constructive criticism [jess]

[Riordan Shonski]

Rio rolled his eyes as the nurse wrapped the soggy, heavy plaster around his wrist for the second time in a week. The painkillers were kicking in now, so the throbbing had faded to a dull ache, but it was a bitch, having to get this done. He knew it was his own fault, but he was still pissed off at the girl. After he'd walked back into the school, soaking wet with plaster quickly disintegrating around his arm, he'd managed to avoid the gazes of most students- those he hadn't, he'd just given a disdainful look and walked haughtily past them. Simple enough.

He'd gone back to his room- thank God he didn't have a roommate- and changed, but hadn't been able to do much about his hair, so it was still dripping wet. Thankfully, the nurse hadn't asked. He'd muttered something about going in the stream, and she'd nodded and briskly got down to work. Which was something to be glad for, at least. Riordan gazed about the room with an expression of extreme boredom; he'd much rather be out there talking to Faye than in here. She was the most interesting person he'd met at this school so far, with a lot of potential.

He leaned back in the chair, earning a tut from the nurse; rolling his eyes again, he leaned forward once more. "Stop rolling your eyes," the nurse scolded. "It's for your own good."
Rio gave her his most charming grin. "Fair enough. There's no chance that you could put up a screen, show films in here or anything, could you? It would really improve the atmosphere of the place." The nurse glared at him, but didn't reply. Oh, well. It was worth a try.

She finally finished covering his arm in crap, and instructed him to sit there for a while to let it dry. Rio slumped back in his chair, wet hair still dripping down his face and onto his shoulders. Oh, well. It would dry, eventually.

[Jessica Air]

She finally finished covering his arm in crap, and instructed him to sit there for a while to let it dry. Rio slumped back in his chair, wet hair still dripping down his face and onto his shoulders. Oh, well. It would dry, eventually.

' That time again, huh. Thought I'd had too much happiness, I guess. ' Jessica left her room, dragging her feet on the floor. She made sure to scuff her expensive shoes; it was her fathers fault she was here, after all, so she made up her mind to pay him back by running up a big bill on her debit cards. Then he'd be sorry. And maybe take her out of the school.

Smiling happily to herself at the picture of her entire family, begging her to forgive them, she entered the nurses office without knocking. There was a boy in there, one she'd seen around, sitting with his arm wrapped in plaster. Jess wondered what he'd done to it, although she didn't care enough to ask. Throwing herself into the chair beside Rio, she tucked her legs up into her chest and watched as the nurse wandered about, making notes. Her weekly weigh-in; what fun.

She sighed when she wasn't called to the scales within two seconds. God, the staff here were incompetent. Her theory was proved when the radio on the nurses belt crackled, something about an 'emergency' somewhere else. As the nurse hurried out, instructing them both to stay put and get staff if someone came in, mortally wounded, Jess rolled her eyes and turned to the boy sitting beside her. " God, an 'emergency'? Seriously? I'm bored! Isn't that an emergency? " She began to fiddle with her nails. " So, what happened to your arm? Oh, I'm Jess by the way. "

Tut tut...

[Riordan Shonski]

The plaster was taking bloody ages to dry. Why couldn't they take a hairdryer to it, or something? Jeez. Rio gave a heartfelt sigh, wriggling his fingers about. That earned him another angry tut from the nurse, which he ignored. She wasn't even good-looking. Weren't nurses supposed be good-looking, on general principle? Rio knew it was bullshit, but still. He'd have liked at least something to relieve the boredom.

A girl came in, looking angry. She threw herself down beside him, and he gave her a lazy grin. Welcome to the club, princess. She looked exactly how he felt; bored, angry. Only she also looked a little nervous. He wondered what she was here for. Glancing her up and down, he decided it was possibly anorexia. Maybe she was getting weighed.

Just as he was about to open his mouth and strike up a conversation, the nurse snapped something about staying where they were and ran out. He lifted an eyebrow. "Wow. They sure know how to take care of you here, don't they? And if you're really that bored... D'you wanna leave? We might as well. There's no-one here to stop us, after all." He shrugged: just dropping that into the conversation, nice and casual. And avoid telling her your name. Jess, Jessica. Jessica Air? Most likely- there weren't enough kids here for the likelihood of two with the same name to be very high.

Reaching over, he tapped the cast with his knuckles. It had hardened into a shell. Satisfied that he'd be able to move his arm without it disintegrating and forcing him to go through that all again, he turned back to Jess, and lifted his eyebrows in silent invitation.

[Jessica Air]

Jess looked at the boy beside her properly, scanning his body - and face, she wasn't totally superficial - and deciding that she liked. He wasn't really hot enough for her, but was anyone? Not really. She listened to him, a slow smile spreading across her face. Did she want to leave? He was right; the staff couldn't stop them. She bit her lip and nodded, jumping up from the chair. " Sure. But I warn you now, they're gonna try and hunt us down. " She paused, re-examining Rio's face. Did she want to have sex with him? Yes, probably. She turned her flirting up a notch.

" So...we should probably find somewhere...private, to hide. " Could be interesting. Very interesting. Wait; she wasn't a complete whore. She needed to know some...basic information first. Like his name and age. God, she could end up having sex with a twelve year old if she didn't ask! Shuddering at the thought, she stuck her head out of the door, looking left and right. No medical people waiting to arrest them or anything; good.

If she had been able to write easily, she would have written a note. Something along the lines of 'See you later, bitch.' As she couldn't, she just pretended she'd given the nurse the note - it was amusing, in her head - and smiled invitingly at the boy. " So, what is your name? And what grade are you in? Haven't seen you in any of my classes... " Jessica decided not to let slip that she was a sophomore, despite her age. It was embarrassing to mention that she'd been retained. No, if he asked her age, she'd just say that she was a sophomore, and not mention the sixteen bit.

[Riordan Shonski]

Rio smirked at her words. "That's all part of the fun," getting up, he sauntered out of the room and made his way down the corridor, one hand tucked into his back pocket, the other hanging at his side. He wondered if she'd figure it out. Probably not; she wasn't the type to put two and two together and get the right answer. Turning to check she was keeping up, he brushed his hair out of his eyes. It was still damp; so was most of the top half of his body.

When she asked his name, he debated with himself for a split-second. To lie, or not to lie? He'd like to see her face if she realised she was basically offering sex to a (possible) friend of her worst enemy here; on the other hand, she might get scared off. Then it occurred to him that it might be more amusing the reveal it after the sex... just to see her reaction.
After a minute pause, he replied, "James. I'm a junior. So... what's your specialisation? I'm a musician." Tipping people off that he was an actor generally wasn't a good idea when he was trying to fool them. Something tended to click in those tiny little brains of theirs, then they'd freak out and run. He doubted, again, that Jess was smart enough to come to that conclusion, but he couldn't be too sure.

They'd made it to the main building. Rio pushed open the door to a classroom, and thankfully, it was empty. The desks and chairs were still out, though. Rio threw himself down in a chair near the door and swung his legs up onto the desk, smiling at Jess. "You been here long, then, Jess?"

[Jessica Air]

Jessica wondered why James was half-wet, but decided not to ask. Mainly because she didn't care. Anyway, it didn't affect her. He wasn't soaking; she could touch his skin without getting all cold or anything. Smirking, she headed out of the door, walking slightly slowly for a moment so she could check out his ass - yep, he'd do for sure - and then catching up, walking by his side. She wondered what had happened to his arm; he hadn't answered her question earlier. Probably tripped or something. She bit her lip for a minute, wondering if it would affect his...abilities, but doubted it. Arms weren't that important. Other limbs were more necessary.

A junior? That meant he was sixteen, seventeen. Could be older if he'd been held back a year, but the ages she'd guessed looked about right. He was pretty handsome, she decided, watching him slyly as they walked. To be fair, though, she didn't really care about his aesthetics. Her criteria for a potential fuck buddy was human, over fourteen and under thirty, be interested in females and with no obvious disfigurements. She added 'and not sadistic' to that list as well. Otherwise, Morph and Layla would technically have to be given a chance. Well, if they both managed to fit the 'human' bit. She doubted it, somehow.

Ah, a musician. That was cute. " I'm a dancer. I do ballet. " She smiled at him, stepping slightly closer as they walked. " So, what music do you do? Or what do you play? " She waited for James to sit down in the classroom before she sat on the desk his legs were resting on, her own feet hanging off near his chair. This wouldn't have been her first choice for a place to have sex - anyone could walk in - but she supposed it would do, if they were quick. Suddenly, she realized that James might not actually be up for the having sex thing, which annoyed her a bit. If he was gay or something, why was she wasting her time? No, he didn't seem gay. She had made that mistake before though... Jess decided just to wing it, and hope that she got a decent shag. " I've been here a few weeks. You? "

[Riordan Shonski]

God, but she was easy. He watched her, wondering how long it would take them to get to the actual sex part. "Ballet, huh? You must be pretty flexible." That would probably eliminate any doubts she might have had about what they were here for. Jess was thick, but not when it came to innuendos, from what he could tell from their IM conversations. He got in a more detailed examination of her body here, where he was facing her. If she'd put on a bit more weight, she'd be pretty hot. Good hair, although it was a little straggly here and there, nice skin... it was just the total absence of figure that put Rio off, but it didn't put him off much.

"Oh, guitar." Not technically a lie. And she wasn't going to ask him to play for her, was he? As soon as he was done with her, he'd tell her, so there was no need to keep it real. Or close to the truth, in any way. Brushing his hair out of his eyes, he replied to her last question with a shrug. "Only a few days, I'm kind of new." There. If you acted convincingly enough, people tended to believe you, even if they'd seen you when you arrived, three weeks ago. It was a gift he had the knack for, and used every opportunity he got.

He wondered if she'd be one of those people who just accepted it, or got confused. Probably acceptance: confusion was too much effort. Her skull might crack. He shifted slightly closer in his chair, wondering how long it would take to get to the sex. He remembered she was hyper sexual: not long, then. He thought about his cast. Would it get in the way? Probably not, arms generally weren't all that much use during sex. It would have been nice, but he wasn't all that bothered.

[Jessica Air]

Jess raised her eyebrows. So, he was definitely after sex. That, or he was obliviously spouting out innuendos. She went for the first one, because he didn't seem like a complete freak, and repositioned her feet, resting them on the edge of his chair, just nudging his hips. " Yeah. You should see what I can do... " She smirked, wondering what his reply to that would be. Probably another innuendo, or he'd ignore it. Or just go straight for the kill - that being sex. She hoped for the first or last option, and smiled to herself. Flirting was such fun. She missed it.

Guitar; that was cool. She smiled at him. " Must suck being new... I could show you around if you want, sometime. " It sounded nice. She wouldn't show him around though. She'd sleep with him and then avoid eye contact for the rest of the time she was at St. Dympha's, unless he was really good. Then they'd be special friends.

She ran her tongue over her lips, wondering what it would be like when - if - she kissed him. He looked...kissable wasn't the right word. Shaggable? Yep. He looked shaggable. Edging closer, she positioned herself so she was perching at the edge of the desk, her legs bent on Jame's chair. She kept her knees pressed demurely together; she wasn't some sort of slut that literally spread her legs. Jess wondered if he could see up her skirt. She half-hoped so; it would make it even more obvious what sorta mood she was in. On the other hand, he might get put off by her legs. She pressed her legs closer together than before, staring down at her thighs through the thin material of the knee-length skirt. They were gross... Would he be turned off by them? She hoped not. How embarrassing would that be?

[Riordan Shonski]

His gaze skimmed down her legs. Rio wasn't too bothered if he noticed her staring- she wouldn't care, after all. He smirked at her words. "I'd love to," he purred in reply. Finally completing his downwards sweep, Rio looked back up and met her eyes. She was practically drooling over him. She was literally licking her lips as she looked at him. Creepy. He decided all this sitting around was boring, and got up, sitting down on the desk next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. There, much better.

"Well, that would be nice, but it's not on my list of priorities right now." He murmured into her ear, so close that his lips brushed her hair. One of my priorities is finding out quite how much bone I have to go through before I find brain in that head of yours. Now, there was something to consider after having sex. He probably wouldn't get away with it without killing her, through, and he had the faintest idea people might object to that. Well, not everyone.

He sat, waiting for her to move next, fairly certain she'd approve of his actions. She'd been begging for it, ever since she came into the medical room. They'd be looking for them by now. He wondered absently if there were people looking on the cameras for them, then turned his head to see the camera in the corner of the room. He wondered how much trouble he'd get in if he smashed it. Probably more than it was worth. Nah, let them watch. They might learn something. If they got caught, would Jo see the footage? Probably. The thought made him smirk, wondering how she'd react to the sight of him having sex with someone else. Thing was, he realised, if they got caught, it would get all over school. And he was fairly certain that was something Jessie didn't want to happen. Maybe- no, in fact, definitely- Morph would find out, and Rio wasn't sure how he'd take it. Oh, well. Only one way to find out, right?

[Jessica Air]

He'd love to see how flexible she was? She couldn't help but think ' Pervert. ' Even if she was the one that had started the flirting. Ah, well, she'd slept with plenty of perverts before. The majority of the people she'd had sex with were perverts - fat fetishes, mainly. She noticed James looking at her legs and wondered how expensive liposuction would be. Not that the bill would matter, really, but it would be nice if she could hide it from her father. He probably wouldn't be impressed.

She lent against him, liking the fact that were almost equal in height; she could rest her head on his shoulder. It was nice, leaning against someone, although she had to sit awkwardly so she wouldn't knock him over or anything. God, how embarrassing would that be? She cringed at the thought. That would be a sure way to turn a guy off, no matter how much of a fat fetish he had. Literally knocking him off his feet.

" Mmm. Same, " was all she could come up with as she felt his lips close to her ear. She turned her head towards him, intent on finding his lips, but her eyes caught a flash of something black and silver in the corner of the room. A camera. Crap. She pulled away from James, trying to sit casually on the desk. She did not relish the idea of 'Dr. Irves' - her perverted psychiatrist - seeing any of that footage. Gross. Gesturing to the camera, she spoke quietly, in case it had a microphone or something. " Camera... Is there somewhere else we can go? " She quickly went through the entire school, trying to remember the blind spots on the cameras. The only ones she could think of were in the rooms...and that'd be the first place the staff would look. Unless of course, it was in someone else's room... " We could go to a room...not one of ours; they'll look there first. But there are plenty of empty ones... "

[Riordan Shonski]

She pulled away from him, staring over his shoulder. Rio followed her gaze, and saw the CCTV camera glinting away in the corner. Damn. They'd have to go somewhere else now, which meant a longer wait before he got to bang her. Which meant longer before he got to tell her the truth. "Aw, shit," he drawled, pretending to care. "Empty dorm rooms sound fine. The boy's dorms are closer, we could head there and find one that's not being used. Shall we?" He helped her off the table, glancing at the camera, hoping it didn't have sound, or they'd know exactly what the two were planning. It didn't bother Rio too much, but he was fairly sure Jess wouldn't be keen on the thought of her shrink watching.

He wound his way through the tables and out of the door, checking quickly for medical staff who might be looking for them. It would be a shame if they got caught now, when sex had been just about guaranteed. They'd just have to find another time, which meant he'd have to keep up inventing bullshit to convince her his name was James and he played guitar. It wouldn't be hard, unless she saw him with someone else, which might complicate matters. It occurred to him that at least two people at this school knew him by the wrong name. That wasn't a problem, though. He could handle a few different identities. It was, after all, why he was such a good actor. He could have kept this up forever. But pretending to be a nice junior Jessica Air used for sex didn't appeal. Girl needed to be taken down a few notches, taught not to offer sex to just anyone... Not to take anything on trust. That was the beauty of it. He wasn't just destroying what little self-esteem she had left, he was destroying her trust. It would probably be a while before she agreed to anything again without checking, double checking and confirming. And if she did, well. She was a bigger whore than she originally appeared.

[Jessica Air]

Jess smiled when James took her hand to help her from the table; she declined - she wasn't some little kid that needed help getting down - but it was nice, anyway. Guys that did stuff like that, opening doors and shit, all tended to be sweet. And idiots, which made them even sweeter, if not slightly annoying at times. This guy seemed nice enough; flirty, looked like he'd be 'fun' in that way. Played guitar, which was quite cool. Yep, he'd do, for sure. She just hoped that wind of their little encounter wouldn't get back to Dr. Irves. It'd be awkward discussing that with him, and she'd probably get a punishment. What would it be, though? She smirked. He couldn't say she was acting like a child and put her in the 'naughty corner' for that, could he? Nope.

She followed behind the boy slightly, not knowing where she was going in the web of male dorms. She hoped that she wouldn't see Morph; that'd be awful. She flushed at the thought and was relieved that James was walking quickly, although that was to evade security or medical. She'd have preferred that they got caught by the staff rather than by him. As they walked, she tried to work out what room they were going to. She looked at the gold plated numbers on each door carefully, trying to work out what rooms they'd been past, but couldn't read them. It was harder if she was walking at the same time; her eyes couldn't focus at all.

James picked a room and she followed him inside, smiling. Hopefully, they wouldn't get caught. And if they did, well... It'd be embarrassing, sure, but she could blame it all on him, rather than getting into trouble herself. It hadn't worked at her old school - they'd been caught having sex in the bathrooms, and though her father had believed that she was forced into it, the head teacher hadn't - but some of the staff were complete idiots here. Like her psychiatrist. She sat on the bed, leaning against the wall and wondered what room they were in. " So...whose room is this? Not that I care, really... " She hoped that he wouldn't actually waste time answering her; she'd asked to be polite. She'd prefer it if he just stripped, or something. The light was still on, which was a slight...inconvenience, seeing as there was no way she was undressing when he could see her, but she could always turn it off, if he didn't.

[Riordan Shonski]

He shrugged at her question. "Who cares?" As long as it's owner didn't walk in... No, this was room 106, there was no-one living here. Provided no-one else had the same idea they had, it would all be fine. Unwilling to waste any more time, Rio sat down on the bed next to her and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, wrapping one arm around her shoulders. Maybe he should turn the lights out. Looking at a body that skinny would probably be a major turn-off.

Breaking away from the kiss, he reached over to the light switch and flicked it off, returning to kiss her gently. He'd let her set the pace: provided it wasn't too slow, he'd be happy. And she was hypersexual, which meant that it was almost guaranteed not to be. He pulled her a little closer to him, placing his other hand on her back and kissing her slightly harder. This had been easier than he'd thought. Damn, but the girl needed a lesson in self-control. It was as if she actually thought that no-one lied in a loony bin, or that no-one would lie to her. Yeah, right. She was going to get everything she deserved and more from him. Hell, she was getting him, and sure hadn't done anything to earn it, except act like a complete and utter bimbo.

He leaned even closer, pressing her against the wall, smirking to himself. This was going to be precious, absolutely brilliant. He almost wished they'd been able to stay in the classroom; a record of her face on the CCTV would be brilliant. Admittedly, he'd get in a lot of trouble, but it would be worth it. He'd just have to make do with experiencing it once, first-hand, then. Not a big deal. For him, anyway.

FADE TO BLACK

[Jessica Air]

Jess lay with her eyes closed, pressed against James, who had his arm around her shoulders. This bit was nice. It was almost the best part of sex. Aside from the...other good bits. But it was warm, and nice, and there were always a few minutes where she felt completely happy. And she could let herself pretend that she was skinny, before reality caught up with her. She wondered what he'd thought of her body; he didn't seem to be turned off. Another weirdo with a fat fetish? Most likely. The room was still in semi-darkness, some light entering through the blackout curtain. Would the nurse be looking for her yet? Maybe.

She rested her head against his chest for a second, before sitting up, swinging her legs off the bed and reaching down, groping for her clothes. She found a pair of jeans, that may have been his - no, they were hers - and some underwear that was almost definitely hers, unless she'd missed the fact that he was a transvestite. Which she thought she'd have noticed. As she pulled those items of clothing up, resting them on her lap - she could get the rest in a minute - a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, squeezing it slightly. It didn't hurt, but it was tight enough for Jess to notice that it could hurt, if he wanted it to.

She turned, her other, free hand holding onto the clothes to stop them slipping. " Um, what are you doing? " She stared in the general direction of his figure, a dim silhouette in the darkness. " I'm just getting dressed... " Jess moved the clothes from her lap to the bed, beside her, and used her free hand to take hold of Rio's, pulling it slightly. He didn't let go, and she pulled again, harder. She suddenly realized that she was naked, in a dark room, with someone that could be a murderer, or a rapist, for all she knew. This wasn't good.

[Riordan Shonski]

Rio lay back, staring contentedly at the ceiling, his heart thudding in anticipation. This was the part he'd been waiting for, the best bit of the... encounter. For now, though, he'd enjoy the post-sex dreaminess. That wouldn't last long, though, and he could really get down to it. Smiling into the dark, Rio rolled his head over to look at Jess. The nurse would be looking for them soon, which meant he didn't have much time. What a shame. As she got up to get dressed, he shot out a hand and grabbed her wrist, applying just enough pressure to let her know that she wasn't going anywhere just yet. Swinging his legs up so he was sat beside her, he pulled her clothes out of her lap and tossed the across the room, anticipation building up in his body.

Leaning in, he kissed her tenderly, savouring the feel of her lips against his. Then he began to speak. "I'm trying to teach you a lesson, Jessie. In a place like this, it never does any good to believe everything you're told. I know this may be hard for you to comprehend, what with your intellect, but people don't always tell the truth," here, he took her face gently in one hand and turned her towards him, "For example, my name isn't James, and I can't play guitar for shit. I'm not telling you who I am: even someone as thick as you can probably work it out." His voice was gentle, caressing; the voice of someone who's whispering sweet nothings to the person they've just had sex with.

Struggling to keep his face straight, he cupped her cheek with one hand, holding her wrist still with the other in case he got slapped, which was fairly likely. Finally, he gave in and smirked at her. "Like I say, it never does any good, princess. Maybe in future, you ought to be a little more careful about who you sleep with. Although, with a body like that, I guess you have to take what you can get..." He knew how she'd take that last comment: it had been deliberately tailored for maximum damage.