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Post by brig2 on Jun 19, 2012 22:22:34 GMT -5
 Anna had been running around her house all day trying to pick up everything, and make it look good enough, even know she had three maids, and two cleaners that cleaned the house nonstop all day. She had been noticing her struggle with her French Class, even know both of her parents are from France. She seemed to want some other way for it to work, and she figured the only way to get this right was to get a tutor. She went to sign up, only to find out that the weird one was the only one not booked for any tutoring when Anna needed the tutoring. She oddly found her self worried about how he would think of her, and how he would think of everything. For some reason, Anna was nervous. She had never had anyone come to her house like this, like actually inside her house. She wasn't someone that opened up her life to anyone, not even a tutor. Anna got herself ready after she felt like her house was ready for her guest. She dressed in a blue sailor dress, but didn't keep the hat that went with the outfit today. She threw her long achor necklace on, and then put her blue and white plugs into her ears. She started on her make up next. First, putting her cover up on, and then her powder over that. She grabbed the black eyeliner, caking that around her eyes, as she put that down, she grabbed her eyeshadow. She decided that she would do a silver-blue color on her eyes. She then touched up with mascara, and some lipgloss.
After she was done doing her make up, she slipped her feet into her little black moccasins, and then made her way down stairs. She grabbed her bag, pulling her french book out, and her notebook that she used for french class, which held all of her notes from the class. She pulled out the homework that she had due for tomorrow that she would ask help from Alix to do. She then set them down on the large dinning room table. She placed a pen, a pencil, whiteout, a sharpener, a highlighter on the table. She then moved to the fridge grabbing herself a water bottle. She placed it on the table, and then closed the fridge. She twisted the bottle open, and took a sip. She looked at the time, she had about three minutes left. But, soon she heard a knock at the door. Anna moved towards the door, and opened the door to see...
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Post by alixandre on Jun 20, 2012 19:55:04 GMT -5
 when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER[/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Alixandre wasn't worried about his meeting with his newest tutoring student. Black-rimmed, mismatched eyes glanced in the mirror of his vanity as his Followers rushed around him. A twisted smirk tethered up the corner of his lip as he brushed a stray lock of coal-black hair from his pale face. Jeordie rushed over and sat down, carefully and meticulously applying the rest of Alix's makeup. Rita walked over and bowed down to her knees, staring up at him as she put on each of his shoes and laced them up. When he rose to his feet Leyla sauntered into the room and kissed the ring on his left ring finger before slipping on his black suit coat. He gave her one of his rare, genuine smiles and kissed her temple. After he got together his workbooks and a tall glass of black coffee he headed out to his '49 Cadilliac Coupe. The shiny, black behemoth stood in stark contrast to the modern outside of his mansion. And seeing as Alix himself was quite the sight..well, you could imagine the looks he got!
It wasn't a long drive over to his new students house, and he'd managed to arrive three minutes early. He exited the car and took his time walking up the sidewalk to the home. He knocked on the door and lazily waited around until he heard footsteps approaching. Straightening his blood red tie he was shocked when the door opened. His breath hitched somewhere between his chest and throat as he stared at the girl before him. She was the spitting image of his beloved Sarafina! From the stormy eyes to the fair skin and rash of ebon hair, she was a walking, breathing Sarafina. And in that exact moment when he eyes met his he knew he had to have her for his own. When he regained his composure he gave her his most charming smile and titled his head.
"Hello, I'm Alixandre. I assume you are Anna?" His deep, purring voice said as he smiled at her.
He waited for her to allow him to come inside. The smirk on his lips never fading as he followed her to the kitchen. When he saw her things spread out on the table all he wished was that she was on that table, not the paperwork. But he would have to bide his time and win her over like he had all the others. And if she were anything like his dearly departed she would be putty in his hands, and in his bed too, in no time. He sat down at the table and laid out his workbook, gently taking a sip of his coffee before setting it on the table. He raised his mismatched eyes to look at Anna and gestured to the seat next to him.
"Alors, qu'est-ce que vous savez de la langue française à ce jour? Quelles sont vos faiblesses?" He said in perfect, fluid French.
523 WORDSAnna/Brig TAGGEDClick! OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITAlors, qu'est-ce que vous savez de la langue française à ce jour? Quelles sont vos faiblesses? - What do you know of French so far? What are your weaknesses? NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by brig2 on Jun 20, 2012 20:16:24 GMT -5
When Anna opened her door to reveal the french tutor that she had for this stupid french class, She was suprised. He was cute in a weird way, but very cute. She listened to him, and then nodded, and said" Yes, I am Anna. Come on in." She soon walked towards the kitchen leaving Alix to close the door and follow her. She looked to the table, and then said" Well, I wasn't sure what you wanted out, so I just put everything I had for the class." She moved over to the chair that she wanted to sit out, and pulled it out alittle. She sat down, and looked at him setting everything he had up. She thought she had enough, but hey, he was the teacher. She watched him carefully, examining everything he was doing. He was interesting to say the least. But, he interested her. She had this feeling that she had to get to know him. Something about him made her want to know why he was the way he was, but again, Anna was a really curious girl. She then thought that some girl must have her claws already in her, which that thought made jealousy boil her blood like a fresh bowl of chili.
She moved her eyes to him, watching him, trying to get the thought out of her head that he must already have some sexy chick back at his house. After all, he was older than Anna. She again watched him as she sat there. The way his eyes were different was something that caught her eyes. She loved it, for some reason. She felt her stomach twist with a nervous feeling, a reason she didn't know why. She twisted her thumbs, and fingers and sat there waiting for his direction. Then he spoke, which again, the way he did speak, blew her away. He sounded so amazing when he spoke french. Anna didn't hear it much, but she remembers it when she was little from her mother.
" I can tell what you're saying. Both my parents are from France, but I only heard it till I was about five years old. I can't write it for my life, some words I can not pronounce either." She said to him. |
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Post by alixandre on Jun 21, 2012 20:47:58 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Alix had to admit he wasn't expecting the girl standing before him. He figured it would be some little blonde trash who didn't want to be bothered learning when she could rely on her looks. When he saw her his heart literally skipped a beat. He was certain he'd died and gone to heaven, for the angel of his former love was standing before him. He couldn't remember to speak, to breathe, to move. Though as suddenly as the delusion came, it was gone. And he knew he wasn't seeing Sarafina, merely a girl who looked like her. He fought the urge to reach out and touch her, his fingers momentarily fidgeting. He restrained himself, albeit it was hell to do so, and followed her inside. He shut the door gently behind them as his eyes watched Anna's movements. He tried to focus on the task at hand instead of the tantalizing sway of her hips and the seductive square of her shoulders as she moved. When he saw all of the French homework and things splayed out across the table he let out a small chuckle. He raised a painted-on eyebrow at the girl before sitting down. He brought a workbook, a leather-bound journal, a notepad, and his coffee. Far less than what the girl had to offer him.
"All of this," Alix said as he gestured to the piles of things, "is useless. You learn by incorporating the language into your everyday conversation, not by drilling things, madamoisel."
Alix watched her closely as she sat down before flashing her a charming smile. Though when she said she knew what he was saying he was mildly dissapointed. It was like everything else in his life, he wanted his girls to be beginners so they were easier to break. Though, if she already knew some French, he'd be more than willing to teach her more advanced things. After all, having grown up speaking the language all his life, he was a pro. And his accent still hadn't faded in the four years he'd been in America, and it was typically a turn-on for the girls around here. Despite his outward appearance, it was a shock how quickly girls fell at his feet. He nodded and wrote down a medium complexity phrase on the notepad.
"Well, and here I was expecting a challenge. Here, we shall start with something like this, then. La religion est quelque chose qui est unique à chaque personne qui le pratique. It says, 'Religion is unique to every person who practices it.'" He said with the slightest teasing tone before becoming serious yet again.
Alix knew this would be an interesting road. After all, he normally began tutoring when the person wasn't familiar at all or barely made an Elementary level. Hopefully Anna would still prove to be a challenge for him. After all, he would only like her more if she managed to speak French to him. It was the language of love, after all. He scooted a little closer to her, till his elbow was nearly touching hers. He let his hand 'accidentally' brush against her arm as he grabbed the lesson book from beside her and opened it to the first lesson. It was essentially what he was teaching her, though with a lot more useless information. He gave her his best seductive smirk and leaned back.
"To truly, perfectly speak French is different than learning other languages. You don't merely speak the language of love, you make love with words. French is a seductive language, you'll soon learn if you haven't already." His accent poised on every syllable and his tone was nothing short of charming and flirty.
618 WORDSAnna/Brig TAGGEDClick! OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDIT Alix is getting his flirt on. xD NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by brig2 on Jun 21, 2012 21:27:45 GMT -5
Anna payed close attention to him, more than she would normally. Something about how he was intrigued her alot. He had some charm that most guys her age did not have. As she watched him enter the room, and then he spoke. Oh, she was over stocked for this. Of course, leave it to Anna! She looked at him, with her little smile that usually gets her whatever she wants. I mean, It's not that much. She just wanted Alix to have..options, she supposed. She looked at him and said" You can never have too much crap!" She laughed at herself, and then watched him again.
He was so..what's the word? Interesting, yes very. She listened to him talk agian. Hmm, He was right. Then all of sudden she got lost in whatever she was thinking about. French, something about him speaking it. She then remembered her mother screaming in french after her brother had peed all over the bathroom floor, right after she had scrubbed it down about two hours before. She remembered the horrid screaming that her older brother, and the screaming of her mother saying something in french. Anna was in her play time at this time, playing with her toys, while her mother gave little Evan a bath. She then remembered the way her mother sounded when she came to comfort her, and the sweet french words that she used to soothe her.
Once she heard, Alix speak, she snapped back into reality. She listened to him, and smiled. But, it only brought her back to her younger years when her mother used to sing french to her. She looked at him, and smiled. She didn't know what he wanted her to do, so she just sort of listened to him. She then watched him carefully, examining him.
" Mother always said France was the best place to fall in love." She said. |
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Post by alixandre on Jun 26, 2012 20:42:57 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Alix could almost see it. The longing in Anna's eyes to get to know him better. He could almost feel her skin underneath his now, her fingers caressing his hair while his hands learned the curves of her young body. A heat spread up from his stomach as he tried his best to focus on the work before him and not the girl he was tutoring. It wouldn't be long now, though, as he could be very persuasive when needed. All he needed to do was lure her in and she would never leave him. Never fade away like Sarafina had so long ago. He licked his lips unconsciously and turned back to his work. His mind tried to wander again, growing bored of this game of tutoring and wishing he had a paintbrush in his hands instead of a pen.
He watched her as he wrote down a few phrases he wanted her to practice and noticed that glazed-over look in her eyes. Ah, so she had a short attention span then. He let a soft sigh escape him as he wrote down the title of the book he wanted her to get for their study sessions in beautiful, loopy cursive. He wrote the title in English and then again in French. Lolita would be a fairly easy book for him to teach her from since it tended to have a lot of repetitive patterns in it. And once she mastered the book she could always use it to perhaps get some other ideas... That devilish smirk crossed his full lips again as he raised an eyebrow at Anna.
'Mother always said France was the best place to fall in love' The comment startled him momentarily. He wondered if it meant she was coming around to him faster than he had originally expected. The far-away look in Anna's eyes made Alix take the comment as a flirty move versus everyday conversation. He leaned in a little more, gently placing his hand over her wrist and allowing his thumb to rub the inside, right over her pulse. An affectionate move, but one he knew would help her sway for him a little more.
"Well, your mother is very smart, then, Anna. Because Paris is the city of love and romance. And they say the French are the most seductive people on earth." His voice was dripping with just the hint of seduction and definitely affectionate.
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