welcome to paradise [sara]

[Asmodeus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]It was a gorgeous day outside, and Asmodeus wanted to enjoy every second of it. It was strange, adjusting to his new human-esque body. He was able to feel completely new sensations... which would make his own sin that much more enjoyable, among many, many other pleasures that he had in mind. There was a definite meeting in order for a few of his own kind to come together and wreak some havoc in the school. Perhaps throw a party of some sort? Alcohol needed to be involved, but that was a given. What else could there be? Music, drinking games... No matter what he thought of, it sounded good to him. In his musings, he realized that he had wandered into the school's courtyard. Blinking and glancing about, he saw the fountain shooting water into the sky in its center and a few benches positioned around it at a distance. The one thing that caught his attention, however, was a tiny animal on the ground. As he closed in on it, he saw that it was a bird that had landed to pick at grubs and whatnot. A smirk played on his lips as he held a hand out to the creature. "Come here," he muttered, voice smoother than the finest silk. The bird complied and hopped to his cupped palm. With the animal in hand, he slowly walked over to the fountain and took a seat on its edge. He dipped a free hand into the water and held it over the fountain to be sure that nothing splashed onto his perfect outfit. If it did, he knew that he would be furious for the rest of the day, but until that moment, he brought the water just close enough so the bird could drink from it. He was certain that any passers-by would see him as a modern prince or something of the sort which was, in fact, perfect. He needed someone to play with at the school.[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: place in some notes~;[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Sara Geneva]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000;][bg=C4C4C4][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/dfg9ja.jpg] And who do you think you are runnin' round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts words 404 tagged As music FAIRYTALE [sara bareillies] comments N/A Sara was in a rush, tripping over herself as she raced across the grass. She was going to be late for a meeting with her counselor if she didn’t hurry. Of course, she could always reschedule, but Sara was not one to willingly cause trouble or extra work for someone. Thus, she scrambled across the grounds of the academy, trying to fix up her hair a bit as she did so. She had left her dorm in such a hurry so she could get there on time after waking up late. ”Fudge nuggets!” she exclaimed angrily at herself as she glanced down at her watch. She was officially late for the meeting and the young woman felt considerably horrible about the situation. A quick glance to the right caught her attention and Sara did a double take of sorts. There was a young man sitting at the fountain, an extremely attractive young man. Sara hadn’t seen him before in school and squinted slightly so as to try and get a better look at him. This, however, was her downfall. So preoccupied with the stranger by the fountain with something in his hand, Sara wasn’t paying too much attention to her racing steps. In one fell swoop the dark-haired teen had caught her foot on something and was sent falling forward. She landed face down, a loud groan escaping her. ”Fudge nuggets…” she muttered to herself as she rolled over onto her back, careful to make sure her skirt kept everything covered. She laid there for a moment, spread out on her back and staring up at the bright sky, until she felt the initial shock of the fall slip away and she felt the slithering pain in her knee where she’d cut herself come seeping through her. She hissed slightly in annoyance, sitting up and pulling her knee to her. She glanced around and spotted the young man at the fountain. Raising her hand high, Sara called out to him. ”Excuse me!” she called out across the large expansion of lawn, ”but could you possibly come help me?” Sara was a tad embarrassed that she had fallen to the ground, but swallowing her pride she was able to allow for some assistance were this man to offer it. He had something in his hand, but Sara couldn’t really see what it was. It looked almost like a bird, but that was near impossible, right?

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[Asmodeus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]Asmodeus was indeed preoccupied by his new friend, but a small flash of dark that could only be a human running across the field caught his attention as well. Seeing the person made him immediately send out a small leak of his sin to the surrounding area, and within moments, he heard a thud behind him. His low laughter followed this, but he kept it contained to a sicker just in case she was able to hear him. It would be easier to make an excuse for that than full-blown laughter. This disturbed the small bird in his hand, but he quickly dropped the water back into the fountain and shook it dry (away from him, of course) before quietly shushing the animal and petting the top of its tiny head. Had she fallen because of him? The thought trickled into his mind and stroked his already-inflated ego. A tingle of satisfaction ran down his spine, and it was only intensified by hearing her voice ring out across the field and to his ears. His smile grew wider, and he strengthened the projection of his lust to its maximum range. Of course, it was weaker near the outer reaches, but once he was close enough, he was certain that it would be nearly impossible for her to not throw herself on him at that instant. He felt amazing just thinking of it. Asmodeus stood and placed his hand near his shoulder. Once the bird made a perch of it, he started slowly toward the girl as to not frighten the animal once more. He took his time, watching the girl all the while until he was standing five feet from her; half the power of his lust was reaching her at the moment. "You should be more careful. Gravity is strong in that spot," he said, amusement and obviously fake concern riddling his sweet words. "You may want to move before you trip again." He held out his hand, long pallid fingers extended toward her. "Need some help?

[/color]" Of course, it would be painful for her to move to him, but that accompanied by his projection was exactly what he wanted to see. Would his lust be enough to conquer that pain?[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: place in some notes~;[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN[/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Sara Geneva]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000;][bg=C4C4C4][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/dfg9ja.jpg] And who do you think you are runnin' round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts words 408 tagged As music MAYBE THIS TIME [glee] comments N/A As she watched the young man make his way over, something very peculiar came over Sara. Something not-so normal was creeping within her that only intensified as the man walked closer. She couldn’t place the reason why, but the dark-haired female had the immense urge to lunge at the poor boy. She felt herself becoming hot in the head and her heartrate picked up considerably with each step he took. She couldn’t account for such strong an attraction as she felt. It was damn near unbearable to say the least. She wanted to bolt up and race at him, something very unlike even the flirtatious and easily-loving Sara. In fact, were her leg no aching with pain, she may have very well done just that and made a fool of herself. When he spoke, Sara nearly melted right then and there. His voice was sweet as a gumdrop, with all the hardness of a rock hidden directly beneath the surface. There was something unnaturally alluring in his manner, in the way he held himself. Sara felt flustered and in a daze as her cheeks alighted a brilliant burgundy color at the sound of his voice. Though his voice was caramel-covered, his words were not. The joking tone and harsh words cut deep in a way that Sara was all-too familiar with, but it felt different this time. Her body wasn’t pained by his words, and instead lavished in his act of speaking to her. When offered his hand, Sara longed to move closer, to grasp his hand in her own and hoist herself up close to him, but she could not physically move without harming herself more. Instead, she lifted her arm slightly, her hand limply held out to him as an innocent, almost lost expression took over. ”I… I do,” she said, her voice smooth and soft as she dazed on. ”But… I can’t move that far. My leg… I would hurt to much.” Normally at this point, Sara would be her bubbly self, introducing herself and being as friendly as possible during the act of meeting someone new, but around this young man it seemed she was a completely different person. Already one who falls in love too easily, she had fallen for this man already and had hit her head on the way down apparently, because her mind was a frazzle with deliciously sinful thoughts. ”I’m Sara,” she said in that same way. ”You are?”

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[Asmodeus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : num; ♙tags: ppl; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]Asmodeus internally scoffed that she wouldn't bring herself toward him, but he supposed that maybe if he inched himself forward, her urges would become strong enough that... No. That would be pulling the trigger too soon. If he wanted to watch her squirm under his brilliant radiance, then the best thing to do would be to completely and utterly manipulate the poor human and bend her to his own demonic will. She would be his first victim here at this school, and he would hold tight to her suffering until he grew bored and allowed her to leave. Of course, it was never easy for humans to let go of their feelings, but all he would have to do is say a bundle of harsh words sprinkled with insults, make sure he wasn't projecting his lust too much, and she would be out the door and drowning in her tears in moments. Following through with the first steps of his plan, he moved closer to her, as he did so, he lowered the intensity of his sin in accordance to how far away he was. He kept the projection at a constant level so she would still feel his overpowering lust, but he would not release it all on her. Not just yet. He finally stopped in front of her and reached his hand back out, lithe fingers coiling around her warm wrist and, with a tug, he pulled the girl to her feet. "Valentine," he responded in a soft tone, gazing into her honey-colored eyes. "Valentine Lowell." It was painfully obvious how much she was reacting to him. Her reddened cheeks and glazed-over eyes were the only signs he needed to pick up on this, though she seemed much more relaxed than many of the other students he had encountered while not projecting anything at all. He was sure she could have melted or even fallen into his arms without a second thought, but the moment she did anything of the sort, he already had a plan of action ready: increase his sin once more. He knew that any physical contact was stimulating, and any time she touched him after this, he would do just that. To many humans, he supposed it would equate to that "spark" they cared about so much in relationships when, really, he was just tugging at the race's most carnal desire. It was a beautiful thing, really. They were so easy to manipulate.[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: place in some notes~;[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Sara Geneva]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000;][bg=C4C4C4][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/dfg9ja.jpg] And who do you think you are runnin' round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts words 485 tagged Asmodeus listening to I'M YOURS [jason mraz] comments N/A Sara watched the young man walk closer, each step making her heart beat a little faster. It was ridiculous how much power he had over her at that moment, ridiculous and scary. She felt the urge to run as fast as she could and as far away as she could being challenged by her longing to move closer, as close as possible actually. In almost too fast a motion for Sara to process, she felt his hand wrap around her wrist and pull her to her feet. She stood like this for a long moment, so close that she was almost against him. She feared what would happen should she move any closer and close that gape between them. His eyes were a brilliant shade, captivating her so fully that she missed his first utterance of his name and had to quickly listen in for the repetition. She wanted to take a step back, knowing how rude and possibly awkward such closeness was, but her feet refused to move. All she could do was stand there and stare, dumbfounded by her feelings. ”I’m Sara,” she said, her voice dazed and her gaze unwavering. ”Sara Geneva.” There are those moments when a person’s certain feelings at a moment overtake them and, though they know they are doing something stupid, they can’t stop doing it. Repeating her introduction of herself after his was one of those things. The moment she had uttered her name, Sara’s cheeks darkened to a deep crimson, blossoming from her suddenly mortified state. In a flash, her embarrassment taking precedence over her attraction, Sara pulled her hand away from his and stepped away, smacking her forehead lightly with her palm. She let out a little laugh, finding her current situation rather ironically humorous. She turned back to Valentine – my that name fit him so well – and smiled sweetly. ”Sorry about that,” she said, scratching the back of her head embarrassedly and glancing down at the ground momentarily. ”I guess I got a little flustered with you being all… uh…” she stopped short, catching herself before she uttered some embarrassing reference to his excessive attractiveness. ”Uh… I was flustered because I’d never seen you before. Which is strange because I know everyone in this school pretty much. Or at least, I think I do. Well, obviously I don’t since I don’t know you. Well I guess I know you now. I mean, well, I don’t know you, but I know your name and…” Again Sara stopped and let out an annoyed sigh at herself. ”Sorry,” she apologized again. ”I’m rambling, aren’t I?” The strange, unnaturally strong attraction was still there, urging her closer to the man, but it seemed like her other, also strong emotions of embarrassment had momentarily pulled her out of her stupor. Of course, should any exceptional contact come into effect, Sara didn’t know she would be able to help herself.

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[Asmodeus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 435; ♙tags: sara; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]It had only been a few moments since the two had met one another, and yet, this Sara's face was already redder than Satan's during one of his outbursts. As much as he wanted to laugh at this, he needed to keep his composure for the moment in order to reel this catch in. He had already cast his rod, and she had more than happily taken the bait. All he needed was some patience and a nice few tugs, then she would be completely under his influence. "Sara, hmm?" he muttered, cocking his head slightly as if he was actually interested in her name. It was a normal, boring name that had been used too many times through recent years, and he was even around when it first came into use. "'Sara.' It means 'princess,' right?" He let out a soft chuckle of false approval. "It suits you." As she began to get flustered, Asmodeus had to almost break character in order to keep himself together. If half of his influence did this to her, then there was no telling what she would do if he unleashed it all as was originally planned. He was quite pleased with himself, though, for making the decision he had. After all, the chase was half the fun, right? If she gave herself to him so willingly, it would be that much easier to dump her on the curb when he was through. He wouldn't get attached, of course, but a cat-and-mouse game was much more satisfying than having everything handed to him on a silver platter. But, oh, how he loved silver... Never mind that. Now wasn't the time to get sidetracked. Here was a human ripe for the picking, and he needed to take advantage of the moment. "Well," he mused, glancing lovingly at the tiny bird still perched on his shoulder, "I am new around here." He slowly held a finger to it and watched as it hopped from its perch and landed on him once more. With a soft swing, it took flight once more, and Asmodeus watched with genuine care as it fluttered away. It might be a good idea to use his shifting powers to turn himself into a bird soon just to mimic those beautiful wing strokes... focus. "Perhaps you could show me around when you have a moment, Sara," he said with a smirk forming on his pale lips. "And you don't have to worry about rambling around me. I quite enjoy it. It means that you're in tune with your emotions." And her emotions were exactly what he was manipulating.[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: poor sara...;[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Sara Geneva]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000;][bg=C4C4C4][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/dfg9ja.jpg] And who do you think you are runnin' round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts words 358 tagged Asmodeus listening to I AM THE WALRUS [beatles] comments Crap post is crap Had Sara been a more level-headed, less emotional person, perhaps she would’ve been a little cautious about this charming stranger before her. As it was, the young woman was neither of those things and thus felt no qualms in falling for Valentine’s charms. To her, he was a friendly, handsome guy who exuded sex appeal and was flirting with her. Big time. And being Sara, she was perfectly alright with flirting back, though she was being far less tactful than she usually was. ”Makes sense then,” she responded to his comment, grinning that winning smile of hers. She also watched as the bird, initially perched so delicately on his shoulder, spread its wings and flew away. It was a captivating sight to see, indeed, and Sara wondered silently how Valentine had been able to hold onto the bird for so long without it racing away as it had. Another mystery to add to so many others, I suppose. ”I would love to,” Sara replied to his hinting at a tour. She paused, though, thinking over his other comment about her rambling. She had never really considered herself “in tune” with her emotions. More likely, she was well-acquainted with them, seeing as they dictated all of her actions. ”I don’t know if I’d call it ‘in tune’, but thank you anyway.” Another pause. ”Oh! And I’m free now, if you want. I was supposed to go meet my counselor, but I’m already late. And my leg is feeling better.” Indeed, strangely enough, her leg where she had scraped it up was feeling much better. Of course, this may have been due to her preoccupation with this young man blocking out thoughts of physical pains. Glancing down, she swung her leg forward and back slowly, demonstrating how well it worked. There was still some redness to it and perhaps a little cut, but Sara couldn’t feel any extensive pain and she was confident that she could walk on it. ”What would you like to see first?” she questioned, smiling once more up at the young man at her side. ”That is… if you still want that tour right now…”

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[Asmodeus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 408; ♙tags: sara; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]Asmodeus was surprised, and it showed on his countenance. She was free at the moment? But she was just running and saw him, then tripped. He was certain that she had some place to go, but she was putting it aside to spend time with him. The excuse she made may have been valid, but it stroked his ego to believe that she was setting aside time for him when she had been in a hurry before. Like a beautiful roadblock that made everyone who glanced at it detour to the script printed on its front. As a "treat" of sorts, he increased the exertion of his sin just enough to make a difference. He gave a chuckle at her bright response. It would be so satisfying to watch that smile shatter. "I'd love to take a tour with you, Miss Sara," he said semi-mockingly and beginning the trek himself toward the front doors. "I'm not sure... what's interesting around here?" he asked, surveying the area. As warm as the sunlight was, being in tighter quarters would be much more suited to his sin, especially if there were other people around. That would give him plenty of chances to "accidentally" bump into her and send a wave of pure lust through her body and watch as onlookers squirm under the influence of his aura. He could use this time to scope out more potential victims and hopefully find a few attractive ones so he wouldn't get bored. Human life was dull, after all, compared to life in his demonic form. Honestly, he couldn't care less about the school or what was in it (other than the students to be corrupted and the angels who he needed to study), so the answer from Sara didn't exactly matter. He didn't care whether she took him to her dorm or the lunchroom--it wouldn't phase him. But, still, she seemed to have an oddly strong attraction to him. Perhaps he was one of her main influences? Of course all demons and angels could exert their sins or virtues on any human, but many were prone to feel certain ones over others. Out of curiosity, he glanced toward her and smiled. "So, tell me about yourself, Sara. What do you want to study for? What do you do on the weekends? For fun?" Knowing any of these could greatly help him further this new "research" that he had taken an interest to.[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: psh~ i liked it. <3;[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN

[Sara Geneva]

[atrb=style,border: 2px solid #000000;][bg=C4C4C4][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background, i56.tinypic.com/dfg9ja.jpg] And who do you think you are runnin' round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts words 442 tagged Asmodeus music FAIRYTALE [sara bareillies] comments N/A Sara alighted in a brilliantly bright and warm smile as he accepted her offer of an immediate tour. She walked at his side, close enough that she felt giddy, but not close enough for the two to be touching, and the two made their way to the front doors. It was a bit of a disappointment to be going into the confines of the academy’s building when there was fresh air and brightness outside, but Sara had promised to give him a tour and if there was one thing she never went back on, it was a promise. She contemplated just where to take him, not particularly keen on what places one would consider “interesting.” Sara had a deep infatuation with the commons area, the grounds, and the cafeteria, mostly because she was able to meet a lot of people there, but besides that it was a pretty ordinary school to say the least. ”I’m not sure I’d call anywhere really interesting…” she mumbled quietly to herself, her brow furrowing in thought as she contemplated where exactly to show around her new companion. His question sparked even more thought as the young woman considered how to respond. She couldn’t tell whether he was being flirtatious or just curious and she glanced sidelong at him in an attempt to read his expression. Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to get much from him. He had a very keen skill in keeping his emotions locked away, something Sara distinctly envied in others, she being an emotional wreck most of the time. ”I’m not sure what exactly there is to tell,” she replied earnestly, chuckling lightly and shrugging a bit. ”I have on idea what I want to do with my life, I don’t have any real talents I guess. I like to bake sometimes whenever I have the time to and I read if a particular book catches my attention. I guess I just mainly like to be around people.” A soft smile graced her features then as she silently reminisced about all of the times she had spent with her friends she’d met at the academy. ”I love to see people smile,” she went on, her tone softer as she continued to bear that small, happy smile and gaze off into her thoughts. ”It’s nice to know that I’ve made that person happy, you know? I love being around people and having fun. It makes life so much more bearable I guess.” She paused here, blushing a deep crimson as her brow furrowed again and she glanced over at her companion. ”Sorry, I was rambling again. What about you? What do you do for fun?”

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[Asmodeus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]blew down the doors to let me in[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]shattered windows[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]and the sounds of drums[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]people couldn't believe what I'd become[/style] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 407; ♙tags: sara; ♙lyrics: viva la vida by coldplay;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 447px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;]As Sara listed off her likes and hobbies, Asmodeus felt a twinge of disappointment. She sounded more like something an angel would take under its wing, and it nearly made him gag. Nothing that came from her lips would directly point to a lustful personality, but he was certain that saying anything along the lines of "I've had more boyfriends than I can remember" or "My favorite position is ___" would be inappropriate for a stranger's ears. He made sure to keep this in the back of his mind and continue watching for any signs of interest directed towards him. If she gave him any signals, that was reason enough to believe that the sin had strong influence over her. After all, he was one of the embodiments of lust. As the two walked down the halls, Asmodeus mulled over his own question reflected back at him. "Well," he muttered, actually giving this some thought, "the rambling is fine. At least you know how to answer." Fun. What exactly was "fun"? He had never really thought about it. What did he enjoy doing? Well, that was easy. Sex--and a lot of it. He also loved tormenting others and watching them suffer while laughing all the while. He wanted desperately to collect glimmering trinkets (and some of these included crosses, which seemed ironic), but he wasn't sure if Mammon would like waking up to the entire room cluttered with precious metals. His roommate was an archdemon of gluttony, though, so it was possible that he wouldn't mind too much. On the other hand, he was certain that telling this human these things wouldn't get him any closer to his goal besides his fascination with shiny objects, but that wasn't exactly relevant. She had seen him with the bird, though, so that was a start. "I do love animals," he said, turning to Sara with a matter-of-fact look. "I also like being in groups, but I suppose that I would rather be in a close, intimate setting if I'm with someone close. I also like playing pranks and fashion. Other than that, I'm not really sure what I like." It didn't bother him too much to not know what his hobbies where. The main thing he concerned himself with was making sure that his needs were met, and as far as he was concerned, any and every human was the right target for him.[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: sorry that it's so short--i'm so tired... v_v;[/style]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN