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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 21, 2015 1:24:23 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Aug 21, 2015 1:24:23 GMT -5

He'd kept a step behind her, not wanting to feel the discomfort of his arm overextending - his pace forced to match hers as they softly moved up the stairs. He stepped up, hearing the heels midway and lifting on to the same step as Wyatt. He glanced towards the source of the echo. The woman was striking, even from this distance - and they'd been caught by her. He was relieved that it didn't mean trouble, for what it was worth. "Uh, hello..." Clint responded along with Wyatt's introduction, the exchange between the two warranting little more than a, "nice to meet you, too," that is until she walked up the stairs to them. The closer she got the tighter he clenched the bags - her dress. It was one of those. Those low cut ones. He could barely look downwards to meet her eye contact without seeing them jump out at him from below, adjusting as she brought her hand up for a shake. Clint couldn't just not shake her hand - unless he were lucky enough to faint at this moment. No such luck.

He slipped the bags held in the hand closest to Wyatt in to her hand closest to him, wiping whatever show of nervousness that resided in his palm on the side of his pants. "h-Helena." he repeated still trying to mirror her friendliness, shaking her hand modestly as his eyes tugged as far away from her cleavage as he possibly could - landing on a picture that was upon the wall besides their place on the steps. Landing over on the railing. Looking at Wyatt before really answering, "It wasn't a problem," he spoke, trying hard to still look towards Helena as he spoke. It was so hard to seem dignified when the crevice on display just demanded his attention - but he tried to not let it phase him any more as it had already, choosing to look to Wyatt again. It was comforting to look at her - especially compared with being assaulted by her mother's assets. "she didn't, no harder a time than I gave her." he'd just let flow, immediately regretting it. It was the truth, within a certain context. "Wait." Grasping at straws for a way to be comical without implying anything inappropriate while keeping his eyes from landing anywhere inappropriate. "I mean, my ride wasn't too - uh. We were both on our best behavior, I assure you." he concluded without really being satisfied with that, just wanting to not talk ever again just so he'd stop embarrassing himself and Wyatt.

Last Edit: Aug 21, 2015 1:27:54 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 21, 2015 2:03:26 GMT -5

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When Helena Prescott was in the room she had a tendency to steal the spotlight, even from her own daughter. She enjoyed outsider attention so Clint’s scrambling to keep with the conversation was only another form of flattery to her. Laughing airily, she shook the boy’s hand in a dainty manner before glancing over at her daughter. This really was not the type of boy she saw her daughter bringing home but she was not about to question her taste in front of the guy. That would just be disrespectful! “Not a problem? Oh, aren’t you a saint!” Helena giggled, gently swatting at his chest as she batted her eyes. Although she was extremely faithful to her husband she did enjoy attention from younger men, it made her feel young again.

Meanwhile Wyatt practically burned holes in the back of Clint’s head with her glare. He was acting like a complete imbecile just because there was a pair of boobs within three feet of him! Even though he struggled to cover up it was all too obvious he was trying his best not to oogle at her mother. She was used to it by now but it still annoyed her when her male friends turning into dogs whenever her mother walked into the room. Then Clint opened up his big mouth and said something which made it sound as if they had actually done something together. As if! She pressed her lips together in a thin line as he scrambled to make up for rather open statement he’d just made. It was bad enough her mother caught them sneaking upstairs now she probably thought they were banging or something! “There was definitely no hard times give whatsoever,” she stated tensely as her gaze shifted from Clint to her mother.

Helena smiled pleasantly and raised her hands in defense. “Hey, I’m not going to judge, you two are obviously both adults,” she commented with a wink at Clint. She liked to think she was a ‘cool mom’ and kept little restraint on her children, that’s what her husband was for.

Wyatt puffed out her cheeks in irritated before rolling her eyes. She couldn’t believe her mother had the audacity to assure she was sleeping with Clint of all people! “Whatever, come on, Clint,” she groaned, grabbing hold of his wrist before she began to pull him up the stairs.

“Don’t roll your eyes, Wyatt. It isn’t ladylike,” Helena called after her daughter as she began to descend the staircase once more. “Remember to be safe if you do decide to do anything!” she reminded with a smile before disappearing out of the foyer.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 21, 2015 16:07:19 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Aug 21, 2015 16:07:19 GMT -5

This whole thing was picking Clint apart little by little. His friendly boy next door expression had deflated in to a pained and almost desperate look of innocence as Helena had gotten it all wrong. He just wanted to take it all back, even maybe to where he hadn't offered to give her the ride here...he'd just screwed himself with his words - the look on Wyatt's face almost guaranteed this. He just let himself be tugged the rest of the way, each statement of her mother just stabbing in to him and twisting. "I'm really sorry," he offered at the top of the staircase, as if it even mattered now that the assumption had been made crystal clear.

He couldn't unsay or undo, as much as he wanted to right now. How could this, something that he was incredibly lucky to be taking part of...be as slowly painful as it was - with only glimmers of healing lighthearted moments. They hardly amounted to the unease that kept piling upon him. As they entered her room he set the bags down and brought his hands up to his forehead, turning to Wyatt with that sorry expression before taking a deep breath and releasing, his hands drifting down to his sides. "Wyatt, can we just...start over? That was horrible." he spoke soft, his heart still beating a mile a minute- taking slow breaths to try and calm himself.

Last Edit: Aug 21, 2015 16:07:27 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 22, 2015 0:41:52 GMT -5

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Post by Becca on Aug 22, 2015 0:41:52 GMT -5

Wyatt rolled her eyes at his apology and continued to tug him down the hallway. She spared him a glance over her shoulder before groaned just at the sight of his desperation. “You were totally checking out my mom!” she hissed even though it really did not bother her. At this point she pretty much expected guys to stare at her mom but for some reason it really got to her this time. Snaking her way through the hallways she finally reached her door before hesitating for a moment. Was she really about to let this guy into her room? Whatever! Her mother already thought they were banging, so she might as well. She grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open before dragging Clint inside and shutting the door behind them. Waving for him to set the bags wherever, she journeyed further into her room and shook out her hair. This was so not how she expected her day to go when she woke up this morning.

Her room, of course, was just as extravagant as her personality. It was a huge space, decorated in shades of pink and accents of white. There was a small sitting area by a welcoming fireplace and adjacent the opening to a balcony which had a perfect view of the pool at the back of the house. A four poster bed located in the back of the room wrapped up the room together nicely. Two doors off to the side of the bed lead to her master bathroom and walk-in closet though those doors were currently shut. It appeared to be just where you would expected a girl like Wyatt sleep, except for two things which did not fit. Tucked away in one of the corners of the room was a bookcase filled to the brim with non-fiction reading. The dusty covers looked like they belonged in a museum or the archives in a library, certainly not in this room. The other thing which was out of place was the rather intricate metal cage in which two rats slept.

She turned around to face Clint when he suggested they start over. Her eyes narrowed as she walked toward him then began to circle him like a hawk. “Start over? My mom thinks we are banging, thanks to you! I don’t know if there is a way to start over,” Wyatt explained as she folded her arms over her chest. Besides, what would starting over even accomplish? He was lucky he even had this chance to be able to spend the day with her. Normally she would not give guys like him the time of day! “You’re going to owe me for this,” she stated.

Wyatt's Room (Or at least the back-half)

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 22, 2015 2:18:15 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Aug 22, 2015 2:18:15 GMT -5

First of all, Clint couldn't believe Wyatt would accuse him of such a thing, especially when he was actively trying not to check her out - with his entirety, trying not to even look. He'd been taught that early in life, and he wasn't about to break that important lesson for Wyatt's mom of all people. For Wyatt, maybe, but he'd since had his test with that today. Come to think of it, he'd been tested far too much today than he'd ever been - and they weren't about to end at that staircase. "I didn't mean-" He felt so inferior when Wyatt began to encircle him, but he had to defend himself somehow, "I really didn't mean it to came out like that and - for the record, I was trying with my all to not check her out. That's not what I'm about Wyatt, but if you want to think that maybe I -" Clint stopped himself short, just now realizing how she easily could get a rise out of him. He did not want that, he was trying to keep calm. "uh," he trailed off from there, not intending to keep on that train of thought... which was likely to land him right back in his car for the remainder of about an hour before it cooled. "Maybe I can just, stop. Breathe for a second." he said, practically to himself as he just turned and paced the room for a moment. There really was no need in accelerating whatever mindset Wyatt had initiated to even kid herself that he'd be the kind of person to even do such a thing as ogle her mom in front of her.

It was then that he fully realized the place and time in which he was a part of. He was in her room, and not out of some curious stalker type means, he was actually there by invitation. Though by now he should've been well past the initial shock and awe of being in Wyatt's good graces, this was something else. It felt like it, anyway. In his pacing he noticed the cage, then the bookcase - and he suddenly became less of a ball of embarrassed nerves and more so a curious himself. "What will I owe you Wyatt?" he asked, taking the few paces up to the book case and observing the titles - his brows arched but not surprised at his findings that had always thrown him a curve before all of this happened. He casually pulled out a book on the Elizabethan Era, lifting it and perusing it, "Dinner, tickets to the opera, a lifetime of servitude," he closed the book and put it away. "what will it be?" he asked, approaching her timidly but with a challenging expression on his face, as if he were on to her now.

Last Edit: Aug 22, 2015 2:23:43 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 22, 2015 2:38:03 GMT -5

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Post by Becca on Aug 22, 2015 2:38:03 GMT -5

Wyatt stopped her circling and stood right in front of Clint when he began to defend himself. She found it extremely hard to believe he was not checking her mom out because practically everyone did. He could play the fool all he wanted, but she was not buying it, even if he was being sincere. When he started to begin making a suggestion if she would continue to believe what she did, she stepped forward with intrigue. “Maybe you should what?” she inquired, cocking her head to the side defiantly, “Go on, tell me. If I don’t believe you then what? Besides you wouldn’t be the first person to drool in the presence of my mother.” She rolled her eyes and turned her back to Clint before walking over to her bed, sitting herself on the corner as she stared at him. Even though she could just tell him to leave right then and there she really did not have much planned for the rest of the day. Perhaps she could persuade him to hang up her new purchases for her or something of the sort.

She huffed when he asked her what he owed, feeling as if he were only mocking her. Wyatt opened her mouth to speak but immediately snapped it shut when she saw he headed straight for her bookcase. He wasn’t supposed to be touching those! Hell, he should not have even noticed them, no one else bothered. She could always lie and say they were just for decoration but the way he inspected the books made her think he would not believe a word she said. “A lifetime of servitude sounds like a good start,” she stated, a tenseness to her voice before she narrowed her eyes, “And it’s not polite to touch things that don’t belong to you!” Wyatt did not like the way he was looking at her as if he could see right through her. Perhaps allowing him into her room had been a bad move. After all, there were things in here no one else knew about. At least he had yet to approach the cage. She had a feeling he would really get suspicious seeing her two pet rats lounging in their little hideaway.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 22, 2015 3:03:06 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Aug 22, 2015 3:03:06 GMT -5

"Sorry," he stated in a most unapologetic manner when she chided him about touching the books. "thought books were usually conversation pieces. I wondered why you'd keep something like that hidden...instead of by your sofa or something. Would be more convenient." he mused, just envisioning her in her spare time alone venturing to the book shelf just to saunter over and plop down either on the couch or on the bed. "But who am I to tell you that." Clint sensed that he was making her tense, more tense than before. It was almost like he had the upper hand now, and he did not want to exploit it as she would.

So he made himself useful instead of testing her. He picked up the bags and set them beside him, standing at the foot of her bed while he emptied them - one clothing article at a time - laying them out right beside where she sat. If she wanted servitude, here it was. Yeah, again, he was touching things that didn't belong to him but he somehow knew this would be more welcome. Her clothes where what she wanted to be known by, not the books in the corner nor for whatever occupied that cage.

Last Edit: Aug 22, 2015 3:04:32 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 22, 2015 3:15:01 GMT -5

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Wyatt wrinkled her nose at his sorry excuse for an apology. She could tell the gears in his head were working and slowly starting to put things together. What brainless girl would keep a collection of non-fiction books? His next comment made her feel surprisingly vulnerable. He knew, now she could definitely tell he knew and was practically dangling it right in front of her. Of course she would not keep her books out in the open that would be too painfully obvious! “They aren’t much of a conversation starter, they are only there for decoration. Like I would ever crack open one of those dusty old books. Haven’t you ever heard of aesthetic?” she inquired, giving him a pointed look as she dared him to try and cross her further. She did not like that he appeared to have the upper hand in this situation, especially since they were in her room. Her eyes casually glanced over toward her books before she settled her gaze back on Clint.

She watched him closely as he walked over to fetch her backs. Sitting pretzel-legged, she leaned forward to admire all her purchases. In all honesty most of it would probably sit in her closet and go unworn but a few of the things she would definitely wear right away. “God, don’t I just have the best fashion sense?” Wyatt gushed as she ran her fingers over one of the blouses she purchased. The silky material felt soft on her skin. Looking over at Clint, she awaited an answer for him. If he was going to buy into this whole servitude thing he would have to learn to provide compliments on demand. After all, her ego needed it. “So are you going to, like, put these away from me too?” she asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 22, 2015 3:48:59 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Aug 22, 2015 3:48:59 GMT -5

Clint could've laughed as she essentially congratulated herself on her own expenditures, but he resisted and grinned over her instead. "I don't know anyone with a better one." he answered her, which was true considering all of his friends were guys and did not subscribe to fashion. Neither did his aunt. Closest he could get was to his mother but her sense of fashion seemed to be tied to the conference table - not that he cared in the slightest. Fashion was as good as useless to him, despite that fact Wyatt aspired her livelihood around it. It was all just to humor her now, as he took out the clothes from the last bag.

He stopped for a second and eyed her once she posed her question. She was serious. He blinked, a conceding smile lifting the corner of his mouth, "I might as well, right?" he countered, though he wasn't sure on where he would even begin to put them away at. He'd already emptied them all, and strayed from the bedside bordering close to the cage - looking in to it and seeing the two rats nestled together. He had to remind himself to not give her a hard time, to not play her game that she'd played on him. Clint just smiled at her with a mild amusement. Not speaking a word, just using his eyes to confirm what he'd seen.

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 22, 2015 22:43:37 GMT -5

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Post by Becca on Aug 22, 2015 22:43:37 GMT -5

Wyatt smiled triumphantly even though the last thing she needed was for some unpopular guy to tell her she had great fashion sense. The validation was really all she was looking for and since he gave it to her it would be easier for him to be back in her good graces. She looked down at the clothes he laid out at her bedside and smiled to herself before standing up. As she walked over to her closet door she kept a close eye on Clint in case he felt the need to poke around her room any further. Wyatt paused with her hand on the doorknob and narrowed her eyes when she saw him checking out her rats’ cage. Pursing her lips together, she opened the door to her walk-in closet and looked over at him expectantly. “I’m watching those for a friend…gross creatures,” she forced herself to say knowing she would have to apologize to her babies later for it. Even though Clint did not say anything about it the look he gave her was far worse than anything his words could do. Just him knowing more about her than most people annoyed her. “Well, you going to do this or what?” she finally demanded. Wyatt turned on the light to her walk-in closet and stepped inside. There were rows of clothes, all color coordinated, and one wall specifically devoted to shoes. Taking in a deep breath, she smiled and admired her collection of apparel.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 23, 2015 2:33:05 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Aug 23, 2015 2:33:05 GMT -5

He'd furrowed his brow at the blatant lie. "For...one of your friends?" Clint asked suspiciously, his brows raised. He'd seen Wyatt's friends plenty of times...there was no way any of them would have pet rats. Unless, they were the type to hide behind their appearances too. Even if he did believe that part, why would she even agree to watch them? "Yeah, sure. I guess that makes sense," he dismissed coyly, taking a few steps back to the foot of her bed, just grinning off her order. "Right, they aren't going to put themselves away." He countered, easily scooping up the stack of clothes at the middle with his left arm before he walked in to the closet behind her. As she was busy admiring her clothing, behind her Clint had paused mid-step in awe and confusion. The sheer amount of garments in there was enough to stock an up-and-coming high end thrift store. With it all color-coded, that's exactly what it reminded him of - but without the weary looking employees or odd metallic smell of old overused hangers. It actually smelled like Wyatt, concentrated and maybe tossed in with a few dryer sheets. It was enough to actually make his weak at the knees. This was, essentially, the Wyatt he followed. The one who seemed to never wear the same thing twice. This was where she was placed, in this huge sarcophagus of a closet. If he had this room to himself he'd probably fall in to one of the rows and absorb this lingering essence.

But he wasn't alone - and he looked to Wyatt, snapping from this lapse in daydream. It was self-explanatory what she expected of him, at this moment. He looked down to that red dress from earlier, the image of her modeling it before him flashing before his eyes before he focused his intentions sharp upon the red section of clothing. He found an empty hangar, lifting up the dress by its straps and slipping one, then the other upon it with his free hand. He began to repeat this with the other clothes, until he asked, "Uh...how many of these clothes do you regularly wear, Wyatt?" Some of them he knew he'd never seen on her before, "Just look, this one still has its tags." he laughed, looking over to her with a highly humored expression. So yeah, she had the spending money to buy outfits to her hearts content, but it didn't seem like something fulfilling at all. It just looked like a collection to him, just like his uncle's prized baseball card collection locked away in a defunct freezer. It looked...excessive.

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 24, 2015 15:53:39 GMT -5

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Post by Becca on Aug 24, 2015 15:53:39 GMT -5

Wyatt bit down on her lower lip nervously at the tone Clint used. She should have guessed he was not dumb enough to fall for one of her obvious lies. It would probably fly with most of her other friends, but just based on his expression this boy was not buying it. Forcing a smile when he went along with her lie, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. As much as she hated him following her trail of breadcrumbs to the truth, she couldn’t help but feel thankful he was not being a total dick about it and using it against her. Then again for all she knew as soon as he was gone he could rush off to tell all his little friends the unknown secrets of Wyatt Prescott. The thought made her a bit tense. “So you’re not going to go, like, bragging to everyone that you got to hang out with my today…are you?” she asked, trying to make it sound as casual as possible. She flopped down in a comfy armchair situated in the middle of the closet. It really served no other purpose than for her to sit and admire her clothes, also serving as a useful place to sit when she changed her shoes.

She draped her legs over one of the armrests and watched as Clint began to hang up her clothes. It was actually kind of nice having someone do this for her, especially since he actually adhered to her organization. When he asked how many of the clothes she regularly wore, she laughed a rather airy melody. “You actually think I wear an outfit more than once? Aw, honey, that’s like…fashion suicide!” Wyatt explained to him as she leaned her head back into the couch. She smirked when he pointed out a garment which still had its tags attached. “What can I say? I am a collector of all things fashionable. Shopping just makes me feel…I don’t know. Fulfilled?” she stated, trying to search for the right word yet feeling like she failed at it. Essentially all the clothes were just another attempt to cover up whatever truth she was hiding.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 24, 2015 21:50:47 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Aug 24, 2015 21:50:47 GMT -5

Clint considered her question as he hung up two similarly colored shorts- he doubted his aunt would even believe him and if his friends cared enough to hear about it they would demand proof. He was just getting the hang of this crazy roller-coaster he was on ... he hadn't thought once about trying to convince anyone (aside from himself of course) that it happened. That it was still happening. "Who would believe me?" Clint looked over towards her in the midst of hanging up a blouse, her 'casual' sitting position not expected - dropping it as his depth perception took a curve, hadn't even been close to the hangar he'd meant for it. He turned back and quickly knelt down, picked it up as if it hadn't happened. "Anyway uh, I don't brag...even about likely things." he informed a bit sheepish from the slip, redeeming himself by hanging it up properly and moving on to the next to last garment.

Was there really no end to her collection, though? He was finding space now, but probably ten more shopping trips and the closet would be brimming. "I get that this is one huge collection, but what happens when you run out of room?" he asked, curious, hanging up the last of her newest additions. "I doubt you'd stop your...fulfillment...so, would you end up donating half of this?" he continued, musing to himself with an inward grin, "Almost seems like a waste, unless you're secretly in to charity too."

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 24, 2015 23:34:18 GMT -5

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Post by Becca on Aug 24, 2015 23:34:18 GMT -5

Wyatt nodded silently at his explanation. It probably would seem like more of a joke than the truth to anyone he told the story to. Content with that, she closed her eyes and kept her head leaned back. All she really did today was shop yet she felt completely drained. She could probably blame Clint for that because dealing with him was harder than she thought. After catching him at the store she thought making him do her bidding would be effortless but he had more of a spine than she initially thought. “I suppose that’s true. I mean, I still can’t believe I actually allowed you to step foot into my house. I must be feeling uncharacteristically generous today,” she commented, opening her eyes once more just in time to see him fumble with her clothes. Wyatt rose a brow curiously and shifted in her position on the chair. “You alright there?” she asked mockingly as she did her best not to have too much fun with the boy. It was kind of entertaining watching him squirm like he had in the fitting room.

“Donating? You really think I would give away my clothes? As if! I would just start filing up one of the closets in a guest bedroom,” Wyatt explained. They had enough space in the house anyway! She narrowed her eyes when he convicted her of secretly being into charity. She sat up straight in her chair and glared daggers over at him. “And just what else am I secretly into? Huh? Is there something about me that I’m not aware of?” she demanded.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
Other: Fletcher Willoughby

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 25, 2015 0:56:31 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Aug 25, 2015 0:56:31 GMT -5

Clint hadn't thought of that, with all the excess space there really wouldn't be a need to clear anything out. He tried not to imagine how many clothes had already been stuffed away to most likely never be seen again. It wasn't a pleasant image, and somehow he felt bad for the clothes. Even though they were inanimate objects, they'd just been worn once and forgotten like they'd never existed. He didn't want to venture a comparison with himself and those clothes, but it came automatic, it sparked something - along with her loaded question. He stood before her, stating "You tell me," a curious innocence to his expression, evolving with his words. "there's no one here but you and me. There isn't a better time or place that I can think of." Clint added on. In his own mind this was the perfect opportunity, in this crypt where the truth to her was hidden over and over again.

Here was a chance he felt obligated to take. "You don't need to keep lying. Tell me you like history, tell me you like to know how this all came to be, tell me your favorite time period, which of your books are your favorite. Tell me how long you've had your rats, tell me their names, how you got them - just, stop playing, please. Stop making up things to push what you really enjoy to the side. This isn't even a fraction of you." he gestured outwards with his arms to the closet. "It's only as big as it is because you've convinced yourself that you need more, more of a collection to pile over what you really enjoy in here." Clint had brought brought his arms back down, his right pointer stationed toward his heart. "It's okay, you like the safety. You can hide behind this act forever if you wanted to, but - " he stopped himself, taking a breath and exhaling it as a sigh. "I don't know that it would really be worth it, denying yourself...forever."

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 26, 2015 15:04:20 GMT -5

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Wyatt scoffed at Clint dared to cross her again, and in her own home this time! He seemed far too adamant for her likings. She hated being told what to do and the fact that it was a boy she hardly knew made it that much worse. Rising from her chair she walked over to him and, although she was shorter than him, the scowl on her face made her look rather intimidating. It was true, technically this place was like a safety zone with only her and him inside and it wasn’t like anyone would believe him if he went running his mouth; however, she couldn’t find it in her to actually give in. The front she put up had become so real she almost forgot who she really was underneath the glitz and glamor. “Who do you think you are? You think you can just waltz into my life, telling me everything about me is a lie?! What gives you the right?!” she snapped, poking him in the chest with her index finger. She refused to move from her spot, leaving a good foot of space between her and Clint.

His next little tirade spoke deeply to the human part of her. Did he really care about things like that? Nobody once thought to ask her questions like that, though it was most likely due to the fact she never let those kind of things show. As much as she wanted to open up to someone and let just one person in, she did not like the idea of feeling vulnerable. She shook her head in attempt to dismiss everything he’d said to her. “You don’t understand!” Wyatt finally stated, nearly shouting as she did. The redhead turned her back to him and wrapped her arms around herself. “You don’t know what it’s like to live your whole life and only be congratulated for how beautiful you are or how nice you look…nothing else mattered, and nothing else will ever matter. I don’t expect someone like you to ever understand, but this is my life and how I’ve learned to cope,” she stated coldly as her eyes studied the rack of clothes in front of her. It was all for show, all props to the performance which was her life.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 26, 2015 23:38:49 GMT -5

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"You're right, I don't understand. And I probably don't have the right to question you either, but I have to." He spoke to her back, just watching somber as she stirred slightly. "I know there's more beyond those coping mechanisms, no matter how comforting you claim they are, and its sad to know that you are hiding them. They are a part of you too." Clint advanced and stood beside her, a hand up to the soft sleeve of a garment that may never be seen outside of this closet again - just as soon letting the sleeve drop. "You know...when I first saw you I was completely fooled. Your beauty was so much that I - I dedicated a lot of time just...thinking about you. It's going to sound weird any way I put it but, I always wanted to see you because there was something that I kept missing. It didn't matter how many times I saw you around campus, I still couldn't put my finger on what it was."

But then he took drastic measures in his obsession, which definitely wouldn't be something to bring up now of all times. He'd been able to gather clues, witness odd things that didn't quite fit in her effervescent model persona. Things that'd been confirmed today. "I've seen it now. Earlier today... and to be completely honest it was more beautiful than you at prom, or you in any of these clothes, shoes and accessories for that matter. All the makeup in the world couldn't have covered it up. It was you, unfiltered..." Clint trailed off, he'd already said too much but for some reason just him being here now - all the emotions he'd felt in his pining, yearning, seeking out ways to see her ...and being near her now packed it all in his chest. They kept spilling up every time he spoke. "It was the real you and I was lucky to see it for a second, even if I never see it again."

Last Edit: Aug 26, 2015 23:41:14 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 27, 2015 0:31:22 GMT -5

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Have to? Now that was a pretty bold statement. He didn’t have to do anything, especially when it involved her! She kept her arms wrapped tightly around herself almost as if she were trying to hold herself together. The girl was in no means broken but more like hiding and the thick exterior she built around herself was starting to crack. It didn’t make sense to her why this nobody’s words even mattered to much to her. There had to be another way to spin this around, just like she had at the mall. She could tell him to leave but then again he would probably just turn things on her once more and call her out for trying to run from her ‘true self’ or whatever. She refused to look at him, even when he approached her and stood by her side. If she looked at him she knew her eyes would immediately tell him his words were affecting her. Then he talked about when he’d first seen her, and she felt her stomach start to turn in on itself. She knew there plenty of people who admired her beauty from afar but none of them ventured close enough to look deeper into the person beneath the designer clothes and makeup. Wyatt was a person too even though sometimes she didn’t act like it.

“You actually cared that much?” she inquired though she still refused to look at him. Her tone was kept neutral and nonchalant, not wanting to reveal any feelings which threatened to break to the surface. Wyatt closed her eyes when he went on to talk about how she acted earlier when she actually let down her defenses for just a moment. He really thought that was beautiful? It really touched her how he could find that part of her so likable…more likable than the face she showed to the world. It just didn’t seem right. Obviously there had to be something wrong with this guy, right? Yet she felt flattered that someone, anyone found the real her to be appealing. Then she started to feel very, very vulnerable which made her uncomfortable. This soon gave way to anger. How dare he try and mess things up for her? Her life was going so well and now she was beginning to question everything. Perhaps she had been hiding herself away for nothing this entire time.

Wyatt quickly turned on him, fixing her eyes into a glare. She aimed to hurt him because she could feel her defenses slipping away into nothing. If she pushed him just enough there was a chance he would just leave her alone to her protective bubble she kept around herself. “What do you know anyway?! You’re just an insignificant boy with a stupid little crush! Like I even care what someone like you things about me. Why don’t you go off to your dumpy little car and drive yourself out of my life? I don’t need to hear this bullshit!” she snapped, raising her voice to show she meant business.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 27, 2015 1:16:24 GMT -5

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Clint couldn't help but wince at her words, they'd been a little too sudden and he had to really clench his fists as they clung on to him - needling deep in to him and in to his mind. He wasn't sure if she'd just ordered him to leave, but the part of him crumpled that said she had - the other part though, it wasn't going to be shot down so easily. It ignited. Sticks and stones could tear it down but her words just fueled the fire. The emotions pulled and stretched. Clint furrowed his brow after a brief moment, his eyes downcast - not wanting to taste the aggression behind her eyes, not again. He could swear she didn't mean what she'd just said, but the pain they'd caused was almost excruciating. "You mean you don't want to hear it, not from me. Probably not from anyone, either. You're too comfortable." He took a few steps away from their proximity, with his back turned to her now. Being so close didn't help one bit, not with her anger just stifling the air around them. "You probably wouldn't know how to be yourself now, if you tried, if you even wanted to. That's whats so tragic about your beauty, I guess. You don't know how not to depend on it anymore... even when its the last thing you need." Maybe she was in too deep, but - it couldn't be, not with the small hints telling him otherwise. "I think it's something you'll always have Wyatt, whether you care what I think or not."

Facing the way they had come in, Clint looked over his shoulder at her. He really didn't mean to make her angry or push her in any way that would've led to this...or maybe he did. He couldn't be sure, not with his heart racing and emotions flooding within him as they were. He couldn't stop those words, or take them back, or anything but be responsible for them and how they'd just ruined whatever one-in-a-million chance he had to just be normal and helpful around her. Seeing her now... it just looked as if he'd torn her down from her throne and spat on her crown. It hurt him to see her like that. It hurt more to know he was the cause of it. "If you need me to go, though, I will. I won't bother you again."

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 28, 2015 14:57:42 GMT -5

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Wyatt watched Clint’s reaction closely. If she was lucky she could send him right out the door without him seeing any more into her life than he already did. She felt herself at a crossroads between wanting someone to know the truth and feeling the need to protect herself. Once she let someone in, that would be it, there would be no turning back. She did not know if she was strong enough to do that yet. Taking in a deep breath she was concerned by how little it actually helped. Her lungs started to feel hollow, as if not even the deepest breath could fill them. Is that what she’d turned into? A hollow human being? Wyatt snapped her attention back to Clint who luckily now refused to even look her in the eyes. He was right, he was so very right. She was comfortable in this fake life she’d built for herself and leaving that life terrified her because she could lose all she’d worked for. As he stepped away from her she resisted the urge to follow after him and instead just stared at his back. Great, now even the boy who supposedly worshipped at her feet tired of her.

One thing he said really cut her deep and that was when he told her she would not know how to be herself if she tried. It hurt, it hurt so much because (yet again) Clint was absolutely right. She’d long since buried the girl she was in exchange for the girl she thought everyone wanted her to be. It was a complete reality check but one she desperately needed. Wyatt felt her eyes start to sting with threatening tears as she held onto herself tighter. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned away from her. “Just go! You’ve ruined everything,” Wyatt stated though her words came out slightly choked as she held back her tears.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 28, 2015 23:29:28 GMT -5

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Clint turned fully in his stance to face her as he could've sworn he'd witnessed her visibly sink deeper in to herself. This was not the same Wyatt he'd been shadowing earlier today, or for years prior - the highly confident touch-me-not princess - this was someone just as vulnerable as he was, if not more so. He was amazed and at the same time... he felt like a criminal for causing this to her - another human being, not an emotionless husk and definitely not a mannequin despite her endless wardrobe. He knew this with all his heart - and this was exactly what he'd been trying to prove to her but, this was not right. She had wounds and he'd just ripped them open to remind her they were there. The look on his own face was now stricken with a similar hurt in his eyes. Clint swallowed an incredibly guilty sorrow at what his words had just created...or destroyed.

She didn't exactly deserve to have him just jump in to her life like this and tear down all the stage curtains at once. It wasn't fair to do that, especially when she had grown so comfortable in the dark. But he had ignored her warnings and did it anyway. She was right that he'd ruined something, but - "Not everything. I haven't ruined your own humanity. I haven't ruined you, not really." Clint couldn't take it. He felt like kicking himself all the way back home. He honored her command now and turned back toward the exit, taking a few steps before stopping himself, his right hand holding the door frame. He was holding himself back. "I'm really sorry all the same...Wyatt." He had to look at her one more time, he had to see her acknowledge him before it all went back to how it had been. "I can't tell you how sorry I am, I didn't mean to do this to you."

Last Edit: Aug 28, 2015 23:32:42 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 31, 2015 17:56:22 GMT -5

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Wyatt heard Clint turn back around though she refused turn her head to look at him. No doubt he already knew how much damage he had done, but she did not want to give him the privilege of seeing the look in her eyes. The boy managed to completely push her off the edge in not even a full twenty-four hours. She could not understand why someone she barely acknowledged until today could have so much leverage over her. Keeping her arms wrapped around herself, she faced the back wall and trembled slightly. It took everything she had in her to keep herself from crumbling. She listened to his half-assed apology and laughed bitterly. Sorry? Damn right he should be sorry! Granted once he left she would easily be able to slip back into how things usually were, he still gave her a rather painful reminder of how shallow this life she created was.

When he offered that he didn’t mean to do this to her, she bit down on the inside of her cheek. His assumption, although accurate, infuriated her. “Didn’t mean to do this to me?!” Wyatt nearly hissed as she spun around to look at him. Tears welled up in her eyes, causing them to shimmer when introduced to the fluorescent lighting of the closet. “And what exactly didn’t you mean?! You didn’t mean to tear me down in order to see there is a person behind the bitch? Well, are you happy now?!” she stated, using the back of her hand to hastily brush away a falling tear.

Teachers: Dr. Westley Coxx, Mrs. Natalie Hall
High school: Pippa Scott, Noah Wilson, Issy Romero, Lucian Livingston
College: Gracie Fischer, Wyatt Prescott, Oliver Fischer, Mallory Abbott, Maxine Rossi
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Mallicious Endeavors Aug 31, 2015 21:56:29 GMT -5

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Clint didn't stay at the mouth of the door way long, not once she looked over to him with tears in her eyes. He took a few steps toward her, wanting to comfort her...wanting to mend that which he had broken. He wasn't the kind of guy to be discouraged by tears, he knew - from his mother and aunt that when tears came... the last thing to do would be to cower and flee. "You aren't a bitch Wyatt, first off..." he asserted as he stacked up the courage to continue despite her piteous expression assuming the image of rage. "I just... I didn't mean to make you like this. I thought you could use a wake-up call, but I didn't know it would make you sad. I didn't know-" He didn't know she'd fall to pieces. If the confidence he'd seen earlier that day was any basis for assumption, she would've taken all of his words in stride, laughed them off... but she was only human. Like him. She wasn't some impenetrable statue that dresses up, that looks breathtaking in the afternoon sun. She was much more than that and he didn't know why he'd fooled himself in to thinking otherwise.

"I'm not happy, why would I be? You're unhappy." About to point out the fact that she was crying to embellish his observations, Clint let it be. "That's last thing I would've ever meant to do, believe me." He could hardly face the sadness that her broken beauty held, but he forced himself to witness this. His arms lifted feebly from his sides - he wanted to gather her all together again, but he didn't deserve to do that. He lowered them. The criminal isn't allowed to clean up their own scene of crime. "All I wanted to do was - never mind. If I've really ruined everything, then it's no use. But..." He looked away but he couldn't, not for long. He shook his head at his own statement. "no-" He swallowed the guilt and placed his hands upon her arms. "I don't think I have ruined you at all. Only you can do that to yourself. All I've done is show you there's more to life than hiding who you really are. And I only did that because I do really care. Not about how beautiful you can be, or how much of my attention you've stolen without knowing... but because there is more to you and that is what's really beautiful."

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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