Joelle Morte
Demigod
Daughter of Hades
...With every Life, theres always Death...
Posts: 16
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Post by Joelle Morte on Mar 12, 2011 13:24:32 GMT -7
Joelle couldn't help but smile when Kellan did, he just had that type of personality that was so addictingly wonderful. He just radiated positivity like a light bulb, and she could actually start to feel it now that she was close enough to him. It was faint but enough to make her mood jump a few steps upward. She felt herself grin a little wider but not just because of his influence on her but because she genuinely wanted to. He motioned for her to follow him and she did just that, not really paying attention to his slight hesitation. They looped around the corner as they stepped outside the huge door and into the hallway, she tried to stay in pace with him so that he didn't fly ahead- which she did on occasion.
Now that they were out of the filled room she could fee a jolt of happiness shoot straight through her, her arm scraped against a wall and she could have swore it felt good. He as like an E pill, this guy was seriously like an ecstacy pill. This thought made her wonder if he was influencing her serotonin just like one and wondered if later shed turn into what some e-users liked to call an 'E-tard'. Joe knew a lot about drugs, she couldn't help her curiosity and having to be around her llama mother and her pony of a stepfather lead her trouble-filled life even further down that negative path.
She had taken every... mindbending pharmaceutical there was, except what she considered horrible ones, like meth or heroin. A lot of e pills though had a small percentage of meth in them but she didn't really consider it. People misunderstood her though, and never thought about the reasons of why shed do such things. Joelle pushed all her thoughts about drugs away, realizing that this entire time they hadn't said a word to each other. She felt herself chewing on her bottom lip cause it felt good and quickly stopped, wishing she had her rave-binky. Yes that did sound weird, and yes it was, but it prevented you from waking up the next day with a shredded lip and sore teeth.
Her hand itched at her side as they walked, she was wondering about his own hands- wondering if they were soft and smooth. Suddenly but subtly, Joe brushed her hand against his- trying unsuccessfully to prevent her lips from becoming a huge grin. Instead she decided to kill the increase of silence that was making her a bit jumpy, "So do you like being a child of Hedone?.. Any benefits from that? like.. inheriting a mansion.. or a corner of the sidewalk or something..?" Joelle knew quite a bit about Hedone surprisingly, being one of the victims of her influence at one point or another.
At the time she had been walking down the border of Brooklyn when she fluttered out of no where and started complimenting Joe on the turtletail dress she had been wearing at the time. She didn't fall for it though and quickly flicked the Goddess on the nose so to speak, telling her about who's kid she was. Which shot down the goddesses hopes for any sort of a I must go! My people needs me, making her slightly bitter with Joelle. It wasn't shocking actually, she tended to piss off a lot of the gods and goddesses because of her heritage. She looked on the bright side of it though, At least I don't have to deal with them getting in my way.
She smiled a bit at this thought, but quickly wondered if she should tell Kellan about her small meeting with his mother. Feeling the jolt of happiness that was once brightly there disintegrate like a moth to the flame. She knew it wasn't him though, it was her own doing. She had a way of doing that, switching off her emotions like a light switch. She didn't want to hurt Kellans' feelings, especially if they had good intentions about his mom. A fleeting memory of her mom saying something about saying hi to her kid floated into her thoughts and she hastily slipped her fingers through his and entwined them. Pulling him into the opposite direction they were going and into a small area that was darkly lit between two buildings- subconsciously noting that it was the Arena."I.. have something I need to tell you.." she said hesitantly before fluttering into her explanation of their meeting. Ending with an, "and she said to say hi... and I'm really really sorry.. and I really like you.. and... and..." she found herself frowning down at herself, retreating her eyes to the floor of the small ally.
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Word Count: 821 Mood: Eh.. Muse: Apologetic Notes: I hope it's okay that i used Hedone in this post, :3 if not i'll change it. I just couldn't think of anything and thought it might be a cool idea if Hedone had tried her effects on Joetwist my nipples.
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Post by kellan on Mar 13, 2011 23:53:19 GMT -7
Kellan sputtered like a gutter. Realizing it wasn't clear if it was out of anger or laughter, he threw in a few genuine chuckles. She had refused his mother, the goddess of pleasure?!
Most people he met who had met his mother, mortal or otherwise, had stories going along the lines of, 'I met your mother and we had a nice evening... talking all night.'
Yeah, right. Because Pleasure likes to talk knitting patterns. Hedone had certainly slept around, and left him a legacy to compete with and compare himself to her, but he wasn't interested. For one, he kept to the girls, and secondly, one STD and he was over.
Although, there was probably some enchanted condom the people here used... he wouldn't put it past 'em. That wsn't to say he was a complete virgin, but he was no slut, and he didn't feel pressured to become one.
A boy who could make a girl happy just by poking her in the shoulder didn't need meaningless sex.
He refocused on the other things she had said, away from confusing questions about his morality and life decisions.
She liked him. That was all that mattered from the moment the thought travelled through his mind. He liked her, she liked him. Of course, they'd known each other for a full twenty minutes, (and dimly, he realized he might just be a slut, but he didn't care if this is what it meant) but he leaned in, partly to catch her gaze, to tell her it was alright she'd met his mother.
Of course, the other part was to kiss her, and to reaffirm his grip on the ally wall behind her.
OoC: PErfect plotline, BTW... fits right in with what I'd thought of Hedone! xD
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Joelle Morte
Demigod
Daughter of Hades
...With every Life, theres always Death...
Posts: 16
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Post by Joelle Morte on Mar 14, 2011 2:35:35 GMT -7
Joelle found herself yet again surprised at his reaction, at one point she was glowering at the ground thinking he was gonna be disappointed with her (for what she didn't know but she assumed disappointment)- and in the next instant he was laughing and sputtering incredulously. She peered up from her floor-glare to see this astonishing reaction, her lips twitching a little at the corners in happiness that he wasn't angry.
Finally lifting her head all the way to see the full view and register that he wasn't being sarcastic or anything. Subconsciously Joelle had had her brows raised a little in surprise, but not at him but more at herself- for being surprised. She usually never had that emotion more then once a week let alone a day, but this guy was something else. He managed to turn every assumption she had of him into the opposite direction. It was quite intriguing actually, and seemed to ketch her interest. Even if she had only known him for the short of twenty minutes.
Absently Joe wondered if he was anything like his mother, in the.. sensual sense she meant. Obviously he didn't strut corners or alleyways but he could very well get around a lot more then the average demigod. Which in hypothetical terms was quite a lot compared to the demigods at this school. His personality said differently though, and if he was like his mother then he possibly would have taken up her offer when they were discussing the loss of her glow in the dark sock. She felt her lip twitch at that and turned to look up at him. She could feel a little bit of a ghost sensation of what once was a strong feeling of want. It was slightly building and she wondered if that meant anything for him.
With all these thoughts she realized only a minute had gone by. She turned to fully face him with her back to the ally wall, seeing it as perfect timing because he had leaned closer to her. He caught her gaze and said something that seemed to float away with whatever her last thought was because now all her thoughts were gone. Her attention had been averted to him and only him, his arms had fallen to each side of her, braced against the wall. His lips were so close that her eyes zeroed in on them, flicking up to his gaze and back. She couldn't even think about how much she wanted to feel them or taste them before they were suddenly there.. warm and inviting.
She felt herself melt and mold into him so willingly, slipping her fingers and curling them threw his hair. Pressing herself against him ever so softly as not to rush into anything, enjoying every small moment of it. The smell of his cologne, or the sweet taste of lips, she let her tongue caress his bottom lip in curiosity. Smiling a little into the kiss before sealing it and pulling slightly way. Joelle could feel her heart slightly pounding in her chest and chose to try and level her breathing. Taking slower, longer breaths as she opened her hazel eyes to look at his.
She felt her mouth open a little to say something but quickly shut it, leaning up to give him a smaller kiss then before. Her lips turning into a content grin when she pulled back. It was hard to describe the feeling that she had at that moment, so many of them seemed to flutter across her demeanor like a picture movie in her head. Happiness, excitement, increased curiosity, wonder, wanting and some others. They all seemed to combine into the little grin she had placed across her full lips. "You're way to happy for you're own good.." She whispered absently, still trying unsuccessfully to prevent from smiling.
"So.. if your good in bed, you think your good at fighting?" her curiosity had gotten the better of her. They were in the arena... area, so why not test his skills on the field rather then in the bedroom? Joelle was an excellent fighter, and if she was considering liking this guy then she wanted to know if he could stick up for himself.
She felt a smirk play across her features and caressed her fingertips from just above his temple to the front of his jawline. Using her pointer finger to slip across his bottom lip as she spoke, "Or are you gonna say your more of a lover then a fighter.." She said pulling him closer to her with the same hand by the edge of his shirt; tracing little patterns on his hand with the other.
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Word Count: 827 Muse: mmhmm Mood: very good ^^ Notes: Haha xD psychic.. sorry i write long posts x] can't help it..
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Post by kellan on Mar 15, 2011 6:00:50 GMT -7
Kellan shrugged. He didn't want to disappoint her, but who needed fighting when you could make your enemies fall to the ground with so much pleasure it tickled?
He put his hand in his pocket, shifting his pants around/ Yep, the blood had definitely gone south, and it was almost disappointing she wanted to do the one thing he was useless at. Still, he would try.
"Well, I'm more of the type who would distract the army... I mean, I can make them so happy they don't even want to lift their swords, but killing them? I mean, I can stab someone as well as the next guy..."
He pulled out his dagger, a key that turned to a Celestial Bronze dagger if rubbed by Kellan's finger. Ha! Only his mom would make a dagger that had to be rubbed.
He didn't know how he felt about fighting her, though. How could someone go from holding hands, to kissing, to kissing, to sparring?
"I'm afraid I haven't really done this before. Are we allowed to use our powers?" He knew he could (by special permission) use his powers anywhere in the school, due to the fact that they couldn't turn off, but he could augment them, direct them at Joe and her only...
Would his abilities work on an army of the dead? Was Joelle a necromancer? He doubted it, and didn't know enough about fighting to say if it was fair or not to make skeletons fight for you... but what were her other powers, than?
Earth-related ones, certainly; opening up chasms, perhaps toxic gas, invisibility maybe. Those, he was fine with her using; his happy bolt worked on the unseeable, surely.
If she got him, however? Held him in a bear hug, or held a blade to his throat, or got even remotely close, he was as good as gone.
Words: 328 Muse: Coming and going Notes: I simply cannot match the post above... AWESOME!
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Joelle Morte
Demigod
Daughter of Hades
...With every Life, theres always Death...
Posts: 16
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Post by Joelle Morte on Mar 15, 2011 9:39:35 GMT -7
Joe kept her eyes on his face to prevent from further seducing him, she knew that her sensual magic had worked on him because of how he had moved his hands into his pockets. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she listened to him and nodded when he said he was more of a distraction rather then the actual fighter. "I'm afraid I haven't really done this before. Are we allowed to use our powers?" Her lips turned into a wide grin at that question, knowing very well that he would be able to turn her into a puddle of happiness if he knew where she was. "Yes, we are allowed to use our powers.. but i kind of think that mine range to the far extremes so i'll minimize the list" she said with a slight giggle. Joelle found that she was able to do quite a lot with her powers, but of course he would have to see some of them first hand before she did anything. Snapping her fingers, she watched as her twin stygian iron isis daggers appeared in each of her hands, sharpened to perfection and glowing a dark black which signified that her enemy was near and that she could be in danger. She mentally laughed at that one, snapping her fingers again as her black and red stiletos suddenly turned into converse, reducing her hieght to 5'9" and making her two inches shorter then she once was. She decided that she didn't actually want to use her daggers, she didn't want to fight really- just to kind of mess with him a little in that loveable teasing way so instead she snapped her fingers once again, watching as they dissapeared. Stepping on her tippy toes she kissed him once again, giving him a reasuring smile, "Don't worry, i'll go easy on you.." she said with a giggle, winking before she suddenly shadow-traveled away and disapeared from sight, leaving a black-smokey like fissure in her place. She kind of thought of shadow traveling like that comic book X-men, with Nightcrawler and how he could like teleport wherever and whenever he pleased. Hers was more subtler though, didn't make noise, and instead was used just like the name said- with shadows. Most people would probably think of the solution of 'oh well then go somewhere where there arnt shadows! duh!' but they never really thought that joe had that flaw covered, she could create her own shadows out of nothing- even if they were in bright light. Joelle shadowtraveled behind Kellan, sneaking up behind him and kissing the crook of his neck "Gotcha!" she whispered before disapearing once again. "I said i'd go easy so i thought it might be better if i just tease you a little.. hehe" she spoke softly into a shadowed area, making it so that it sounded like it was coming from everywhere rather then just one spot. "Sides, i dont think i have the courage or motivation to fight anyone i like.." she spoke just before traveling to the spot right in front of Kellan, kissing his nose. "gotcha again.." she giggled innocently, wondering what the real point of all that was. Joe guessed it was just kind of a test to see if hed actually fight or if hed say no. Either way she didn't really care, she was just glad he didn't try to attack her when she was caught off gaurd. ~~ Word Count: 641 Muse: giggle ;D Mood: giggly ;D Notes: xD s'okay x], my muse has been kinda off lately but i think its cause im tired x] Pic of the Daggers: www.loveleaf.net/ts/image/UC1142_l.jpg
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Post by kellan on Mar 16, 2011 11:07:59 GMT -7
Kellan smiled after the second kiss, and thought. This scene had happened, he'd seen it. It was like the Black guy from X-Men: Wolverine. She would teleport and teleport, and he would never get her, not that he wanted to hurt Joelle.
So what, then? He could easily begin stabbing random places, but who knew if it was going to be a nick on the arm or a stab to the heart?
He might seriously hurt her if he begun waving around blades.
She was using her powers, now, teleporting this way and that. He saw something, on the ground; a shadow, appearing a split-second before she did. Shadow-travelling, literally.
He paused, his breathing going less and less, until he was completely relaxed, yet ready for his chance. There would be only one shot at this, before she guessed his intentions and it was all over.
When she appeared in range, he upped his happy beam, making it directional and at her. It wasn't his normal stuff, but something strong enough to easily knock her off her feet, maybe even give her an orgasm as a side-effect. Ooh, that might be awkward.
This was serious stuff; ten of these in a row, and she might become addicted to them, depending on her personality. Luckily, he would only have to do one, he could feel it, leaving traces of ecstasy in his mind as it fled to hers, and made its mark.
He walked towards her now, ready to catch her if she fell over, and ready to wipe her mouth if she began to drool or something.
Words: 273 Muse: Happiness and joy
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