SidTheSkid
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(Location: Luxor Academy, Library )(Mood: Content)
(Interactions: Kristofer Steinkuhler )
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Classical tunes distinguishable to late 17th century orchestras 'danced' throughout a compact household, somewhat accordant humming followed the pitch as it cavorted out of the side of Sierra's mouth, at the time she was shown to be in a tightly packed kitchen along with various ingredients fringing around her personal 'cooking corner', hugging the sides of her ankles as she scooped her out-reaching hand through the open bags of salt, pepper, and other types of condiments and adding pinches of them to a stockpot filled half-way with simmering water that popped in melody to the ending instrumental to the song, eventually closing with a warm sizzle as she begun stirring around the inner elements of with a dark plastic ladle that she cautiously set inside the sweltering cookware before examining the scenery around her. It was a plain-looking scullery, an egg-white pigment amassed most of the wall-paper and was complimented by its clean matching tiles that were slick to the touch, whomever paid for all this must've been a well-off family or some high end middle class that was able to put their investments into getting a nice kitchen despite it being smaller than what she was normally use to! But regardless she enjoyed that she had a lot of supplies to work with, including the expensive cooking instruments that were littered across the counter-top. A chilled yet soothing breeze whistled through the open-window nearby, brushing her pale white skin causing her to wiggle her nose as she casted an unnerving stare back at the tied-up victims whom at the time were bound with several layers of nylon rope, strapped to modern dining chairs with their midsections being uncomfortably pushed up against the sidings of an antique table.
Weak, panicked mumbles fell through their taped mouths as they vigorously struggled to set themselves free, although to their misfortune it was nearly impossible for any ordinary individual to get out of the mass of bindings that completely ensnared them from their sweaty necks all the way down to their quivering legs, nevertheless in her eyes it was almost 'adorable' to see them even attempt to. "Calm yourselves, I think we all established that i'm a guest in your household! I may've broke in but that doesn't mean we should act like utter savages at the dinner table now? Besides i'm sure you're all just 'dying' for a taste of my superb cooking!" Releasing a light-hearted giggle at her own joke, Sierra remained undeterred while ignoring that many pleas for mercy by her hostages and simply went back to focusing on her cooking before observing a pleasant 'buzz' that radiated out from the speakers of her phone. Raising an eyebrow at the sound, she gracefully spun around the contents of the cookware with the plastic spoon before picking up the shaking tablet with her available hand. "Now just who could this be?" She delightfully chittered as she skimmed her slender fingers against the tablet's glossy bright screen, transitioning her home-screen immediately to the notifications. To her pleasant surprise it happened to be Kristofer who sent her a message, an attachment no less! Sierra assumed that it was no more than him delivering an image of some blue-prints or something else considerably important although it came off as a nice little eye-opener seeing it was a picture of Kristofer, a selfie no less of him wearing a taught skin-tight costume that gave a sort of 'Halloween' vibe as she inspected the vibrant styling of the outfit, yet she was more preoccupied with how fetching he looked in that costume. A pinkish warm discolored both her cheeks as she scoured her view from top to bottom of the picture, taking visual notes of his physique which happened to be rather impressive for someone so young! As rare as her tenderness was, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed as she wasted no time rapidly typing out a response to his text.
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(Interactions: Kristofer Steinkuhler )
(Mentions: )
Classical tunes distinguishable to late 17th century orchestras 'danced' throughout a compact household, somewhat accordant humming followed the pitch as it cavorted out of the side of Sierra's mouth, at the time she was shown to be in a tightly packed kitchen along with various ingredients fringing around her personal 'cooking corner', hugging the sides of her ankles as she scooped her out-reaching hand through the open bags of salt, pepper, and other types of condiments and adding pinches of them to a stockpot filled half-way with simmering water that popped in melody to the ending instrumental to the song, eventually closing with a warm sizzle as she begun stirring around the inner elements of with a dark plastic ladle that she cautiously set inside the sweltering cookware before examining the scenery around her. It was a plain-looking scullery, an egg-white pigment amassed most of the wall-paper and was complimented by its clean matching tiles that were slick to the touch, whomever paid for all this must've been a well-off family or some high end middle class that was able to put their investments into getting a nice kitchen despite it being smaller than what she was normally use to! But regardless she enjoyed that she had a lot of supplies to work with, including the expensive cooking instruments that were littered across the counter-top. A chilled yet soothing breeze whistled through the open-window nearby, brushing her pale white skin causing her to wiggle her nose as she casted an unnerving stare back at the tied-up victims whom at the time were bound with several layers of nylon rope, strapped to modern dining chairs with their midsections being uncomfortably pushed up against the sidings of an antique table.
Weak, panicked mumbles fell through their taped mouths as they vigorously struggled to set themselves free, although to their misfortune it was nearly impossible for any ordinary individual to get out of the mass of bindings that completely ensnared them from their sweaty necks all the way down to their quivering legs, nevertheless in her eyes it was almost 'adorable' to see them even attempt to. "Calm yourselves, I think we all established that i'm a guest in your household! I may've broke in but that doesn't mean we should act like utter savages at the dinner table now? Besides i'm sure you're all just 'dying' for a taste of my superb cooking!" Releasing a light-hearted giggle at her own joke, Sierra remained undeterred while ignoring that many pleas for mercy by her hostages and simply went back to focusing on her cooking before observing a pleasant 'buzz' that radiated out from the speakers of her phone. Raising an eyebrow at the sound, she gracefully spun around the contents of the cookware with the plastic spoon before picking up the shaking tablet with her available hand. "Now just who could this be?" She delightfully chittered as she skimmed her slender fingers against the tablet's glossy bright screen, transitioning her home-screen immediately to the notifications. To her pleasant surprise it happened to be Kristofer who sent her a message, an attachment no less! Sierra assumed that it was no more than him delivering an image of some blue-prints or something else considerably important although it came off as a nice little eye-opener seeing it was a picture of Kristofer, a selfie no less of him wearing a taught skin-tight costume that gave a sort of 'Halloween' vibe as she inspected the vibrant styling of the outfit, yet she was more preoccupied with how fetching he looked in that costume. A pinkish warm discolored both her cheeks as she scoured her view from top to bottom of the picture, taking visual notes of his physique which happened to be rather impressive for someone so young! As rare as her tenderness was, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed as she wasted no time rapidly typing out a response to his text.
"Ha, I wont! After all.. You look absolutely scrumptious in that outfit darling. " She added, concluding her flirtatious text with a devilish emoticon before placing her phone down once more and going back to topping off her ideal soupy meal for her 'hungry' audience who still were completely freaking out at the sounds of the house-intruder stomping about the kitchen like it was a playground. Obviously not bothered by their irrelevant appeals for forgiveness she relentlessly stirred chopped up vegetables that she added to the soup before letting her mind doze off, letting her vivid imagination day-dream about Kristofer except instead he wasn't wearing that cramped suit, rather he was wearing nothing at all! Clearly flustered, Sierra's face boiled red with risque thoughts as she gnawed lightly on her plump lower-lip. "Goodness.." Envisioning his alluring face in her mind was one thing but seeing the view pan down to his muscular chest and well sculpted shoulders was driving her crazy, more than usual even! In all honesty, for once she was more attentive to fulfilling those lusty thoughts of hers rather than paying attention to cooking! Soon enough that given perspective of his body gradually past his chiseled abdominals then before she had time to react she was noticing her imagination starting to drift a little bit past his waist-line, Sierra couldn't believe it.. At this point she stopped what she was doing as she became lost in a ravishing thought at seeing the well detailed v-shape of his lower body but that wasn't all! In a manic-state of lust she watched in pleasure at her wandering mind now envisioning his well-endowed.. "Ahh! Help, anyone! There's a crazy bitch in my house trying to kill me! For the love of God!" Interrupted in mid-thought at the male hostage screaming his oxygen filled lungs out after loosening the tape around his lips, it nearly made Sierra tip over the cooking pot as she jolted back at the sound, accidentally bringing the ladle towards her and drooping the bottom of the stockpot off the heated surface element but luckily only spilling a minor amount onto the stove itself rather than herself. "You piece of shit! You're that hungry huh?" Filled with animosity towards the freaked out man ruining a part of her cooking at 'lewd' thoughts she immediately removes the pot from the top of the scalding range before walking up to the screaming hostage and aggressively dousing him in the burning mixture of water and vegetables, some of which landing onto the person's face and making him convulse around as he screams out in agony while being burnt. "Bon Appetite" Before she could get a chance to cave the man's head in with an emptied stockpot, another notification showed up on her phone making her quickly disinterested in the flesh-burning victim and attaching herself to the noisy phone in hopes of seeing him wearing a bit less than a skin suit!
Unfortunately it was just Kristofer giving off details about him with a bomb? "What in the Hell?" She questioned herself, wondering how a teenager managed to come across an explosive device or let alone create one. Whatever the case was, he sure seemed determined to ignite Luxor Academy's library in a fiery explosion which would be an entertaining thing to see if it weren't for the fact that that 'boy-toy' of hers was in the same damn place! He was definitely ambitious and headstrong about helping out Sierra but blowing up half of the school and turning it into a ball of flames including himself would just ruin things! Kristofer was way too important to become some mindless martyr and was essential to dismantling the HERO association's foundation! As of now, random violence would not suffice. "Tsk, what a fool! That hot moron is going to blow himself up." Unsure of his dangerous proposition, Sierra sent out one last text-message warning Kristofer not to do anything stupid and to hold tight until she arrives to assist him. Hopefully that lovely fool would listen to her proposal before trying to do anything completely insane, although taking in account of his unyielding personality she felt that would be very unlikely! "Aren't all of you just the luckiest bunch? Looks like i'm a rush!" Chirping off to her victims, Sierra joyfully swung her arms with an unnerving smile as she made a spright set of steps towards the exit before waving good-bye to her hostages and leaving most of them bound and gagged as she made her swift departure. Within a matter of time she found herself hurtling up onto the reinforced walls that completely surrounded Luxor Academy, dividing their own 'magical world' from the dull outside one. Thankfully the bomb-threat left everyone scrambling in confusion or else the imagery of Sierra climbing up through the stone wall would've been more prominent! All she had to do now was find someway to get to 'Kris' without getting detected by any of those goodie goodie Heroes, but how? With a face and tattoos as distinct as hers she'd be found out in seconds unless she came across some sort of disguise! Luckily for Sierra she found the perfect opportunity! There happened to be a student all alone, entering a public restroom close to the campus but far away enough to not be spotted going into it. "Perfect." She grinned with a toothy smile as she gracefully leaped off from the wall's roof-like apex, only catching herself with the palm of her hand before acting out a twisting tsukahara (gymnastic move) and landing back onto her nimble feet without an issue.
Subsequently after her landing, Sierra slyly crept past the push-door and found the naive student patting her rosy cheeks with a make up kit, completely unaware of what was soon about to follow! "What kind of psychopath wears a suit-top with a skirt?" She thought, looking at the women in question who dawned on a onyx-slated blazer with a clean white dress shirt, completed with a dark colored skirt that barely did much to cover up her skin-white thighs. And was that, gloves? This girl had such an odd combination of attire it was almost baffling! Despite her diverse wardrobe she made an excellent opportunity to confront Kristofer without alerting any of the faculty. Within a matter of time, struggling, and a bit of gruesome magic she was able to completely overpower her target and use her own guise along with a hint of sorcery to make sure that it wouldn't be broken through ordinary means. "Hm.." Sierra hummed, looking at the bathroom mirror and nodding off to her new appearance in a wishy-washy approval before exiting out of the bathroom in a brisk walk. It might've not been the ideal appearance but it was one that had to do! she was hoping that Kristofer would hopefully recognize her, even with the change of imagery. "Students of Luxor Academy!" Was that, Kristofer? Hearing a recognizable voice, Sierra approached what seemed to be a pathway leading into a library. With each step the volume grew louder and louder until she winded up within the confines of the library and noticing Kristofer courageously wielding a strange pole-arm as he concluded his powerful speech before having an irritated Sierra stamp up to him and tug him away so he didn't have another chance to persuade the captivating audience listening to his brainwashing speech. "Idiot, it's Sierra.. What are you doing? You don't even know what kind of bomb you're dealing with! You're going to end up blowing yourself to smithereens." Whispering in his ear, she made sure their private conversation wasn't open to any listening ears as she firmly pressed her feminine body against the side of him while wandering her pupils from place to place to make sure nobody was in the vicinity.
Unfortunately it was just Kristofer giving off details about him with a bomb? "What in the Hell?" She questioned herself, wondering how a teenager managed to come across an explosive device or let alone create one. Whatever the case was, he sure seemed determined to ignite Luxor Academy's library in a fiery explosion which would be an entertaining thing to see if it weren't for the fact that that 'boy-toy' of hers was in the same damn place! He was definitely ambitious and headstrong about helping out Sierra but blowing up half of the school and turning it into a ball of flames including himself would just ruin things! Kristofer was way too important to become some mindless martyr and was essential to dismantling the HERO association's foundation! As of now, random violence would not suffice. "Tsk, what a fool! That hot moron is going to blow himself up." Unsure of his dangerous proposition, Sierra sent out one last text-message warning Kristofer not to do anything stupid and to hold tight until she arrives to assist him. Hopefully that lovely fool would listen to her proposal before trying to do anything completely insane, although taking in account of his unyielding personality she felt that would be very unlikely! "Aren't all of you just the luckiest bunch? Looks like i'm a rush!" Chirping off to her victims, Sierra joyfully swung her arms with an unnerving smile as she made a spright set of steps towards the exit before waving good-bye to her hostages and leaving most of them bound and gagged as she made her swift departure. Within a matter of time she found herself hurtling up onto the reinforced walls that completely surrounded Luxor Academy, dividing their own 'magical world' from the dull outside one. Thankfully the bomb-threat left everyone scrambling in confusion or else the imagery of Sierra climbing up through the stone wall would've been more prominent! All she had to do now was find someway to get to 'Kris' without getting detected by any of those goodie goodie Heroes, but how? With a face and tattoos as distinct as hers she'd be found out in seconds unless she came across some sort of disguise! Luckily for Sierra she found the perfect opportunity! There happened to be a student all alone, entering a public restroom close to the campus but far away enough to not be spotted going into it. "Perfect." She grinned with a toothy smile as she gracefully leaped off from the wall's roof-like apex, only catching herself with the palm of her hand before acting out a twisting tsukahara (gymnastic move) and landing back onto her nimble feet without an issue.
Subsequently after her landing, Sierra slyly crept past the push-door and found the naive student patting her rosy cheeks with a make up kit, completely unaware of what was soon about to follow! "What kind of psychopath wears a suit-top with a skirt?" She thought, looking at the women in question who dawned on a onyx-slated blazer with a clean white dress shirt, completed with a dark colored skirt that barely did much to cover up her skin-white thighs. And was that, gloves? This girl had such an odd combination of attire it was almost baffling! Despite her diverse wardrobe she made an excellent opportunity to confront Kristofer without alerting any of the faculty. Within a matter of time, struggling, and a bit of gruesome magic she was able to completely overpower her target and use her own guise along with a hint of sorcery to make sure that it wouldn't be broken through ordinary means. "Hm.." Sierra hummed, looking at the bathroom mirror and nodding off to her new appearance in a wishy-washy approval before exiting out of the bathroom in a brisk walk. It might've not been the ideal appearance but it was one that had to do! she was hoping that Kristofer would hopefully recognize her, even with the change of imagery. "Students of Luxor Academy!" Was that, Kristofer? Hearing a recognizable voice, Sierra approached what seemed to be a pathway leading into a library. With each step the volume grew louder and louder until she winded up within the confines of the library and noticing Kristofer courageously wielding a strange pole-arm as he concluded his powerful speech before having an irritated Sierra stamp up to him and tug him away so he didn't have another chance to persuade the captivating audience listening to his brainwashing speech. "Idiot, it's Sierra.. What are you doing? You don't even know what kind of bomb you're dealing with! You're going to end up blowing yourself to smithereens." Whispering in his ear, she made sure their private conversation wasn't open to any listening ears as she firmly pressed her feminine body against the side of him while wandering her pupils from place to place to make sure nobody was in the vicinity.