A quick breather (Ms. Kassune)

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremy sat on the edge of a small cliff, looking out over the woods laid out before him. He needed time alone, and with it being so late, he knew it was highly unlikely that anyone would be out here. He was a little agitated at the days events, and needed some time to ponder. Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed the picture of his mother and father, fingers tenderly touching the image of his now-dead parents. Jeremy wasn't one to cry. Hell, he didn't even cry at birth. But something at that moment struck him and brought him closer to tears that he had ever been.

Still, he didn't cry.

Checking his watch, he sighed at the time. One-Thirty in the morning. Damn. He was gonna have trouble getting up for school. But he didn't leave. He kept sitting there, his memories of a better time coming to his mind in short bursts. He was angry. He didn't know why, but thinking of his parents always made him sad, then angry. Maybe because he knew they're death wasn't an accident. He threw his fist into the ground, leaving cracks along the dirt and cement.

He took a deep calming breath, and his anger eventually ceased. He wasn't in the least bit tired, so he stood, deciding to take a quick peek around the woods and see if there was anything to do.

[kassune]

After she had parted ways with the two boys, allowing them to go to bed to get some rest for the night, Micha continued with her wanderings. It certainly had been unusual. Two freshmen outside alone at night, one a reader and a swordsman, the other a musician. She had to supress a giggle at that one's hair, it stood out even more than her own, especially against the dark backdrop of the night.

The trees around her opened, and she saw a large young man sitting there on the edge of what appeared to be a cliff, hitting the dirt. ~My, tonight certainly is a busy one.~ she thought to herself as she stood there, leaning against the tree. Crossed her arms beneath her ample bust, she bent her leg up resting her right foot against the tree 6 inches up, a her legs exposed completely, the rest hidden only because of how tall he was.

As he turned to head into the woods, she smiled to him, the moonlight flickering in her beautiful green eyes, her red tresses framing her almost mythical face, her bosom heaving slightly with her smooth, even breathing. "So, what are you doing out so late?" She inquired, a concerned, casual tone to her voice, a caring teacher looking after a student it seemed.

As their eyes met, hers carrying the same feelings as her voice, she found her answer. There seemed to be alot of pain built up in this kid, pain that had haunted him for some time.

"I'll help if I can" she whispered softly, reassuringly, stepping away from the tree to approach him gracefully, her bare feet seeming to glide across the ground.

OOC: one little suggestion. Maybe cut back a little on the tough guy routine? Granted your character is a tough guy, but "Never cried, not even when he was born" just seems stupid you know? For one, how would he know if he had cried when he was born, and for two, what are the odds that someone could have never cried?

My personal suggestion, make it he had never cried since his parents died, have it have locked his emotions or something, you know? Same for his talent for ignoring pain, his constitution compared to his total really wouldn't give him anywhere close to the kind of freaky toughness you were demonstrating in that other thread. I know the character's here are extremely unusual and powerful, but that doesn't mean they should be completely unrealistic you know? (note the same could be said to her, but she's so much more powerful than you its easy for her to just throw out the "I'm tough enough it doesn't matter" response and alot more difficult for someone to debate against it)

[Jeremiah Sykes]

OOC(( tough guy routine is part of the plan i have for my character. Its basically a wall he's putting up, he acts tough to keep people away and from getting close to him. As for not crying since birth, i didn't cry when i was born. Neither did one of my close friends, so i think its pretty reasonable to make like he didnt...dont worry, hopefully, if things go right, he wont be staying in the hard shell he's in for an extended period. Also, as to the physical toughness, could someone really live from being thrown through a wall, or be hung from a ceiling by they're neck? Both are possible here. And i also explained that he would have a painful, baseball sized bruise from it within a few days. The immediate numbness is absolutly possible. Thats why he told her to point it at his head, because such a shot would most likely render him with a large amount of pain. Since she didnt even blink when shot in the temple, i think its pretty reasonable.The scraping of the nail on his chest? I don't think its too much to say that he could ignore that pain. It just barely broke the skin anyway, so much pain wouldn't be added to it. I purposely said he had the ability to block pain for that reason, so he could ignore minor injuries like that one. Don't worry, I'm not trying to play the invincible man here. And sorry for the book-long reply. )))

Jeremy turned, quickly stuffing the photo back into his jeans as the woman stepped out from the tree's. He hadn't even seen her, something which told him he must be a little more careful. He never usually missed someone who is hiding, so the distraction of his thoughts must've been strong indeed. He was a little interested, however, when she stated she could try and help him. Her? help him? He smiled a small smile, and gave her a calm look.

"Oh really. And how would you do that? you don't even know me."

His tone was polite, but it had a slightly hard edge to it as though he was against the idea, which, in a sense, he was. Part of him wouldn't mind the company, but he was afraid. Yes, Jeremy Sykes was afraid. He would never tell her that, but the fear that he could be hurt at someones loss like he was with his parents had turned him into a slightly colder individual, and divulging his life's secrets to a woman whose name he didn't even know wasn't on his priority list. Speaking of names...

"You got a name, beautiful?"

It may be somewhat cliche, or corny for him to say it, but he was old-fashioned, and liked those sorts of things. Who knew, maybe she would too.

[kassune]

Micha only smiled at his question, asking she could help him. That smooth, sultry smile, her sweet lips curling in response as she continued to gracefully glide towards him. As she drew near, she came to a stop a few feet away, far enough she could easily look into his eyes without strain, yet close enough to be "close."

"Yes, you could say I have a name. Its Micha. And what if I don't know you? That doesn't mean I can't help you. Everyone needs help now and then, just because your bigger doesn't make you any different from everybody else in that respect."

Leaning slightly backwards, she stretched, pulling her arms out behind her, her bosom very nearly popping out of her dress in the process, her crimson hair sliding back from her face to hang beside it to her shoulders.

Returning from the stretch, she smiled once more, a deeper, slightly more suggestive smile, one that promised possibilities, all the while creating the illusion of innocence. "Sometimes its only by being stretched beyond our comfort are we able to bring things into propper alignment in our lives. Maybe talking with people or getting close isn't easy for you, but maybe thats what makes it important."

As she spoke those words, simple yet eloquant, she flowed towards him, her body moving with her speach as though she hadn't moved at all, the curves of her body swaying in rhythm to what she said just so as to further empower the connection she was tying to him, drawing him in. By the time she had finished, she was standing right infront of him, her hands held out, taking them in her own. "What do you say? Isn't it worth a shot?"

OOC: yes, she is very well practiced at this lol. Its an art she's mastered to perfection.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Micha's movements weren't lost on Jeremy. Oh no, he caught every movement, every swaying of her body, every step that her small frame took. He had heard the words, but didn't really register them as she came closer. He blinked a few times. Now, if there was one thing that enticed Jeremiah Sykes more than anything, it was a beautiful woman. And, judging by the way she was acting, she fully intended to see just how "close" she could come. He opened his mouth to speak, the words he wanted to say there, at the tip of the tongue. 'why of course it is' And going with what she said in a heartbeat.

However, those words were only spoken mentally, just for a moment, then his expression went from slightly eager to a little confused. He closed his mouth, and looked down into the face of the woman before him. one thing caught his attention, grabbing out at his self-control. He opened his mouth to speak again, trying his best not to think about what was under her outfit.

"Why? Whats in it for you?" He raised an eyebrow "It cant just be for the sheer pleasure of my company. You havnt known me long enough to taste what kind of company i can give.So why so eager?"

He kept his eyes on her face, his mind screaming to look down. This woman seemed about his age, maybe a few years older, and she was damn good looking. One of his weaknesses, and one he has the hardest time overcoming. However, his overwhelming passion for the ladies was only equaled by his stubbornness to remain closed, both mentally and emotionally. And this woman here was pushing both the limits.

'Shit, i gotta try and keep control here...cmon Jeremy, Your stronger than this, don't let sexual attraction tear apart the wall you've built for yourself. Stay strong.' His mind was in turmoil, though his outer physical appearance showed nothing but a calm, cool, collected individual.

[kassune]

She smiled lightly, squeezing the massive hands hers rested within softly. "If you really must know, I care about my students and want to do whatever I can to see that their happy. If your struggling with something, I'm here to listen." That said, she gazed upward into his eyes, her lips parting slightly to reveal her pearly white teeth, glimmering in the moonlight, the position of her hands and movement of her body causing her left dress-strap to begin to slip.

"Now why don't we sit down and chat, relax a bit and get to know one another? What is there to lose?" She knew his responses. Perhaps he had a different motivation for them, but he wasn't acting much differently from how she had when she was young. Withdrawn and isolated, seeking to avoid close contact with others. If her hunch was right, she could do alot to help him, and perhaps... he could be of help to her as well.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremy's eyes stayed on hers, the movment of her body pulling at his attention. He couldnt resist, flicking his eyes quickly over her frame, his heart beat a little faster, and his blood boiled. A smile would crease across his face as he took his hands from hers, folding them across his massive chest and looking down at her. She was beautiful, and she knew it. Jeremy liked that. It would be unattractive if she voiced conciete, but being confident in your own looks was very appealing, and thats just what she was.

He spoke, his voice calm and passive.

"Tell you what. Im going for a walk, i been sitting for the past half hour. Your welcome to come. And even if i dont see why you want my company-" his eyes went to the strap at her left that was coming undone "-Its not like im going to fight it."

He stood, waiting for her reply, his blood aflame.