Let it all hang out (open)

[Eva Teague]

Eva blew a big red bubble while chewing her bubblelicious bubble gum, strawberry. It was her favorite kind of gum and she chewed it every now and again, mostly when she was bored and had nothing else to do. It was something about the chewing that seemed to give her something to do and even calmed her a bit. She sighed and looked down at her bright red Ipod, the screen light up as she turned the volume up on the device so that the song that was playing would literally ring through her ears.

He met Marmalade
Down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said "Hello, Hey Jo, you wanna
give it a go oh!"

Eva grinned a bit, she loved this song. It was extremely sexual in a non vulgar way and Eva loved that about it. It was sultry and she loved all things sultry. She loved all things sexual, she always had. Maybe that was her problem she thought with a roll of her eyes. Fuck that. She was so not going to change that about herself no matter what anyone says to her. Even some cruddy teacher.

That was what had landed her here after all. Where was here you may ask? Here was Detention. She rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her dyed red locks and sighed as she looked around the depressing sight that was the detention room. She didn't belong here, that professor just had a stick so far up her ass from lack of sex and over all ugliness.

She looked at the plain white walls and the desk that was meant for a Professor to proctor the room and it just made her sigh again. She didn't want to be here at all. Sure she had said some mean things to the bitch, but she totally over reacted about Eva's clothing choice.

Eva smiled down at her wardrobe choices. She was wearing black leather boots and black fishnets but but that wasn't the half of it. She had on a black leather skirt as well and her personal favorite a red leather vest over a bra. Provocative? Yes. Did she care? Not really. She wore what she wore no matter the weather and nothing and no one could stop her.

She tapped her foot and the sound of the boot hit the ground hard, she seemed to be the only one in detention today and she didn't mind it much. This way she could have her music just as loud as she wanted and no one could say anything about it. Besides, if she was alone that meant there was no professor to look at her disapprovingly. Either everyone was going to be late or she was just going to be alone, which she was so not opposed to.

She stood needing to feel the stretch in her long legs, she shook her head and her hair whipped a bit and she just felt oddly good. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, but recently she had taken a liking to just living life and not caring about anything but having a good time. She was good at that.

She needed to constantly have a good time because when she didn't she thought and among other things she thought that thinking was just a bad thing for her and for everyone else in the world. Her blue eyes now held a bored twinge as she stood there and then spun over to the next desk to the beat of the music.

She grinned remembering how much she actually loved this song and sang the words outloud

"Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth, Color of cafe au lait," she said with a bit of a grin.

This was what she needed, some fun. She could have so been one of the girls on the Moulin Rouge, she would have rocked all of their worlds. She would have been the most coveted, just with a little shake of her hips and she would have owned all the guys in the crowd.

She grinned all of a sudden feeling more and more bold. Eva was always bold but now she just felt like being more so, she grinned and hopped up on the professors desk and twirled a bit her hair moving with it and she grinned widely listening to the song.

Voulez, Vous couchez avec moi ce soir
Voulez Vous couchez avec moi ce soir

Eva grinned and did her little shimmy around the desk, she was so happy right now and even if someone did come in she did not care, she was having to much fun.



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Muse: goood
Notes: She has so been begging me for this for months lol

[Damon Daze]

Perhaps it was safe to say that it wasn’t all that uncommon for the Puppet Man, Damon Daze himself to end up in detention all that often. He often spent at least once a week here. It wasn’t for what he did with women, or his manipulative side, no, it was commonly for mere lateness factors rather than anything big and bad. It was slightly annoying to the young man with the bad temper that this happened, but he would rather get caught for skipping or being late rather than the other things he did quite often around the school.

He was too manipulative to be caught for that, in his cocky opinion. He knew that he was good and he strove to keep it that way. Most professors that caught him were women and women were often easily flattered and distracted in his opinion. And the male teachers? Well this school was so corrupted that quite often it wasn’t too hard at all for him to convince them that what he had been doing was not wrong in the slightest and he should be let free, without notation of his misdemeanors. So in short, besides getting caught for being late, Daze practically had this school wired.

He didn’t mind detention in all honesty, it gave him the time to think and the time to cool down his temper rather than take revenge on whoever had managed to catch him this time. Daze was big on revenge these days. Usually, there was not another person in sight with detention, considering how inoften it was that the staff was actually competent enough to catch the students doing wrong behavior. It was also in part due to the fact of the timing of this detention, he always requested it so he could think.

However, today, as he made his way to the detention room, he could hear that there was another person in there. Wonderful. He sighed a bit. So much for his time to think. Before he could get angry about it, because Daze often found himself with his temper boiling whether he wanted it to or not really, he recognized the voice as one belonging to a female. And her voice wasn’t bad either…he approved of the song. Maybe it would bring promise of more interesting things? He could calm his temper enough to see, rare but it was a plausible possibility.

Daze slid into the room and couldn’t help the eyebrow raise if he had tried it. Or the smirk that was brewing on his lips with his amusement. That was certainly a sight that one did not expect going into the detention room, not that he was complaining. The movements were cute, and he could practically hear her music. It was the outfit that really caught his attention, how could it not? He was male and he didn’t hide his appreciation of the female gender in the slightest. Oh yes, he had a feeling eh wouldn’t be all that mad about this little intrusion of another person in detention.

He chuckled and entered the room, dropping his bag and taking a seat next to where his bag had been unceremoniously put down. He studied her for a moment, waiting for him to be noticed by the girl. She seemed to have a thing for red. Red and black at least. He was willing to bet her hair was dyed, but the color suited her so it didn’t detract from her beauty in his opinion. He watched her, being that he always watched people when they weren’t paying attention. Perhaps that was why he was so good at what he did. He knew he was, he was confident and such.

He finally decided to speak a moment later, taking the chance that she may not hear him over the music that was blasting in her ears. ”Forgive me if I’m wrong, but that desk seems far to small to be a stage for that talent” he said, laughter in his voice. He was teasing of course, but he was also flirting just a little to see how she would reply to the slightly corny line. Always test the waters before you dove in too deep, that was the motto.

[Eva Teague]

Eva was having the time of her life and she was in detention. When did that ever happen to any student in existence? She grinned widely just thinking about all the fun she was having just by dancing around all by herself even if her reasons for being in detention were less than fortunate.

She still was grinning though as she danced around on the desk and smoothed out her short skirt even though she knew it was going to flounce right back up because one she kept spinning about and two it was simply the design of the skirt. She didn't care, even though it was her provocative outfit that got her thrown in this detention she was not going to be upset about.

Eva's philosophy was that you only lived once and there was no point in covering up all the gifts that you had been born with and even though she was a bit slight in both areas they curved just right for her short and compact body and she was so happy just to let it all show for everyone to see. Well not everyone, just those that she deemed worthy of taking a peek.

She grinned, she was feeling so much better than she had for weeks. Ever since she had gone to Kalona's castle and realized that his side was necessarily the bad side she felt like a huge weight had lifted off her shoulder. She didn't have to worry about those feelings of whether she was doing the right thing because what ever she wanted to be the right thing was the right thing. Life was simpler this way and she was never going back.

Back to the point though, she was in such a good moodit wasn't even funny, despite the detention thing because here she was having her own little dance off all by her lonesome, as Lady Marmalade played well blasted through her ears she imagined herself on a real stage dancing and singing in a red and black corseted outfit. She would have killed it and she still would.

As she danced up there envisioning herself as a dancer and having a hell of a time doing it she spun again only to notice somebody in the room. Now, as a Red she had great hearing, so she knew that someone was there since this person didn't seem to stop her and she had her eyes closed, so she assumed that this person was a student. A student that didn't mind watching her dance, which must of meant that he was male.

She stopped then with one final spin her leather skirt making a big whooshing sound as it flared upwards and then back down when she stopped. She opened her eyes and she couldn't help the grin that grew on her lips when she saw who it was. Not that she knew the person or anything but he was hot as all hell. Eva loved when Hot guys seemed to just fall into her lap it made it so much easier when she wanted to hook up with someone.

He spoke and even though the music was going loudly in her ears, she could hear him clearly as he said that the "stage" was too small for her Talent and she grinned widely without moving the head phones out of her ears. She brought one leg up slowly and slowly high up over her head before putting it down. Then she pulled the headphones out and jumped down off the table her skirt flying up once more before she moved towards the desk the delicious guy was sitting at and shoving the headphones down in her pocket.

She leaned forward on the desk her head on her hands and elbows on the desk and just grinned at him.

"Well if you find me a bigger stage I will gladly do a dance on that if you like"Eva was one of the biggest flirts she had ever come across and she had absolutely no qualms in showing it. She grinned a bit and tossed her hair to one side and then spoke to him again

"So handsome stranger have a name?"she asked with a quirk of her brow, she was curious not because she wanted to get to know him or anything but because of the fact that she wanted to know what name was she was going to be yelling when they were back in her room later. She grinned at the thought. What? she never said she wasn't forward.


Words: 780
Muse: goood
Notes: Sorry if it sucks! and Sorry it took so long!

[Damon Daze]

It amused Daze to no end that it was simply his lateness that had ended the villainous boy in detention rather than his more…questionable deeds. It was something of an irony that that was what they caught him at. But wasn’t that how they often put away mob bosses? By catching them with something pathetic like avoiding taxes rather than the big things such as murder or plotting to destroy the city? The comparison only proved to amuse the Puppet Man further. It also proved to him, not that he needed the proof, that he was good at what he did.

Not that he didn’t have a temper of course. Which was why detention was good for him from time to time, it allowed him to relax. Or it allowed him to meet beautiful women. That was not often the case with his detention detours, usually he was alone and he approved of it being that way. But who was he to deny the company of a beautiful woman when it was so unexpectedly provided for him and practically dropped right into his lap? He would have been a fool, and Damon Daze was no fool.

He did not try to quell the amused smirk that brewed on his lips when he entered the detention room to find a beautiful young woman showing enough skin that it would make even a gay man take up and notice dancing on the teachers desk. He himself sat down at another desk where he had dropped his bag and set himself up to watch her for a time, to see what she was like. And if her dance moves were any indication he found himself very interested in her and the way that she moved indeed. He had no doubts about his ability to get her attention. He was a cocky young man.

He also was an approving one at the way that her skirt flared up when she spun. And then he spoke, all smooth and confidence. And after he spoke, he followed her leg as she kicked it up high, ah yes she had most certainly heard her and was just proving to enforce his early ideas about the type of young woman she was. The type of young woman who would sleep with him, if he was reading her right which he knew he was. Perhaps the type he could manipulate. He wasn’t sure of that just yet, it would bode more studying.

Her skirt flew up as she hopped down and he got another good look at her panties, not that he was complainging of this fact. Or the fact that he could see her bra with no trouble. He almost wondered if he wanted to try and play with someone who had no trouble showing off what she had, but then he realized that he truly admired her confidence, and that was enough to keep him sitting where he was and smirking about his good luck to be stuck with a woman in this detention. Even if she wanted to, by school rules she couldn’t get away. That just made his job so much more fun.

She leaned forward in such a way that her head was slightly lower than his, which pleased the alpha male inside of him that often brewed towards the surface along with his temper. Oh yes, he was certainly in the mood to do what he did best. She tossed her hair and with a move that was more calculated flirt and far from being an affectionate touch, he reached up to smooth back her hair with such an air about the move that it was clear he saw himself in control. He always did. Daze liked control. ”I shall get right on looking for one then, I look forward to the day you dance for me again”[/b] he said, just glad to say the words. Dominant male.

She obviously was a flirt, and very forward, but Daze could appreciate the manner. It was something he could approve of because flirts often didn’t mind someone else taking the control, in small doses and as long as they didn’t really notice, in his opinion. He grinned a bit and leaned back, for all the world a casual observer of this beautiful woman. He didn’t even blink at being called handsome. He knew he was. ”He does. But ladies first”[/b] he said, mirroring her quirk of the brow right back at her.