5 Jul 2018, 04:11
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Sebastian almost gagged.
The vomiting was too much, especially after everything else. The glass, the pain, the blood, and now vomit. And while the boy had been expecting a confrontation, he hadn't truly considered how depraved Erin could be; and the realization mildly confused him, as he considered how best to deal with her from that point onward. Clearly, she was willing to do almost anything to get what she wanted, which was effectively the same for Sebastian, and that meant the pair were basically an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object... and those kinds of confrontations never ended well, for any concerned.
The first lot of upchuck landed dangerously near the boy, spattering his shoes and pants, which caused him to back away with a sneer. From that point, Sebastian made sure to stay out of the girl's range, curling his nose at the grossness of it all. Erin certainly earned points for being able to play the victim, and that was basically confirmed when she continued speaking throughout her vomiting ordeal. Even as Erin spoke, calling Sebastian a pervert, and explaining how things would go, the Slytherin Prefect maintained distance, wand aimed.
Sebastian also grabbed his coat, removing it from the basin and tucking it under the arm he was using to put pressure on his neck, in order for the garment to avoid being vomited on. The cleaning of bile and blood would be costly, not to mention constantly thinking about what was on it, despite how clean it got would be off-putting. It was better to avoid anymore getting on him.
I can almost see her trying on the mask, Sebastian thought, as subtle expressions occurred around the heaving. Trying to find the expressions she needs to make her story work...
Granted, Sebastian had experience in wearing masks. It was how he operated in life, given he was quite emotionally distant and somewhat closed off. He was capable of some feeling, he believed, but was certainly an individual that was more logical than emotional. In that way, the pair were similar, because a lot of the things Erin was going through, Sebastian had done so in a different way; granted, the boy wasn't as blatant as the girl, especially in brute manipulation and severity of actions, and was far more subtle... which was something Erin needed to learn, in his opinion.
Approaching every situation with intent of maximum chaos is a bad thing, Sebastian continued to muse, around Erin's words. She was spouting more of her victim claims, more of the same tired manipulation game. She was very two dimensional in her planning, it seemed. She's too predictable in how unpredictable she is... everything she does is aimed at complete and utter ruin of a person. It's easy to manipulate that.
As it was, Sebastian had heard quite enough. His body ached, his wounds were still bleeding somewhat, and he was growing more concerned about the cuts on his neck. The Prefect was still surprised by the level of brutality contained within the - admittedly taller and stronger - girl, and wondered at how long she could possibly keep playing her games before the Professors began seeing the common link in all of the events happening to her.
"You're too dangerous and shortsighted for your own good," Sebastian muttered, as he looked down at Erin, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "You will be your own destruction... and you still don't see your own finger on the trigger, Erin. For all your planning, cunning and ability to play your games, you only play the one. I have an entire cupboard of games, and I switch between them easily and whenever I choose."
Obviously Sebastian had no fear of her claims. He had his own plans in motion, ones that would ruin Erin if he so decided, and it all depended on how she wanted to play the next round. Effectively, the Prefect had allowed Erin to determine her own fate, either submit or be impaled on her own sword... it would certainly be an interesting result, one Sebastian kind of hoped would see them play the game again, perhaps with Erin actually learning a thing or two beyond 'punch it in the face'.
"How this ends, is up to you," The Prefect sighed, as he reached the door to the bathroom, removing his bloody hand from his neck for a moment. He unlatched it, before he slowly pulled the door open, and reapplied pressure. "But now, I'm going to the nurse. I'll make sure to send her for you... maybe."
As he stepped out into the hallway, looking quite the mess, Sebastian glanced back over his shoulder and smirked.
"Because I've enjoyed this, I'll offer one piece of advice: Play your victim card at your own peril. If you do, it's over for you."
And without another word, Sebastian disappeared from view.
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Sebastian almost gagged.
The vomiting was too much, especially after everything else. The glass, the pain, the blood, and now vomit. And while the boy had been expecting a confrontation, he hadn't truly considered how depraved Erin could be; and the realization mildly confused him, as he considered how best to deal with her from that point onward. Clearly, she was willing to do almost anything to get what she wanted, which was effectively the same for Sebastian, and that meant the pair were basically an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object... and those kinds of confrontations never ended well, for any concerned.
The first lot of upchuck landed dangerously near the boy, spattering his shoes and pants, which caused him to back away with a sneer. From that point, Sebastian made sure to stay out of the girl's range, curling his nose at the grossness of it all. Erin certainly earned points for being able to play the victim, and that was basically confirmed when she continued speaking throughout her vomiting ordeal. Even as Erin spoke, calling Sebastian a pervert, and explaining how things would go, the Slytherin Prefect maintained distance, wand aimed.
Sebastian also grabbed his coat, removing it from the basin and tucking it under the arm he was using to put pressure on his neck, in order for the garment to avoid being vomited on. The cleaning of bile and blood would be costly, not to mention constantly thinking about what was on it, despite how clean it got would be off-putting. It was better to avoid anymore getting on him.
I can almost see her trying on the mask, Sebastian thought, as subtle expressions occurred around the heaving. Trying to find the expressions she needs to make her story work...
Granted, Sebastian had experience in wearing masks. It was how he operated in life, given he was quite emotionally distant and somewhat closed off. He was capable of some feeling, he believed, but was certainly an individual that was more logical than emotional. In that way, the pair were similar, because a lot of the things Erin was going through, Sebastian had done so in a different way; granted, the boy wasn't as blatant as the girl, especially in brute manipulation and severity of actions, and was far more subtle... which was something Erin needed to learn, in his opinion.
Approaching every situation with intent of maximum chaos is a bad thing, Sebastian continued to muse, around Erin's words. She was spouting more of her victim claims, more of the same tired manipulation game. She was very two dimensional in her planning, it seemed. She's too predictable in how unpredictable she is... everything she does is aimed at complete and utter ruin of a person. It's easy to manipulate that.
As it was, Sebastian had heard quite enough. His body ached, his wounds were still bleeding somewhat, and he was growing more concerned about the cuts on his neck. The Prefect was still surprised by the level of brutality contained within the - admittedly taller and stronger - girl, and wondered at how long she could possibly keep playing her games before the Professors began seeing the common link in all of the events happening to her.
"You're too dangerous and shortsighted for your own good," Sebastian muttered, as he looked down at Erin, his eyes cold and unfeeling. "You will be your own destruction... and you still don't see your own finger on the trigger, Erin. For all your planning, cunning and ability to play your games, you only play the one. I have an entire cupboard of games, and I switch between them easily and whenever I choose."
Obviously Sebastian had no fear of her claims. He had his own plans in motion, ones that would ruin Erin if he so decided, and it all depended on how she wanted to play the next round. Effectively, the Prefect had allowed Erin to determine her own fate, either submit or be impaled on her own sword... it would certainly be an interesting result, one Sebastian kind of hoped would see them play the game again, perhaps with Erin actually learning a thing or two beyond 'punch it in the face'.
"How this ends, is up to you," The Prefect sighed, as he reached the door to the bathroom, removing his bloody hand from his neck for a moment. He unlatched it, before he slowly pulled the door open, and reapplied pressure. "But now, I'm going to the nurse. I'll make sure to send her for you... maybe."
As he stepped out into the hallway, looking quite the mess, Sebastian glanced back over his shoulder and smirked.
"Because I've enjoyed this, I'll offer one piece of advice: Play your victim card at your own peril. If you do, it's over for you."
And without another word, Sebastian disappeared from view.
Sebastian leaves the thread.
Sebastian Leeds
Sta: 5 | Agi: 8 | Str: 1 | Con: 7 | Arc: 6 | Acc: 8
Sta: 5 | Agi: 8 | Str: 1 | Con: 7 | Arc: 6 | Acc: 8
5 Jul 2018, 05:23
You...
This would end their encounter, for now. She would remain hunched over, give him a tired look as he gave his monologue. As he left her with a bit of advice. He would leave, scaved no further. It was no longer necessary, she got what she NEEDED. She rarely got what she wanted but she wanted very little, but she wanted something right now: Leeds.
They were near identical, yet the complete opposite. There was no in-between. This being no exception, his pride limited him like Erin's brazen aggression. He would monologue and she would connive. She NEEDED to feel something to push back this sea of nothing. It was disassociating and monotonous. It was not the cruel nature associated with her deeds that she derrived passion from, but rather her ability to feel through proxy even if for a mere moment. She got nothing from Leeds, that was why she wanted him. Why she needed him. She was going to break him, shatter the boy beneath her heel.
He cared, even if it was a product of logic which she could appreciate. He cared about his reputation, how he was seen by others.
She would grimace, her body ached as she recovered a shard of filthy glass from the floor. "Not a peep, your terrible secret is... safe. I am too scared... no... intimidated is a better word." She would turn towards the sink still dry heaving as she cut the last buttons from her blouse and let them hit the floor. "No, ashamed. Confused. A bit of self-blame. I... brought this onto myself," she removed the torn and bloodied shirt and blouse. No worries, she was wearing an undershirt beneath, Leed's first time would still get to be his sister in the shower or his parents when they take a midday nap. She was washing it, or trying using the rusted water with suprising vigor. "I should have known better." She was practicing yet again, refining her story despite Leeds warning. Well, more accurately thanks to it.
There would be more than sadness and anger, pain and fear. Shame, regret, self blame. She looked at her face, mostly unmarked, just a few bruises but hair afright. She would replace her poorly washed blouse, trying it closed and blazer. She would run water through her hair, slicking it back. Splashed water on her face.
"Dont wait on my account," she studied her face. Her jaw quivered, her eyes still red. She fiddled with ber arms, trying to identify tbe right placement. "I will get there eventually."
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They were near identical, yet the complete opposite. There was no in-between. This being no exception, his pride limited him like Erin's brazen aggression. He would monologue and she would connive. She NEEDED to feel something to push back this sea of nothing. It was disassociating and monotonous. It was not the cruel nature associated with her deeds that she derrived passion from, but rather her ability to feel through proxy even if for a mere moment. She got nothing from Leeds, that was why she wanted him. Why she needed him. She was going to break him, shatter the boy beneath her heel.
He cared, even if it was a product of logic which she could appreciate. He cared about his reputation, how he was seen by others.
She would grimace, her body ached as she recovered a shard of filthy glass from the floor. "Not a peep, your terrible secret is... safe. I am too scared... no... intimidated is a better word." She would turn towards the sink still dry heaving as she cut the last buttons from her blouse and let them hit the floor. "No, ashamed. Confused. A bit of self-blame. I... brought this onto myself," she removed the torn and bloodied shirt and blouse. No worries, she was wearing an undershirt beneath, Leed's first time would still get to be his sister in the shower or his parents when they take a midday nap. She was washing it, or trying using the rusted water with suprising vigor. "I should have known better." She was practicing yet again, refining her story despite Leeds warning. Well, more accurately thanks to it.
There would be more than sadness and anger, pain and fear. Shame, regret, self blame. She looked at her face, mostly unmarked, just a few bruises but hair afright. She would replace her poorly washed blouse, trying it closed and blazer. She would run water through her hair, slicking it back. Splashed water on her face.
"Dont wait on my account," she studied her face. Her jaw quivered, her eyes still red. She fiddled with ber arms, trying to identify tbe right placement. "I will get there eventually."
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