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JAMES WATCHER

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"Seriously what's the point in this?" My head intones as I walk through all the electrical plants, trying to take an... Alternative way to the main town square. Despite the fact I could just take the normal quicker route, and, of course I was entering through the darker area of the district but he, like anything was going to attack me, plus it was a change. Something not normal in my life. Besides, I wasn't carrying much on me anyway. I make sure my feet keep and even pace, my hood was up, and I was looking down. This was I looked a lot more dangerous than I was, good tactic to get people to leave me the hell alone, not being a people person was the perfect excuse for that. People annoy me, well most. Always moaning about something to do with their lives or the Capitol, but really we should all just get on with it, and silently hate. Then we could actually just ignore the Capitol aside from that one time of year and get on with our lives.

Anyway I turn right at the 4th plant from my house and head east, or at least what I thought was east, and head towards the town square, my hand slowly drawing out my pocket as I walk to reveal a blue and white inhaler, my one downfall in fitness, my inhaler, of course due to that extremely old stereotype of Asthma being present in nerds and similar creeps was another turn off for people wanting to socialise with me, not that I m complaining just it's a horrible stereotype. My head slowly takes a detour as I shake it and uncap the pump, wondering if anyone else actually took this route from the tiny almost hamlet thing I lived in right on the edge of the town and through the more industrial area. "Well I only came with a small bit of money and my inhaler, so I should be okay" Plus all the things I listed off, yeah, should be fine.

I slowly approach the main town area, seeing it starting to form in my sights as I put my inhaler to my mouth and squeeze the top, sucking in the powder it threw in the back of my throat and putting the cap back on it after, storing it in my pocket and yawning to myself and looking around again, letting my brown hair fall just over my eyes, yeah I needed to get it cut. Seriously it's abnormally quiet, even for a quiet area. Quite secluded though" My silent thought echoing through my head as I approach a small building, I had a point, maybe I could stop here for a while. My leg is becoming painful anyway. My face keeps its mono toned expression and I lean against one of the walls of the building, after diverting myself from the small path and lean on my right leg, hopefully no one will come, the quiet is nice.

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Light glared off of a mirror hanging on the wall opposite Sunny, it blasted into her eyes, and what was worse she couldn't make out her reflection. She was trying to find a new pose that looked more alluring, something with more...sex appeal. If she couldn't see herself how could she do that. Swinging her legs onto the floor she stood up and walked to the mirror and adjusted the angle of it. Looking into the mirror, reflected back at her was her thin frame. She was tall, at least for a girl, with a nice enough figure, curves in just the right places. Her hair was a dark brown with blonde streaks running through it acting like a curtain around her face. Blue eyes looked back at her; they had a playful sparkle to them, almost mischievous. A short shirt fit tight against her body, not long enough to cover her midriff, and a pair of jeans hung low on her waist, the button undone on them so they seemed ever in danger of falling off. That was her favorite illusion to use, it got alot of second looks from people when they thought her pants were falling off. With a chuckle she turned around and walked over to the window, her eyes scanned for a possible victim to play around with. Alot of people went through here thinking they were taking the shortcut, when really they were just falling into her trap.

Her eyes scanned around and fell upon a boy, or young man she didn't care which, walking down the alley. He looked the nervous type, even from this distance she could make out a few nervous habits. With a smirk she kept her gaze on him wondering if he would be her new playmate for the day. He walked closer, and she realized he was walking with a slight limp, perhaps the result of a battle gone wrong. Good, she thought, it was always easier to take advantage of the ones who were injured in some way. She continued watching him until he came to a stop right across from the building she was in. What joy, he was only a flight of stares away, and he looked so easy to make uncomfortable. Grinning mischeivously she turned away from the window to look out at the room she called home. Undergarments lay strewn about the room, in piles or just aimlessly thrown about the room, and she giggled at the site of them. That was the first step to making someone uncomfortable, invite them home and let them see all that.

Walking to the door she opened it up and walked out leaving the door slightly ajar. Running down the flight of stares she opened the front door, and slipped outside. Silently closing the door, she adjusted the jeans on her hips so they sat just a little bit lower and began to walk over to the boy. Coming up behind him she put on her most enchanting smile, and tapped his shoulder delicately. "Excuse me, I don't usually get visitors around here. What brings you around here? Did you figure on using this alley as a shortcut, because I'm afraid this alley leads to nowhere. You look cold, would you like to come into my place to warm up. I can give you some directions to wherever it is you want to go." Leaning into the boy she put her head on his shoulder, and took his hand in hers holding it close to her bare midriff so his fingers brushed againt it. If he left after this than he was not a real boy, actually, no one would be able to resist this, boy or girl, they would be hers, all hers.

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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I slowly begin to shut my eyes, getting up at near enough 7 in the morning when you go to bed at god knows wasn't very healthy but who cared? Honestly my life is my life, and it was still quiet so why not take advantage? Anyway, I let myself go into a half-conscious state until I feel a tap on my shoulder and my whole body immediately goes rigid and I prepare to spin round and punch whoever just touched me until I hear speaking, it was an odd tone really, that kinda one that someone uses to completely disarm you, and what was stranger, was it was female. Now I hadn't had that much experience with females, maybe a few one-offs here and there, but that wasn't a lot. I keep my guard up, my whole body tense in a run of paranoia and edginess, some would call it childish but you never know who's gonna stab ya in the back.

I decide to listen, the words "Excuse me, I don't usually get visitors around here. What brings you around here? Did you figure on using this alley as a shortcut, because I'm afraid this alley leads to nowhere. You look cold, would you like to come into my place to warm up. I can give you some directions to wherever it is you want to go." feeding into my ears as I feel an added weight on my shoulder, and I glance, seeing hair I assumed it was this females head, greaat, one of these, what did she want? Money? Or just to get me to do something for her that she can't do herself. I roll my eyes lightly and offer a blunt reply. "Yeah I did, I don't go in peoples homes without knowing what they look like first and I'll find my own way" I smirk to myself after, I liked how I could just be brunt and straight forward. I also made sure I made note to ignore the "Why I was here question" she didn't need to know that.

I then feel my hand being taken and somewhat dragged further from my body. My fingers seemingly brushing against soft skin that I assumed would be lower body from the guessed height, where her head was and other stuff such as how she grabbed my hand. Best get this over with though, then I can on my way, I didn't have much if that's what she wanted. Maybe I could just say that and she'd leave me alone? I hadn't even seen her yet and she was all over me. Yeah she probably wanted something, and wasn't she cold? If I could feel skin then she must not have a lot of clothing on. I try to trail through thoughts to guess why she was doing this but I couldn't hit a solid answer, probably just best to wait for a reply, who knows? I know I am not going to relax until she proves I can trust her, and that takes a while, and why did she offer up her house so quickly? That was nagging me as well.

My head the clicks something, why wasn't I pulling my hand away? Her hand did feel nice against mine but still, I would've normally snatched my hand back by now. My head snaps at me "DO IT!" And I drag my hand back to my side, not noticing I had dragged the holder with it and both our hands where still linked, albeit with me not really holding it. Another idea pops to my head and I contemplate it, maybe if I just went along with what she wanted this could speed up? Not that I had any reason to be in town anyway, I just wanted to be alone really.

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This boy was so cute, he thought he could get away from her so easily. She always liked a challenge, it was no fun if they came along to willingly. Plus, his hand was still near hers so he had to be thinking about it. He hadn't even seen her face yet, and already he was falling into the trap, it was almost time to move infront of him. After all, he had said he doesn't go into homes of people he doesn't know what they look like. That was an easily solved problem, all she had to do was stand infront of him. That would be the fun part, the look on his face when he saw what she was wearing, than phase two would commence, the seduction. When he dragged his hand back to his side, his grip kept a light hold on hers and she was pulled with it. There was little space between their bodies as they stood there, and a thought occured to her. Just a little move to make him feel a bit more uncomfortable. Leaning into him she found his ear and blew lightly on it before nibbling slightly on the corner. It was a playful move, and with the skill of one used to doing things like this she spun around to stand infront of him.

Her thin frame stood infront of the boy, and she leaned against the wall infront of him so his gaze was forced to look at her. A mock expression of embarrasment crossed her face as she stood infront of him, and she proceeded to pull on her shirt trying to get it to cover her bare midriff. She figured his view of things wouldn't be so bad, after all, boys will be boys, and their curiosity knows no bounds. Her jeans grazed against the building beside her and the moved a little lower on her hips. They hung precariously low on her hips and the zipper was slowly coming undone, the perfect setting for her plan. Now it was time to get that voice of hers going, that was the most important part of doing something like this. The innocent approach, seem dumb, and easily taken advantage of.

"There, now you can see what I look like. See I'm not so bad am I? Will you let me take you out of the cold now? You look so lost and lonely, I just want to help you. Plus I get so lonely here, I don't get alot of visitors, and I like to see new faces."

Putting on her most innocent smile she took a step towards him and took his hand again. She wanted to appear as frail and innocent as possible. Her clothes made her look the part of someone desperate for "love", but if she could use her words to lure him in, make him think she was easily manipulated, than all the better for her. Was it sad she had to much experience in this area, that she was such a dirty person? To many times had she gone through this routine with others, boys, girls, anyone really, anyone she could lure into her home. Sometimes they came back for more, others didn't, it really made no difference to her in the long run. She made good money off of this, and it was fun for her.

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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Normally, basically under any other circumstance I would have just got up and moved by now, so why wasn't I? I try to run every possible reason I wasn't moving through my head until my whole body shakes from the blow, then a weird sensation takes over as she... Wait. Was she nibbling on my ear? I shift a little uncomfortably now and my guard lowers a little, something I didn't permit to happen. What the hell was this girl doing and why was it to me? I quickly go to move away from her until she spins into my view, and my eyes almost instantly go wide from what I see, so wide that even if my hood was still up you'd be able to see them, I scan her body several times, mainly for the usual reason of picking out strengths, weaknesses, etc, but they where gluing on several spots, and I eventually end up watching her pulling her crop top thing down to cover her in something that seemed to be fake embarrassment.

I knew I had to lower my sight, get it to the ground and just walk off but as I try I notice her jeans slipping down and they fly back up in a second glance, okay what was she trying to do? I rack my brain again for info until she speaks, my ears picking up on every word as my head screams at me "RUN YOU IDIOT, SHE IS TRAPPING YOU" I eventually shake that thought of though and look up at her, maybe if I tried a different tactic and just went along with it as I suggested to myself before it will speed things up. I look to her face, albeit with the precautionary glance down to her jeans that looked like they where going to fall and reply, still somewhat edgy and untrusting "I'm not lost, I can easily find my way back, why do you seem so desperate to get me in your house?"

The girl seemed intent to make me uncomfortable, and she continues to do this as she steps forward and takes his hand, making me tense again, my mind however slowly dumbing and subduing to the girl, I knew I had to go. This girl I had literally just meant and she wants me in her house. What did she want?

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He was breaking, she could tell by his mannerisms, just following his gaze she could tell that he was falling into her trap. Whether he knew it or not he was all hers, and that was exactly how she wanted it. He looked nervous and questioning, like he couldn't make up his mind about whether to run or let her continue. It wasn't going to be long before she took him into her home, she figured one last move would turn him into a pile of jelly, and than she would take him into her home. Moving closer to him she let her body rub against his, and moved so his hand brushed against the button of her jeans. It was done so fluidly though that it appeared to just be an accident on her part. If he wasn't finally taken in by this than he was not a real person, by now she would have already gotten someone else to go into her apartment, but he didn't seem to be getting it. Maybe just one more ploy before she tried her final plan. Taking his hand she slipped his fingers into one of the belt loops and took several steps forward. She felt her jeans slip further down her waist until they revealed the top of her underwear.

A false blush rose to her cheeks and she pulled on her shirt trying to cover herself, and in the process pulled her shirt far to low. Moving against the wall she pulled lightly on her jeans making it appear as if she was trying to cover herself, but they succeeded in only sinking lower on her hips. Shivering in the cold she moved closer to the boy and took his arms. Lifting them up she moved underneath them so she was standing infront of him, and than brought his arms back down so they rested just above her chest. Rubbing her head against his chest she looked up into his eyes, and put the most innocent face she could on. Her eyes grew larger and took on a childlike innocence as she spoke in a faint whisper.

"It's so cold out here, it's a good thing there is a nice strong man to wrap me in his arms so I can be warm. It would be so much better though if I could go back inside and get some different clothes, but I'll be so cold if I walk alone, I want my big strong man to keep me warm. See this way I can give you the proper directions to wherever it is you're going and I can get into some warmer clothes. After all, it's not good for a girl to be so cold, and so alone out here with no one to protect her. You make me feel so safe."

She whispered the last part of her speech directly into his ear, and let her breath travel down his neck. Than she let her lips hover along his jawline before quickly turning back around, and slipping out from under his arms. Taking his hand she led him foreward, he didn't resist and she took this as a sign he was giving in. Walking through the door of the apartment building she closed it behind her, and looked at the stares before her."It's just up that flight of stares right there, home sweet home."Taking hold of his hand once more she led him towards the steps ready to finally slam shut the door on her trap. He was in her lair now, and he was all hers.

(OOC: I had permission from Night to control his charrie briefly for this post.)

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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I continue my gaze, just enough to make sure I have an eye on her so she didn't try anything, it was obvious she was noticing my faults. For some reason I couldn't control them, but maybe that wasn't a bad thing? This seemed to be heading somewhere I knew I would like, so maybe if I.... "THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE WANTS YOU TO THINK YOU STUPID MORON, RUN!" My head smashes it's opinion through like a bulldozer through a building but I blank it, the one and only time I didn't listen to my head. I watch her come closer and very quickly my senses come back to me and I tense up again, she better back off... I eventually end up pushing myself against the wall until I feel her brush against me, my eyes watching her face closely as I feel my hand brush against some sort of fabric.

I click suddenly a withdraw my hand from that area, moving to grab it in my other hand before it is grabbed and lead by another force. I look down to see her fiddling with my fingers and hooking them into one of her belt hooks. Then she walks backwards a few steps, allowing room to grow between us as I confusedly pull on what my fingers where hooked too till I see a small bit of clothing underneath her jeans. My eyes instantly go wide and I unhook and retreat my hand with some speed, putting it behind my and against the wall. I didn't take my eyesight of her however, and I watch as she pulls off the same act she did before hand, only this time catching her top lowering too far and my brown eyes, already wide fly straight up to her face. Almost like an innocent school boy who saw something he thinks he shouldn't have. This was getting a bit revealing wasn't it? Why wasn't she caring?


I watch her back up against the wall, my eyes catching sight on a movement that looked like she was trying to pull up her jeans. Finally. Seriously why didn't she already do that? Surely she was.... My train of thought smashes into a wall as I notice the jeans slide lower and I fly my sight right, completely looking away from her to avoid seeing more. The next thing I feel however are my arms being grabbed, and my sight flies back to the girl in front of me, a pissed/almost scared look on my face before she merely raises them and steps underneath, putting them back on her shoulders lightly as I end up just staring at her as she brushes her head against my chest, looking up at me with what would've been a heart melting look if it was anyone else.

"It's so cold out here, it's a good thing there is a nice strong man to wrap me in his arms so I can be warm. It would be so much better though if I could go back inside and get some different clothes, but I'll be so cold if I walk alone, I want my big strong man to keep me warm. See this way I can give you the proper directions to wherever it is you're going and I can get into some warmer clothes. After all, it's not good for a girl to be so cold, and so alone out here with no one to protect her. You make me feel so safe."

I shiver as she leans over and speaks directly into my ear, the only thing my head was going through was "Her man?" However it quickly snaps out of that as she breaths down my neck. Sending shivers down my spine as her lips brush against my jawline. My head eventually becomes mush as she slips from under my arms and I am just left staring at her, almost in a daze. I feel my hand being grabbed but my body doesn't react to it and I allow myself to be dragged to her door. As I walk through it my head slowly reforms itself and goes complete ape "ARE YOU FREAKING CRAZY YOU STUPID PRICK! PULL OUT, NOW, BEFORE SHE TRAPS YOU" Of course I end up not listening, again, and slowly start walking up the stairs.

I reach the top of the stairs and I come to an open door, I assumed this was where I was meant to go so I go through it and my eyes go wide, for near enough the 7th time today, all across the room where underwear... My head shuts up with it's ranting and tries to figure out what on earth all the underwear was doing here? Maybe it was hers? Or was it other peoples? Or what? I stand there in a fit of confusion as my head clicks from one pair to another, waiting for the girl to come up. Aside from the underwear, well, actually, the underwear was a nice touch... Wait? I feel my brain slam itself against my skull as I noticed she had done what she had wanted to do. I was pretty much hers and was most likely thinking the same way. Crap.

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As soon as she had shut the door and a silence had settled around them she could almost read his thoughts. He was trying to decide what to do, to stay with her or run. His face said it all, with each thought a different expression passed quickly by, confusion, recognition, and perhaps a feeling that against his better judgement he should go up those stairs. Finally his face seemed to show that against his better judgement he would go up the stairs....into her lair. Setting his foot on the first step he looked up the stairs and than took another step. With each step his pace seemed to become more sure of itself, and than he reached the top and looked at the door that was ajar infront of him. Taking a step forward he pushed open the door and walked in. Slipping in behind him she closed the door and locked it with a key that was hidden in her pocket. Now he was stuck with her, at least until she was ready to let him go. This was where the fun began, everything that she had done to this point was to lure him into her room. Walking up beside him she looked into his face and saw his wide eyes looking at the room.

They moved from pile to pile of underwear, his head would turn and look at each pile, the silent question passing through his mind. He was curious she had to give him that, but unlike some people it didn't seem to faze him, his expression asked, "Who did these belong to"? If she were to be honest with him than she would tell him they were all hers, but than again what about her was honest. It would be best for him to imagine who's they were, whatever he came up with would be far better than the truth. Moving away from him she walked over to a group of cabinets against the wall. Opening one of them she reached up into it, her shirt rising as she did, and her pants slipping lower. Finally lowering her arm she pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil. However she put them on the table that sat in the middle of the room. It wasn't quiet time to give him directions, she still had to set him up for the best part of it all.

Walking to the window across from the couch she pulled over a curtain, it was thin to allow the light to continue to flow in, but you were unable to see through it. Kicking her shoes off she slipped her fingers past the waist of her jeans she pushed them a little lower and than turned around. The movement caused her jeans to slide easily off of her hips and down her legs. A playful giggle escaped her lips, but she made no attempt to try and pull the jeans back up. Instead she kicked them off of her completely, and they landed infront of the boy. Turning her back to him she walked over to the mirror that ealier she had admired herself in. Her hip jutted out and she ran her hand through her hair before turning around. She walked over to the boy and pushed him in the chest so he toppled backwards onto the couch. With a smile she took the peice of paper and pencil and climbed on top of the boy.

Slowly she slid her shirt off of her body and let herself fall ontop of him. She took his hands and placed them on her hips and than put the piece of paper on his chest. Carefully she scribbled a quick message on the paper, and than moved forward her body running along his. She leaned into his ear, and whispered into it. "Here are the directions my big strong man, let's see if you can follow where they lead you." Sitting back up she winked at him and than let her lips travel along his neck before coming to a halt right above his. Than she lowered her lips so they met his and closed her eyes.

(OOC:Night gave me permission to control his charrie briefly xD.)

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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Well, most boys would probably be freaking out by now. Managing to get into a girls house, underwear spewed near enough everywhere in it and the owner being who she is, though quite frankly my mind was in too much of a complete mess to actually comprehend anything right now. I noticed all the underwear was female, maybe it was her's... No they can't be, there is too many. Did she live with another? Didn't seem so... My mind scrambles itself for options. Completely missing the fact that... This girl, I didn't even know her name and she didn't know mine, which is probably highly suspicious, had looked at me. My eyes latch onto her however as she walks into my view. Her back to me as I make sure my eyes follow her movements. She wasn't going to get away with anything sneaky.

I notice her walk to a cabinet, well, a load of cabinets on the wall and open one, reaching up to get something, which causes me to notice her top raising, and even more alarming situation of her jeans now literally hanging off her. I try to focus on her movements, mainly upper body but I constantly found myself being dragged back down by her jeans. However I do notice her put something on the table and my paranoia insta drags my sight to it. It was a pen and paper? Okay what where they for? Yet again, my mind scrambles for answer as the room fade out a little in light. My eyes snapping to the window as I notice her draw her curtains. Now James, you have two options, you either run, right here right now straight out that door, or, you stay, and whatever the hell is go---" My self discussion is caught off as fast as my eyes fling themselves further open. What the hell...

I watch her as she kicks the jeans to my feet, my head looking down at them and causing my brown hair to fall over my vision as I look back up. Now wiping my fringe to the side. The girl was now in her top and underwear only, and probably my hormones kicking in but I couldn't find myself able to raise my view from her waist line as she walks to a mirror. Striking some sorta pose with her hand running through her hair before turning and walking back. My eyes still glued lower down her body until I feel her hand push me. Making me fall back onto the sofa that was to the back left of me. My vision blurring until I re-calibrate it on her again, and I notice her taking the piece of paper and the pen, then climbing over my waist and sitting with her legs either side. Again, any normal boy would be in a fit of testosterone induced heaven right about now, then, there was me. Staring at her face almost in a mix of confusion and heat. My mind gone again and I literally can't think. The only thing running through my head at the moment was the possibility of this not being as bad as I thought it be.

My eyes follow her hands as the strip her off her top, leaving her in just her underwear as she leans over me. My body starting to lose resistance to retreat away from the approach. My mind unable to actually put up a fight either. I was, probably, completely at this girls mercy. I feel her hands find mine and she takes them, placing them on her barely covered hips. I blink however as she sits back up, then try to look down at the paper she had placed on my chest, I was still dressed so it wasn't that bad but the hell? I feel the pen push down on the clothing covering me and I give up trying to look. However she chucks the pen aside and leans over me and whispers in my ear. "Here are the directions my big strong man, let's see if you can follow where they lead you." She sits back up again and moves the paper, of course I hadn't moved my hands but she put it in view for me.

I feel her lips trail my neck and blink a little as she stops above my own. Okay... I look up at her still until she shuts her eyes and lowers her lips, coming into contact with mine I freeze and seal myself, until I subconsciously, not really with my consent, start responding to her approach. My own eyes slowly closing themselves. My mind was on fire now, screaming and almost exploding with orders for me to stop, telling me I didn't even know her name, and stuff like that, but this felt good, and was certainly a change from normal life. Maybe I could keep this up for a bit. My hands eventually slide up her body, then back down in a stroke motion, running my hands up and down her sides as her skin started to feel like electric. I can't believe myself, I had actually fallen right into the hands of this girl. I keep my action up however, maybe she would like it. It was doing me some good and it was only really running my hands up and down.

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He was hers, the instant that she had let her lips touch his he was all hers. That instinct that lived in everyone was finally showing itself in him, though it took more coaxing than she thought it would. Maybe his senses were dull, or he just wasn't as weak as the others. In any event she had broken him, she felt him respond to her kiss, wanting more. No matter what was going through his head instinct had taken hold of him and there was no turning back. She would make sure he would come back for more, this was where she excelled, after all, this was her business. She felt his hands sliding up and down her body in stroking her skin. A soft groan escaped her lips as she was kissing him and she opened her eyes to look down at her new playmate. His eyes were closed, how niave, and he truly was at her mercy now. The will to fight was all but gone, and she was ready to kick things up a notch. His hands still moved up and down her body stroking her, and her hands flew out and took hold of them stopping their movement at his waist. Putting her hand over his she moved it along the waistline of her underwear and than down her thigh, and than once more back up.

She released his hands and he continued the motion on his own. Than slipping her hands to his waist she slid her hands under his shirt and began to move it up his body. He made not attempts to stop her as she did so, and his eyes didn't even open. He was to caught up in this kiss to even notice the world around him. Finally she reached the point that she had to get him to really comply. Maneuvering her arms around him she lifted his frame and pulled the shirt off of him. For a minute their bodies touched her bare stomach rubbing against his, but she let him fall back ungracefully on the couch. One part done, now to deal with the other problem. She let her tongue slip into his mouth and travel around briefly before breaking away from him, and grinning like a devil she pressed her body tighter against his. His hands came to a halt resting dangerously close to her inner thigh, and a wicked smile crept further onto her face. He was getting into this, he would definitely be a repeat customer.

"Oh, you're so strong, I love you so much. I think you would be able to protect me from even the Capital itself. I bet all the other boys are jealous of you, they want to be as strong as you. You're smart to, you're just the whole package aren't you? Is it even fair that you are so attractive, smart, and strong? I don't think the world is ready for you yet."

Just like the lines in a play she went through her script. The same words every time, with slight variations for her female customers. Sometimes it got boring and other times, like this one, it was a thrill. Her hands slipped down to the waist line of his jeans and played with the button before finally undoing it. Than she got up from his body and walked over to the wall, and turned down the lights in the room. She could just make out the shapes in the room before her and she walked back to the couch. Putting her legs on either side of the boy she took hold of his jeans and began to slide them off of his body. Their bare skin touched once more, but this time she didn't shy away from it. This was the culmination of everything she had done so far. Laying her body once more across his she found his lips once more and pressed hers into his. Her tongue played around his lips, and slid into his mouth briefly only to slide back into hers. Why not play around with him, keep him wanting more. She pressed her lips into his again and slowly broke away from him. Her hands ran along his chest and ran down his stomach before coming to a halt at his waist. Playfully she let her fingers walk along his waist before she leaned into him and whispered in his ear. "You'll be wanting to try and read those directions now honey, they'll be very affective in guiding you along the way. If you get lost, just follow my lead"

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[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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I could honestly say that this was a change in my normal life, exactly what I was looking for today as luck would have it but I never thought I'd be thick enough to follow a girl into a house, without even knowing her name, or anything other than that aside what she looks like? Had I really become that defeat-able now? Okay step one was to enhance my backbone so I can actually check peoples names, ages, who they are, their history, stuff like that to know that I can trust them then maybe go into their house after. That'd make a lot more sense, at least I would run less chance of being mugged. How the hell the girl manage to get me like this anyway? Girls, was normally the last thing on my mind.

My hands freeze as she grabs them, my head becoming suspicious again and I get ready to move before she guides them along her underwear, then down her thigh. Well if she wants it that way... I give to her what she wants as my normal conscious just gives up shouting in my head, tired with my unusual lack of response. I feel her hands moving their way to my waistline, my body again tensing in suspicion until they merely run up the underside of my shirt, caressing my stomach and chest which weren't as built up as some other people but hey ho, I couldn't care. Why should I? Through this entire time I had been kissing her as well, merely matching her pace and flow. It was heated but not like, wild. Which was probably better, it allowed me to be able to judge her movements more and the fact her body was draped over mine meant I could feel if she got up or not. Having my eyes closed didn't make me totally useless. I could also claim that the hands where there to judge her leg movements, which, yes partially they where but honestly her skin felt good against my palms and I was more than happy to just continue, moving further along the width of her legs with every stroke.

I eventually feel her arms wrap around my body, then lifting me up and getting rid of my top, which, for some reason I aid the best I can. Eventually she gets my top off, and my body tenses as she lets hers brush mine, my body containing something that felt like a noise out of subconscious until I fall back, well, more of a flop, on to the sofa, and she returns to kissing me. She introduces her tongue after a few seconds and I welcome it, just allowing it to travel about with the occasional intervention of my own tongue before she pulls back. My eyes bursting open. Why was she grinning like that? What had he done? I try not to let on through body motions such as eye narrowing that I was suspicious, her body closing in on mine even further reminding my hands where still doing what they where doing and I stop them on the curve between the back of the thigh and the inner thigh. To which her smile becomes more pronounced. My eyes narrow now subconsciously until she speaks, and they return to their normal state noticing it was just one of her "things"


"Oh, you're so strong, I love you so much. I think you would be able to protect me from even the Capital itself. I bet all the other boys are jealous of you, they want to be as strong as you. You're smart to, you're just the whole package aren't you? Is it even fair that you are so attractive, smart, and strong? I don't think the world is ready for you yet."



Well that was, flattering, I guess. Though I was hardly strong, and far from smart.... Faaaaaar from it. If I was smart, I wouldn't be here right now, I wouldn't be topless, and I'd be finding my way to the district square, as my usual day goes, but nope. I had to go fall into the hands of little miss over here, and now I am here, being laid on by a 3rd base naked female. whilst I sit on second base. Well that was until she unbuckled my waist button, my eyes watching her hands ever move before trailing up her body as she gets off, and I follow her with my eyes again, I refused to let her out my sight. She'd probably go get a knife or something then prove that I really am stupid. She approaches the wall slowly I have to narrow my eyes for a little while to see her cause she dimmed the lights. Her figure now really just an outline until I see it approach the couch again and climb back on top of me, raising herself so both her legs where on either side of my body then yanking my jeans from underneath her, leaving me in just my underwear. She sits back down, her skin touching my skin fully and not retreating as she drapes herself over me once more and replaces her lips on mine. Her tongue running around my lips again then into my mouth, causing me to begin to respond before she pulls back, causing my semi closed eyes to re-open fully. Oh now she was teasing? Was that to rub it in that she had won?

I then feel her hand trial down my body, ending at the waistline of my underwear as I felt two fingers, probably mimic walking across my waistline. Then she leans down, whispering "You'll be wanting to try and read those directions now honey, they'll be very affective in guiding you along the way. If you get lost, just follow my lead" And that's when things really kicked off...

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[Anna Banana]

The room was quiet, not a sound was uttered around them. It was as if the world around them no longer existed, and it was just the two of them in the room. She had won another victory and tricked another pitiful fool into her home. The will power of man was so easy to cause to crumble, everyone had that desire in their hearts, sometimes it took a little prodding to get it out of them though. This boy was just such a case, he had been hesistant and untrusting, but a few words to flatter his ego and he was all hers. Sliding off of the boy her hands groped around in the darkness until they found something to put on. Sliding the undergarments onto her body she moved to a chair that was across from the boy and waited for him to get some clothes on of his own. She twirled her hair absentmindedly and wondered what she could have been had she not chosen this path to go down. No one really loved her, it was all superficial and out of desire, not even her family loved her anymore, her relationship with them had grown estranged. A small tear formed in the corner of her eye, and bringing her finger up to it wiped it away curiously. She looked at it on her finger tip and wondered why suddenly she was feeling so bad about this. A look of disgust crossed her face and she wiped the tear away on the arm of the chair. She was letting herself go soft, and in this world there was no room for the softhearted.

Rising from the chair she walked into the corner and turned back on the lights, letting them bathe the room in their artificial light. Walking to the window that was covered by the curtain she drew it aside wanting the real light of the district to shine on her home. Now that sufficient light was spread about the room she grabbed a shirt from the floor and slipped it onto her body. Not that it was of much use, it hung off of her body and reached only down to her waist. Slumping down in the chair again that lay opposite from the boy she decided it was time to get a name from him and get him coming back for more. It would keep her mind off of the sudden doubt she was feeling over her situation in life.

"Well, I hope you found that enjoyable, because I certainly did. Now let's get this part of the day out of the way. My name is Sunny Blessed, I'm not much of a fighter, I prefer to let my words and voice be my sword. Sometimes I find that words have a sharper point than even the best sword does. This is my apartment, if it wasn't already obvious to you, that I've lived in since I was fourteen, so about four years now. Suffice to say you're not the first person that's been in here, and you probably won't be the last. However, I would like to say that my doors are always open to you."

She shifted uncomfortably in the chair, the shirt rubbing against her body making her feel as if sand paper was running along her skin. Finally she decided to cast off the shirt once more, and as she did so fell onto the couch to sit beside the boy. Taking his hand she put it on her thigh and directed it to run up and down her leg. A simple motion, but one she was craving at the moment, she loved to have attention from anyone. That's why she had gone into this business, it gave her the attention and thrills she desired. That's all she was, someone who craved thrills and attention, and when she people didn't give it to her she lured them in. What would it be like though to just have a friend who liked you for who you were instead of what you were?

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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I quietly lay there, the girl who had coaxed me into this... Trap? Or was it even a trap? Well, whatever it was I was laying there with the girl on me, silence filling the room as I let my head fall back, not paying much attention as she slid off me. I had no idea how to react with what just happened really, despite not being a... Novice with girls I hadn't actually done much so that was relatively new to me, and I am not normally open to new things. Aw well, lets just enjoy whats happened in silence. My mind swinging from it's usual conservative, enclosed and paranoid state to something that was relatively open about the situation at hand. Well not many could do that. I suddenly here a knock and my head flings towards the cause, the outline of a figure scrambling about for something barely managing to appear in my view.

I sit up slowly and reach down to the side of the sofa, picking up my own underwear and getting that on rather quickly, then my jeans afterwards, not noticing the female had already taken a seat. I cough lightly and check my pockets for my inhaler, finding it but not withdrawing it then for my keys, which where in the other pocket. With the money. I eventually rest my elbows on my knees and conjoin my hands, letting them lean forward and sighing. The burning question in James' mind being what made her want to do this? In a world like this? What if she got pregnant? Then what? Or if someone took advantage even more than she'd allowed them to. I mean this is Panem, and District 3 was not one of the career districts for a reason. People could start to get desperate and dangerous as time passes. Then again this was probably just my paranoia. She probably saw things a different way.

As I hear my fumbling I perk up and watch the figure move again, this time further away before a light clicking sound of a switch being switched and light eventually filling up the room, allowing me to see everything again. Scanning the room to get readjusted to the light I notice my top at the end of the sofa, which I move to pick up and put on, the sound of curtains being drawn breach the silence that had formed again and eventually I am fully dressed. Watching the girl put a top back on then sit down in the chair across from me. My eyes scanning her body quickly and a more curious look overtakes me, there had to be something deeper, something that below all the seductive stuff was hidden and kept away. It was just a matter of finding out what it was. I perk my face up to make eye contact with her as she speaks, which was standard trait for me, observing the eyes could tell you more than what the body could ever say. Maybe if she let something lose through them he'd could capitalise, and maybe get to the source of this strange girl and why she was doing this.


"Well, I hope you found that enjoyable, because I certainly did. Now let's get this part of the day out of the way. My name is Sunny Blessed, I'm not much of a fighter, I prefer to let my words and voice be my sword. Sometimes I find that words have a sharper point than even the best sword does. This is my apartment, if it wasn't already obvious to you, that I've lived in since I was fourteen, so about four years now. Suffice to say you're not the first person that's been in here, and you probably won't be the last. However, I would like to say that my doors are always open to you."

I raise an eyebrow and continue to focus on the woman in silence, giving a small nod to acknowledge what she had said before diverting my attention to my hands, now wondering if that was an offer she gave everyone or an offer that was limited. Probably the former. Most people like that just say stuff like that to get you to... "You complete, and utter, idiot" I shut my eyes and sigh greatly, and here I was thinking she was just being kind, seriously for a paranoid 16 year old I don't pass off very good, aside from that. My head perks to monitor the movements that erupted from where the girl was sitting, and as I look to her body again I notice her top was once again off, leaving her in yet again, just her underwear. I can't help but roll my eyes a little to myself, trying to keep it hidden from her until she approaches and grabs my hand, getting it to stroke her thigh. I repeat the action as she lets go but I don't take my eyes off her. I try to almost bore through... Sunny? Was that the name she said? To try and figure out more. There had to be background to this. No way a girl would just do this up out the blue, especially if she wasn't a fighter. The dangers where just too great in my mind for that to happen.

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[Anna Banana]

It was a comfort to her when she released his hand that he continued the movement. It had been done more times than she could count, but this time it was different. He was just another boy in her life, but there was something about him that made her feel like he could be a friend. That was if he wasn't disgusted with her when he found out what she was. People didn't typically respond well to the news when they found out, at least not the people who had any decency. This kid was probably no different, he already had that questioning look in his eyes that said he was unsure of where to go now. Or rather he was trying to figure her out, but letting people figure her out was dangerous he couldn't let him do that. Once the walls were down she wouldn't know when to stop. He seemed so different though, not that she was in love with him or anything, but he was different. She didn't get that same feeling from him that she got from all the others.

She moved closer to him and curled up into his side taking his arms and wrapping them around her. Would it be okay to trust him, could she pour herself out to him? She had just taken off all her clothes infront of him and just now she wondered if she could trust him...irony at its best. It was odd though, she usually didn't have any "regrets" about her life to this point around anyone else. What was it about this boy that made her feel like talking about her insecurities. She was normally so confident and arrogant, but she suddenly felt so afraid and insecure. Maybe it wouldn't hurt her to just open up a little and see how he reacted. It wasn't like he could go anywhere right now anyways, she had locked the door.

"Okay kid, I'm gonna tell you something that I've never told anyone else. Infact I'm not sure why I'm even telling you, but I feel like I need to tell someone otherwise I'll explode. I gotta tell you fast though, like tearing off a bandaid, otherwise I'll lose my nerve."Exhaling quickly she took in another breath in preparation for her speech. Moving closer to the boy she tried to make sure there was no separation between them, afraid that he might get up and try and leave her. "I'm a prostitute kid, perhaps the worst kind to be honest. I've been in this business since I was thirteen and was kicked out of the house when I was fourteen. My family will have nothing to do with me anymore. I've lured people into this apartment since I was fourteen boys or girls it makes no difference to me. I get them to come back and give me money that I live off of. It's a sad existence, I never know whether people come back because they actually like me or because they want to use me. Believe me I'm not a pushover when it comes to fighting, I can hold my own, I'm just not as good as some of the others, I'm not Career quality."

She wanted to stop talking, but she couldn't bring herself to stop until she came to the end of the tail. Looking up at the face of the boy she tried to get a read on him, at least some kind of reaction would be nice. "Well, come on, yell at me and look at me with disgust and try and get away from me."

[Nighty the foamy squirrel]

JAMES WATCHER

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Well there where two possible ways I could see myself going from now, upping and leaving, which would probably be the smartest option or staying and trying to figure out this girl. This girl could be anything, she could be planning to kill me right now, and I am not doing anything. I sigh and let my head fall so I am staring at my thighs, some really just slowing down my strokes instead of stopping them completely. Well. It didn't look like I was leaving any time soon.Though I guess that's what comes about with curiosity, natural human instinct to find out as much as you can really, and if this girl wasn't going to argue with me being here then I am going to find out more, but for now I stay relatively still. Not really knowing what to say or do, just running the same thoughts about the girl through my head.

My body jolts the moment it senses movement coming from the side but all it was was her cuddling up to me, taking the arm that was stroking her thigh and wrapping it around herself, my eyes now scanning the girl almost as if a security pad would scan a hand. My body calming with the lack of threat and I eventually relax. Would she do this to like, to everyone who came in here however or was it just me? She felt tense though, her body sorta half rigid against mine. Then again I would be the same, but that was me, so probably not a good thing to compare it to really. Either way I break my gaze on her, turning my head slowly to look around the room again. My eyes running over all the underwear on the floor. How much underwear could you have in one house? Seriously? Who needs that much anyhow? An itch arises in my eye and I bring my arm up to sort the issue, rubbing it gently then lowering it back down. Somewhat a good distance from the girl.

Eventually she breaks the silence, making me jump a little as she begins to talk but I move my head so I was in adequate position to show that I was listening. "Okay kid, I'm gonna tell you something that I've never told anyone else. Infact I'm not sure why I'm even telling you, but I feel like I need to tell someone otherwise I'll explode. I gotta tell you fast though, like tearing off a bandaid, otherwise I'll lose my nerve." I respond to this with, originally a mildly pissed off look. 16 is not really a kid is it? It also very diminutive to call me a kid. Though I turn to fully look at her as she inhales and sorta, snuggles up to me more, wondering what she was about to say and why she did that until she spills.

"I'm a prostitute kid, perhaps the worst kind to be honest. I've been in this business since I was thirteen and was kicked out of the house when I was fourteen. My family will have nothing to do with me anymore. I've lured people into this apartment since I was fourteen boys or girls it makes no difference to me. I get them to come back and give me money that I live off of. It's a sad existence, I never know whether people come back because they actually like me or because they want to use me. Believe me I'm not a pushover when it comes to fighting, I can hold my own, I'm just not as good as some of the others, I'm not Career quality."

I stare at her for a time after she speaks, allowing myself to take in this sorta information before my time is cut short, and I look down at the girl now looking at me as she kinda orders me to show a reaction, the only thing coming into my head though was the thought of how much I owed her really, I didn't have much either so it'd have to be done in installments or something. I rerun everything through, picking out key points until I jam at the age of when she started. My eyes slightly widening then one word slips out my mouth "Why?" It was quiet, and sorta unconnected until I jolt myself again, trying not to move the girl or spook her before speaking again "Why would I do that one? Two, why from the age of 13 and three, how much do I owe you cause I haven't got much on me Well that question had to be asked sooner or later. Though the other two where probably not was she was expecting by the way she was acting.

Well now I was getting the answers I wanted, why she had dragged me in. Lets see if I couldn't pry more out whilst she was open.

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[OOC] Written on virtually no muse, sorry for low quality.