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Post by Nikita Rain Jameson on Jul 2, 2012 0:42:47 GMT -5
She often dressed in jeans and a shirt when going to class but today was different. She’d been off her medication for her psychosis for a week now between studying for tests that she’d forgot to take them so was now in a little world of her own with some hallucinations. She currently believed she was pregnant with her best friend’s child which left her happier then usual at the idea of him coming to see her this morning, already forgetting the actual reasoning for it.
While waiting for him to arrive she sat herself on the edge of her bed, gently sniffing the air where she could almost smell Sasha cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Wishing she was back home smelling that delicious scent of French toast and eggs or maybe even pancakes. Then she went back to thinking of her beloved Brandon and how absolutely adorable he was. She couldn’t wait to see that gorgeous face of his. |
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Post by Brandon Novak on Jul 3, 2012 2:21:15 GMT -5
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[STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]OUT OF LINE, OUT OF LINE.[/style]
[STYLE=font-size:9px; font-family: georgia; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] It was only Friday as much as Brandon would have liked to stay in bed and sleep more after sneaking out and in the academy during the early hours of the morning Brandon did learn at least how to sneak about in classes even if he didn’t really care for much else when it comes to learning… yes he does love the knowledge when it comes to weapons, but he also doesn’t see why this training will help him. He doesn’t really want to follow in his parents footsteps. His friends and his adopted siblings are the only reason why he was still at the academy… if they weren’t there he would have tried to escape this place fully. He should have graduated this year being nineteen now, but he failed his classes. Brandon didn’t see the point of studying or see the point in course work. It was pointless he thought. He didn’t see why he’d need math or English or any of the other things he is required to take besides the training sure the place is full of gifted people, but it made him wonder how long they’d last in the real world when outside. They would probably end up dead soon. It is grim, but it is the truth in his head. He rolled out of bed, groaning and hair a mess as the alarm rang for it time get out of bed. He rolled over a little too much and fell out of bed with a thud and loud swears could be heard shortly after that. Brandon laid on the floor for a few moments before getting up, getting cleaned up, and ready for classes. He had showered, washed his face, brushed his teeth and slipped into his clothing dressing in a decent pair of jeans and red tee -shirt. It was Friday so he usually spent the morning with Nikita and walked her to class, but on the way to classes usually stopped for breakfast so he‘d have to head over there and get her. As he left his room, he grabbed his bag with his books in it and as he shut the door to his dorm room; his strap got caught in the door “Seriously?” he had yelled at it and opened the door back up. He thought something seemed to be out to get him a little this morning something just seemed sort of off for him today, but hey at least he could see Avery later maybe and that made a sly grin sprawl upon his face. He loved spending time with that girl. He couldn’t wait to be out of here fully so he could spend more and more time with her. He knew sneaking out to see her at night was a risk, but it was a risk he was willing to take. He was smitten with this girl and she made him feel things he has never felt before. Even thinking about her made his heart skip a beat. He worried about her a lot thought when he wasn’t there with her. She after all sells drugs so he’d hate for her to get hurt by some junkie and that’s why he had been teaching her to defend herself some it was good for them both in away. Brandon had been lost in thoughts about Avery on his way to get her a grin still placed on his face. He loved having friends here and tried to get on with everyone, he had even said morning to few people as he made his way to the girl’s dorm. He had walked up to her room and knocked on the door. Shuffling his feet a little waiting for her to answer the door. He was ready to eat his stomach was already grumbling and he couldn’t wait to get to the café to catch something to eat. He hoped that Nikita was hungry too. He wasn’t really looking forward to today’s classes. [/style][STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] tags: nikita words: 666 notes: [/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Nikita Rain Jameson on Jul 3, 2012 18:09:50 GMT -5
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Nikita swung her feet back and forth happily while waiting for Brandon. Then there was suddenly a knock at her door. She could already sense who it was and her stomach fluttered as her heart skipped a beat. She smiled and slid from her bed, smoothing out her dress once more and walking towards the door with a bounce in step. She was pretty much happy go lucky at this point.
"Hey stranger, I've been waiting for you..." She said to the boy as she opened the door to greet her best friend, leaning off to the side with a small playful smirk on her face. Not bothering to wait for him to come inside, she grabbed him by the arm and yanked him in, shutting the door behind them. Turning to face him once more, she threw her arms around him for a big hug and without second thought planted a big kiss right on his lips.
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Post by Brandon Novak on Jul 4, 2012 17:58:19 GMT -5
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[STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]OUT OF LINE, OUT OF LINE.[/style]
[STYLE=font-size:9px; font-family: georgia; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Brandon stood there at her door waiting for her to open in and his stomach was all rumbling he was so ready more then ready to hit the café and grab some grub before another day of torture sets in. Hell, it had already began for him and he didn’t think his day could get any worse then it already had, he hated when days were off to bad starts they always seemed to drag by for him . He could really use a smoke right now after the falling out of bed, and backpack getting jammed in the door… What next? He did not even want to think of what else could possibly go wrong in his day. Finally after a few minutes she had opened the door, good now they could go get some breakfast… he was starved, and his head was still a little sore from hitting it falling out of bed, breakfast would do him wonders. She had greeted him with hey stranger, and that made his brows shoot up, a bit… “Hey. Ready to go?” He had known she had been waiting for him they do this every Friday, and he would have been expected, but what happened next had floored him a bit she pulled him into her room, and shut the door… and he never in a million years would have expected her to do what she did next. It took him a moment to process that she was trying to kiss him and his eyes went wide in shock and couldn’t believe this at all. Brandon had pushed her away gently because he didn’t want to hurt her or anything with the shoving her away and looked at her his eyes wide in shock that she even tried to do such a thing… “What the hell do you think you are doing?” He had asked her…. It made him wonder if this is all she wanted from him and if their friendship was just a cover for her to get into his pants or something… she already knew he had a girlfriend and now she was trying to kiss him. Was this some sort of test or something? Some guys would probably give in and be all no one is looking, but he wasn’t that type of guy. He loves his girlfriend… it is one reason he sneaks out to see her. He wasn’t even sure if he should be inside Nikita’s room that alone may get him in trouble…. “You know I have a girlfriend… Why you would you do that?” he asked backing away from her a little bit… Brandon felt very uncomfortable in her room at the moment, and it was more then a little bit uncomfortable… He really didn’t want to be here right now and didn’t think things could get any worse besides getting caught, and he hoped to hell Avery wouldn’t dump his ass after telling her that Nikita tried to kiss him. He wouldn’t keep it a secret from her. He loves Avery so he’d want to tell her what happened, because if it slipped out randomly it would get him into more hot water so the truth had to be told. Oh, hell what a morning he was having and tried to pinch himself to see if this all was some sort of dream. [/style][STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] tags: nikita words: 564 notes: [/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Nikita Rain Jameson on Jul 4, 2012 20:33:01 GMT -5
In Nikita’s right state of mind she’d never think to try kissing Brandon like that because she knew he had a girlfriend and she respected that. However, she’d be a liar to say she didn’t find him attractive. Of course she did! He was drop dead gorgeous. She only looked at him as her best friend though. Her true crush was her teacher Mr. Grayson who was also taken. But when it came to greetings she often just gave Brandon a hug and friendly peck on the cheek. There was no harm in that, right? And now, here she was trying to get him in a lip-lock and he was shoving her away asking what the hell she was doing, reminding her crazy little head that he had a girlfriend.
All she could do at that was pout as she stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest like a disappointed little kid. “But…but what about our baby Brandon?” She asked him, probably sounding completely out of her tree to him considering they definitely had no children together nor were they ever going to. Placing her hands gently on her flat stomach, she looked down then up again at him. “It takes more then one of us to make one you know.” She said now sounding like some kind of jealous girlfriend mixed with a little bit of hurt.
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Post by Brandon Novak on Jul 5, 2012 21:02:12 GMT -5
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[STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]OUT OF LINE, OUT OF LINE.[/style]
[STYLE=font-size:9px; font-family: georgia; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Brandon didn’t know what he hell was going on and his theory of being in a dream didn’t seem to be working since he had pinched himself and he didn’t wake up so Nikita indeed tried to kiss him… what the hell? Was he in some alternate reality or something or was he still stoned from last night he didn’t know, but one thing was for sure they weren’t together and he had snapped at her asking her what the hell she THOUGHT she was doing!! He had a girlfriend and surely, hell would be to pay after this he was sure of it. It wasn’t something he could brush under the rug either….It wasn’t a mistake she seemed to know exactly what she was doing or at least he thought she did. He didn’t know she was on medication or anything of that nature nor did he know she had stopped taking it. When he pushed her away, she seemed to cross her arms over her chest and pout as if she was sulking at him for pushing her away. The next thing to pour outta her mouth was what about the baby and if he had a drink this would be one of them drink splutter moments, and his eyes went wide again… “ WHAT?” what the hell reality was he in now? A baby there is no way in hell he is the father of the baby was this some sort of prank to see how he’d react or something…. He was feeling all the more suffocated in here and damn now Avery really is going to dump his ass when she hears this story… he knew it… would she believe him when he says that it isn’t his? He knew he hasn’t had sex with Nikita they are friends and nothing more…he couldn’t believe this…. “It’s NOT MINE, NIKITA!” he had spat….he was getting peeved off at this game now… it wasn’t funny at all… Hell he didn’t think he was high anymore, but she was… What has she been smoking? “Listen to me… We have never ever had sex… I do not know where you think this happened or when but it NEVER happened. So, don’t you be going spreading lies about this being my child because it is not!” he said firmly trying to get threw to her. Did she sneak out one night and have sex with someone and thinks she did with him or something he hadn’t the faintest idea, but knew he wasn’t the father of the baby… he wasn’t one to just go sleep around.. He knew he was too young for kids and why would anyone want to have one in this world? He didn’t get it at all. Yes, accidents happen, but this surely wasn’t his accident. Perhaps he would want kids later on in life, but not right now that was for sure… He had backed up a little more reaching behind his back for the doorknob… He didn’t want to stay he didn’t want to know what would drip from her lips next. She even was placing her hands on her stomach as if she had a baby bump, but there was nothing there at all and seriously the dude felt like he was in some sort of dream or something, but it was reality…. Oh, hell, what if the academy gets wind of her thinking she is pregnant and he is the daddy… He would be in some deep ass water swimming with the sharks waiting to eat him up… he was dreading the idea of the academy catching wind. [/style][STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] tags: nikita words: 608 notes: [/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Nikita Rain Jameson on Jul 6, 2012 1:36:59 GMT -5
Brandon was getting pissed now and the real Nikita would understand why. Or the lucid one anyway. This Nikita however didn’t get why he was screaming at her all these things of denial about them never having sex and the child she wasn’t even carrying in the first place being his. It was all in her head. She’d never even had sex period and she’d told Brandon that on more then one occasion when he’d tease her about her ex-boyfriends or crush on their teacher. “Don’t try to deny it Brandon. You and I both know it happened and that’s that. I’m not making things up!” She almost yelled back at him as she placed her hands on her hips, eying him carefully as he reached for the doorknob.
Elsewhere, Sasha Riley - Nikita’s guardian - was cleaning clothes off the floor of Nikita’s rightful bedroom and as she picked up a load from the floor something fell from it and landed on the rug with a small thud. Glancing down, she lifted a brow then frowned, looking very concerned. ”Oh no, Nikita…” She immediately dropped the clothes and picked up what was a bottle of pills. Nikita’s prescription for her psychosis. She should have it with her at school not here. If it was here and not with her how long had she not been taking them? Lifting her head, realizing what day it was and remembering Nikita’s usual routine she’d told Sasha about, her frown deepened.
“Brandon…” Was all she could say before pocketing the bottle of pills and dashing out of the room, grabbing what she needed along the way before heading out to her car to drive to the academy, hoping she wasn’t already too late and Nikita had met up with Brandon yet. Hopefully she was still sane enough yet that she wasn’t losing it on her best friend with some imaginative BS. It took what seemed like moments before she got to the academy, pulling into the lot and heading inside where she asked several students if they knew where Nikita was. Only one assumed she was still in her dorm and she thanked them before heading there.
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Post by Brandon Novak on Jul 10, 2012 8:29:16 GMT -5
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[STYLE=float:right; text-align:right; margin-right: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; font-size:27px; color: #F0E2CD; margin-top:-5px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;]OUT OF LINE, OUT OF LINE.[/style]
[STYLE=font-size:9px; font-family: georgia; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] Brandon seriously didn’t know what was going on, but this was all getting too much and too awkward for him. He didn’t know how to deal with this at all… How could he? Nikita had told him about her crushes, and how she has never had sex, did that change and her not tell him? He knew it was surely not with him he wouldn’t cheat on his girlfriend. He didn’t think it was right and he really has feelings for Avery. He wouldn’t betray her like that and he hoped to god Avery knows this especially when he has tells her all this madness. He hoped those he was close to on the outside knew this too. He didn’t want to lose anyone over this, and he slowly continued to back up closer and closer to the door and the handle to escape this room. He needed to go… he needed some air… He felt as if he were suffocating in some bad dream was he going to wake up soon and find that he is being experimented on or something? Brandon continued to back up and his temper sure as hell was flaring besides feeling the insane feelings of awkwardness. How is he ever going to look at Nikita the same again after this? This was too unreal. Brandon Pffffft under his breath listening to her words. “I will deny it till I am blue in the face, Nikita… We NEVER happened. I don’t know where you even got this idea, but we didn’t and never will. I love my girlfriend and would never subject her to such pain… he rubbed his face trying to wrap his head around all of this he couldn’t come up with a logical answer for any of this except it had to be some sort of dream or he was being experimented on. Made him wonder if this was some sort of psychological test or something similar brought on by the academy. “You are indeed making this up, and you know what. I can’t deal with this I just can’t. You need to go see a doctor or something this isn‘t right…make them tell you there is no baby…if this is a joke its not funny at all…” He said turning the door handle to open the door. He wasn’t going to get in trouble for being in a girls room, and continued to step outside the door before he really loses his temper and shit. He needed air and a much-needed cigarette. Oh, lord he needed one or maybe twenty to calm his nerves and temper down. He didn’t know what the hell was going on and it felt as if he was slowly losing his mind. Brandon looked at her, before walking down the hall… rubbing his forehead as if trying to massage logical answers out of it. He didn’t know if she’d follow of stay there screaming at him he was too lost in all his thoughts trying to process everything he didn’t even notice her guardian coming. Studying monsters and how to kill them he is cool with even thought he thinks the world is going to shit and why bother fighting, but one of his good friends claiming they are together and have been in a sexual way and are having a baby he couldn’t and he wasn’t being one of them guys that just flees for real he knows it never happened and just can’t deal with what’s going on. It’s too much. [/style][STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] tags: nikita words: 590 notes: [/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Nikita Rain Jameson on Jul 11, 2012 14:57:08 GMT -5
Nikita wished she could say this was all some big joke to calm him down - which she doubted would work anyway - but it wasn’t. She was dead serious and all he was doing was hurting her feelings denying everything and saying he loved his girlfriend. Then he backed up more into the door looking for some sort of escape like a deer caught in headlights. It just hurt her more. Then he told her she needed to see a doctor? Why? Because he thought she was crazy or because of the baby? She just looked incredibly confused and on the verge of crying which she began to do when he left the room, plopping back down onto her bed not knowing what else to do. The father of her unborn child walked out on her claiming his love for another and telling her she was practically nuts.
Rushing down the hall towards Nikita’s room, Sasha carried her meds in her pocket with her purse hung over her shoulder, bumping into students left and right. She apologized each time but was in too much of a hurry to slow down. She then eventually found herself bumping straight into Brandon who looked like they could need a smoke. “Brandon!” She exclaimed, looking relieved and worried at the same time. “I’m so glad to have run into you. Have you seen Nikita? Is she doing alright?” That was then when she noticed the condition the boy seemed to be in himself. Her frown deepened. “Are you alright?” She asked as it seemed like he just saw a ghost of some sort. They were close by Nikita’s room when she ran into him and wondered if perhaps the two friends got into some sort of fight? Oh no, she was acting up already, wasn’t she? It wasn’t like her to flip out on her best friend like that so something had to be up.
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Post by Brandon Novak on Jul 14, 2012 22:43:02 GMT -5
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