What Makes You Beautiful (A 1D Roleplay)

[Attila The Hen]

(You're good at roleplaying her xD) Liam let a shiver roll down his spine, his hands wrapping around her waist to pull her against his chest. "I need you," He whispered desperately.

[N.a.v.i]

- Summer Lyn Robinson -
"I miss him already..."
| Where- Front of Hotel | With- no one | Age- 18 | Outfit | Crushing on- No one |

Crickets called out from the horizontal gardens, Summer's eyes flickering from side to side with tense shoulders as her stepped echoed in the thin air. The shine on her bracelet gave her comfort as the reflected light's source came from the welcoming doors to the hotel, a slight change in temperature leaving goosebumps on her arms and legs as the air conditioned lobby wrapped around her. A drunken employee sat in a wooden chair at the counter, his arms draped at his sides with a beer bottle clenched in one of his hands, out cold with a dropped jaw, the hint of drool appearing at the corner of his lower lip. The slight creak of the first step caused Summer to whip her chin over her shoulder, dilated pupils hid the hazel in her eyes as she gave a thorough look over the empty Lobby once more, a shaky sigh escaped her open mouth as she looked back up to the top of the stair case, continuing her climb, one hand set firmly on the polished wooden guide rail as it slid its way up, her slightly weakened legs bending as they pushed the weight of her body up each step.

[|| Ghost ||]

Morgan- Fodder Character

The woman smiled a little more, a smile that was dark and bewitching at the same time as she cast a spell with her sinister voice. A voice in disguise. A voice that was different in the ears and eyes of both genders. A girl heard the hissing of a snake, the mutters of a weasel and the hacking of a crow. A boy heard a goddess, a divine black leopard with a purr that both shook the world and cradled it at the same time. A voice like melting chocolate, no breakage, no friction or effort. A polished, sleek, velour of unrestrained delicacy. "Then come and get me..." Morgan whispered at last- suggestive, vulgar, erotic. That's what her voice had added- that's what her body had spoken as she pressed against Liam- that's what every breath in her being sang as she nipped at his ear. Give in, give in- and i'll make you happy. You won't forget it- because no one can deny my touch, my presence. That is all Morgan had known- she got what she wanted. She never lost. That is how she was raised. And she was good at it. Even better then Ari, yet they were still good friends. And as they slowly leaned onto the bed Morgan leered and narrowed her eyes, it was all- according to plan...

OOC: Ehm... We could totally time skip or a- fade to black. Because i don't know how in detail i can get without going too far. XD

[Attila The Hen]

(Yeah, let's do that xD)
Liam was breathing heavily as he re-dressed afterwards.

[|| Ghost ||]

Morgan- Fodder Character

She opened her eyes then, she'd been closing them for some time. And it was when Liam was dressing back up, that Morgan opened them. She rose out of bed them, creeping- stalking her prey with both hands before sliding them along his back. Pecking the nape of his neck, and then resting her head along his shoulder with a grim smile.

OOC: Mkay ^_^

[Attila The Hen]

Liam smiled at her, turning and resting his forehead against hers.

[|| Ghost ||]

Morgan- Fodder Character

The sound of Fisher's party was still well and quite alive. But Morgan paid no mind to this- as if they weren't even in this house. And she smiled when Liam touched her forehead with his. The girl's hair was still parted along the side of her head, and she kissed his lips very gently- it was almost like a goodbye kiss, yet she remained. "Surprise..." She whispered again, once her kiss had ended...

[Attila The Hen]

Liam smiled slightly, his fingers lacing through hers. "What now?" He murmured, his eyes relaxed and half lidded.

[|| Ghost ||]

Morgan- Fodder Character

"Whatever you want..." She said in an equal level of volume, however her voice had a curve to it. An edge, like a sharp blade. And her deep gaze withheld ocean in it, a tempest sea of stars and salt water that was unblinking and warm. Morgan looked into Liam's eyes with deep intensity, though her own eyes were just as relaxed and half closed. Back at the hotel, a dark figure was slipping a pice of paper under Summer's door. It was a folded sheet of notebook paper, and it read, 'It was your fault'. The figure disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared. Like an entity, it faded into the dark and become one with the shifting pattern. Melting into the elevator, a black hoodie and jeans- as it pressed the button and started going down. The doors closed around it, and it was gone...

[Attila The Hen]

"Me and the boys should get going.." Liam said softly, his voice seeming to be upset with the thought of leaving her.