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[adele]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: 3px solid; border-color: #000000; width: 399px; height: 450px; background: url(http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm384/BlackSyndrom/Vintage4bycloaks6.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . broken mirrors the cracks on the crystal ball a black cat's cold stare There was definitely something about game rooms that Adele found fascinating. Well, it was probably because she had an uncanny ability for winning every game she played, even if it was the first time she was playing it or if she had no knowledge of how it was played at all. She was just lucky like that. Cheating? Well, perhaps, but she couldn't really tone it down. Okay, she could, but where was the fun that? She'd have to lose like everyone else, and that was just... not the slightest bit amusing now was it. And that was exactly why Miss Benoit, the librarian was currently out of her work station. And in her defense, it hadn’t been intentional. She had been taking care of some business with the school administration regarding the book stock, and she had full intentions of going back to her beloved library once she was done. Unfortunately, that did not happen, as she got sidetracked by the prospect of a little game of pool. Before she could think about it, she had made her way down to the game room. To her surprise, she found the place deserted. Not that she was complaining about it, because that meant that the pool table she had been meaning to use was free. The female approached the table, and begun organizing everything so she could start up a game. Seriously, what was it with kids and organization? Was it too hard to leave everything in the right place when they were done playing? Once she was done with that, Adele moved to the cue holder and picked one of the several cues that lined the wall. Returning to the table, Adele removed the rack, and positioned herself. With one swift movement, she had broken the rack and every ball was moving around in the table, each and every one of them finding its way towards the nearest hole as if they had a mind of their own. And just like that, it was done. Chuckling to herself, Adele set down the cue, and started gathering the balls. “Seriously, that is just too easy” she commented to no one, shaking her head as a smirk found its way to her lips. words// 372 // tagged // anyone // outfit // clicky

[jasper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/sataraalcaelahn/Tar%20Valon/GrungeBackground.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] jasper grigori sit down, shut up, and hang on for the ride Jasper had to give the Silas Academy credit in one respect, at least. The students were never lacking in entertainment. The game room had a theater-style movie screen, board games, gaming consoles of every brand, pool tables, foosball, everything the average teenager would want or need to blow off some steam. The outlook for staff members, however, was a bit more bleak. They had a stuffy room where the most interesting thing was the coffee pot in the corner that was home to stale coffee and a couple of cobwebs. Then there was Jasper's individual office where a stack of files and ungraded homework awaited. So it wasn't much of a choice, really, that Jasper had to make. Endless boredom or work after class? Most definitely not. Thus the math teacher made his way downstairs where the air was a bit cooler and the people more so as well. Sturdy boots thumped steadily as Jasper made his way down the hall, a student rushing past him in haste as though they'd lost track of time and were now running late for class. It almost made him jealous. They were all young and even though some of them had troubles in their pasts, most of them were carefree and able to recieve the help they needed through Silas. Perhaps if Jasper had known about this place in his youth his life would have turned out differently. He smirked at himself and tucked his hands in his pockets as he walked, unwilling to dwell on what might have been or what could have happened. It was pointless meandering and he knew it. Of course, that didn't stop the thoughts from circling around in his mind on occasion. The main game room was rather large, and that's where he headed. Plenty of space to avoid people if he wanted and much less chance of being bothered with politeness. He never understood why people thought it was good manners to make small talk with someone, even if they didn't like each other. In his mind, common courtesy would dictate that they just leave the other person the hell alone. It was like talking about the weather. Who cares about the weather? It certainly isn't something to start a conversation. When someone started talking about the heat, rain, snow, or anything of the sort, that was his cue to disappear somewhere else. Jasper rested one hand against the door as he peered inside the small window. Adele Benoit. A smirk crossed his lips as he watched her at the pool table, his eyes roaming over her while he could get away with it unnoticed. Despite the history between them, he sincerely enjoyed her company. She pushed him and tested him; most of the time she annoyed him, but that didn't keep him from enjoying it. He quietly and slowly pushed the door open, slipped inside, and leaned up against the wall as she took her shot. Perfect as usual. He probably could have screamed and shouted without it making any difference in the shot she took. Everything just went well for her, no matter what. It greatly contributed to her annoyance factor. "Vous aimez être un bibliothécaire coquine, pas vous? L'esprit si je vous rejoindre?" With half a smile still in place, he pushed himself away from the wall. "Vous aimez être un bibliothécaire coquine, pas vous? L'esprit si je vous rejoindre?" = "You like to be a naughty librarian, don't you? Mind if I join you?" *words: 587 *tag: Adele *outfit: clicky

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[adele]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: 3px solid; border-color: #000000; width: 399px; background: url(http://i317.photobucket.com/albums/mm384/BlackSyndrom/Vintage4bycloaks4.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . broken mirrors the cracks on the crystal ball a black cat's cold stare Adele still didn’t have full knowledge of how her powers worked. So far, they seemed to work based on her will, meaning that if she wanted something to happen, that thing would happen. The same went if there was something the French woman wanted to keep from happening. All she had to do was will it away, and it would. Having such a power was something that confused Adele, and not knowing the full extent of what she could do was downright terrifying. So she stuck to simple things: perfect shots, never losing her car keys… those small things that had many deeming her as lucky. Yes, that was true, Adele was lucky. But it was a side effect of her power, a self preservation instinct, if you may. After all, lucky people don’t usually get hurt right? It was a simple thing, really. Keep your emotions in check, don’t feel down, and everything will go perfectly fine. If you lose it… well, no one really knew what could happen. Her emotions played a great role in her powers, and as long as she felt fine, everyone else around her should be fine. It was probably why the librarian was such an easygoing person. Well, that and because she felt no need to feel sad or down. After all, no good ever came of that, and it most definitely didn’t help you solve anything now did it? Adele was in the process of collecting the balls so she could start a new game (thinking that maybe she could give the ‘regular’ way a try, so it would at least last loner) when a voice called out to her, causing her to stop and turn to face the intruder with a light scowl. Bibliothécaire coquine was something the French woman didn’t like to hear, weather it was said in French, English, or whatever other random language Jasper thought about using that particular day. It seemed, however, that this had been the nickname the male had chosen for her, which was only a bit more infuriating. Well, actually, it was rather infuriating; especially because she still had to come up with something she could call him that was at least equally annoying. “Taisez-vous. Vous savez que vous m'aimes.” She replied dryly, fighting the urge to have a bit of the ceiling dropping on him. Her words were quickly followed by laughter, as he asked her to join her. “Bien sûr, vous êtes plus que bienvenue pour me rejoindre. Bien que je ne savais pas que vous aimiez tant d'être battu. En tout cas, ça va être amusant.” She added, as she kept picking up the balls and placing them upon the table. “Shouldn’t you be at work though? Tormenting little kids or whatever it is that you teachers do?” Taisez-vous. Vous savez que vous m'aimes. - Shut up. You know you love me. Bien sûr, vous êtes plus que bienvenue pour me rejoindre. Bien que je ne savais pas que vous aimiez tant d'être battu. En tout cas, ça va être amusant - Of course, you are more than welcome to join me. Although I didn't know that you were so found of being beaten. Anyway, it'll be fun. words// 467 // tagged // tara with jazzy // outfit // clicky