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 Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 6:32 pm
Most of the students at Hillworth were still home for the holidays, which made the whole campus a great deal more peaceful and quiet than it normally was - fitting, for a time of the year that promoted peace and goodwill. The 'goodwill' part of the equation was a bit up for debate as far as this school was concerned, though. Simon still managed to attract a little bit of riffraff, at the very least, but for the most part things were still a lot more calm than they normally were.
And yet, despite the fact he could just as safely relax anywhere else, Simon still found himself drawn to the library. Probably because it still registered in his mind as a relatively safe haven and he'd get anxious trying to relax anywhere else. His roommates had gone home for the holidays, so there could always have been his dorm... but then, he didn't know whether or not Elzo was around. The library was the most risk-free option.
Or so he thought.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 6:38 pm
Demy had stayed behind, vastly preferring the little electric tree in his room to whatever awaited him at home. Z was good company, and the campus was relatively quiet. All in all it was a great time to be at Hillworth.
But, as usual, he was far too energetic to stay cooped up for long, and at every chance he escaped his room and went on a hellbent journey to run in the cold outside before his roomie found him and dragged him back inside. Today's journey brought him on a mini sidequest to the library. Afterall...Z would -never- look for him here.
Quiet was not something he knew how to do, and so it was with a chorus of "DINGDINGDINGDADINGDINGDING" that the blonde burst into the 'quiet' library and ran around. Surely no one would be here, right?
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:12 pm
It was like nails on a chalkboard.
As in, the noise actually made Simon's noise hitch up and his jaws clench the moment it started with the blonde's busting through the door, in the same way people did when someone dragged their fingernails down a surface to make that unholy screeching sound. And then it just didn't stop, the sanctity of peace ruined by the punctuated, squeaky call of the rare but unfortunately invasive Demetri Wright.
Simon had his eyes screwed shut, he was hunched over the table he was sitting at, hoping the noise would just taper off and disappear as abruptly as it started. When it didn't, though, he managed to wrench his eyes back open, slowly but surely straighten his posture and look around for the source of the sound.
Eventually he caught sight of a mass of blonde hair -- thankfully not his cheerleading captain's, he was gone for the holidays -- and tilted his head a bit, trying to make out where he'd seen him before. Probably in the hallway, and just generally around. He seemed like a bit of a... character.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:56 pm
Anyone looking for peace and quiet knew better than to look for it anywhere within a couple miles of one Demetri Wright. He didn't -do- quiet. Quiet was boring! Uneventful! Lame! Hell even his sleep was riddled with offkey sleep-singing and the occasional tumble to the floor as he tried to activate his dream star-power.
Today though, today was simply invade the library doing the YES dance day. Awesome. Unfortunately (for Simon, that is), it didn't take Demy very long to get the idea to make sure there wasn't anyone else in here.
"HelloooOOOoooooo?"
Scramble here, scramble there, peer under a book... Hrm, the coast seemed clear! But perhaps hopping onto a table for a better look would be in ord---
Hello, what was this?
"Dude like...what the heck are you doing in here? It's the holidays man, don't tell me you're studying!"
Zip! Right to Simon's side to get a look at whatever it was he was doing. Only losers studied on Christmas vacay (though Demy thought studying at all was kinda lame).
Know him? Eh, the kid looked kind of familiar, but Demy was more interested in finding out what he was up to at the moment rather than who he was.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 9:32 pm
When the ding-ding-ding-da-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding finally stopped, it was enough for even someone like Simon to let out an exasperated sigh of relief, grateful to breathe air that was clear and devoid of noise pollution (though still choked a bit with the scent of dust) once again. This only lasted for about ten seconds, after which the blonde continued his vocal assault on the library once again, first with a too-loud, drawn-out hello that panned across the room --
-- and then, fast as a blink, the very same voice was yammering into his ear. Simon flinched. He hadn't been poring over books, but idly fiddling with a few scraps of paper, folding them into a fleet of tiny boats. One of them was absentmindedly brushed off the table, sent sailing off its edge to crash into the floor.
"Um... I... n-nothing, really," he said. He was giving the other boy a slightly strained look, that was passively, quietly trying to convey that they were in a library and it might be a good idea to keep their voices down even if it was the holidays and the staff being was just a microscopic hair more lax than usual. "Just... sitting, I guess."
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:22 pm
"Sitting huh? Looks like you're sitting -and- folding paper boats. That's two things bucko, not just the one you named. Holding out on me are ya? Hrmmm? HRMMMM?"
The poor crashed little boat had been snatched up by the blonde, and now found itself waved in front of Simon's face. Mostly as emphasis on certain words....or simply waved around to look like he was making some kind of dramatic point.
He really wasn't.
"You see.....dude what's your name? I'm Demy by the way, you've probably heard of me and if you haven't you should have, anyways mister whatever your name is this is winter break. Break. As in no schoolwork, no teachers, no classes, and definitely no Killingworth. So exactly -why- are you wasting it in the library here when you could be outside? Or playing games? Or doing the YES?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 8:59 pm
His attempt at reminding Demy of the library's rules with only his eyes was doomed from the start. Simon's face fell a bit as the capsized little boat was waved in front of him as the other boy continued to yammer on and on and on at a volume that was better suited for communicating with people across an intersection. He managed to pitch in a hesitant, quiet "Simon--" in the abysmally tiny space of time he'd been allowed to speak in, but then it was back to getting his ear chewed off again until...
Wait.
The what?
"The... the y-yes?" he asked, baffled.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 6:44 am
Simon was quickly being introduced to the fact that Demy had no concept of speaking quietly. It went hand in hand with the -other- fact that he also had no concept of personal space.
"Yes Simon!"
See he -had- been listening.
"Well yes Simon as in...The Yes. s**t man you dunno how to do it? That's okay, I'll teach you!"
Being taught -anything- by Demy was usually a horrifying thought. This particular thing should be even more horrifying. But Simon wasn't given much of a chance to ponder over it before Demy stopped back to demonstrate.
He was dancing...if one wanted to call it that. He also looked like he was having fun doing his seizure-like dance so that was good right? Right! But it didn't last too overly long before he slowed down to explain.
"Okay look man, there's even words to remember it. You can get this!"
Four words even, spoken as he did the moves to correspond with them.
"Work" earned a hand in the air.
"Beat" came with that hand tapped against his own chest.
"Fierce" saw that same hand thrown back.
And finally "Sound" ended the dance with the hand pointing to the floor.
Demy went through it a final time with the words, then sped back up. Oh Simon, exactly -what- have you gotten yourself into?
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:46 am
At the other boy's horrifying flailing episode that he was trying to pass off as dancing, in the library, Simon did what any individual even a hair more sane than Demy would do: he stared. He stared, absolutely baffled and more than a little afraid, as the blonde kept on with his demonstration, finally slowing down his spasmodic dance for just a few seconds to break it down into steps for him.
He was in such shock it took an embarassing few seconds for Simon to realize he had left his jaw hanging open.
He was speechless. This was... this was a dance? Simon had dealt with a fair amount of humiliation from being on the cheerleading squad, but it all looked completely dignified when held up to... to that.
"Um..."
Simon had to say something. Demy's glowstick-green eyes were gleaming, begging for feedback and praise.
"That... that's..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 7:51 pm
"It's AWESOME and you're going to join me! Cmon man! Get up, up up up!"
It was then that Simon would learn that staring at Demy was not the best choice. The blank confused look simply opened a glorious window of opportunity that the blonde was all too eager to seize. Moving forward he nabbed Simon's arms and waved them in the air.
"Let's do the fork in the garbage disposal! Cmon man it's easy! DING DING DA DING DING DING!"
If Simon had thought the other part of the dance was bad...this was at least 10xs worse. Demy's voice was back on 'loud as hell' volume, and his hands were still directing Simon's in the art of waving around like a crazy lunatic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:42 pm
Simon honestly had no choice in the matter. Before the concept of protesting could even form in his mind Demy had grabbed him by the wrists and wrenched him upward -- Simon was the taller of the two by a good few inches, but somehow he still managed. Demy's voice was even more painful when it was straight in his ear, while he was having his arms shaken around and being forced to disjointedly spin around as best as the blonde could manage.
Simon realized something very important while this was going on.
This boy was no Elzo Xanis, and he was no Franz St. Germaine, either. No, he was an entire league of his own.
Demy Wright was Elzo and Franz combined.
He groaned pitiably, wanting desperately off this library tilt-a-whirl from hell.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:15 pm
"Why do you sound so miserable man? This is awesome! Cmoooon! Ding ding ding dah ding ding ding!!!"
Thankfully, the part with Demy yanking Simon around lasted only a few more 'dings' before the blonde finally let him go. In reality the groaning boy was throwing off his groove! If he wanted to save this particular dance, he was going to have to ditch the dead weight.
That finished, he could continue on uninhibited.
"If you'd -lighten up- you'd find yourself enjoying this day ya know? Cmoooon man, live a little!"
Or dance and make a fool out of yourself. That is what Demy considered 'living'.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:39 am
This was not awesome. Simon would almost, almost take Franz trying to rape him against the bookshelf over this. Almost. Really, Demy's aggressive dance lesson was only the tiniest bit of an improvement from that because although Simon was feeling extremely uncomfortable, it wasn't quite to the point where he was feeling that violated. Which also meant that Demy wasn't going to get him to dance out of fear of being violated, but that wasn't important right now; the force with which Demy had "let him go" had made his ill-fitting glasses drop off of his face.
With a sigh that suggested he wasn't going to stop feeling miserable anytime soon, Simon descended the long distance between himself and the library's hardwood floor, looking and feeling around for his eyewear. He was really hoping that Demy's obliviously continued dancing hadn't knocked them under a shelf. Or that they wouldn't end up getting stepped on; the frames had already been half-replaced by tape at this point and he wasn't so sure they could be salvaged with more.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 9:51 am
Geeeeze this kid was a piece of work. Why the hell was he so miserable? It was a great day outside, and currently he was in the presence of Demy the -awesome-! Surely that'd cheer anyone up right? Riiiiight?
Apparently not.
For once, the hyperactive blonde was actually -paying attention- while going through his crazy dance, and as poor poor Simon descended to look for his glasses Demy danced over closer.
"See man, if you'd been having fun I bet you wouldn't have lost theeeese!"
He mixed a nice little dip right into his dance routine and nabbed the glasses right off the floor, no worse for wear than when they had fallen right off Simon's face. Thankfully the tape would not be needed, this time.
"Looking for something hrmmm?"
Demy waved the glasses and danced back a few steps, grinning the whole way. Oh Simon, did you just provide one excitable Demy Wright with a whole new game?
Yes....yes you have.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 3:52 pm
The moment Demy made his squeaky, dragged-out announcement of his acquisition of Simon's glasses, the taller boy's head shot up to look -- and banged loudly into the table above him. Hurt, humiliated, and somewhat guilty for having erroneously made such a loud noise in the library, he shakily brought himself back up to a standing position and watched somewhat helplessly as Demy danced away with his eyewear.
Part of him really wanted to just give up and let the other boy have them, but... he needed those to read. And it wasn't like he could henshin up in the middle of class to take advantage of the improved eyesight his senshi form granted him.
Sigh.
"Could..." he meekly started, walking in gingerly-taken steps towards where Demy was inventing a new part of the YES with Simon's glasses. "C-could you p-p-please g-give those b-b-back...?"
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