ALISTAIRE KINCAID
JUNIOR
Posts: 8
Skype: RISABESU
Player Name: RISA
Hover Image: http://i.imgur.com/ZIbgNSE.png
Character Type: BITCH IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING
Club: JOURNALISM
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Post by ALISTAIRE KINCAID on Jun 19, 2016 19:28:36 GMT -5
workin' for the weekend EVERYBODY NEEDS A SECOND CHANCE Alistaire enjoyed a communal bath as much as the next gent. But, it was neither his intention nor his desire to stay in there all day long like some kind of pampered pet. This was absolutely no day spa. He was reminded of that when he looked at the white subway tile stretching across every surface in the shower room. It was a slightly nicer version of the locker room showers. He closed his eyes, a towel wrapped around his waist as he meandered to the changing area. He walked to the benches and whipped the towel off of his body.
After a few minutes of unfolding and such, he was pulling up a pair slacks. He zippered and buttoned. No need for a belt because everything fit just right. He chuckled to himself, hearing guys arguing about girls in the background as he sat down once again. He began to dry his hair now. Slowly massaging the water out of his mane and closing his eyes as he did so. It felt better when someone else did this for him. He couldn't necessarily keep a maid in school, unfortunately.
"Hiring a student to be said maid..." Alistaire raised an eyebrow, looking to the ceiling. He thought of all the useful things a creature like that could do for him. He held his chin for a moment. She'd have to be female and basically one step above a prostitute. He snorted through his nose. It wasn't like he was actually going to pay someone to do things for him. He gave a shrug, deciding to think on it later. He heard wet footsteps approaching the changing room and let his eyes travel to the source of the noise without much movement otherwise.
"Ali!" He was yelled for and the dark haired boy turned to look at one of the seniors he'd been acquainted with. "When's the party?" He asked and Alistaire smiled after giving the half-naked boy a once over. Alistaire turned back around and rolled his eyes. His 'tea parties' were at the same time, every week and this screw up couldn't remember that much.
"Ten o'clock, so don't be late, if you're coming. My room gets packed quickly." The junior said, throwing on a t-shirt himself finally.
"I'm counting on it. I hope it's like a subway at rush hour. I had tits rubbing against me everywhere." The senior commented, making wild gestures with his hands while Alistaire's expression was that of boredom. He blinked, jogging himself out of a sudden snooze. Christ, he was boring. There was more to life than unintentional feels being copped. He didn't have the balls he was born with. Destined to be someone's rapist in the midst of a law degree at Harvard, probably. How excruciatingly painful it was to know that this person was only ranked higher than him because of the timing involved in his parents' copulation. And, what a messy embarrassment that must have been. Should've pulled out.
"I'll see you later, Ali!" The senior offered as he headed out to the doors. He dressed quicker than the dark haired boy but his clothes were a wreck. Alistaire liked to look presentable at all times. He wasn't obsessive about it but he took his time while doing anything. When the junior was finally dressed, he looked into his locker to replace a few of his bathing supplies and saw a note. It was barely folded. He frowned. It was just a slip of paper. Did no one invest in stationary anymore? He groaned, picking up the paper, unfolding it and staring at the contents.
Alistaire's eyes widened. He brought the paper closer and closer to his face as he read faster and faster. A sexually explicit love letter from someone who wished to remain anonymous. She or he, he blinked, looking around to see if anyone else was occupying the locker rooms. He looked back to the note. The handwriting was kind of girlish. He began to blink again at the note and then, standing up, stuffed it into his pocket. Whoever they were, they were interesting. They sounded like maid material to him. He deduced with a wry smile. PHARAOH LEAP.
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HEATH AMBROISÉ
JUNIOR
Posts: 41
Popularity: 10
Player Name: kimmy
Hover Image: http://i.imgur.com/o2e5wGj.jpg
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1437/junior-heath-ambrois
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1465/came-kims-kids
Character Type: badass gay
Club: athletics club
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jun 19, 2016 22:32:21 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE that's how I treated you Communal baths weren’t all that bad. It would’ve been better if he could catch faculty roaming around but again, not that bad. The place was actually clean when Heath came around and he managed to leave before boys got rowdy. Usually anyway. Today he’d walked in with a few members of the boxing club having ended up sticking with them long after practice was over. He would be lying if their conversations didn’t amuse him and it was a nice change of pace instead of rushing straight to the showers and then to his dorm to get work done. Heath had taken a break from stressing over meeting his weekly goal and instead took part in the common conversations his team seemed to fall back to. Naw, she wasn’t that hot. No way, he couldn’t knock a mosquito out. Yes, he definitely saw the meat loaf moving and it wasn’t a dream. Laughter erupted as boxers left the showers, Heath following as he shook out the yellow mop of hair. The blonde kept his eyes on his belongings as he opened up a small locker to grab his change of clothes, quickly passing a towel over his body one last time. He nodded absently as he pulled on a pair of running shorts and a t shirt. Feeling a light punch on his arm, Heath swatted the guy back unable to hold back a laugh. “Don’t be late for practice tomorrow.” They called at him as each of his team mates took their gear and left. He offered a small smile and a promise that he would try his very best not to before toweling off his hair. It wasn’t too cold out letting it air dry would be fine. “Probably have a sweatshirt in here don’t I?” he murmured, taking a seat as he dug through his duffel. After a couple of minutes of searching, Heath dumped out the bag snatching his hoodie and then quietly shoving everything back in. As he pulled the hoodie on and secured his belongings he paused, trying to locate the one that had uttered the magic word: hiring. As in employing. As in paying. As in money that he needed that would probably help him make his weekly goal. Um, yes. Heath stood up and shouldered a strap of his bag ready to apply for the position. He doubted the guy needed that much, probably just someone to clear out his trash and make his bed for him. Easy money, and Heath wasn’t about to miss out. He gave his locker one last look to make sure everything was packed up and turned to the teen only to hold back an annoyed sigh. He eyed the half-naked boy before settling down to wait until the conversation was over. Heath’s foot tapped on the floor softly before he finally began glaring at the ground in an effort to keep still. Time was money and he was losing it. He perked up as he heard the slapping of bare feet on tile, quickly honing on his meal ticket like a missile. “Yo, you need a maid for a bit?” he asked voice low as he put his hands in his pocket. He waited intently, noting the boy was reading something. Heath took a moment to pull out his phone to check the time before putting it back in his pocket and eyeing the other. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW [googlefont=Oswald:300]
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ALISTAIRE KINCAID
JUNIOR
Posts: 8
Skype: RISABESU
Player Name: RISA
Hover Image: http://i.imgur.com/ZIbgNSE.png
Character Type: BITCH IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING
Club: JOURNALISM
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Post by ALISTAIRE KINCAID on Jun 21, 2016 19:38:17 GMT -5
workin' for the weekend EVERYBODY NEEDS A SECOND CHANCE He closed his eyes, smiling to himself. His hand not even out of his pocket yet when he heard a voice directed at him. He looked beside his locker door to the young man who had appeared near him to talk about his maid comment. Well, he was sharp, wasn't he? " Oh, you heard that did you?" His eyes slid away. He didn't exactly have a young man in mind when he'd thought about it. Having a guy for a maid wasn't exactly something the student population would look up to your for unless it was an outrageous bunch of girls who loved the thought of two men getting it on. It was like having a man secretary. There wasn't usually a hint of sexual mystery involved in it. " Are you qualified?" He asked while he did other things to ready himself. He sat down with some talcom powder. He took a bit in his hands and rubbed it on the bottoms of his feet. " You'd probably like to know that..." He told him as he put on his socks and shoes. " I did kind of have a girl in mind when I said that." He looked up at the blonde and smiled. But, wouldn't the reasons be obvious. " I have a thing for uniforms." He didn't. He didn't care one bit about uniforms. He cared about objectified servitude. That was what really turned him on. He blinked at the blonde. " I guess I shouldn't say stuff like that to strangers." He said throwing his hand into his with a small, embarrassed laugh. The hand left some stain of the talcom powder on the side of his head, making it a distinguished gray. lol" But, I mean, if you want the job..." He paused to stand and look at the boy. " I suppose I can make it mutually beneficial." He grinned at him and closed his locker door. " I'm not very messy but I throw a lot of parties, you see." He said, waving his hand in embarrassment. " Not every night. Just... Every weekend." He blinked at him. " So, you might find some very unsettling sights." He smiled sheepishly. " I once found a couple sleeping under my bed the next night." He laughed to himself as he threw his towel over his shoulder. He sighed, thinking that it was probably time to get down to business. " Twenty bucks an hour for picking up the place. Thirty if you dust. Forty if you do laundry. Fifty if you want to take care of my needs too." His features were sharp suddenly with no hint of shy or awkward atmosphere now. His posture was rigid and proper now, denoting even physically that he'd gotten into a business-like frame of mind. " The last rate will guarantee at the very least five hours of work." He snorted a laugh and smirked before turning to walk. " I'm not easy to please." HEATH AMBROISÉ PHARAOH LEAP.
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HEATH AMBROISÉ
JUNIOR
Posts: 41
Popularity: 10
Player Name: kimmy
Hover Image: http://i.imgur.com/o2e5wGj.jpg
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1437/junior-heath-ambrois
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1465/came-kims-kids
Character Type: badass gay
Club: athletics club
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jun 23, 2016 16:47:35 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE that's how I treated you He nodded, keeping his mouth shut for the moment. He didn’t want to admit his ears were fine tuned to the mention of money of any kind. It wouldn’t help if he decided to bargain with the other. Heath snorted at the question. Was he qualified? “Sorry, I didn’t bring my resume for the interview.” He stated with a shrug. “But I’m open to a first time test trial at half price.” Heath leaned on an unoccupied locker to watch his future employer. He doubted the guy would get any other takers that would actually do a decent job. Maids were usually female so it wasn’t surprising when Alistaire revealed he would’ve preferred a young girl to work for him. Well, tough luck fucker. He narrowed his eyes at the other noting he talked an awful lot of shit. He wished he would hurry it up already. “Kinky.” The blonde returned, raising an eyebrow at him. “Didn’t think this’d be a uniform mandatory, but I guess I could shave my legs.” The junior returned with a sigh. “I don’t care, Guy.” Heath rarely minded someone else’s manner of speech. Most of the people that surrounded him were crass enough. Moderately inappropriate sharing of kinks wasn’t that bad to him. Just as long as his companion didn’t expect him to share. He paused watching the other intently for a moment, waiting for the guy to turn his head. Gray. No wait black. But the gray though. Heath looked away trying to clear his thoughts, unsettled by what he could only describe as an optical illusion. A really terrible, sorta nice one. He looked back only to grimace slightly. It was baby powder but it was enough for him. The boy began explaining rates and Heath snapped out of his momentary thirst to pay attention, perking up once more eyes glued to the stranger. “I think I can handle naked teenagers.” He assured calmly, trying not to sound too impatient to hear his pay rates. Heath nodded, mulling over the pay. The answer was absolutely but he doubted he couldn’t get a little bit more out of the rich kid. Eyeing the other, he noted it might be a hard bargain. The easy going nature replaced by something more professional, more businesslike. His eyes wandered to the side of the guy’s head and he looked down at his shoes and bit the inside of his lip. He was glad Alistaire had turned away not wanting to explain himself. “70$ for all of the above since you’re probably not buying cleaning supplies.” He retaliated, following the other. “I’m up for the challenge.” How hard would it be to wipe this kid’s ass? Everything discussed thus far just sounded like easy money. Even if the possibility lingered that he would be doing laundry in a skirt. Oh well, college wouldn’t pay for itself. MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW [googlefont=Oswald:300]
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ALISTAIRE KINCAID
JUNIOR
Posts: 8
Skype: RISABESU
Player Name: RISA
Hover Image: http://i.imgur.com/ZIbgNSE.png
Character Type: BITCH IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING
Club: JOURNALISM
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Post by ALISTAIRE KINCAID on Jun 29, 2016 7:47:53 GMT -5
workin' for the weekend EVERYBODY NEEDS A SECOND CHANCE Oh, the blonde thought that they were bargaining. Seventy. Alistaire couldn't quite comprehend where he got the seventy from. He had leaned forward a little, in an attempt to take a step. He found himself redistributing that weight backward in a slightly shocked manner as if just stabbed in the back. Figuratively, of course. His eyes rolled toward the ceiling. Twenty extra dollars to buy cleaning supplies an hour? Was there gas money involved? Alistaire held his chin, thinking it over for a moment. He turned his head, looking at Heath from over shoulder.
"Hah." He closed his eyes with a smile. "Nothing personal." Money hungry. All lower class humans were that kind of hungry. Didn't exactly mean that he would offer himself up on the platter for dinner, though. Even though the blonde didn't exactly scream poor person by his appearance, something wasn't quite sitting right with him. Alistaire raised an eyebrow to him. If he was that hungry, he'd undoubtedly have sticky fingers. Alistaire wasn't exactly a saint himself but employing shady people were for other tasks, not for cleaning up his dorm room. Maybe he was desperate for another reason. The dark haired young man turned to face him fully.
"Anything else you can do, Mister Seventy?" He folded his arms over his chest. Still a little shaken by the number. He could hire someone to follow him around all day for less. Actually, he could have someone follow him around for nothing. He wanted a proper job done. Primarily to make sure that lips remained zipped. He couldn't exactly trust a stranger but he definitely trust actual friends either.
Did he have any of those to begin with?
"For an extra twenty an hour, I hope you don't have a small dick." He sighed and turned away again. "I have a feeling I'll be fucked no matter what." He blinked at the path ahead. Alistaire sighed again, moving to reach down into his bag that sat on the bench and went through a pocket. Pulling out a card, he held it between two fingers and swiveled back to the blonde. He held out a spare keycard to his room.
"Sunday morning. Half past one in the afternoon." He told him sternly. "If you can come in and clean the place without waking me up, you've got the job." He blinked at him. Well, the blonde was the only one who had a chance to apply anyway. "It's a shame though. I would've done double if you were a good-looking girl." Alistaire shrugged and smiled at Heath. "Really a shame. You'd look alright as a girl. But, that's life." He snorted a laugh through his nose and went to retrieve his phone. PHARAOH LEAP.
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HEATH AMBROISÉ
JUNIOR
Posts: 41
Popularity: 10
Player Name: kimmy
Hover Image: http://i.imgur.com/o2e5wGj.jpg
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1437/junior-heath-ambrois
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1465/came-kims-kids
Character Type: badass gay
Club: athletics club
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Post by HEATH AMBROISÉ on Jul 23, 2016 15:07:51 GMT -5
COLD AS ICE that's how I treated you He’d thrown out a high number expecting to have it knocked down. The counter seemed to have shocked the guy which he found slightly amusing. He didn’t bother countering with a lower number which he found surprising considering the professional demeanor he had put on only moments before. Well, he wouldn’t object. The better the pay the less he would think about quitting. He blinked, waiting in case the question was rhetorical before replying “Make drinks, mend shirts, buff shoes, groom pets. Miscellaneous skills.” Like any other blossoming drug dealer, he’d taken various job that would’ve given him good cover for his deals. Not to mention the variety would’ve given him more than enough background to bullshit any college essay sent his way. The blonde shrugged not wanting to admit he, like so many other males before him, had stared at his dick in the bathroom mirror ignorant to what was considered normal. “If it’s too small I’ll get you an electric one free of charge.” Heath returned calmly, restraining his urge to laugh at the boy. Alistaire shouldn’t complain if he didn’t even want to bother haggling further. Besides, he doubted the guy would be able to find anyone else willing to get on their knees and scrub his bathroom for him. He didn’t want to get him to try either, content with the wages stated. Heath pocketed the keycard carefully as he listened to his instructions. “Roger that, sir. This Sunday, 1:30 pm housekeeping.” Heath repeated to show he’d understood. He would have to stick that in his planner and make alarms accordingly. He only rolled his eyes at the comments. What a roundabout way to ask him to wear a skirt and a wig. He wasn’t unfamiliar with drag, having donned costume before. And if it would get him 140 an hour… “Thanks…I guess. I’ll hold you to that.” The blonde replied making a list of things he’d need for Sunday. Not only would he have to scrounge around for cleaning supplies but he have to get his hands on a girl’s uniform. Not to mention a decent looking wig. The job better pan out. He didn’t like wasting money. “Oh, name’s Heath.” He’d almost forgotten to introduce himself too excited about the cash. “Hopefully my work will be up to your standards.” MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW [googlefont=Oswald:300]
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