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 Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 1:44 pm
True enough, Pluto was not feeling his best at the moment. Those noises, the way the bones cracked and moved beneathe the skin, small hints of the internal transformation showing as bulging, changing skin..... It was sickening.... and frightening. Despite how imposing and majestic Pluto's figure was, he had always had a weak stomach for such things. Of course, the Prince had never given any mind to it... but Pluto was different. One pale hand had raised to cover his lips by now, dark sapphires showing a deep, entranced horror in their depths. He couldn't stop watching -- he was simply to worried about Salem and too afraid and concerned all at once -- but he couldn't help feeling intensely timorous at the same time. That was his face, his body.... It was intensely disturbing to see such things happening to "himself." Even if it really was Salem, the sight was almost a physical pain to Pluto and was most certainly both mentally and emotionally disturbing.
Finally, the sounds stopped. Pluto let out a small sigh of relief, feeling his muscles relax slightly, and let his hand slide down across his face. His deep eyes closed for several moments, the worry slowly slipping (at least mostly) from his features. Then, finally, he opened his eyes again. What he found was both reassuring and daunting at the same time. Salem's change had stopped -- thankfully -- but he now looked exactly like Pluto, which in and of itself was quite frightening.
But it wasn't just that. As Salem opened his mouth, Pluto heard his own voice reflected in the other's words. It was so... so strange. It was his voice, but not.... because not only was Pluto not speaking, but Salem's natural speech patterns were different from Salem's, giving at least some small disparity between them. It was so... so strange..... It was almost frightening.
But he shouldn't be feeling like that. No matter how terrible it had been for Pluto to watch, it had to be much, much worse for Salem. Not only had he been unmasked as a Mutant, but he had also undergone an incredibly painful transformation. The noises he had been making, the way he was shaking and trembling all over now.... no matter what Salem said, those signs were enough to show the intense pain of transformation. Pluto couldn't let himself get boggled down by his own intense shock. After all, Salem had it much worse.... In fact, it was even a good thing that Salem was a Mutant. He had seen Pluto's flame -- even that smallest moment had been enough -- and the pale teen didn't know what he would have done if he had been unmasked so soon.... It was simply just too difficult to control his flames in such situations.....
Pluto watched as the other rose. It was a slow, painful business and he wanted so much to help, but at the same time felt completely riveted to the spot. Eventually, he, too, stood up. He was surprised to find that he himself was also trembling slightly, but he easily stopped the small tremors. It was probably just the AC and his inner fire easily countered that problem.....
The dark-haired teen glanced up again to see the other's blush. It was... highly ironic but he did finally realize what Salem had meant when he said "you're cute when you blush." It was such a surprising expression for such a figure -- a deep rouge against his chessboard coloring -- that it was sweet..... Maybe it was odd of Pluto to think that since it was his own body, but somehow knowing that it wasn't him made him look at... himself... differently. It was strange, incredibly strange.
Pluto nodded slowly as the other spoke, still shocked to hear his own voice through another, even if the other did look exactly like himself. Finally, he managed a small, slightly fractured smile. "Y-yeah... I'll... be borrowing your bathroom for a moment....." he murmured slowly, a blush now forming on his own features as he realized he had just spent all this time naked with a complete stranger -- who now looked like a carbon copy of himself. The color in his cheeks deepened and he hastily picked picked up his clothing from off the floor. Then, seeming to realize something, he straightened up. "Wouldn't he just... think we're twins? I mean... unless he's known you forever or something without knowing your... powers... I don't think he'd notice unless he saw... that... happen again....."
His words were haltering, hesitant. He really was intensely different from the Prince..... The Prince.... Salem didn't know about that yet. Dark eyes widening at that thought, the black-haired male quickly disappeared into the bathroom, where he would be able to clean himself up, get dressed and hopefully think of some way to explain himself and the Prince.
A couple minutes later, Pluto was back. He looked a lot cleaner now. He had combed back his bangs with his fingers and the deep ebony locks were now dry and at least slightly neat. He looked... unsure, likely because of what he was about to tell the other. He'd never told anyone before -- at least, nobody outside his family or Whitney or the people at that terrible residential school.......
"A-About... what happened earlier... when... I started acting... different," he began a little nervously, the heat rising in his cheeks. "I'm... I.... I suppose I could say it's like I have an alter ego... inside of myself... sort of.... but it's not really like a... a split personality since I remember everything that happens, but.... I mean....." He couldn't say it, couldn't explain it.... he didn't know how. "I just... act differently sometimes....." he concluded, a heated blush in his cheeks.
[[Annnnnd.... I'll make a post for Will soon. 8D I think we should give them some time to sort things out first, though, because Will is very easily spooked..... 8D;;]]
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 3:27 pm
Well, how lovely. This boy -- whoever he was -- was trying to ignore him. True, Robby hadn't been the nicest of guys, what with his comment on the other's behavior... but the boy had deserved it. Robby felt himself become incredibly irked at the other's behavior. True, he had come up the stairs looking for something interesting, but this wasn't quite what he had had in mind. Though this boy's behavior had alleviated at least some of his boredom, it had done no more than make him incredibly annoyed. Though usually an indifferent and apathetic figure, Robby absolutely hated being ignored. Years spent in the spotlight had had some rather interesting repercussions upon his personality..... The scowl that had vanished from his lips moments before was now back, though it wasn't quite as pronounced or deep as it had been.
The change in the other's expression at his next comment did not escape Robby. First, that sigh -- the look of silent resignation at being shoved off into the "family resemblance" category. Though Robby didn't know for sure if Oliver did actually have a famous family, his intuition was harping on it -- and his intuition was rarely wrong. What with the other's seeming annoyance and resignation at this affiliation, it had to be something he got pretty regularly..... So, either he was an absolute nobody or he had famous family members -- in essence, still a nobody. As far as Robby was concerned, anyone who didn't make a name for himself was a nobody, no matter who his parents or siblings were. The son of a famous ambassador or CEO was just that -- the son. Unless he made a name for himself, he was nothing (even if he did inherit his father's embassy). In other words, he would be absolutely worthless unless he did something to make his own name known.
The kid spoke again and a Robby glanced up, a rather wry smile forming on his lips. Confused? Well, he'd simply been stating a possibility. The fact was, this kid had almost undeniably seen Robby before -- whether in school or in a magazine or on the television or a billboard it didn't matter -- but Robby knew that if the other found him familiar-looking, he'd likely seen him. That smile on his lips was one that was both gorgeous and incredibly annoying at the same time -- it was a very knowing expression, one that said quite clearly "think what you want, but I know the truth."
"Ah, really? Then perhaps I'm mistaken. Although, you know, children usually resemble their parents. So, unless you're an orphan as well....." Robby grinned, allowing his statement to trail off. Shrugging, he gave the other one last, all-consuming glance with those bright emeralds before he finally turned away and continued up the stairs.
It wasn't for long, though. Apparently the janitors at Blackthorn weren't as good as the school touted. Robby, who's bright eyes had strayed back towards the other, had completely missed the small puddle of water and the rather bunged up water bottle that lay next to it. However, Robby's foot had found the puddle quite easily and, several moments later, the redhead had been sent... well, not quite sprawling, but he had tripped..... His momentum had carried himself forward and as his hands stretched forward to check his fall, the fake glasses he was wearing slipped off his nose to fall with a definite shattering sound upon the ground. Unneeded as they were, the glass in the lenses was real and the frames were rather delicate. Robby winced slightly at the sound.
"F*ck..." he muttered. The teen had managed to catch himself, one hand resting on the ground and the other on the handrail, one knee rested on the edge of the stair while the foot of his other leg rested several steps below. Scowling, the teen straightened up, dusting his hands off on his jeans and wincing slightly at the soreness. He'd need to treat them quickly so as not to risk his ability to use his guitar. Bending down, he picked up the now useless glasses. Well, they didn't really matter.... he could easily get another pair and it wasn't as if he needed them... but now it would be harder to disguise himself.
Scowling to himself, he quickly swept the shattered pieces of glass into one of his hands and turned back the other way and headed down the stairs and towards his own dorm room. Cruz and the others would probably all be there.... They'd make fun of him a little, he'd probably punch Cruz, then he'd put some salve or something on and maybe work on a new invention..... There was a trashcan at the landing where he had met the ill-tempered orangey. As he reached it, he dropped the broken frames and bits of glass inside. At least he didn't actually need them or anything. Of course, he hadn't considered the possibility that the kid might still be there.....
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 7:19 pm
"That probably won't work," Salem sighed, bowing his head. The fear and unease in Pluto's expression had not escaped his eyes and though it wasn't like he was hiding that from him, it still hurt. No matter how easily it was for him to accomplish, Salem didn't like to frighten people.
He inhaled deeply through his nose before raising his head again, this time angling his face, Pluto's face, away from it's owner. "I don't know my roommate very well at all yet, but I'd like to believe I'm not being forced to live with a complete idiot. If he buys it at all, the twin excuse will only work for so long," he added. "I don't know how long I can hold this body."
Salem didn't argue as Pluto excused himself and retreated to the bathroom in an agonizingly polite manner. He needed some time to collect his thoughts, figure a way out of this mess, and it was something he preferred to do alone. But besides jumping out the window like a madman, the only thing he could come up with was hiding in a closet somewhere until he changed back. It wouldn't be so bad if he knew how long he had, but this type of change was so unpredictable... Minutes, hours, days - he honestly didn't know how long it was going to take until he got his face back.
And not only that, but Salem could sense something very strange about this transformation, something he had never experienced before. He didn't know how to explain it exactly, but it was almost like his body was entuned with the original. Fright was making his heartbeat pound against the inside his chest and he felt oddly lightheaded, like the room was being balanced on it's axis and had begun to spin. It wasn't that big of a surprise when his knees gave way beneath the weight of his body. He moaned softly as his body sank to the floor again, back propped up against the side of Will's bed. He suddenly felt sick with worry, stomach tying uncomfortably into a knot. Very strange...
His thoughts were cut short, however, when Pluto emerged from the bathroom, clean and fresh and presentable. Salem was a complete wreck in comparison. He was sweaty, his hair was limp and stuck to his face, and the most colour to his complexion was the lingering redness in his cheeks.
"Please stop," Salem said, interrupting Pluto before he could stumble through anymore of an explanation. "I didn't ask so you don't need to tell me anything. I don't mind anyway. It's okay to keep secrets sometimes."
Oliver straightened up when the last of his things had been placed in the box and covered it with its lid. The redhead's voice was easy to ignore; it had had an alluring quality in the beginning, he had to admit, but if he concentrated hard enough he could block it out now.
It might have been possible to ignore the sound of someone falling on the stairs above too ( he didn't like to get involved with anything that didn't concern him ) if the sound of shattering glass hadn't reached his ears. Oliver's brow pulled together again as he fought the temptation to go upstairs to see, not necessarily if the redhead was alright, but in the off chance that he might get a glimpse of the face behind the glasses. Maybe then he could shake the feeling that he knew this boy once and for all. Nobody could blame him for that.
Temptation found him, however, before he could come to a decision; the boy had come down to the landing above, to use the trashcan, and Oliver got his first good look at the handsome redhead. Or was it his second. He had to struggle to keep his jaw from dropping as he looked at the other's face; eyes as green and as brilliant as emeralds... it was the only thing he remembered about the boy his brother Zack had been talking to that night at the awards party. There was no way he could be mistaken now, this boy was Robby Hart, though the name didn't resonate as deeply as it might have been if he was an ordinary teenager.
"Who would have thought the great Robby Hart was such a klutz out of the spotlight," Oliver said sarcastically in a loud enough voice for the redhead to hear him perfectly. Hell, if there had been anyone else in the stairwell they would have heard him too. And they might have been more interested in the information then he was. It would sure cause Robby a lot of grief if a gang of rabid fangirls suddenly cornered him in the staircase.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 12:57 pm
Blackthorn Academy was quite different from his hometown of London, England. It was early September and the sun wasn't concealed behind a thick canopy of clouds. Summer had not finished here yet it seemed. The pleasant warm weather had crossed over to grace the students with an encore before autumn took center stage. The rays felt warm against his face.
But for a man who had traveled as much as he had, this kind of weather was still very new to him. Maybe he was too accustom to the gloomy skies of London. It was a beautiful city, he wasn't about to deny that, but the relentless rain could dampened your spirits after a while. He still carried an umbrella around with him out of habit, but common sense had made him leave it at home today. For some reason he thought it would be a bad omen to carry an umbrella on such a beautiful day as this.
Then he heard the screams and the days tranquility was shattered once and for all.
Soren Bristol stopped, the blood in his veins running suddenly cold. He looked over his shoulder and settled his pale blue eyes on the student quad. It was quite a ways away from where he stood on the far side of the tennis courts near the back of the school, but he could still see the dormitories. Something cold dropped into the pit of his stomach as he saw a body, rocks and water drop out of mid-air.
"Well will you look at that," Soren mumbled, but his voice was much harder than was necessary for his words, "Looks like I lost a bet. Tohru-kun," he turned around to stare at his companion. The young man seemed to be expecting his reaction for he nodded his head, agreeing with a command Soren was still formulating inside his head. Damage control. It was a skill he had never seen anyone do better then Tohru.
"You know what to do," Soren said bracingly, "Catch up to me once you're sure you've taken care of all the loose ends." He didn't wait for a response, though there was little chance he would receive one; Tohru was a very quiet person. Soren hadn't heard him say a word since the day they met.
It only took a few moments for him to close the gap between himself and the tree where the figure, a young boy, had landed, but in that short amount of time a notable change in the atmosphere had taken place. The fearful tension in the air had been broken, the screaming had stopped and if he looked at the people milling around in the quad, he was sure he would see a strangely blank look on their face, like their minds had temporarily left their bodies.
Soren smiled as he sprinted the last few meters to where the boy was lying on the ground; Tohru wasted little time getting the job done.
He frowned slightly as he watched a second boy jump from the tree and kneel beside the other's fallen body. It didn't take a mind reader to realize that the smaller boy was upset, the fear and angst he felt was evident in is voice, but that wasn't the only thing he noticed. After years of preparation and careful planning it would have been impossible for Soren not to recognize the faces of its subjects: Ryo Maio and Emery Alexandria.
"What happened?" Soren asked as he knelt down beside Emery, distraught and almost on the verge of tears.
[[Sorry if the information on Tohru is a little vague. I just haven't finished his profile yet and I can't roleplay Soren without Tohru, you'll understand later. I promise. ^___^]]
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:00 pm
As Pluto exited the bathroom, his outside presentable but his insides an utter wreck, he found Salem before himself, crouched down on the ground in what appeared to be intense, wrenching pain. It was as if Salem was becoming the physical embodiment of Pluto's fear and pain. Even worse, this display of his hidden emotions had his face. It was all too real, too riveting, too shocking and caused Pluto to stop dead in his tracks. He couldn't speak any more, could hardly move....
The knot in his stomach tightened slowly but then, as the other spoke, it suddenly released. A look of relief washed over the ebony-haired beauty's features, causing his shoulders to slump slightly and the line of his lips to slacken. It was as if all (or at least most) of the tension inside of his body had suddenly dwindled into the shadows. "It's okay to keep secrets sometimes." That one sentence had been enough to make the lines of worry in his forehead disappear. He was always so responsible, so forthright.... Never keeping secrets, never prodding into others' business..... It was a difficult life to lead. But it was alright to keep that secret, though it wasn't really a secret.....
Well, it was as much of a secret as it could be when it went running around in broad daylight screwing various good-looking people and acting all high and mighty. Pluto frowned slightly at that thought, his eyes falling invariably upon Salem. Salem had been one of the victims of that "secret." He wanted so badly to apologize, but knew it would do no good.
Slowly, he nodded, allowing a small smile to inch upon his soft lips. He bent down next to the other. "Are... are you alright?" he asked cautiously. He didn't know why, but for some reason he felt that... that Salem would be better now. It was just his gut feeling. When he had been feeling terribly, Salem had shown the very emotion that he had tried to withhold.... Would it be the same when he was feeling better?
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The school grounds were quite large. Will had been walking around them for over an hour, he was sure, but he had yet to double back upon anything he had seen before. The sun was beating down brilliant heat waves upon his thinly covered skin. Despite the heat of it all, Will had yet to take off his old, tattered sweatshirt. No matter how hot it grew or how much he might sweat, he wouldn't take it off.... Of course, it wasn't as if he had some strange attachment to the bit of material. Rather, it was because he hated the idea of exposing even the slightest bit of skin to others. Will was nearly paranoid when it came to what he wore and what he allowed others to see. He was simply terrified of the thought of being exposed.
And yet, it was so intensely hot. Will raised one pale, delicate hand to his brow, his eyes closing slowly as he paused to gain his breath. A moment later, those bright emerald hues had opened again. He needed to... head back. He hated how intensely weak his body was, but he had to take care of himself if he wanted to live past twenty. The sad part was that Will knew it. The doctors hadn't wanted to tell him, but he had overheard it.... and had grown intensely fearful ever since. Will sighed slowly, a look of pained weariness in his eyes. He hated being so weak, so fragile....
Slowly, he straightened up, gazing across the school grounds for several moments before he turned back and headed towards his dorm. He had given them enough time, right? That dangerous-looking guy would be gone and his roommate would be... well... maybe he would be asleep or something..... Will didn't know, but he thought he had given them enough time.
By the time he reached the dorm, he was panting heavily. The next six floors up were near hell. Not only could he feel his lungs seizing up, but his legs were trembling quite severely. Will paused at the stairwell, resting one hand against a wall for a moment so that he could regain both his breath and his composure before he opened the door and entered the dorm hallway. Several doors down and he was to his own room. Feeling a little nervous, he knocked lightly and then, finally, opened the door and walked in.
What he saw knocked the bottom out from under all the hopes he had had. Not only was that dangerous guy still there, but there were... two of them? And one of them was wearing Salem's clothing. Emerald eyes widened as he gaped openly at the pair. His thick-lensed glasses slid down his nose and looked for a moment as if they might fall to the ground, but he quickly realized what was happening and pushed them back up the bridge of his nose. Now, William was most certainly not daft. Should any true Blackthorn students question his admission (after all, he was most obviously poor), he need say no more than that he was a scholarship student for he was truly that smart. He had taken the admissions test to Blackthorn and despite how difficult it was known to be, he hadn't missed a single question. In other words, his ability to absorb knowledge was incredible.
"W-what's... going on?" he asked nervously, green eyes shifting between the two faces that looked exactly the same.
The door clicked open and Pluto looked up, surprised, to find that boy there again. It was Salem's roommate. Though he was certain he had never met the boy at the residential school or anywhere else -- for, judging by the boy's clothing, Pluto could almost safely assume the boy to be a mutant since he was undoubtedly in no way rich -- and yet... he looked so incredibly familiar. It was... odd. The boy spoke and, invariably, Pluto's gaze shifted back to the transformed Salem. What should they tell this boy....?
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:40 pm
"I've felt better," Salem admitted with a half grin. To be completely honest, he wasn't feeling one hundred percent of what he could have been, but under the circumstances he wasn't doing too bad. The fact that he was calming down was a big relief, if he had stayed on edge like that for much longer he surely would have had started to lose his mind. He let his head fall forward, sighing softly as he rested his forehead against his knees. "But I'm alright," he said in a quiet voice. There was not point to raising his head anymore. He was far too tired.
His moment of relief, however, was interrupted by a soft knock against the door to his room. There was barely enough time to register what that meant before the door opened and Will stepped inside. Maybe it was because he had seen the boy become skiddish so often today, but for some reason he could already picture the look of surprise on the boys face without even having to look at him. The nervous tone of his voice confirmed his suspicions.
"It depends whose asking," Salem said after a moment, raising his head. Although he had already made it quite clear that he thought - hoped, really - that his roommate wasn't an idiot, it didn't mean he couldn't try to pull the wool over his eyes anyway. Maybe the twin thing could work after all? "Who're you suppose to be? Salem didn't say anything about inviting a four person to the party, did he Pluto?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:17 pm
Two.... there were two of the same person there. The same exact faces, same voices, same down to the last detail.... except their clothing. Of course he took them to be twins when he saw them -- how else could two people look so exactly alike? -- but the difference in their clothing was... well.... One of them was pretty finely dressed. His clothes didn't look exactly expensive or anything but they were very well taken care of while the other's were tattered and torn and patched. Then again, it could just have been a difference in taste, but..... But they were Salem's clothes. As fleeting as their meeting might have been, Will was incredibly observant. He always on his toes, always doing his best to be on top of things. His heightened sense of paranoia had always made him very aware of his surroundings -- probably overly so.
"P...party?" he asked, brow furrowed. He hated parties. Loud things in general were... bad. Particularly when it could so easily turn into some sort of bad situation..... "I'm... I'm his roommate he said slowly, brow furrowed, a small frown on his lips. One almost painfully pale hand raised to his brow to brush back some of the chocolaty bangs that obscured his features from others' prying eyes. "Why are you... wearing Salem's clothes?" he asked, uncertainty and suspicion lacing his voice.
Salem spoke and Pluto glanced over at him, a little surprised that he had decided to go with that plan after all. A... party? Well, he could just... pretend he was going to one. What with the look of the boy -- how frail and uncertain he was -- he wouldn't need to prove anything. And yet, at the same time, he felt bad for pulling one over this boy.... He looked so small and uncertain..... It was almost painful just to look at him. But perhaps that was just him? Salem didn't seem to be sharing the same sentiment. And, besides, there was that haunting familiarity about the boy. He looks so... so... familiar and yet Pluto couldn't remember ever having seen the boy before. It was so confusing.....
Bright blue sapphires glanced back over towards Salem and he shook his head slowly. "No.... I didn't hear anything of the sort," he replied with a small shrug. Despite the circumstances, his voice was still smooth as velvet.
((Just as a note, Will actually has photographic memory. It's not the most advanced case of it, but he still has it. 8D; ))
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:50 pm
So far, so good, Salem thought as he sat and listened to Will speak, but the uncertainty in his voice was a little disconcerting. Will wasn't stupid, he was certain of it now, for why else would he be questioning him like this? He could feel the others eyes on him and he felt like he was being put under a microscope, the lenses of Will's glasses were thick enough at any rate.
"Why are you... wearing Salem's clothes?"
Salem frowned. He was sure that allowing his annoyance to darken his expression was a crime against Pluto's beautiful face, but he couldn't help himself. The suspicion in Will's voice was getting on his nerves and it felt good to know that there were emotions inside of him that were still his to feel.
"Why do think?" Salem asked, not bothering to hide his temper. For some reason Pluto's voice sounded just as beautiful even when he was angry. Despite how tired he felt, Salem got to his feet and turned to face his roommate. Maybe he would go away if he confronted him directly?
"He got my clothes dirty," he began, taking advantage of what had happened when he first brought Pluto back with him. The look of fear on Will's face was suddenly very vivid in his mind's eye and he knew they boy had known exactly what he had brought Pluto there to do. "And he said I could wear his while he went to get mine cleaned. Is there a problem with that?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 4:41 pm
[[U_Sin: -HUGS- hi. XP]]
Emery thanked God that someone came and only motioned to hold Ryo tighter. He suddenly didn't care about who he was talking to or whatever, just that Ryo wouldn't get hurt.
"I-I left him for a bit," Emery stuttered out. "And I guess he took it the wrong way--or the right way, I suppose." He laughed bitterly. He didn't exactly want to give the adult the details of their relationship, but... He frowned and continued. "His powers lost control, shook everything as you saw, and he's like this." Emery's face was set straight as he turned to look to whoever was talking to him.
"Holy Cr-I mean. Mr. Bristol, sir." The headmaster was the last person Emery had expected to see ask him a simple question. Emery had thought a simple teacher would suffice.
Emery's voice darkened to a low whisper. "Will he be okay?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 5:02 pm
Bright emerald eyes widened and a bright pink flush spread across his pale cheeks. Once again, that expression of terror -- and knowing -- seemed to seep onto his countenance. It was almost pitiful how even the smallest and least vivid reference to that act was enough to fill the boy with fear. But, given his history, it was entirely understandable. Green eyes slowly moved from the other's. He couldn't look at this stranger any more. He didn't want to think about it, didn't want to think about what had happened because it would bring back those memories.
Will pressed his bright eyes shut for several moments, the pale hands at his sides slowly clenching and unclenching, a look of intense unhappiness on his features, before he finally raised his chin to survey the two once more.
Whatever suspicion had been in his eyes before had vanished, to be replaced by a looked of pain and fear. He hated... thinking about that. "R-right..." he mumbled slowly. "Sorry for... asking...." Slowly, he made his way over to his bed, giving the disguised Salem a glance that was like a deer in a headlight as he bent down to his patched and time-warn backpack, took out a small sketch pad, and quickly turned and left the room. "I... I'll just go to the library, then... tell him that....." With the expression he gave, it was almost as if he expected Salem to eat him. The quiet click as the door closed signaled his leaving.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 6:38 pm
Salem didn’t speak as his roommate quickly gathered his things and left the room, but even if he wanted to he didn’t thing he could manage it; a lump had formed at the base of his throat, making it difficult to talk around. What the hell was wrong with him? It was almost like he was feeling sorry for the guy and Salem never felt sorry for anybody. Ever.
He remained very still as Will walked past him and tried not to make eye contact. Something told him he wouldn't be able to stand it if he saw the expression on his face, terrified and betrayed - the same kind of face he had worn when he caught him coughing up blood earlier today. Oh, how their positions had changed in the past few hours, yet remained exactly the same. He remember just a short while ago that he wanted nothing more then for Pluto to leave him alone, he didn't want him to see him at his most vulnerable. He supposed that was how Will had felt when he found him.
The closed with a soft click and Salem found he no longer had the strength to stand. He sank to his knees, an uncontrollable tremour making his body quake. "This is so wrong..." Salem breathed. "Why is this happening to me?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 6:48 pm
As he watched the small teen exit the room, it was all Pluto could do to keep himself quiet. He felt such an intense pang of guilt and such a worry for the boy that he couldn't help the expression that he now wore. While Will had been in the room, he had done his best to keep his expression a blank slate... but now it was a look of intense guilt. He felt so bad for having deceived him -- even though he didn't know the boy. And besides, the look of terror on Will's face had been so gut-wrenching.... Pluto didn't ever want to see that sort of expression on anybody's face ever again.
As the door shut, Pluto exhaled a small sigh. Well, that was over... at least for now. Then, finally, dark sapphires turned towards Salem. At the other's question, he shook his head slowly, helplessly. He had no answer for the other's troubles. He didn't even know what was happening to Salem, really.....
"I hope he doesn't feel... too badly...." he murmured slowly, dark brow furrowed over his enchanting eyes. He simply didn't want to ever see such an expression of pain again, but something told him that this wasn't the last time he would see it.....
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:27 pm
"Oh," Soren said as he watched the realization play across the young boy's face, "So students do read the school newsletter after all. I lost another wager it seems." A warm smile spread across his face, though he wasn't exactly in the mood for pleasantries. The situation these two boys had placed him in was uncomfortable, not to mention dangerous. If he hadn't decided to go for a walk around campus, well, the project would have ended before it even had a chance to start.
He sighed inwardly, but kept his smile firmly in place for Emery's sake. If he remembered correctly Ryo Maio was the blond's roommate. There was no need to worry the boy any more then he already was, lest he wanted to risk another breakdown; telekinesis was one thing, but he wasn't so sure he could cover for Emery if the water in the stream beside them suddenly changed it's properties and turned corrosive or toxic. 'I owe Mr. Saunders twenty pounds,' Soren thought dejectedly.
Maybe this is a sign to quit. You're good at many things Soren, but you're a terrible gambler.
The words resounded inside his head, like an echo in a cave, but he was neither surprised nor confused by it's interruption; he should have known Tohru would be listening into his conversation. If it were anyone else, Soren would have turned to greet the person, but he knew his friend very well. Tohru wouldn't sneak up on him. So, he obviously hadn't entered the quad yet. 'Shouldn't you be concentrating more on damage control?'
This doesn't take anything away from my task.
'But you get a kick out of chastising me for my bad habits?'
There was no reply, but Soren had the sneaking suspicion that Tohru was smirking quietly to himself back at the tennis courts. He shook his head and focused his attention back on the two boys in front of him. The exchange with Tohru hadn't taken more then a few seconds so they shouldn't have noticed anything suspicious.
"It's good to see you again, Mr. Alexandria. I hope you're enjoying your first day on campus. Excluding the obvious, of course," he added with a brief look down at Ryo. "You needn't worry, though. There's nothing wrong with Mr. Maio that a good nights sleep won't cure. However," and he dropped his voice to eliminate the chance of anyone overhearing their conversation now, "I would prefer it if you reframe from mentioning your abilities so openly. There are not many mutant sympathizers in the world today and even less at Blackthorn, you must understand that. If word gets out that people like you and Mr. Maio are here well... I can't say it'll be very good for you."
Soren leaned forward and gently pried the brunet from Emery's grasp; Ryo, though average size for his age, was still too big for his roommate to carry all by himself. "Come now," he said in his normal, friendly voice as he stood up with Ryo's body cradled to his chest, "We'll bring him to the nurses office just to make sure he's alright."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:29 pm
"Somehow I'll make it up to him when he comes back," Salem said in a low voice, but even he couldn't put much faith in his own words. Not right at that moment, at least. He was so confused... He couldn't discern where one emotion, one train of thought ended and another began, or if they were even his at all. Still, he couldn't shake the word "if", as in "if he comes back", from his mind. He didn't want to think about that, not right now. There were enough problems on his plate already without adding Will to it.
"You should go," Salem said, his voice still quiet. "There's not much you can do here now."
[[Randomness: Go check out the OOC thread. I have an idea to discuss that isn't Blackthorn related. sweatdrop ]]
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 3:21 pm
Pluto nodded slowly, his dark sapphires still trained upon the closed door. So that was Salem's roommate. There was something so hauntingly familiar about the boy, and yet Pluto was nearly completely positive that he had never before seen the boy. Finally, his dark eyes fell upon Salem. At the other's words, he nodded slowly, a very pensive expression on his features.
"A-alright.... Goodbye, Salem.... See you... around," he murmured, his dark brow furrowed slightly above his sapphire orbs. Despite all that had happened, he did indeed hope to see the brunette again. After all, Salem was the only person in this school that Pluto knew he could confide in about his powers. They had each seen each other's mutations and so, at the very least, they shared that.... Besides, it was almost a given that they would be seeing each other. After all, their dorm rooms were only several doors apart.
With one last glance back towards Pluto, the dark-haired teen started towards the door. Once out in the hallway, he paused for a moment as he seemed to realize something. In that small pause, he glanced back towards the plaque by the door. "William Moore...." he read slowly, voice soft and low. And with that, he left to return to his own dorm room.
((Alright, I don't know where Pluto's dorm mate is, but he's Vincent..... So uhm, yeah.... xD;; ))
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