to be, with her proclivities. The door closed behind them, and they were left alone.

Roxanne moved quickly. That was another bonus to wearing designer clothes and designer heels: no one expected her to be able to move as quickly as she could. She pressed the guard against the wall. His eyes widened and a gasp escaped him; Roxanne let out a girlish giggle at his confusion. He wasn’t even fighting her—why would he? She was a pretty girl, and she looked so very interested in him.

“What are you doing—”

“Being kind. You’re very lucky, you know. My captain would hate it if I killed you,” she whispered into his ear. Now, now he began to worry. He tried to throw her off, but she was too strong, and that only made her laugh more.

“Get off me, you crazy bitch!”

“Your name is Alan Redgrave,” she said. “You work Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You drive a cherry red Ford pick-up. I’m very observant, Alan. I have to be, in my line of work. And did you know that I can follow you wherever you go? It’d be so very easy. You’d never notice me at all. You have a wife, don’t you? And children?”

“Don’t you dare—”

Roxanne covered his mouth with her hand. “Shh, no. None of that. It’s hard not to kill you as it stands. Don’t give me a reason. Now I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to turn around and walk away, and pretend you never saw anything. You’re going to make sure no one goes anywhere near the roof. You’re not going to tell anyone that we had this conversation, because youknowthat I could be watching at any time. Hiding in the shadows, wondering when on Earth you’re going to get those pants of yours tailored, laughing every time you trip. I’m there, Alan. And the next time I see you, my captain won’t be there to keep me from killing you. Am I understood?”

Mr. Alan Redgrave seemed like he was going to piss his pants for a moment. His eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth agape with lip quivering. Roxanne could hear his heart hammering in his chest. That only made her smile more. She did so love being feared. It made her feel like a god.

Slowly, Alan Redgrave nodded. She let him go and watched him half-run, half-shamble away. “Ta-ta,” she called. “I will see you again.”

Humming to herself, she headed down the stairs to meet Cassandra. “Oh, don’t worry,” she said in response to the short haired girl’s question. “It was all taken care of. We can go straight up to the roof now and no one will bother us.”

She flashed Cassandra a satisfied grin and looped her arm around the taller girl’s elbow, walking them back up the stairs. Yes, she felt like a god tonight. What a promising start to the evening.

Cassandra waked arm-in-arm with Roxanne to the roof, curious about how the senior managed to keep the guards off their tail. They walked up the last flight of stairs, mostly talking about trivial topics.

The junior opened the door to the roof, letting the cold night air rush into the stairway. She let Roxanne pass through first then followed after her. After finding a spot to settle, the short haired blond laid out one blanket, leaving the other for later.

“So, are you going to tell me how you got us a night free of unwanted guests?” Cassandra asked, motioning for Roxanne to join her sitting down.

roxanne-of-love-and-hate: Roxanne glanced backwards. Cassandra was smiling. “There’s no such thing...

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 00:30:46 -0700

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Roxanne glanced backwards. Cassandra was smiling.

“There’s no such thing as being overdressed,” she replied, a smirk on her face. “A girl does like to look her best, you know.”

She peeked around the corner. As expected there was a security guard making the rounds. Roxanne turned around and put a fingertip on Cassandra’s lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him,” she whispered. “Trust me, darling.”

She giggled and began sauntering over towards the guard, obvious as could be. He shouted for her to stop, and she did, raising her arms in the air with an innocent expression on her face: eyes wide, lips slightly parted.

“Oh, you caught me!” she said. She’d even pitched her voice higher. “This is a demerit, isn’t it? God, my mother’s going to kill me when she hears.”

The guard’s face softened when he saw hers. He gestured for her to follow him. “Let’s get you back to your room,” he said, producing a small piece of paper. “Which floor are you?”

Roxanne smiled. “Oh, the first floor,” she said. They were on the second now. “Room 14A.” A blatant lie, as Roxanne’s room was right around the corner.

The guard let out a slow whistle. “Got a walk ahead of us. Follow me,” he said.

And Roxanne did, winking to Cassandra as she did. Only a few more minutes and they would be in the clear.

Cassandra raised a brow and watched as her date walked off with the guard. Deciding to meet Roxanne at the room, the junior turned the corner and headed for the staircase at the opposite end of the building, thinking that it would give Roxanne enough time talk her way out of that demerit.

In a few minutes, the short haired blond reached the hallway. She poked her head around the corner to check for her date and company and found that Roxanne was standing alone.

“Hey, I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” Cassandra said, jogging up to the senior. ”Or that you didn’t get into too much trouble. Is everything okay?”

roxanne-of-love-and-hate: Roxanne had been waiting for that knock. The thing she liked most about...

Tue, 25 Sep 2012 04:18:19 -0700

roxanne-of-love-and-hate:

Roxanne had been waiting for that knock.

The thing she liked most about plans was the little rush she got when they were followed. It made her feel like a god. A lot of things did that, of course: looking into the mirror when her makeup was done; the sharp gasps of her friends as their clothes fell to the floor; using her inhuman strength and agility. The fact of the matter was that Roxanne was just plain better than most people, and so she felt like a god quite a lot of the time.

She especially needed that feeling today. Between Galatea’s awful indiscretion (you would think the student council president would have better taste!), and the phone call from her mother earlier (Gloriana was still in recovery and would never walk properly again, let alone dance; Charlotte had just gotten accepted to West Point, though, and Roxanne weren’t you supposed to be top of your class by now?), her spirits were unusually low. She compensated by dressing in a little red Marchesa. Completely inappropriate for stargazing, but it brought the feeling back.

She answered the door with a smile, and even a genuine giggle when she saw Cassandra’s outfit. It was easy, too, to predict the sort of thing the Soccer Captain would wear.

“Ah, my captain’s arrived,” she said. “I was worried for a second you’d forgotten me. But you’d never forget me, would you?” The smile she flashed was perhaps a little desperate. She intended it that way. She took Cassandra’s hand and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind her.

“Now follow me,” she said. “I know just the place.”

Cassandra followed the shorter girl, hand in hand, a smile on her face. “You seem very eager for our date, but aren’t you a bit overdressed to go stargazing?” she suggested. “I mean, I have us covered if it gets cold, but it seems like you’re ready to go somewhere classy and if that’s where we’re headed, I’ll have to go back and change.”

Falling back, onto her bed, Cassandra let out a sigh. With her first game around the corner, she...

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 04:25:00 -0700

Falling back, onto her bed, Cassandra let out a sigh. With her first game around the corner, she decided to put more effort into practice, and in turn, returned to her room exhausted. Her only driving force at this time was her date with Roxanne later. The blond closed her eyes and smiled to herself, thinking back to her game with the senior. A part of her was still in disbelief that Roxanne asked her on a date and even admitted to liking her.

“What do I wear?” She asked herself, standing back up, and walked to her closet. After rummaging around for a bit, Cassandra settled on a red and white checked button up with a light gray cardigan, a pair of jeans, and converse. She thought to herself while she emptied out her backpack onto her desk, replacing the contents with two small blankets.

Cassandra nodded, sure that the blankets were all they’d need for stargazing, and stepped out, making her way to Roxanne’s dorm room, masking her yoki along the way. Within a short minute or so, she stood before the senior’s door and knocked, hoping Roxanne hadn’t been able to sense her arriving.

ooc: i have been trying to write this thread for like three days now

Sun, 23 Sep 2012 17:33:11 -0700

ooc: i have been trying to write this thread for like three days now

opera4breakfast: rb_event2_0023 by Rbuller on Flickr.

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 08:22:29 -0700

opera4breakfast:

rb_event2_0023 by Rbuller on Flickr.

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Sat, 01 Sep 2012 08:22:07 -0700

andspidersandbears: The anatomy of a recurve. I don’t know...

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 08:21:25 -0700

andspidersandbears:

The anatomy of a recurve.

I don’t know whether it’s the Robin Hood-town in me, or the fact that Legolas wins, but I’ve always loved to shoot. I need to get back into this, please.

ooc: wanting to start an archery thread and not actually knowing how archery works

Sat, 01 Sep 2012 08:16:36 -0700

ooc: wanting to start an archery thread and not actually knowing how archery works