[d] return to innocence [Blake/open]

[Damien Fox]

suit ll
maskll
hair

With the half faced mask on, he looked around the room, searching for Blake. He actually came to this damn dance. Just for her. He looked around the room, not catching one glance of her blonde hair, or that slender body. As he straghtened his tux, he gently touched his wildly spiked hair, hoping she would show up soon. They still haven't had time to have thier little talk. He wanted to get to know her well. Oh, he knew a few things about her. Wild things that is. He at least wanted her to know, that if they wanted a relationship, there could be no secrets, no hiding of one's past. Yeah, that may be a big deal, but she needed to know about him. Needed to know what he was capable of. The things he's done to deserve hell over himself. He still felt ashamed of the crimes he commited. Of course, they weren't intentional. But if he wasn't this fucked up creature, he would be happily living with his mother, sister, and younger brother Gabriel. But they aren't here anymore.

Blocking those things out of his mind, he looked around the room again. This place was huge. Real cool looking with those poles, the girls dancing. He couldn't help but laugh at his little fantasies. Boy, would that not be a sight? Blake with some shorts on, no underwear, a see through shirt dancing on his poles. Even thinking about her excited him. He shivered and went and got a drink to cool his flaming skin and rapidly beating heart. As he sipped the drink, he looked around the room for Dani also. He knew she would be attached to Ezra or Sammii and Kjara. But he didn't see any of his friends. He sighed and put his drink down and leaned on the wall, staying out of the way of everyone else. His eyes searched the grounds at everyone. He didnt really recgonize anyone. Gosh he hoped any one of his friends would pop up and keep him company. He felt out of place already. He started to get panicky. Maybe this wasn't a good idea at all. Maybe he should have just stayed in his dorm, all by himself, and just.. sat there till everyone else arrived.

But he couldn't do that to Blake. He asked her to come to the dance with him, and she said she'd coem to the dance. He just.. had to be patience. It's alwasy good to wait for the things that are worth waiting for. he remembered his mother telling him things like that, even before his mother died. Waiting on the next horse to be born, or even a bull or cow. Everything was needed on the farm. Every scrap of food, clothing, metal. All of it came in handy in some way and fashion. Even if he didn't have the best clothes, the best attitude, but he knew how to be patience. He could do this. All he had to do was wait. Was it that hard?

[/blockquote]

[Blake Phoenix]

Outfit
hair

Ok, Blake was standing outside of the Secret, her heart racing as she thought about all the bad things that could happen. Her dress could get ruined, her hair could be gross looking, Damien could think she was ugly, her dress was see through, and to top it all off, Damien could just not have come. But... the Blake stopped thining negative and took a deep breath. Her dress looked gorgeous, her hair wild in a good way, Damien and her would look amazing together because he WOULD be here, her dress wasn't see through which was good because she had no underwear on, and she looked like a fairy tell princess. Hell yes, she was going to have a good time!

Of course, she didn't think she looked that great, seeing as her room mate had to do her hair because when it came to hair, Blake failed at being a girly girl. She pulled her mask down a little to cover her eyes, looking over and seeing a boy staring at her, making her blush and walk into the Secret, looking at the ground as girls turned and glared at her and boys drooled. This was soo embarrassing now that people were noticing her. The girl that had called her fat in class and made her turn into a wolf out of embarrassment was smirking and walking towards her. Oh great. "So, you had the courage to come? Even though that dress looks gross on you?" the girl mocked making Blake glare.

No, she was done with this girl. "Alright, you ugly little bitch. Let's get this straight, I'm SO not fat! I only weigh 109 pounds! If anything I'm anorexic! And you, you look so fucking gross with that green dress that makes you look like a slut and makes you look like you're about to puke. So you can shove your fat head up your ass and suffocate. Next time my name comes rolling off the top of your tongue, choke on it bitch." Blake snapped, shoving the girl out of her way. "Oh, and for you information, at least I have a date." she snarled, sticking out her tongue and wlaking towards the refreshment table.

Sure, people were looking at her now, and whispering and the girl looked ready to cry, but she felt better. That girl had made fun of her for the very last time. Blake grabbed a drink off the table and downed it, looking around for Damien and taking another breath. At least she was feeling better now! She put the glass down on the table and came up behind who she knew was Damien, wrapping her small arms around his waist and looking up at him. Being 5'1 was hard when you couldn't even give your date a kiss on the neck! "Hey baby. You look so damn fine. Are you sure you're my date?" she cooed, turning him around and looking at him, smilling. He really did look excellent. Her hazel eyes, gray at the moment, looked at him and a small smile came to her face. Right then, Blake wanted him. Just by looking at him, it turned her on. This would be an interesting night...

[/size]