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 Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 7:57 pm
 Ethan doesn't come from a rich background. In fact, is odd style in painting and his 'powers' are the only reason he's here! He's perhaps one of the only students with an ordinary budget-style dorm.
But hey, at least he's making the best of it!Lock spends little to no time in his small room, opting instead to sleep in the massive study that used to be the dining room. He does, however, sleep there occasionally, when he has company of course.
His room is a little too much like the ones from his old academy. Lightly furnished and not very flashy, he is very happy with his room, and hates it when anyone moves anything.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 8:23 pm
๑۩۞۩๑ Σthan ωilhelm  ๑۩ﺴ Some shadows have more depth. ﺴ۩๑ Ethan walked down a sidewalk, tugging his jacket over his chest a little and shivered. He wasn't used to this cold weather, back in Texas it was summer all the time, even during Christmas. His clear blue eyes were on the sidewalk, he wasn't focused on where he was going, he just wanted to get to his room and cuddle against his soft blankets. The very idea warmed him up a bit.
Then whack!
Ethan stumbled backwards and looked up in surprise to see a business man on his phone. The man nearly dropped his phone, and that really made him angry. He looked to be in his sixties, but he was also a CEO type, so there was no doubt he was snarly. The business man lowered his phone and barked profanities at Ethan, stuff that even made passer-byers wince. At first Ethan was appalled and shocked, but slowly he grew angry and infuriated. He yelled back at the man. He wasn't sure if it was because of his rage, but time was zooming now.
He blinked and the scenery changed to him on his bed with an open Anatomy and Physiology book before him with half-done homework papers scattered everywhere. He blinked again to register what happened. In the midst of his confusion, he noticed his TV on with a news report talking about one of the head directors of a company getting into a terrible train wreck.
It was the man from earlier.
The scene changed again and Ethan found himself alone in a classroom with a worried looking teacher standing in front of him.
'That creature just stares at you from a distance. Like a shadow.' the teacher murmured and glanced past Ethan every other minute, making him tense. 'Are you sure you're all right?'
Ethan opened his mouth to talk, but right before he could speak the scenery changed to him next to an open door. The hallways were dark except for the open door and the light pouring out of it. School must've been long closed.
'Poor Fred.' he could make out an elder woman say. 'To lose all those papers right when he finished grading them... That's got to be just the worst luck.' Ethan felt his heartbeat steadily rise. Was this his fault? It sure felt that way. He looked up to leave and try to piece things together...
...But there, a few feet away from him, was two glowing read eyes glued to him.~~~Ethan screamed and sat up. Everything was dark, just like his dream. He quickly turned on the lamp. No, it wasn't his dream anymore, it was his dorm room. He looked around warily in case he might find the red eyes anyway, fortunately he didn't. Just a dream. No, it wasn't. It was worse.
They were memories.
Ethan rose from his bed and ran a hand through his damp hair and his sweaty face. His white V-neck was drenched with cold sweat. He needed something to relax, he needed the only thing he ever truly loved. Ethan strode into the kitchen area and the small table next to it, where a basket of oranges waited patiently for him. He hastily grabbed the fruit and shakily began peeling it open.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 8:44 pm
✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵ "How long have you been having flashbacks?" asked a voice from the table, one lightly accented with something Asian and incredibly deep. Golden eyes stared up at the boy, observing his every move.~~Thirty minutes earlier~~Lock sighed as he approached his new dorm, his bored eyes looking it over. "How droll," he mumbled to himself, shifting his violin case to his other hand just before his hand got tired. Approaching the door, he unlocked it with his new key and strode inside, looking around. It was...quaint. Small, not very well-furnished, so obviously not a female. Pictures were on the wall, and one person kept coming up. He looked around 18 in every picture, too old to be his new dormmate. The next youngest was around 15 in each picture, and based off of the lighting, he was most likely the Ethan Wilhelm Lock would be living with.
The Korean set his case on a table lightly, still looking around. He made his way into the hall, looking into the bedrooms. In one, he spied a young man, the young on from the pictures. Smirking with satisfaction, he watched the boy cry out and jostle. No nightmare could be that moving, no matter how real. Flashback, obviously.
Spinning on his heel, he left the hall, wandering into the living room. Oh dear, more pictures. These weren't of people though. They were of fruits! Oranges, to be specific. Oh wait, that one's a clementine. He tilted his head, deciding that his dormmate had an obsession with the citrus. he turned to continue wandering the small dorm, stopping in the kitchen.
Sitting at the table, he counted backwards from five, smirking as he heard the young man leave his bed and enter the kitchen. By the time Ethan had turned to face him, Lock's smirk had grown, his intelligent gold eyes observing his short dormmate. "How long have you been having flashbacks?" he asked, tilting his head in fake curiosity. Of course he knew how long, but he wasn't about to scare the short boy too much more.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 9:08 pm
๑۩۞۩๑๑۩ﺴ Some shadows have more depth. ﺴ۩๑ After a minute Ethan dropped his arm from his face, a deflated fruit in his hand. Pulp and juice dripped from his sharp chin and that plus the euphoric look in his clear eyes gave him a vampiric appearance.
He could already feel his worries leave him and be replaced by the vitamins his body quickly absorbed. He clicked his tongue, savoring the tangy flavors he loved so.
But enough about that. Ethan blinked out of his state and tilted his head back. His shirt was getting cold, and the dripping juice wasn't helping. He turned around to find a napkin...
And saw a man eyeing him carefully.
Ethan yelped and jumped back, pressing the palms of his hands against the edge of the table, nearly tipping the entire thing over. "Wh-Who are you?" he breathed while trying to keep a steady grasp on the table. And how did he know about his flashbacks?
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 9:13 pm
✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵In less than three seconds, Lock had the boy pinned to the wall, his fingers holding Ethan's chin up so they were eye to eye, his other hand pinning Ethan's left above his head. "You really don't know who I am? That's new," he practically purred, their lips less than an inch apart. Suddenly, he released his dormmate, sitting on a chair. "Lock Han, your new dormmate, as it were. I know who you are. Ethan Wilhelm. Am I correct? No need to answer, I know I am. Your fingers give it away."
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 9:40 pm
๑۩۞۩๑๑۩ﺴ Some shadows have more depth. ﺴ۩๑ Ethan gasped out as he was slammed against the wall. He looked up to see why he couldn't move, and not only did he find himself pinned strongly against the wall, but the man was dangerously close to his face! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!! He didn't roll that way! ...Did he? He wasn't too sure, honestly. He liked girls, obviously, but he never put much consideration in his orientation because of -
Wait a second, how'd the guy know his name? And what did his fingers have to do with anything? They were just trembling!
Ethan slowly lowered his arms to his side, clamping his fingers around his sore left wrist. "I... What are you even doing here? How'd you get in?" he asked in a shaky tone, obviously too shaken up to absorb the words the other man said. He glanced at his door to see if there were any signs of it being forced open. There weren't any. This guy knew what he was doing.
Ethan's gaze lowered to the basket of fruits. His mouth suddenly went dry.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 9:46 pm
✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵"Your fingers. They have stains on the nails from repeated digging into citrus', and just this morning, I was turned away from buying an orange because a Mr. Ethan Wilhelm bought all of them "yet again". That, and your name has been sewn into your underwear." Lock held up the delicate silver key used to unlock the door. "I live here now, Mr. Wilhelm. Congratulations."
Plucking a small clementine from the basket, he skillfully peeled it, tossing the peels into the wastebasket and slipping a slice into his mouth. Moaning quietly in acidic pleasure, he returned his attention to Ethan, smirking. "Don't worry. If I was going to rape and murder you, your virginity would ave flown out the door the second I peeked into your room. Did you know you moan in your sleep? It's rather stirring"
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 9:54 pm
๑۩۞۩๑๑۩ﺴ Some shadows have more depth. ﺴ۩๑ The blood drained from his face in humiliation, he slowly lowered his shirt over his pants and their reveals boxer briefs. Well... There was that.
Wait, Ethan's eyes suddenly widened, did he say that he lives here now? With him?
"No!" he gasped out and put his hands to his head, clenching his still damp black hair. "No, you can't live with me! Y-You have to go somewhere else!" he practically begged and suddenly began looking around in a paranoid manner. He barely met this guy, so his misfortune wouldn't last that long. Now was the only time for him to escape! Ethan couldn't stand it if he ruined another life like those other people! He hasn't even attended his classes because of... of it.
He glanced back over at Lock when he mentioned how he moaned in his sleep. He really did that? He always figured it was screams and murmurs with the recent nightmare/flashbacks. And despite his worry right now, he couldn't help but blush a bit at Lock's comment. Glad someone here was happy.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:02 pm
✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵Standing to his feet and walking around Ethan, he took the last slice of the clementine between his pointer and thumb. Lock wrapped his left arm around Ethan's waist, holding the slice up to his lips. "Don't worry," he purred into his ear. "I can handle a little misfortune. The real question is, can you handle me?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:12 pm
๑۩۞۩๑๑۩ﺴ Some shadows have more depth. ﺴ۩๑ "What?" Ethan breathed. His confusion was nearly drowned out by the cries his mind had for the orange so close to his mouth. A whimper escaped his lips for a second, and in that second he gave in and licked at the delicacy with the tip of his tongue. He would have gotten lost in the flavors had he not seen a faint flash of red from across the room.
"No!" Ethan cried out again and pulled himself away from Lock's grip. He was just about to mention how bad the misfortune was, but Lock basically confirmed that he knew about the shadow. Ethan wasn't sure which was creepier: Someone that knew everything about him or a monster stalking him and attacking people he knew.
"Alright, how do you know so much about me?" he managed to spout, glancing at Lock nervously while also flickering his gaze to the spot he saw the red flash. It was watching him, he could tell. So could the hairs standing on the back of his neck.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:18 pm
✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵"Observation is a wonderful thing," he said coolly, leaning on the wall with his hands in his pockets and the clementine already sliding down his throat. "It can teach you about the tiniest quirks. Helps you see what the other person is thinking when they think it, and sometimes, before they think it. I know about your shadow because of the way you reacted to every single movement of mine. You turned on every light in the house before you got to the kitchen. You're afraid of being alone in the dark. You're nervous around me, based on how tense you were against me, and how you're still trembling. Any other questions?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:27 pm
๑۩۞۩๑๑۩ﺴ Some shadows have more depth. ﺴ۩๑ Gaze kept to the darkness ahead of him, Ethan listened to everything Lock said. Observation? So just by walking in he learned his entire life? That sent shudders down his spine. Then he saw the red flash again and felt his blood freeze.
He couldn't live like this, always in constant fear! He needed an effing night-light to sleep! Ethan turned to Lock desperately. That man was strange and a bit... off, but he was all he had right now!
"Please!" he cried and put his hands on Lock's shoulders, staring into his eyes with wide, desperate clear blue eyes. "I-If you know about it, then you've got to know some way to get rid of it, right? Right??"
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:34 pm
✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵He chuckled, putting his hands on Ethan's hips and pulling him closer. "It won't leave unless you bore it," he said softly. "You can only ward it off until then, and to do that, you need to always be with someone. Never be alone. That's why living alone is such an awful idea." Leaning down, he smirked, his lips a breath away from touching Ethan's. "You willing to put up with me to keep the shadow away?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:44 pm
๑۩۞۩๑๑۩ﺴ Some shadows have more depth. ﺴ۩๑ Ethan's bottom lip began to quiver. What. The heck. Was going on? He had his hands on Lock's shoulders, not his chest! This wasn't some romantic moment! And just what about a creeper monster was so romantic? Ugh, his supernatural problems were confusing as is, he didn't need orientation confusion!
Then there was this guy, that basically knew everything about him already. But at this point he was desperate.
"There's a guest room at the end of the hallway." he muttered breathlessly and glanced over to said hallway on his left, where even his room was, judging by the light.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:53 pm
✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵"I know," he said, his smirk growing. "My things will be in there by morning."
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