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fandomhigh2009-06-18 01:47 am
doubleohblonde) wrote in fandomhigh2009-06-18 01:47 am
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Art of Seduction [Wednesday, Period Four]
Class was in the Dangershop, but unlike usual, Bond was not.
This state of affairs lasted long enough that any prudent-minded student would likely count it a win and leave early. However, just before any could, there came an almighty explosion from the vicinity of the doorway, and there appeared a vision in white, with an impeccably curled blonde wig, pants he'd quite possibly been poured into, and a ruff that most men would kill for. Striking a pose, Bond (for it was he), proclaimed "It is I, Lord Flashheart. Huzzah!" He paused and tossed his cape back over his shoulder, obviously expecting the class to answer with a huzzah of their own. "Flash by name, flash by nature. And I'm not talking about speed. Woof!" This last was accompanied by a hip-thrust.
Someone was going to be searching for his dignity at the bottom of a glass come this evening.
'Lord Flashheart' stalked dramatically over to the front of the class proper. "To get those young fillies and squires where you want them you need to be confident, sure, devilishly sexy, and just plain awesome." Much like his greeting, this was also proclaimed, and accompanied by the odd random hip-thrust. "In short, you need to be me."
"And impossible as it may seem to approach even a morsel of my awesomeness, it can be done. But there is only one way to do it, you must..." He paused. Dramatically. And posed. Also dramatically. "Act like me. Starting now. You must speak like me, walk like me, make entrances like like me, and take what you want, like me."
"Huzzah!"
[ooc:wait for ocd is up. huzzah!]
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This state of affairs lasted long enough that any prudent-minded student would likely count it a win and leave early. However, just before any could, there came an almighty explosion from the vicinity of the doorway, and there appeared a vision in white, with an impeccably curled blonde wig, pants he'd quite possibly been poured into, and a ruff that most men would kill for. Striking a pose, Bond (for it was he), proclaimed "It is I, Lord Flashheart. Huzzah!" He paused and tossed his cape back over his shoulder, obviously expecting the class to answer with a huzzah of their own. "Flash by name, flash by nature. And I'm not talking about speed. Woof!" This last was accompanied by a hip-thrust.
Someone was going to be searching for his dignity at the bottom of a glass come this evening.
'Lord Flashheart' stalked dramatically over to the front of the class proper. "To get those young fillies and squires where you want them you need to be confident, sure, devilishly sexy, and just plain awesome." Much like his greeting, this was also proclaimed, and accompanied by the odd random hip-thrust. "In short, you need to be me."
"And impossible as it may seem to approach even a morsel of my awesomeness, it can be done. But there is only one way to do it, you must..." He paused. Dramatically. And posed. Also dramatically. "Act like me. Starting now. You must speak like me, walk like me, make entrances like like me, and take what you want, like me."
"Huzzah!"
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