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Nicodemus pages: Babe!

Long distance to Nicodemus: Jenny swoons. Nick spoke to me! He's so 
 *~~~dreamy~~~*.

From afar, Nicodemus is, like, bored and stuff. So bored, he considered 
 speaking to you. :)

Long distance to Nicodemus: Jenny scrabbles for these social leavings like a 
 starving pigeon at breadcrumbs.

From afar, Nicodemus could slither campuswards maybe. Might invite some other 
 people to see if we can get critical mass RP.

Long distance to Nicodemus: Jenny just might postpone a shower for a promise 
 like that.

From afar, Nicodemus haunts the gameroom.

Long distance to Nicodemus: Jenny zooms!

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Jenny(#2927Pcq)
Black silk blouse over black broomstick skirt, black stockings and black 
pumps, but so very not Goth. Shoulder-length auburn hair is pulled back away 
from her square face in a ponytail with a black scrunchy, showing off angular 
jaw, upturned chin and crystal blue eyes.
***

Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining heavily. The temperature is 49o
 Farenheit (9 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south 
 at 16 mph, with gusts up to 25 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.88 
 and rising, and the relative humidity is 100 percent. The dewpoint is 49o
 Farenheit (9 degrees Celsius.)

Nicodemus is over by one of the pool tables, idly stabbing at the balls in a 
 manner far too recreational for him to be taking the game the least bit 
 seriously. He's playing alone.

***
Nicodemus
This under-twenty teen has a gaunt build and anemic-white flesh. A war between 
 light and dark takes place about him--and the darkness is winning. His hair 
 is no longer black; it's blackish-purple and hangs to shoulder length in a 
 stylishly unkempt manner. His eyes resemble cat pupils.

The Darkling's nails are tipped with metallic-gray polish. Around his neck 
 hangs a silver skull necklace with a red crystal inside. A second necklace, 
 easily overlooked, bears a simple silver crucifix.

A black leather jacket covers his torso. On its back, there's a skull mosaic 
 composed from hundreds of mirror shards. Beneath the jacket is a black 
 T-shirt proclaiming "D.A.R.E. to keep kids off drugs" in bold white letters. 
 His pants are a faded orange denim--almost the color of melted orange 
 sherbit--with black suspenders flopping loose and unused. A length of chromed 
 chain about his waist serves as a completely unneeded belt. Finishing the 
 outfit isa black pair of rugged 18-hole boots.
***

Student Union: Recreation Hall
Tucked into the basement of the Union, two floors under the Sun room and down 
 the stairs from the Commons, is this cave-like, subterranean room which rivals 
 the arcades of a Mall. In the front half of this room divided by a wooden 
 railing and posts are both ancient and recent video games, from the original 
 'Space Invaders', 'Galaga', and 'Dragon's Lair' to 'Mortal Kombat IV', 
 'Daytona USA', and 'Lethal Enforcers'. Electronic special affects vie with 
 the sound of the beeping and mechanical noises of four pinball games lined up 
 along the sides of the room. In the back half, on the other side of the 
 railing from the entrance, is a better lit area, mostly filled with table 
 games: a few pool tables, one for foosball, and even one for air hockey. In 
 the far back corner are a few tables and chairs useful for card games, and a 
 jukebox stands against one wall, filled with a collection of CDs ranging from 
 classic through pop, hard, acid, and grunge rock rap and some alternative.

Jenny storms down the stairs, reflecting the weather in more ways than one as 
 she pours water from clothing and body onto the floor beneath her and glares 
 about the room with thunderheads rolling out on her gaze. Arms akimbo, she 
 hits the bottom of the steps and studies the room, trying to decide on her 
 next step.

Nicodemus pokes at the white ball and manages to sink a striped one. He starts 
 chalking the tip of the cue excessively, as if maybe that were half the fun 
 of the game, whilest looking around the room to check on various people and 
 such. He nods over towards Jenny's direction.

Jenny does not immediately notice Nick's presence. She sloshes over toward the 
 counter, water running down the faux-wood siding as she murmurs to the boy 
 behind the counter. He eyes her and smiles, but shakes his head to the 
 negative.

Nicodemus goes back to his game as Jenny mosies over to chitchat with the help. 
 Blue chalkdust falls onto the green table. Then he doesn't take a shot. He 
 just stands back up and starts chalking yet again while walking around the 
 table and sizing the layout up.

Jenny curls her lip back and snarls at the boy before stomping away, sprays of 
 water coming off her wrists at each individual impact. *Now* she spots Nick, 
 and stops dead.

Nicodemus meanders about the table, circling to the other side, then back to 
 almost where he started--taking the long way. Still chalking the cue the 
 entire time, he now stops and the blue dust floats to the ground in a heavy 
 cloud. Now, finally, he lines up the shot. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Repeat 
 half a dozen more times. *clink!* The white ball travels across the table, 
 bounces off the side, passes through a collective rabble of balls without 
 touching a single one, and sinks into a hole in a corner pocket. The table 
 emits quiet rumblings lost in the ambient noise of the gameroom as the ball 
 rolls towards the recovery bin. Nick stands and straightens, surveying the 
 balls remaining and not bothering to go get the white one for the time being.

Jenny licks her lips nervously and eyes the Mortal Wombat II machine, as if 
 gauging the space it offers to hide her behind. Then she quietly, casually 
 turns and moves calmly toward the stairs again.

Nicodemus pages: Have to leave?
You paged Nicodemus with 'Not a bit.'.

*Whap!* A light and brief pressure on the back of your jacket, as if someone 
 briefly poked you on the upper right shoulder blade. Then a little square 
 thing rolls off to one side in front of you. It's a well-used thing of blue 
 cue-stick chalk. No telling where that came from!

Jenny flinches, then turns slowly as she tries to tuck bits of loose hair back 
 in the direction of her ponytail. "Oh, hey," she says once she's forced her 
 body to swivel back toward the pool tables, "How's it goin'?"

Nicodemus leans on the pool stick casually--sans chalk cube. "Fine here. You 
 look like a sopping wet pussy," miniscule pause, "cat." He pushes on the 
 stick and shifts his weight to lean against the table. "Ready for another 
 semester of hell?"

Jenny tries to look casual as she strolls toward the table, arms thrown across 
 her chest, hand straying up to brush a soaked tendril of hair from a 
 cherry-red cheek. "As ready as I'll get, you know. I may even pay for 'em 
 this time." She licks her lips again. "You?"

"As ready as I'd ever be, I guess." Nicodemus reaches forth to squeeze your 
 shirt sleeve, coaxing cold water from it and, upon removing his hand, leaving 
 the spot just a little warmer from his touch. "Sort of excited, actually. 
 Majoring in art now." He brings his moistened hand to his lips to taste the 
 rainwater. "Quite a storm outside," he declares after tasting the water.

You paged Nicodemus with 'Evil man.'.
Nicodemus pages: Art is pretty evil, yup.

Jenny's complexion reddens, and she does not immediately provide a reply. Then 
 finally she nods, drawing her arms in closer to her body. "Uh. Yeah, I... 
 missed the weather report, wasn't expecting it. Heh. Obviously." She fidgets 
 slightly, shifting her weight to her other foot. "Art? What medium?"

Nicodemus briefly raises the hand under his nose, then lets it fall to his 
 side. "Metals and wood. I'd like to combine the modern industrial themes with 
 the traditional feel of dark, polished hardwood here and there. What are you 
 into this semester?"

Jenny doesn't look up. "Not getting a crush on gay teachers. I think I'll 
 double major in having a brain."

Nicodemus tisks softly, once. "Big mistake, but you know how hearts 
 work--completely independent of reason." He leans against the side of the 
 pool table with his hip, seemingly dwelling on his own words for a moment.

Jenny grins and shrugs, but still doesn't look away from the green felt. 
 "Yeah. I got a kind of a bad history with crushes. The best ones are the ones 
 that just ignore me." A pause. "God, I look like hell. This blouse is ruined. 
 I spent fuckin' sixty bucks on this, and I'll go home and all my underthings 
 will be all splotchy black because it bled all over them before it died."

Nicodemus finds the gothic silver lining. "You could just dye the underthings 
 black, too. And those who ignore are certainly missing out, I'm sure." He 
 looks back to the pool table, seemingly studying it as he drops the white 
 ball back onto the playing field.

Jenny takes a breath and mutters something to herself, camoflaging the move by 
 reaching up to straighten her hair again as she does so. "So. Rack 'em up? 
 Loser buys?" she asks, finally lifting her head.

Nicodemus doesn't think the offer over for more than a second before he reaches 
 for the triangular device to position the balls. "Sure. Except I was planning 
 on watching a new DVD later so I'd rather not hit a bar, win or lose." He 
 lifts the triangle and offers the stick to you. "You can join me if you want. 
 You going first?"

Jenny reaches and takes the stick, taking hold before she finishes processing. 
 A pause, a blink, and then a nod. "Yeah. Yeah, sure. What's your game?" She 
 studies him, watching for a response.

Nicodemus purses his lips slightly. "The one where one person tries to get all 
 the solids down and the other person the stripes and then do the 8-ball." A 
 shrug and a faint upward curve of a corner of his mouth. "Forgot what it's 
 called but it seems to be fairly popular."

Jenny dips her head in agreement, and goes to the head of the table. "Clear!" 
 she calls, before sending the white ball down the table with some speed but 
 little aim.

Nicodemus props his elbows on the edge of the table beside you, watching the 
 balls and the ensuing chaos surrounding the initial break. "Is it customary to 
 say 'clear' when starting?" He sounds generally curious, as if he doesn't know 
 and had never seen such a thing before.

Jenny shrugs. "I just thought I'd give you warning, in case one of these things 
 got air and hopped the table. Or accidentally went into a pocket. No fear on 
 either case, looks like."

Nicodemus offers, "Want a few pointers?" Not that he's likely to be much better 
 than you judging from his prior goofing around.

Jenny looks up from the table, clinging to her stick and leaning against it, 
 then nods and smiles. "Yeah, that'd be sporting of you."

"Okay. Set up again," Nick instructs as he goes to fetch the white ball and 
 bring it back to its starting position. "You want to get down and close to the 
 table than you were. More eye level," he advises.

Jenny scoops the balls quickly into the plastic triangle. "Down and close to 
 the table. Like bend my knees, or lean forward?" she asks, as she moves back 
 to the cue-ball end of the table.

Nicodemus recommends, "Legs straight and bend over the table. You want to be 
 nice and stable."

Jenny nods as if she understands perfectly. Then she tries to lean forward, 
 keep her legs straight and not tip forward onto the table. "You're on crack," 
 she mutters.

"Not this month," the goth replies to the comment. "And then you want to rest 
 your left hand on the table and lay the stick between the valley between your 
 knuckles. You've got to keep the hand relaxed, though. Otherwise you'll mess 
 up." Nicodemus moves closer to you, getting low to the table with you for 
 better perspective.

"Oh!" she exclaims, "I can lean on the table. That'll help." She tries this new 
 trick and is far more successful. "Okay. Um. Like this?" She runs the cue 
 between the knuckles of her spread index and middle finger, aiming toward the 
 cue ball.

Nicodemus moves in closer, making minor adjustments to your leading hand. 
 "Okay," he says, hesitating a moment before actually coming in contact with 
 your wet clothes as he leans to instruct further. As usual, there's a lot of 
 body heat coming from him. "Now run the stick back and forth gently over your 
 hand. Don't tense up with your left arm. Particularly the fingers. Just get a 
 feel for it. Make a rhythm."

Jenny rocks back and forth a bit as she slides the stick up and down the valley 
 she's created. "Mm hmmm. Like this? Relaxed enough?" she asks, turning her 
 head to look back at him.

"Yeah," Nicodemus says. "Back and forth and back and forth and back and then 
 just follow through."

Jenny grins. "Do I say 'clear' first?"

Nicodemus shakes his head negatively. "It's not so much the amount of power you 
 use, but more about the smoothness of the impact. Just let it slip forwards 
 unhindered. Follow through."

Jenny doesn't look convinced, but is apparently willing to try. She turns back 
 to frown at the cue ball, adjusts herself, and slides... back and forth and 
 back and forth and then follows... through.

The cue ball connects with the formation and, with a clatter, the balls scatter 
 in different directions with varying velocities. There's a clunk as a striped 
 ball sinks in one back pocket and a follow up thunk as a second drops in a 
 second afterwards. The cue ball ends up about 10 inches away from an easy tap 
 shot that is all but guaranteed to drop into the hole. "Hey, that was pretty 
 good," Nicodemus comments as he rights himself, clothes slightly darkened from 
 contact with your wet ones.

Jenny stands up sharply in surprise. "Wow! That was--they went in. And I wasn't
even--wow."

Nicodemus pages: Wow, it was like, a magickal shot there! :)
You paged Nicodemus with 'I'm sure that didn't even occur to her. She's just 
 impressed that a shot she wasn't even paying attention to went so well.'.
Nicodemus pages: Ain't coincidence grand?
Long distance to Nicodemus: Jenny thinks it was no coincidence. She conspired 
 to get him to grab her.
Nicodemus pages: The classic "lemme help you with that pool shot" scene.
Long distance to Nicodemus: Jenny nodnods.

Nicodemus takes a step back from the pool table to allow you room to play and 
 manuever freely. "You get to go again. Looks like you've got an easy shot, 
 too. Think you've got the hang of it?"

Jenny chews her lip as she looks at it. "One more time?" she finally asks, 
 sounding nervous and uncertain.

Nicodemus exhales through his nose and moves closer. "You're not going to have 
 me doing this all night, are you?"

Jenny murmurs "Only if I'm lucky..." as she leans over the table, propping the 
 stick on her knuckles. "I'm sorry, I know it's not hard, but I'm still getting 
 the feel of it."

"You were already lucky once," Nicodemus comments as he repositions himself to 
 assist. "Maybe you'll get lucky later, too?"

From afar, Nicodemus thinks this conversation has officially gone to the gutter.
Long distance to Nicodemus: Jenny has been waiting quite patiently.

Jenny leans over the table, actually paying some attention to the cue this 
 time. "My fortune cookie at lunch said I should expect great things to happen 
 today," she says casually as she strikes a second time.

It's an easy shot and nigh impossible to screw up. Predictably, the ball goes 
 in. "Great expectations." Nicodemus rights himself again. "You've got too much 
 of a head start for me to catch up. I guess I'll just have to concede so we 
 can just head over to my place. Ready?"

Jenny grins. "Got something dry for me to change into? A loaner, like?" She 
 sets the stick down on the table. "Maybe something kinda neo-gothic?"

"I've got some things laying around, yeah." Nicodemus reaches for his jacket. 
 "Probably do you some good to take a hot shower while I dig it up, though. Get 
 warmed up a bit and shake off the chill."

Jenny reaches up again to straighten her hair, and her shoulders slump as she 
 smiles at him. "That sounds great, said Admiral Scott, shaking the ice out of 
 his lovely new haircut."

Nicodemus runs a hand through his own hair, pushing it out of his eyes. 
 "Thought you might appreciate that. You're a bit cold to the touch." He heads 
 for the exit and offers, "I could just swing the car over to pick you up at 
 the entryway. Or are you just going to brave the rain again seeing as you're 
 already all wet?"

Jenny shrugs. "How worried are you about your upholstery? I'm only kinda damp 
 now."

Nicodemus simply shrugs. "It'll survive. If it doesn't, I'll just put in the 
 new stuff I was looking at a few months ago."

Jenny grins. "Then let's just go. Or *I* can bring it around so *you* don't 
 get wet."

"No way!" Nick says as he heads outside and picks up the pace to dash towards 
 where he's parked, one hand fumbling keys out of his jacket pocket so they'll 
 be ready by the time he gets to the metallic purple muscle car.

Jenny dashes along behind him, splashing with utter disregard. "I'd just drive 
 it a little. I hardly ever crashed. The cop said it wasn't even my fault one 
 of the times!"

Nicodemus comes up on the driver's side first and opens the door quickly, 
 reaching across to unlock and open the other door promptly. "Nope. Can't drive 
 the Purple People Eater," he says, obstinate in this matter apparently but 
 still maintaining a tone of distant bemusement. The engine turns over and 
 settles into a gutteral, gas-sucking, rumbling purr that vibrates the vehicle 
 soothingly. Despite the car's age, it's in good shape and little modern 
 amenities such as a CD player, fuzzbuster, and various other electronic 
 gadgets have been added.

Jenny slips inside as quickly as she can, dropping herself onto the huge seat. 
 The metal door crashes shut after her as she starts looking for a seatbelt. 
 "So what's the inflight movie?"

"Mad Max," Nicodemus says as he puts the car in gear and drives straight 
 forwards, crossing over the sidewalk, clunking over the 4 inch curb, and 
 accelerating down the wet streets towards his father's house and the place 
 where the aborted attempt at a band had met over a year ago.

From afar, Nicodemus hates to be rude, but he's going to take time out while 
 driving to give Jenny a once over with a Life/spirit/prime scan to check for 
 hideous things like diseases or inadvertant werewolfishness. You'd be amazed 
 these days!

Jenny quickly fastens herself in and nods. She doesn't speak much during the 
 trip, but her gaze drifts to the driver more than once, leaving the 
 rain-besotted streets for only seconds at a time however.

Long distance to Nicodemus: Jenny grins and is sure Jenny won't be at all 
 offended.
Long distance to Nicodemus: Jenny thinks a moment. Nothing hideous comes to 
 mind. She might be getting a cold.
Nicodemus pages: Well, want to just end it here then? I'm not keen on doing 
 these sorts of scenes.
You paged Nicodemus with 'No sweat. We should sometime establish what happens, 
 but other than that we're clear.'.
From afar, Nicodemus would wager that sex happened. With standard precautions 
 and whatnot. And Nick tends to cheat a bit with magick to heighten the 
 experience for both parties in coincidental ways. With great power comes great 
 responsibility. Good thing Nick doesn't have great power.
Long distance to Nicodemus: Jenny snickers. 
Nicodemus pages: CoXers use pleasure to make magic. Nick uses magick to make 
 pleasure. Subtle differences. 
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