<span style='color:red'>*Warning, Adult Content, May Offend Some*</span> Name: Cube (His real name is not used) Purpose: He is a badass, who smokes, does drugs, drinks like crazy, and swears...he's makin' a gang with his roomies so ya'll join if you like. Oh and I was so eager to post this that he hasn't got accepted yet but prolly will tomorrow lol. Have fun =] Clothing: Leather, LEATHER and LeAtHeR...He is wearing a guess what...LEATHER lol jacket with the words Sprayin'it in yo face in red. Undernieth is a black shirt. He is wearing tight leather pants. Date: 41, Tria, 81378 Cube spat on the ground. New places pissed him off, like everything else. He lit up a ciggarette, taking the ocasional puff. He looked at the crappy carpet on the floor, crushing it out of spite. Spite for the crappy janitors who never cleaned it. He looked at his room. Sad. It wouldn't take long to trash. Man, he needed to hook up some roomies to join his gang. He looked inside his bag, taking out a warm beer. He popped the cap on the crappy table the school provided him, chipping the paint. He got up and opened his door. Maybe then someone would know his room was damn empty. Maybe a chick would move in. He could always use some sex. He laughed a little, taking a sip of his beer. Or some wussie who he could boss around. Naw, man what he needed now was a friend to help him spray paint all the walls in town. Now that would be fun. <span style='color:red'> "Ah, damn I need some of thoughs good times"</span> he said sighing a little. He hadn't had any since he got out of jail. Man, his girlfriend was so pissed that she dumped him. Yeah, he really did need a chick. He looked around the room a little, finding a really crappy t.v. He hooked it up and turned it on. Yes, illigal cable was always great. He turned it on, waiting patiently for someone to come on in.
Myrwynn' inez crept down the halls, trying to avoid being seen by anyone of athourity. As she slunk along, her teeth worried at the butt of the cigarette stuck between her lips. Her colorless orbs peeked out from under her beanie, glaring at the few students in the hall who looked at her too long. The last thing she needed was to be caught skipping classes. Normally she Myr wouldn't have give fuck wheither or not she got caught, but she really didn't feel like dealing with the uptight grader-sheep that ran the school. Her friends were all in classes, none of them wanted to risk detention or suspension to hang with her. Suddenly the distinctive sound of footfalls rang down the hallway behind her. One of the mindless preps identified the approaching pendragon with a loud "Hello principal Dremori" Myr's eyes darted furiously around the hallway, and settled on an open door accross the hall. She darted inside the doorway, and half closed the door. She peeked out intot he hallway, and was disguisted to see the principal stalk by, followed by a small gathering of butt kissers. Myr had to resist the urge to spit at them, nothing pissed her off more than a preppy student. Satistfied the coast was clear, she swung the door back open, and took the oppotunity to take in her surroundings. A male pendragon sat inside of the dorm, apparently watching tv. For lack of anything else to do, and a little out of sheer curiousity, she stepped towards him. She leaned forward, crossing her arms across her chest. With a sly smile she plucked the cig from her mouth and exhaled a small cloud of smoke. <span style='color:purple'>"Well hiya hun,"</span> she said quietly, <span style='color:purple'>"What's a nice boy like you doing all on his lonesome in this lovely little shit hole?"</span>
He smiled.<span style='color:red'> "Just watching some shitty illegal cable"</span> he said blowing smoke out of his mouth, from the cig he had just lit. He looked at the girl. Damn she was hot. He was lucky to be in this shit hole, maybe he could get somewhere with here. Somewhere hot. <span style='color:red'>"So what's a fuckin' pretty chick like yourself doing here?"</span> he asked. He motioned for her to come in.
Myr rolled her cigarette between her fingers and played with her tongue piercings. <span style='color:purple'>"Oh, nothin' much hun, just enjoying the view." </span>she murmered, her gaze looking him over from head to toe. She walked over and leaned on the desk. <span style='color:purple'>"You new here, or have you just been hiding from me?"</span> she asked innocently, pouting slighty. One clawed finger picked at the chipped paint of the desk, and her tail swished back and forth along the cheap carpeting.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Here's his profile; http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?act=ST&f=25&t=2488http://shadowlack.com/forums/index ... =25&t=2488</a></td></tr></table> He smiled. <span style='color:red'>"New here, been in jail for the past 3 fuckin' years...damn police, think they own the damn steets..."</span>. He grinned. He needed to get laid, badly.
<span style='color:purple'>"What a shame, what'd you do to get them so riled up hun?"</span> Myr asked. She reached over and traced the tattoo on the side of his neck. <span style='color:purple'>"And I'm loving that tattoo."</span>
He grinned as she traced his tattoo.<span style='color:red'> "Sprayin' all the streets with my gang"</span> he said, <span style='color:red'>"Guess it just pissed them off". </span>He ran his hand down her arm in a very sexy way.<span style='color:red'> "You got any tattoo'z?" </span> he asked. He took a sip from his beer, then burned his cig out on his arm. Cube removed his shirt, reveiling his other tattoo's, and his well built body.
<span style='color:purple'>"They must have been pretty fucking pissed to have put you away for that long 'cause of a lil' vandalism, hm?"</span> she muttered, inspecting his now bare chest. With the tiniest of grins, Myr shrugged her jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the desk. Her dark scales reflected the lights, each individual scale glowing with it's own strange rainbow. She pushed the jacket to the side and took another puff from her cig. Myr leaned closer tot he male pendragon, and exhaled the smoke slowly. "Got a name hun?" she asked quietly, cocking an eyebrow. <span style='color:purple'>"And of course I have some ink hun, I'd be a pretty poor tattoo artist if I didn't have a few tats here and there." </span>she turned around and pulled up the hem on her shirt, reveiling the various tattoo's that swirled on her back and shoulders, following her spine from the base of her neck, to where it disappeared under her shirt, only to reappear where he had pulled the cloth up and then dissappear back under her jeans. <span style='color:purple'>"What'da yeh think of them hun?"</span> she said, smiling at him over her shoulder.
He grinned. <span style='color:red'>"There hot". </span> He smiled. <span style='color:red'>"Well this isn't my first offence...kinda broke one of em's arms...and spat on the commander, but who cares, i'm out now...and back on the streets" </span>he said smiling. He looked at her eyes and stuck out his hand.<span style='color:red'> "Names Cube, need a dorm to stay in?" </span> he asked. He stuck his toung out and took a sip of his beer.
Myr tured around pulling her shirt back down and accepted the hand, giving it a small shake. <span style='color:purple'>"My names Myrwynn' inez, but please call me Myr, all my friends do."</span> she smiled at him. Hmm, I'm not surprised you could break someones arm." she said in a sultry tone, reaching out to caress one of his biceps. <span style='color:purple'>"Now that you mention it hun, I actually am lookin' for a place to crash."</span> she sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. <span style='color:purple'>"My damn roomie, Tes, went apeshit because he found pot under my bed." </span>she sighed, <span style='color:purple'>"He can be such a total priss."</span> She glanced at the door, <span style='color:purple'>"I need a place to hang for a while, until he cools off. The last thing I need to to get busted 'cause of a few fucking drugs." </span>
He grinned.<span style='color:red'> "Well you can crash here, ma lady, just pick one of the beds". </span> <span style='color:red'>"Besides, I smoke pot all da time" </span> he said pulling a joint out of his pocket. <span style='color:red'>"And no cop is takin' me back too jail anytime soon"</span> he said laughing. He lit up the joint and took a puff, getting up too shut the door, then sitting back down next to Myr.
<span style='color:purple'>"You're too kind good sir."</span> Myr giggled. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder, giving him her best sad puppy look. <span style='color:purple'>"Think I could have a drag hun?" </span>she asked, "<span style='color:purple'>It's been days since I've had a good puff o' weed." </span>she muttered into his ear. Her arm snaked around behind them, dragging her claws lightly accross his back, before slinging it casually around his shoulders. <span style='color:purple'>"Pleeeeeeeeease?"</span>
He grinned. Man, she was turning him on, a lot. He handed her one of his joints. <span style='color:red'>"Grew em' myself". </span>. He put his arm around her and took a sip from his beer. <span style='color:red'>"So, you wanna have some fun?" </span> he asked. He pulled out a few cans of spray paint from his bag.
Myr accepted the joint, leaning her full weight against Cube. She ground her cigarete against the tabletop, leaving a small burn in the beat up paint job. She blinked once, and a small, curling whisp of smoke curled up from the end of the joint. She placed the unlit end in her mouth and inhaled deeply. Myr groaned and relaxed, <span style='color:purple'>"Mmm...thanks hun."</span> Her eyes closed slightly and a smile played accross her lips. <span style='color:purple'>"I could go for a little fun right now hun," </span>she said, taking another drag, <span style='color:purple'>"My days been fucking boring as hell."</span>
He smiled. <span style='color:red'>"What do you want to do then?"</span> he asked. He placed his hand on her leg. His heart was racing, it had been a long time since he had seen a chick, or had "relations" with one. He looked at the spray paint on the table, would come in handy for sprayin the teachers lounge, but not for what he wanted now.
Myr smiled, dragging a finger down Cube's chest, <span style='color:purple'>"Depends," </span>she purred, <span style='color:purple'>"What do you wanna do hun?"</span> The arm around his shoulders tightened slightly, pulling her closer to him. <span style='color:purple'>"It's aaaaaaaall up to you..."</span> she cooed in his ear. Myr sat back slightly and took a small puff from her joint, blowing the strange smelling smoke into small rings in the air. She grinned suggestivly at the male beside her, eyes half hidden by her hair.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Can I join the ALT's later lol? </td></tr></table> He grinned and removed his leather pants, revealing his well built body to it's fullest.<span style='color:red'> "Mmm well I'd like to see what you got" </span>he said to her, grinning. He began kissing her, up and down her neck and face. He ran his arm down her shoulder.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> XD Sure, I plan on starting a thread soon, I'll let you know when it's up</td></tr></table> Myr stepped away from the table, and moved to stand infront of Cube. She wrapped her arms around his neck and practically purred in delight. She worked at kicking off her heavy boots and jeans, and soon enough they hit the floor with a heavy clunk. She nibbled at the lower edge of his ear. running her hands along his back, marvelling at the strang muscles that moved beneith her fingers.
He wrapped his body around hers, running his hands along her back. He kissed her, pasionitly and slow, then fast.
Myr responded by moaning quietly into his mouth. She leaned in closer, her hands clenching at his shoulders. She pulled back for a moment to catch her breath.
