Oreo's Private Room *Invite only*

[oreocookie]

It's about time I got my own room, as I love to play. Many things can be found here, really, about anything one can put their mind to. It's something like the Room of Requirement, from Harry Potter. However, the main things that would always be found here, are the King bed in the middle of the large room, the couch on the side, and a fireplace on the other. Seeing as I'm not much of a decorator, it'll suit me for now. Of course, windows dot the walls sporadically, and a few miscellaneous toys lay in the corner. There's a closet in another wall, it's a walk in, with sliding doors, filled with many different articles of clothing, one could almost get lost in it.

She stands in it, wrapped in a large, fluffy red robe, looking slightly royal, her hair done up in a loose, messy bun, looking around the room and taking everything in. What she had underneath the robe was picked for a particular reason, her mind had, when needed, flashed back to a particular conversation with the birthday boy, and easily conjured up a plan. She'd quizzed him often enough to know just what was needed to make this present just right, and she planned to make it a great gift.

 

[Bluemage]

The sound of casters grumbling radiated from down the hallway, a sound that grew steadily louder before stopping just outside of the door. There was the sound of someone fumbling with the lock for a moment and then suddenly the sound of a key being turned and the tumblers in the lock moving to let the door open. A moment more and the door was open and he had rolled in on his fancy leather rolling chair, a truly one of a kind chair as it had originally been two different chairs, one of which rolled, and one of which didn't.

Hai.

He rubbed his nose a bit, considering from her attire that perhaps he should have changed out of his shiny shorts and his white t-shirt with the silkscreen print of a pair of retro headphones emblazoned upon the front, but she hadn't given him any instruction to change.

 

[oreocookie]

She turns around and smiles, almost laughs, at the fact that he brought his chair with him.

It really is a nice chair.

She purrs to him. As she watches the door close behind him, and then drops the robe. Underneath was simple enough. Something of a school-girl uniform, complete with clogs, white knee-high socks, a short, plaid skirt, and a tight, white button down shirt.

See, I thought about this conversation we had a while back, and couldn't remember if you'd described the particular attire to me, so I thought about it some more, and for the life of me, had no idea. But, since I recall the conversation having been about a girl from school, I figured, why not go with the stereotypical.

She smiles and leans against the wall next to her, and attempts, from her memory, to recreate what he had described to her. She propped her foot up against the wall, her knee jutting out, and put most of her weight on the wall.

I believe it started something like this.

 

[Bluemage]

A soft smirk spread across his lips as he looked at her.

Oh? Are you trying for the shy girl?

He chuckles a little bit and gets out of his chair, moving towards her.

Would you like some help with that pose?

 

[oreocookie]

She smiles at him.

Mhmm, I was. But now that I think about it, her foot wasn't fully on the wall was it?

She lowers her foot so that just her heel leans agains the wall.

More like that, right?

She stops and thinks.

A little help would be very nice.

 

[Bluemage]

He chuckles a little bit and brings his hand up, taking a hold of hers and gently pulling her forward to take a step away from the wall.

The only time I saw this was when a goth girl did it, but lets see if I can remember...

Slides around behind her, guiding her wrists behind her, placing one palm against the other wrist, as if she were holding them behind her.

That's that part...

Moves around her, his fingertips trailing over her hip as he moves down to his feet before her, bringing her right foot back a little bit so that her toe is against the ground, and her weight is mostly supported by her left leg.

That's another part.

He slowly pushes himself up so that he's standing straight in front of her and smiles gently, guiding her head forward and down a bit so that if she were to look him in the eyes it would be past her bangs, as if she were using them as a shield, then moves his hands to her shoulders, giving them a pat.

Heh...it works nicely with you being a bit shorter than me. Now this is the sort of moment where the shy girl has summoned her courage to talk to the guy, right?

He chuckles gently now that they are trying to put together a whole scene.

So I guess she'd look a little bit away, as if she were afraid to look him in the eyes, and the other part that I remember was the leg moving, like if you were trying to rub out a cigarette or bug or something with that toe, sort of like a nervous twitch, and then I guess if the shy girl had something that she wanted to ask or something...

 

[oreocookie]

She tries her hardest to avoid smiling, remaining in character, and does as he suggests, looking down and away, at the ground, and rubbing her toe, as if there were something on the ground that she didn't want anyone to see, something she could rid the world of by wiping away.

Er...

She speaks quietly, a bit louder than a whisper, audible, but quiet.

Ex-excuse me. Blue?

She resists calling him by her pet-name, realizing the familiarity in that might ruin the facade. She looks up a little, only with her eyes, and only momentarily, making eye contact and then looking back down.

Do you think... Do you think it'd be OK if I...

She trailed off again, really laying the part on.

I mean, could we... could we sit on the bed, maybe?

 

[Bluemage]

His smile remained as strong and as proud as always as he looked at her and nodded a little bit to her.

You want to sit on the bed? Okay.

His movements were slow, deliberately slow, as if he didn't know that she was planning on something much deeper than the two of them just chatting or talking about something nice like the weather. He took his seat on the bed, patting the space beside him, not sure if she was going to be joining him on the bed, or if she had just intended for him to sit.

 

[Bluemage]

Groans ever so softly.

Regrettably I need to head out, to celebrate father's day with a restaurant dinner. I will return though...I kind of wish I had fuzzy cuffs or something to make sure that you'd still be here when I got back...

 

[oreocookie]

She followed him to the bed, purposely falling back as she sat down, though making it seem like an accident. Her skirt slid up her thigh as she did so, and remained there.

Oops.

She spoke meekly, forcing herself, somehow, to blush.

Could you help me up?

She held out a hand, the look on her face pure innocence, the cutest thing she could muster up.

Oh. I'll be here, promise.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

peeks in, uninvited

 

[oreocookie]

She looks up from the bed, hearing the door open.

Oh. You just wanna be punished, don't you?

If Magey weren't due back tonight, I'd punish you very severly, my dear.

She pouts and squints her eyes.

I SHOULD tie you up and make you wait...

 

[Vail_Indigo]

EEK!!!!

scamper scurry

 

[oreocookie]

She jumps up, smiling, and grabs her arm before she can get away.

I'd share you with Magey, but I don't think you'd be into that. So instead, you'll just be forced to watch.

She looks around the room and decides on the recliner in the corner, taking the lovely lady to it.

Sit.

She looks around, keeping her hands out to block any attempt at running away. She grabs some rope and turns back around, trying to decide how she plans to tie her up.

 

[Vail_Indigo]

She jumps up, smiling, and grabs her arm before she can get away.

I'd share you with Magey, but I don't think you'd be into that. So instead, you'll just be forced to watch.

She looks around the room and decides on the recliner in the corner, taking the lovely lady to it.

Sit.

She looks around, keeping her hands out to block any attempt at running away. She grabs some rope and turns back around, trying to decide how she plans to tie her up.

crawls into the recliner, hands pulling at skirt like a little girl caught being bad

 

[oreocookie]

Oh crap. I have to run to the store.

She looks back at her and smiles, tying her up tight, a temporary position, nothing nearly as revealing as she plnas for later.

We'll take care of this when I get back. If Magey returns, entertain him with some conversation for me, hm?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

a mix of pouting and struggling

 

[Vail_Indigo]

trying to get comfy

 

[Bluemage]

He rolls in like he's from one of those stealth spy games where the goal is less to shoot everyone in the face and more to not get noticed so that you don't get shot in the face yourself. After returning, he is now wearing the same clothes that he was wearing before, but also has a Hawaiian shirt on over the white shirt with the retro headphones print. He also has a slim toothpick gripped between his teeth. His eyes quickly scan about the room, noticing one girl missing, yet strangely enough, a different girl in the room, tied to a chair. He straightens up slowly, no longer holding his hands together like they are some sort of pistol and then scratches the back of his head.

What's this then?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

Apparently, I was "bad"

 

[oreocookie]

She stops outside the door, about to open it, and pauses. Magey's inside. She wants to hear how Vail describes the situation, and explains why she's tied up.

 

[Bluemage]

He chuckles softly.

How were you bad? Did you start planning some sort of ambush for me upon my return because I left?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

I'm not sure. I don't think I was bad at all. Just, you know, curious.

 

[Bluemage]

He raises an eyebrow and draws the toopthpick from the corner of his lips.

So you heard Oreo had a surprise for me and you came to see what it was?

 

[Vail_Indigo]

well...whenever I see 'invite only' I can't help but want in