Declaration of War[Sammie]

[Wynter Moriarty]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url('http://i42.tinypic.com/rvalhd.jpg'); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] Something Wicked Comes This Way The day was sunny and practice had gone fairly decent, enough to where she was spared some yelling in her direction. She never quite understood why her coach always decided to hell at her when she always got the fastest times on the team. Probably hadn't gotten laid in a while, nor did they understand her style of riding. It produced results, which were needed to win. The math proved to be so simple in Wynter Moriarty's head that she did not understand what the big deal was, "We should see about getting bumped up, Cherrilee," she informed her horse, because this just would not simply do any more. Stopping her horse at one of the talk stalls, she backed her in and quickly attached her to the cross ties and began to pull off her tack. Appleberry had been oddly quiet as of late, nobody had dared to cross her path either which could call forth some questions. After their stellar day in the dinning hall, Wynter had been certain one of the followers would have shown up on her dorm step with pigs blood. Not that she would have mind, it just meant that she would have had to get even, and that is one game that Appleberry's Most Wanted Dead Or Alive was very good at doing. A smirk came to her lips at the thought, "Maybe they're scared." That would be hilarious, even nice to hear that she struck fear into the cold hearted royal court of the school. Grabbing one of the buckets of water, and a wash cloth, Wynter began the cool down of her horse with lathered water and whistling a dangerous little tune while she worked.

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[Sammie Leger ♥]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGED it's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]anyone could tell when sammie leger flounced by. her golden hair bounced, casting off pools of golden light into the late evening air. it seemed like the sky was holding the rain just for the mighty queen. all-knowing and beautiful. the campus was pretty much empty, and thunder shook the grassy ground. a flash of fork lightning bolted across the sky near the back pasture and sammie grinned. it added ample effect. but a thunderstorm usually meant one thing- an encounter with wynter moriarty. but this time, the sole purpose wasn't just humiliating the no-neck brunette. sammie's heels clacked on the marble pathway, her hips moving sharply from side to side, a mix of excited and angry. she lived for this sort of thing. tightly grasped in her hand was a stark white piece of paper. on it, was the answer to owning wynter moriarty. a booklet of all the test answer sheets that the girl had snagged. sammie had to admit, wynter wasn't stupid. and in ways, she reminded her of herself. sammie swurved into the stable, her golden hair flying, her face nasty and intent. she saw wynter and walked over, with purpose, a hand on her tiny waist. she tilted her head. 'wynter.' she said harshly, her eyes dark. [/style]

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[Wynter Moriarty]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url('http://i42.tinypic.com/rvalhd.jpg'); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] Something Wicked Comes This Way There was a roll of thunder that cracked across the skies, so loud that it could be heard from inside the stables. A snort escaped Cherrilee, her ears twitching and Wynter only patted her mare, "Nothing to worry about." But the weather didn't say that as the rain started to pour down hard and rattle off the roofs. Dark amber eyes glanced to the ceiling for a moment, her lips twisting just the slightest. One might think that they were going to get blown off to Oz, Wynter bet that she could give the Wicked Witch of the West a run for her money. Still, there sat something in her chest, the type of feeling that someone might have like a premonition. A psychic feeling, and her boobs didn't even hurt. In the aisles, there was a distant echo that seemed to grow closer, another snort escaped her horse now and when Wynter glanced to her horse, Cherrilee's gaze was on someone else. And then, she heard her name and it came from a voice that she knew well. Glancing over, Sammie Leger was standing there holding something in her hand and looked as if she had just went through a very public breakup where it was the guy who did the dumping. Wynter Moriarty did nothing more though than smile that dangerously charming killer smile of hers, "Sammie Leger. What do I owe to earn myself such a visit from you?"

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[Sammie Leger ♥]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGED it's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]sammie grinned knowingly, shaking her head and glancing at the horse, the papers placed carefully in her mint green gucci bag. she looked back up at wynter and raised an eyebrow. 'oh, sweetie, you can't afford to get cocky.' she said, examining her perfect manicure, her voice casual and mysterious. [/style]

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[Wynter Moriarty]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url('http://i42.tinypic.com/rvalhd.jpg'); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] Something Wicked Comes This Way The Queen Bee seemed to have an all knowing smirk, and our little Wynter Moriarty was uncertain of what to make of it. But anything was possible with a women scorned and Sammie Leger had quite a reputation. Though Wynter had a feeling that she never dealt with anybody who was willing to bite back before. Another crack of thunder ripped through the skies, as if it were the soundtrack and telling to their little meeting. What it was though, was annoying how she felt like examining her manicure, and Wynter could not help but to wonder how much their resident queen would scream if she decided to pull a fake nail off, probably as a much as somebody taking a crack at her fake personality, "And why is that?" she asked now, her voice kept neutral as dark amber eyes stared at her.

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[Sammie Leger ♥]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGED it's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]sammie chuckled darkly, looking up and studying the girl's face. she was scared, even if only a little. that made sammie smile more. then, in an instant, she tugged the papers out of her bag and grinned evilly, taking a step towards the stall door. she scanned the papers, a calm smile on her face. 'you know, these could be really useful.' she said casually, her voice fake-sweet. [/style]

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[Wynter Moriarty]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url('http://i42.tinypic.com/rvalhd.jpg'); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] Something Wicked Comes This Way She was seeing quite the foul grin on Sammie's Leger face, and at that moment, she knew that something was up. Today was not a day of a casual run in, more so like a schedule meeting that our dear Wynter didn't know about. One thing is for certain, she didn't like it. She didn't like it at all. As the Queen took a step towards the stall, a nervous snort escaped Cherrilee. Perhaps even the horse could sense the tension between the two girls. Wynter Moriarty did not shield away though, she challenged and took a step towards Sammie. Intimidation did not happen, not with her and never before has she been the one scraping the bottom of the food chain. The was another crackle, and somewhere outside, lightening struck as a manicured hand reached into a purse and pulled out a thick bundle of papers. Her papers. Dark amber eyes narrowed, and Wynter bristled a little. Her hand clamped into a dangerous fist as she stared at the papers for a moment before her gaze flickered to Sammie Leger, "Where the hell did you get those?" she snarled. Was it her moment in time now? Was she about to get blackmailed like everyone else in this effing school?

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[Sammie Leger ♥]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]lots and lots WORDS FOR TAGGED it's immortality, she said. i just can't grow old. put her finger to her lips and twirled her hips right into that cold. BEAUTIFUL [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]sammie rolled her eyes, her long, blood red fingernails brushing lightly against each answer. they were scrawled in red pen, not quite as fierce as her manicure, but close. a sort of glowing shell was formed around sammie, something that separated her from the rest of the world, to make her untouchable. and if it was the last thing she'd do, she was gonna scare wynter. deep, deep, deep inside, sammie may have the slightest feeling that the girl could be a possible threat. not to her status, but to her untouchable core. the girl was fierce, and she was hot on the trail of which nerve to strike. but this was sammie leger, and she would do anything to not let that happen. not even close. 'you underestimate me.' she said, her voice like thick, sweet poison. she batted her thick, voluminous eyelashes and glanced up at wynter. clutching the papers in her hand, she took a step closer, their faces inches apart. then, in her nastiest, fiercest, harshest, most terrifying voice, she shouted. 'so watch your back, you no-neck bitch.' she spat. 'cause i own you now.' she said loudly. her voice echoed through the empty stables and the loudest crash of thunder shook the ground, accenting the attack perfectly. sammie poked wynter in the chest, hard, and then did one quick, sharp laugh before spinning on her heel and stomping away, papers in hand. [/style]

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[Wynter Moriarty]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 375px; height: 440px; background-image: url('http://i42.tinypic.com/rvalhd.jpg'); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 0px solid #414141;] Something Wicked Comes This Way There was nothing that annoyed her more than the fact that Sammie Leger had decided to grace her with such an eye roll as if she were nothing but a fellow commonder. But Sammie Leger didn't understand that she, Wynter Moriarty, was the black swan in this little game. The distance was closed even further by the blonde now, they might as well be right on top of each other. The personal bubble had all but popped as the two girls stared each other down, Alphas in their own reasons and territory. And then she spoke, and Wynter was floored. Not out of being scared though, but out of the fact that the stupid whore thought that she could be owned like that, like nothing more than a common dog. Dark amber eyes narrowed dangerously at her words. There was another crash of thunder before Sammie to touch her, and just like that, spun on her dainty heels and started to walk away. Wynter stepped out of the stall and watched her go, a dangerous look took her face and if looks could kill, Sammie Leger would be six feet under now, "Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead!" she shrieked back, watching her leave. And Wynter Moriarty had no plans on dying. Ever.

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[Sammie Leger ♥]

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