I need some things... (Wicked, open)

[Julian Keller]

Hellion slipped behind the wheel of the Alfa Romeo 4C. While he hadn't intended to level the rest of the family's house when they had booted the black sheep to the curb he had been perfectly willing to let them thing he was going to do that on the way out the door. That was where his beautiful Italian sports car had come from, a bribe and peace offering (of sorts) from his father in exchange for Julian not demolishing the house. Of course, he'd had to refrain from using his powers for a whole week but, as he sat back in the black leather interior of the forest green car he had to admit it had been worth it.

Way past worth it.

Turning the key in the ignition he gunned the engine and peeled out of the garage, laying down a trail of rubber. True, the little 1.8 liter four cylinder engine was a little pathetic, but he had plans to replace it with a V-6 or a V-8 when he got the chance. In just a few seconds he was down the drive and onto the streets headed into the Big Apple, there were things to do and places to go today.

In much less time than it should have taken he was in the heart of New York, moving in traffic down 5th Avenue. Pulling into a parking garage he took a ticket, left it in the car, and beeped the security system on the sports car to set it before wandering out to the streets to begin taking in the sights.

The first order of business, to find a suitable suit. He was at school after all and he would need something suitable for various school functions. Suitable and unique. Not the traditional rented tux. Picking a direction at random, he set off up the street in search of a proper clothier and shop that sold perfumes and colognes.

[Wicked]

Smex.

Wicked was out of place for the day, looking for something slightly more respectable.

Well that was f***ing laughable.

Respectable just wasn't her thing, broseph. She was looking for something sexy.

Gothic Chic.

Something she could tear to shreds and make work for her in only the worst possible way.

It was f***ing. Wicked.

The Rag-Doll wandered up the street, incredibly eye catching in this neck of the woods and completely unable to blend into the crowd. Her eyes lined in black, her lips kissed with a luscious deep red, fish net stockings held up by a garter belt beneath a tattered looking pirate-esque skirt and red plaid pumps to finish off the deal. The zipper on the front of her corset undone to reveal a generous amount of cleavage.

She was the picture of angsty teen. The very definition of p**ed off. And 100% sex appeal.

If that was what you were into.

Dolly brushed past Julian as she walked, knocking her ID out of her pocket. She turned and bent over to pick it up, recognizing Julian from... somewhere. She couldn't quite figure out where, though.

Oddly, she stared after him, trying to figure it out.

Of course this was only likely to further gain his attention.

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[Julian Keller]

As Julian moved down the street he would occasionally pause here or there to peer in through shop windows. He knew what he was looking for in a general sense, of course, but what he was looking for exactly he wasn't quite sure of yet. Standing back from the window of one shop he turned to begin, once more, his trek down the street when he spotted her.

The far from normal hair color made her stand out, and the fair amount of skin she was showing in one of Julian's favorite areas for skin to be showing drew his gaze as well. The fishnets and garters were a nice touch too. Gradually the telekinetic worked his way in the direction of the girl, allowing just a little power to seep into his hand. He concealed the green glow by stuffing hand in his pocket.

When he passed by the girl he was careful to brush against her a little bit roughly. At the same time he used his telekinesis to pluck her ID from where it was before letting it fall to the ground. He was no thief. Still, he spun around on the pretense of picking the wallet up for her when, in truth, he just wanted a good view of the show when she bent over to pick it up.

"Sorry darlin', my mistake," he said, tossing a wink at the gothy girl before turning on his heel and continuing on his way down the street. She'd be along shortly, as Julian well knew. Still, just in case she needed a bit more encouragement he reached out with his telekinetic abilities and tapped the gothic chick on the shoulder as he stopped to look in yet another shop window.

[Wicked]

Dolly looked after him, feeling the tap on her shoulder and looking around nervously. She still had issues controlling her powers sometimes and that tap was very odd. Well... sometimes was perhaps not the right word. Most of the time. Wicked often had visits at random times from ghosts she didn't mean to conjure at all. Sometimes there would be ten of them all in a row, floating at her like they had some kind of score to settle.

Unsettling would be putting it lightly.

She began to grow nervous and just a little bit panicky, deciding in the end it would be better to have some company for at least a few minutes, to distract her from that lingering feeling of being constantly watched from beyond the veil.

Sometimes she felt like these ghosts actively searched her out because she could do what she could do, but that was ridiculous. But so was seeking out safety with someone she vaguely recognized from somewhere she couldn't remember.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?

[/b]" she asked conversationally as she scooted up to him, hoping to have at least a few seconds of conversation before she realized he was a prettyboy shit head and fucked off.

Sometimes though, people were surprising, and others, they proved you right, but you proved you wrong. [/justify][/blockquote]

[Julian Keller]

After he had tapped Dolly on the shoulder using his telekinetic abilities Julian had allowed himself to power back down to normal and then he'd removed his hand from his pocket. Peering through a window to a nice upscale clothier Julian gave the appearance of considering his options in the store while he was, in reality, mentally counting down in his head until the gothic chick returned to him.

'Three... two... one...,' he counted down mentally in his head until, sure enough there she was.

"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"I should think so," Julian said, eying the gothic girl up and down in an appreciative manner. She wasn't, perhaps, quite what he normally would have gone for in terms of appearance. Still, his parents' eyes would bug out of their heads if he brought a girl like this home.

"Xavier's, right," he asked, arching an eyebrow. Then he quickly leaned forward and kissed the girl flush on her ruby red lips, slipping one hand deftly behind her neck as the other found a place on her hip.

"Julian," he said, breaking the kiss and staring into her eyes for half a beat, "care to know more?' He arched an eyebrow suggestively at the girl and smirked impishly.

[Wicked]

He should think so indeed. They did attend the same boarding school after all. The look on his face after she asked him if she knew him from somewhere was almost like he'd been expecting her to double back. What kind of game was he playing? She was clearly unaware that he'd been the one who had tapped her on the shoulder; she knew not of his powers and indeed thought it was her own that had spawned the sensation.

It could have, it very well could have.

She went to answer him after he said 'Xavier's' and it knocked her memory into action, however was interrupted after barely getting out a little "Ohhh...

[/b]" by a particularly surprising, and earth shattering kiss.

Dolly actually couldn't help but to kiss him back, it was a reflexive thing and surely, even though when the kiss broke there was no telling what she would do, he could feel in her body language that she wanted it, despite herself.

Her hands found their way to his shoulders as they kissed, and when he broke it he would be able to see a delicate blush settling on her cheeks.

And then a bit of anger.

And then a punch to the cheek. Wait... what?

Dolly balled her fist where it was on his shoulder and punched him quickly, almost as though it were a smack. It wasn't as hard as it could have been, but the point was that he couldn't see it coming. Afterward, she straightened out her skirt and corset, smiling at him devilishly.

"Dolly, but my friends call me RagDoll,[/b]" she said, her devilish smile never fading for a second. There was something weird behind her body language, something that didn't line up with the punch that she'd given him. Was it desire? There was no real way to know. She was a feisty little bitch. "And yes... I do.[/b]" [/blockquote][/justify]

[Julian Keller]

Julian could tell that the gothic girl was enjoying the kiss, she was definitely getting into it and, in that corset, she was a keeper. At least for the rest of the afternoon and evening. After that it was anyone's guess. After all, Julian knew as well as anyone, that he tended to view women as disposable pleasures. The real fun was in the chase and the thrill of the hunt. It didn't seem like there was going to be much hunt today and the blush of the goth's cheeks seemed to indicate that.

Then she hit him with a closed fist blow to the cheek. He hadn't seen that coming and didn't have the telekinetic shields in place. She'd managed to tag him.

'Little minx,' he thought to himself, smirking at her as she straightened her skirt and corset and, in so doing revealed a little bit more cleavage. 'Not bad, not bad at all.'

"Dolly, but my friends call me RagDoll. And yes... I do."

"RagDoll," Julian asked, smirking and not bothering to take his hands from down around her waist. Playfully he played the tips of his fingers just under the bottom of the corset along her bare skin. "Any particular reason for that," he asked, arching an eyebrow.

Deftly he spun Dolly around and dropped an arm easily around her waist, fingers still playing lightly just underneath the bottom of the corset's fabric. Arm around her waist he led her in the direction of the shop's entrance. It definitely wasn't a place that Dolly probably frequented. Standing in front of the door he pulled on Dolly until she was standing in front of him and then pressed her back against his body with his hands on her hips.

"So," he said in a low tone, his mouth next to Dolly's ear. "You feel like scandalizing a few people?"

[Wicked]

Julian had managed to not react, almost at all to her little punch, his hands still resting upon her hips and he made short work of looking back into her eyes. He just smirked and looked at her, asking about her nickname.

Impressive.

No cursing, no evil glares, nothing. Just continued on flirting as though it had never happened.

"Well... Look at me,

[/b]" she near giggled as he moved to walk with her, his arm still around her waist, his fingers teasing the skin beneath her corset. He seemed quite adept at the game he played, but she wasn't ready to fall for his bullshit yet. She'd play along for a little while first. "When you fall in with the rough crowd, you get cute little nicknames like that. Especially if you can hold your own.[/b]" Was that a warning? Even if it was it was ridiculous. She didn't know what she was dealing with.

He lead her into a shop, a place she never would have stepped foot inside if it weren't for him, and pulled her back against his body. She allowed her head to roll back gently against his shoulder as he whispered into her ear, the tone and sensation itself sending a shiver down her spine.

"....Define 'scandalizing'.[/b]" she purred back, trying not to let him know how much he was getting to her. His game might have been working but it wouldn't take hold yet. She was always down to fuck with some strangers. Pranks and all. Her power was just too good for that. She could hardly pass it up.

He'd just better watch where his hands slipped, he was liable to get another fist to the face.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Julian Keller]

"Well... Look at me. When you fall in with the rough crowd, you get cute little nicknames like that. Especially if you can hold your own."

Julian shrugged his shoulders as he stood behind Dolly. That made sense, it was no different than anywhere else. After all, he hadn't been the one to dub himself 'Hellion' but when a name was so perfectly appropriate who was he to say no? Pulling open the door to the fine clothier he ushered Dolly inside before following and then snugging her tight again.

"....Define 'scandalizing'."

'Like candy from a baby,' Julian thought to himself as Dolly purred in his arms. In truth this conquest was turning out to be maybe a little bit too easy. Still, there were times when an easy conquest wasn't all that unwelcome. Sometimes a nice bit of leisure was more fun than putting in all the work for something more serious and challenging. Besides, it wasn't as if Dolly was putty in his fingers... yet.

"Well, I'd say your appearance is more than enough to do that," Julian replied in a low tone, just allowing his lips to brush her ear as he slid one of his hands across her stomach. "But, I'm always willing to listen for suggestions," he continued, taking advantage of his position to sneak a peek down the goth's corset. If she was going to dress like that then he was going to look. Everyone knew that no one dressed the way Dolly did thinking 'oh please don't look at me'.

[Wicked]

Dolly shivered as he spoke into her ear. Well that was just an unfair game to play with her. There was little that got under her skin more than that. That hand across her stomach? Well it nearly sealed her fate.

Nearly.

And he'd definitely think it had.

She shivered as he spoke, turning around to face him with a sadistic grin on her face, one that spoke volumes to the amount of fun she was about to have at everybody else's expense. Spinning around to face him, allowing his arms to maintain their position around her, but she took him by the shoulders and slammed him into the nearest wall, kissing him forcefully while pressing her body against his.

After a few moments, she broke the kiss and took several bouncy steps backward, the evil smile firmly back in place. From the wall behind Julian floated two large, translucent spectres, moaning loudly, you know, the way they do in the movies. She didn't have an incredible amount of control over her ghosts as of yet but she could make them appear at will. The trouble was that she sometimes conjured them when she didn't mean to and couldn't make them go away.

Around the store, screams could be heard and people running for the exits. People didn't know how to react to shit like this and Dolly delighted in the chaos it caused when she did this.

And she did this relatively often.

Over the cacophony of screams and crashes, people cursing and bumping into one another, Wicked yelled to Jullian; "Was this what you were looking for?

[/b]" as two more ghosts phased through the wall behind her. Now four in the establishment, floating around and knocking over racks and throwing merchandise from the walls, surely there would be something to look forward to here.[/justify][/blockquote]

[Julian Keller]

'Jackpot,' Julian thought to himself as the goth spun in his arms and shoved him against the wall. The press of her body against his was pleasant too, no padding there. When she pressed her lips against his he slid a hand down to her rear and gave it a quick squeeze as he kissed her back with equal force. Girls like Dolly always thought they were in control when they rarely were.

When she broke from the kiss Julian was on the verge of suggesting they engage in loud and objectionable activities in a fitting room as Dolly stepped away, his eyes darting to her corset once again. The man that invented the corset deserved a medal as far as the teenager was concerned. Before he could speak though she had bounced away, and there was plenty of bounce in those steps.

'If I could only get her and that blonde together at the same time...'

The next moment everything began to go to hell in a hand basket, as a pair of ghosts floated out from behind him. If he hadn't already known that Dolly was a mutant he would have been a bit more concerned. As it was he was reasonably sure he could handle the ghosts with his own abilities and he assumed that Dolly had summoned them in the first place, even though he wasn't sure exactly what her powers were.

"Was this what you were looking for?"

Julian smirked as two more spectres appeared and began to do a masterful job of muckery. "Not bad, not bad," he said, slipping up behind her again and snaking his arms around her waist as he spoke softly into her ear to be heard over the sounds of chaos.

"I had something a little different in mind though," he said silkily into her ear, pressing her back tight against him and sliding an arm up her body until it settled where her breasts were, essentially, using his forearm as a shelf. He nipped her neck playfully a few times with his teeth and snuck another peek down her corset. With his arm where it was he could almost see everything. But not quite. "Still, this is almost as amusing a diversion."[/'color] He played his fingers lightly over her stomach again. "Shall we find a bit more mischief?"

[Wicked]

Of course, Dolly was delighting in the destruction she was causing. There was a morbid fascination she held with her own powers. There was too much that could be done with them, it was too perfect. The idea that anybody was safe from her with these powers was laughable. Intangible objects were a thing of beauty.

He gave her props, kind of, as he slipped back around to hugging her from behind. This seemed to be a favourite spot of his. Fine by her. It was close enough for her to be able to get another shot in if she so wished.

Right now though, she was seriously fucking hating this situation. Mostly because she had an idea what was going on, and what really pissed her off was that it kept. working.

Son of a fucking bitch.

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He was smooth talking into her ear, feeling her up and nipping at her neck and, while it wasn't quite what she was used to, or what she preferred, it was a decent tease. She shivered again, more noticeably this time, her breath catching momentarily in her throat before he went on to ask if they should find more mischief.

Once more, her head rolled back on his shoulder to answer him, trying to be heard over the ruckus.

"Why don't you command some fucking respect,[/b]" she purred sweetly. "Come out with what you're after or fucking take it.[/b]"

She could go either way at this point. The thing was, she wasn't going anywhere yet. He was holding her tightly enough to make what she wanted to do nearly impossible to pull off, or he would have been on his ass by now.

"I'm curious to see if you're man enough to fucking handle it.[/b]"[/justify][/blockquote]

[Julian Keller]

"Why don't you command some f***ing respect. Come out with what you're after or f***ing take it. I'm curious to see if you're man enough to f***ing handle it."

"Your wish is my command," Julian all but purred in the girl's ear before biting her neck hard. She could bark orders all she wanted, but he was in charge here. Still, as far as he was concerned she had just given him the green light to do whatever it was he wanted with her. Spinning her in his arms his hands found a grip that was about half butt and half thigh and he lifted the gothic girl off the ground so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. Everyone was too preoccupied with the carnage that Dolly's 'friends' were causing to notice as he carried her in the direction of the dressing rooms, alternating between kissing her hard, biting her neck, and nipping at the expose flesh of her chest.

Using his powers he pushed open the doors to one of the dressing rooms, shutting door with a foot before, with a soft green glow emanating from his hands, he erected a bubble of telekinetic energy around the inside of the small room for two reasons. First, he didn't want to be bothered and the door opened inward. Second, if things got rowdy and he was sure they would, he didn't want to knock down the flimsy walls of the dressing room. It may have been his first time, but he'd seen enough movies to have a pretty good idea of what he was doing and what he wanted to do.

Hands still under the goth's butt he slammed her up against the telekinetic bubble roughly, before kissing her hard and biting her lip. She could pretend, to an extent, to be the one in charge outside, but behind closed doors he was the boss and she was going to learn that. Using his abilities he undid all five buckles of her corset before sliding a hand to the zipper and pulling it down.

For just a moment he allowed some space to form between them so the garment could fall to the ground freeing Dolly with a soft bounce. Turning his attention to the newly unwrapped presents he used his free hand to push her thighs down until her legs were no longer wrapped around him. Still keeping the goth pinned to the barrier from the waist up he tugged on her skirt and panties until they were free enough that gravity could do the rest. All that was left were the heels, and he honestly didn't care if they stayed on or not.

Pinning her to the barrier with his telekinesis he slid both hands to her inner thighs and lifted her again until the woman's legs were, once again, wrapped around his waist. He smacked her rump, hard, several times with one hand firmly intending to leave a hand print and then left it there. In the process he slid his face along her chest and bit a very sensitive area. He fully intended to finish the job, but he was going to have a spot of fun first.

"Who's in charge now," he growled, raising her arms about her head and pinning them at the wrist with a telekinetic barrier.

[Fade to Black]

[Wicked]

Dolores had really just told him that she was down to f***. She knew what he was after, and she told him to take it, challenging his masculinity. She was curious, indeed, to see if he was man enough to be so bold as to just take what he wanted from her. Consciously, she was ready for absolutely anything he could throw at her.

Subconsciously, she was freaking out a little bit. This was new territory for her.

What she had expected was definitely not what happened. The sudden, hard bite to the neck caught her by a quite pleasant surprise and the noise that escaped her throat was shocked, but very clearly... impressed. As such, her compliance was way up. Her fight would be gone for the next few minutes, allowing him to guide her, and carry her back to one of the dressing rooms as her ghosts, now completely uncontrolled, wreaked havoc on the shop.

By the time she regained her head, she didn't have much of a choice. Which was fine by her, the fight that she would have put up would have been simply to drag things out, for a little more fun. He was tossing her around that tiny little fitting room with his telekinesis and there was an intoxication in that. The lack of control, as much as she hated not being control in this situation worked in his favour. The little nips and bites, the kisses, the pain.

What happened next was both incredibly painful and an amazing amount of fun. The patrons had cleared out of the establishment before they'd even ventured back into the fitting rooms, the police had surely already been on their way. They could hear the police battling with her wraiths as they hid in the back, doing things that would certainly have landed them in a spot of trouble... had the police thought to open the door. Or... successfully dispersed their intangible adversaries.

She squirmed against his telekinetic holds the entire time, not adverse to the idea of what was going on but simply frustrated that she couldn't regain control.

After all was said and done, Dolly redressed and willed her companions to start throwing the officers instead of the merchandise and snuck with Julian out the back door of the building.

They got a little ways away, still breathing heavily, her legs still wobbly, before an incredible pain shot through her gut. One of the officers had shot at one of her apparitions, but she didn't know that. She had no idea that a part of her ability enabled her to feel the pain that her ghosts would feel were they still alive. No actual injuries, but the pain was still so real. Dolly fell to her knees in an alleyway about five minutes away from where they'd escaped, nearly in tears.

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[Julian Keller]

As Dolly was redressing herself Julian couldn't help playing a bit more playing, pawing at her, offering hard kisses, and a few more sharp smacks to her hind quarters. She really was developing a nice hand print back there now, which is what Julian wanted. He'd also marked her in a few other places, some obviously and others more private. The point was that the goth would remember for at least a week, with visual reminders, what had transpired.

Buckling the belt on his pants around his waist he slid his arms back around Dolly from behind and rested his head on her shoulder, allowing his hands to wander once she was back where he wanted her. "Did you enjoy being my little rag doll," he asked in a low tone, nipping at her ear before turning her loose to pull his shirt back on over his head.

Sticking his head out the door of the dressing room, ironically, once he had re-dressed himself Julian watched as the ghosts began to assault the officers. When the coast was clear he grabbed Dolly's hand and hauled her off to the back of the shop where they exited out a back door.

Pity, he had meant to do some shopping in this store. Still, the upside was too great to be that disappointed about the lack of shopping.

He was pulling the girl through an alley back out towards the street and he noticed she was walking a bit funny. 'Good,' he thought to himself, it meant he'd done something... many somethings right. Everything was going fine until, a short distance from the door Dolly collapsed and clutched at her stomach.

Julian turned to regard the woman. 'Oh god, did I put a baby in her,' he thought to himself. True, he hadn't had protection, but several factors had made it clear to him that though it was his first time it was her's too and he was under the impression the it was difficult to make a baby the first time around. Not impossible, of course, just not easy.

Julian made a mental note to always pack protection in the future. Or to take other anti-baby making precautions. He had no desire to be a father, at least at this point in his life.

Looking down at Dolly he debated, for a split second, leaving her there. But, no that would never do. Then she'd be mad and she was a student at Xavier's. She could ruin his reputation and, more importantly, there would be no opportunities for further rolls in the hay. Julian was very much pro-roll in the hay with Dolly again. And again. And again. And again. Pretty much as many times, and in as many places, as she would allow.

Reaching out with his powers he quickly lifted the goth into his arms with a flash of green that disappeared as he settled an arm around her back and another under her knees.

"Anybody asks, the ghosts attacked you," he said, looking down at her as he strode out into the chaos of the street. "When you're ready to be let down, say something... not that I mind carrying you, the view's not bad. Nothing like a few minutes ago, but nothing's perfect." He winked down at Dolly and turned to head down the street to find another clothier.