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Post by Haruka Kumori on Jun 10, 2016 14:18:20 GMT -5
Though poetry usually did the trick today she found her self and old violin. Yes she knew how to play very well actually but to be so focused on one thing for long was always so boring. Today was different how ever. She hadn't been able to release any energy of late not being able to find a certain track mate of late didn't help. Yes she was in a foul mood as of late and thought it be best to shed some way before she scared away pray.
Haruka grasped the violin carefully as she sat letting one leg hang over the metal she sat upon. Looking down at the empty theater floor. Sitting upon the upper bridge of the theater where lights hung below wasn't for everyone.Yet the blood jewel haired girl cared little of heights. Black held to her body as black jeans tightly wrapped around her legs only letting ripped fabric show a bit of both knees. Neatly ribbed might She add. As a black dress shirt hung to her body she let a blood red tie loosely hold to her chest as well. Buttons were open only to stop and hide wrapping of fabric which hid most of her chest of not all.
Starting to play she closed her iced eyes . Letting the air fill with the devils song. Soon her ears perked, to a sound something well someone had entered the theater , ah but who ? She aloud the tune she played still linger leaving a dark but beautiful sound float down to the expecting soul who'd arrived. Opening only an eye to gaze at the walking figure.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jun 11, 2016 0:26:31 GMT -5
The theater. A sort of haven to the snowy spider. Rarely anyone used it, and though that could be considered unfortunate to some, to Alice, it was more of a blessing. She disliked dancing in the public eye - well, that was unless a partner was required of course for a certain type of dance. It wasn't that she was fearful of being judged or critiqued or anything; she had received plenty of that during her strict lessons administered by her family far back in the past. No, she just wasn't too fond of being under another's watchful gaze, such as spiders were when weaving their webs.
A dark grey form-fitting velvet vest clung tightly to Alice's slender torso. Spilling out neatly from underneath it billowed a neat, white long-sleeved shirt that pooled into a knee-high frilled black skirt. A pair of black heels finished off the outfit along with a pair of black thigh-high stockings. Elegant yet mature and sophisticated was the air of the style. It was an outfit the girl commonly wore for musical recitals or performances such as piano or violin, not usually for dancing. But she was flexible both in her limbs and body and could still perform elegantly in almost any sort of outfit.
The spider entered the theater like a ghost, silently and with a sort of gliding gait. The sound of a violin melody became apparent to her almost instantly as she waltzed into the building. Now this was an interesting occurrence. Someone was playing the melodic instrument, yet who? Ghostly blue eyes washed over the familiar dim interior. Finding nothing, they flickered up, finding a figure illuminated up above the suspended lights. How peculiar. The snow queen didn't say anything; rather, she just observed in her typical analytical position, intrigued and amused both at the same time. It appeared as if another had graced the lonely theater with their presence.
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Post by Haruka Kumori on Jun 11, 2016 1:59:08 GMT -5
So shed been spotted. Haruka already could tell this girl wasn't like the rest. Of course games are more fun with a challenge, letting the music fade to a stop she stood. Placing the violin back in its case she let it lean against a bar. After all she could always climb back up and get it. Now for the truly fun part. A rope dangled not far off in the shadows of the stage. Taking hold of it she climbed under the safety bar of the bridge tugging lightly she let her self half slide half climb down .
Letting her black shoes hit the theater floor with an echo, which would worry most people , making them wonder if shed fallen. Though the blood red head walked unharmed just stopping before she was revealed by the dim light of the stage. Hidden in shadow she spoke. " I see I've stepped into another's heaven, I must apologize I didn't realize some one else used the threater at this hour. I am Haruka , Kumori Haruka ...who might you be my deer."
She knew very well she was still hidden, and she also knew very well what type of deer she used. The animal fitting for any of the girls at the three sister schools, a the term was used only on pray after all.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jun 11, 2016 13:33:14 GMT -5
Had the violinist noticed Alice's presence? The music had stopped; its resonating tones evaporating across every corner of the building even along after the bow had been ceased moving across the instrument's strings. No words were exchanged. Alice merely kept her gaze focused on the same point up above, that was until she heard another sound. A kind of thud rolled across the stage. The spider considered assuming the violinist had maybe fallen, but thought better of that slightly morbid presumption.
The voice that soon was projected apologetically graced the theater just as the music had. Yet another figure of mystery this was, it reminded her of a certain mystery pianist she had encountered while practicing here not too long ago. Perhaps, was this girl, too, a fellow predator? The spider wasn't all too certain, but she sensed that sort of vibe. Regardless, she loosened from her analytical position slightly but not enough to sacrifice her form or grace. Kumori Haruka. Just as in every meeting no matter the circumstances, the widow wasn't one to choose to remember names easily. If an impression was made and left or a spark of interest snagged a thread in her icy web, then the name would be granted the liberty to remain in her venomous mind.
"Himeno Alice." She responded softly. "And it is quite alright."
The elegant curtsey she gave next was mechanical and almost unconscious. Snowy hair slipped delicately towards the floor from the natural pull of gravity while the small twin braids swayed. Only a fraction of the grace was substituted for modesty. This choice of skirt was a tad shorter than most of the billowing ones she chose to wear. Granted, it was of a still proper knee-high length however. She rose elegantly from her bow and folded her slender arms across her chest, poised unconsciously like a ballerina. Icy eyes once more cast their ghostly blue light in the direction from which the girl spoke.
"Might I add, you play the violin quite beautifully, miss."
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Post by Haruka Kumori on Jul 15, 2016 1:42:30 GMT -5
" Miss Himeno ? "
Letting her self walk the crescent shaped shadow she spoke as feet tapped against the hard wood floor " I have heard of you , the dancing spider correct? My you are far more beautiful in person . "
Stepping out of the light in a bowed position she angled her head out letting the light glisten across her crimson hair. " such a lovely complement coming from you my deer but thank you I haven't played in a long time , I am glade you enjoyed it even a little. "
Letting herself rise from the bowed position she smirked , almost amused as ice eyes met iced eyes.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Jul 19, 2016 16:54:58 GMT -5
The widow kept her iced stance and composure, only letting a faint, single chuckle and a slight tilt of her chin melt through the ice. "I did not think my name was something recognized on the campus, even if just by a single individual."
To the compliment that followed, she offered a graceful and brief acknowledging wave of an ivory hand. It actually kind of surprised her that she had been recognized, much further, heard of. Granted, she had a sort of reputation; albeit venomously negative; among random girls of the school of being a sadistic heart breaker on campus, but even with that marked against her, that hadn't spurred any recognition of her name among anyone. Not that she desired to be recognized in the first place; she preferred more to weave her acidic tale from the shadows.
The mysterious figure then revealed herself. Frosted orbs studied the girl's features; the crimson hair, the way she moved and spoke, the smirk holding to her lips and the equally as azure-hued eyes. A predatory figure, she seemed. Alice did not encounter many predatory girls usually, but never really faltered in their presence. Although she disliked mutual touch in return, sometimes she would mutually play with them like not too long ago with a certain green-haired SCP. Let them attempt to work their charms and skills and both reap from the knowledge of the preferred tactics of the other and a melt of pent-up tension. Yet even that was a rare occurrence, and the spider still would never drop her guard in front of another predator just in case. The widow wasn't invincible nor her web always sturdy depending on what or whom entered her solitary frosted web. She had fallen to the label of prey a couple times before to a few predators in the past.
"Of course, miss. Quite an exquisite talent for it you hold, although I apologize for the intrusion."
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Post by Haruka Kumori on Sept 14, 2016 23:16:50 GMT -5
"Think nothing of it my deer after all it is nothing more than just a hobby, i only play if it pleases me. Although my words may offend some hobbyist much like your little pink puppy she takes hers of photos quite serious. "
Her words echoed playfully as a iced covered tease almost. She let her glided walk get her closer to the other figure the other hunter. " It is Ms. Mcknight you know is it not? she comes to my track practice to take photos and tends to run off around the time i heard there's a dance practice, if i remember correctly you put out word you were looking for a dance partner. all this is me assuming of course, but i try not to prey on others pray , hence why i bring it up."
Her smirk was one of a playful devil not one that meant to cause harm but if it did oh well. By now she was behind the window and rather close at that. A hand was softly glided up the spiders back hitting a chain that made a bell ring before she stepped away fully knowing she'd crossed a line. This was more fun than seeing how far she could get to the guard dogs back home. her death wish slightly visible now in her eyes she blinked it away. ' my my this girl ... i like being around her.' Haruka thought as she found herself near the shadowed edge. " I had actually played with the idea of answering your flyer. Though i might be fast on my feet i find the discipline of dance not for me, but i will admit for those who have the talent i admire it."
How suddenly she can change topics though if she sees any feathers being ruffled Haruka might just go back to the pink haired pup. After all it seems they have something in common they both like there prey with pink hair. Hmm she wondered where her Kiss-me had gone off to.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Sept 15, 2016 22:34:46 GMT -5
Alice held her posture in its frozen elegance, yet couldn't help but let an ever so slight twitch of her monotonous snowy facial features happen when a certain pink haired girl was mentioned. She hadn't meant to stiffen slightly, but suddenly, she felt a bit off-balanced in the silken center of her web as the mysterious girl glided among the gaped outskirts of it. She could feel the imaginary vibrations, and didn't flinch when the fellow predator disappeared out of her line of sight. It would only spell vulnerability of one reacted. Yet, as a hand suddenly contacted her back, and more importantly, the chain to her bell, Alice felt her nonreactive stance falter slightly. She had no qualms about being played with in any way they pleased with those of predatory nature, but she still had her rules and boundaries. And this felt like it was crossing one a little.
"Maybe you are correct, maybe not." Alice let out quietly at the subject of Jessie, having frosted over her composure successfully. Her frosty gaze shimmered with its usual malice, administering a glint of warning within their iced pools. She wouldn't bite, nor where her fangs bared. That would be foolish of her unless seriously provoked. "Although, she's not quite prey."
At least to her, Jessie wasn't. Not anymore. The change of topics received a habitual acknowledging wave of an ivory hand. "Is that so, miss?" She mused. Her brief tensed stance melted to her usual analytical one. She hadn't noticed herself, really, but she held the propped up hand that she generally rested her chin on around the bell that hung round her porcelain neck. "Dancing is a disciplinary art, in some forms, depending on which category of the spectrum you are consulting."
The waltz and ballet were of such, so was most others. There were only few that preached freedom of the dancer's moves. Like the ever-so intriguing Spica dancer Vivian's style. Though the spider wished not to dwell on her thoughts right now. She watched the fellow predator through iced eyes. What kind of animal motif befit this hunter of prey?
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Post by Haruka Kumori on Sept 16, 2016 1:10:43 GMT -5
A cord was tapped only slightly making a sound much like slicing ice. Of course this was just all a metaphor for Haruka was probably correct about the pink haired girl. Although this ice carved spider was hiding it extremely well. This only had Haruka amused more, yes this girl ...this girl is someone shed play with again.
As she left the shadowed outline once more the crimson haired prince glided a foot on the first thread of web much like an ice skater her eased step sliced firmly into the web, Haruka wasn't a girl to hide herself for long and since she was already known about she didn't care much for being subtle. It just wasn't her nature. Crossing the lines of iced thread like it was a weak frost on grass she found her self infront of the girl.
" Yes I did... Now I slightly wish I did , weather hard to be chained to rules or not... "
A smile crossed her lips as a hand rose whisking white locks from a porcelain cheek. " I'll be honest I am not one to hold out blunt words back... You interest me Alice. Much like your little pup has. "
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Post by Alice Himeno on Sept 16, 2016 14:01:01 GMT -5
Frosty orbs tracked each move the crimson haired girl made. Not out of insecurity, but the white widow had felt the vibrations within her web, and having nothing else to look at, the predator is where she would house her gaze for now. It had been a while since she had encountered a fellow predator such as this. The green-haired Cheshire Cat had been far more upfront and driven by a certain desire, and was in that respect much more physical in tactics. Playful yet impatient could describe her. The spider could begrudgingly admit she enjoyed that tension-melting encounter, physical contact and all.
The touch that swept across her cheek made the spider tense slightly in habit. Instead of pulling away, however, Alice leaned in to the predator's touch, despite not being fond of the physical contact. She wasn't giving in. Rather, she was letting the predator play; do what she wished. She could still sever her web if need be, so she wasn't entirely put out of control. "You might be proving...interesting to me as well, miss." Whether sincere or not, Alice had projected those words in her usual monotonous tone.
Again, the mention of Jessie slightly rattled the spider thoughts. She felt a bit protective of her pink haired partner. More so, when the topic of her came from the lips of a fellow predator. It was a strange feeling. But she wouldn't act on it. It would be unprofessional of her and unnatural to her own predatory nature.
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Post by Haruka Kumori on Sept 18, 2016 0:54:54 GMT -5
The spider plays along ? This had Haruka smiling only a slight hint of a pleased smirk Danced in the corner of her lip. Her free hand trickles around Alices waist feeling the tension she only gripped it slightly more, pulling the dancer closer her own pale hand caressed her cheek while her thumb flowed over light snowflake lips of the other girl.
"Maybe some time we should have a dance, ill even record some music for such an occasion"
As the thumb left cool lips she smiled letting crimson hair fall over her own iced eyes as she leaned in lowering to first lips but making a sudden change as lips fell to a ear. " But I may savor that idea for another time for now talking like this is just enough for me. "
Lips fell on jaw bone as a kiss was left. Pulling away her hand fell to meet the other around the porcelain girls waist. Iced eyes look at ice eyes. As cold yet playful words fell from amused lips " What do you wish to do my little deer? I see it in your eyes though maybe I am ahead of my self when I say this "
Letting a husked breath go she spoke once more " Bite me I dare. "
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Post by Alice Himeno on Sept 18, 2016 12:38:51 GMT -5
The physical contact made the albino widow tense as was natural of her to do, but she let the predator do as she pleased for the moment. Nothing provoked much of a reaction from the icy girl. Not the temporary hand on her cheek or the thumb gliding along her lips or the closeness of the other. Even if her weak points were by chance located, the widow wouldn't provide the satisfaction of a reaction. She was cloaked in her ice despite letting another play.
"Perhaps, miss."
She'd danced with another before, the intriguing dancer of Spica Vivian, as the mystery girl had came to be known to the spider, yet it didn't have the same feel as when she danced with Jessie. She had grown accustomed to their flow and how the pink haired girl moved. Dancing with another just felt...different now. Though Alice dismissed the unfamiliar thought.
A kiss to her jaw and the hand that had been on her cheek was moved to join the other at her waist. Alice just watched the crimson haired fellow predator through her frosty eyes, analyzing her. The words that were said next made those icy orbs blink in slight surprise. Bite. That wasn't something she'd really ever heard another dare of her. Azure eyes narrowed slightly, not necessarily in anger, but rather, in possible amusement or analysis. She could bite, yes, and while the wish to was there, the words prompted a playful; perhaps testing; spark within her.
Ivory fingers reached up and brushed against the tie of the girl's outfit before curling around it and pulling on it slightly, almost as if to draw the other closer. Whether the predator would pull away or not, she didn't really care as a dare of her own fell from her lips;
"Give me something to bite you for." She echoed back in her monotonous tone. Had she been any less guarded, she would have smirked, but her snowy lips held to their emotionless line. What would this girl do?
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Post by Haruka Kumori on Sept 18, 2016 14:05:22 GMT -5
Give me something to bite you for
Oh those words, her eyes melted into a seductive narrow as a playful smirk finally showed. She didn't mind being pulled along if it could please her later. As the other girls cool fingers slid around her tie brining the crimsoned haired tomboy closer as those words fell from the dolls lips.
Never pulling away Haruka let lips part ever so slightly to let husked words leave in a playful response. " Saying such words my deer... Can be dangerous."
Her head leaned down lips hovered over bare skin of Alices neck . " For wolfs bite as well. "
Her lips parted more for teeth to meet skin biting enough to leave a mark but not to draw blood. She wanted to mark her new pray not hurt her. Kissing the mark after she stood up tall eyes once again meeting the others showing shed do more if it was needed. Well..truthfully shed do more even if it wasn't this Alice Himeno ... Yes this would be another on her top plaything list.
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Post by Alice Himeno on Sept 18, 2016 22:43:58 GMT -5
A wolf. That was what this predator was. Alice only let out a noise of amusement as an area of her neck was bitten then kissed, letting her snowflake lashes flutter shut for the moment. Surely it would leave a mark, yet the spider cared little for scurrying about trying to cover such marks up. The Cheshire Cat had left much more in quantity, yet all had long faded now. This one would too eventually.
Once the crimson haired girl had risen again, Alice opened her glittering icy eyes, peering up through the snow-white curtain of her lashes. "...Pain is not something I can feel, dear." That was all she quietly let out before tugging harder on the tie and raising slightly on her toes to force lips to meet. It wasn't a kiss, per say, as much as it was a sharp nip to the girl's bottom lip. She would have bitten harder; draw blood if she wished; but what had happened when she had bit Jessie...she didn't wish to hurt anyone with a literal bite unless provoked or urged to. An ivory hand soon glided up to rest high on the predator's chest. The widow applied pressure and used the momentum to pull away from her own biting kiss and just out of the other's grasp in an elegant snow flurry. The tie slipped gradually through the porcelain fingers on the opposite hand before it was left to rest where it originally was.
The spider had bitten. Well, more like left a mark like the wolf had to her neck, to show her own acidic intrigue. Her guard frosted itself back over and she folded her arms across her chest with a stiff stance much like that of a poised ballerina. It was...amusing to play sometimes she supposed. If one looked close, a small ghost of a smirk had flickered across the edge of her lips.
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Post by Haruka Kumori on Sept 19, 2016 2:13:39 GMT -5
Licking lips like slicing paper with a knife she smiled . ' so this girl doesn't feel pain, interesting so If it comes down to messing with her ill have to use different tactics then usual. Though for now playing is best for this relationship. '. Haruka finished her thoughts just as her tongue slide back into her mouth.
As her new found toy pushed away to take a frozen stance again Haruka gave a nod of the head. After all she met her match and Haruka was one to honor that. She only had a few people she honored...and she guessed she had to add this porcelain doll, though she did hope to one day make her matches quiver under her. Letting a quite chuckle leave her lips she spoke out. " Well this was rather fun I look forward to meeting again. In fact. "
Tapping her chin she looked at the girl before her placing a hand into her pocket she pulled out a ticket walking over to the frozen ballerina she let the ticketed hand glide over letting the paper slip ever so slightly past fabric weather it touch a second layer of cloth or skin didn't matter . Letting go the paper held loosely by fabric agents the others chest. " Come to my fencing match this weekend . "
With a slight grin she winked . " I will be looking for you. "
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