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Post by Shinigami on Jul 30, 2007 15:36:19 GMT -5
Foster caught on to college fairly quick, and because of his more mature appearance, his height, and his intelligence he very rarely got mistaken for a "freshie". Though, a freshman was what he was. He was currently sitting infront of a canvas in his Painting I class worrying his lip ring with his teeth as he sat back and looked at what he had already completed.
His clothes where splattered in paint, as were his arms and he even had a few flecks on his face. There was a smear just next to his nose where he had scratched an itch halfway through class. He tilted his head to the side, looking at the painting from a slightly different perspective as he ran his hands through his already paint streaked hair. He was sure he looked a mess to most, but he never minded getting dirty, especially when it was paint he was covered in.
He had just touched his paint brushed back to the canvas when there was a shrill bell that signaled the end of class. He had managed to keep his hand still and not ruin his painting, but he still hadn't gotten used to those damned bells. He sighed and began putting away his paints quickly and brought his brushes up to the large sink to rinse them out. He looked around at his class as he did so. There were quite a few attractive students and as he caught one or two of their eyes he gave his best smile, sometimes getting a blush in return.
While the students in his class were attractive, they weren't what had his attention. His eyes locked onto the form of his rather beautiful teacher who was busy trying to shoo kids away so she could leave. It was her last class of the day, after all. He smirked as he took his time cleaning out his brushes, wanting to be the last to leave so he could play a bit before having to hall his painting supplies across campus. He had already tried out his Incubus powers on a good number of the students, so this time he wanted to see just how far they could get him with a grown, experianced woman.
As the last of the students filed out of the room he finished up with this brushes, shaking some of the excess water out of them and patting them down with paper towels. He made his way back to his painting, putting his brushes away and trying to find a nice spot to put his latest materpiece so it wouldn't get messed with, all the while keeping an eye on what his teacher was up to.
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Post by Maira on Jul 30, 2007 15:44:56 GMT -5
Lia was tired and distracted as she tried to rush her students out of the classroom so she could go home. She'd spent the night at Talbot's the night before and as usual she hadn't gotten terribly much sleep... Still, she was in a fairly good mood and once most of the stragglers had packed up and left she walked around the room looking at the pieces that her students were working on.
This semester she was actually quite pleased by the talent many of her students exhibitted and on in particular caught her eye. The owner of the piece, she realized, was a student she had in her sculpting class and her drawing class as well. His style was very distinctive, and somehow a little familiar.
When she turned from admiring the piece, she saw that the student was just finishing putting his brushes away and she walked over to him. When he looked up she smiled and said, "I like your new piece Foster. Keep up the good work." Then she turned to go pack up her own things and head home for the day. She wanted nothing more than to curl up on her couch with some popcorn and a movie.
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 30, 2007 15:58:34 GMT -5
((ooc- Just as a note, try to imagine Foster speaking with an Australian accent... I don't think I could try and type it like that and be successful.. lol))
Foster was pleasantly surprised when Lia walked up to him. He had the opportunity to see her three times a day, but he had never really gotten the chance to speak with her. Also, his other classes were earlier and she was usually much more adament about shooing the students out so the next class could begin. He put on a bright smile when she complimented his work, and was genuinly happy she liked it.
As she walked away he finally spoke up, something he didn't get much of a chance to do in his art classes, as he was usually too absorbed in his work or admiring the teacher's figure. "Thank you, really. It's supposed to look like home, at least for me." The painting itself was an abstract he had done of the Australian wilderness around his home.
He set it on the ground, tucking it away in a corner that seemed to be left alone for the most part, quickly making sure it would be able to sit and dry without getting harmed before he turned back to Lia. "We never get you see any of your work in class, though. Most of the other art professors have their work hanging around." He moved a few steps closer to her. "I'm sure it would inspire even your worst students. Why don't you ever have it around?"
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Post by Maira on Jul 30, 2007 21:43:38 GMT -5
She was only half listening as she stuffed her planner and her sketchbook into her backpack and when she turned around to answer his quesion as to why she never hung her artwork in the class she jumped at his proximity. Nobody had snuck up on her in a long time, being a succubus she was naturally in tune to where all humans were just so she'd know where her 'prey' might be.
It took her a moment to regain her composure, and to do a bit of self-searching to see what was possibly wrong with her for not sensing him move, but when she did, Lia answered, "A lot of my work is not finished so I keep it at home piled up in my studio in hopes of some day finishing it. The few pieces that I do finish I'm rather attached to and just don't like to part with."
She shrugged at his confused look and then zipped up her backpack and slung it over her shoulders. She hoped this would encourage Foster to pack up as well and head for the door. While she waited for him to get the hint, Lia added, "If you want to see my work, I can bring in my portfolio or you can visit my website. Neither are complete by any means, but you'll get an idea of what I do."
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 30, 2007 22:14:09 GMT -5
Foster hadn't really meant to startle her, but he wanted to get a little closer before actually attempting to release any of his power. He knew she was trying to hurry him along, and he didn't want to aggrivate her, so he took a step back as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. "Well, I would like to see some of it. Though, I always did prefer to look at art in person, but I guess I'll have to settle, ehy?"
As he spoke he let a little of his power trickle out, smiling as he finished. Foster turned to collect his things, close up his rather large tackle box of art supplies and hoist it off of the stool it had been perched on. "How 'bout I walk you out? At least to your car. It's getting rather late already."
Foster stepped closer once more and offered his arm, much in the way an old time gentleman would, and waited to see if she would take it, letting just a bit more of his power out. He knew he wasn't going to get what he wanted that night, so he was going to build up his image as much as he could while he had the chance.
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Post by Maira on Jul 30, 2007 22:34:44 GMT -5
With one eyebrow raised at his boldness, Lia told Foster, "I don't make a habit of bringing students to my house and since my art doesn't leave my house very often it'll be kind of hard for you to see it in person. I think the portfolio or website will have to do for now." She could help but smirk at bit as she said that.
When he finally gathered up his things and offered to walk her out to her car, Lia smiled warmly at him and nodded. "You can walk with me but I'll have to decline your arm. There's that whole rule against teachers being involved with students and I'm afraid that'd give off the wrong impression." Not to mention, she couldn't help thinking that Talbot wouldn't like if she walked out to her car on the arm of one of her students.
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 30, 2007 23:01:29 GMT -5
Foster hesitated only for a moment when he was brushed off so easily, and was a little put out by the fact that she refused his arm. She seemed to be an illusive one, so he stepped up his efforts just a bit. He kept letting his power strengthen little by little as he put on his charm. "Well, alright then, but I don't see any harm in lending my arm to a pretty sheila like yourself."
He held open the door to the hallway for her, making sure he stayed as close to her as she allowed him to, and waited in silence as she locked up the classroom. As they got outside towards the parking lot he tried getting a bit closer to her. "Right, now which one of these lovies is your car?" He got out his own keys, twirling them by the key rings on his fingers, as was a habit of his.
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Post by Maira on Jul 31, 2007 4:46:46 GMT -5
Completely unnoticed to herself, Lia began to warm up to Foster as they walked. She could tell he was flirting with her but he seemed harmless enough so she let him continue. By the time they reached the parking lot, he was walking so close to her that their arms brushed periodically.
At his question about which car was hers, Lia pointed distractedly as she dug in her backpack for her keys, "Its over there somewhere," she mumbled as she dug deeper into the pocket. She finally found her keys and hauled them out of the bag before zipping it back up and slinging it over one of her shoulders. Just as she did so, the seam where that strap attached to the main part of the bag came apart. As it tore open, Lia's things went spilling out onto the parking lot pavement. Cursing Eris for her love of Chaos, Lia quickly bent down and started gathering up her stuff.
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 31, 2007 5:22:09 GMT -5
Foster had a little satisfied smirk on his face as Lia became more distracted and let him get so close that they were now brushing arms as they walked. When she pointed off to what car belonged to her he looked over in that direction, but there were a few cars, so he didn't know which one she was talking about. As his attention was returning to his so called "prey" her bag ripped, spilling her things over the whole parking lot. "Oi, let me help you"
He bent down to help Lia collect her things, fairly close to the woman, and tried for every opportunity he could to let their hands touch or their arms brush past eachother. While he wasn't quite a master of his Incubus powers yet, they were much more effective when he was touching his target. He stretched out, using his superior reach granted by his height to gather some of the things that had managed to go a bit further than the rest. Once he had collected what he could reach he looked around, searching for anything else they might have missed. "Did we get it all? Don't want to to leave anything that might be important."
((ooc- I was so tempted to have him say Crikey.... you have no idea, lol))
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Post by Maira on Jul 31, 2007 11:09:10 GMT -5
She was still muttering curses about Eris when finally all her things were once again sort of in her bag. She couldn't wear it so she carried it in front of her with both arms around it. She still had her keys in one hand so luckily she didn't have to go digging for those again, but once they started walking to her car again, Lia realized that she wouldn't be able to unlock the car door while holding the bag the way she was. Without thinking, Lia asked Foster, "Would you take my keys and unlock my car for me?"
((ooc: short sorry, gotta get ready for work!))
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 31, 2007 18:40:47 GMT -5
Foster stood, ready to offer to take her bag so she could get into her car, but Lia beat him to it, asking him to grab her keys instead. He tucked him own keys back into his pocket and carefully, with as much touching as he could, slipped her keys out of her hands. He twirled them about his fingers as he did his own. "Which car is yours, exactly?"
Once he was directed to which car belonged to Lia, he tested his luck and placed one of his hands on her back under the gise of helping to lead her, since she was juggling her broken bag and it's contents. His Incubus powers were still increasing little by little, but they weren't strong enough to be really noticeable yet. He grabbed the keys with his fist to still them and kept his hand on Lia's back as they got to the car. He reached around her to unlock the door, almost close enough to press himself against her. "You're chariot, my sheila."
He stood back a bit to give her enough room to open her car door, which he took hold of and held it open for her. "Won't you be needn' help carryn' all this? I mean, if you can't unlock your car with an arm load how are you goin' to unlock your house? I can help you home, if you like."
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Post by Maira on Jul 31, 2007 19:15:32 GMT -5
In the back of her mind, Lia noted that Foster was a very tactile person what with his touching her hands to take her keys and walking with his hand on her back. Normally it probably would have bothered her since she barely knew him but he was just such a sweet guy that she didn't this time. She also just couldn't help smiling at himwith some of the charming things he said.
Once he had the car door open and she had set her ripped bag and its contents on the passenger seat, Lia turned back to him. While she'd had her head in the car he had offered to help her home with her stuff and despite what she'd told him before she nodded gratefully and said, "Thanks, that'd be really nice." Then with a sweet smile she added, "And for helping me, how bout I show you some of my work?"
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 31, 2007 20:40:57 GMT -5
A smile lit across his face when Lia agreed to let him see her home. She had told him ealier that she didn't like students coming to her house, but he was certain his powers had something to do with her change in opinion. Then, once she mentioned his reward for helping her, Foster smiled wider, showing a full set of teeth in his mirth. "Oi, really? That would be great!"
He waited by the car door until she got herself settled in the driver's seat, then he shut the door for her and went around to the passenger side, opening the door and ducking down to look over at Lia when he noticed she had placed her bag on the seat. He called over to her with a playing smirk on his face. "Oi, ye kickn' me to the back, sheila?"
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Post by Maira on Jul 31, 2007 21:19:26 GMT -5
Lia looked confused when Foster opened her passenger door, didn't he have his own car? To answer his question she explained, "No, I'm not kicking you to the back I just figured you had your own ride seein as you were swinging a set of keys before you took mine to unlock the car for me."
After she'd spoken, a thought occurred to Lia and she asked, "Is your car in a different lot? I can drive you to it then you can follow me from there." As she waited for him to answer, Lia took the chance to actually get a good look at him. To put it plainly, he was hot. Yes she was involved with Talbot but she -was- a succubus so he knew that it was in her nature to appreciate physical form. He couldn't fault her for admiring Foster's physical attractiveness.
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Post by Shinigami on Aug 1, 2007 17:40:53 GMT -5
Foster was a bit put off that he was expected to follow, since she's be without the influence of his power for the ride to her house, but he never could make a habit of lying, especially after she'd already spied his keys. While he could probably try to get off on a technicality, as he owned a motorcycle, but he would get a ride to his bike and hope his efforts last the drive to Lia's house. "Ah, that would be great. My motorbike's parked in the college apartment's lot, which is across campus."
Across campus wasn't far, at least not in a car. Foster shifted Lia's bag and it's contents, carefully, to where she directed him to put them. Once they were out of the way he slid into the passenger's seat and placed his tackle box at his feet. He was tall so it was a little tight, but it didn't bother him. Foster gave a little burst of of power as he showed her one of his best smiles. "Thanks, really. Walkn' all that way would have just been bloodly annoying."
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Post by Maira on Aug 8, 2007 14:23:34 GMT -5
When Foster told Lia where his motorcycle was parked she was already thinking about letting him just ride along. But when he accepted the ride to the motorcycle, she nodded and told him to move her bag carefully to the back seat.
Once her bag was settled in the back and Foster was crammed into her front seat, he turned and smiled at her and thanked her for the ride to his bike. That was it, she felt bad for making him take his own transportation. Without even thinking, she smiled wide back at him and told him, "Never mind, it'll be quicker to just take my car. The bus stops right by my house so you can always just take that home later."
With that, Lia started up her car and pulled out of the college parking lot and onto the city's streets. Traffic was terrible on the drive home and didn't leave much opportunity for talking as Lia had to constantly focus on the other idiot drivers. Even with the traffic though, they made it to Lia's house in fairly decent time. When she pulled up to the driveway she took a huge relaxing breath then declared, "And this is where I live." Turning to Foster, she smiled at him again and waited for him to comment on her house or her driving or something....
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Post by Shinigami on Aug 9, 2007 9:51:23 GMT -5
Foster smiled again, thanking Lia quickly for decided to just drive him to her place. He could take the bus home, though he was hoping that with the way things were going, he wouldn't be taking it home that night. Even if she didn't let him in her bed, he was at least hoping to be able to weasel his way into being able to stay the night. He stayed silent in the car, as he didn't really want to distract Lia too much while she was driving, plus traffic was bad enough, so he wasn't looking to get into an accident.
It didn't take too long to get to Lia's house, and for the whole ride he had just been focusing on keeping his powers steady and his influence strong. He smiled when she announce they had arrived at her home, and was a bit amused when he noticed she seemed to be waiting for his responce. "Oi, you have a really nice house. And it was rather quick gettn here, even with all the traffic. Watta ya say I help you in, then?"
((ooc: I realized that I started typing like I imagined him speaking... lol. Oh well... if it gets too bad I'll stop >_<;; ))
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Post by Maira on Aug 10, 2007 11:22:38 GMT -5
When Foster finally spoke, Lia smiled and nodded her head. "Did you want to get the bag or the door?" she asked curiously as she rummaged on her keychain for the housekey. It only took her a moment to find it but by the time she looked up to get Foster's answer he was holding her ripped bag. She smiled again and gave a small nod in thanks, then led the way up the walk to her front door.
Once inside, Lia kicked off her shoes and dropped her keys on the table just to the left of the door. She turned around and gestured at Foster to take her bag on through. "Lets put it in the kitchen for now so I don't get paint flakes or rock dust on my couch."
After the bag was safely on the kitchen counter, Lia asked Foster, "Did you want something to drink or snack on maybe?" As she asked this she grabbed an apple from a basket sitting on the counter. It was her typical snack when she got home, she didn't like eating dinner till later so this was meant only to tide her over till then."
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Post by Shinigami on Aug 10, 2007 17:42:00 GMT -5
When Lia asked if he wanted to get her bag or the door, he figured he'd juggle with the bag instead of making her do it. She looked away to fish for her house key and he took that time to carefully gather up her bag as well as his box of art supplies. It was a handful, but he got a smile out of Lia for it, so he was happy with that. He followed her up to the door and inside, taking a glance around her house as he was led through the livingroom and into the kitchen.
Foster set the bag up on the counter and then placed his own box up next to it. He figured it probably had a paint splatter or two, so he didn't want to put in down and get paint on her floors. Counters were easier to clean. He ran a hand through his hair again, cursing silently to himself about the dried paint in his hair.
He was idly playing with his lip ring, as he had a habit of doing, when Lia asked him if he wanted food or a drink. He smiled at the offer, but didn't want to over-impose. "How bout just a cup of water?" As she went about getting him a glass of water he leaned on her counter, taking a moment to look around her kitchen. "You have a nice house. Makes me rather excited to catch peek at your art, if you're so good with dressn up your house."
He was content. Things were going nicely and it seemed he had a pretty good start, so he wasn't pushing his powers much further. Now he wanted to see how far he could get at the level he was at. He'd up them if he thought they'd give him a chance at making any significant progress.
((ooc - I can't wait to drag Talbot into it... lol))
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Post by Maira on Aug 13, 2007 13:01:29 GMT -5
As she got a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water, Foster complimented her on her home and how she had it decorated. She was just about to thank him when he said something about how he couldn't wait to see her art if her house looked as good as it did. Giving him a half smile, she answered as she handed over the glass, "Well, do you want to see the old stuff first then or the stuff I'm working on right now?"
As she waited for him to answer, Lia walked back around the corner and toward the stairs. Her studio was in the office next to the stairs and the rest of her work was either upstairs in one of the spare bedrooms or downstairs in the basement.
Before he could make a decision, Lia heard her cell phone vibrating in her bag back on the kitchen counter. She was about to go get it but then decided that whoever it was would call back later if it was really that important.
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