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 Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 9:23 pm
 "Nathan.... Nathan please..." Nicohlas tried to softly speak to his brother as they stood in the hallway. The elder Montibello had a highly displeased frown on his face as he ran a comb through Nicholas' hair.
"Just sit still a moment longer. I am nearly done." Nathan said as he dug a small travel size bottle of hair gel. Nathan squirted a thin line of gel along the tines of the comb, then resumed brushing his brothers hair back. "You did brush this morning didn't you?" Nathan asked as he lightly tugged on a small snarl.
Nicohlas' face had gradually gone up the scale from pink to a rather bright red as hie brother would fuss over the state of his hair. "Yes. Of course I did. I brush ev-ow! Nathan that hurt." He muttered when the snarl was located and tugged upon.
"Perhaps if you spent a little more time grooming yourself and less sewing you would not have these snarls." Nathan admonished him. He took a step back to look over his brothers curly hair. Tucking the comb into his pocket, he shook his head a little. "I do not know where you got those curls from. Perhaps after school we should go get them trimmed before they start getting out of control again."
Nicohlas could not lift his eyes from his lap. he folded his fingers over some of the books on his knees and muttered softly. "I don't want my hair cut again. I like it long enough to twirl while I read."
Nathan shook his head a little, then reached out to lightly tip his brothers chin upwards. "Do not sulk Nico. Maybe we'll just get a little trim, to keep the bangs out of your eyes. They are too pretty to hide." He murmured softly. Nico's cheeks lost the edge of crimson and faded more towards pink.
"Allright then...a trim...but...your going to be late to your class Nathan, you still need to get to your locker." Nicohlas reminded his brother. The dark haired boy glanced at a watch on his wrist and gave a small sigh.
"Very well then. I shall see you at third period." Nathan agreed. Nicohlas leaned back in his chair as he watched his brother walk off down the hall with a small degree of relief. He waited for Nathan's to disappear around a corner before reaching his hands up to ruffle through his hair and muss it lightly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 11:53 pm
 Ciaran had been doing his best the last few weeks. He was settling in, sort of. This city wasn't anything like his previous home. And the school was huge. There were so many people! Yet, he only knew the other guys on the basketball team, and Koorie, though he hadn't seen the spunky, cold girl in some time. Suffice to say, Ciaran was pretty lonely about now. There weren't many kids his age at the church his family was attending now. Somehow that didn't surprise him. Religion didn't seem to be too popular anymore.
But Ciaran wouldn't give up. He was still... relatively new here, and people only just seemed to be getting over the fact he was over 6 feet tall. The basketball coach said more girls had been watching the games since Ciaran joined the team, and the other guys all said it was a good thing! Ciaran was a chick magnet! Whatever that was. But he really hadn't gotten to know anyone in his classes. He was walking down the hall towards his next class when he saw fairly tall, dark haired boy fussing with the hair of a smaller kid in a wheelchair. He hung back, not sure what was going on. He didn't want to intrude on the conversation. But finally, the taller boy left, and Ciaran felt it was ok to pass by. Though he caught the kid messing with his hair after the other had left, and Ciaran couldn't help but chuckle a little.
"Dinna care fer 'ow 'e did yer hair?" He asked softly of the boy. The kid looked pretty young. He wondered if this was a freshman, and maybe the older boy was his brother? He wonders for a moment before asking "D'ya need 'elp gett'n somewhere?" He wasn't sure that he'd be good at showing the kid where anything was, but it never hurt to offer?
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 12:33 pm
It was always embarrassing when Nathan had his fits. That is what Nicohlas called them, they tended to happen after their parents visited or called. Which worried Nico if perhaps they had indeed called and he had not been forewarned. Or was it to do with Helena? Finding out she was nathan's intended could have disturbed his inner peace enough that he had to focus on Nicohlas again? Their parents meddling in his life in but another way forced Nathan to find some way to establish his own control in some manner. Nicohlas assumed that was what he was then. His outlet for control?
The mere inner workings of these confusing thoughts kept Nicohlas distracted enough that he was not aware of the tall red head's presence until he spoke. Looking up, Nicohlas found himself looking at a neckline when he was normally looking at a face. His pale eyes drifted upwards while a surprised expression flashed across his face. Wow... this girl was super tall.
Wait.
That wasn't a girls voice. This was a boy. A super pretty boy. Just like a bishonen! Nicohlas's lips curled upwards into a faintly pleased smile as he answered the boys observations. "I don't like my hair flat, it feels heavy on my head and drives me to distraction when I am trying to listen to the teacher." He explained. Nathan may have liked his hair well groomed and perfectly brushed and sprayed into place. Nicohlas preferred to let the wavy locks sway in each passing breeze. Nico's eyes glanced up and down the halls as he considered the red heads offer. Well, it would be rude to just start a conversation and then leave right?
"Well, the door to my next class always get's stuck on me. If you don't mind opening it and holding it I would really appreciate that." He suggested while placing his hands on his chair's wheels. Giving it a slight push he started to roll down to the elevator. "My name is Nicholas, what is yours?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 3:14 pm
Ciaran let out a soft laugh at the boys response. Flat hair indeed. "Well, can't 'ave ya getting distracted, aye? Ne'r a good thin." He looked down the halls then back to Nico. "Name's Ciaran." He gave a small nod of his head in greeting before following Nicolas to the elevators. He walked beside the boy, then wondered if it was ok to actually use the elevator. He himself had no reason to be in it. He wasn't in need. But he followed the boy on all the same.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 10:48 pm
"My name is Nicohlas. It's really nice to meet you Ciaran." He answered as he rolled along. When they reached the elevator, Nicohlas paused at the button panel and fished out the special key he had been given to grant him access to the elevator. Inserting it, he twisted it to the side and pressed the call button. Once the little arrow lit up, he withdrew the key and tucked it back into his pocket. A moment later a soft chime sounded and the doors parted. Nico rolled inside, then waited for Ciaran to step in beside him before he pushed the third button on the panel. "I appreciate your company Ciaran...are you new around here? I don't think I've seen you in the halls before."
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 4:41 pm
Ciaran laughed slightly as the boy offered his name again. Maybe that was his fault for not greeting the boy by name. "Tis a pleasure, Nicohlas." He answered, stepping in the elevator behind the kid. "Ah, aye. only been 'ere a coupla weeks. 'Ad ta get classes shuffled about too. Kinda feels like m'first day all o're again." He laughed slightly as the elevator started going up.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 8:51 pm
There we go. Now it felt like a more proper meeting. Nicohlas smiled as he sat back in his chair and waited for the elevator to come to a stop. " I can imagine how turned around you must feel right now." The doors opened once more with the musical sound, and Nico pushed on the wheels of his chair to roll on out. "You have a very strong accent, you must have come from a place real far away. Are things different here then where you came from?" He asked curiously.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 3:26 am
"Different? I'll say. The school 'ere 'as more kids than my 'ole town 'ad people!" He laughed. "But isn't all bad, ya know? Meetin new folks n'all. N bein on the school basketball team 'as been great. Dinna 'ave a team at th'school I went ta b'fore." Ciaran walked happily a step behind Nicohlas's wheelchair. He wanted to ask if he was a freshman, but refrained. He realized he should be keeping his eyes open for his new classroom. It was on this floor, if he recalled. He sort of wished that the school had placed him in the right class the first time. Changing classes, after already being the new kid was really sort of embarrassing.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 8:06 am
Nicohlas marveled a little over that. More kids in the school then in his whole town? He had to have come from someplace very small then. "Well I am glad that you are liking it. There is nothing worse then disliking a situation you can't do anything about." His head gave a small bob as he slowly coasted through the thinning crowd of kids. It was getting close to bell time and most of the other students seemed to have drifted into their classrooms to socialize for the last few minutes. "I will have to stop and watch you in a practice sometime. I am sure Nathan will not mind the delay for a few minutes." Nicohlas paused before a door and nodded his head at it. "Here, this is my class. The door sticks halfway , I think it's because a tile is warped or something, so it gives me a real hard time when I try to push it open and push my chair."
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 4:48 pm
Ciaran chuckled a little. He hadn't been too fond of the idea of moving, but there wasn't anything he could do about it, so he tried to make the best of it. And after settling in, he was liking it well enough. It was still really different then what he was used to though. "I'd love ta see ya at the practice. Or ev'n at some of the games. Can ya b'lieve it? I've only been 'ere a few weeks, 'n they already 'ave me in the games."
Stopping at the door, he nodded and hurried to open the door and stand aside for Nico. Ciaran was about to say something more when he caught the number on the door. He blinked a moment and fished out the new schedule he'd been given, the one with his updated classes. Fancy that. He was actually in this class. There was a faint smile on his face as he waited for Nicohlas to enter.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 9:07 pm
"You must have a knack for the game if they already have you playing in them." Nicholas admired Ciaran with just a small degree of envy. He would have loved to play basketball for the school, of course being so small he probably would have gotten knocked down a lot. Of course, since the strange development lately that had given him back the ability to walk... it was really hard to look around himself now and not have that thought. If he transformed, he could just walk to class. If he transformed he could play sports. If he transformed he could take the stairs like everyone else. Sadly, with the transformation came those large obvious wings..and of course the outfit. There was no hiding that, and honestly...it would have been taking advantage of the gift he had.
Nicohlas realized he had slipped into the room, and he turned to smile at Ciaran. "Thanks for the help. I hope your not late to your class because of me."
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 10:10 pm
Ciaran was oblivious to the boy's inner thoughts. But when he mentioned being late he shook his head. "I won't be, trust me." He smiled with an almost knowing quirk to his lips. As Nicohlas rolled towards his seat, Ciaran approached the teacher with his schedule still in hand. The bell rang and Ciaran and the teacher were still talking in hushed tones for a moment longer before the stout old woman addressed the class.
"We have a new student. This is ... Ah... Key-ah-ran..." She butchered his name.
"Kai-ran." He corrected softly. The teacher shot him a hard glance over her coke-bottle glasses.
"Ah, yes, of course. Cairan. Well, go on and introduce yourself while I figure out where you sit." The teacher pulled out a seating chart.
Ciaran turned his eyes to the class and felt self conscious all over again. "'Ello. 'M Ciaran Archer. 'M family moved 'ere from Ireland." He gave basic information about himself while everyone stared at him. Finally, he stopped talking. Still, standing beside the stout woman trying to find a seat for him, he felt like a giant all over again. She wasn't even up to his shoulders.
"Oh yes. There's an empty seat in front of Nicholas Montibello. Raise your hand, Nicohlas. Cairan, sit in front of him." That sent a wave of guilt through Ciaran. He was too tall! No one would see past him! But he said nothing and nervously moved to sit down after getting his schedule back from the teacher, and she started her lecture.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 12:00 am
Nicohlas left Ciaran at the front of the class and rolled down to his seat. Due to his wheelchair, Nico had been given a seat along the wall. He carefully maneuvered himself behind the desk that did not quiet reach him. He was too far from the desk to write on it, but he could place his open book on it so he could follow along while taking notes on a clip board balanced on the arm of his chair.
When the bell rang, and Nico noticed Ciaran was still present, he could not suppress his smile. So they had a class together? How nice! He beamed up at the boy as the teacher made a horrible butchery of his name. He knew how that could be. Many teachers seemed to forget there was a H in the middle of his name after all. He continued to smile though, and listened intently as the red head would explain a bit about himself. He was clearly very interesting!
When the teacher directed Ciaran to the empty spot in front of him, Nicohlas lifted his hand and waved cheerfully to the approaching boy. It did not occur to him until Ciaran sat down that there might be a proble. Slowly his silver eyes lifted up the fountain of red hair before him. Looking up at the back of Ciaran's head, he could not help but grin faintly. Taking a sheet of paper from his notebook, he began to write as the teacher started in on the lesson. Casually he wrote 'Maybe you should try out for Football next. Your a very good blocker.' smile
Nico waited for the teacher to turn her attention elsewhere before taking the folded note and gently poking it at the back of Ciaran's arm for him to take.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:41 pm
Ciaran tried paying attention. He was taking notes, trying to catch up. It was always a struggle to get into a class after it already started. But when he felt the note poke his arm, he turned to look at Nicohlas before taking the note. He read it, and felt completely guilt-ridden that the other couldn't see past him. He slumped a little in his seat, though it wasn't nearly enough for Nico to see passed him.
He sort of missed that it was a joke, and thought for a moment about football. Though what he thought of was what others called soccer. Oh, he knew he wouldn't do well at that at all.
When the bell rang, Ciaran turned to Nicohlas. "'Ey... sorry."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 8:32 pm
He had expected Ciaran to stifle a giggle and perhaps return the note. It perplexed him some that the other would slouch so in his seat. Well...the class was in session. Nico should have been listening as well. He could not see what was being written on the board, so he just took verbal notes. Jotting down things he hoped were going to be useful for studying later on.
When the bell ran, he was in the process of packing up his books when Ciaran turned to him. He glanced up, blinking in surprise for a moment. "Sorry? For what?" He asked with slight confusion.
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