of the apocalypse - jared

[NINA SIMONE BORDWELL]

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Hypnosis was something that Nina had always found perturbing but that didn’t mean she would shy away from it. The most effective way that she projected her wishes across was to have direct eye contact with the people or persons that she wanted to infiltrate. Usually, her voice was worked into a low purr and something like a sexual charge would fuel the air. It seemed sensual, when really Nina just worked them into such a trance so that they would have less room to protest. If she was giving them a sultry stare and mewling out her words then it really seemed like she had been sharing some naughty secret that they were eager to get a hold of. But she had already had enough of latching her desires onto people. Just a little earlier she had directed one of her teachers into their empty classroom, rested her hand questioningly on their arm, and coyly suggested that they push back her American History project. Right after she had locked eyes with a notable senior girl, silently expressing her envy at the bag that was hanging off her arm. Only a minute later Nina strutted back to her dormitory with a pricy and fashionable bag hanging off of her arm Nina didn’t feel too much shame when she worked someone under her trance. A blip of guilt would settle in what she guessed to be her conscious but she would rip it furiously up, like it was an unwanted weed placed in her prideful garden. The reason that she hadn’t demanded they include her in their entourage was because she was tired of using manipulation that did not come to her naturally. Instead, she wanted to prowl down the street, donning her clothes that she hadn’t spent a dime on, and look at a fellow through her eyelashes, acting like she was embarrassed of the situation that she was stranded in. Nina had powers of natural manipulation that had stemmed and blossomed fully before she had come to discover how heavily her gift of hypnosis could leave an impact on someone. Nina had too many people pinned under her trance, still religiously believing that they had to comply to her every whim and will. That wasn’t the way she wanted it to be, she had never even thought the effect of her powers would be lingering. Nina may have been a person who lived without shame but she still had human feelings, a conscious that would react accordingly when she committed a wrongdoing. Wrong was the way that Nina lived her life. To having some right placed before her would have left her utterly confused. Never before had she been gifted with something good that would make her wish to work toward accomplishing a better image of herself. Jared could have been considered one of the best things in her life, but even then things between them were casual and they didn’t have anything solid to them. So, to make it to the party she was going to use the resources that were at her fingertips. There would be no hypnosis, no trances, and no feelings a hint of shame at her choices afterward. Nina had a charm that made people turn heads and even at fifteen she knew that she could use it to her advantage. She was not someone who would deny her attractiveness, but rather smugly acknowledge it and then wield it as a weapon. Boys were her prey, that’s all they had ever been. Nina was the lioness, prowling on the plains, stalking after the caribou that were unknowing of the predator that closely lay near them. She had the clacking of her outrageously tall heels to pose as the trigger to catch anyone’s attention. On the street she was currently strutting her way down plenty of guys were present, seemingly swept up in things but really paying mind to the girls who tried to navigate around them without being addressed in a derogatory fashion. Nina was never the one that would nastily glare at them, uttering some witty remark that caused them to scowl and amble off. Most of the time she would end up humoring them, allowing them to grope at her and utter sayings that were meant to be sexy but came across as pedophilic. In the end she would have them easily caught under her charm, soon wooed by the sensual stare she aimed their way. But this time Nina was using the swagger that she had inherited from her mother. It all seemed casual, the way she locked her fingers into the belt loops of the handsome stranger, and how she pursed her lips and peeked at him through a curtain of thick eyelashes. There was no hypnosis to aid her, make the challenge that she had set upon herself easier. Still, she was placing her nearly exposed rump in the front seat of the young man’s –twenty two to be exact- swanky car, prepared to arrive at the party with eyes straining to see her entrance. There was not a damn thing that was going to be remarkable about this party. As always, it would be placed in someone’s shabby apartment, with cheap booze, shoddy music, and a raging crowd that promised injury if one stood too still for long enough. Nina had suffered many injuries as a result from having something think they could play catch with a vase or ram rowdily into someone without any thought of the consequences. When it came to such parties, she felt like she was a seasoned professional and understood the ropes as well as any partier senior would. School had begun and as a freshman she hadn’t exactly been welcome into the social scene. Nina was more assertive then most of the timid fifteen year olds, shamelessly shoving and clawing her way to wherever she pleased. Her pretty little ability of hypnosis also gave her a nice advantage over anyone who thought that they could try and trump her. Nina might have shown that being at the top of the societal ladder was what she deserved but many of the upperclassmen were bitter towards accepting such fresh meat. Spite and hatred fueled Nina, urging her to soar higher even though she was tired of gliding her way by. Her ride dropped her off at the end of the curb, giving her the chance to strut down the street that surged with noise, and turn even more heads her way. She shoved carelessly through a gaggle of girls who were wasted, splayed out on the front porch. Authorities never came by this part of Grace, nothing could stop the consistent partying that occurred her. “The party has arrived,” Nina said under her breath as she stepped through the door, a smug look on her face as she stepped over a puddle of vom and delved deeper into the house. It was only midnight, the night was young and the pulsating beat of dubstep would keep her going all night long. [/style]

[JARED LIAM ROBINSON]

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With his hands in his back pockets, Jared swung the door into the shabby apartment for their so called party. With his new friends in higher places, he was able to snag the dates and venues of all the parties. Not that they were all great, but they were still parties. Opportunities interact and to socialize with his peers. It was also a chance to get his hands on some liquor or cigs. Often times it was hard to get them on the island, since they were banned. He knew a lot of people didn't have a conscious when it came to using their power and often used it to manipulate others to get what they want. A good example, lets say, was his room mate and long time friend, Nina, which he expected to be at this party. Actually, he'd be quite surprised if she wasn't. The two seemed to be in sync when it came to the whole party, drugs, sex scene. They had reached the same milestones at the same time, and he had to admit, there were some unsolved feelings there.

Shabby party was shabby. It was typical, no doubt. Pumping music, cheap liquor, you know. The usual. He didn't mind though. The promise of a good time reeked in the air. He quickly made his beeline toward the liquor, which he very much missed. Helping himself to a beer, he eyed the crowd. Older, much older than his usual freshman crowd. There were a few good looking folks in there, both boys and girls. He made a mental note to help himself to one of them later ... perhaps once he had a more toxins in his body.

He made himself comfortable on a ripped up couch. It's not surprising seeing that no one other than the teachers and custodians held jobs on the island. Beside him, a junior couple who very much had the intention to shove each others tongues down their throats. As if that was sexy. Maybe after a hit, but not when he was sober like this. He cringed a bit, turned away and glugged down some of his beer. The bitter taste was refreshing to feel in his throat once more. He remembered his first sip of beer and how much he hated it. Now he couldn't get enough. But he had to take it slow. The idea of a hangover was not appealing to him right now. Jared was not one to take a hangover well. In fact, he hates it so much, he tends to dim the lights on everything. It drives other people crazy, since they can barely see, but Jared did not want to face all the lights, even if he was wearing sunglasses.

Once he was nearly finished the beer, he shot the rest of it up in his mouth and slapped the cup on the side table before getting up and making his way into the dance floor where high and drunk people swayed uncontrollably to the pounding bass. Jared moved his way right into the middle, where the most action was happening. Girls and boys of all grades ground up against him. He wasn't one to complain. He liked it. His hands floated above his head and he jumped to the rhythm until he got a bit dizzy. With that, he stumbled his way out of the mayhem where he heard a familiar voice.

The party arrived, eh? Oh that must be Nina. He looked toward the entrance to see a familiar face with long, luscious hair. He was a sucker for lots of hair. "Nina, Nina. My Nina!" he chanted as he made his way over to her with his hands in his pockets. "Nice of you to finally show up. It's midnight already. I have missed you." A large smile appeared on his face to reveal his deep-set dimples. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Nina knew what she wanted and used her power to get it. Jared admired that very much and it turns him on. There was something about getting what you want and a powerful woman that got him all excited. He admired them very much. But thing was, he loved the single life. And there was no way he was going to settle down with just one person unless he was serious about them. And well ... neither Jared nor Nina were the type to choose one person and commit all their time to them. In fact, he would be surprised if either of them got together with someone in the near future. That of course, would drive Jared mad if Nina chose someone beside himself.

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OOC: HOORAY!

[NINA SIMONE BORDWELL]

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[JARED LIAM ROBINSON]

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Around him, half-drunken girls eye-balled Jared. He noticed them too, but only to a degree. Their presence did not phase him at all. In fact, he liked the consideration and used it to ignite the flames that rested in his torso. There was only one girl for him at this party. Nina had made her rounds, going to these gatherings on a weekly basis. There was nothing about it that left him astonished. She was a part of the regular party crowd, as so was Jared. The two seemed made for each other, and yet they were ignorant to see it. He can recall the numerous times that they had taken care of each other after long nights of getting high and intoxicated. Well, Nina taking care of him. She tended to stay sober during these events. He imagined because she'd want to be in full control. And let me tell you, Nina always was when it came to Jared. It was like he was a small play thing to her. He didn't mind though. He liked the mind games.

Jared played mind games too. You know, he likes to take girls (and the occasional boy) home too, it's just that most of the time, Nina was home too. So he refrains from going to his dorm on most occasions they're out. Instead, he would do his business in the another dormitory ... or in the party house ... or in the sheds. It was a fun thing to him, although he was young. It didn't really stop him. His circle of friends promised him a long, healthy life. Many of them could heal him in an instant. Other can teleport you to a hospital, where you could get help. And besides, Jared was careful. He knew all the ins and outs. No problem there. This was just for fun, and he could really care less about what other people thought about his morals. Similar to Nina, he knew what he wanted and will get it.

Shivers groped him as they made their way down his back. She had cooed his name, although he didn't let her see that it made him nervous. Her husky tone had etched a half-smile on his face. Fingers lingered on the edge of his shirt and beckoned him closer to her. Blood rushed a bit to his feet as caught a whiff of her hair. Everyone knew he was a sucker for a lot of hair. Jared stood a whole head taller, which was a great point of leverage, but Nina still was able to mess with him. His breath was cut short as a soft peck had reached the corner of his mouth. He was desperate for more. Jared swiped in for another kiss, but Nina insisted on talking. He'd have to get some of that later. The night is young? Jared replied by resting one of his hands on her butt and pulling her gently toward himself. "You're right about that." he said as she pulled him closer. Bodies pressed together, Jared felt the warmth of her body on his.

Jared's other hand ran down the length of her arm, while his other hand squeezed her butt gently. Jared was an ass-man, no doubt. With tender care, he took a few steps forward to lean themselves up against a wall. She was like a china doll in these first stages of foreplay. Fragile and magnificent at the same time. His hand that had rested on her butt moved up toward the hallow of her back and the other rested on the wall. Their faces were close and Jared could smell her perfume, which he had to say, drove him crazy.

He remembered Nina in elementary and middle school. She often smelt a lot like her house, which was there often. Jared would take a big whiff of the smell every time he went to her house. It was just one of those smells. But now that they lived in Grace, he no longer smelt it. Instead, she insisted on driving him even crazier with her own personal perfume that seemed to have its own signature. Maybe it was the beer, but she smelled extra fine tonight.

A soft laugh escaped from behind his large smile and he kissed Nina on the nose. His body leaned into hers, conforming to every crook. The music pumped loudly around them and it seemed to fuel the mood. It wasn't exactly music from the A-List, but it was hard hitting enough to remind them that they were not alone.

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OOC: Sorry, it's a bit shorter! D: