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 Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 11:26 pm
 
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Nick chuckled and flicked the rim of the tugged cap with one hand, leaning out over the edge of the bed past the point where anyone limited by gravity would have fallen. “Truer words…” he murmured with a smile. Then he shifted in his seat, vaguely uncomfortable. The phrase ‘truer words were never spoken’ had been a favorite of their mother’s and she had said them so often that she’d only needed the first two words to let them know what she meant. The slip of the tongue had been unintentional. He did not like to dwell on the past, particularly not around Kit who had been much closer to their mother than Nick, much the way Nick had been closer to their father.
Instead, he turned his attention to the little psychic. He inclined his head to the welcome, accepting the honorific without comment. He didn’t need it, but applying some sort of station to others seemed to make their local albino happy and Nick could put up with it. It gave the boy an old fashioned feel. If he believed in reincarnation, Nick might have wondered where Yukio’s soul had once lived and how many times it had traveled. The boy just didn’t seem like a child very often.
And maybe he did believe in reincarnation, a little at least. He couldn’t imagine simply ceasing to exist and if there was a god collecting souls for an afterlife somewhere else, why would the brothers who died in the basement have been forgotten? They had sins enough, but not that many. And he certainly wouldn’t call their arrangement heaven. And a boy’s school was a very odd place for Limbo.
“Well with Kit it’s hard to tell,” Nick agreed, rolling his eyes. “I think he changes his mind halfway through.” He went back to watching the screen, wishing he were alive so he could find some popcorn to go with it. It always looked so good when people made some and he couldn’t help feeling envious. He had, once or twice, possessed someone just enough to borrow their taste buds. He didn’t force the other soul out or control it, merely settled in the back of the mind and went along for the ride, so to speak.
“If you want to keep him up,” Nick said, this time addressing Kit, “Horror movie. No one sleeps when they’re terrified.” Nick loved horror movies. They were his own indulgence.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 12:51 am
 When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief."Not cool at all."Kit agreed, his grin going wide enough and light enough to be contagious. Faust seemed a bit put out by the statement which only made it funnier to the small blonde as he stuck his tongue out in response to the comment of peaking his interest. It was X-Files! It was the greatest show ever! How could it not peak his interest?
Pale gold eyes didn't leave the action going on, on the screen as Faust commented on him trying to either make him worse or cheer him up, to which Nick said it could be both. His response was to flip them off with a grin all the while never breaking his stare. It wasn't until Nick suddenly addressed him that the younger male suddenly sat up and seemed to actually care about the other two people in the room.
"Nick your a genius! Damn, should have thought of that!"Kit laughed lightly before sinking through the floor. He vanished completely as he dropped and transported to where his special stash was located. He then spent several seconds digging through it for a good movie to watch. Some small voice, that MIGHT have been a conscience, had him avoiding the massive part of the collection that was dedicated to ghosts. Instead he found one about a creepy alien species and had to take the long way back up to the dorms to avoid loosing the DVD.
"Whatcha think?"He asked impishly, proudly holding up his Alien's box collection for his brother and Faust to see.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 1:18 am
 - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." "I'm gonna tell you something serious. It peeked my interest once...until I heard the theme song..." Yukio shooked lightly, his face retorting to a rather scared grin. "I never wanted to watch it again after that song. Or even attempt to. Creepy theme songs and me do not mix at all..."
Yukio laughed agreeing with him as well. He twirled his white hair as he listened to Nick speak in a more sane sort of way. "You're probably right about that. I can see him doing that." The mention of scary movies made his smile seem frozen. He absolutely couldn't stand scary movies. So the fact that Kit called his brother a genius made him know this would not end well.
Kit sort of shoved an 'Alien' collection movies in his face and Yukio just did one thing. "...You know, let's just watch X-Files. I think I can get used to the theme song. I'll watch it as long as you want to watch it." His smile was getting quite nervous with the thought of watching it made a chill run through his spine."You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 1:40 am
 Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. Thankfully, unlike the students, the Teacher's Aide's weren't required to be on campus by a certain time. Because otherwise the male trudging up the stairs might have been in trouble. First off his plan had been delayed, something about the runway gear. Then the SECOND one had gotten problems, only this time they'd already been loaded so it had taken a while to get everyone back off and situated for their transfers. He never would have left Boston if he'd known it would be this hard, and he couldn't escape a nagging feeling he might have been responsible. So much for his first airplane ride.
The heavy suitcase was set down at the top of the stairs with a small sound of relief from the messy haired male who had been caring it. Looking much like any other student in the school it would have been hard to pin him as an aide other than the fact he was wearing a loose white shirt and a pair of faded jeans with holes ripped in them. They were well worn and clung comfortably.
"Almost."A soft voice muttered, faintly accented with Boston drawl to make it roll a little. His hand closed around the suitcase once more and lifted it off the ground before the lean figure attached to the hand began moving towards his private rooms once more. He only had a vague sense of were the room was supposed to be and a map...somewhere...but with his hands full he couldn't be bothered to dig it out. SOMEONE had to be willing to tell him where it was located.
A fissure of energy arched up the purple haired male's spine, drawing his attention like a magnet, although his hazel eyes had no where to land. The gold sweeping the hall but not seeing what had sparked it. Then again, he sometimes picked up when someone to close to him used a cell-phone. Shrugging the chill off, Dom continued dragging his suite cases down the hall, once more his gold orbs trained on the room numbers looking for lucky number 17.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 1:58 am
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“Of course,” Nick said with that same faint smile resting comfortably in its usual place as Kit called him a genius. “That’s my job.” He wasn’t even sure if his brother heard him, but it didn’t matter. While he waited, he watched the effect his words had had on Yukio. It was kind of funny. It was like someone had found the white haired boy’s pause button, leaving him frozen in place for longer than seemed strictly natural. Nick fought the urge to laugh. He wasn’t cruel, but movies couldn’t hurt you after all. There were real things that went bump in the night but the worst a movie could do was put you to sleep.
Fortunately, Kit’s collection of horror and creepy was far from the kind to put anyone to sleep. There was probably a pun about waking the dead in there, but Nick decided it wasn’t worth the effort of working out.
Kit reappeared and Nick looked up, brushing a few light gold strands of hair from his eyes as he peered at the box. He nodded approvingly. They weren’t his favorite, but they weren’t bad. The fright factor went pretty far down after the first viewing and the best surprises were laid to waste, but there was a reason the Alien movies had done so well for themselves over the years. Even people who’d never actually watched them knew about them. They were a success on all fronts.
The blue eyed boy turned when Yukio began to speak and winced. The pychic had made it far too obvious that he was afraid of the movie. If he’d been a bit less hasty his ruse about wanting to watch the x-files might have worked, but this had been far too quick. Unless Kit was completely distracted, he was going to notice how eager the white haired boy was not to watch the Alien movie and be all the more eager.
Though x-files was his favorite. Maybe Yukio would get lucky…
“I’ll leave it up to you two,” Nick said, holding up his hands in a gesture of surrender. He settled back to watch them duke it out, secure in the knowledge that Kit would inevitably get his way. It was simply up to Yukio to make Kit what he wanted him to want. It was a tricky little dance, but it was possible.
Something touched the corner of his mind. He wasn’t sure what he’d felt, but Nick tilted his head. He wasn’t worried about the movie, so his mind was clear enough to have felt something new move closer. The same way a resting boat is rocked by the wake of water moving around a speed boat, he felt the currents of energy ghosts ‘lived’ on shifting their usual pattern. He couldn’t imagine anything that would do such a thing, short of the staff installing a new generator.
Nick stood, leaving the boys to their show, whatever it ended up being, and moved to the door, slipping through the wall and into the hallway. His eyes immediately locked on the unfamiliar face. Student. No. Teacher? He wasn’t sure. Couldn’t be sure until he asked. He held the possibility of appearing to the man in reserve. He’d need to appear when the man looked away in any case, to seem as though he’d walked out of a room and had not materialized.
But he did drift closer, hovering near the man to begin a cautious examination, the usual smile slipping away.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 2:21 am
When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief.Telling someone like Kit what you were afraid of was probably not a smart move. Even mostly distracted as he was by the prospect of a new movie and forcing Faust to stay up with him all night, some part of his brain registered the fact that the white haired male was afraid of creepy music and locked it away for future use. One never knew when something Kit remembered would crop up with near demonic timing. The blonde was just good that way.
Much like Nick expected the sudden shift in Faust's decision had the set of movies lowering to reveal pale gold orbs filled with a sort of dark amusement as his grin slowly crept across his face. He would have normally loved to watch X-Files, but he DID have all the seasons on DVD at the moment thanks to possession and a wonderful thing known as credit cards and phone ordering. He could wit to watch them another time. Given how much the other male was suddenly NOT wanting to watch Aliens had him set on watching it.
His brother raised his hands, stepping out of the decision making process by letting them decide, not that Kit felt it was much of a decision. He WAS going to watch that, and once he made up his mind...it was all over. His grin was positively wicked at that point as he opened the player and popped the first movie into the disk. He turned, head tipped slightly as his brother left them and flashed his pet his naughty grin.
"Aliens it is."Kit announced. Yeah, Faust could argue, but Kit probably had back enough energy at that point to force the issue. Acting far to pleased with himself he dropped back to hover over the floor on his butt next to Faust, his eyes dancing with wicked delight.
"Don't worry, I'll hold your hand if ya get scared."He promised on a purr. It might have sounded rather suggestive but he actually had intended it for that, more it came out as part of his amusement. His gold orbs locked on Faust as the movie started up on the screen in front of them. Nick had vanished, but at the moment Kit was rather focused on something else.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 2:32 am
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. "Alright...I KNOW it has to be here somewhere."The Boston accent had gotten thicker, rolling into the words so they flowed like honey. Gold orbs flickering with a mixture of amusement and annoyance as the suitcases were abruptly dropped to the floor. A smile that matched the confusing emotions in his eyes flickered to life across his lips. He had somehow managed back on numbers too small...below the numbers had been too large. Just how big WAS this school?
Hands were tossed in the air in a gesture of defeat before they dropped back down and the purple haired male turned to start digging through his bags. Bent over, his violet strands obscuring his vision and getting shoved out of the way in impatient movements, Dom suddenly stiffened and lifted his head slowly. A ripple of knowledge filling the gold orbs as he scanned the area in front of his bent position.
There. Just on the edge of his senses. He flared his ability, tapping slightly into the outlet near him for a boost of power using the schools tie to the electric plant, and watched the form waver into visibility. He wasn't a medium, he couldn't see clear images like a person was actually standing there. It was more like watching a show with bad reception. Flickers and static making the image of a tall male appear to blink in and out of focus. He tipped his head slightly to one side.
No one had mentioned the school was haunted, but then a lot of people weren't aware of the smaller hauntings. Not that this guy felt like anything he'd ever touched before. It was almost like being near a power wire, his energy clashing against its and making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. But he wasn't sure how cognitive the thing was so he casually let his gaze slide away from the hazy image as his hand found the map sticking out of a side pocket. Using the excuse of looking over the school map in his hands he observed what looked like a blonde out of the corner of his eye. A few inches taller than he was, looked about the same age but that was hard to tell. His clothing was outdated but Dom couldn't pinpoint by how much.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 2:52 am
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Blue eyes never waivered from the man, though they did travel, noting each movement, each expression, each word, saving them somewhere in his memory with a kind of clinical detachment. He could feel his anger rolling somewhere just under his skin, under his own faint expressions of curiosity or frowns. What was this? What was he feeling exactly. His instincts when it came to anyone who was not a student was naturally suspicion. He did not pretend to like this part of himself, but he would not deny it. It was necessary. If this… teacher/ janitor/ cook/ whatever he was… if he toed the line, if he was not a threat, then he would be watched. Tested. The testing might fall near what others would term harassment, but Nick had to push them, had to watch, had to see what these people in positions of authority would do when they were angry or cornered.
Nothing like what had happened to Kit would happen again. Nick had already proven that he was not afraid of blood on his hands.
Nick felt it again stronger now, that fluctuation of the school’s power. He almost swayed with it, caught in a current he couldn’t see. He was certain it was coming from this man now though. The man or something very near him. Maybe in his luggage. There had to be an explanation. While he’d encountered the occasional psychic, Nick had never met anyone who could move energy like this. He was at a loss. And more importantly, he didn’t know if it was dangerous. He couldn’t tell if it was a threat or if it just felt odd because it was new.
The possibility of the man being a psychic did occur to him because for a moment he’d thought the man had looked his way, but no one saw a ghost and went back to reading a school map. They stared or gasped or moved quickly away. So he crept closer, hovering just to where he could see the lines on the map over the man’s shoulder. The power surge surrounding him was a bit heady, like being just a touch drunk. He shook his head to clear it and took a step back.
He did his best to move behind the man a little ways down the hall. He wanted to find out why he was here. Too young for an experienced teacher of the kind the school preferred. Too old for a student. Nick’s body solidified silently. He didn’t worry about how his clothes looked. Teenage styles were incomprehensible. This guy had purple hair. He wasn’t going to look twice at something that seemed a bit off.
“Are you lost?” Nick asked, the faint smile slipping back into place, though his eyes retained a measure of detached suspicion.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 3:10 am
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. Dominic hadn't been around a lot of ghosts, some-because they tended to like area's of high electricity to draw from-but not many. So his knowledge was a little choppy when it came to them. He wasn't afraid mostly because he'd never had one try and hurt him before, but he'd also never had one that was literally making his skin shiver in one long caress. It was like their energies were either fighting or feeding off each other, he couldn't be sure which.
The ghost, for his part, didn't look like he was used to seeing people who could see him either. At least he didn't seem even slightly intimidated as he continued to stare Dom down from across the hall. For his part the purple haired teacher's aide tried to keep any reactions from showing and startling it away. It took every inch of his will power not to look up when the blonde crept closer. More details became obvious at the shorter distance, mostly brilliant blue eyes that were watching him closely. He couldn't tell the look in them though, it was almost a touch frustrating.
His fingers tightened ever so slightly on the map he was holding as he came over his shoulder and set his senses alive with another shiver. Obviously sentient, otherwise why try and get closer or look at the map? The beginning of a smile tugged at the edges of Dom's lips. Now that he was interested it threatened to reveal him completely as he struggled to keep from giving himself away by grinning like an idiot over the behaviour of the watching ghost.
His smile dimmed slightly when the male moved behind him and down the hall. Was he leaving? Not that he could blame him, some dude reading a map in the hallway wasn't HIS idea of an entertaining afterlife. He wasn't exactly sure WHAT he'd do with one actually, did you sneak into girl's bathrooms? Wait, all boy-
"Holy Brooklyn Dodgers."Dom yelped, ripping the map as he jerked at the sound of a voice suddenly speaking behind him. He'd been concentrating so much on the ghost he hadn't realized someone had walked up behind him. Closing gold eyes briefly he turned to face the speaker while one hand rubbed at the back of his messy head and an embarrassed smile spread across his lips.
"You scared the living...daylights...out of me...."Dom trailed off, blinking, as his hand dropped back to his side. It was the ghost! No, he had to be seeing this wrong. This guy was as solid as he was, giving him a smile that had a sharp edge of possession too it. Still, he looked blood and flesh...but those blue eyes. He blinked, realized that asking if someone was a ghost was sort of rude and slightly insane and forced his smile bright again.
"Uh, yeah, actually. I'm looking for Room 17 and I seem to have, well, lost my map."His accent flowed back into place as the shock left, the messy haired male holding up the ripped pieces of his map in proof. His hazel orbs watching the male in front of him with an intensity that could have been taken as interest or a type of flirting...except the truth was he was trying to convince himself that he couldn't possibly be staring at the same ghost he'd seen a moment before. Things like that just didn't happen.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 3:39 am
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It was a little tiring to hold the solid form, but not nearly as tiring as it should have been. Nick became aware that rather than draining the air of the energy as he used it up, the levels remained constantly high, constantly flowing. …flowing directly from the man in front of him. That was why he’d felt drunk when he’d gotten too close. It was more like a contact high, more stamina than his non-body knew what to do with. He’d have to be careful. Touching, too much contact, too much closeness and he might let something slip, do something stupid as his mind reeled from the over stimulation.
He’d have to be careful. Possession might be beyond the realm of possibility if things went badly. Long range plans would have to be worked out in case the man was dangerous. Because even if he was new, even if he was a little bit interesting, even if Nick would have liked to find out more about how he was doing what he was doing, none of that would matter the moment he proved himself to be exactly what Nick suspected most adults to be. Liars. Traitorous. Threats.
But the dark suspicion was a little harder to hold down when someone cursed like that. Nick’s smile widened before he could stop it, a soft chuckle breezing past his lips. He glanced at the map halves and then back at the man in front of him who seemed to have lost his train of thought rather abruptly. One blonde eyebrow raised, disappearing into thick fair strands. Well if he wasn’t lost before, he would be now.
“Where are you from?” he asked. The question was spoken more as a general wondering than something that required an answer, Nick distracted enough by the accent to forget for a moment that he was quite solid and perfectly audible. He blinked when he heard his own voice clearly and tried hard to look as though this were not surprising, offering the casual smile again.
“I know the school pretty well,” he said. This was a gross understatement. Nick could have told the young man how many tiles were on the kitchen ceiling. “I’ll take you.”
He took a few steps backwards, tempting the man after him. He didn’t want him too much closer, didn’t want that lightheaded rush to throw him off guard. But… he could handle it, if he needed to. He could focus. It was just easier this way. Was it strange that he hadn’t moved closer? Was that why the other was staring at him? Oh, his name perhaps.
“I’m Nick,” he said. It was unnerving how strange his own name felt in his mouth. He never had to use it to introduce himself anymore after all. And then... “Are you a new teacher?”
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 4:03 am
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. A faint touch of embarrassed flush touched Dom's cheeks as he chuckled slightly with the other male. He knew that look, it was the look he usually got when he swore. He'd never been very good at it, so he'd gotten teased more than once. Still he had to admit the guy had a really nice laugh. Even if it was subdued.
It was his turn to blink at the sudden question aimed his direction from the blonde. The blonde with really, really familiar blue eyes. The purple haired male shrugged it off as he noticed the almost surprise ghost across the other boys face. Hadn't meant to ask that question had you? His grin grew wider, delight making his gold orbs practically dance.
"Back Bay, Boston, actually."Dom told him easily, giving his neighborhood out of habit. He hadn't quite gotten used to the fact that outside of his home city people generally just gave the city. His grin gained an edge of mischief as he decided that turn-about was fair play after all.
"You?"No harm in being friendly, especially as this guy looked around his own age. Obviously younger because he was a student still, but until a couple of months ago so had Dom. His smile vanished when the blonde told him he knew the school well and would take him, and then started walking backwards. Startled, almost comical panic, covered the violet haired male as he dove for his bags.
"Wait, just gotta...gonna come...hold on a bit."He tended to get a little disjointed when flustered and the thought of loosing the only guide he'd seen-other than the ghost-had only made it worse. He shoved his bags together and stood up with the heavy load and started hurrying after the other male.
"Nice to meet you Nick, I'm Dominic...course only my grandmother calls me that and she personally terrifies me, so I prefer Dom to avoid nightmares."He drawled, accent thick as he adjusted a bag with a little bump of his hip to keep it from sliding away. He glanced back at the kinda cute guy and shook his head, blowing at strands of purple that fell into his eyes from the movement. Crossing the gold to try and follow the strand as he blew at it several times while answering in between when he drew a breath.
"Nah, I'm volunteering. Scheduled to head to MIT next semester, just wanted to see what other options were available. Although I promised my art teacher I'd never again step foot in a school after graduation, good thing she's not here, huh?"Dom grinned, realized he was babbling and flushed slightly with another rumble of his embarrassed laugh.
"You know what, just ignore me...I talk to much."He would have scratched at his head, but his hands were currently occupied. He hadn't realized how nervous he'd be actually TEACHING until the kid had asked him that. Plus he tended to babble around cute people anyway, baaad social skills. Go figure, so much for living in a huge city.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 4:50 am
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The way the other’s eyes lit up made quite the impression and Nick watched them dance with mild curiosity. There was a word for how they looked, wasn’t there. He sifted through a few, passing over ‘electric’ as a bit too much of a pun even for him, and settled on striking. Yes, that worked. It wasn’t at all unpleasant to watch. Nick found himself hoping this man with laughing eyes was not a teacher. It would be a shame for such eyes to hold that potential darkness. He couldn’t have been too much older than Nick himself, could he? It was so hard to tell. He’d seen so many ages pass through the halls and seen his own reflection rarely enough that his own image was hazy in memory.
Nick had no idea where Back Bay was, but his father’s training took hold now that he was actually interacting with someone who was not Kit (or one of Kit’s playthings) and he smiled briefly as though to say he approved of the location completely and had heard it was a lovely place. The turn of the question caught him slightly off guard. He wasn’t sure what to say. Not because he couldn’t remember where his house was, but because he hardly considered such a place home any longer. A fraction of a second too late for the answer to appear natural, Nick regained his smile and said, “Locally.” It was specifically vague enough that most people would feel silly pressing for further details. He hoped this one would be among them. What landmarks had survived the test of time off school grounds that he could identify if asked for some kind of proof? Any?
Another laugh that surprised Nick as much as it probably did the purple haired male followed Dominic’s attempts to gather his things and follow along. Instinct and training prodded Nick to help the other carry something, but he wasn’t sure even the additional energy provided by the young man’s presence would be enough to sustain him long if he was solid and carrying something. And he was afraid to move close enough to touch the bag.
His eyes locked on the little movements as the newly introduced Dom tried to get his hair out of his face. Without thinking, Nick stopped moving farther away, stepping closer and raising a hand as if to brush the strand away like he might have done for Kit in a moment of affection. But he recovered and put a hand on the bag. There was no help for it now. He had to carry at least one of them to cover the absurd thing he’d nearly done. Just because he acted a bit like a kid didn’t make this boy a student, one of Nick’s charges. He had to remember that.
His stomach rolled pleasantly at the flutter of energy. Did Dom know he did this? Was it unconscious? He couldn’t imagine what it would do except to make it very tricky to operate technology safely if left uncontrolled. But MIT… that had something to do with technology didn’t it? Nick struggled to remember anything he’d heard about it. Mentioned so casually, the man obviously expected him to know what it meant. Instead, he locked onto something else in the sentence as he pulled the bag away from Dom, carrying it down the hall towards the right room. He resisted the urge to collapse in giggles like some preteen sneaking a bit too much of his father’s booze at new years.
“You’re fine,” Nick soothed automatically. “What kind of art did you take?” There. That was safe. Art was art, no life in a certain decade required. There. The door was in front of them. He paused expectantly, waiting for a key to be produced and hoping he would hurry. It would look too strange if he waited farther down the hall for the door to be unlocked but he was getting lightheaded this close to purple hair and gold eyes and startling electrical energy. Not a teacher. Yet. Was that good?
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 5:08 am
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. Dom's smile widened slightly when Nick seemed to know where he came from. At least he had that appearance, but for someone who got blank looks from his home neighborhood all the time...he' take what he could get. The fraction of a pause between the answer had an eyebrow climbing up behind the messy strands of purple. That had been far to forced. Did ghosts remember where they came from? Was he seriously considering this cause of a pair of lovely blue eyes? So much for volunteering getting his head on straight, he was loopier here than at home!
Although ghost or not Dom loved his laugh. Granted it was aimed at him, but he'd been a bit of a goofball his whole life, he could take a few more laughs as long as they sounded like that. His gold orbs had slide away towards a door to get a marker for where they were going, no point in having a guide if he couldn't get back after all. They slide back towards the blonde only to have him suddenly much closer and lifting a hand. For some reason he held his breath. Was he expecting him to pass through him?
The expectation ended on a shuddered exhalation as the bag was taken instead. Instantly Dom was grinning brightly again. Hey, one less bag was one less bag, even if it was a bit strange. It DID prove the kid couldn't be a ghost though, right? What ghosts carried around suitcases? Although the kid was getting a bit glassy-eyed.
"I don't know, I never attended."Dom grinned, his own laughter spilling free to fill the hallway. There was a very good reason Ms. Comway said he shouldn't graduate. He'd taken one look at the doodle he'd drawn the first day and decided that NO ONE deserved to be mocked as bad as he would be if he kept that class up.
"We drew some sort of funky self portrait thing. Mine sorta looked like a cow being lead to slaughter, but hey, imaginative use of color should count for something."If he remembered right Ms. Comway's exact words had been "a disjointed collection of animal torture attempting to pass as a childs version of pecaso." whatever that was supposed to mean.
They stopped in front of a door, hazel orbs flickering up and finding the bright bronze number 17 on the door. He laughed, sounding surprised as he dropped his bags in a loud clatter once more and patted his pockets, only to come up with nothing. So he stuffed his hands into them...still nothing.
"Well, that just suits my day. All I need now is to show up to class naked and I'll be set."He scratched at the back of his head with another embarrassed laugh and bent over once more to start digging through his bags.
"Do me a favour, don't check in that bag you have. I rather like talking to you and if all I can think about is you know what color my boxers are, I'll never get past babbling. Trust me, permanent babble is bad, according to my mother its the reason I'm an only." He shot the blonde an embarrassed, almost pleading look, before dipping his head to continue digging. Once more he was forced to keep brushing his long hair out of his eyes so he could hunt for the missing keys. If he left them on the counter back in Boston he was going to just go find a quiet bathroom to spend the semester in.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 5:36 am
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Nick’s eyes crinkled lightly at the corners when he smile. It’s always easiest to tell a real smile from a fake one by watching the eyes. With a fake smile, the eyes never change, but here and now Nick knew he was actually smiling. The good nature coming from the male in front of him was contagious, spreading out the way the electrical currents were, lightening the mood. Or maybe he was just getting dizzy off the ‘fumes’ again. Nick wasn’t prepared to swear one way or the other.
But he was drawn into the easy light conversation, to a voice that seemed like it would be just as comfortable talking to itself as it would speaking to another person. Nick liked that, the man’s obvious comfort with his own presence. It was a good sign when someone could stand their own company. “You must have been terrible,”the soft even voice said. Nick was still getting used to actually hearing his own words with his physical ears. “You look absolutely nothing like any of that.” He was good looking, actually. Nick was still a bit thrown and distracted from the rest of the form by the brilliant colors, but looking at him now with a bit more objectivity, he could safely say yes, the male did no disservice to the eyes. He would have been the kind Nick would have very carefully and purposely not looked at when he’d been alive and only Kit had been trusted with the knowledge that his older brother way gay. “And I’d half say you are an imaginative use of color,” he chuckled, raising his hand as though to flick a few strands of the violet hair before remembering to keep his distance and pulling his hand back again with a small shrug.
His eyes strayed to the man’s hands as they checked his pockets, perhaps lingering a moment longer than was cordial. No disservice to the eyes indeed. This was distracting. He was supposed to be focused, remember what he had come to do. He was evaluating the threat level of the man in front of him, trying to determine how closely he should be watched and how much control he had over his casting of a separate electrical field that fed into that of the school. He was supposed to…
Wow. His eyes really were gold. In a half drunken stupor, Nick’s blue eyes trailed over blue ones, smiling in response to a joke and a laugh he didn’t quite hear. Something about being naked. Wait, had that actually been said or had that come from his own mind? Nick bit down on one lip to stifle a laugh that would have sounded like a giggle. Ghosts did not giggles. Older brothers did not giggle. People who… who something. Really, really gold. What was that word? Striking. Lightning striking and gold and he was going to fall over if he didn’t find some excuse to move a foot or two farther away.
His stomach rolled pleasantly again in the way it did down that first big dip of a rollercoaster, leaving Nick with the unusual sensation of being giddy. “I bet your boxers are red,” he said, half detecting a slur at the end of the word and wishing he could find a way to shut up. “Everyone has red ones somewhere.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 8:50 am
- * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." "And of course you play it anyway." Yukio growled to himself. He sighed in small defeat and attempted to just go to sleep right now. But something stopped him, a rather strange feeling that he could probably take it. However he couldn't get over his fear just yet. His eyes were in a 'god let this be over quick' mood when suddenly Kit made a very odd suggestion as he sat down next to him.
"..." Yukio stared wide-eyed at the boy purring that strange phrase. He wondered how he should respond. If he asked to make sure, he'd probably end up in the same situation as the kiss, only feeling less humiliated. But if he asked whether he was coming onto him, well who knows what would happen?
Deciding not to take the risk, he just answered with a rather nervous tone. "The movie's playing..." he had told him in a shaky voice. He felt him staring at him instead of on the TV Screen. "You can't see that I'm hiding behind this smile
Using it to shut off all of my problems from the outside world..."
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