Mistrust [Blitz]

[blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-2.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 386 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Blitz I tried to do you right WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND TURN INTO ICE Silver heels clicked against the Great Hall floor to join in with the various other sounds that blared out through the noisy room. Blake couldn't have hoped for a better turn out at the dance and was positively giddy to see where the night would lead. The blonde absolutely loved parties and dances. It wasn't the music or the fabulous attire that made her happy, or even the delicious food placed on the buffet table. What she really loved was the socializing. Blake was incredibly friendly and eager talk with strangers. This chatty behavior also tended to get her into trouble when she wanted to strike up a conversation in class, but to her it was worth it. However, her sweet and outgoing attitude was also paired for a flaw. She could have had hundreds of friends had it not been for one thing; her lack of smarts. Not paying attention in class to talk with people had a hard price and she was paying it. Nonetheless she was determined to come up with a friend or two by the end of the night. So with a hopeful heart, the blonde made her way out into the crowd. One group of people was speckled with some of the students that she talked to during class, though she was too clueless to remember how they weren't very interested in conversing with the airhead. Blake waved at them, a cheerful and innocent smile on her face. But instead of waving back and welcoming her over, the students scoffed and rolled their eyes before turning their backs to her. The blonde normally wasn't good at taking hints, but the group had made it so obvious that her smile immediately vanished from her face. Her hand stopped in mid-wave before dropping back down to her side in embarrassment. Blake looked down at the floor as the group scampered away to dance to the pumping music. She stood there for a moment before putting her game face back on and regaining her hope. The ice manipulator wasn't one to give up easily, especially when it came to making friends, and there would be no exception for tonight. In order to perk herself up for another friendly attempt, Blake walked over to the punch bowl. Perhaps a little sugar in her system would do wonders. notes // None

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[Blitz Wielder]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/118ez9j.png,true] Outfit - Click Dressed in simple attire, the former Army man walked into the Great Hall not sure what to expect. He had not attended many of these more formal events if any at all. Blitz’s idea of formal would have been to hit up a local bar and take home a pretty lady. Such behavior would be inexcusable here, however. Or would it? Now that he had arrived, Blitz figured it was as good of a time as any to don on his black mask. Like his wardrobe, it too was simple. Blitz wasn’t here for the socialization or even to find a dance partner and have fun. This was just a way to get his mind off things and to have something to do. School had been pretty boring for the guy. It was such a regular schedule that was hardly broken up by anything new. It was completely different world from the one he had just gotten back from. So far he hadn’t found much of any reason to stay. The school did seem to help with his problems, a bit, but Blitz sought more. This slow process of returning to his former self was hard and drawn out. Blitz wanted the quick fix, not some torturing solution. No wonder must druggies relapse. Brown eyes scanned the crowds paying particular interest in the tables. Having come later in the night, Blitz wasn’t going to have much luck in finding an empty table. That would mean he would have to actually talk to someone to grab a seat or stand. The latter would suit his interest more. Knowing the guy’s luck he’d end up sitting beside a chatty Cathy. That was not on his game plan. Giving up on seating arrangements the dark haired man walked through the throng of people to make his way to the punch bowl. If seating was out, eating was in! Even with no interest in the other people, Blitz did come for one thing. Food. He had been under the impression that there would be a lot of it, and he wasn’t going to pass up that moment no way no how. So, once Blitz arrived at the table his lips turned upward in a smirk. The Academy didn’t have the best food in the world according to the other students, but compared to an MRE, the food was paradise. Punch first, then food. Grabbing a cup, Blitz sloshed some of the stuff in his cup and took a sip. Suddenly, he burst out laughing surprised at the taste that filled his mouth. “I’ll be damned. Someone spiked the punch!” Several of the students around him looked on with curiosity. Most wouldn’t have even had the guts to experiment with alcohol. It was forbidden. But, if the substance was offered at a school dance, then surely it was meant for them? A couple of the braver students stepped forward to grab them some of the stuff pleased by the accidental offer. Blitz didn’t bother stopping them. They’d learn about it sooner or later. More than likely the lot of them would end up trashed and start puking on everything and everyone. Later, they’d have the most wicked hangover. Lesson learned. The guy, drink in hand, turned away from the bowl and almost collided into a young girl. “Whooa!” he exclaimed trying to get the drink under control so as to not spill it on her pretty blue dress. Brown eyes flickered to peer at the beautiful blonde standing before him. Unlike most of the other girls in this cursed school, she was somewhere around his age. “I mean, whoa.” Blitz looked her up and down with a wolfish grin. “Sorry about that gorgeous. Wasn’t watching where I was going.” There was a somewhat sad reflection in her eyes. What could possibly make her sad at a party like this? Throwing back his punch, Blitz shot his cup into the nearby garbage can and made it. “Score. So, would you like to dance? It’d be my honor.” Still flashing his charming grin (which was completely opposite of his usual grimace), Blitz made a little play bow and held out his hand in a gentlemanly offer. Who said Blitz didn’t know how to play the pretty ladies?

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[blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-2.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 396 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Blitz I tried to do you right WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND TURN INTO ICE Before Blitz had shouted out the secret ingredient to the punch, Blake had already taken a sip of it. She made a face at the unnexpected taste and stared down into the disposable cup. "That's not sugar . . ." Blake wasn't sure how to describe the taste as she was having trouble remembering what alcohol tasted like. She'd only taken a sip or two before, and that was when she was back home and her parents offered her some during special occasions. The blonde was struggling to come up with a name for whatever was making the punch taste strange when a sudden eruption of laughter punctured her train of thought. “I’ll be damned. Someone spiked the punch!” Blake crinkled her nose in disgust, and set the cup down on the table. Why someone would want to drink such a thing was beyond her. Seeing no reason to stick around the bad tasting drink, the girl was about to make her way back into the dancing crowd when the older student bumped into her. “Whooa!” She cringed as she expected to be splashed by some of his drink, but soon relaxed after feeling no liquid slosh onto her. The crisis avoided, Blake made quick work of trying to apologize. "Oh my god, I'm SO sorry. I forgot to pay attention to where I-" Her apology was cut short as Blitz quickly changed his tone to one of surprise to one that was hinted with lust. “I mean, whoa.” She felt his brown eyes move up and down her body, that and his grin caused a light blush to warm her cheeks. “Sorry about that gorgeous. Wasn’t watching where I was going.” The sadness she had felt from before vanished in an instant and she smiled sweetly at his compliment. "Oh, why thank you." Blake was too busy fumbling for more words to pay attention to him gulping down the rest of his alchoholic beverage before throwing it into a trashcan. “Score. So, would you like to dance? It’d be my honor.” His little bow made her smile grow even more, and she didn't make him wait very long for an answer. "Okay, I don't see why not." The blonde's hand met his and she let him lead the way out to the dance floor. What had started out as a crappy night just got better. notes // Bleh post.

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[Blitz Wielder]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/118ez9j.png,true] (So, I did some power-playing. I hope it's ok. I will change it if it's not. There wasn't anything I could do without PPing Blake a little. You can PP Blitz some if you need, too.) The look in her eyes changed. That twinge of sadness that had been there moments before disappeared only to be replaced with a twinkle of happiness. With his beverage gone and the question asked, all Blitz had to do now was wait for the reply. Blake didn’t keep the young man waiting long, either. “Wonderful,” he murmured with a charming smile on his lips. Blitz held out his hand and led her to the dance floor. It took a lot to shoulder his way through the crowd, especially once they reached the mass of people dancing. Some female singer’s song was on. The crowd was pumping. It wasn’t a typical adrenaline rush that Blitz felt. He was used to the kind that was a result of fear. This was from something more, something happier. Elated. It was some kind of result from being elated. The music pounded while his body began to move in various ways. The alcohol was numbing his mind a little, but he could hold more than one glass. The words were hard to catch, but it sounded like the woman was singing about dancing. Till the world ends. Something about dancing till the world ends. Ok, that was slightly weird but whatever. The song was alright. Pop wasn’t his type of style, but it worked for a dance like this. “My name’s Blitz!” He shouted over the music and people cheering. Brown eyes looked Blake over again as a smirk worked its way onto his countenance. “What’s yours?!” From behind Blake, a male student bumped into the blonde quite violently. The girl pitched forward into Blitz but he managed to catch her. Once Blake was right side up again, Blitz growled and yanked the buzzed guy by his shoulder. The guy flipped out and put his hands up to show he meant no harm. “Yo dude! Chill out, I didn’t mean to hit her. God!” Blitz sneered and tightened his grip on the guy’s shoulder. This caused the guy to whimper and dance in pain. “Dude, stop! I didn’t mean to! Sorry, geez!” Frowning with displeasure, Blitz’s eyes flashed. His hand released the guy’s shoulder. He slunk off into the crowd with a wounded and defeated expression. “You alright?!” Blitz asked having to raise his voice against the music again. It wasn’t long before song was changing. The female’s voice faded out and was replaced by a male’s. Soon, another male joined in with rapping lyrics. Blitz instantly recognized the song. “Dude, I love this song!” It was Lighters by Eminem. That guy was pretty sweet.

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[blake]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-2.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 518 // outfit // clicky // tagged // Blitz I tried to do you right WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND TURN INTO ICE “Wonderful,” The pushed their way through the crowd, Blake trying her best to avoid getting her foot punctured by one of the high heels worn by some of the female students. Only after they managed to make their way towards the center of the bustling crowd did Blake really start to see just how loud the music was. Were the school officials trying to make their students deaf? 'Cause that was pretty much what it felt like with the beat blaring into their ears. Nonetheless, the music was upbeat and exhilarating, helping Blake to further lighten her mood. The people around them finally started to back up a bit, which was relieving for Blake to not have to constantly watch her feet. “My name’s Blitz!” She grinned back at him and continued to dance to the music with hips swaying. “What’s yours?!” It was amusing how loud they each had to shout in order to hear one another. It was worth it though. "Blake! Nice to mee-" She suddenly felt an arm whack her in the back, sending her stumbling forward. The heels she was wearing seemed to have it in for her at that moment, making it harder to gain her balance. At least Blitz had the courtesy to catch her and not move to the side. Had he done that she may have created some crazy domino effect and bumped into another person. She found her feet again, righting herself to watch Blitz confront the drunk. Her eyes widened as Blitz grabbed the guy's shoulder before yanking him painfully. The charming man surely didn't mess around, but Blake was strangely attracted to this and didn't mind in the slightest. “Yo dude! Chill out, I didn’t mean to hit her. God!” The expression on the guy's face changed as the pain intesified, causing Blake to wince slightly. She thought about stopping Blitz before he broke the guy's shoulder but decided against it, finding it a better idea to let Blitz just get the anger out. If she stopped him and he was still angry, that could ruin any chances of them dancing together. As the older student finally released the guy's shoulder, Blake allowed her face and muscles to relax now that the problem was gone and dealt with. “You alright?!” The blonde nodded, not wanting to have to shout over the crowd at the moment. She was hoping to actually have her voice when the morning came. The song suddenly changed, Blake flicked through her memory to try to find evidence of her hearing the song before. She definitely recognized it, but on the name she was drawn a blank . . . as usual. “Dude, I love this song!” She smiled back at him, "I know right!? It's umm . . ." The nineteen year old paused as she searched for appropriate words. She quickly settled with an, "awesome!!" The girl then continued to dance to the beat, moving a little closer to Blitz this time. Her attraction to him was back up now that his anger had lowered. notes // Crappy post is crappy.

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