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Post by NOAH BENNETT GOLDSTEIN on Jan 29, 2012 20:35:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] --- worse than you could ever know --- ----- oh we talked about nothing which was more than i wanted you to know well we scheme and we scheme but we always blow it we've yet to crash, but we still might as well tow it ----- [scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy]Noah was fairly certain he had didn't have a clue what he was doing. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he was sure of nothing that evening. Not exactly the most comforting thought, but neither was spending hours with Cecelia Villeneuve. The junior kept telling himself he didn't know what on earth was going on, but in reality his motives were pretty simple. Wynne and the Alpha president argued and did whatever the hell they did, and this was just another way to aggravate the Irishman. Noah found too much amusement in Evans' frustrations than he should have. Sure, that meant that he was more or less using Cecelia for his own personal schemes, but if he knew anything about her, it was not to trust the facade she put on, either. In fact, she might be taking advantage of him just as much as he was of her. The Kappa had spent the past two years thinking of her as nothing but a spoiled bitch that just happened to be a bit influential. And attractive enough, he'd admit that. Now he needed her to be a part of his plan. Despite his conflicting thoughts on Cecelia, he was almost looking forward to this. Well, he wasn't dreading it. That was a start. Baby steps, she couldn't expect that much out of him.
Their meeting was innocent enough, but given the two parties involved, it would be anything but. Wining and dining at some frilly restaurant just outside campus wasn't really his style - Noah usually wasn't one to put much, if any effort into things like this - but this was Cruella De Villeneuve he was talking about. The shady bars that Kappas tended to frequent wouldn't quite cut it this time around. Not that he wanted to impress her, she needed him just as much as he needed her. That was the beauty in this deal. What even was this, anyways? A date? More like an arrangement. Great, just one more thing he wasn't sure about. Those were all technical details, though. First he needed to get past stage on in this plan. God, he was starting to sound like Ciel with these eight step plan deals. Now that was a frightening thought.
Brushing away those ideas - Lazaar was the last person he wanted on his mind for the next few hours - Noah stepped inside the quaint building, got a table, and waited for her to show. They could have come together of course, but that was a little much. It was just easier this way. He momentarily pondered the idea of Cecelia standing him up. Now that would be embarrassing, but hey, it wouldn't be the first time. When it came to women, Noah had pretty low standards. He would try to get with anyone that had a pair of knockers... which when he was drunk occasionally got him mixed up with some cross dressing trannys. Looking back it was pretty funny, but he hadn't exactly felt the same way at the time. However, that was a whole different story entirely. Bored and his mind wandering, Noah smirked at the idea of Villeneuve turning out to be a man. Amusing as the thought was, that would suck pretty hard and put a serious wrench in his plan. The whole dinner thing was just a formality in the junior's eyes, but apparently it was necessary. Who knew. Then again, etiquette had never really been a strong suit of the man's, to put it lightly.
Although Noah was good at doing things half-assed, he intended to put forth his full effort tonight. It was strange for him to actually commit to something. It wasn't for Cecelia, or at least he didn't think so. More for Wynne, which was odd to think about, but it was worth it just to mess with his Kappa brother. He honestly couldn't wait to see the expression of Evans' face after this all unfolded. Saying it would be interesting was an understatement. This was his best scheme yet, and there had been many. All he had to do first was schmooze the devil. Easier said than done? Noah was up for the challenge. [/scrolly] tag: celia words: 707 notes: finally --- template by eliza @ shadowplay |
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Post by CECELIA AVA VILLENEUVE on Jan 29, 2012 22:03:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] It doesn't matter what you say, You never mattered anyway! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cecelia Ava Villeneuve was a stunner. Everyone she knew told her so on numerous occasions. Part of her subconscious knew that they were just trying to placate her, but most of her didn’t care whatsoever. She loved the compliments. They made her feel eight feet taller. Her heart pounded in anticipation for what she was going to do tonight. She had agreed to meet Noah at the restaurant, but she couldn’t remember what time they had said they would meet. She shrugged off her ignorance, and patted her hair. She wore a soft cashmere sweater with a mini-skirt. It was winter, and she could feel it in the air. A skirt wasn’t the best idea, but paired with heels it made her legs look elongated and appealing. She pulled into the first parking space she could find and checked her phone. Frowning, she realized that she had no messages. On a usual night, she had received at least twenty. Most were from the girls, asking advice and telling her that they missed her. Others, the more important ones, were from alumni. She was in the process of setting up a dinner in their honor. She had been waiting for a message from the last President that contained directions for the location. She picked up her clutch and exited the car.
Cecelia hadn’t told Noah anything of the events leading up to their understanding. Noah had no idea of the disagreement that she had encountered with Wynne. She felt a prickle of guilt in keeping Noah in the dark, but it was better that way. If he knew the real reason she was doing this, he might not want her. She needed him to make her plan run smoothly. No other Kappa would do. She knew Noah was clean, the other Kappas? Not so much. So she had orchestrated her plan perfectly. At first she had been apprehensive. Knowing Noah, he would want to meet up with her at some bawdy nightclub that she had never even heard of. There was nothing appealing about that whatsoever. Even though she wanted Noah to complete this scenario, she would never do what she planned in a place like that. Too much of her reputation would be destroyed if it were to get out that that was the location that she had been pinned. And she knew it would get out. Noah wasn’t known for keeping his mouth shut. That was another part of the reason she had chosen him. Wynne would have no doubt that Noah was the lucky guy who had finally gotten her panties.
The door handle of the restaurant was cool under her firm grasp. Cecelia hadn’t been out in a while on anything that even remarkably appeared as a date. Part of her felt wistful that she knew it wasn’t. Noah was an attractive guy. He wasn’t very friendly to most, but he was to her. She knew it was because she was an influential person, but beggars can’t be choosers. She knew that there was a part of him that was attracted to her. He would have to be blind, or gay not to be, and she knew he was neither of those things. Her sisters had often complained about how he was a skirt-chaser. She had cautioned them all against him at one time or another, and here she was: set out to seduce him. She smirked at the thought. Her sisters would think she had warned them off just so she wouldn’t have to share, when in fact it wasn’t the reason at all. Shaking off her thoughts, she turned her attention to the small, elegant restaurant. Noah had arrived before her, as he should have. He was sitting at a small table that would just fit two. The air had a very private feel. Shivers ran the length of her spine as she anticipated how the night would end.
“Noah,” she smiled sweetly. ”You look quite dashing today.” She seated herself with aplomb. The warm lighting played off of her scarlet hair. She picked up her menu daintily and glanced at Noah. He had a strong jawline, and the shape of his lips was rather inviting. She bit her lip and raised an eyebrow. ”Are we having wine?” She tried to keep a straight face. She had never exactly pictured Noah as the type of man who would wine and dine her, but sometimes people surprised you. She wouldn’t object, if that were the case. ”So tell me, what have you been up to lately?” She didn’t really keep tabs on the Social Chair, though she might have to start. He was an interesting person in his own right, but she herself, was very busy. There was no possibility that she could know everything that happened to everyone. It was part of the reason she kept so many minions. They were useful when she needed to turn up dirt on someone. They were also overly eager to please. Sometimes it was disgusting how easy they were to manipulate.
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