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Post by HYERIN PARK on Mar 17, 2017 9:22:15 GMT -5
[attr="class","afbase"] [attr="class","aftop"] [attr="class","aficon"] [attr="class","afboxbase"] sugar free ♡ [attr="class","afbox"]Fluidity. Subtle yet sultry. Give a little, but allow the mind to wander for the rest. The female nodded, looking back at her reflection in the rehearsal room's mirror. The outfit she chose to practice in was rather scandalous in nature, and of course, she loved it. Instead of having her hair tied into it's usual high ponytail, Hyerin allowed it freedom and wore it down. The trestles of pink curled against her shoulder blades while two strands of her hair curled and rested against her jaw line in frontal view. And although her hair was left to be free and one with the wind, it was the outfit she adorned that threw it all together. A long and some-what over-sized cream colored long sleeved drop shoulder sweater with small thin black straps against her shoulders. Slit down the side to expose short black leather shorts that hugged her every curve. Her legs were decorated by the cross-stitch pattern of sheer stockings and her feet slipped into a pair of black pumps with pencil thin heels. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. Hyerin dared not be a half-assed dancer... let alone a half-assed women in her endeavors. Heels clicked against the floor as she strut over to her music set up. Which was nothing more than her cellphone plugged into a speaker she had purchased, but it did it's job. Slowly, she lowered her body and kneeled down to tap against the screen. Her whole walk there, she had been watching the choreography to various music videos. And now, she would do her best to replicate them. Not all, maybe just one or two. She didn't want to work up a sweat before she went out on the town. "Showtime~" she spoke with a grin. This wasn't the first time she had to move about in heels. And quite frankly, it wouldn't be the last. She loved the allure a good pair of pumps added to her feminine frame. And although her manager told her time and time again, that she could practice in more 'comfortable' shoe wear. Hyerin blew him off. She was a pro at this. Heels, sneakers, flats. Whatever shoe, she would slay the choreography that came along with it. Index finger tapped the play button and she quickly rose and scurried to her starting formation. Hyerin flipped the switch, now focused on looking, mature and seductive. Speaking with her eyes rather than her lips for the time being. The music interlude would begin and give her time to get onto the floor. As soon as the first set of lyrics began, that idol trained brain of hers would play the video within her head in cinematic fashion. And her body would then ensue the game of Simon says to the beat. Her legs would alternate moving while against the hard wood floor. Her hands, starting at her hair, would slowly traverse down her body. Her lips whispering the words of the song as she created a strong arch in her back and rose from the floor upper torso first. Only to roll over onto her stomach and eventually into a kneeling position. From there her body would move in snake like fashion. Fluid like a river, Hyerin would rise from her squat like state. Remembering to add extra emphasis and definition to the curves and arch in her back. Poking her backside outward as she stared at the reflection in the mirror. Two steps would be moved to the right, the clicking of her heels assured her of such, and dainty flicks of her wrist would point to her imaginary audience. Just before bending over 90 degrees and giving two shakes of her hips to the mirror. So far so good, but the more intricate parts were soon coming. With a kick of her right leg, her finger tips would dance against the sudden showing of her skin. Only for the same leg to project itself forward, Hyerin following with her left hand to move downward with it. Starting at her foot and slowly tracing up her legs and stockings while her right hand gripped at her hip, to evoke and keep the arch in place while she bent over. She'd pause for a second. Counting off mentally, there then came a tap at her hip as she twisted it outward twice. "Three, two, one.." Yeri hopped back into formation as the chorus dropped. Throwing her right leg forward and dipping her body down. Her left hand imitating the action of unzipping a skirt before moving to raise her shirt upward some. Taking two struts back, her hips would sway back and forth twice before her upper body bent over. Palms running down her thighs before she rose back up. Backside tooched outward as the hem of her sweater rode the small of her back. Head lifted and hair flowed in tune, her body slithering with the beat until her right hand clasped with her left. Hyerin turned to the side and began a sequence of short outward hip swings. Lowering down to a kneel while circling her lower body as the choreo suggested. Hopping up, her hands would brush against her chest before slapping down against her pants. Allowing her to act on the final piece of the chorus. Leaning forward, she bent over as far as she could and rotated her backside in a full circle. The leather shorts doing their job as to add to the allure of her backside. Raising back up, and posing on the spot, the girl gave her reflection a cocky grin. 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❝HOW YOU BALANCE BEING BATMAN BRUCE WAYNE?.❞ |
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Post by RAIDEN BALAUR on Mar 18, 2017 4:58:18 GMT -5
-- Stand tall, never feall ! It made virtually little since how someone as influence and intelligent as Raiden Balaur went under the scouting radar of this prestigious institute. Mugen Academy prided itself on the students, the future elite that would take the Japanese economy to infinity and beyond. Yet the youngest, and most successful small-business tycoon in all Japan underwent schooling in a public environment? This simply could not do! So Mugen reached out to the youngest Balaur, decided to speak to him in attempt to sway him to join their ranks and eventually become alumni. But Raiden declined the 'generous' offer. There was simply something magical about public schooling he enjoyed. Sure, he wasn't really learning anything that he didn't already know, but the experience and all the people he got to meet? That in itself, in his opinion, was much more important than a formal education. But saying such things means absolutely nothing in the grander scheme of things when all the classes you take are simply too easy for you. However, the principle and student dean insisted on him exploring the school and seeing things for himself. Being the nice guy that he was, he took them up on this offer—his steps somewhat uninspired and lazy. Being an entrepreneur in the 'entertainment' field, Raiden was drawn to the entertainment side of the academy. He looked for the video games, but found nothing of the sort—a shaded gaze darting from side to side. The lack of electronics in this building made him a bit uneasy and brought out the questions of this schools criteria—what is entertainment without video games?! He stopped dead in his tracks, standing in the center of a long corridor, right hand tugging on the family heirloom on a left ring finger. Raiden sighed, ears twitching from the sound of muffled music coming from the room directly to his left. Curious as all ever, he looked through the window and saw a female dancing rather suggestively to the tempo of the music. He cocked a brow, recognizing the moves as moves he sees all the time on the website he loves to frequent due to the funny and viral videos he finds. WorldStarHipHop.Com. The way she danced, it was obvious she was dancing for the camera, she probably had full intentions on posting the video online for some views. He waited for her to finish the 'thirst dance' before busting into the room. He did so casually as ever, a single hand stuffed into trouser pockets as he looked at the female with an stoic expression. " Hey." He greeted, a faint smirk before he continued. " I'm looking for the video games. Are there any here?" He inquired, eyes panning from side to side. All he saw was a pretty empty room with two people standing near the center. But he was still somewhat hopefully, she seemed like the type to know where all the goodies were hidden. ★ HYERIN PARK a wild n-*jackhammer drills* has joined the thread! |
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Post by HYERIN PARK on Mar 18, 2017 8:59:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","afbase"] [attr="class","aftop"] [attr="class","aficon"] [attr="class","afboxbase"] sugar free ♡ [attr="class","afbox"]Break time. She had earned herself a good three to five minute resting period right? Hyerin hadn't taken into consideration how choreography of that caliber took a toll on her in the aspect of trying to make every move as precise as possible. Even though it was slight, she could definitely feel the strain and burn in her thighs and hips from having worked out prior. But it was all worth it. To have bragging rights, the fans congratulating her on a performance well done; she would gladly deal with sore muscles if those were two of the many rewards that came along with perfecting the art of dancing. She had grown used to it now anyway. She couldn't help but wonder how long it would take before she broke out into a larger spotlight. Her name was definitely known around. Not just for dancing, but for the modeling she did as well. Ah, speaking of modeling, maybe she should contact her manager and experiment with a new diet? It could very well do her some good. As if she wasn't watching what she ate already. Well, aside from the sweets the girl couldn't help but indulge in.
Moving loose strands of hair from the forefront of her face, she would strut over to her gym bag and squat down near it, grabbing hold of her water bottle and rising back up. Eyes closed, she would place the bottle to her lips and partake of it. Only to have opened her eyes and found that there was another individual present. His reflection in the mirror causing her body to flinch. Who was this guy? She had never seen hi—wait, how long had he been there? Had he been watching that whole entire time? Did her focus on perfecting each move and gesture but her in a trance during the ordeal? That was dedication. Scary dedication, but dedication nonetheless. But maybe she was overreacting? He could very well have been on his way to talk to the head of admissions or something. Maybe he was lost?
Yeah, definitely lost. Her brows furrowed, knitting together as her water bottle was lowered. Capped and dropped back into the safety of her gym bag. Where were the video games? "Uh, you're some kinda' lost." The pinkette smirked, moving towards one of the chairs that sat in the spacious room and taking a seat before she continued. "No video games," the girl replied, shaking her head and rolling her golden hues in jest. Was this guy serious? Or was this just some roundabout pick up line that he had thought up? Either way, it bought a chuckle to her lips. Assuming that he thought he had a shot with her or something. "You know this is a school, right?" She inquired for confirmation. Surely he knew exactly where he was. This was the famed Mugen Academy after all.
But, from the sincerity in his inquiry, it sounded like he was serious. And that was uh, rather alarming?
What kind of guy just walks into a school and asks where are the video games? Her head tilted ever so slightly. Eyes lowering to form a stare of scrutiny. Hyerin was aware of... well, a minute percent of the student body. Due to her severe case of tunnel vision, if something... or someone, didn't help her; the girl completely ignored it. Or something to that effect. Very seldom did her field of vision widen to the students that graced the campus. A select few did manage to garner her acknowledgement. But it was seldom. Abysmally so. And from reaching around the metaphorical file cabinet labeled 'memories' the girl couldn't recall seeing this guy around. Not even once. Actually, Yeri hadn't even seen him around the city either.
A transfer student? Maybe a foreigner with musical talent? That had to be why he was present. Especially on the Entertainment division. "New student?" The maiden inquired, raising from the seat and moving about the rehearsal room. Heels clicking against the wooden flooring in her wake. "You're pretty far away from the admission's office. Or the dormitories office." Right arm raised, Hyerin placed her right palm on her back between her shoulder blades, elbow pointing upwards. "You're not some kinda pervert, are you?" Gently, she pulled her elbow towards her head with her left hand. Holding it in position as she turned her back to the male.
"I heard from a few sources that ni—" HONK HONK HOOOONK, a bus outside of the window honked as the students were hopping off of it. Heading towards the doors of the academy. "But that's just a myth, right?"
Her body turned, eye contact now given to the stranger. "It's not everyday foreigners get accepted here. I guess that means you have some sort of talent then. I'll just assume following map directions isn't one of 'em." Hyerin chuckled, letting her arm fall back to her side before walking over to her phone and grabbing hold of it. "Anyway, did you need help getting to wherever you needed to go?" Thumb moved and swiped across the screen she held at the speed of light. Typing up a status update for her social media pages.
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Post by RAIDEN BALAUR on Mar 26, 2017 5:16:05 GMT -5
-- Stand tall, never feall ! So there were no video games? The smile upon an ebon visage faltered ever so slightly the more the female spoke—dreams crashing and burning like a child being told they'll never amount to anything great. Honestly, that may be a bit dramatic, but it did suck to know an academy that pride itself on the 'entertainment' aspect didn't harbor the most entertaining of all entertainment. Raiden averted his gaze for a moment, expelling a few chuckles over the fact he more than likely seemed extreme strange to the beauty before him. He took a few more steps into the studio, looking around in full circles with scanning eyes. " I'm fully aware this is a school. I took the word entertainment a little too literately." He looked back over at the female, smile full bloom once again. " My mistake." Getting closer to the massive window overlooking the entirety of the schooling campus, he stood by—glancing over everything with a kingly gaze as if he ruled this land, or perhaps, had once ruled a land. " Potentially new student, yeah. I've been granted access to look around at my leisure, guess your headmaster really wants me to attend, huh? He chuckled, watching the various students below like little ants scuttering about. " But I'm still on the fence." Raiden concluded, still smiling despite his attention was placed right back upon the happenings outside. He looked up at the ceiling slowly, sudden lost in thought; a blank stare as information proceed. Was he a pervert? He liked breasts, curves, a pretty face, and big behinds. But was he a pervert? He was attracted to women that would make a suitable mate to carry his child, but did he have 'the dirty thoughts'? And if so, does that make him a pervert? Sure, he may have been watching her move like a video vixen, but he wasn't watching her lady bits—he was more into the actual dance than her, truth be told. " I don't think so." He answered, a hand moving through ivory locks. As she spoke, a bus approached—blowing a few horns at the reckless children believing themselves capable of playing chicken with such a large piece of motorized machinery. When the horns blew, the words of the female were drowned out. Raiden cocked a brow and looked back at the female, curious in what it was she was trying to get at. " Myth's? Like dragons?" Still smiling. " I may not be Japanese by blood. But this is my native country, I assure you, miss." He spoke, these words a bit more 'sudden' than the suaveness he is typically known for. " As far as skills go, I have a few your headmaster seems to deem worthy enough. But I don't see what reading a map has to do with anything?" He thought about it for a moment, a puzzling look upon that ebon visage for a brief moment. Raiden shook his head when she asked if he needed help getting around. Truthfully, he already had the entire campus mapped out mentally, but he had no real reason to utilize such a fact. However, he did cheer up almost instantly when she mentioned one of his establishments—he was like a young dog happy to see his master return home. " Royal Crown is the reason why I'm here today. I'm one of the youngest and most successful businessmen within Japan this day and age. Your Headmaster believes with the proper learning environment, I can become a force to be reckoned with within the business world. Thing is, I only do what I have a passion for. My passion is video games, It just so happened I'm extremely savvy when it comes to business. Go figure, right?" Again, he stopped smiling. Eyes leveled on the pinkette with a stoic expression. " You know, you're really pretty." He said, somewhat absentmindedly but completely innocently—not even an ounce of sexual undertone were hidden behind those words. You're probably really dangerous, too. Girl's as cute as you typically are." Again, he found himself lost in thought—a thumb twisting a ring upon a ring finger. ★ HYERIN PARK idk if he wants to fiddle or if he wants to diddle. |
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Post by HYERIN PARK on Mar 26, 2017 16:28:01 GMT -5
[attr="class","afbase"] [attr="class","aftop"] [attr="class","aficon"] [attr="class","afboxbase"] sugar free ♡ [attr="class","afbox"]"Sorry to disappoint you." Head rose from the small screen in hand and brows perked with intrigue. His mannerisms, the warmth of his smile, the tone in his voice. It was almost, childlike? Her words carried no hidden agendas, nor any hidden intent. As for as the female could tell, at least. It evoked a mixture of weary and curiosity. Her head tilted to the left by a hair and her lids lowered to examine the male in more scrupulous detail. Making an educated guess from the information he had divulged, he was either the owner of Royal Crown's son, or some business prodigy. Either choice would have made perfect sense as to why the headmaster would want him among the student body that made up the academy. It didn't take a scientist to figure that out. The more prized prodigies they could gather, the better. However, unlike most of the students who flooded the halls and campus, this male in particular didn't seem to are for the fame and fortune.
"Your passion, huh?" Where had she heard those words before... "hm," the screen of her phone turned black, tucked away into the safety of her short's pocket. Arms folding across her chest before she continued. "You seem pretty honest, so I guess I should be the same." Idle fingers moved to toy with a loose strand of pink hair. "As prestigious as this place is, I wouldn't be too hasty with enrolling." Crisp golden hues darted towards the mirror, attention shifting to the other building of the spacious academy. The business oriented building. "I don't know how they run things over there. But, I'm sure it's not too different from the entertainment division." A loaded sigh escaped peach tinted lips. "Juggling a social life, as well as pursuing your passion here isn't easy. Trust me." Eyes darted back to the taller male, lips tugging at the corners to form a smirk. "But I dunno, you seem different. Maybe it'll be easy for you?"
Arms rested back at her sides. "Unless, this is all some sort of act." Her upper body leaned forward, allowing the girl to effortlessly invading the other's personal space. "You speak a little too... friendly," she started, "not that there's anything wrong with that. Just a bit, odd." In tandem with his dragon comment, Hyerin assumed a multitude of facets that made up this guy were odd. "Yeah... like dragons." Eyes rolled in amusement. This guy was a card. Definitely not the usual mugen student. Maybe it'd do her good to convince him to stick around? Mm, then again, she did just go into a mini speech about her free time being devoured by this place...
eh, it was his choice at the end of it all. If he was this big time business prodigy as he proclaimed himself to be, deciding on where to pursue education would be a no brainer.
The topic of conversation took a drastic shift as Hyerin was lobbed a compliment. Maybe even two. Her mouth opened to retort in her usual snobby and catty manner, but his tone had thrown her completely off. Once again, it sounded innocent. Sincere and with no hidden intentions. Not even flirtatious? "Huh.." A stranger with manners? Or maybe he was one of those, um, celibate guys? From her news feed, the pinkette had seen a plethora of new sexualities and lifestyles appearing out of the blue. So it wouldn't surprise her if he dabbled in one of them. Albeit troublesome to research, it wasn't really her place to poke around, right? "Thanks~ for a weirdo, you're pretty cute yourself." Yeri replied with a wink.
That dangerous comment though. She couldn't help but chuckle. Indulge in it, just for the jollies. Maybe that was his semblance of flirting? Alluding to a pursuit of adrenaline in the form of pretty faces with ugly intentions? Honestly, he wouldn't be the first. Maybe the first to have interested her enough to indulge. But not the first to step into the dragon's lair, so to speak.
"Danger's pretty subjective." Heels clicked against the slick wooden floor. Leaving minimal space between the two bodies as golden hues looked upward into colored variants. "Are you speaking from experience, or are just trying to flatter me?" Butterfly lashes batted towards him before she took a step back and snickered. Eyeing the shift in his mannerisms, Hyerin took it upon herself to bring him back to reality. Or at least give it the good ole college try.
So with a step back into his personal space, index and thumb would slide against one another and a sequence of snaps would be given near face. "Hello? Earth to Japanese Dragon," she snickered. "It doesn't take much to send you on cloud nine, huh?" She took a step back, softening her gaze against him. "Is that why you like video games? Vivid imagination? Big thinker?" Her arms softly folded once more, her own set of inquiries evoking more intrigue. She let a moment of silence set among the room. Chuckling afterwards.
"You're like a kid, how old are you?" Alright, it was safe to assume Hyerin liked him enough to introduce herself. "I'm Hyerin, by the way." [attr="class","afnotes"] lmao ugh i hate how cute he is. eff u buubuu. [attr="class","afcreds"]KOJIHIME [Googlefont=Montserrat|Roboto|Ubuntu] [newclass=.afbase]width:320px;[/newclass] [newclass=.aftop]padding:10px;border-top:#2e2e2e 5px solid;background:#ff94b2;[/newclass] [newclass=.aficon]width:105px;height:105px;padding:3px;border-left:#fafafa 4px solid;border-top:#fafafa 4px solid;border-right:#2e2e2e 4px solid;border-bottom:#2e2e2e 4px solid;background:#f2a5ab;[/newclass] [newclass=.afboxbase]background:#2e2e2e;padding:5px;border-bottom:#ff94b2 5px solid[/newclass] [newclass=.afbox]color:#fcfcfc;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;margin:30px 45px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afbox b]color:#ff82a5;font:bold 11px arial[/newclass] [newclass=.afbox a]font-family:montserrat;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afnotes]height:0px;width:320px;font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7px;text-align:justify;color:#ffffff;background-color:#2e2e2e;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.afnotes b]color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.afnotes a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fff!important;[/newclass] [newclass=.afbase:hover .afnotes]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.afcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#2e2e2e;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:-150px;[/newclass]
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Post by RAIDEN BALAUR on Mar 28, 2017 3:37:35 GMT -5
-- Stand tall, never feall ! She was very 'familiar' to him, like a dark silhouette on a white backdrop. Everything she said, he had heard once before; more or less. The way she carried herself, he had experienced time and time again—though, having power and wealth, the 'dangerous females' flocked like vultures upon a exposed and festering carcass. In other words: women like herself were nothing knew to him, but this one was different and he couldn't put his finger on the exact reason why. Like a dark silhouette on a white backdrop, the longer he stared, the more familiar it became. Eventually this little interaction felt like a heavy case of deja vu without being deja vu—he felt like he was here once before, yet he knew for a fact he had never once set foot here at all. All because she came off as the 'dangerous' type—like a lioness always on the hunt despite having a full belly of food. Raiden felt as if he should never drop his guard around this one. He smirked at the thought of being bested by this little lioness. Because, to be honest, technically, he was in the din of the lion, after all. All this inner-thinking took place while she spoke to him, what brought him out of this little trance would be the rhythmic snapping of the females fingers. Though, truthfully, he was all ears—he was still trying to put her face on a body of nonsensical memories that flooded his head, but as he did so, the bulk of his senses were focused on the girl, her words, and her mannerisms. " You have very nice fingers." He blurted, the twisting of the ring ceasing and colorful eyes back upon the pinkette in question. " You're perfect." He added, same winning smile still plastered upon an ebon visage. " But I do appreciate your words, Hyerin." He made sure to add her name to his following words, only to show he was indeed paying attention. " But I do take your words to heart. I can look at most of the students that attend and can tell they are suffering and not happy due to the lack of personal time." Raiden averted his gaze for a moment, a subtle frown upon his face for a brief second. " Forgive me. I'm pretty empathetic." He said with a small grin, grayish orbs looking down at the much smaller female. " I am two-hundred-sevent---..." He drew out his words, realizing he was making a grave mistake. " ---teen... I am seventeen years old." Without missing a single beat, " I am Raiden Balaur. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Hyerin." In tandem with his words, he reached for her left hand. If she allowed such a random action, he'd place a smooth kiss upon fair skin—soft lips gracing even softer skin. " I'm a dreamer, by the way. I dream big but accomplish greater." He concluded, allowing her hand to fall down back to her side. " Uh. I really hope i'm not interrupting your session. If so I'll just continue on my way." With a sheepish chuckle he added, " I'm not trying to flatter you, but from personal experience, girls like you are really good with their mouths." He was essentially calling Hyerin a smooth talker; a wordsmith if you will. But of course it comes off as not only extremely vague, but also extremely suggestive. ★ HYERIN PARK ming ling love u long time. five dolla sucky-sucky. '3' |
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Post by HYERIN PARK on Mar 28, 2017 19:40:12 GMT -5
[attr="class","afbase"] [attr="class","aftop"] [attr="class","aficon"] [attr="class","afboxbase"] sugar free ♡ [attr="class","afbox"]Perfect? "Perfect?" Her brows rose on instinct, a sequence of taken aback blinks following suite. Hyerin had received quite the few compliments in her day. And from men, and women, of various ages. But never had any of them gone so far as to regale her as perfect. If she hadn't been caught off guard and placed into a confused stupor, the compliment would have went straight to her head. Inflating her triple wide ego even further and more likely than not, causing Raiden much more grief than she had reluctantly not been laying upon him. And why exactly was that, you ask? Well, because he confused the hell out of her. From his choice of words and mannerisms, Hyerin would have assumed him to be just another smooth talker. One with more skill and tact than the average Joe. But his tone, it carried no intent of such things. And that, baffled her. Her mind, officially boggled.
"I'm glad someone understands~" But the maiden couldn't allow herself to fall into his web. If, there was even one that had been spun without her knowledge, that is. Her face returned to an appreciative yet, not phased form. Eye lids lowered to a subtle seductive look, and a grin tugged at the corner of her lips. The girl was well equipped to play this dangerous game. She had yet to find out his true intentions. But the moment she did? Was the moment she became the victor. And Hyerin wasn't a girl who took too many L's. Or L's at all, for that matter. Everyone was a stepping stone to a larger goal. A loss would set her back. And there was no time for back tracking. Not even in the game of flirting. "My fingers are pretty normal, if you ask me. Good for texting, I guess." Before she knew it though, he had taken her palm into his grasps and placed a kiss against the palm of her hand.
Her face was colored with a blank stare. Silent, once again, she simply listened onward before a certain number broke the romantic stupor she was drowning in. "W-wait what?" She inquired. "Did you say two-hundred?" A brow raised while another crooked in confusion. Was that... was that some kind of joke? Once again, he went from romantic, to odd at the drop of a dime. Maybe it was one of his charm points? It did make for uh, interesting conversation. "A dreamer, and a weirdo." Hyerin teased with a soft chuckle. "It's a pleasure meet you too, Raiden."
Which she sincerely meant. It was very seldom she met a stranger she didn't want to shop in the trachea. Or, recall her years of taekwondo and show her foot to them up close and personal. Not to mention the fact he had yet to reach for a grab of her body in any way shape or form. So, maybe it was safe to assume he was a good guy? One in a million, well uh, not one. Hyerin knew of another good guy. One who would remain nameless, for the time being.
"You speak very proper," she started, "are you always like this? Or just around 'perfect' girls?" Her mouth opened once more to take back her statement in jest. But his follow up conjecture, after apologizing for assuming he was getting in her way, evoked a blank stare.
"What..?"
Girls like her were really good with their mouths?? What the hell was he trying to imply?? Teeth clinched and hand that had once been kissed bawled tightly into a fist. "Oh yeah?" Left eye twitched. Her anger rising, wading in her throat. Ready for the flames to be given the okay to rise and spew from her mouth. "I'm also good with my feet.." Kick him. Kick him right in the family jewels.
But a small voice in the back of her mind advised against it. For whatever reason that was. And against her own better judgement, Hyerin adhered to it's plea. Lucky him. But, Raiden wouldn't be getting away with that comment completely unscathed. Fist returned to a relaxed hand and her head motioned towards her speaker system. "What about you?"
She asked in regards to dancing rather than kicking. "I know you have an uh, DDR machine at Royal Crown, right? Do you dance any?" Arms moved to fold across her chest, a look of intrigue and amusement plastered on her countenance as the weight shifted onto her left leg and foot. "You look like you can dance... a little. Not better than me of course." Th girl paused to press her dainty appendages against her own chest in a self-glorifying manner. Grin on her lips. "But feel free to prove me wrong."
Eyes motioning to the spacious rehearsal room floor. "The floor's yours, Royal Crown Jr." [attr="class","afnotes"] just give her da ring and last name already. [attr="class","afcreds"]KOJIHIME [Googlefont=Montserrat|Roboto|Ubuntu] [newclass=.afbase]width:320px;[/newclass] [newclass=.aftop]padding:10px;border-top:#2e2e2e 5px solid;background:#ff94b2;[/newclass] [newclass=.aficon]width:105px;height:105px;padding:3px;border-left:#fafafa 4px solid;border-top:#fafafa 4px solid;border-right:#2e2e2e 4px solid;border-bottom:#2e2e2e 4px solid;background:#f2a5ab;[/newclass] [newclass=.afboxbase]background:#2e2e2e;padding:5px;border-bottom:#ff94b2 5px solid[/newclass] [newclass=.afbox]color:#fcfcfc;text-align:justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;margin:30px 45px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afbox b]color:#ff82a5;font:bold 11px arial[/newclass] [newclass=.afbox a]font-family:montserrat;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afnotes]height:0px;width:320px;font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:7px;text-align:justify;color:#ffffff;background-color:#2e2e2e;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.afnotes b]color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.afnotes a]font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#fff!important;[/newclass] [newclass=.afbase:hover .afnotes]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] [newclass=.afcreds]font-family:Ubuntu;font-size:6pt;color:#2e2e2e;text-transform:uppercase;margin-bottom:-150px;[/newclass]
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