the perfect denial | darby

[Mr. Michelangelo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/uSyoo.png);][cs=2][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]is this who you are?[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]SOME SWEET VIOLENT URGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]597 WORDS[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]For once, Darrin was dressed rather casually. Instead of the usual black suit, he wore dark jeans and a black button down. Of course, it was still nice, but not that constricting black-tie-event clothing. Darrin had been raised to dress formally; just going to school had been made into looking your best. And he liked dressing up, it made him feel important. And for the club he was headed to, Darrin could be considered overdressed. Definitely compared to the women. He wasn't sure why women thought they had to wear sparkly sequined dresses that showed their asses when they bent over just to get a man's attention. In Darrin's opinion, as long as they had good looks and a good attitude, everyone would notice them. But apparently many of the women here hadn't gotten that memo. Not that he cared all that much; seeing women in such little clothing did thrill him, just a bit. Darrin edged his way through the crowd, heading towards the bar. His ID didn't even have to be shown to receive a drink. As convenient as that might have been to him, it was rather a danger to teens. But to them, a blessing. Club Vibe bartenders rarely asked for IDs, therefore allowing teenagers to get drunk. Whatever, that wasn't on his plate. It was something he didn't bother worrying about. There might have been a time that he had, but now all he cared about was a particular blond eying him from the dance floor. Finishing his drink, he set it down on the large counter and slid it over to the other side. He was done with the glass, completely ready to go dance. As he made his way over, he could definitely tell the blonde was pleased he'd come. She was exactly the sort of person Darrin had been describing before. She was beautiful, gorgeous even. And she wore one of the shortest black sequined dressed and tall heels. How could anyone walk in those things, anyways? They could probably murder someone with how pointy and long they were. Like in the movie, Snakes on a Plane. Some guy, or maybe girl, fell while everyone was running. And some old lady stepped on his head and impaled his ear. Quite a bloody sight. He couldn't remember if she'd gotten the heel free or left it there. Whatever happened, the lady lived and the guy had gotten eaten by the snakes. But why in the world was he thinking about gory movies when he was headed towards one of the hottest women he'd seen? At least in the club, anyways. She was definitely model-worthy. The woman grinned as he approached, and put her arms around her neck. "Elizabeth." She told him, causing Darrin to raise an eyebrow. What a warm welcome. Just her name? No hello? "Well hello there, Elizabeth. What a beautiful name for a gorgeous woman like you." He replied, grinning as the girl giggled. He'd been able to tell she'd like something cheesy like that right away. "I'm Darrin Michelangelo." And then they began to dance rather provocatively. After several minutes, he saw something about of the corner of his eye. Someone he'd seen earlier...Darby? He'd recognize her anywhere. Probably because of her choice in clothing, but that didn't matter. What in the world was she doing at this sort of club? Then again, students did like to come here, didn't they? He turned his attention back to the blonde, who grinned, happy to have his full attention again. He smiled back weakly. [/style]

[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georiga; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE[/style]

[Darby]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; padding-bottom:30px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ebtZW.png); padding-top:10px; padding-right:10px; padding-left:10px][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; background-image:url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz355/MuffinnCake/Junk/93f896b4.jpg); border:7px solid #282828] [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#282828; line-height:10px; text-align:center; margin-top:10px;]1,200-ish words[/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#dddddd; line-height:10px; text-align:center; background:#282828; webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; padding:1px]Darrin Michelangelo[/style][STYLE=font-size:28px; line-height:0px; margin-top:16px; text-align:center; color:#282828; font-family:georgia]♥[/style]

[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket, looking around. What the hell are you doing here? She had no idea. Maybe it was just the idea of being away from campus. Maybe it was the mild thrill of the rumor that Vibe never checked for ID (rumor confirmed; they had let her in without batting an eye). Maybe it was the other, even more vague rumor that that hottie from fourth period would come here tonight. Alas, she didn't even know his name. Still, it would be fun to possibly bump into him. But she had no such luck; the place was filled, but with no one that looked familiar. Except for was that Mr. Michelangelo?? ..Dancing with that tramp? ... How amusing. So teachers really were humans with lives outside of school. Who would of thunk it. Darby smiled meekly in his direction, before turning and wandering aimlessly over to the bar. Did it make her innocent to immediately look for a menu posted somewhere? Yeah, a little. Clearing her throat softly, she took a seat on a barstool, glancing over the colorful array of alcohol bottles perched precariously on the shelves against the wall. What a mess it would make if they all fell; especially with how some where balanced on top of one another, and the numerous rows there were. Did anyone ever open these bottles? Or did every bar just have countless vodkas on display for decoration? How expensively useless. "Can I help you, dear?" Ah, the bartender was addressing her. Darby's eyes popped away from the bottles, and she glanced once over the bleach-blonde model-esque young lady with a thin, black apron on. "Uh, yeah.." She started, thinking. Maybe something fruity. But not alcoholic. Shit, all she ever drank was water; she couldn't think of anything they might serve. "...Do you have bahama mamas?" The bartender smiled warmly. "Sure thing, doll." she chimed, turning on her heel to prepare the drink. Darby sighed a little, spinning some on her stool. The music played here was kind of nice. Eh. Wrong word. It was sort of up her alley. "Nice" didn't properly umbrella the crude, yet gut-wrenchingly catchy beats of the electronica-themed dubstep. Kind of reminded her of Skrillex... but nah, it wasn't them. She entertained herself with watching the multi-hue lights spin and strobe in the otherwise dim environment, creating a brand new atmosphere--a new world--that wasn't there during the daytime. "Here you go. One bahama mama." Darby spun back around, smiling once at the bartender, and scooping up her drink. It was a tall glass that was tinted blue, and the peachy, pinkish slushie-type drink inside caused the tint to look a little green. Pulling the straw up a bit, she fit her lips around it, tasting it. Ooh. Very nice. Tangy, even; very fruity. Perfect. Darby turned away from the bar, drink in tow, and headed over to the far wall to stand and people-watch while she drank. She leaned against the wall, sucking up the slushie for a while, before her head throbbed a few times threateningly. Gah! Why do you fucking think that drinking this so fast is a good idea?! Darby held the drink out of her own reach, waiting for the throbbing to go away. Instead, the pain subsided, but left a faint dizziness. ...You ordered it virgin, riiiight?? ... No. FUCK. And now she was really breaking the law. Darby stared down at the drink, thinking. Well... maybe she would just drink it... slowly. Yeah. It was too delicious to stop.. Besides... how much alcohol could they put in a slushie? Not much, right? Darby you're a fucking moron. Ignoring her conscience (which actually had a very definite, frequent voice), she took a tiny, ginger sip again, before lowering the drink from her mouth. Savor it. Don't take another drink, you pig. Just watch people. Grind. Yes, that's so amusing. Darby stayed there for the better part of a half hour, just enjoying being alone without being isolated. After a while, she started noticing some guys staring at her. It's your outfit, dumbfuck. It's your fault for wearing it and then NOT expecting people to stare. Well, it wasn't so bad. Neon pink skinny jeans that faded in a gradient to cyan blue towards the bottom, and matching pink Converse sneakers. On top, she had a skin-tight, rather thin t-shirt with a band logo for Avenged Sevenfold, and a cyan blue hoodie with cat ears on the hood. Eh. She'd worn "worse". But still, the guys stared at her. Took turns staring at her. Stared at her together. Made their way over to her-- Fuck, they're coming this way?! Darby looked up from where she had been pretending to ignore the three boys, meeting their eyes blankly, pointedly. Within an instant, they had practically cornered her against the wall, forming a semi-circle of about 19-21 year olds opposing her. Darby blinked, flattening herself back. "H-Hi...!" She exclaimed, but it was more of a "Excuse you?!" than a greeting. The boys smiled, but it was more like a "we know an inside joke that you don't know" than a grin. "Hey baby. We were just about to leave, and we thought you'd wanna come with?" Darby stared, taken aback. "... I'll pass." she muttered with finality, waiting to see if they'd back down. "Awh, don't be like that. I was hoping you might give me a little kiss... Darby flattened back against the wall further, clenching her teeth. Ohgod, this couldn't be happening. "Fuck you. If you want to get laid so bad, then just fuck each other." she growled; at least acting had made it super easy to hide the fact that on the inside, her voice was trembling. The boy scowled. "Come here. There's something outside I want to show you." He muttered, grabbing her arm roughly and turning towards the back entrance, the one that led out to the alley. The one that led out to the-- okay, she was going to die. Darby writhed, twisting around and slamming her foot into the boy's gut. Riding horses for eleven years tended to put a shit load of strength in your lower body, and the boy clearly felt it. With a scowl, the other two boys grabbed at her, trying to subtly subdue her. Darby twisted, trying to throw them off, but she clearly was no match for three boys twice her size. [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]

[Mr. Michelangelo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/uSyoo.png);][cs=2][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]is this who you are?[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]SOME SWEET VIOLENT URGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]604 WORDS[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Honestly, if he thought about it, Darrin wasn't sure why he was even here. The man rarely went to clubs. Why? Well, because he disliked them. He didn't like how close everyone was, how easily drinks were passed around, and the bright, flashing lights gave him a headache after a while. Darrin sighed. He was not like other men his age; ones who drank every night and brought home a girl just as much. Yeah, definitely not. The girl he'd been dancing with slowly walked off, probably annoyed by Darrin's lack of attention. Plus, she probably realized Darrin didn't want to bring her home--he didn't just grab random girls from a club. Annoyed, Darrin stalked back towards the bar, wanting to get himself drunk. Well, maybe not drunk, just a little...dizzy. So he ordered one of the strongest drinks he knew of, and gulped it down in just a couple swallows. His throat burned at the taste, but it was still a taste he enjoyed. It was funny, why did anyone like the taste of alcohol, anyways? It was a poison, but somehow had a taste that people enjoyed. There must be something else in it, he decided. Maybe something addictive, like nicotine in cigarettes. He had been about to get up and dance again, when a rather pretty strawberry blonde sat beside him. Well, for once he wasn't going the chasing, it seemed. Darrin offered a pleasant smile. "Hello. Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, figuring he might as well. Darrin had more than enough money, yes even being a teacher. It wasn't like that was all he did, anyways, he often wrote freelance as well. Making enough to be able to spare some and buy a pretty woman a drink. The woman smiled and nodded, relaying her drink preference to the bartender. She chose one of their specialty beers. Not something girly or fruity like he'd expected. Hmm. After talking with her a bit, he realized she wasn't as much of a skank as he'd already labelled every woman in the club. But just as he was getting into the conversation, really enjoying talking to her, he noticed Darby out of the corner of his eye again. She had a drink. What an idiot. He'd figured Darby was smart enough not to drink alcohol, especially not from a bar or club where someone could easily spike it...he'd seen it done to younger women before. But perhaps her drink had been without alcohol? Annoyed, he began to talk with the blonde again. She was rather intelligent...oh shit. Was that three younger men surrounding Darby? One of them grabbed her. Oh, hell no. "Excuse me." Darrin muttered to the blonde, who seemed surprised by his sudden exit. He stalked over to them, and without a word, punched one of the men holding Darby in the face. He went careening into the other, leaving the third scowling at Darrin. "Leave the girl alone." He growled, grabbing Darby's arm rather forcefully. Not leaving any room for argument, he pulled her towards the door of the club. "What in the world are you doing here, Darby?" He asked, trying to calm himself. However, his voice sounded rather angry. Darrin just didn't understand why she was here...but it wasn't her she was angry with. Instead, it was those men who'd obviously been about to take advantage of her. And no one had done a freaking thing. He shouldn't be taking his anger out of her, anyways. Darrin loosened his grip on her arm, but still kept it firmly in his grasp. [/style]

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[Darby]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; padding-bottom:30px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ebtZW.png); padding-top:10px; padding-right:10px; padding-left:10px][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; background-image:url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz355/MuffinnCake/Junk/93f896b4.jpg); border:7px solid #282828] [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#282828; line-height:10px; text-align:center; margin-top:10px;]400-ish words[/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#dddddd; line-height:10px; text-align:center; background:#282828; webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; padding:1px]Darrin Michelangelo[/style][STYLE=font-size:28px; line-height:0px; margin-top:16px; text-align:center; color:#282828; font-family:georgia]♥[/style]

[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby squeaked softly as a new fist was added to the fray, and before she could process it, her arm was grabbed again and she was being dragged towards the door-- By Mr. Michelangelo?? "What in the world are you doing here, Darby?" Darby paled a little, then flushed. Jesus, she had figured this would be a bad idea. And now she was going to be reprimanded by her teacher? And not just her teacher; the one teacher who she was in complete awe of. And now, he was practically scolding her. She could just die. And her conscious's voice wouldn't stop beating her up, either. What the fuck is wrong with you you're so fucking stupid oh my god you fucking retard-- "I-I'm sorry..." She managed meekly, not meeting his eyes and willingly stumbling after him as he pulled her outside. Oh god, his hand hurt on her arm. She had always had sore upper arms. It was genetic; her mother did, too. Any pressure on her upperarms was amplified in pain, and now, her teacher's hand was practically cutting off circulation. The pain, mixed with her overwhelmed mind, the fact that she was a little shaken from almost being raped/beaten/murdered, and the faint, light traces of alcohol now in her system caused for her eyes to get hot, and it wasn't long before a few tiny tears streaked out. Hastily, she brushed them away. Don't fucking CRY, you idiot! Way to make yourself look like a fucking flimsy whelp! She couldn't help it. She never could. Now what would he do? A new fear gripped her gut; he wouldn't... call her parents, would he? Sweet jesus, if her mom had any indication she had been at a bar... well, that was the end of any freedoms until magic 18. Darby glanced up at the man, praying her paranoia was just overreacting. He'd probably drive her back to campus with a few well-chosen, firm words, and cast a scowl at her once more before leaving her, and his reputation of her, on the doorstep of the north dorm. She was completely fucked. [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]

[Mr. Michelangelo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/uSyoo.png);][cs=2][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]is this who you are?[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]SOME SWEET VIOLENT URGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]406 WORDS[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]He wasn't sure what to think anymore, as he dragged Darby outside. His heart was pounding, and...had he been scared? Scared that Darby was going to get hurt? No. Ah, whatever. Yes, he'd been scared, for her. Who wouldn't? She was what, seventeen? And three men nearly twice her size had probably been planning to rape her. Probably kill her, too. Not the best thought. Darrin wanted to go back inside and kill them for even trying. He actually would have, if not for at that exact second, he turned and saw Darby nearly crying. The man completely stopped moving, before his face completely dropped. "I.." He started, but was unable to form words. God, he was such an idiot. Driven by impulse, he dropped his tight grip on her arm and pulled her in for a hug. He could probably crush her, he decided, from how much taller he was than her. Darrin could only hope Darby wasn't put off by all this, he was her teacher, after all. He might be good-looking, but that didn't mean people couldn't be disgusted by a teacher hugging them. But he couldn't help himself from hugging the girl before him. "Are you okay?" He whispered, looking down at her. It was that single motion he ended up regretting, for next thing he knew, his eyes were on her lips. And then his lips were on hers; he was kissing her with a rough passion. Oh shit, really Darrin? Really. You're totally taking advantage of her, why-- He silenced his inner thoughts with a grin he didn't show, and pulled away after a couple moments. He studied her face, hoping her reaction wasn't completely vile. That would be one thing that would startle him. If she rejected him. It'd never happened before, but there was a first for everything. Hopefully Darby wouldn't be that first. Ask her. He told himself. Well, he'd already pretty much overstepped his limits...so, why not? "Would you possibly like to accompany me to my home, dear?" Darrin asked, in a rather persuasive tone. He'd be damned if she didn't come. He'd already gotten half of what he wanted, but...as bad as it was, he wanted more. Once Darrin started something, he wanted to finish it. Believe what you want, but he wasn't the best of teachers, in the sense of what he tended to do with many of his students... [/style]

[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georiga; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE[/style]

[Darby]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; padding-bottom:30px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ebtZW.png); padding-top:10px; padding-right:10px; padding-left:10px][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; background-image:url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz355/MuffinnCake/Junk/93f896b4.jpg); border:7px solid #282828] [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#282828; line-height:10px; text-align:center; margin-top:10px;]400-ish words[/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#dddddd; line-height:10px; text-align:center; background:#282828; webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; padding:1px]Darrin Michelangelo[/style][STYLE=font-size:28px; line-height:0px; margin-top:16px; text-align:center; color:#282828; font-family:georgia]♥[/style]

[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby looked up as his hand fell away from her arm, and within an instant, she was caught in both of his arms, and drawn up against his body. Squeaking softly, she paused, before gingerly leaning into him; she had always loved hugs. And he was so much taller than her; she had always loved tall men. So... she wasn't in trouble? That was a relief. And to know that this somewhat stony man seemed to be incredibly deep was-- And then he was kissing her. Darby squeaked again, startled into motionlessness. It took her a long moment, before halfheartedly kissing back. What the flying fuck are you doing?! When he pulled away, she had a healthy blush, and she watched him blankly, her mind still trying to catch up. "Would you possibly like to accompany me home, dear?" Darby's blush darkened. That was supposed to be a red flag, right? So why wasn't she shoving Michelangelo away and making a b-line back to campus? That was a really good question. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was pretty much everything she looked for in a boy, except older. So... so what he was older? ... You know, in some other countries, sixteen year old girls are married off to men over twenty. It's not like it's universally obscene. Cool. Thanks, conscious. I'm using that excuse. Darby paused, before realizing she was gripping his shirt, and quickly dropping her hands. ".... I..." She took a small breath. "... Okay." She breathed. Aaaand you're going to hell. Shut up, conscious. Just enjoy the fact that Captain Sexy... wants to take you home. To study. Yeah. We'll be studying. [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]

[Mr. Michelangelo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/uSyoo.png);][cs=2][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]is this who you are?[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]SOME SWEET VIOLENT URGE[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]1069 WORDS[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Oh God, what was he doing? Asking someone he barely knew--and a student to come home with him wasn't a good idea. But when Darby accepted, he let out a breath and smiled warmly. At least he hadn't be rejected. He'd never been, but was always afraid of that possibility (Well...no one could reject Darrin. He was too handsome to be rejected.) Darrin wiped the smile from his face as he held out a hand to Darby, waiting for the younger girl to take it. When she had, he began to walk towards his car. He had to park a bit away from the entrance; it had been a rather busy night. Darrin finally spotted his black car, a Mercedes he's had since college. A high-school graduation gift, you might say. Feeling rather gentlemanly, Darrin walked Darby over to the passenger side of his car and opened the door. "Here you go." He murmured, looking down while he waited for her to get in. Once she had, he shut the door firmly and walked to his side of the car. Before getting in, he...hesitated. Did he really want to bring a student to his house? The one place he really had all to himself? Ha. Darrin smirked. Of course. He opened the door and stepped inside, glancing over at Darby with a smile. After that, he drove away from the club without another thought of what was wrong or right. It didn't really matter anymore; he was past the point of no return. And it felt fucking great. Like a thrill, you might say. Once he got to the point where he just didn't care about what he was doing anymore, Darrin well...he did whatever he wanted. He'd treat Darby how he would any other girl. Even if she was his student...but come on, that was way behind them now. Right? Darrin couldn't help but to think back to the Club, not even twenty minutes before. He wasn't sure whether he was scared Darby was going to get hurt, or if he was scared for her. Were they the same thing? Or maybe it was both. All he knew is that a sense of terror went through him, and some other emotion that sent him other to her 'rescue', though not as fast as he'd liked. Not really liking the silence in the car, Darrin glanced at Darby through the corner of his eye. "I don't think you answered my question, Darby." He said, keeping his eyes on the road. "Are you okay? Did those idiots hurt you?" His knuckles paled as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. Once again, just thinking about them made him angry. He was glad he'd stepped in; who knew what they would have done with Darby if he hadn't. She'd definitely have been injured. But..how? They wouldn't have killed her, would they? If they had, they wouldn't have gotten away with it. Especially not if Darrin had found out. Honestly, he'd had his eye on the girl since he'd first seen her in his class. She'd sat in the first row, and had been wearing that weird tail when he first saw him. Darrin smirked to himself, and chuckled quietly. What an odd girl. Very colorful. At least...she was happy, right? Then he thought about when she'd started to cry, just after he'd been holding her arm rather tightly. "Did...I hurt you?" He asked her, trying not to let his worry show through his voice. God, what was up with all these questions? Darby was fine--she wasn't dead in some alley. She was perfectly safe with him in his car. Though maybe it wasn't the safest place she could be. It took at least twenty minutes to reach his house. Darrin's home wasn't actually that far from the school--definitely within walking distance, though he drove his car there every day. But, it was still a drive away from the club they'd been at. It wasn't a tiny house, but it wasn't very...large. Simple with just enough room. Two bedrooms actually, though he used one as an office. It was a rather messy room, and he rarely allowed anyone in it. The only other living thing that shared the house with him was not one, but two cats. A male cat that was a rather scruffy tabby named Jon, and Sofie, a pretty calico. He'd actually picked the two off the streets. Glancing over at Darby, he spoke. "My house." He stated simply, opening his door and getting out. This time, he didn't bother opening Darby's car door. He took his time unlocking the house so she could catch up. Then, holding the door open, he waited for her to walk inside before shutting and locking the door behind him. Taking off his jacket, he hung it on a coat rack placed strategically near the door. He walked to the kitchen, hoping Darby would follow. Now that he thought about it, he was rather tired, and needed some sort of 'pick-me-up'. Darrin opened a cabinet, revealing many different types of alcohol--wine, whiskey, vodka, and so on. And many different brands and flavors as well. "Want some?" Darrin asked her, motioning towards his large supply of alcohol. Hey, he was twenty-six, it wasn't all that odd. He grabbed something random out of the cabinet and began to pour himself a drink. "It's not like I'll--" He began, then broke off in a laugh. He'd been about to say 'take advantage of you.' Chances were, that was going to be exactly what he did. "Not like you're in a club with three idiot men trying to bring you out back to rape you. Nope, you're with a somewhat-responsible person." He shrugged, glancing over at her, awaiting her response. "If not, you can look through the fridge for something." Darrin honestly didn't drink a lot of things besides tea, water, and alcohol, but he was sure he had something else in the fridge for her if she really didn't want alcohol. Milk most definitely; he used that to cook. Anything else, though, he wasn't quite sure. Maybe he had some juice. Probably frozen juice he used for an alcoholic drink, though. He pulled a glass out from another cabinet and casually stared at Darby, waiting for her to choose. [/style]

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[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby followed him out to the car, her mind reeling. She was going home with a teacher. She was going home with a teacher. She grit her teeth a little, staring out the window. She couldn't stop him now. They were both too far gone. Maybe everything would turn out serendipitous. He was, after all, a nice, handsome young man. She silently decided to just let whatever happened happen. And then pray for forgiveness from higher beings. "Are you okay? Did those idiots hurt you? ... Did... I hurt you?" Darby glanced over at him. "Oh, no..." She answered quickly, absently rubbing her arm. Yeah, she was a little bruised up. But nothing serious. She'd live. As they pulled up at his house, she quietly got out, glancing around. Following Mr. Michelangelo up to the door, she walked indoors, smiling a little as she noticed a cat nearby. She made her way over to the feline, stooping to pet it. "You have a cat...?" She murmured softly, smiling to herself. She pet it for a while longer, before standing again and following her teacher into the kitchen. "You want some?" Darby stared, glancing over the beverages. Maybe more alcohol wasn't a good idea. "Um. Surprise me. Just nothing carbonated." You're retarded, Darby. Well, she'd already come this far. Taking a seat at the kitchen counter, Darby watched the man, fidgety, and wondering what would happen. Hopefully, everything would end alright. At least it was a Friday, so she didn't have to worry about pulling herself together and going to school the next day should something go wrong. [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]

[Mr. Michelangelo]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] An amused smile appeared on his face when the girl bent down to pet the animal. 'You have a cat...?' Darrin chuckled at the obvious statement, but nodded nonetheless. "Two, actually. That's Sofie. Jon's around here somewhere. He doesn't really like anyone but Sofie." Darrin told her. It was actually pretty cute; Jon would follow around Sofie, but she rarely acknowledged him. He was like one of those boys that would do anything to please his crush...Darrin found the whole thing hilarious, it was so similar to one of those cliche love stories he used to read. Except, of course, Sofie hadn't given in yet. He'd be damned the day she did-- that would mean a bunch of kittens running around that he needed to feed. 'Just nothing carbonated.' He heard her say. Smirking slightly, he opened the fridge and looked in it, bending slightly. He had one of those old-style refrigerators; the one two-thirds fridge and one-third freezer at the top. And he was much to tall to be able to see into it without bending over. Not to mention the thing was loaded with food, a lot of which was probably long expired. After a minute or so, he saw some apple juice near the back; he reached back and pulled it out. Glancing at the expiration date, he grinned when he realized it still had weeks left. Which was weird, since he definitely didn't drink apple juice. Perhaps his old boyfriend had left it. He'd certainly enjoyed apple juice. Darrin turned back towards Darby and poured her the apple juice, hoping she didn't dislike the drink. He pushed the drink towards her and took a sip of his own, casually studying Darby. She was definitely pretty, he'd already admitted that. However, there was something about her that made him want to know more about her. To figure out why she was different than the other students. She might attend a school based on the arts, but he thought she was the most...interesting student that attended it. ooc: PFFFF I GOT BORED OKAY. TEXT ME IF YOU DUN LIKE IT AND I'LL MAKE IT LONGER/MORE EVENTFUL TOMORROW. [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; padding-bottom:30px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ebtZW.png); padding-top:10px; padding-right:10px; padding-left:10px][STYLE=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width:100px; height:100px; background-image:url(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz355/MuffinnCake/Junk/93f896b4.jpg); border:7px solid #282828] [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#282828; line-height:10px; text-align:center; margin-top:10px;]300-ish words[/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:10px; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; text-transform:uppercase; color:#dddddd; line-height:10px; text-align:center; background:#282828; webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; padding:1px]Darrin Michelangelo[/style][STYLE=font-size:28px; line-height:0px; margin-top:16px; text-align:center; color:#282828; font-family:georgia]♥[/style]

[atrb=valign,top][STYLE=margin-top:50px; margin-left:3px; color:#282828; font-size:10px; line-height:9px; text-align:justify; width:300px]Darby smiled, glancing over the apple juice. "Thanks." she chimed softly, scooping it up and sipping a little. Ah. Tangy. Brought back memories of preschool snack time. She really didn't drink apple juice, but so long as the drink wasn't carbonated, she was game to try it. Drinking about half the glass, Darby leaned back in her chair a little, glancing up at her teacher. She felt like she should be a lady and start a civil conversation. Topicing on what, though, she hadn't the slightest idea. She paused for a moment--just shy of being an awkward silence--before opening her mouth. "So... what do you do outside of teaching?" she asked softly, her voice bright, but faint. Abruptly, she was thinking about him kissing her again, and she was once more reminded of how obsessed she was with the gesture. In anyone, not just Mr. Michelangelo. Since her first kiss with a gentlemanly, yet relatively trivial boy at a school dance, she had fawned and flushed over the idea of kissing some more. Part of her even considered it to be more intriguing to her than to the average teenage girl. For whatever reason, though, her brief, yet impassioned kiss with her teacher in the parking lot was making her blush ever so slightly at the moment. OOC; No. No. This is the most beautiful thing I've seen in weeks. [Appropriate .gif] [/style][STYLE=font-family:georgia; font-size:13px; line-height:14px; color:#282828; letter-spacing:-2px; margin-left:13px; text-transform:uppercase; margin-top:14px; margin-bottom:40px; opacity:.4]template by oxymoron of back to neverland -268[/style]