(Jennah) temporary insanity

[Iskander Rafel Azizi]

The panda-painted dog was tied to a tree in the front yard of the Azizi house, which was still not looking as good as a lower middle class home typically would. Fit decently for Halloween, he supposed, with building supplies and gravestones and a saw he'd been using that poked out of a plastic skeleton's chest. The first of the trick-or-treaters had already come and gone, as it was now almost seven (the toddlers always started appearing at six or so). Iskander was in his tiny little bathroom, putting the finishing touches on his costume. Saladin had decided on, for irony's sake, to dress as a crusader. In fact, he'd decided for the same sake, he was going to introduce himself as Richard the Lionhearted - to RSOR members, anyhow. To anyone else, he was simply a crusader.

But when he'd thought about it, simply wearing the store-bought costume was...lame. Saladin pretended to be a fully intact crusader? He didn't very much like that idea. So he'd made some changes, to make a very battle worn crusader indeed. He'd ruffled his hair, and after some trail and error in the time leading up to Halloween (time he should probably have spent fixing the house) worked out how to paint realistic wounds on himself, and...alter his costume some. A light splattering of blood; faint but there, was on one cheek. He'd wanted to do three scores went across one cheeck, red and half healed, with a bit of black mixed in, to match the new - and very real - scar across his neck; but that was from battle previous. A battle previous that when he'd brought up the idea of matching wounds, Jennah had been very against it; so he'd altered the idea. The long white tunic with it's trademark red cross was town at the arms and the bottom, and splattered with blood (paint, really, but a very good mixing job- it looked real enough) thickening near the bottom of the tunic and less concentrated near the neck. He'd torn slash marks in that, and concentrated the blood-paint around those two, lightly painting marks on his chest - though another real scar did most of the effect for him. On his arms there was "chainmail"; a sort of cloth that looked the part, being silver and shiny. It was bloodstained, very heavily around the hands; like the crusader had stuck his hands into a vat of blood. He wore brown gloves that were much the same, bloody all around. His breeches were dark grey and also bloodspattered. As his boots were black, he hadn't done anything to them, since it wouldn't show so well.

Iskander reached out and grabbed his belt, to which was attached a toy sword. Only a toy, unfortunately, but no less blood stained and made to match the rest of his costume. The only a toy bit had to be emphasised extensively - in fact, RSOR had posted no real weapons on the website, and mentioned it the Thursday before Halloween, as there was real possibility of one of them having a sword, or knife, more than the average, anyhow. He also had a typical crusader's shield, blood spattered and dented on his own part. On the back, in small, graffiti like writing, he'd wrote "Saladin wuz here" for his own petty amusement. He put the shield on his arm, and pondered whether or not to use the chain mail helmet the costume came with. In the end, he decided on no. Last came a red velvet cape, also a bit battered. Looking thoroughly battle weary by this point, he left the bathroom and headed downstairs, past his mother, who was dressed up as a witch, and handing out candy to the kids. It was now a quarter past seven, which meant Iskander still had some time before he had to meet up with Jennah. He left the door as some kids came up, and then saw his mother had done something to his bike.

She'd gotten a toy horse thing; the sort with a horse had on a stick, and fastened it with duct tape to his bike. He looked back at her and she laughed. "Have fun!" She called to her son. "And say hello to Jennah for me!"

"All right, will do!" He called, before speeding off on his "trusty steed" of a purple bike with a bay horse head toy attached to it. He sped through town and around trick-or treaters, up to the school. He put his horse at the bike racks, and walked inside, headed for the gym. Even the school lights had been dimmed, and decorations were abundant; it was great! Now where was Jennah? He waited around the entrance to the gym, ginning sheepishly as a few RSOR members walked by, then waving as he saw Jennah.

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notes| Saladin wuz here. xD

[Jennah Raine Advani]

Jennah stood in front of the mirror in her dorm, looking at her reflection. She tugged on the tattered skirt of her dress to try to pull it further down her thigh. The skirt wouldn't budge past the middle of her thigh. It was an awfully short dress, in Jennah's opinion. She looked at the "slash marks" on the midriff of her red and army green sweater dress, exposing part of her stomach beneath the cloth. She frowned a bit and tried to tug on the skirt again. She'd bought the costume after she and Iskander watched Nightmare on Elm Street. She thought being a female Freddy would be clever. Cute. Possibly sexy.

But right now, as she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn't feel like any of that. She felt...slutty. It wasn't honorable for a woman to dress this way. Surely Iskander would agree. Jennah sighed and began to take off the dress. Maybe there was something more modest in her closet. But then something stopped her from removing the dress. A little voice in her head, possibly. She wasn't quite sure. But something made her stop, smooth out the dress and turn to face herself in the mirror.

She was going to wear this dress tonight. She was going to wear it proudly. And she was going to look good when she wore it. It was the 21st century and what was considered honorable had changed.

Jennah slipped her foot halfway in her boot and then steadied herself on her bed as she pulled the boot up so it was snug on her toned thigh. She did the same with the other foot and gained about three and a half inches in height, making Jennah close to 5'9" and a little more even to her 6-foot boyfriend as compared to her normal height of 5'5".

Jennah leaned closer to the mirror as she applied her makeup, making sure it was all perfect. She carefully spread out her concealer on her face before applying powder over it. She ran the brush of her black mascara carefully over the length of her eye lashes and blinked a couple times out of habit before doing the same to her bottom lashes. Then she lined her eye with black eyeliner and colored in her eyelid with sparkley black eyeshadow. Finally, she put on capuccino flavored lipgloss. Rubbing her lips together, she ran her fingers through her black hair to make it look a tad disheveled. She put on her fedora over her slightly messy hair, tilting it a bit.

Now for the finishing touch. Jennah picked up the glove from her bed. She ran her finger along the tips of the fake blades, smirking a bit. Then she pulled the glove on very carefully, stretching her fingers out in it, making the blades move. Her dark eyes went from the glove to the mirror as she viewed the complete look. It was perfect, if she could say so herself. She looked at the clock in her dorm, wondering how soon Iskander would get there. She didn't want to keep him waiting. Jennah decided now was a good time to go. She grabbed her black coat and let her dorm room, pulling the jacket on as she walked down the hall (and getting her clawed hand stuck in the sleeve).

Jennah got to the school close to seven thirty. She hung up her coat and looked around for Iskander. She knew he was dressed as a crusader for the sake of irony, but she had hoped he didn't go over the top with the blood effects. She was already opposed to any blood near the scar on his neck. She didn't know why he'd want to make it look like he got his throat slit or half beheaded. It wasn't very funny to Jennah. She didn't really expect him to understand where she was coming from, though. He never lost a loved one to beheading. She had. And seeing Iskander's father there with the knife to Iskander's throat...it wasn't the most pleasant of sights or memories for Jennah. She really would prefer if he refrained from blood entirely, but Jennah wasn't a controlling girlfriend by any stretch. If he wanted blood, fine. She just requested he kept it away from his neck.

Finally a waving tan boy with messy black hair and a big red cross on his chest caught her attention. There was her knight in bloodied armor! She smiled and chuckled a bit to herself at the sight of an Arab boy in crusade gear. She was happy to see that he refrained from putting the blood near his neck. He would have had one unhappy Freddy Krueger after him if he had.

Jennah walked up to him and give him a light kiss on the lips before looking over his costume up closer. Something on his shield caught her eye. She put her hand on his shield and tilted it towards her so she could fully see what it was. " 'Saladin wuz here'?" She read aloud, smiling and shaking her head a bit. Her dark eyes went to his and she said with a smile and a chuckle, "You're a dork." But he was her dork.

With her un-bladed gloved hand, she took his hand and led him inside and to the dance floor. She smiled over her shoulder at him as she led him near a group of students dancing. When she was as close as she wanted to be with other people, she let go of her boyfriend's hand and turned to face him and started to dance.
Though Jennah wasn't trained professionally in dancing, she was taught out to dance in the circus. This girl definitely knew how to move her hips.

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[Iskander Rafel Azizi]

Iskander had never been much for overly gory costumes; but the crusader one was different. It just had to be bloody to him, since that was how he always saw the uniforms. Bloody. Well, no, not always, but mostly. It was a thing of principal, explainable only in full to him, and particularly to the reincarnates. For the typical kids...it just looked cool? At least it wasn't like some costume ideas people had, boxes or hobos or just wearing a mask and ordinary clothes. As he cycled up to the school, he wondered what Jennah's costume would be, and truthfully, had no idea as of the moment. Maybe she'd dress as a Chinese warrior or something, just for fun. He did know she'd had a lot of trouble choosing at one point, mentioning once in the RSOR headquarters maybe she wouldn't go at all; but that wouldn't be any fun! Iskander wasn't much for dances and the like, but they were still fun, and he really wanted to do something, after working at a fevered pace to repair his home. Case and point, he'd ended up with nightmares about two by fours a couple days ago, and had been poked into muttering about stairs while half-asleep in another instance.

He reached the school and paid for admission before he saw Jennah, taking the slip that proved he paid and set about waiting, playing with his sword a little, swinging it this way and that. Plastic was no replacement for a steel blade. Saladin reincarnated soon found himself comparing a false blade to a real one from his time, for no particular reason (it didn't take a genius to know which weapon would win) other than to pass the time. He hoped Jennah was coming, at all, given that he'd gone all zealot on her just the day before, when the Taliban had come up. It had taken Joan of Arc slapping him silly to calm down; but that was after Jennah had left and by that time she was already in the girls' dorms, which was off limits. He'd called her to apologise, but only had gotten voicemail. Fact was, he would never get over that anger. Ever. He couldn't, no as long as he lived, nor however many lifetimes he lived. People used him as an example for what they did now. Not only had his kingdom been demolished, but he was one of the heroes of them men who he hated. But...he had gone a bit nuts. A bit.

But he had a plan.

Iskander looked up to see Jennah, and waved. She smiled and came over, allowing him to see what exactly she was dressed as...and it was a surprise. It was a good surprise. Kinda. Well, to start at the start, Iskander was surprised she'd wear such a short little dress. Shocked, for a very brief second, that she would, given the basic principles of honor the two shared. But this was the twenty-first century, and things changed. And, well...it was a pleasant surprise. She looked good. Really good.

He was greeted with a kiss and he smiled, about to greet her when she took a hold of his shield, looking at his little bit of graffiti. He grinned sheepishly at her words, "I couldn't resist, Jennah." He said with the slightest of laughs. "Because Saladin wuz there." Any normal would take it as historical nerdiness on his part, and it kind of was, but the fact of the matter was...well, it was true on more than one level, and those sorts of things deeply amused Iskander. He wasn't as amused but the 'oh haha, he fell down the stairs' thing nearly as often and deep jokes that made most people confused.

He let her take his hand and they walked in, and onto the dancefloor. Sultan was he; dancer he was not as much. He wasn't bloody horrible, but he wasn't the mot skilled out there, either. The guy in the Elmo suit was doing a lot better. And he was in an elmo suit. Jennah, on the other hand, clearly knew how to dance. And dance well. He couldn't help but feel big and awkward dancing with her as a result. But typical of himself, he managed to look nonchalant, which was one of his typical expressions. Nonchalant, that was, until he saw a particular snow white, at which point he racked a grin and noted in the direction of Darwin. "Look at Xelios." He said with a grin. He couldn't believe the guy did it...but he did.

And then, the slow music started; a song or two that would make a break from the typical speedy stuff. Iskander paused, titled her head, and gave an in-character 'chivalrous bow'. "Shall we dance?"

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[Jennah Raine Advani]

She couldn't help but blush when his eyes were on her. It must have been an odd sight. Freddy standing there and blushing under the gaze of a bloodied, tanned crusader. She knew he was looking due to her out-of-character short skirt. She hoped he liked what he saw. Except for wearing a leotard for gymnastics, Jennah didn't ever, EVER show off her legs. She hoped he wasn't displeased and wasn't going to yell at her for morals. "Do you like it?" She asked shyly as she tried to stop blushing.

She really hoped he did. She aimed to please him, not embarrass him. She felt the short skirt was a nice change of pace compared to her usual skinny jeans and boots that would show off the shape of her leg...but her leg would be covered. But there was no hiding her leg and skin tight boot..and Jennah hoped he'd find that attractive. Most men did find showing a bit of skin sexy...
But if he didn't like it, Jennah would go home and put on leggings if he wished for her to.

"I couldn't resist, Jennah."

She smiled at him, "Of course not." She wasn't criticizing him for it, though. Jennah thought it was funny as well. Not as funny as he did, but still quite amusing.

"Because Saladin wuz there." He said with a slight laugh as she smiles and rolled her eyes a bit.

"Indeed he was," She said in return, letting his shield go, "Though I hope he didn't actually send his enemies back to England with graffiti like that on their shields." She smiled at him and gave him another one-over. He, too, looked good. Really good...

Here she thought he'd be attracted to her more than usual...and she was soon beginning to realize the attraction was going both ways.

She didn't think much on dancing since it was a skill that just came to her. She also didn't notice that she out-graced Iskander. She didn't care. She was having fun. The music was great. Jennah loved the lively beat of pop music. As her hips moved with the beat, Jennah found herself singing along, a big smile on her face. " 'Cause baby tonight...the DJ got us fallin' in love again..." She sang along, her sweet, high voice in perfect pitch with Usher's tenor. Jennah rarely sang. She didn't have a bad voice, but she did usually have a bad case of stage fright when it came to singing. She was a warrior, contortionist and acrobat, but Jennah always got more nervous and froze up when it came to singing. This was the first time she could recall singing in front of Iskander. She blushed a bit at this thought and went into silence again, a smile on her face.

But then Iskander brought her attention to an odd sight. A boy dressed as Snow White. His bra was stuffed and his legs were shaved. "He's the best looking one in the room. I'm jealous," Jennah laughed at the sight of Darwin and her eyes wandered the gym for other odd costumes. She grinned and pointed at Barack Obama, who appeared to be popular with the ladies. "Now that's a costume," she mused with a smile. Then she saw Elmo and found herself laughing again. There was a reason why Halloween was her favorite holiday. This was definitely it.

The next song's tempo was majorly slowed down and couples began paring up. Jennah figured Iskander wouldn't want to dance and be that close with her inn public and she was ready to head to the punch bowl to sit this one out, but then she found herself being bowed to by her knight. "Shall we dance?" He asked and she smiled.

"We shall."
Jennah stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking up at him from under her hat with a pretty smile. This was, so far, one of the best evenings of her life. Jennah kept her dark eyes on Iskander's as they swayed to the music.

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[Iskander Rafel Azizi]

When Jennah blushed, Iskander immediately averted his eyes. It wasn't right of him to look like that, though it wasn't like his eyes were fixated any one place. It still, though, had made her uncomfortable. And it made him feel a touch awkward too, then really awkward when she asked if he liked it. He did. But given all the blushing and the awkward he had to wonder how, exactly, did Jennah mean it?

"I- it's a very nice costume." Iskander said with a smile. He was glad he wasn't blushing, at least, since that would just make everything that much more awkward. Not that it was too terirbly awkward, but it was enough for them, given they weren't typical teenagers, and likely amoung the more reserved reincarnates furthermore. His smile turned to a sheepish grin at the graffiti mention, his own twenty-first century spin on the crusades. He figured he had a right to, given he was the more sucessful general in them - even Richard, had, in the end, been beat back. They got thier way to a truce, but even so, Saladin counted himself as the victor.

"Nah, I didn't leave such graffiti behind, though the ones who did go back to England had plenty of tales to tell. Mostly of defeat after defeat. But I never makred up thier shields. Just dented them." Iskander laughed a little. He never fought with a sheild, or, hell, "traditional" (see: eruopean medevial) armour. Leather yes. Metal, no. Leather provided far less protection, but that didn't matter if you fought well enough.

Some said dancing was like fighting, but if that were the case, Iskander felt he should be a lot more adept at it. But he was no dancer, not in the high-school dance way. Not at all. Jennah didn't seem to mind, though, which he was grateful for. He didn't think she would, but even so, she was obviosuly outpacing him, given her preformer's uprbrining - in both lives. In both of his own, he wasn't really taught to dance....or sing, for that matter. Iskander half-paused in his dancing as he heard her sing. He had no idea she could, though it probably only stood to reason that she would have some ability. He smiled at her singing, while it lasted, at least, sing she prometly stopped and went pink again. "You're a good singer, you know." He told her simply. "There's no reason to go pink." There really wasn't. The fact that Jennah might have reservations about singing didn't really occur to him, though he supposed bursting out, to some extent randomly, might be a reason for a little embarasement.

Iskander looked around at the costumes as Jennah did, amused by the assortment of them. Even the supervising teachers had gone out of thier way to dress up, and he was seeing a Flintstones theme amoung some of them. He also didn't see any reincarnates dressed up as either themselves or eachother, which would have been very weird, to say the least. But it wans't so weird, to him, to ask her to dance when the musi changed. He wouldn't mind a slow dance with her, or two. He kinda had been looking forwards ot a nice dance, given the faster stuff wasn't as easy for him to dance to, given his lack of skill. Well, that was, until he leaned what "closer" came to be, and he couldn't help but feel a touch; awkward wasn't the right word, nor was embrassed, since he didn't mind the closeness, it was just, they were in public.

He smiled down at Jennah, and carefully, rather cautiously, moved his hands to her waist as they danced. He became a little less aware of people around and a little more focused on that smile as the dance went on. "I like this. This is nice."

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[Jennah Raine Advani]

She saw him look away and Jennah felt bad. She was making him uncomfortable. Her blush didn't mean she felt violated. It actually meant the exact opposite. Jennah liked it when he looked. She liked being admired by him. Was that wrong of her?
She forced herself to stop blushing by the time he said, "I- it's a very nice costume."

"Thank you," She said softly and then she smiled at him, "You don't have to look away, Iskander. I just...wanted to make sure you didn't think I looked...slutty or anything to that effect. Because, if you do, I can go back to my dorm and find some leggings or tights and put them on or...yeah." Shut up, Jennah. Stop that nervous rambling. You sounds impressively stupid when you do that.

She listened as he explained his lack of graffiti on shields back in the good ol' days. She didn't think he was much of a grafitti-er back then anyway. When would he have the time, anyway? "A dent is just as effective as 'Saladin wuz here' in my opinion," She said with a bright smile. It might possibly be better. Anyone could write and claim Saladin had been there. But a dent? That was perfect proof.

The dancing was something she'd sort of been taught in both lives. Sure, it was never formal teaching, but she still learned. The singing? That sort of just came with performing and having a good ear for music. Jennah's parents were very musical and she just sort of picked up on it from them. But the reason why singing made her nervous? Well, you could bull shit your way through dancing. You could stumble, but then just make it part of the dance and no one would know wiser. Singing? If you mess up, even those not musically inclined can tell. An average person could tell when something was off key. Jennah wasn't the biggest fan in the world of screwing up and she hated it when it was blatantly obvious that she'd messed up. So, singing wasn't usually on her talent list, though it easily could be if she built up a tad more confidence. Her singing hardly left the shower. However, she felt comfortable enough around Iskander that she could sing. She didn't notice he'd paused to listen and smiled. She was actually hoping he didn't hear at all. But he had. "You're a good singer, you know." He told her simply.

She looked up at him. "You think so?" She asked gently, but loud enough to be heard over the music.

"There's no reason to go pink."

She smiled at him and looked down. "I've never sang in front of anyone before," She admitted. "You're the first." That probably wouldn't change either. She was far too shy about her singing so just go and take the stage and own a song or something. At least, she was too shy right now.

She didn't mind that Iskander was cautious as he put his hands on her waist. She knew he respected her as well as loved her and didn't want to take advantage of her or anything. So she let him take his time as their bodies slowly swayed with the music. They were very close to each other and Jennah's eyes were on his. She liked this. She liked it very much. She didn't feel awkward or embarrassed at all. She did know there were other people around. They may not be staring, but they were there. Jennah kind of wished they would all just go away so she and Iskander could be less reserved. She really did like this softness...this closeness...this intimacy as they looked into each other's eyes and exchanged smiles.

"I like this. This is nice." She heard him say.

Jennah's smile grew a bit. "I like it too," She replied simply.
And at that, she leaned up and gently pressed her lips against his for a kiss that was a tad more passionate than the quick one she gave him upon seeing him. Jennah liked the boots she was wearing, too. She didn't have to stand on her toes too much to kiss him like the normally had to do. That was a very nice change of pace.

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[Iskander Rafel Azizi]

Iskander didn't want to make Jennah feel any more awkward than she might have already felt in that dress, so he looked away as soon as she went pink, only to be told shortly afterward he didn't have to look away, which kind of made him feel awkward further. Hell, the subject of short dresses tended to make him awkward. It just hadn't been done in his time. So, despite the fact he'd lived fifty six plus eighteen more years, he was still a bit of an awkward teen in that regard.

"You don't look slutty." He assured her. Okay. So the dress did seem suggestive, but then, it seemed, most girls Halloween costumes were into the short skirt thing. This would explain why Isabella had opted for the trench coat wearing Sandiego than...a witch, or something. Well, a witch was probably a bad example, given who would have been wearing the costume. But you get the idea. Her words were rambled, his were simple and to the point. This was not lost on him, since it was how they behaved when they first met, before a wrestling match during which Iskander had snuck in a kiss and things had sorta...started from there, he supposed. There wasn't an exact, definite point. really. In that regard, they were a bit of a different couple, but given their backgrounds - past lives, that was - it made sense.

He nodded at her comment about the dent, looking back up at her now, rather than at his shoes. Denting shields came with warfare, since the crusaders quite often had them. He preferred to slice where there were opening in the armour, though. That was one dent that was vastly preferable to sending someone back with a busted shield; not sending them back at all.

Killing people certainly seemed easier than dancing at points, but dancing was a little more acceptable than slicing someone limb from limb. Obviously. The Crusades were over, and both he and Wang's sword skills were remnants of ancient days, not as useful as they once were when guns had taken the stage. Jennah may not be taking the stage with her singing, but Iskander liked it. "It's nice singing. I wish I could sing, but naw. I'm not a singer." Philosopher, yes. Academic, yes. Dancer or singer, no. She said she had never sang in front of anyone before, and Iskander had to admit, that was rather surprising. "You haven't?" One dark eyebrow went up in curiosity, then he smiled softly. "Well then, I'm honored that you sung." He didn't know if she meant for him to hear or not, but he had, and if he was the first person to hear, he really did feel honored to be allowed to hear it.

But the song she'd been singing to changed, and the couple in question ended up dancing slowly to some song Iskander hadn't heard before. He was very aware of their closeness, and the face people were around as he placed his hands on her waist. Despite all this, it really as nice, just to smile and dance like there wasn't really anyone around. Which there was, but Iskander typically wasn't crossed. Not after some Hayden and Natalia incidents, anyways. Typically looking aloof and stern did have it's benefits, he had to admit.

Jennah returned his statement about liking the moment, then gave him a kiss, which he returned. It was a bit more passionate than the one at the door, but Iskander didn't really mind that. After a moment he pulled away, and kissed her forehead, as the song sped up a little. Darn. Funny how he went from awkward to rather at ease, and as soon as that happened, the song changed itself somewhat.


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[Jennah Raine Advani]

Had Jennah found a kimono or a cheongsam, she probably would have worn that rather than this short sweater dress. However, the thing is, any kimono or cheongsam had been modified to have a certain...sex appeal. One that didn't exist in the days of old. Kimonos weren't supposed to come down to the middle of a woman's thigh. Cheongsams didn't come down to the thigh and they definitely did NOT have a huge tear drop shaped hole over the breasts, revealing major cleavage. Jennah was mildly offended why the harlot's take on clothes from her background. Where had a woman's honor gone? Jennah wasn't totally a prude — a little cleavage was okay. But those giant tear drop shapes in the cheongsam or even the lot cut of normal clothes? There were certain parts of the body that only two people should see: the woman and her significant other.

Not that Jennah really felt her outfit was much better. Her skirt barely went past the middle of her thigh. However, she felt a tad more comfortable with this mainly because her boobs weren't hanging out for the world to see. However, when her knight in red-crossed armor assured her "You don't look slutty", her confidence went up. You could just tell by the change in the way she held herself. She was less nervous. Her smile was relaxed and more natural and she just looked better all around.

"Thank you," She said with a smile, bowing her head a bit out of habit in humble thanks.

She definitely was no longer shy when she danced. Her hips moved back and forth with the pounding beats of the pop music playing. Her dancing may have made other boys look her way, but if they did, she didn't notice. She had eyes for one person and one person only. His dancing wasn't as good as some of the other boys in here. Jennah didn't care, though. She didn't care if Iskander just stood there and did a Jersey Shore fist pump or even the finger jive. She was having fun with him, and that's all that mattered.

...She'd probably laugh if he did the finger jive, to be honest.

"It's nice singing. I wish I could sing, but naw. I'm not a singer."

She smiled up at him and said, "Anyone can sing when taught. It's all about keeping pitch." Jennah smirked a bit, "I'll get you to sing one of these days."

...No, that's not an innuendo.

"You haven't?"

She shook her head as he raised an eyebrow at her. Was it honestly that shocking that she kept her singing talent on the D.L.? Singing was scarier than flying around in front of crowd of people, doing risky stunts. Jennah would choose walking on the tight rope before taking up a microphone and singing any day. It may seem ridiculous, but...that's how she felt.

She saw his soft smile through the colorful lights. She smiles a bit as a reaction, but she raised an eyebrow. "What?" She said softly.

"Well then, I'm honored that you sung."

She gave a soft chuckle as she danced with him. Jennah smiled up at her boyfriend and said, "I'll sing for you anytime you'd like, love."
...No, that's not an innuendo either. She actually meant singing. With a tune, melody, rhythm and everything.

She really did enjoy their closeness. She felt...well, she really didn't know what she felt with his hands on her waist. She knew the feeling wasn't bad; it was just hard to describe. She felt safe, loved, beautiful...it was a hard feeling to put to words. Wang also liked the smile on Saladin's face. She didn't bother him for looking stern and mysterious all the time. It was part of his charm, if you will. That's not so say it was a good substitute for his smile. His smile was so rarely seen, but in Jennah's opinion, is was one of the most handsome smiles she'd ever seen. She smiled a bit herself as they kissed, her dark eyes closing. Her eyes remained closed after they'd parted. A wide smile stretched onto her face when he kissed her forehead. She traced sweet nothings on his chest as he kissed her. 'I love you' she wrote on his chest with a soft smile on her face as the music changed to something with a faster and heavier beat.

Jennah did not step away from him when the beat picked up again. She didn't want their closeness to end; she liked it too much to step away. So she remained close to him, rocking her body with the music playing. Lost in their moment of closeness, she leaned towards him and placed gentle kisses his jaw and neck.

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WORD COUNT: 800
LISTENING TO: i know you want me - pitbull, your guardian angel - red jumpsuit apparatus, to love and back - this century
COMMENTS: nothing like listening to raggaeton in the wee hours of the morning. it makes me feel ethnic... [/font]

[Iskander Rafel Azizi]

Iskander saw the difference the one reassurance, than Jennah didn't seem slutty, made. Suddenly she looked much more confident. And she didn't look slutty. Sure, the dress was very short, but she didn't wear that sort of thing every day of her life. If she had, he'd have had an objection to it. It was as much the person behind the outfit that made the situation what it was. He knew Jennah had an honor code, and that also made a difference. Case and point, she bowed her head in thanks, which was a little much given the comment, he felt. All the same he gave a nod to acknowledge it, but when he spoke it left the subject behind. "Come, let's dance."

Could he dance? No, not really. But he tried and he had yet to step on anyone's toes, to his credit. Not that Jennah seemed to mind, which was good. There was some commonplace things the sultan couldn't do well, such as dance or skate, or do at all, like swimming. Hey, he'd never been taught! And in his past life, he'd certainly had no use for these skills...why the hell would Saladin ever learn to skate? No one skated in his time and place, for some obvious geographical reasons.

And he definitely couldn't sing, either. He just shook his head when Jennah said she'd get him to sing. "I can't sing. I think I only have once, in a Christmas concert of all things. It was mandatory that the students all participated, so I ended up some magi, singing 'we three kings'. I was in forth grade." But that, very well and truly, was the extent of it. "And that was just strange." He said, as he finished recounting. Jennah's singing, on the other hand, was not born out of participating in a religious celebration of a religion you once had waged war against. It was good signing, and it just seemed out of character giving her nature as a performer.

"Nothing." He said in response to her 'what'. She probably didn't want him pestering her about why she didn't sing, and frankly, it didn't much matter, if she didn't want to sing or not, anymore than it mattered if, at this very moment, he could swim. Unless a flash flood occurred. Which wasn't going to happen. When Jennah mentioned she' sing for him, Iskander only smiled. He really was honored, and it was evident with the look in his eyes. He was honored...and he really was enjoying this closeness, he had to admit. She traced on his chest as he kissed her forehead, and he couldn't help the small shiver that escaped him. It just happened sometimes when he liked how something felt, from slipping into a warm bath in winter, or Jennah tracing 'I love you' on his chest. Or when he was cold, he supposed. Jennah probably knew it, too.

The beat picked up but they didn't part, and Iskander didn't mind too much. A momentary glance showed that other couples had done the same, (and b) Elmo was trying to tango with Darwin.) and, well, he liked being able to have his hands on her waist, this closeness. Then she started kissing his jaw and neck, which again caused him to shiver. Okay, closeness was good, but this was still in public. "Jennah, we're in public." He said, but didn't really offer resistance. "I wish we weren't, but we are..."

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tagged| Jennah / Tina
notes| Nupe.

[Jennah Raine Advani]

It was not her intention to be over dramatic or anything of that sort. Jennah just had a hard time breaking old habits, especially when a lot of that strict, Chinese manner came back when she was — in her words — held prisoner in New York. All of the old customes were re-drilled in her head. She was working on breaking them. Give her a bit more time, Iskander. Just a bit more time. She'll come around and be normal someday.

Jennah had never tried ice skating. It was definitely on her bucket list. She wanted to go ice skating, just once...just to see what it was like. She never imagined blades would be used for anything other than the battle field. But now, in this modern world, people attached blades to their feet and they glided across silver ice when the air grew so cold, one's breath came out in white puffs. Maybe when the snow fell, she and Iskander could go do something fun...like ice skating. Or sledding. Or snow boarding. Jennah was really looking forward to winter. This would be her first winter with actual snow! The circus tended to stay in the southern, no-snow states. The only snow Jennah had seen was in the movies. She'd never tasted a fresh snow flake. She'd never made snow angels. She was excited for the first snow fall. She'd be the first one outside in boots and a warm coat and gloves, playing in the white, cold, powdery snow. She also couldn't wait for the first snow ball fight...

"I can't sing." She still doubted it, but she kept it her mouth shut. "I think I only have once, in a Christmas concert of all things." Ohh. Irony. "It was mandatory that the students all participated, so I ended up some magi, singing 'we three kings'. I was in forth grade...And that was just strange."

Jennah giggled a bit at the mental picture of the Arab boy before her dressed up as a magi. She hoped his mother had pictures of a video of that. Jennah wanted to see that. She kept her thoughts to herself, though her amusement was obvious in her eyes. She wouldn't make him sing if he didn't want to, but she definitely knew which song she'd sing for him when the Christmas season approached.

"Nothing."

"You're smiling," She said, her own smile on her face, "That's not 'nothing', Iskander. It's almost a reason to celebrate." After all, his expression was usually a straight face. Typed out, this is what Iskander looked like most of the time:

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Sometimes this:

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But when it was this:

=] or even rarer

=)

Then something was up. Something good. Not 'nothing'. On a side note, Jennah hoped to one day see him like this:

=D

She didn't know what it would take, but she wanted to see him really smile one day. Their dark eyes met and she smiled lovingly at him when she saw the look in his eyes. She placed her hand on his cheek gently, happiness and love in her eyes. She leaned up and pressed her lips against his gently for a moment. He was honored? She was honored. As states earlier, Iskander didn't smile often. Jennah was honored that she was one of the few things that could bring a smile — even if it was a small smile — to his face.

She grinned as he shivered beneath her fingers (on her unclawed hand, of course. She didn't want to poke him with the Freddy glove. That probably wouldn't feel very good.). The first time he ever shivered, Jennah wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing, but she never asked. She experimented instead. She would do various things to him, like trace different things on his chest or kiss him a certain way. She soon figured out that when Iskander shivered, it meant he liked it. It meant he was happy. So, yeah, she did know he liked how it felt. And she did it anytime she could. She laid her head on his chest as she traced, her black hair falling before her eyes as she smiled.

The terrible thing about moments like that is the simple fact that nothing lasts forever. Not even intimate moments like the one they were just having. The music picked back up. Iskander's hands remained on her waist though. Jennah's hips rocked back and forth underneath his hands. He shivered again when she kissed his jaw and neck, which made her smile. "Jennah, we're in public." She heard him say. He didn't push her away though... "I wish we weren't, but we are..."

He was right, though. They were in public. Jennah didn't want to stop, though. She wished they could go somewhere private. She wanted to be close to him. She wanted to keep kissing him, but she wouldn't be the one to suggest it. Jennah gave his neck one last kiss, a gentle one right over his scar. Then she pulled away, saying, "You're right. I'm sorry."

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WORD COUNT: 846
LISTENING TO: grenade and just the way you are by bruno mars
COMMENTS: i bet he looks like this =D in bed nope. nothing to say here. [/font]

[Iskander Rafel Azizi]

Growing up in lower-class Brooklyn meant a lot of skills that most kids knew - like how to swim or skate, just weren't on his list of thing he learned. He could, however, successfully navigate the streets of the big apple, alone, by the time he was eight. Not the safest thing to be able to do, but Iskander was capable, even at that age. It meant that had he wanted to, he could have potentially hunted Jennah down in New York. And possibly get arrested for it...but y'know. It was the thought that counted. However creepy the thought might be, right? It counted for something. It had to. It just...did.

It was no understatement to say that Saladin would do anything for his girlfriend. Sure, he had his zealot moments where he was out of control, but for the most part he was ruled by his head. In Jennah's case, things were ruled by his heart. He smiled again when she giggled, knowing she probably had the strangest mental image...and she wouldn't be too far fro the truth. While it was highly possible wise men in the time of Jesus would have looked like him, a little kid in big robes with a "gift" that looked a bit like a casket crossed with a perfume box thing was silly indeed.

Jennah insisted it wasn't nothing when he smiled, and he only shook his head, dark eyes amused. Sure, he wasn't the most expressive guy out there, but it wasn't like he was depressed and smiling was cause for celebration. "I smile more often than that, come on." He said with a chuckle. He didn't think he was that incredibly stern...though he was indeed, one of the kids who were. He was the sort of guy that wasn't a huge jock in a Letterman jacket, but could stare one of them down. It probably helped that in a past life he'd been one of the best tactical minds out there and so he didn't fear a lot, relatively speaking.

He kissed her forehead and a moment later felt her hand on her cheek, and her lips gently against his. He returned the kiss for the brief moment they held it, before she started tracing along his chest with the ungloved hand, and he caught Jennah's grin. "You devil." His voice was more teasing than anything, but hey, it was embarrassing a bit to him when she got him to shiver about in public. Not that anyone likely even saw that. But he could very well recall how awkward he'd been when he did say he liked it when she traced along his chest. Her hair fell in front of her eyes and he brushed it from them, smiling down at her. He rested a hand on her cheek, stroking it softly before...

Typically, the beat sped up again. He returned to dancing trying to dance properly, but she was kissing his jaw and neck. Dammit. He told her to stop and she did, but not before placing one last kiss. He couldn't really feel it, as it was over scar tissue, but he knew she had. He kinda wanted to just leave, so he could kiss her, as here was not the place. They had a reputation for being one of the least cuddly couples in Riverdale, but really, they just had more...class about it, one could say. Just because they were dancing and Jennah was in a short dress did not mean once private things became public, after all. But goddamn,, he wanted to go, even if he felt he shouldn't want to. Jennah apologised, and he shook his head. "You don't need to apologise...it was nice. Just...we are in public."

"Though, we could always go somewhere not so public..." Was Iskander insinutating something with those words and a smirk? Maybe. Kinda. He realized maybe a little, but there wasn't really anything there. Give him a couple minutes though. Sultan or not, he was a teen boy.


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tagged| Jennah / Tina
notes| This is terribly overdue.

[Jennah Raine Advani]

If she was still in New York at this time and if Iskander had come and found her, there's no doubt in Jennah's mind about how she'd react. I mean, aside from the obvious hug and kiss, there was only one thing she would do. And that would be run away. She'd leave that hell in Manhattan in a heart beat if he'd come for her. He wouldn't even have to ask her to go. She'd leave without all her things. She didn't care. As long as she was with him, she'd be fine. And she had a feeling he'd be fine with her doing that. It wasn't the most logical thing, but Jennah had noticed that when it came to her, sometimes he didn't do what was "logical". He followed the heart...for example, when he kissed her for the first time. Jennah certainly didn't see it coming. She was just teaching him how to throw someone over your head if they're on top. Anyway, he'd had a couple rounds on top and she'd showed him how it's done, so they switched so that she was on top....and yes, I know. That sounds dirty. Their clothes were on. Bare with me.

She was on top and he was about to throw her off when their lips met. Grant, not for a long time, but their lips met. And then he threw her off and Jennah landed rather painfully on her back before she went back over to him and kissed him again. And so it began, she supposed. But that act? That was not logical at all. Consider all the things that could have gone wrong! Yet he followed his heart and he kissed her. Jennah really liked it when he did things like that. When he stopped over thinking things and was just...down right sweet. Those were the times Jennah really felt loved. I mean, she knew he loved her, but those little moments made Jennah feel...warm and fuzzy inside, if you will. Practically any girl is a sucker for that. This Chinese warrior was no exception.

She smirked when he shook his head, her eyes staying on his. "I smile more often than that, come on." He tried to defend himself but Jennah shook her head in return.
"Nope," She said with a smile. It was obvious she was teasing him from the tone in her voice and gleam in her chocolate brown eyes. "I mean, maybe you think you do...but a lot of the time, you look like..." She didn't know how to describe it, "Like this."
And then Jennah tried her best Iskander impersonation. She tried to pull off one of his more intimidating glares — ones he usually dished out to Talia. However Jennah's face was, obviously, very different from Iskander's and she couldn't quite get the "angry sultan" look right. Her expression looked more like a cute pout. Oh well. She tried.

He put a smile on her face when he kissed her forehead. He always put a smile on her face when he kissed her forehead. Her smile turned into a smirk when she heard his voice in her ear, "You devil."

Jennah shrugged a bit, looked up at him and smirked before going back to tracing. "I'm not always nice," She teased in return as she traced a heart. She knew he didn't want her to stop, otherwise he would have said so. So she kept tracing, writing a bit of Chinese, doodling a bit and tracing sweet nothings.
Her smirk melted away into a smile as he pushed her hair away from her eyes and laid his hand on her cheek, gently stroking it. His hand was so warm and soft against her skin. She closed her eyes happily and leaned into his touch, a pretty smile on her face. She stopped tracing for a moment, laying her hand over his heart as she leaned into his touch. Keeping her eyes closed, still leaning into his touch slightly, Jennah softly said, "I love you, Iskander."

She knew he probably didn't feel the kiss she placed over his scar, but she still kissed it. It was hard for her to look at that scar at first. Now it was getting easier, but to Jennah, it was a constant reminder of how she almost lost Iskander to death just like she'd lost her husband from her first life. She cherished every moment she had with her boyfriend because of moments like that.

"You don't need to apologise...it was nice. Just...we are in public." He said. Jennah sighed and nodded in agreement. Yeah. It was nice. And she wished she didn't have to stop. But they were a tad more proper than other couples here when it came to public displays of affection. Unlike the other couples around them on the dance floor, Jennah and Iskander were not going to start making out right here and right now. Jennah was about to say something when her boyfriend said with a smirk:

"Though, we could always go somewhere not so public..."

...Wait....what? Jennah looked up at him, an eyebrow arching. Was he-.........
Was he possibly hinting towards something a bit more than kissing? Perhaps she was over thinking, but Jennah took that as a subtle offer to go somewhere where he could make love to her. And Jennah knew were the perfect somewhere was. Her dorm. It was perfect for three reasons:

1) No Lump.
2) No Mrs. Azizi. As nice of a woman as she was...Jennah was pretty sure she didn't want Iskander's mom around...
3) No roommate. Jennah knew one was going to be with her boyfriend all night tonight and the other was back at home with her family due to some sudden surgery her roommate's brother had.

They'd be alone. No one would bother them.

Not answering his offer, Jennah pulled away from him and walked out of the gym. She grabbed her coat and quickly left the school. Jennah knew he'd follow her. It was all a game of follow the leader, now. And if Iskander hesitated, Jennah was pretty sure she knew how to seduce him to follow her. Jennah's mind was on sex, now. She wanted it and she was confident that she could get it.

...She was still a teenager, after all.

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WORD COUNT: 1062
LISTENING TO: Write You A Song - Plain White Ts
COMMENTS: s'all good ^_^ everyone gets busy sometimes [/font]

[Iskander Rafel Azizi]

Iskander was enjoying the night thus far. Colorful costumes, and here he was, dancing with Jennah. He was quite enjoying that, too. And their banter. He knew he didn't smile a lot, and he knew she was just teasing him, and so life was going just fine. When she tried to imitate his pout, though, he laughed outright, brown eyes alight. It didn't last too long, but it was there. He was still deeply amused when he next spoke, however. "I do not look like a frustrated puppy dog!" He teased in return. Because really...that was how Jennah's attempt turned out to be to him. Cute, but completely and totally harmless. Now Jennah really was anything but harmless. But she could look it at times, and this was one of them. "Allow me to show you...and probably fail miserably." He tried to do the "frustrated puppy" sort of look, and failed pretty badly, as he predicted. Not that Jennah knew, but Iskander did previously be able to do the puppy dog eyes. Not in this life, but Saladin at age four had been a little pudgy and had big, round, brown eyes. Not the sort you'd envision as a sultan, but he'd been bright, lost the baby fat, (and the puppy eyes), and carved his place in history.

That still made the puppy eyes a fail, though his attempt did make him seem a lot less intimidating and a lot more funny. Personally, he liked the intimidating thing. He found it really quite amusing that Hayden was liable to scurry away from him with so much as a look. That all aside...

Jennah only smiled and stated she wasn't always nice, before tracing a heart on his chest. "You say that but trace a heart?" It was amusing to him. Iskander liked odd situations like that, or irony. The "ha-ha he fell down" thing didn't often do it for him. She did, however, stop when he began to stock her cheek, leaning into his touch. He smiled at this, even if they were being very cuddly for a public place. He also smiled when she said she loved him. It was always nice to hear, even if they'd sort of known it, (albeit silently) ever since Iskander's father made a surprise appearance in Riverdale. Sometimes he thought Riverdale - particularly the boarding school - had enough substance to make a killer story, or a series, threading together the lives of the inhabitants...or multiple lives, for that matter.

"I love you too." He promised her. And he meant it. Typically logical Saladin had dove in headfirst, and maybe it wasn't always the wisest they were still teenagers in this life. They were just teenagers in this life. Sure, they might do great things, but unless it was the rsor, it would never be, say Iskander-Saladin that wrote a revolutionary book on morality, it would be Iskander; Saladin, centuries dead, had nothing to do with it according to the public. Saladin, centuries dead, had had a wife...where was she now? It was thoughts like those, at times, made him wonder who he was destined for...what any of them were destined for, really.

But those thoughts were best left for when he was writing down his thoughts on life, death, morals...you name it. It was what he did, but not what he was doing now. Right now, he was dancing with his girlfriend. Well, something between dancing and cuddling, more like, with the kissing and tracing and so forth, even though they shouldn't be up to such things in public. In public, at least, and he promptly suggested that they go somewhere private. He looked down at her, and her eyebrow arching, and knew from that she kinda took it, well, she took it one way. A way, that, come to think on it, he wouldn't mind at all...why would he mind? "What do you say? We could go somewhere, spend the night..."

Or not, as Jennah promptly let go of him and left.

Well, shit.

Things just went wrong. "Jennah!" He called after he, dashing off the dance floor. He tried to follow her into the coatroom, but some idiot "host" of a junior got in his way, saying he couldn't go in if he didn't have a coat, and Iskander just about killed him, but that would delay him. He didn't mean to make Jennah mad, far from it! He didn't mean to offend her, either.

Well, shit. He distangled himself from the crowd and took off again, seeing her round a corner, heading for the girls dorms. Crap. He never went in there. Ever. They were the girls dorms, it didn't feel right to go in there. "Jennah, wait!" But then she was in them. Okay, it was well past the six o'clock time that boys were allowed in there up to. It was well beyond his comfort zone to go in there, but if he didn't, well, he wanted to apologise or something, so...in he went, after her. "Just wait a second!"

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notes| Nupe.

[Jennah Raine Advani]

Tonight was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Jennah loved everyone's costume. Jennah loved the music. Jennah loved dancing. Jennah loved the closeness. And, of course, Jennah loved her boyfriend. Even if he had something against smiling...

Jennah was a rather smiley person. That was no secret. Her facial expressions greatly contrasted from Iskander's. So, she really didn't expect to be a pro at the "Iskander glare". However, when he burst out laughing at her attempt, she couldn't help but smile a bit herself, even though she struggled to keep on pouting. She couldn't fight that smile for very long and eventually, her typical smile stretched across her face again, lighting up her features. She liked that light in his eyes. It may not have lasted forever, but she saw it. And she was happy.

"I do not look like a frustrated puppy dog!" He teased in return.

"Is that what I looked like?" She asked, laughing a bit, "That wasn't my intention, I assure you. I was trying to look tough and aloof like a certain someone I know." Not harmless and adorable as she came across. Though the 'harmless' look could really work to her advantage when she proved to her opponent that she was anything but harmless. She was a very dangerous woman. She just felt no reason to show it.

"Allow me to show you...and probably fail miserably."

She laughed a bit at his attempt to be adorable. Iskander wasn't really the type to pout and look irresistibly adorable. He was handsome, though. That seriousness added a bit of mysteriousness to him and made him more attractive. His smile lightened his features and made him more handsome in Jennah's opinion. But a puppy he was not. A puppy he was far from. She grinned and playfully poked his chest and teased, "I do it better than you." But then again, he did that whole, 'I'm-thinking-deeply-and-I'm-scary' looks much better than she did.

"You say that but trace a heart?"

"Yes," She grinned and traced a few more hearts on his chest, "It's a front to cover up how truly evil and mean I am."
Her "evilness" instantly stopped when he touched her. His touch was so warm...so soft. She melted at it, smiling all the while and smiling more when he grinned. Just from the way he touched her, she knew he loved her. He didn't have to say it. She knew just as he knew his love was returned. Still, they said it. It was just something nice to hear every now and then.

"I love you too."

When they admitted their love for each other, Jennah knew it wasn't used loosely like how most teenagers use it. Teenagers these days simply throw around the word 'love'. Some teenagers say 'I love you' simply after a day of dating. But Wang and Saladin knew much better than that. They knew what love was. They had the pleasure of living before and experiencing it. They were much more than your average teenagers. They were warriors of old and they were much wiser than, say, the couple a few feet away from them grinding.

But in a sense, they were no better than that couple. After all, they were still teenagers. They still felt the lust other teenager's feel. They weren't robots that were immune to a human's desire. They were simply better at hiding it. And Jennah figured they would probably stay proper and keep hiding it until she heard Iskander speak. "What do you say?" He said, "We could go somewhere, spend the night..."

Her eyebrows raised further. Who killed her boyfriend and replaced him with this guy? Her Iskander would never imply going somewhere for the night to make love. He was far too proper! And shy. Mostly shy...
It was tempting, though. So tempting. Jennah liked the way his hands felt on her hips and waist. She couldn't help but wonder...
And she gave in. She wanted it, too. She wanted to go somewhere private with him and give in to their desires until morning.

Of course, she didn't just say 'Hell yes' (though she was thinking it) as that wouldn't be very sexy. Jennah dug deep down to find her inner seductress. Every woman has one. Every woman could seduce a man if she tried. Just...some women had to try harder especially if they'd never done something like this before...like Jennah. So, she thought turning away from him would be mysterious and sexy.

She was wrong, though. She was giving him the wrong impression. "Jennah! Jennah, wait!"
She almost turned around to tell him she wasn't rejecting him or offending him, but she forced herself to keep walking. He was following her, wasn't he? That was the goal, wasn't it? So she kept going, her hips swaying as she walked. She went into her dorm building. Here was the big test. Iskander never came in here. Would he follow her in? As she headed up the stairs to her door, she heard him come inside. Perfect. She smirked to herself as she heard him behind her, "Just wait a second!"

She'd tortured him enough, hadn't she? At least, with the silence part. Jennah stopped and spun around. Her eyes were alive with a sultry look, something she'd never worn in this life. She just looked at Iskander with a tiny smirk before her lips found his neck again.
She kissed up and down his neck, her unclawed hand gently running down his chest to his abdomen. She wanted this crusader's costume gone. She pulled away, looking up at her boyfriend with a seductive look in her eyes and a smirk on her lips before she kissed him. To tease him, she gently brushed her knee along the inside of his legs. To tease him further, she brushed her tongue over his lips before she bit carefully on his bottom lip playfully.

Did that answer his question about going somewhere private?

She turned again and finished going up the stairs, taking off her coat as she walked. Jennah looked over her shoulder with a small smile, holding her coat over her shoulder with her clawed hand. "You coming?" She asked him in a flirty, sing-song voice before she walked on.

There was no way he wouldn't follow her now. Not after that type of kiss. And if he did keep standing there then...damn. Jennah really was in love with a robot.

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WORD COUNT: 1079
LISTENING TO: Kiwi - Maroon 5
COMMENTS: *puts a cube on jennah's cube* [/font]

[Iskander Rafel Azizi]

The dance was going quite well, as far as Iskander could tell. He was dancing with Jennah, and no one looked like...nevermind. He was going to say no one looked wasted, but he happened to spot a certain thief and so couldn't say that any more. The punch was probably spiked now. He pitied the souls to drink it now, but he was a little preoccupied with trying to look like a frustrated puppy to do anything about it, and by the time he'd stopped doing the face, the punch-spikier was out of sight. "Well, of course you're better at that face!" Iskander laughed. "But I got you beat when it comes down to making someone scared of me by a glance alone." He liked that ability. Not only was it funny to scare Hayden to death, but it avoided many a confrontation. If a guy looks dangerous, they probably were. In his case, that was not a bluff, but regardless, it was better to avoid a fight than not.

The sultan reincarnated chuckled a little as Jennah traced more hearts, explaining that it was all just a front. "Well, between the puppy eyes and that, I think you put up a good front to most people." Jennah probably wouldn't often top a normal's 'dangerous persons' list. There were far more obviously dangerous people to them, among reincarnates and normals alike. Typically, the reincarnates were the more notable persons of Riverdale, but they did have an advantage over most of the Riverdale students. Not had they gone through life before (and remember it), but they'd had the constitution to be game-changers then; that transferred a lot.

Obviously, personality transferred. Though tonight, it seemed, some aspects were new of very well hidden. Iskander may have lost a lot of faith in Islam after 9/11, and he might not be exactly, the same, but he could tell by her arching eyebrows that his actions here and now were out of character for him. Normally he wasn't well, like this.

But the fact remained that "normally" referred to the upper portion of his teenage years in this life, (since being a teenager in the middle of the Arab world during the crusades was a whole 'nother ball game and incomparable) and well...okay. He wasn't being normal for what was given about him. The words kinda just...came out of his mouth without him really thinking about. He did want it, though. And he was just going to hope she wanted it too. \frankly, if she didn't, he could probably twist his words to make it back into something innocent, since he didn't really fully finish a sentence he had yet said. Saladin was decant at that sort of thing. But, he didn't get the chance. Jennah turned on heel and left, leaving him to scramble on after her, calling for her to stop a second so he could apologise to her, which she didn't do.

Crap, crap, crap. He shouldn't have done that, and that was all he was thinking on as he chased after her. A moment ago, she'd had her cheek pressed against his hand, smiling and content, now she was probably very displeased with him. He had to hope that he could repair this, and repair it he would try to do. Even if it meant going in the girls dorms, and he could only hope Jennah didn't frown on him for that, too.

As it turns out, this paranoid, worried thinking really had no point. He didn't realize it right away when Jennah stopped walking, but then her lips were at his neck, and his eyes widened a little. Why would she be kissing him if she was angry? Trick question, she wasn't angry. Her unclawed hand went to his chest as it often did, but then it slipped downwards, causing him to shiver under her fingers. She pulled away a second later, kissing him. He returned the kiss, then something between a small gasp and a bit of a grunt resulted when her knee brushed between his legs. He felt her tongue along his lips and his tongue met hers briefly, before she nipped at his bottom lip and pulled away from him a moment later, going up the stairs again.

Though he did wonder how she got her clawed hand out of her jacket so quickly, now wasn't the time to ask. She asked if he was coming and he just nodded, at something of a loss for words.


Guess he didn't have to worry about apologising.

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tagged| Jennah / Tina
notes| And then we all know what goes down... XD