Food court, Food schmort. [open/Oz characters]

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Mall rats. Everywhere. Scum. Terrah scowled, and took careful sip from her straw. Rootbeer, the only good thing in this food court. Except Sbarro's. That was some amazing, doesn't-deserve-to-be-in-a-food-court food. Terrah was slightly more toned down than her usual wear--she didn't dare to be compared to a "mall goth". Those little tweens, that dress in spikes, fishnet, and clip fake colors into their hair--only to go to the mall and sulk around hot topic. How she hated them.

She leaned back in her seat, bright eyes, masked by heavy black shadow, eyed the mall. She had a rather large bag by her feet on the floor from the Books-A-Million. And that seemed to be it. She sat directly in the middle of the food court, giving the stank eye to anyone who so much as looked at her wrong. Her white-blond hair was tossled, falling in waves down to her waist, but looking a bit like she had just rolled out of bed, and not bothered to comb it out.

A few people looked in her direction, and a group of girls giggled, and looked away from he quickly. "Snobs." She muttered under her breath. She crossed one leg over the other, and scratched her knee; then began to pick at her already shredded stockings. Her brows knitted, as she looked towards the store. What was that?

She sat up a little straighter, holding painfully still. She swore she had just seen a little dog dart around the corner. But no one seemed to be alerted that there was a dog in the mall. Her blue eyes narrows, and she remained painfully rigid. Though unfortunatly, her glare appeared to be targeted at a group of people...
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Tags: Open, Wizard of Oz characters

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2lca490.jpg] Tyler wasn't usually accustomed to going to the mall. Back before the TCL had made his presence known, he'd simply thought that the mall was a breeding ground for the filthy, loud, violent muck of people that he'd been utterly terrified of ever coming into contact with. Now that Mr. Lion was taking up permanent residence inside Tyler's brain, he had been told that mall's were totally boring places where they definitely threw out people for public displays of sexuality, which had led him away from the places once again. Unfortunately, necessity managed to drive Tyler to the places at least once in a while. This was such an occasion, where Tyler had finally gotten tired of being harassed by the disembodied growl going off in his brain that his sense of style was "turning off all the shorties" and that he "totally needed to get his shit pimped out" or else he would be "a fuckin' virgin forever, man." So Tyler had spent the entire morning shopping. Sure, it looked a little gay to be walking around a mall with shopping bags by himself, but at the moment he didn't really care. He'd gotten a shitload of new things, from leather jackets to jeans to a few things Tyler didn't even know the use for that the TCL had demanded he buy. At the moment he was standing in the food court, munching on a sandwich from some fast food join that he had never even heard of before, and contemplating whether or not it would be a good idea to listen to the voice inside his head and get his ears pierced or not. Despite the violent arguments in the piercings favor, he could only imagine the psychotic overload of motherly rage if he came home wearing all black leather and had pierced his ears. Magical lion or not, Tyler was still a little scared of his mom. That would REALLY make him be a virgin forever if he got on her bad side. Speaking of bad side, there seemed to be the very definition of teenage angst sitting down all by her lonesome in the food court. While the Old Tyler would never, ever, in a million years touch her with a 39 and a half foot pole, she seemed to be right up the alley of New Tyler. Who cared about Mallory at the moment? He was off in the mall, safely tucked away from her mostly jealous and somehow still confusing eye. If he wanted to flirt with another girl, wouldn't now be the time? "What the fuck is wrong with you, you pussy? Go find a way to get in her pants! Right now! Have you SEEN what she's wearing?! This is not a girl who's afraid to hoe it up! She'll probably fuckin' thank you for the penis!" he could just barely overhear her as she muttered about snobs. Oh, god, she was practically the living wet dream that the Lion had always been going on about. A tragically hip girl that was above the cutesy girls and their quiet brand of shyness and refined loveliness and gorgeous locks of brown hair and adorable way of speaking spanish and ... She was no Neta. And that was a good thing. He walked up to her, smooth as he could, and plopped himself down in the seat across from her. Annoyingly, she seemed to be focused on something else, and had barely noticed his grandiose entrance. "Fucking preps, am I right?," he laughed, conversationally. He could only hope that the Lion knew what he was doing and wasn't walking him into some kind of intense mess.

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[safetypinalert4]

Still staring in the direction of Ghost Dog, as she had come to call it, she was vaguely aware that someone was close. Very, very close. When the word ‘preps’ came to her ears, and her head snapped forward lightening quick, and turned her wolfish blue eyes on him. Her maroon painted lips were still fixed into a frown. She tapped a single nail on her paper cup. “Fucking preps?” She echoed quietly. Her voice having a lazy drawl to it, her voice was horse—as though she had been screaming. But those who knew of Terrah, knew that was her normal voice.

“Tell me something, James Dean wannabe.” Her eyes swept down his jacket, before snapping them upwards to his face. She uncrossed her legs, and leaned forward towards him, her elbows on the edge of the table. She folded her fingers together, putting her chin on her hands. A small smile turning up the corner of her mouth, though her eyes were cold, and barren. “Tell me….do you get off on labeling people? Prep? Goth?” Her tone was light, as though she were talking about her favorite drink. She blinked her eyes a few times, tilting her head to the side. “Really…you’re just the same. Someone who thinks that leather, and some worn jeans make you suddenly the desire of every bad-boy wanting girl?” She murmured, then smiled, and stood. Smoothly, she gripped the back of her chair, and swung it to Tyler’s side. She took a seat next to him, the back of the chair against the table. She folded her arms across the top, and leaned in close. It seemed intimate---if there wasn’t an icy chill seeming to radiate off of her. She pointed towards a group of teens standing near the theater, just across from the food court.

They were decked out in fishnets, multi-colored hair, and manufactured “bondage pants”, huddling in a small group, and managing to glare at every passerby. Though…they tended to look more constipated, especially with their drastically overdone makeup. “I think,” She whispered, her voice dropping, as she sat up enough, placing her arm on Tyler’s shoulder. The back of her fingers brushing along his cheek; managing to make every touch, every movement, and every word—drip with cruelty and sarcasm, “You’re better suited to that little crowd of misfits over there.” She then jerked her hand away from his face, and turned to him, her cruel eyes seeming to look through him, instead of at him, while she awaited his response.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2lca490.jpg] Now that he looked at her again, it was easy to see that this was actually quite possibly one of the hottest girls that he had ever spoken to. Under any other circumstances he would have considered her totally out of his league; some crazy girl that was destined to become a common prostitute because she had no self respect and seemed only to get some kind of sick satisfaction out of scaring every sweet and innocent old granny to death with her dark taste in clothes; but somehow, the new Tyler Coor thought that was absolutely the hottest thing he had ever laid eyes on. Regardless of how whoreish she looked, however, when she spoke it sounded like there was close to nil chance of him actually getting his hands on her goods. She was particularly adept at making her words sound like frozen daggers being slammed into his body one at a time. Each insult was just a taunt, practically begging him to reply. The funny thing about it was, this was just making the girl all the more attractive to him. She was making him chase her to get to the good stuff, and the fact that this was slowly transforming into a game of cat and mouse just made it all the more appealing to him and his newly horny self. He didn't really know what to think when she got to her feet and began to practically caress his face. It was totally out of the blue, and once again he was caught a bit off guard. He didn't know what to expect from this girl, and he found himself quickly caught over his head in the icy responses of this girl. Oh, so she was going to tell him that he was some poser, was she? She was going to act like he was just the same as those giddy little bitches that spent their time at the mall chatting up how they loved each other and loved shopping and shoes and whatever the fuck else teenybopping girls were into nowadays? Hell no. He'd been that boy for way too long. He'd been the boring, shy little freak that would have usually fit the definition she'd supplied to a T, but not anymore. Suave and debonair as he'd learned to become, he kept his cool. He was no wannabe. He was no little kid playing dress-up in grown-up clothes. He was the real deal. He was the real, smokin-hot deal that this chick would find she was hard-pressed to pass up. "If I was really some poser," he began, "do you really think that I would be wasting my time over here with you? Sorry to break it to you honey, but you're not exactly the biggest ticket item here at the mall. If I was just some little misfit toy, there's plenty of hotter girls that I could waste my time sucking up to. " He did his best to not look at her to judge her reaction while he spoke this, preferring instead to look at his fingernails in mock boredom. "No, I'm here because you seemed the most interesting to me. You're the one that confused me. Fuck those hotter girls, I can call 'em a mile away. You seem like the most fun girl to play with." Now was the time to gauge her reaction. To see whether she got so worked up that she slapped him to death or if she took the bait and settled down and got a bit turned on herself as the laws of the TCL dictated she ought to. He really hoped the TCL wouldn't fail him now, as a bitch fight in such a public place was really not what he was looking forward to at the moment.

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[safetypinalert4]

This was far too much fun. He was putty in her hands, not responding to each, cold little thing she said. Would he run crying to mommy? Or would he silently admit defeat, and stand up and walk away. Terrah thought about it for a moment. If he ran off, that would mean her fun was over, and she’d have to go back, sulking around the bookstore, mentally cursing every one of those Hot Topic shoppers. But the idea of him staying around, not taking a hint almost made her mad. Like he thought he was good enough to remain in her presence. Oh, but hmm…maybe she could get him wrapped around her small little fingers, and shred him apart from the inside out. Maybe she could even hold his heart in her hands—even if just for a moment, before completely ripping the stringy little muscle out from his chest. Yes, that idea sounded much more appealing.

He didn’t seem to quiver under her fingers, he held together it looked like. That deserved a few points. Any person, man or woman that didn’t wet their pants under her cold touch, seemed to be alright enough by her standards. His cheek was soft under her icy fingers, how old was he anyway? He opened his mouth to speak, and she paused her patronizing petting, to listen closely. Hotter girls? Would he notice that her temperature had just shot up? Would he notice the tension suddenly in her hand? Were her nails sharp enough to leave angry red lines across that pretty, soft little face of his? She wasn’t warm from arousal, far from it. Inside her head, she was screaming, thrashing, and mentally ripping his hair out, one handful at a time.

He didn’t even have the nerve to look at her! She took that moment to clench her jaw, very tightly. Her dark lips pressed together, and she took a quiet, deep breath, and let it out through her nose, and relaxed her face into a stony expression. “So you’ve just admitted you were sucking up to me, and doing a rather piss poor job of it.” She murmured, letting her hand move from his cheek, down to his shoulder, draping her arm around him. She rested her cheek on his shoulder; could she make him nervous by being affectionate? Maybe embarrass him, that people may assume that he and the creepy, weird goth chick were an item? “Here’s a hint, kitten,” She purred, sighing like she was also bored, “When you suck up to a girl, you don’t tell them that there are hotter ones around.”

She fully opened her chocolate brown eyes, to look up at him. Innocently, or coyly. Both seemed to have an effect on most men. “Confused you? And however, did I confuse you?” This interested her. She sat up a little more, instead of leaning on him, and rested her arms on her knee, and put her cheek on the back of her chair, still looking at him with her eyes. The effect may have worked—should her eyes look warm. It was typically hard to make brown eyes look cold, and cruel, like blue-eyed, or green-eyed girls could do so easily. Now it was like a second nature to her. “Who said I’d want to play with you?” A smile then curled her lips, and her brown eyes seemed to sparkle a little. Oh, she was amused now. This boy would be very, very fun.

“I tend to like my men with a little more balls. So far, you’re sitting here like a complete pussy. So give me a good reason, why I should keep wasting m, very valuable breath on you poor excuse for a come-on?” Inside she was shrieking. He was trying to stand up to her, and that was absolutely no good. Terrah didn’t like it when the guys did that. She preferred to leave them hugging the area where the balls she had just ripped off had been. There was something fiercely canine about her, at least on the inside. She moved, and spoke like a lazy cat, but it was just a front. Inside, she liked to consider herself ruthless. A bit like a trapped wolf. She had always thought, had she been an animal, she’d be a wolf. And not one of those yappy little dogs.

Doing her best to look bored, though she was silently amused. What was this boy’s name? And she’d have to pretend to look a little more interested, if her plan to tear his heart out were to be set into motion. Even if she looked like a fool at first, she’d reel him in, make him chase her. Give in, then pull away, until he got so immersed in her, that he wouldn’t know which way was up, and which way was down. Of course—this plan worked flawlessly in her head, but would it work in real time?

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2lca490.jpg] The Old Tyler would have been absolutely quaking in his boots at the sharp replies this girl gave him (well, his metaphorical boots, since the Old Tyler would never have dreamed of putting on boots in fear of the fact that people would take them as provocative signs of someone who wanted have sex, something the Old Tyler NEVER wanted, and would then subsequently rape him to death or something), but this wasn't Old Tyler anymore, this was the new and improved Tyler, the Tyler who had a magical talking lion in his head for all relationship emergencies. "Just keep calm, kiddo, just keep calm. SHe's just tryin' to bust your balls, you just need to ignor ethe fuck outta' that shit, and keep calm. You thinka cool guy ever got pissed off at a hoe cuz she was bein a bitch? You beth they did. You think they ever rose to the bait? Fuck no! Keep fuckin' calm! You got this shit!" The internal pep talk kept him going. The lion was right. He didn't have to freak out about the shit she was saying. She would get worn out eventually, and then he could make his move. As long as he kept his mouth shut, he was still in the game. It would only be once he opened his mouth and said some stupid, violent retort to those wild accusations that he was 'just some pussy' that he would be banished. He did his best to look uninterested in her snide little comments, and merely look at her, his face blank as a board. He took the time that she kept spitting out her awful jabs to collect his thoughts and create his game plan. Every secon that she spent trying to get his goat, he was able to perfect his plan. Sure, it might not work, but it was better to take a chance and get beaten for it by this spunky chick than walk away with his tail between his legs, right? He had to be the brand new Tyler, not that poor, pathetic little freak that he had previously been known for. He had to take chances, and not be afraid to take the consequences. When she had finally shut up, he merely nodded slowly, pretending like he was letting it all soak in. Then, quick as a viper on its prey, he lunged forward and planted a kiss on her, his tongue darting out a few times, all the while praying she wouldn't bite it off. After a moment, he released her but stayed very close and face to face. "How's that for a reason?" he whispered.

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He wasn’t taking the bait, and it wasn’t doing her any good. If she kept on, it’d be like a yappy little dog, going at someone who really couldn’t give a shit. Maybe it’d just be better to quit while she was ahead. She watched him carefully, looking for any sort of twitch, glance, anything to show that she was annoying, getting to him, irritating him. Or humiliating him.

Her eyes narrowed, blinking slowly. It was like someone had given him a heads up. She shifted, to change her view. Was there a mic in his ear, or something? She bit on the insides of her cheeks; how dare he ignore her. Terrah flipped her long hair over her shoulder, rolling her brown eyes, boring. She sighed at the end of her words, giving him one last chance to burst into tears, or mumble some apology—show some sign of being effected.

Instead what she got was a kiss. From a complete stranger. Had anyone suggested the idea to her—she would have mentioned that she probably would bite their tongue off. Her eyes remained open, staring at Tyler the whole time. Would he notice that her eyes weren’t brown? They it was a lens hiding the real color underneath? Was he going to try and eat her face off?

When he drew back, she had an expression other than her usual bored one. Which was a bizzare change. Her eyes were fully opened, which allowed the slight blue highlights under the brown contacts to really be seen. Her lips were parted slightly, and one thin brow was lifted upwards. On the outside she looked like she’d just been slapped.

But on the inside, she was throwing a complete tantrum. How dare he just…just kiss her like that! Like she was some sort of girl that would just jump in any guy’s lap. Like she was just there for the..the kissing! How DARE he?! Without even asking her name nevertheless. She swallowed silently, trying to quiet the growl that was tempted to bubble in her throat. That seemed to be happening a lot. When she was surged with emotion, all she wanted to do was growl, and bare her teeth. Raise her hackles—and…wait, she didn’t have hackles. Right? Humans didn’t have hackles, did they? What were hackles anyway?

She blinked before her contacts could dry out, and she closed her mouth slowly, staring at Tyler. The whisper got her, though. Made her lower her brow, and relax her expression again. “You think you’re pretty cool, don’t you? Just kissing some random girl.” She rolled her eyes, do her best to look uninterested, even though emotions were still flashing through her body. “Tell me, wannabe. What’s your name?”

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2lca490.jpg] Well, for a second kiss, he had to admit that she was certainly no Mallory. He could only chalk it up to the fact that there obviously wasn't as much innate passion involved in this kiss than that whirlwind night with Mallory, but even then he was forced to question her natural ability. No human, at ANY point in time should keep their tongue like a dead fish whilst kissing, no matter how surprised they were. It was like, one of the cardinal rules of making out, or at least that was what the lion had told him. Well... now that Tyler thought about it, he really DIDN'T have any personal experience. He was kind of just playing it by ear and going with what the TCL told him to do. In fact.... up until that night when he had read the newspaper clipping about the... the... the girl who had been declared missing and presumably dead, well, he had been totally celibate. He had always thought that he was saving himself for some girl. Some special girl that was going to be with him the rest of his life. Like some magic of virginity would make marriage last forever. And then the Lion had come into his life and flipped everything in his life on its head. His friends, his attitude, his clothes. Hell, he was in the mall right now just because he had to update his wardrobe even MORE so that he would have something acceptable in the morning and wouldn't have to put up with the constant stream of taunts coming from somewhere deep inside his mind. But then again... this was all for the better, right? He was doing this all for a reason. Neta had been... she'd been a different story. She'd been a story of love that was all made up in Tyler's head. She could never have loved him, because he didn't even let her know the feelings he'd kept buried deep inside. Now he was different. He was showing anyone he liked what he felt. He was giving them the chance to have a relationship. He was showing off his body and his thoughts and his emotions, instead of keeping them bottled up inside in a stormy concentration of fear and sadness. He had to just let it go and move on. Live in the present. "Tyler," he said to her, grinning that he seemed to have at least gotten her hooked with curiosity. "And I dunno' about cool, but I'll go ahead and count myself lucky for being able to sneak in a kiss with you."

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