Please Allow me to Introduce Myself...

[Davoren Cross III]

The flight here had been torture. Sheer inhumane torture, the type of which should have been banned by the Geneva convention. First, the seating had been lumpy. It was like sitting on a bag of potatoes. Even the sofa his private jet had hadn't felt comfortable. The wine had been sub-par. Really, the only way it could have been worse was if it had come from America. And the only flight attendant on duty had been a dour, frumpy old woman whom Davoren would not have touched with a ten foot pole.

The limo ride from the airport had been slightly better. At least the seats were comfortable. Still, no eye candy made Davoren a grumpy boy. He let out a sigh of relief when the limo slowed to a stop and his driver opened the door.

As he emerged from the limo, he looked eery bit worth his family's fortune. A white blazer and pants over a white shirt. A pair of dark sunglasses shielded his eyes from the sun's rays. He turned to the driver, an older man, but one still quite physically able. "Bitterman, bring my bags to my room," he told the man.

The driver nodded and made his way to the trunk while Davoren surveyed his surroundings. Already he felt no small amount of... disappointment? Yes. For an institute of such reputation, Hammel looked like the sort of place one would find tattered hobos lording over barrels of flaming garbage. This was to be his new home? What had he done to deserve this?

Well, rising to the top of this hovel won't be difficult..." he mused to himself. "I just hope the women here are better looking than the architecture..."

[Aki Welland]

Aki was bored. Oh so beautifully bored with life at the moment. It seemed things hd been rather quiet lately and she didn't have anything to do. No trouble to cause, nothing to learn, no Family matters, and it was much to cold for parkour. So that left Aki rather.......bored. Of course, when the limo pulled up she became rather interested. LaRousse maybe? Nah, he wouldn't be all that fun to tease today. There were a few other people she could think of who might pull up in a limo, but none of them fit the slight thought patterns she was getting. Then the door opened.

Aki raised an eyebrow, dark coppery skin glittering in the scant sun. Her outfit was perfect for the day, a thick coat and a shoulderless autumn orange shirt. She herself looked regal, a person who could match the young man who stepped out of the limo. Mhmm, he was a piece of eye candy. And from the few thoughts she was sensing eye candy was exactly what was on his mind. The girl picked up her bag and made her way over to him, very carefully. He was new then, and new was good for her. She needed something new and exciting. The world had been such a bore lately. Once he was inside she grinned, like a feral cat.

" Hello there." she purred when she was close enough to him. Boredom made her dangerous. Poor man didn't have any idea what was coming.

[Davoren Cross III]

The driver made his way to the building carrying his bags. It was good to have help. Surely, he couldn't be expected to carry his own luggage. That was part and parcel of the poor experience. He wasn't made for manual labor, he was made for putting his wonderful mind to work for him. Not that his body wasn't exquisite itself. The best money, breeding, and class could bring.

Movement caught the young man's eye. A woman... excellent. He'd been fearful that his father would send him to some all-boys institute. He swore, if that happened he would end his life within a week. Well, after lambasting his old man for his blatant hypocrisy. Yes, of all the seven deadly sins lust was Davoren's favorite, but the Cross children knew it was their patriarch's as well. His list of mistresses was almost as long as the limos they rode in. Stacked end to end.

"Good morning," Davoren said, his voice like toxic honey dripping from his lips. Davoren's words had power, even more than most knew. with a mere command, he could make the proudest girl fall to her knees and beg for attention. Though judging from her approach, and her tone, such drastic measures wouldn't be needed.

His motion was as swift as it was instinctive. As he leaned down and pressed his lips to her hand, he began to appraise her. Bronze skin... African-American? No, too light... probably Hispanic. Not his usual, but as they say, variety is the spice of life. "You are exactly what I hoped to encounter," he added. His accent was hard to place. The words were correct, but the pronunciation was... different. Stresses on syllables not usually stressed... and something in the tone made it sound all the more exotic.

"You see, I have been here for all of three minutes, and already find myself bored to tears. Tell me, bronze beauty, what is there to do for fun in this hovel?"

[Aki Welland]

[/justify] Bored to tears? It sounded right up her alley. She was likewise just as bored. As she listened to his voice the thought of Alice passed through her mind. There was something so strangely similar about the timbre and range of thier voices, but she couldn't place it. Aki moved closer to him. Very very close, until she could wrap her thin fingers around his shoulders. Bronze Beauty? That was one she hadn't heard in quite a while, and it was nice actually. The girl grinned as he spoke.

" Around here? Around here we start rumors, stab people in the back and run across the tops of buildings when there isn't any snow." She replied. Aki already liked him already. Someone full of power, full of grace....full of....something that just drew her to him like a moth to flame. The telepath was a bit feral at he moment.

" I'm glad I'm just what you need, because you've caught my eye. We might have a problem here...." she took a moment and softly pulled his name from his mind. Davoren. "....Davvy. See, you are just too much for the people here to handle. I might have to keep you all to myself."[/justify][/blockquote]

[Davoren Cross III]

From arrival to booty call in less than a minute. A very tiny part of Davoren felt like pulling out his cell phone and checking the Guinness Book of World Records. but he couldn't blame her. He was a catch after all. Handsome, rich, elegant, strong... really, he was everything that made women wet between the legs.

Rumors and backstabbing Davoren liked. Hell, with his power, he could make it an art form.

But all to herself? Nope, that wasn't going to fly. He had no problem making her his regular, but he needed freedom. Freedom to charm and corrupt the poor, naive girls that no doubt hung from the walls here. It was a hobby, really. Nothing was more satisfying than taking a wide-eyed idealistic idiot and shattering her entire world view. It was almost as good as sex.

"Well, you are right about that. But I can't really offer you that," he said, putting his finger on her lips. He may have been an ass, but when a girl was throwing herself at him like this? Well, she had potential. "I can offer you a naked, sweaty, loud, good time whenever you need one." his hands found her hips, gripping at the girl and drawing her in closer.

"Ever have sex in the back of a limo?" he asked.

[Aki Welland]

The force wasn't really necessary, seeing as Aki melded herself against him, a gleam in her eyes. Her evil little mind was already turning and whirling, thinking of all sorts of fun things, and not all of them having to do with sex. [although those thoughts were there too of course. After all, she was a tenage girl.] She found she rather liked being the short of the two as it let her look up in a rather innocent fashion.

" Oh, I can share. I could never keep one person to myself. Besides, I can't contain myself to one person." Aki wasn't a whole, but if she wanted to she got around well enough. The girl just arched her arms up, holding onto Davorens neck and looking up at him.

" Never had the opportunity." She replied to his question.

[Davoren Cross III]

Perfect. It seemed that, once again, Davoren had gotten exactly what he wanted. Really, it was the way it should be. He was privileged. Born better. He was quite above the rat race of having to work for what he wanted. Though when necessary, he was quite capable of making the moves necessary to aquire even the most difficult of objectives.

Some said the chase was half the fun. But sometimes, a guy just wanted to have what he wanted fall into his lap. Without the chase and fight, and that seemed to be exactly what this girl was giving him. He reached behind him, unlatching the door to his limo and swinging it open.

"Before you enter though... I would like to know what name I'll be grunting in a few moments," he said idly. He believed in having multiple partners, yes... but he also insisted on knowing names. Maybe it was an odd quirk, maybe it was nice to know he had options if he decided he wanted a repeat performance.