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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 7:54 am
Oliver frowned as an unfamiliar voice reverberated off of the plain walls and down the staircase. If it wasn't humiliating enough to fall spectacularly on his a**, someone had to witness it first hand. As far as appearances went, Oliver had always tried to portray himself as the nonchalant badboy - not that he really cared what other people thought of him, but when raised in a family where image was everything, it had become second nature. And most of the time it worked to his advantage. The badboy image had followed him since the second grade, spawning rumours over the years, though completely outrageous and untrue, which helped create some space between him and his classmates. It wasn't exactly fear, Oliver wasn't without his small group of friends, but his reputation had given him a certain degree of notoriety amongst the student body that, for once, had nothing to do with the family he came from.
But this little accident had punctured a considerable hole in that image. The untouchable Oliver Cross wasn't suppose to fall like regular people, his movement was suppose to be strong, fluid and confident; there was simply no room for mistakes.
Oliver rested his arms on the step like it were the arms of a chair and, leaning comfortable against the stairs, tilted his head back to see the lucky spectator. Even upside-down he had to admit that this guy was considerably attractive, which for this school was saying something; Blackthorn was not only a school for the children of the incredibly rich, but the beautiful as well. Why money and beauty sometimes went hand in hand together, Oliver didn't know. Perhaps it all went back to that desire to make a good impression that his family was always harping about. either way, this was not the right time to dwell on such things. Not when the pretty redhead had asked him a question.
Why did he get the impression the boy was trying not to laugh? But that could just be his social paranoia talking. Whatever it was, the auburn-haired teen was more then ready to exit the situation before it got any more embarrassing.
"I'm fine," Oliver replied tersely; whether or not the boy had been about to laugh, the thought made him uncomfortable, an emotion that was quickly replaced by annoyance. He ignored the teen's hand as he sat up straight; he didn't care how attractive the boy was, even with a pair of glasses and hat hiding most of his face, Oliver wasn't about to take his sympathies. The dull ache plaguing his lower body sharpened as he slowly stood up. It was to be expected, however; you don't fall that hard on a part of your body and walk away without feeling at least some pain. Nothing Oliver couldn't handle though.
Taking a step down, a foot each on two different steps, Oliver partially turned his body to face the other body. Dusting off his beige trousers and the back of his black, long-sleeved shirt he glanced sideways at the redhead. "Have we met before?" Oliver asked, his curiosity getting the better of him, "You look awfully familiar."
It wasn't a completely unwarranted question. Oliver had m,et a lot of famous and influential people in his life - mostly colleagues or acquaintances of his family, but there was the occasional friend and the odd person who was merely drawn to the Cross family notoriety. If they had met before, or by default the boy had some connection to one of his older siblings, Oliver had only a passing interest. Whoever the boy was, Oliver wasn't prone to the "star-struck" disease that plagued many of the students in the school. He had long since become immune to the glamour and bright lights of the celebrity world.
[Again, took really long to reply so I hope you'll forgive me. Just a note, I haven't posted their profiles yet - mainly because they're not finished - but Zack, one of Oliver's older brothers, is the lead singer in a really popular rock band. So, I don't know if you want to use that, I'm just trying to gradually unveil all of Oliver's famous family.]
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 8:20 am
Jean was enjoying thinking about all the unknown aspects of the school, and was running his hands against the wall as he walked. When he heard Tai, however, it snapped him out of his pondering bliss. "Yes.." he said nonchalantly. "But if you don't want to tell me, then I don't need to know." he added, throwing in a smile and wink at Tai afterwards to assure him that he wouldn't really care.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 9:56 am
Tai looked at his feet as they continued to walk, he kind of wanted to tell him... He had said that he had injured people when he was younger...so Tai thought it would be right to tell him a bit about himself. "I..I want to though... You made me realize that it doesn't really matter..." He mumbled, returning a small smile. He put his hands behind his back and started. "These... they're from my mother... before I was born, my father was killed... by mutants... So my mother hated them..." He paused, "And I didn't really understand what they were... but when I discovered my power... I was surprised.. and so was she....But not in a good way.. " His eyes trailed along the ground, looking as though he could start crying at any second. "She hated me after that... she did all she could to get rid of me... he started to get physical a bit before I came here... Well, she sent me here, hoping that I wouldn't come back..." Tai looked almost broken now, but Jean being there to listen made him stay in one piece.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 10:24 am
As Jean listened to what Tai had to say, his stomach lurched. This kind of hatred and discrimination made him sick. Also, a small part of him was thinking about his parents. 'Would they have done the same thing if they were still alive?' he thought to himself. Most of him thought they would, but a small part of him didn't believe such a thing, and he felt bad for even thinking it.
Jean felt bad for Tai. It was one thing to know your parents hate mutants, and be unsure if they would hate you too. But it was worse to know that your parents actually despised you like that. Jean reached out his right arm to the side, to put his hand on Tai's shoulder, but then he hesitated, afraid that he might shock him. After about two seconds of hesitation, though, his hand made contact with Tai's shoulder. "It's alright. You should just forget about her. You're here now, and you have friends." he said, trying to comfort Tai, though it worked out horribly last time. "My mother always told me that friends are the family you get to choose."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 10:56 am
Tai looked up at Jean, a puzzled look on his face, but it soon stretched into a smile. He was right, friends are family you get to choose... That would mean that Tai only had 1 family member so far, but he was fine with it... Jean must have been worried about touching Tai, but he tried anyways... "Well... the scars are proof that I can't forget about her that easily..." He smiled, not wanting to look sad, "But you're right, here and now..."
Jean had put Tai in a pretty good mood. He smiled as he walked and kept thinking if anyone else would become his friend... He had a doubt that they wouldn't but he always had Jean, right?
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 11:16 am
Jean smiled as Tai did. He felt like he had conquered the world just now. He cheered up his depressed new friend, AND he actually touched him, and nobody got hurt. However, Jean decided to quit while he was ahead, so he took his arm back. He wasn't going to do that again for a while. He didn't want to press his luck. "Scars aren't a bad thing. They're just markings that remind you of what you've overcome. A symbol of strength." he said. "Everyone has scars. Yours are just on the outside."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 11:26 am
"And the inside..." He added, talking as if it was nothing at all... He felt like he was just floating, nothing was holding him down. "Your mother... She must have been nice..." He added, he really didn't want to get Jean depressed, but he said it without a second thought...
([Small post, sorry])
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 11:31 am
Jean's eyes watered, but he kept looking ahead, instead of turning his head to Tai and letting him see. "Yeah...She was, in a way. She hated mutants though. She never knew I was a mutant. She might have, a couple of seconds before she died though. I was hugging her and I accidentally zapped her. The doctors said her pacemaker must have been dysfunctional, because it shorted out. So really, I killed my mother." Jean explained, trying not to show any emotion, but he sounded a little gloomy. "I still wonder...if she would've still loved me if she knew I was a mutant."
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 11:46 am
[[Eh, it's alright. You make it worth it. xD And alright. That sounds good. I think Robby might know him... though probably not too closely so we don't cause any problems. 8D;; ]]
A small frown tugged the corners of Robby's lips down, his red brows pinching together slightly over those stunningly emerald eyes. He wasn't used to such treatment.... Usually, whether it was known that he was Robby Hart or not, people were so overly stunned by their fortune of seeing one with such an amazing presence that they were quite falling over themselves to get in his good favor. Call him spoiled, but that was the way it had been all his life and he wasn't used to such reactions as the ones Oliver gave -- at least, not from strangers. His friends could easily treat him as such, though there was certainly much more familiarity and comfort in the interactions between Robby and his fellow band members.
"Really, well, that's good, isn't it? It's always best to make an a** out of yourself when you're not severely injured," Robby replied. Oliver hadn't taken his hand and didn't seem as if he was going to, so Robby retracted it. He didn't like being nice to strangers who didn't at least try to be pleasant.... Not that Robby wasn't the same. If someone had seen him fall, he'd likely have been pissed... but he certainly would have handled the situation with more eloquence. But, then again, it was impossible for Robby to make such a mistake -- at least, it was impossible while he was in the public eye.
Oliver had stood up and started to walk away and Robby, deciding he rather didn't wish to watch the other's retreating back, had begun up the steps in the other direction. He was stopped, however, by the sound of the other's voice. Had Oliver seen him before? Well, yes, he probably had -- Robby wasn't famous for nothing. But had they ever met? Robby was about to answer "no" when he caught another glimpse of the other boy -- a glimpse that got him thinking. Well, it was Blackthorn after all and there were many children from famous families.... And now that he thought about it, there was something oddly familiar about the boy.....
"I don't know," the redhead replied with a shrug, pale, slender fingers moving to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Maybe, maybe not. You do look a little familiar... though perhaps it's just a familial resemblance? That's what most--" Robby began, but he was cut off by the sound of his cellphone. The song it played was unmistakable -- the current top hit on the charts, Muse's most recent song. Robby took out his phone slightly irritably, glanced at it, and immediately pressed the 'ignore' button. He didn't want to talk to that person right now....
A small scowl had formed on the redhead's lips, brows knitting together above those brilliant eyes. "Stupid, I just got to school... don't call me for work now," Robby muttered under his breath, looking quite unmistakably unhappy. Still, though, even his angry face was completely attractive.
A small moment of silent indignation and then, finally, Robby seemed to remember that he was talking to someone. Those eyes returned to Oliver's form, the scowl on his lips having mostly disappeared. "Anyway, as I was saying.... Most people here have family connections or something, so perhaps I know one of you family members? Or maybe you've just seen me around Blackthorn...." Or perhaps Oliver, like so many others, had seen Robby -- if not by actually looking for him, then on one of the many advertisements that had hired the overly attractive redhead. Magazines, newspapers, commercials, billboards.... they had all felt Robby's hand. It wouldn't be surprising if the familiarity Oliver felt was simply the fact that, though his defining hair was hidden, he simply looked too much like himself to be completely mistakable.
[[I'm going to guess that Oliver looks something like his brother? If not, it could be similarity in their facial structures? 8D;;
Oh, and Robby has one of those phones that plays certain ring tones for certain people, so it's not his actual ring tone....]]
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 12:17 pm
As Jean answered Tai's question, he quickly crossed his hands over his mouth... he didn't mean to make him upset.. it just came out... Tai looked worried, he could tell from the sound of Jean's voice that the question brought not so pleasant memories... He quickly took his hands away from his mouth before Jean could see, and answered. "Yes..." He murmured, "I think she would... I don't think that anyone could hate you..." Oliver blushed a bit, but it wasn't very noticeable... He smiled to Jean, hoping that he would slip away from his gloom.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 1:37 pm
Jean smiled and looked at Tai. He wasn't really convinced that he mother would still love him, but it was nice of Tai to say so. He was going to playfully ruffle Tai's hair, but he saw small bolts jump between his fingers and decided against it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 6:12 pm
 Tai looked froward once again, and really started to observe the dorm. There was a large lounge with a huge fireplace with medals aligned on the mantle. There were beautiful sofa's and chairs with pillows layered atop them. Some people were sitting and socializing, most likely gossiping, around the cracking fire. "Ah... I just realized how nice it his here..." He smiled, looking around even more. He was surprised that he hadn't tripped or walked into a wall by accident yet... "SO where do you want to go.. The school, or outside?" He asked, he didn't quite care, but it would be nice to get some fresh air...
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 6:26 pm
Jean liked the way the building made him feel. It was nice to have seemingly endless halls to walk through, and just look at all the decorations around. Much better than some average apartment like he used to live in. He could see himself walking through the halls often in the future. "Yeah. This place is great." he agreed.
The question came unexpected. He hadn't even thought of a destination. He was just walking. That's all he really wanted to do, but maybe they should go somewhere. "I'm not sure." he said. He thought for a while as they kept walking. "Maybe...Outside." he finally answered.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 6:50 pm
Tai smiled, now he could relax and let the wind blow around him, so if anyone was annoyed they'd think it was the wind... "'Kay.." He gestured as he turned towards a pair of large glass doors, they were open, probably from the people going in and out. Tai rushed through the door and waited beside it for Jean. It was a really nice day, the sun was out, and there were clouds in the sky, but it was also a bit chilly. "Ahh... fresh air..." Tai remarked to himself, the wind started to pick up. 
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 3:10 pm
As they stepped outside, Jean felt the combination of warm sunlight with cool breeze on his skin, and smiled from ear to ear. "Yeah, this is nice." he agreed, taking a deep breath of fresh air. The aroma of the outdoors filled his nose. "It's a magnificent day."
Seth Ezekiel Hyde entered the school through the glass double-doors and walked quietly down the hall. He found his room rather quickly, or at least faster than he thought he would. Room 805. The number gave him a strange feeling, but that could just be his empty stomach crying for nourishment. He put his hand around the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open. His eyes performed a cursory scan of the room, then he entered.
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