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 Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:48 am
It was another swim practice. Another time where he sat on the bleachers, and another time he fumed at the idea that Raziel of all people were at his school, on HIS team, making his life a living heck. Luckily, being on the bleachers, he didn't have the ability to go over and just drown the annoying brat, but instead sat and imagined what it would look like if he flooded the swimming pool with crocodiles and piranha. Once practice was over, Calder rose and went to get dressed, only getting into his swim gear since it made sense and made them look like a team, and then left with everyone else. Well, he started to, until he noticed Raz and started to slow down. He'd be damned if he walked alongside the monster, and so waited until a bit behind, meandering as he did as he made his way towards the monster dorms. A few of the students were leaving on their way to eat, to visit friends, to do homework, or go to their own dorms. There were only a few monsters in the team, and most had dispersed. It was just them now, and Calder lingered behind, glaring daggers on the boil's back. Dumb Raz. Stupid Raz. Hope-you-get-dissected Raz.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 12:56 pm
It had been a somewhat difficult practice today and Raz was enjoying the slow walk back to his room. He was planning on laying out and maybe enjoying a nice book. As he entered the monster dorms, soft plinking noises could be heard as the water dripped out of his hair and hit the hard floor. Raziel began making his way down the hall, only stopping at his door to try and find his keys.
Mumbling to himself, he searched the folds of his various clothing items in hopes that they had just gotten caught on something and he hadn't lost them.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:02 pm
The basement level of the monster dorms had a dank smell. Most students here either needed flooded rooms, dark, or lot of earth. It made for a salty, damp, musky smell that probably would have only made a pirate breath in deep. For Calder, it was comforting aside from the desire that the ponds in his room were filled again. Sadly it was dry, and he went downstairs to head off into his dorm and see about reading a book or dropping off his things before going for a run. As he did, he noticed the little drops of water pooling on the ground and the boil he had been glaring at down the hallway.
Trying NOT to pay attention, Calder held his head up high and went to pass by him, but stopped a few steps past Raziel when he noticed he was at his own dorm room. He paused, then slowly turned to look at where Raziel was standing just across the hall from him, and then frowned. He wasn't………….That wasn't his, was it?
He tried to recall who lived there but couldn't remember seeing anyone leave or enter that room before. Then again, he never really paid attention. He wasn't the type to stay in his room for too long. "Please tell me you're just visiting someone there." He asked, unable to not confirm his worst suspicions.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:18 pm
Raziel had heard footsteps in the hallway, but hadn't paid them any attention, being preoccupied with finding his keys. He was ready to be out of the hallway, after all he was still standing there in his swimming jammers. At the sound of the footsteps halting and turning round again, Raziel's ears perked up just a bit, beginning to ready himself just in case whoever it was did something.. unsavory.
At the sound of the voice however, Raziel's face turned from neutral to "what the JACK." He recognized that voice, and it wasn't one that he had forgotten. Slowly, Raz turned his head towards the voice, a thoughtful frown forming on his face.
"Uhh, no. I live here," he said it with just enough inflection that it came across as 'duh, you're an idiot for not knowing'. He looked the other monster over quickly, wondering what fresh hell would be next. He was also still missing his keys, and the thoughts were slowly forming.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:30 pm
His face dropped into a deeper frown as he was insulted and stared at Raz for a moment before flicking his attention back to his door. For him, it wasn't a matter if he had the keys, it was the swelling of his door that kept him either in or out. Popping out his keys (complete with a unicorn and a carrot keychain), he turned the lock and then pushed against the door, twisting the key just right to find that magic touch that would let him in. "Great. Bad enough you go to this school – like you couldn't decide to go anywhere else but here." HE pushed on the door again, but and with a hard shove, the door flung open, hit a pile of books and sent them topping over. Oh well. He meant to do that. Yeah.
He looked over at the boil, wet and dressed in only his swim trunks, and though of those dark nights swimming alone together in the lake. The touch of slippery skin and wet lips. "You should bring a chance of clothes next time to practice." He pointed out, as if the sight of the nearly naked boy was downright disgraceful.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:38 pm
"Oh right, because I go following you around, I'm still sooo obsessed," Raz retorted in the most sarcastic tone manageable. He still had not found his keys, and during this brief interaction he had come to a very simple conclusion.
Calder was captain of the swim team, therefore he had to clean up and lock up the pool. Raz must have left his keys at the pool, so now Calder had them, and was knowingly withholding them from Raz.
Raziel eyed Calder as he shoved open his own door, knocking down a pile of books in the process. "Good job," he scoffed, coming close to laughing harshly at the other boil. "Now, will you give me my keys back?" He looked hard at the Kelpie and reached his hand out, waiting for the keys to be dropped into his palm.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:46 pm
He gritted his teeth at both the snarky remarks and nearly laughing at him. If he couldn't drown the boil, he thought that maybe throwing him face-first into a wall would work just as well. He did have keys. Stabbing an eye out with one would work well to make him feel better. Too bad he was already in enough problem and new that strangling a fellow student to death, no matter how much of a jerk he was, wasn't tolerated. Stupid rules.
"Oh yeah, cause you’re a guy with big plans. Gotta be on your own and pave your own path." He shot back, about to step into his own room when Raz insinuated he had his keys. Of all the things! "Why would I have your stupid keys?" If Raziel thought he just went around taking keys because he NEEDED them then he was about to stomp on that boil's feet. "You probably lost them."
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:51 pm
He really didn't care about the opinion of the other boil, and couldn't be bothered to try and end him. That was too much effort when it was so easy to push his buttons and make him mad. Raziel instead preferred the continuous punishment of insults.
"Better to be on my own than hung up on the past!" He snorted in response to Calder. The nerve.
"I didn't lose them. I had them at practice, and probably left them sitting on the bleachers. You are the team captain, the last to leave, and you probably picked them up knowing that I would come back looking for them and then be stuck, locked out of my room. So give them to me, now." The last word came out with a slight growl behind it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:00 pm
That was it! OHhhhh, he forgot how annoying he was. How in the world he ever thought that was sexy was beyond him. Throwing his gym bag into his room, Calder whipped around to glare at the shorter boy. "Oh PLEASE! Don't even start to act like you were the best fish in the sea. Your snotty little attitude proves that much." He huffed, tail swishing quickly behind him as if trying to bat away an annoying pest that was buzzing nearby.
Stepping closer, he looked DOWN at the shorter boy. Oh, he knew that always pissed Raz off. Calder used to bend down and try to make himself smaller for him, but it was just SO MUCH MORE FUN when he could do this now. That up-on-a-pedestal look he gave just made him want to punt him down the hallway. "I'm not your keeper, Raz. I wasn't paying attention to YOU during the swim team. I have much more important things to do to take up my oh-so valuable time." To which he rose up and flicked his hair, turning about and heading back to his open door. "And don't go ordering me around. You're not my master." He stepped into his room, leaving the door open, and went to pick up some of his books.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:10 pm
"Well obviously I was pretty DAMN good if you're so hung up and frustrated over it!" There was no way that he was going to let Calder even begin to think that he could win a battle of insult against Raz. No chance in jacking hell.
That was when Calder started to play dirty. He had stepped forward and was looming over Raziel like a parent over their disobedient child. Raziel hated when others did that, it only compounded how short he was compared to most. He was growing slightly warmer with rage at this point, and would have let a fist fly if he didn't know better.
"Yea, more 'important' things to do, like sitting on the bench looking sad and pathetic because you can't control yourself!" Raziel said, louder as Calder turned away into his room. Calder hadn't shut the door, and Raziel decided to take advantage of this, playing dirty as well. In all his barely dressed glory, Raz followed boldly into Calder's room, fully expecting to find rainbows and sparkly unicorn posters.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:25 pm
Calder's room was rather plain. He had a bookshelf, a few romance novels in a small tower by his bathtub, which served as a bed, and two empty ponds. A few patches of clover, moss, and flowers grew here and there in the damp. There were chests and wicker baskets that he kept his things in, and some crayons and paper he had set on the ground when bored to color. He had been rather bored this week. All the incriminating things were hidden. The dirty mags were slipped in several books while his unicorn collect was hidden in his closest, a shrine to his favorite professor. He was smart enough not to have that out in the open. Still, directly trespassing into his room was a big no-no, and he shot up when he noticed that Raz was still there, stepping into HIS room, and insulting HIM on self control. He just had ENOUGH of this. It was not the week for his ex-boilfriend to be prodding him after all the stuff he was going through right now.
"Control myself? CONTROL MYSELF?" He dropped the books he was picking up and stormed over, ears back and nostrils flaring. "You REALLY want to push the issue of control, Raz? Do you REALLY want to push that button?" His green eyes were darkening, and one hoof pawed the ground, daring the boil to keep pulling his reign like that. "I don't want you in here. I don't trust you as far as I can throw you, and if you keep standing in here, I'll show you how far that is." And his eyes said that he wanted Raz to just go that far.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:34 pm
It was working like a charm, Raz was definitely on top, easily winning this insulting battle. Raz only raised an eyebrow in interest as Calder stormed over to him. It was difficult to keep from smirking in dastardly glee.
"You barely have control of yourself right now, I'd say it's hardly my issue, but you should probably get that checked out."
Raz knew full well that he wasn't very large and Calder would have no problem lifting him and probably tossing him a good distance. What wouldn't be so simple is doing that to a body that was opposing you, rather than letting you lift them.
"I'd like to see you try." Those were fighting words, and things could only get worse from here.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:40 pm
Control was, in all honesty, a problem he was facing right now, but he was making the effort to control himself. However, when someone deliberately asked for trouble, well, they would get it. More than happy to answer that call, Calder grinned back, and while his teeth weren't lined with sharp little daggers, it was sinister in its intent.
"Oh, I'd say it's your problem too." And he reached over and went to pick up the smaller, shorter monster. Seeing as Raz really had nowhere to run, his room was locked, and it was Calder's room, he was more than happy to try and get the boy. Maybe he'd "accidentally" step on him. Wouldn't that be a shame?
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 5:47 pm
In that moment Raz was reminded exactly how creepy Calder's smile was and a slight shiver ran down his spine. Ick. He wondered how he had ever managed to find that smile endearing, even for a moment.
His eyes widened ever so slightly at Calder's words, and as he moved, Raziel had to think quickly. As he was being raised off the ground, Raziel reached out for anything to grab onto. His hands managed to find something, not the best hold, but it would do, it was the door handle to Calder's closet. Raziel also began to flail his legs in an effort to make himself as difficult to handle as possible.
"Just give me my keys you crazy water horse!" He half screamed, half growled at Calder.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 6:05 pm
Calder felt the failing rather exciting, and reached to find some hold he could get to pull the boil off the ground. All he needed to do was get a good hold and lift him off. Once he had no footing, he would be rather helpless. He already knew he could lift him, having carried the boil often when they were together. It was the grip part he was working with. While kelpie's were rather adhesive to keep their riders from falling off, it was hard to grab the monster all the same. When he did feel he had a hold, he started to pull.
"Oh, come now! You wanted this SOOOO Badly! Sneaking into my room and demanding my attention!" He teased, pulling hard to pry the boil off his door. The closet door creaked, rattling with the abuse, before it popped open causing them both to fall back.
The closet was, tidy, in order, and set with a small chest that held upon it a collecting of frowning unicorn plushies, an alabaster doll, a Hellma doll that was now stabbed with a few sharp instruments, and an odd assortment of items. A pencil he swiped from Alabaster's desk. A few marked papers from Lit. class that had some comments in the margins (wasn't his cursive gorgeous!), and a hair he was sure was the were-unicorns that he may or may not have taken off his chair. He also had found a water bottle that the professor had been drinking that "mysteriously disappeared" from his sight (his lips had been on it!). There was also a little stand where Calder kept reserved for the man's pipe if he could get it. There was also a scrapbook, closed, resting on the table.
Groaning, Calder reached out to wrap his arms around the boil to get a hold on him at last.
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