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Author:	Maude [ Mon Apr 20, 2009 10:13 am ]
Post subject:	Deliberation(Calidare)
"I've been thinking about it for awhile and yet to come up with anything on my own," it was around the corners of her eyes that she kept rubbing while pinching her nose as she spoke to herself. It had been stressful to decide on what reason she becoming to this school without any idea to follow through. From the trip to the land, it had been a vacant thought, and now it lead her to this spot. Situated in front of a desk, there stood a formal lady, monitoring a screen with respectable interest in both her subject and that obscured from Maude's view. A slimmer of hope was of her profile. "I need the help, if you knew already by looking?" This tall specimen of a girl was leaning forwards now showering the scene behind the monitor with her sky-colored gaze. A small moment of glowering from the receptionest took her by surprise and she feigned retreat by holding up her hands. Settled at either side of her were anchored bags of clothes, equipment, and fundamental luggage stuffs. If she were falling back to find someone else to bother, she probably be squatting down now to retrieve said bags, but definitly appears to not be the case. The lady at the desk sighed, gave a point to indicate something, and then cocked her head a few times in that direction to make her point clear to scram. Bitting down on the corner of her mouth to not rebuke this incident, she moved on silently, after retrieving the twin blue bags at the counter's base. Coming up a hall is a tall, lean, girl with a pair of dirty white sneakers, a formally good pair jeans that had also mishappened upon whatever soiled her shoes, and a denim jacket that appears to be covering a woolen or just thick orange brown shirt beneath. The school uniform had best be within the luggage strapped around her shoulders. There was a slight flicker to the light above her head, giving her pause to stare at it, but otherwise nothing of note occuring. Well, perhaps to the exception of something scurrying overhead, but that could have been the current of electricity returning to the hovel above as the light returned to its natural illumination. "Uh-huh," is acknoledged by the strange light show while walking further down the hall. A minute or so goes by, taking the passage scene by scene for what rooms come along side. A class here, a full assembly there, and a group of interested parties over yonder gossiping of some current import. She could catch a few things, some that were casual, others that made her even hesitate to progress further but to stop and listen. Something about attacks on campus being rumored; strange shapes, forming sands, walking trees, singing fairies, and more. All enough to raise a brow and nod your head to while passing by. A bell tolls in one room, yet more people filling out in the hall, and groups more intimate with their conversation give rise around her. Avoiding the current of fellow students by taking a classroom opposite, she enters. Except, this one tends to be occupied. "Uh, sorry. Looking for someone, like a guidance counsular? Know anyone by that nature?" She holds her hand up, freeing it of one bag that sat on a student's desk, and gives observation to the person.

Author:	Calidare [ Wed Apr 22, 2009 2:51 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
Kicking my feet up on the desk and relaxing in a classroom that was rarely used on campus, opening the school paper I began to read. I had heard the headmaster wanted to stop the school campus paper because one of the writers for the paper, was writing about monsters on campus raping the students. Even though what the student had wrote was true, most of the students on campus chalked it off as fantasy writing, in truth only 1 to 3 percent of the students have encountered the creatures of the island and the rest of the students hearing about these tales believed those students where under to much stress from all the school work or just cant take the isolation of the island. The last period bell had rang, when a student with bags in her hands, dressed in casual clothing slipped into the classroom. It was apparent she that she duct into the room to avoid the crowd massing out in the hallway. I noted her short hair and the denim jacket and jeans with a pair of soiled sneakers and not being in the school uniform. At a glance I could tell she had just arrived at the school. I notice her sigh of relief when she came in and looked up realizing that someone was in the classroom. I was lucky that before sitting down I had taken the form of a human male, clothed in the normal teacher outfit. At first glance of her, I thought she was a boy, but the smell of estrogen was strong telling me she was in fact a girl. Taking a closer look at her I could see from her aura she was still pure and untouched, her flower was un-plucked as one might say. She spoke up when she had notice I was there in the classroom. “Uh, Sorry. Looking for someone, like a Guidance Counselor? Know anyone by that nature?” I watched her sit one of her bags on the empty student desk freeing up one of her hands. She looked like a real Tom-Boy which amused me, probley why none of the others creatures had jumped her, being so pure when she got off the transport. Setting down the school paper I sighed and said “Well im the school Guidance Counselor, but I think your at the wrong school, the boys school is on the other side of the island. This is Shokushu Campus, an all girls school. So if you like I can escort you back to the transport and get them to take you there.” I play on the fact with the way she dressed and the short hair how she looks to be a boy. “You know you could get into a lot of trouble being here don’t you?” I ask her as I link my mind to hers, at first I thought I might have linked my mind to her and a nearby girl, which confused me for a few second before I realized it was hers. She was suffering from a mental illness the humans called schizophrenia, this made the encounter all the more interesting. I searched her memory’s and even seen her dark secrets. I decided to bring some of her more erotic secrets to the surface of her mind, letting her day dream in away, I even place withing the images naughty things she thought of with my face to it. I watched her reactions, I had always found human to be rather interesting.

Author:	Maude [ Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:39 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
Stands silently by while knowing his intentions are not to prattle. “Well im the school Guidance Counselor, but I think your at the wrong school, the boys school is on the other side of the island. This is Shokushu Campus, an all girls school. So if you like I can escort you back to the transport and get them to take you there." Unfortunate as it maybe for this man to have no meaning of abuse to her appearance yet it has come to bring a rise of pink flesh to the height of her cheeks. Warmth spreads over her facial features which must be contorting into something ugly. Her nostrils flare with great intakes of breath, whispering the air out, while working the air in her lungs out along with the constriction of her stomach to method the frustration from her. “You know you could get into a lot of trouble being here don’t you?” She swallows deeply, shutting her eyes, and shaking that short head of hair of hers with a stressful sigh. At least there is a sense of her intentions to be calm. That infection in her thoughts can clearly take the picture of a youthful rage building to be released. The question is, at who? There is clearly reason for him to be the target. -Within the mind of Maude- "... and you honestly thinks he knows?" A tempered bit of words belched towards, "Not at all. Why else would you believe he make such a ridiculous comment? Hell, it is advice! He is giving you advice." "Do I really have the appearance of a dude?" There is a bit of silence as whatever both parties were argueing over had been to their ends. Images of the two within her head can be clearly seen, one an exact copy picture of herself being seen from a mind-sight, as if she was looking within to see what features are of a male liking. Then there is yet another copy of herself, without the formality of clothes drapped over as the other, and without the kempt appearance of short hair but the appliance of beautician's mark of make-up, eyeliner, curled lashes, clipped brows, brush ups, and more. A probated woman in her mind view being compared back and forth as the two debate without moving their lips. The knowledge just collects interest for him as he dives deeper into her. A scenario unfolds from days in highschool, sitting in a classroom with sewing instructions being spread and announced at the same time between the rows of fellow students. A lady of middle-age is strutting her hands movements over the pamphlet on an obscured page to examplify the value of something in particular. No one's face has any visiblity, fogged, with the exception of those she pays closer attention to from her proximity. Each face, filled with the parasitic visage own features, doesn't look to her as paying attention on her personal duties. He could clearly tell what she was doing in this former age, beneath the desk, without the knowledge of the classroom, she had higher priorities than to listen and participate with the class. She keeps a look out to keep a secret from everyone around her, which can be seen plainly by this "Guidance Counselor," the hand is disappearing, slipping past the waistband of her pants, smooth and slow pistoning masturbation following after the gesture. A toned stomach is just peeking out from underneath a curl of her shirtline, pressing against the desk as it is jerked into rubbing while her ass keeps scooting back and forth on the cushion seat, and an outline of her forehand marked about the crotch of her pants. It is hard to tell what she is thinking, by all means it seems the memory is only intacked by the thrill of doing this in public, but anything else is lost from that time. There appear to be many cases of her doing such acts with this one time being only the first of many. -Back outside the mindful revealations- "Exx... Excuse me. I'm sorry, but you are going to apologize," her head is nodding a 'yes' to this, "for calling me a boy while I ask that you forgive me of making that impression." Her head turns to look over her shoulder and taking note of the fellow students, of this time period, still about. Her body makes a complete turn to close the door behind her and makes a little clicking noise with it. She just locked it. "Now," a hand grabs back the bag off the student's desk in stride of her walking towards him with what appears to be a calmed, but pissed, expression of force towards him, "if you will." Clearly an intimidating project is planning over in her skull. Questions to penalize him if he offers a refusal is still in progress from what he gathers off that infectious mind signal.

Author:	Calidare [ Thu Apr 23, 2009 8:14 am ]
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I grin inwardly I can sense that I had hit a nerve, watching her walk over the door and lock it and thinking to my self that this girl is making it to easy for me. She advanced towards me highly agitated but trying hard to keep it off her face as she tells me “Now....if you will.” I continued to play that she meant this as a boy response. “Your quite right we should get you to the transport to get you to the boys school but, if your so much in a hurry to leave why lock the door?” I ask her as I let images of her on her knees sucking on my member with a full class watching her do it, come to her mind. As I say to her “Why should I apologize if you’re a boy, come on now look at you, dressing like a boy, acting like a boy... so your saying you’re a girl then? Well prove it, if you’re a girl then there should be girl things in your bags right? Lets see what’s in the bags then.” giving her a challenge that she believes she will win, I turn all her things within the bags into male items. My green eyes tending to be hypnotic because it was something rare on a human, stares at her I then tell the girl before me “And if you’re a girl as you claim you are I will give you my apology, your not the first to come up with this ploy, I’ve had other boys from the other school come up with the same thing.” I tell her sitting on te corner of the desk.

Author:	Maude [ Thu Apr 23, 2009 8:44 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
“Your quite right we should get you to the transport to get you to the boys school but, if your so much in a hurry to leave why lock the door?” She was near to replying before something struck funny struck and got stuck in her head. -Within the mind of Maude- Every face around her was in deep conversation. Each to be a gossip about the current event unfolding within the center of the room. It was a classroom, she could see that much, but the bell kept tolling and the faces around her was blurred into obscurity. The only features that were recognizable on any face was the teachers. Her head lifts up to see the man being this Guidance Counselor that has been giving her a hard time. Now it seemed she was giving him the hard time. The wet inner lips of her mouth slides their silken trail over a salivated cock. Its head popping up against the rough texture that is the roof of her mouth. A tongue bathes its bottom, licking upwards, touching the very tip of her tongue to the crown of its head, and sliding it back down to taste its pleaurable juice spilling in droplets from the fleshy cone. -Back outside the disturbing thought- Words break her out of the spell long enough to collect what he says. “Why should I apologize if you’re a boy, come on now look at you, dressing like a boy, acting like a boy... so your saying you’re a girl then? Well prove it, if you’re a girl then there should be girl things in your bags right? Lets see what’s in the bags then.” Her jaw was begining to hurt from its tension. “And if you’re a girl as you claim you are I will give you my apology, your not the first to come up with this ploy, I’ve had other boys from the other school come up with the same thing.” This did loosen her up a little bit. They keep looking at each other while at the same time those bags were being brought up to attention before one another to inspect. First bag was set on the big desk, once she reached there, and the other left at the desk's legs on the floor. A zipper is pulled towards herself as the position of the bag is laid out in a split to reveal the contents. Within are a not at all what she expected to find...

Author:	Calidare [ Thu Apr 23, 2009 9:20 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
I start to pull things out of the bag she opened not even asking to go into it as I first pull out a male school uniform. “Yes your right, you are a girl.. Lets see what else you have.” I continued to pull out more items from the bag pulling out a pair of boxers “And im guessing these are panties?” I ask her as I continued to pull more things out coming across a Playboy magazine. “Yes every girl need this, oh wait there more.. What we have here is it masturbation lotion?” I tell you pulling a large bottle of the lotion out and right after that I pull out a large blow up doll with open mouth and insertion points between the legs “yes I guess a woman would need this as well.” I tell you. Letting the items remain on the desk I sit back down on the corner of the desk arms folded looking at you amused and seeing the confusion within your mind making it much more enjoyable to see how both thoughts react to this new situation. “Well unless you can prove you’re a girl son, ill have to take hold of you and drag you to the transport, I don’t like my time being wasted.” I tell her wondering how she will prove herself to be what she truly is. Once more I dive into her memories looking for something that would or has humiliated her in the past.

Author:	Maude [ Thu Apr 23, 2009 11:13 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
It all starts with the uniform. Then it leads into a pair of boxers. A magazine is thrusted upon the top of it. The lotion is settled provocatively between the legs of an anonymouse model displayed on the playboy's cover. Last item being sat up on the desk with the support of the Guidance Counselor as if he were about to begin a stage of ventriloquism. He appeared to take it in a comical stride but the opposite could be said about her. She didn't even listen to a word he was saying. A blank was drawn over her face when the bag had been unzipped. Her hand was still held around the zipper, curling itself around the bag's fabric into a tight knot within her fist, and shaking. “Well unless you can prove you’re a girl son, ill have to take hold of you and drag you to the transport, I don’t like my time being wasted.” There is no reply made. The anger that was present before had been evaporated. Something else was replacing it that resembled a mixture of confusion, despair, frustration, and loss. She swallowed hard as watery eyes lifted up to meet his gaze. They were standing next to each other and he could tell she was visibly upset. For all of his efforts investigating her mind to find the greatest humiliations, this moment is the new found monarch. "Th there i is a mistake," she squats down at the base of his desk to unzip the other bag on the floor. Her mind is racing with a whole tale of thoughts. -Back inside the mind of Maude- "It could have been a joke from home?" The feminine version of herself spoke without showing any oral movements. A hand slides over the mind view image of the bag, vague only in description but identifiable by their outlines of a magazine, outfit, doll, boxers, and lotion bottle. "Would it honestly be the first?" "Shut up. Escuses." The casual version of how she appears in the real world is shaking her head 'no'. Racing images are flooding through this version at high rates, recollections from the moment she gave her family a hug goodbye to the point of handing in a high stack of papers to the job she L.O.A.ed. Images travel faster from the time on the trip to Shokushu. These appear incredibly fuzzy and broken. There are missing pieces to this memory. "What happened? Did I fall asleep?" "You mean," the other inclines forwards in observation of this memory, "did I lose consciousness?" -Returning to reality- Maude raises her chin high from her seat on the floor, looking straight up at the man, and shaking her head as the bag opens. "The lady at the computer. A secretary or receptionist or hostess, that woman. She has a computer. She can bring out a log or profile, something... But t this..." As she chatters, a hand rests on the displayed bag on the floor, holding up an item that does not belong to her but would be well suited in the hands of a guy.

Author:	Calidare [ Thu Apr 23, 2009 10:59 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
I check my Rolex, then look at her and frown “hate to tell you this but the receptionist wont be back till Monday and we better get going or the transport will leave, unless you know a way to prove you’re a woman. Its apparent from your belonging that you’re a boy, perverted but a boy none the less.” I told her, my arms still crossed looking as if im getting tired of this game she believes she playing. I frown at her “well you have fifteen minutes to prove who you are after that you be locked up in the security office detention cell, and ill tell you now, that’s not a fun place to be locked up in” telling her this I once more look at my watch and pick up the school paper and look as if im reading the thing. Once more I brows threw her mind looking for what going on with her head, finding the other voice she talks to amusing to say the least. Using her alter self voice in her head I say “Well we sure are in deep now, that place he said didn’t sound good. I hear prison guards like to rape girls like us.” and at that I slowly place an image of her tied to the cell bars arms spread wide with shackles holding her legs apart as well, a tough looking guard spanks her ass and ramming his cock into her backside. Moving to the chair of the deck I sit down and sigh “Dam!” I look at my watch again and back in the paper “sorry kid but according to the school paper the transport schedule to leave early today, in fact its left already, well you just sit there I have a few things I have to do, then ill take you to lockup, I hate wasting my time with punk kids like you just so you can get a little.....” I leave it at that knowing she would get the correct idea what I meant. I pretend im grading some papers and the way she looking she probley say something in defense to keep from going to the detention cell which I have no intention of taking her there, just merely entertaining myself by playing with her emotions and mind, being around this Campus for so long one must do something to keep from being bored.

Author:	Maude [ Fri Apr 24, 2009 7:19 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
“Hate to tell you this but, the receptionist wont be back till Monday and we better get going or the transport will leave; unless you know a way to prove you’re a woman. Its apparent from your belonging that you’re a boy, perverted but a boy none the less.” She stares in disbelief at this guy. Her mouth is hanging open without saying anything in defense. What else could she say? A drivers license would be in the bag, there was forms that she had planned on presenting to any guidance counselor when arriving, and the articles of clothing designed for female students had all been where all else was; in the bag. “Well you have fifteen minutes to prove who you are. After that, you be locked up in the security office detention cell, and ill tell you now, that’s not a fun place to be locked up in.” Incredible, the first day to school is a debate over being a boy or girl and jail time. It is not how impossible it sounds but rather it keeps getting worse. She is shaking her head while it nods away from him, "You've got it all wrong," is something she quietly whispers to herself. A mental infection violates her thoughts once more. -Maude's mind is explored once more- “Well we sure are in deep now, that place he said didn’t sound good. I hear prison guards like to rape girls like us.” The casual version of herself speaks this out, or so it seems, while a slowly emerging vision is being filled around the two. "I thought those things happen in porn flicks," the feminine version projects in reply while watching the odd whirlpool of some form of fantasy. A tad of laughter emerges, "Oh jesus, look at that guy go." This happens to be a dark prison cell. The bars surround the entire cubicle. There is a single woman and man. The two can be easily told apart for whom they are. The tall girl is Maude while the big guy is a faceless guard. He is entirely faceless, in fact. A perpetual shadow consumes the man's features beneath a keen, flat topped, police hat. He wears the jacket of a cop but wears no matching pants to complete the outfit. His torso is immense enough to easily cover Maude's naked body against the bars. Maude is breathing in raspy moans at every thrust. The meaty shaft, tanned with a measure of darkness around itself from the ill lighting, is pushing clear fluids around her wet bottom. Her body bounces against the bars with the sound of creaking as she leans into its support. Her toes are curling against the floor, only being held by those said bars, but she is kicking backwards with every effort to upright herself for standing. That is not going to happen with the big man falling down on her with every effort to jam more of him into that rubbed raw hole. There is a continual SMACK contesting with the sounds of the creaking bars. She is squeezing her ass cheeks hard and harder still when he spanks her. He rubs it in, that painful mark of his hand, smearing her own juices and sweat over the sore flesh. The jingling shackles at her feet kick out at the floor as sensitive skin and muscle is squeezed before being spanked again. "Mmm... You could really use something like that. Loosen you up AND keep you from being a lazy ass... Not saying you are or anything, just a precautious route to take, but I hold true to it relaxing those muscles," her feminine hand points at the slippery shinning ass being covered in the fuck of her life. The feminine side simply laughs out in delight. "Get yourself fucked," cruel words speak out loud at her other self. Baleful eyes glare from her identical copy at the feminine version. The hands of this one tightens into fists when she returns her gaze back upon the scene, wanting nothing more than to separate the two from each other, and to free her apparent imprisoned self. "I would get fucked if morality was not an issue," the feminine version continues to watch the fantasy. "I'm keeping this fantasy as a momento. Might enjoy it later, the next time you sit down, and fuck myself." She lifts her hand up to display glossy wet fluids sticking between the fingers as she spreads them apart before giving them a sultry lick. -Back in the real world- “Damn!” The sudden curse catches her attention immediatly. A panic of words comes to mind, fearing there was something more incrimnating inside her bags, but instead it was far worse. “Sorry kid but, according to the school paper the transport schedule to leave early today, in fact its left already. Well you just sit there, I have a few things I have to do, then ill take you to lockup. I hate wasting my time with punk kids like you just so you can get a little.....” Far, far worse than ever. "Wait!" Both hands come up to halt his approach on anything further than a stare, hopefully. "Grab another girl. She can check me out, in private, and confirm what I've told you." She looks behind her to the locked up door. "I'm sure there is someone still out there that you can trust?" There is definitly students in the classrooms but she couldn't tell if any were still gossiping outside this room. Just how far away they are could not be discerned by her but, the counselor might.

Author:	Calidare [ Fri Apr 24, 2009 8:57 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
I chuckle at hearing what you just said “Well, you want to flash yourself to one of the students here, well since you be going to lockup till Monday go ahead, get a girl and bring her in here so you can flaunt your dangling member to her, she probley get a kick out of it.” I tell her getting up and walking over to her my finger pointing down at her close to her nose. “You try and make a break for it and ill strap you to the flag pole wearing nothing but your boxers.” I gesture to the door. I know she wouldn’t find any students in the hallway for the last bell had rang about ten minute’s ago and most students had papers to get to or wanted noting more, but to go and relax being a Friday. When she goes to look out the door she wont see a soul, and the hall lights would be off, and if they are not then I would make sure they was and toy with those who haven’t left for later. I return to my seat and watch her for a few seconds then take up the paper again. I decide to amuse my self in her mind once more, using that voice of hers once more “Oh dear, what do we do if it turns out all this time we have always been a boy and not a girl?” I grin to my self at that just to see the expression on her mind or face would be entertaining. “But if we are a girl? You don’t think the teacher would mind if we take advantage of the girl we bring in here?” the image of you fingering and playing with a faceless girl as that girl plays with you, runs throw your mind. I clear my throat loudly “Well, im waiting. I suggest you hurry up because im almost finished with correcting these papers here.” I tell her and take a sip of my coffee and start looking and writing on some papers on my desk. Putting more of the voices she thinks her inner monolog. “Hey here’s an idea, maybe the teacher will join us?” the voice tells you as no with the image with the faceless student the Guidance Councilor pops into the play and starts to suck on your breasts, his tongue teasing the tip of your nipple. Putting the coffee cup down I once more look at you “Just a few more minutes and ill be done son so if you hurry I might be able to relax sooner then I hoped” I tell her making it sound like she don’t have much time left.

Author:	Maude [ Fri Apr 24, 2009 12:07 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
At least he did not repel her advice on solving this issue. Relief seemed to be coming close, just in need of another student, but the fact was Maude is far from relaxed. She was about stand up before a finger was near splitting her skull; starting from her nose. “You try and make a break for it and ill strap you to the flag pole wearing nothing but your boxers.” All he was given was a thumbs up before darting towards the door. At last, back at the doorknob, the door clicked back open and was turned to fully allow her to step out. She held onto the inside frame of the door, leaning herself outside, just to show her fingers were at least still visible in the viewing range this prick was situated in. The thought of pricks strikes her irregularly. -Maude's mind in confusion- “Oh dear, what do we do if it turns out all this time we have always been a boy and not a girl?” The casual's voices her opinion on the matter with concern. As for the feminine side, she simply chuckles in giddy glee, and pumps a fist down against her crotch with a thick thumb stuck up in the air to symbolise the ridiculous nature of it. "Did you string up corn straw and smoked it without offering me on the buzz?" The feminine side was absolutely enjoying this. “But if we are a girl? You don’t think the teacher would mind if we take advantage of the girl we bring in here?” Was there a bit of eagerness in the voice? The real casual version of Maude begins to take action. There was something wrong here. Without any warning, the casual version disappears, and leaves the feminine version to her lonesome. "Are you still here? ... Hello?" Startled but smiling, her head perks up like a rooster, and begins to deal with things her own way. Then comes the fantasy, this one not the same as before involving the prison guard, but in fact coming in as opposite in positions. Maude is seen holding another girl, one who cannot be detailed but must be a sight to see with a body to envy, as her hands don't seem to stop their relentless plunging into the lithe figure's cunt. Bent double, as if the girl had fallen over and Maude was helping her up, but with the tall girl's arm reaching in back between the legs of this other girl. The two of them grunt, unable to tell what pleasure Maude must be experiencing, unless it really is the act that arouses the instinct. The feminine version watches this, nearly wanting to join in but, holding back the interaction. Something was of deeper interest here. A slight grin was forming on the face, although it was merely a moment of it, as if catching sight of something odd. “Hey here’s an idea, maybe the teacher will join us?” The feminine version lifts her gaze away from the scene not catching sight of the change where the guidance counselor appears and takes shape of assisting the two girls. The feminine's attention was on the source of her casual's counterpart. She frantically searches around her. The idea of looking within her own head is ridiculous in itself, but the concept is like focusing on a sound or memory, and attempting to revisualize it. "..." The counselor's infection gets the first glimpse of the feminine side's features change from their normal sultry humor. A bit of panic envelops the face. The game hasn't been had yet but it is at breaking point. The fantasy of the Maude, the girl, and the counselor quickly fades to the back of her mind. It is still there, his mouth ringing a tongue around the hardened red tip, Maude hugging his head against her flat chest, and the jealous other girl coming around the legs of them both to please what part of their lower being she can. Despite what would have thrilled the feminine version of Maude in this threesome, it was the fact that she could tell the guidance counselor apart, and that struck her as funny. None of the other fantasies held a distinguishable face. Revealations began to fall in order. The question now was how? -Back to the classroom of Shokushu- Her hand was no longer the only visible object of her body seen by the counselor now. Half of her face was visible past the frame of the door she resides within. She is peeking at him. She pulls her whole body back into the doorway and stands where she is. Starring at him was the tall girl with a puzzled look on her face. "What did you say your name was?" An alias or a real name, either one would calm her down a bit, just so she could address him as somone now that the investigation has reversed. "Come now," she spoke to him as if he was a child, "don't be shy," except for those last words had a definite slur of husky flirtation. The guidance counselor could tell that her personality switched. Although, after what he saw within her head, how could it possibly be a bad thing? It is not like he ever was out of control in the situations presented and the feminine side showed great interest in his work. Was more fun to be had or was he now being made fun of?

Author:	Calidare [ Sat Apr 25, 2009 9:49 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
I could tell I was starting to get bored with the mind game I was playing on her, I had slipped up and could tell before she looked into the classroom, so I had laid my head on the desk and had my arms spread over the desk as if I was render unconscious by some one leaving copy of a physical body in that place, turning invisible before she popped her head in I was able to move around freely. I notice how sultry her voice had became and I found it quite arousing and I probed deep in her mind, looking to find what she feared the most, still willing to play on her emotions, it was apparent that her mental illness would switch when agitated and stressed for the more flexible personality to take over and adapt to the unexpected creating a cushion for the more timid and fragile personality. In the other voice I say “What’s wrong with him? Is he dead?” the rest of the lights in the hallway in the school start to turn off leaving only the red glow of the exit signs are visible, as you look at the motionless body sprawled over the desk you realize you have a bookend in your hand. A flash of memory of you being told to find someone and a not clear vision of you taking the bookend and sneaking up behind the teacher slamming the bookend over his head and then you walking over to the door, you unlocked the door peering out in the semi dark hallway. Coming back in the room you remember yourself saying "What did you say your name was? Come now.. Don't be shy” and that’s when you snap of your semi memory flash seeing his almost lifeless body there, all that can be seen is him breathing. Looking at the Guidance Councilor you see a large lump with a little blood oozing out from the wound. Within your head that other voice says “Well it looks like we killed him, what are we going to do now?” I continued to look for all the fears within your mind including the fears you received from movies you watched. Down the hall on the other side of the building you can hear the squeaking sounds of a mop bucket and tuneless whistling, most likely from the janitor cleaning the floors. “Lets dump the body out the window?” the voice in your head sounds panicked as the whistling gets louder.

Author:	Maude [ Sat Apr 25, 2009 10:30 am ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
“What’s wrong with him? Is he dead?” A voice within her head mentions. She felt like something should be said. Her mouth hung open, about to say something, but who was really around to listen. The guy, as this voice in her head said, looked very well on the verge of death if not wacked. “Well it looks like we killed him, what are we going to do now?” This voice was not her. She knew it couldn't be her. Although there was a good deal of sense to being cautious. “Lets dump the body out the window?” "Now that wouldn't be sweet of me," the tall girl walks back into the classroom. This situation turned into perhaps the worst case scenario. There were close calls on the farm. Perhaps a few nicks and cuts from those times. Nothing came close to being nearly killed. The only time that came to killing something involving her was with the mad bull. It was a gruesome sight to watch. -A small episode in Maude's mind- A bull had been stuck to a fence. It had been made of picket style with an unknown wood. Oak, mahogany, something. She didn't really care to know the specifics of nature as long that she knew how to treat it. In this case, the bull became mad because of its insistance to free himself. The bull would not stop thrashing against the barrier. She could not tell where it was caught. The idea that this bull made it to the picket fence meant the electric one was torn down. That meant the other farmers would be out attempting to clog the hole up with a temporary swinging gate. She watched it from not far. His hide was crimson and black. He was supposed to be brown. Maude was shorter, her head reclined to look up at the huge beast. A hand held something. She was shaking with fear as the girl approached the bull. Then she used the tool to end this terrible episode. -Reuniting with the real world- This view of the man was upsetting. Emotionlessly gazing down at this sprawled out man is the tall girl holding onto the edge of a book. She is standing next to him. The sound of the whistling, mopping, janitor resides in the hall only to be adventuring with his mop for hidden dirt on the floor. "... Guess I won't be having your name after all," she tosses the book on the guy's desk. "Too bad." Maude walks away from the body. The door has been locked again but this girl was about to reopen it.

Author:	Calidare [ Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:03 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
As you go to open the door, you feel that heat is radiating from the knob, the metal slowly turning red then yellow and finally white hot. A voice booms within the room reverberating off the walls, a husky strong sexy voice of a man who sounds as if he is in charge and in control of all things. A bright flash of light blinds you for a second as you see spots before your eyes because of the intensity of the light. The voice ask you “And where do you think your going?” the voice had asked from the back of the classroom when you turn to see you notice the Guidance Councilor body had a knife in his back and blood on your hands warm and fresh still dripping from your hands. The illusion of the dead Guidance Councilor was something even the more flexible attitude would cause some concern for that personality. The bright light slowly fades from this figure and you see before you what appears to be a real live in the flesh Angel. The Angel looks over to the illusion he created of the guidance councilor then at you with the fresh blood on your hands. The Angel stands about 6 feet tall and very well build wearing only a loincloth that you would see on Egyptian Pharaoh the middle part hanging down to his knees with strange runes on it. “So killing Bulls isn’t enough for you, now you have to kill your own kind Maude? You have fallen from the light and need to be punished.” I tell her as I smile looking in her direction.

Author:	Maude [ Sun Apr 26, 2009 8:47 pm ]
Post subject:	Re: Deliberation(Calidare)
A bright flash of light blinds you for a second as you see spots before your eyes because of the intensity of the light. Blue and red blotches covers most of her vision. The light resides back into the source with great appreciation. It is not taking too long for her to recover most of that lost sight. “And where do you think your going?” The boom voice was nearby. When she runs a look across the room is that point of discovery of the man definitly having clocked out for the rest of his life. Her hand raised up to point at the back embedded knife in confusion before more bewildered of yet another discovery accumulates. She twists her hand in front of her face to observe the dropping tears of blood swelling down on the floor landing. "Ssshit," her voice shows no concern at all but there is a certain addition of panic grown to a boiling point in the back of her mind. Her teeth chatter and the muscles in her calves of her legs quake in fear. That infectious mental vision is seeking out quite a few ways to mold that into breaking her will in all the right places these last events with excellent succession. But something interferes. -A battle rages within the mind of Maude- The casual version of Maude comes about. The feminine version is definitly busy with making the calls on this new situation. A hand clenches in the middle of the space of mind. Tensed and shaking with concentration is this fist. It is suddenly clear to the invader that she is bringing out a focus into the being's proximity for allocation. She begins to feel where the voice is coming through. Pure thoughts cannot be destroyed and forever remain. The paths to sense such things can. With a farewell to a part of Maude's mind the casual version strikes out. -Maude back in the real world- “So killing Bulls isn’t enough for you, now you have to kill your own kind Maude? You have fallen from the light and need to be punished.” Maude stares at this tall figure nearly at eye level. That hand she had been observing flips upwards to shrug, "I uhh... Oops'ed?" It was a bit hot behind her now from the radiant door knob. She takes a step towards the angel. Far more worry was developing in her features the more she observed the situation. It was turning into a nightmare. The thought of her being cast down into hell for a crime she recalls nothing about seemed unfair. With that passing thought of hell is when her eyes dilate and she falls backwards to strike the floor hard. She spasms a little bit before going out in opposing contrast to the evengelic illumination. He might now realise that a part of Maude is dead but she still lives. Yet there is also the feeling that he can no longer sense what part of her is gone. Communication within her mind is severed. What he can tell is the presence of two girls has reduced to one. Did one of her personalities sacrifice themselves? (OOC] One rule I recall is to never permenantly harm a character. That I will have to clear up. Calidare noticed this. I appreciate that you noticed this and will be attempting to come up with a solution to add a clear explaination. Mostly it is an imagined but the mind is powerful enough to cause anything for the body to react like hypochondria. That was why she focused a lot. Think of it as mind exhaustion took over the one half of her mind and the control of the other half simply was overwhelmed. Then she fell over. [OOC)

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