Roswell Fanatics

ooc: I could double as Isabel if you'd like... but I wish Karen would come back!!!

*Maria*

Michael flashes me a devastatingly handsome smile that makes any lingering reservations I may have had simply melt away. How does he do that? With one mischievous smile he turns my whole world completely upside down. I feel like being with him has made me stronger. Not because of anything he says or does in particular but just because his mere presence causes me to tap into an inner strength I never knew I obtained.

I want to be more not for him precisely but for myself. He‘s taught me to value myself and for that I will forever be grateful. Michael has had such a profound impact on how I live my life. I want to spend as much time as I can exploring our similarities and differences and figuring out why we are so much better together then a part.

"I agree," He states with a charming grin before taking my hand in his. Our fingers lace together and it’s as if they were meant to be that way. My small hand is nestled happily into his. I feel protected and best of all loved. My partner in crime leads me over to the first bedroom and he flashes me a sexy smirk before remarking .

"So, give me the tour." There’s only one room in particular that I want him to be very familiar with. That’s the bedroom. I hope he will spend a lot of time there in the future. I open my mouth ready to exhibit some witty imitation of a overly cheerful tour guide when he takes me by surprise by capturing my lips for a soft sensual kiss. I am seeing stars except this time not literally when he gestures in direction of the door before us.

My beyond wonderful boyfriend pulls me close and I allow myself a moment to enjoy the warm lines of his body pressed snugly to mine. In one swift motion he brings his arm around my waist cradling me gently.

"What's behind door number one?" I raise a provocative eyebrow in such a way that I know will grasp his attention.

“Well, that would be Tess’s room.” I inform him with a playful giggle.

“I’d show you in there ,but I’m afraid that I won’t be able to control myself much longer and she wouldn’t approve of the plans I have for you. Well, she wouldn’t if they were to take place in her bedroom.” I amend with a slow forming grin. I tilt my head slightly to the left as I examine his expression. Wow, his intense eyes have tiny flakes of gold near the iris. I wonder if he knows they tend to brighten and glow when he is aroused. I’ll fill him in on that little tidbit later.

Instead I do what I’ve been wanting to do every since I first lay eyes on his glorious form. I lead him over to my bedroom. “Behold my sanctuary.” I reveal feeling very excited all of a sudden. Michael will be the first person to see my new room. Somehow that feels right.

*Tess*

I walk through the hallway grumbling to myself about pain-in-the-ass teachers when my bad mood dissapates just by the sight of my love standing at his locker. I have to say how amazing that a week can change things so drastically. I pause and lean against a cool cream wall of the hallway and just watch him, this is probably weird but I do it anyway...Just stand there and watch him as he messes with his locker.

I believed it when I was told I was useless, I was unloveable I believed every line that was fed to me, I knew no better then to believe the man that was my guardian, how was I supposed to know that he was dangerous, that he was in cahoots with our enemies, now his dead and I'm alone or atleast I was until I came here.

I have a roomie named Maria who knows what it's like to be beaten and battered by a man who is suppose to love you. I think Maria is alot stronger than me, I could never of walked away from Nascedo but Maria walked away from Hank and it takes alot of strength to do that. Cradling my books against my chest I begin to walk down the hallway towards Kyle.

I also have Kyle, a footballer, an athelete and an all round sweet guy and he loves ME! He still loved me when he found out about me and he doesn't love to spite my alien heritage, he loves me and accepts it's apart of me. I stop just beside his locker, leaning against another locker.

"Whatcha up to?" I ask with a coy smile.

we've got a new character, guys! she's going to be played by me.

Sophie
Age:20
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A smart student for most of her life, Sophie grew up to be an accountant, and a successful one at that. Only two years into college, she already has a job at an accounting firm in Roswell, even though it's basically only head of internship. She helps train the new staff, and gets paid for it. She has a great personality and good looks to go with it, and basically is easy to get along with, both socially and proffessionaly. She surrounds herself with friends, and is always looking to make new ones.

Though outgoing, relationships ans Sophie haven't always been perfect, and she's been looking for the right guy for a while now. But could he possibly have just walked into her life, in the form of Max, the new guy at work?

~~~~~MAX~~~~~
I shut down completely. As if a light switch turned off. I walk down the streets, completely lost...and yet my feet knowing where I am going.

I walk down the roads until my feet finally reach there destination... work. I walk inside and I'm directed to the conference room, where I'm told to wait with the other interns to our intern "boss" in effect. I nod as I go through the door and wait. People start talking to me and I talk back but I'm not taking anything in.
I don't want to do anything anymore.

My life is over as I know it.

Michael

Maria raises a provocative eyebrow, instantly makng me curious. What is in that room?

“Well, that would be Tess’s room.” she says, giggling, and I smile as she continues. “I’d show you in there ,but I’m afraid that I won’t be able to control myself much longer and she wouldn’t approve of the plans I have for you. Well, she wouldn’t if they were to take place in her bedroom.” The underlying meaning of her words, and the sexy grin on her face as she stares at me make my eyes grow dark and fill my head with thoughts that aren't entirely appropriate. Good idea. Let's stay away from Tess's room. As we move on, instead of trusting myself to talk, I just nod and grin, and follow her along to the next room.

“Behold my sanctuary.” She says, sounding like an excited little girl who is showing off her new toys, or her little brother. Walking inside, I smile. The room is just so...Maria. It's simple without being understated, and yet there's this edge that's her. The bed is large, and on the bedside table, I see her notebook, the one she showed me before with her songs in it. Sure, there isn't much in there, because she's just moved and hasn't really had time to go house shopping, since well, we've been spending so much time together, but I just feel comfortable here. I can understand why she's so happy in her new apartment. It's got everything she needs...a place for her things, privacy, and a bed that seems to be calling for us right now. She's got to be cold standing around without her top on. Maybe we can remedy that.

"I like it," I say appreciatively, pulliing her in for a brief kiss as I take a seat on the bed. "It's you."

Sophie

Ah, today is the day the fresh blood arrives...and by blood, I mean new interns that I get to boss around. Hopefully they'll be friendly. Well, if they aren't, they have to answer to me, so either way, it's a win win situation.

Walking into the conference room, I set my cup of double strength coffee on the table, and turn to address the crowd, a young blonde who looks frightened to death, a nerdy looking boy with scraggly brown hair, a very prepared dark haired woman, who looks like she's taking notes on my entrance, and a spacing guy with dark brown hair, who looks a little out of place in a suit. The new blood.

"Hello, my name is Sophie Browning, and I'm going to be in charge of you four during your internships. You can call me, Ms. Browning if you'd like, but I'd prefer Sophie. After all, we're all peers in this." Smiling around the group, I point at their name tags. "Now, would you all like to introduce yourselves and ask any questions you might have?" I nod at the spacey dark haired one and grin. "Why don't you start."

~~~~~MAX~~~~~
As someone comes in the room I look up to see a brunnette (which of course immediately makes me think of Liz, and I go into a little daydream of Liz coming through the door and it was all just one big mistake.)

"Hello, my name is Sophie Browning, and I'm going to be in charge of you four during your internships. You can call me, Ms. Browning if you'd like, but I'd prefer Sophie. After all, we're all peers in this." Seems nice. But I thought so was Liz.

"Now, would you all like to introduce yourselves and ask any questions you might have?" I had a ton of questions. I had them all written out at home. Home...where Liz wasn't there anymore.

She grins at me. "Why don't you start."

I swallow and say, "My name's Max Evans... and I don't have any questions."

She has nice eyes. I look into them for a moment, thinking purely of Liz at first...but then about how nice Sophie's eyes were.

And then I realise I'm staring and look down at the table.

~~~~~~ISABEL~~~~~
"No, I haven't seen any of our friends. And I'm pretty sure that Kyle was supposed to meet me at my locker for some homework assignment this morning. I mean, they can't all be sick? Maybe it's national cut school day and we just didn't know about it,"

I smile at his little joke. He has a very wierd sense of humour.... but I like it.

"What do you have this period?"

"History." I say with a little sigh. "More useless knowlegde about America's past. Look to the future I say," I tell him as I look at him, wondering if he gets my double meaning.

*Maria*


Michael glances around and takes in the chaotic mess that is my room. Hey, give me a break. I‘m still unpacking. “I like it," For some unknown reason it pleases me to no end that he approves of my bedroom. I grin wickedly as he pulls me to him and bestows upon me the sweetest kiss before sitting down on my bed.

He pulls me gracefully onto his lap and meets my eyes before finishing, "It's you." Bound by wild desire I lean forward and capture his lips reverently.

“I’m glad you like.” I whisper huskily. This is what dreams are made of. My hands make their way to his chest in almost an instinctive nature. I know this sounds silly but I adore this. Just spending time with him.

“Well, now that you’ve gotten the full tour…” I giggle playfully as I push a brown lock of hair behind my ear.

“I think it’s time for the experimentation.” I raise one eyebrow up in the way I’ve seen him do countless times.

“Now this is going to be a serious investigation. So no fooling around.” I can’t help but burst out laughing at myself. It’s nice that even when we are in very intimate situations we can still be silly and have fun. I’ve never felt like this with anyone. I realize that I've been sort of forward with this whole thing. Here I am alone in the house with a guy, in my bedroom, sitting in his lap, with my top off. Yeah, that's pretty intense ,and yet I've never felt more comfortable in all my life.

It's Michael. I guess that's the difference.