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 Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 1:00 pm
 Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. "Thanks, I appreciate that. Naturally I told my mom that the mirrors in the house were clearly defective."His mom had laughed and helped him paint the mirror in his bedroom a solid black just to prove his point. He'd then gone to school with even messier hair for a week before scraping the paint off. His grin grew wide enough to flash the edges of his teeth when Nick chuckled about his being imaginatively colored, he'd gotten used to having the strange colored hair, only to have the look freeze when fingers brushed at his hair.
A current of energy rippled over his system, making him blink slightly as it curled through his awareness. Then the hand was gone and the distance muted the sensation allowing for him to remember that breathing was usually a good thing. Alright, ghost or not that had been....new. Shaking himself he dismissed the reaction from his mind rather than dwell on how much he'd enjoyed the surge of tingles through his system.
Shaking himself he went back to digging around in the bags, shuffling through his bathroom things in a side pocket because he thought he might have been handling his toothbrush when he'd opened the packet from the school. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see the blonde watching him, biting his bottom lip with a slightly hazy look that any male who graduated high school would recognize. An eyebrow vanished behind the collection of violet bangs.
He KNEW Nick hadn't been drunk before, so why did he suddenly seem to be staring and rather...buzzed? Could ghosts even GET drunk? why was he still sure this guy was a member of the permanently dead anyway? So he had a nice set of blue eyes that sorta looked like the ghosts had, was that any reason to jump to conclusions?
"Uh...okay. I never really thought about it."he blinked, flushing slightly, and leaned forward slightly to stare at the kid who DEFIANTLY was slurring his words at this point. His hands hit something metal and he jerked his gold gaze towards the keys he was pulling free with a triumphant grin. Thank cheeseburgers and fast food, he HADN'T left them at home!
Dom quickly turned and clicked open the door, pushing at it with a foot before turning his hazel orbs towards what was possibly the strangest person he'd ever meet. The guy may or may not be a ghost, was appearing drunk suddenly, and was actually really cute...which he was NOT allowed to think about because the guy was a student and he was supposed to be a responsible adult now! Holy Brooklyn Dodgers he was in trouble...
"Are you alright? Maybe you should come in and sit down or something."He scratched at the back of his head not sure how one was supposed to act like a responsible adult when he had been drunk on more than one occasion while on school property himself. Pot and kettle moments were a bit awkward he was finding.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 1:12 pm
 When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief.Kit only tipped his hat slightly in acknowledgment of the growled comment Faust seemed to make to himself but otherwise didn't respond. He could see the dissatisfaction coming from his pet which only had his own grin widening and filling with mischief that only grew wider at Faust's nervous tone. He wasn't aware it had been because of his comment on holding his hand and figured it was only because the other male really didn't want to watch the horror movie.
"Don't be a baby, its not THAT scary."Kit promised, enjoying the fact he was making the white haired male uncomfortable. He was good at doing this, dragging reactions out of people. The red orbs stared at him rather than at the TV where the opening was showing the ship Ripley belonged to. A wicked light danced in his pale gold orbs as he reached out a hand that had gone solid and used it to turn the other boys head by his chin to face the TV screen. That done he shifted and dropped his head against the conveniently placed shoulder and got comfortable. He was hovering just over him but the effect was much the same as Kit wasn't wasting energy going solid as he turned his own attention to the dark show.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 4:09 pm
 
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Nick had not really been a drinker when he had been alive. Once he’d been old enough to be interested in such things, it had been about the time in his life where his father’s vision for him had begun to solidify and the man’s grip on his eldest son had intensified. The same strict supervision and low tolerance for any mistakes had kept him from seeing some of the darker trouble his brother had stirred up until it was too late so of course he hadn’t exactly snuck in much time for things like casual drinking. But as best he could remember, the sensations then and now were very similar with just a few key differences.
First, he didn’t feel sluggish. He felt like he could have jumped over the entire school and being a ghost he actually could have. But he was solid, still solid long after he’d run out of energy. Using up what he could to hold the suitcase and hold his form probably helped him slow the giddy process a bit, allowed him to use the energy instead of feeling the full effect float through him.
Part of this was actually Nick’s fault. He’d never bothered to learn how to close himself off from the energy around him, instead only teaching his body to draw as much in as possible in case he needed it. That skill was backfiring now as he couldn’t quite get a handle on how to stop. He drew in the energy the way humans drew in breath, saving it. Saving it and watching gold. The man looked even more appealing when he blushed that small bit and while Nick was embarrassed by how casually he’d spoken about Dom’s boxers, he couldn’t quite bring himself to regret the reaction he’d gotten.
The door opened and Nick hesitated. Part of him wanted to run, run like a little kid who’s seen a strange animal and wants his mother to assure him it won’t eat him. But he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t supposed to be protected, he was supposed to protect. “I think I just need some air,” he said, moving across the room so quickly he wasn’t sure part of him didn’t accidentally move through the edges of the doorway. But it had been brief most people wouldn’t notice that kind of slip as they weren’t expecting it.
He felt better the moment he was a few feet away. He leaned against the window, not actually needing the air so much as space, his mind hammering out a word over and over. Dangerous. This was not a favorable situation. He couldn’t sense anything wrong with the man himself, couldn’t see that darkness, but the purple haired male was inadvertently a threat. The energy he provided became a godsend and a curse the moment Nick was within a few feet. Now that he could think clearly, the blue eyed boy couldn’t help a wince at how foolishly he’d been behaving.
He needed Information. He could question the man while he was across the room unpacking. But… but now that he was clearheaded he realized that he’d put himself in a position where it would be hard to leave the room through the door without passing by the man again. He would have to gather his resolve before then.
“So you said you aren’t a teacher, but you’re thinking of becoming one?” he repeated, steering the conversation back to the part he was most concerned with. “That seems like a difficult job. A lot of responsibility. A teacher is a position of trust.” Nick’s voice was casual, even if he’d never quite gotten the hang of being completely informal when he spoke.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 6:42 pm
 - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio felt his head turned towards the screen. He watched nervously at the movie, but as it progressed, he found himself laughing at some parts and slightly jumping at others. It didn't seem as scary as it did back then, but the air duct scene still scared him alot. Not enough to make him pee in his pants like he did back then, but enough to make himself turn away in fear."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: Mon Jul 05, 2010 9:35 pm
Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons that you cannot see with the naked eye....
unless you have been drinking. "You sure? You're not looking so good."That wasn't exactly true, Dom realized, tipping his head to one side as he stared at the blonde who seemed to hesitate for a moment before moving quickly across the door. He actually looked really good, he was basically glowing at this point.
Gold orbs widened briefly as he blinked, sure he'd just imagined the fact he didn't go quite wide enough to clear the door, yet he managed to end up in the room despite it all. A hand came up and rubbed at his eyes. Okay, he was apparently suffering from jet-lag of some sort. Or he was right and the kid was really a ghost, which someone seemed a lot stranger.
A hand lifted and ran through the mass of violet strands before he remembered his bags. Eyes wide he darted back out the door and grabbed two of them, holding them and kicking the third into the room with a few shuffling steps and kicks. He stumbled slightly, bumped his shoulder into the door with a short glare at the offending door frame that apparently didn't like him as much as it had the blonde.
He realized his gaze had strayed to the boy in his room and he quickly shook his head and kicked towards the bed instead, dumping the suitcases down in a messy jumble that was a quick warning of what was likely going to be the state of the rest of his room. He wasn't messy per-say, so much as enjoyed being surrounded by clutter. It made a place look lived in as far as he was concerned.
"Huh?"Dom turned towards the window, one hand still buried in the suitcases as he'd begun to pull them open and dig around to find stuff he'd need to set out tonight. Some of it, like his boxers, wasn't going to be brought out where the blonde could see their color. He flushed slightly as his brain caught up with his mouth a second later and he rubbed at the back of his head with a hand that still held the room keys.
"Ow, ow, ow."He hissed, jerking at the keys that were buried in his hair for a second before managing to free it and tossing them on the desk, a few strand of violet still attached, rather than look even MORE stupid than he already did in front of the student.
"I'm thinking about it, I wanted to get a feel for it before I committed. See I had this teacher in like third grade, Mrs. Clemons, she was the greatest human being to ever exist, taught English or something. I can't remember a darn thing she taught me, but I always remembered her because she had this really warm smile and used to tell us that we could be anything we wanted to be and even young you really believed her. Guess I've always thought that getting to be someone like that for a kid would be better than anything. What about you? You've got to be a senior right? Looking at any colleges?"There, that sounded very professional and adult. A fond smile pulling across his lips as he remembered the massive frizz of red hair, bright green eyes, and a smile that could have warmed the world. He'd been on again, off again, thinking of becoming a teacher since her class.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 10:03 pm
When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief.Kit shifted so he was leaning, or seeming to, fully against his white haired pet. Pale gold eyes locked on the image of the movie playing out. He laughed lightly at the parts he had always found funny, lightly laughing at the times Faust jumped as well. Feeling it because the male bumped into his form and phased lightly through it before settling.
"This is Ellen Riply, signing off."Kit repeated with the show when it reached its end and the sound of Sigourney Weaver's voice read off the last line. He smiled widely, turning his head for the first time since the movie started to see the male at his sides expression.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 10:37 pm
Ayukina Xien - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." Yukio literally pat himself on the back. While he was a little sweaty due to some of the parts being a little scary, he simply smiled at Kit. He was laughing quite cheerfully right now, sounding very amused with his situation, and over the fact that he lasted the entire movie without crying. "wow, I didn't even think I'd last the entire movie!" he stated.
He chuckled at Kit repeating the last line, continuing to cover his mouth as he laughed cheerfully at himself. "I'm in a pretty good mood not. Do you want to do anything else? I'm up for anything as long as it doesn't involve destroying or flooding or doing anything that will harm the entire building." Yukio flashed him a closed eyed grin when a chill went down his spine. He looked around anxiously as he went to his window and looked outside.
"..." Must've been his imagination. Yukio turned his attention back to Kit and handed him a few prank books. They were all for teens it seemed, with an occasional adult one, but it was mainly pranks that a teen could get in trouble for, but not so much as destruction in measure of a large area. "Anyway, you can take a look at it. Maybe you can expand some of the ideas in there, seeing as you have a genius mind for pranks."
He wasn't sucking up. Not at all, he was just expressing his semi-respect towards him. He really meant what he said. And he ran out of options on what they should do."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: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:05 am
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“I fell better already,” Nick assured him, his smile the soothing calm once again rather than the slightly loopy daze it had reflected moments before. As he leaned against the edge of the windowsill, he was discovering a new problem. Cutting himself off from the teacher had given him his mind fully back to him, but it also meant the energy that had been sustaining him in solid form was no longer available. He was drawing on his own reserves and those of the school. It wouldn’t be long before he began drawing in the heat of the air, creating the traditional ‘cold spots’ often associated with the supernatural. It was going to get chilly. Nick wouldn’t feel it, but he expected to see the young man across the room reach for a jacket or a sweater soon.
Maybe it would give Nick a chance to get out of the room, an excuse to leave and regain some of the strength he was using now. God it was tempting to just move a little closer, just hover on the fringes of the man’s presence and feel that surge of energy again. He’d been frightened by it, but what was even more frightening was the faint craving to experience it again. It was addicting and there was absolutely nothing but common sense to inhibit him. It would have been easier if the purple haired male were unpleasant in some way. If he were rude or arrogant or maybe a tad less physically appealing at least. Being drawn in on two fronts was not something Nick needed to deal with. He should excuse himself and leave, tear Kit away from the television long enough to warn him about this new danger.
Except he couldn’t do that. Damnit. He adored his younger brother but he certainly made things difficult. If Kit was warned away from something, he would hunt it down with a fervor that bordered on the obsessive, just to prove he couldn’t be told what to do. And Nick had no idea what the young blonde would do with access to that kind of energy. There had to be a solution to this situation, but Nick just couldn’t see it.
What he could see was the source of the problem looking a bit out of sorts as he accidentally caught his keys in his own hair. He felt the laugh but couldn’t help it, even if it was rude. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “I wasn’t laughing at you, just the circumstance.” An odd excuse, but the best one he could come up with. The young man was funny, even without trying to be. And he was just… good. If he was telling the truth, his motives were noble. If.
“Sounds like you have a lot of faith in people like her,” Nick said, tone suggesting he understood the position even if he didn’t necessarily agree with it. “But I guess you never really know,” he mused, then frowned. “Hmm. I apologize for doubting your belief in her. I am sure your trust was well placed.” But the skepticism lingered in his tone until the topic abruptly turned around on him.
“Ah, no,” he said, stumbling his way back to the social smile. “I was supposed to take over the family business,” he explained instead. He’d had a moment of hesitation to wonder if he should claim a college as part of his fictitious background and had decided against it. He simply didn’t know enough about what they were like now to uphold such a lie under examination. In his rush, he didn’t realize how unusual it was for someone to enter into evena family business without a higher education. Or that he’d spoken in the past tense.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 10:33 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. "Okay...."Dom arched an eyebrow slightly, not sure how someone could go from looking Thanksgiving drunk to suddenly being sober, but then he'd done the reverse just as quickly. He shivered, noticing for the first time that the room seemed to be a little colder than the hallway had been. He rubbed a hand on his arm and made a mental note to see if he could get a janitor to look into it...or get some more blankets.
Gold slid towards Nick only to notice he didn't seem even slightly effected by the cold in the room. And for a second he thought he took on that weird old movie quality that Dom had come to expect from ghosts. He was beginning to think that maybe his idea wasn't as crazy as it sounded. What did he really know about ghosts anyway? They tended to look strange to him and were always depressing. He realized he was staring and flushed, blinked, and quickly turned away as the laugh came again. He chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of his head again without looking at the blonde. He was a teacher here. Well, alright, just a teacher's aide, but STILL! You didn't go around having sudden urges about your students. That was bad, bad, bad, bad bad!
"It's fine. Should have remembered th keys were there anyway."Dom grinned, still embarrassed and a little flushed, as he started dragging things out of his suitcase. Folding them haphazardly on the bed next to the large container they'd come from.
"Yeah, I guess. Teachers shape the future, I don't think the get nearly the respect they should for that.."He paused at an odd tone in the other boy, lifting his head and looking towards him. For the first time his gold orbs and expression serious and looking very mature. He scanned the blonde at the window as if looking for something.
"I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you don't like teachers much."The mood was broken when he grinned impishly. He knew a lot of people didn't really like teachers, usually they had a teacher give them a bad grade or something and never forgave it, or the whole trouble with authority. Somehow he wasn't surprised the blonde was, he seemed to be the type that got very intense about things.
His smile only got wider when Nick shifted back to a less touchy subject, his voice and smile changing subtly for it. He found himself moving before he could really even think about it, drifting closer to the window with a shake of his head that had strands of violet covering his eyes.
"What made you change your mind?"He asked, catching himself enough to maintain a distance that was acceptable. He kept reminding himself that he'd make a horrible teacher it he started hitting on his students this early. Besides...the kid might be a ghost...which would normally make it impossible, but solid ghosts were a little outside his world definition at the moment.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 6:02 pm
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Nick wasn’t used to this, having eyes on him. It had been so long since anyone had seen him for more than a few seconds. The presence of the little white haired psychic changed that somewhat, but Yukio mostly had eyes for Kit, which was to be expected. Taking your eyes off Kit when he was around was the same as asking for trouble. And while Kit could always see him, Kit wasn’t the type to really look at anything for more than a few seconds. But Nick would swear he could feel the gold eyes on him without even looking. He just wasn’t sure how to react to it. It wasn’t unpleasant but it felt like it should have been.
Blue eyes flicked up to the face across the room to see if he was only being paranoid in time to catch the another tint of color on the cheeks lending even more color to the young man. Again Nick couldn’t help enjoying the sight. It should have clashed with the other colors decorating him, but it didn’t. If you could judge on first impressions, he would have already been forced to decide that this person deserved no harassment at his hands. He found himself wanting to believe such a thing though he wasn’t usually so bothered by the idea. He didn’t want to see the golden eyes widen in fear or narrow in anger. Or close at the end of life.
But he would if he had to. Strength. Resolve. Focus. Focus Nicholas! he scolded himself, the use of his full first name even in his own mind enough to pull him back from the sympathies that had been invading his thoughts. He realized he’d been staring into space and turned his eyes back towards the unpacking male. He was praising teachers again and Nick was only half listening, letting his eyes wander away when one expression made Dom look suddenly more mature and capable. More like the figure of authority he was studying to perhaps become. Nick did not want to see that.
A half smile touched his lips. “I have no problem with teachers,” he lied. Hate was a strong word and would generate too much interest. Nick had no qualms about lying to even someone like this when it came to protecting the campus’ two spirits. He had a strong moral code, but it blanketed only a few key areas of his life. “I’m just cautious when it comes to anyone with power over someone else. Here, there isn’t really anyone to watch them if they did anything wrong.” Nick left out ‘except me’. He smiled and made the words quiet and casual, the tone announcing the end of that conversation. It wasn’t Nick’s motives that needed to be examined after all.
The calm broke as the next question startled him, blue eyes flashing surprise and a hint of alarm as he backpedaled like mad. “I… I am, I mean,” the blonde stood straight suddenly, as though under inspection. “I’m to take over the family business after school. I only meant… that it’s been planned for some time.” He felt unusually flustered and noticed the increasing tickle of energy and strength that meant the other had moved a bit closer. Nick swayed towards him, just a little, drawn by it as his eyes fluttered slightly. This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t as bad as it had been when he was directly beside the young man, but it was very hard to remember to stay cautious when you felt so powerful and animated.
He grinned without thinking, a wilder smile than the usually soft or subdued one he wore. The proximity was making him reckless but it was hard to remember to give a damn. He was a ghost. What was he afraid of? If he screwed up and revealed himself, no one would ever believe a new teacher. He could go ranting about a blonde haunting his room and get himself thrown out in a heartbeat. That would solve all Nick’s problems. Gathering information and watching were so slow. Nick flexed his fingers and felt the electricity ripple through them pleasantly, making him heady and electric without giving him over to complete mental slurring like last time.
“I lied, I don’t like teachers,” he announced suddenly, still grinning with the buzz. His common sense, currently bound and gagged in the back of his head, squirmed unhappily. “Which makes me wonder why I should like you.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 9:42 am
When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief.Kit blinked, and then his light laughter filled the room when he spotted Faust actually patting his own back. He seemed rather enthusiastic that he'd survived watching the whole thing and was even laughing himself. The blonde ghost made a mental note that his pet was obviously insane and would say one thing when he really meant another, because while he'd argued watching the show...he seemed rather energetic about it now.
"Now THAT is what I'm talking about."Kit grinned, his trademark filled with mischief and delight all rolled into on when Faust said they should go do something, of course he added that it shouldn't flood or destroy anything but then he'd also said he didn't want to watch Aliens. Suddenly the white haired male was looking around quickly and moving to the window and the a blone eyebrow vanished behind the equally blonde bangs and the pulled down hat. He went solid a second later when a book was handed to him and turned it to flip open the cover.
"Hah! I WROTE the book on pranks, and it was bigger than this, but at least you acknowledge my genius."Nick winked with a naughty laugh as he flipped through the book while scanning some of the ideas. They were mostly low key stuff, like what the white haired male said they should do. Not half as fun...although this one actually looked good. He tipped his head and his grin grew wider and took on an almost dark look as the book suddenly fell through his fingers and legs and hit the floor as he stood up, fully incorporeal.
"Come on."he called quickly turning and moving straight through the door of Fausts room and turning to head towards the cafeteria. What he wanted would likely be in there. His eyes glittered with the prospect of this working and the reactions in the morning.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:04 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. "Right."Dom smiled slightly, his impish grin suggesting that he didn't believe the blonde's statement that he had no problem with teachers. The purple haired male wasn't sure what had happened to him in the past, but it was obvious he'd gotten a very, very bad teacher. That was part of what Dom wanted to do to. His memories, because of one woman and a lot of in between teahers, was found and respectful. Get one teacher that was horrible or cruel and you could ruin a person forever. Nick was right about that, they had a LOT of influence and power over their students.
His gaze grew a little melancholy at the thought that one person could have soured him toward teachers in general, and at his age it wasn't likely that someone would change his opinion. He'd end up growing up, having kids, and going to parent/teacher conferences ready to chew some a**. He made a mental note to transfer if he suddenly got a kid with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. It wasn't likely he'd ever forget THOSE eyes. Nick's tone on his last comment said he was done talking about it, and Dom decided to respect that. It was doubtful he'd be able to change his mind anyway.
The slight melancholy that had hung over the situation shattered when his question seemed to startle the other male, who suddenly straightened like a broom had gotten taped to his spine. Gold eyes glittered in amusement and his lips twitched, but he managed not to give into the urge to laugh at the comical look on the student. Although when he was flustered, he was quite cute. No, bad Dom. Student. The quick chastisement didn't help much when the kid across from him started looking drunk again. Was it HIM causing that?
Dom tipped his head slightly to one side, watching the other boy sway slightly, his eyes fluttering almost like he had taken drugs while on a withdrawal. It was almost unnerving how quickly the shift came and then he suddenly shifted back to the apparently closed topic.
"I figured that."Dom nodded when he reversed his statement by saying he'd lied earlier. A blind mouse could have told that much. He winced slightly at the next comment and realized it actually hurt a little to know he was getting lumped in with the teachers. Well, technically he WAS wanting to become one...but he didn't like the sense that he'd somehow become the enemy.
"Ouch..."The violet haired male sighed, turning his head to regard the blonde with almost sad gold eyes. He had a sudden urge to find the teacher who'd soured him and kick him in the head a few times. He bet Nick would have made an excellent student, but with an attitude like that...he'd be a nightmare. But given how much he found himself wanting to reach out and touch him...maybe he deserved it. Jimminy Christmas what was wrong with him? Shaking his head slightly he braced his hands on the window sill and leaned his forehead against the sun warmed glass.
"I guess you don't...I'd rather you did, all things considered, but hey, I'm just not that adorable apparently."deciding to lighten the mood rather than let it drag them both down he rolled his forehead along the glass enough to flash a bright grin towards the other boy, slightly self-mocking, before he pushed off and walked back towards his bags. He had to unpack, and what really could you say to a comment like that? It would have been nice to be friends...but given how he reacted to the kid...probably better off this way. And promptly tripped on the bag he'd kicked into the room and went down in a gangly mess. His head thunked onto the hardwood and he decided to lay there in abject embarrassment with a hand over his eyes.
"Just shoot me now."he whined under his breath. So much for looking cool. He decided not to move as it was apparently safer just to stay on the floor than try and actually WALK. Lets break our neck before class even starts, in front of a cute, teacher hating, student. Yup...he needed the floor to swallow him up right about now...and any time it felt like it...like now? Nope. Great. When in need of a back up plan, lay still and look like you fully intended to do that.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 10:41 am
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Nick wasn’t altogether surprised that Dom had picked up on his lie about not minding the teachers. It hadn’t been a very good one and Dom wasn’t stupid. The purple haired young man was bright, had to be for the career he was considered. And it showed somehow when he spoke, even if he was a bit scatterbrained. Nick was still riding the high of confidence and security that came with the energy boost, though his enjoyment flagged a little at the hurt expression on the other’s face. He’d known it was a sharper, more vicious thing than he usually said. But it was too late to take back.
Eyes that had seemed irrepressibly happy despite the unfortunate combination of bad luck and clutter that followed Dom around didn’t seem right with sadness in them. They needed to be fixed. Nick had the absurd notion that he should demand Dom face the window so the light would be in them again. It was one of the most ridiculous thoughts he could remember having. And he was a freaking ghost. Weird was his normal.
“I don’t yet,” he said, again speaking without consulting his brain. The words took with them the last of the buzz as Dom moved away and Nick sagged, leaning on the windowsill. He watched his fingertips flicker like bad reception on an old television. Smoothly, he positioned himself so that his still solid body was between his hands and Dom.
He heard a couple of quick thumps and turned to see the very end of the fall to the floor. He caught himself before he moved to help, common sense once again free and at the reigns. He sighed, disappointed in having created a rift between them so quickly in the few seconds he’d been rather uninhibited. This was why he was careful to maintain some form of discipline usually. He didn’t pretend to himself that he and the gold eyed boy were instant friends, but it had been a surprisingly pleasant conversation, energy mishaps aside. Dom was easy to talk to. Blue eyes followed the movement as the other covered his eyes.
Nick froze. When he spoke, his voice had developed it’s own echo, making it sound like he were speaking from a long way off. “Don’t.” He was staring at the body on the floor, ‘just shoot me now’ repeating in his head until only the second word could be heard. In his head, it wasn’t the body of Dom after he’d tripped. Bang bang. And it hurt and where was the gun? He didn’t have it, hadn’t been able to get it away from the other person. And just shoot me. Shoot me again before I have to lie here bleeding and watch my brother die because I was too slow and I trusted the teachers to watch out for him. For us.. Just shoot me now.
Nick’s entire body flickered.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 11:02 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 sense of misery waned slightly at the short 'I don't' that had come from the other young male in the room. He shouldn't have been so concerned with what one kid thought about him, but he'd always been something of a people pleaser. Still, laying on the floor in an embarrassed lump was sure to keep anyone down. He had every intention of staying that way for a while, at least until he was alone and could properly beat his head into a wall. At least he did until he heard the single word that was spoken with enough horror to instantly snap his gold eyes open.
Without thinking about it he responded to the terror by flipping around on the floor to his stomach and lifting his head to stare at the blonde who had a look on his face that just might haunt Dom till his dying day. He'd NEVER seen anything like that and it struck his own heart and almost shattered it. Whatever Nick was thinking was not good.
"Nick."the violet haired male asked softly, rising to his hands and knees slowly as the lights in the room flickered briefly. Dom didn't have as much control over his abilities when he was worried or upset and that was a mild way of putting how he felt. No one should look that lost or hurt, and sure as hell not someone that he actually thought was a good guy and a student of his to boot.
Keeping his motions slow he rose to his feet and moved towards the window, just in time to see Nick flicker like a bad TV reception. Almost instantly Dom froze. Holy Brooklyn Dodgers...he really WAS a ghost. So what was happening? He didn't have enough experience with ghosts to know if this was normal or not. Then again, he'd always worked better going off instinct anyway.
"It's alright."Dom whispered, the lights flickering harder as he hesitated in front of the other male. He wasn't sure if he could actually pull this off, he'd touched a ghost before, but it had been more by accident. Gold eyes glanced towards his face and looking at that expression was enough to decide him.
"Easy."he kept his voice as calm as he could, the way one would talk to an enraged horse. Reaching out a hand that crackled slightly with the energy being drawn from the schools power lines and touched the boy's shoulder, to see if he could actually manage to contact the flickering image he was having a hard time keeping in visual sight.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 11:48 am
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From wherever else he was, Nick heard his name and eyes that weren’t quite seeing what was really in front of him strayed towards Dom. Like a blind man simply following sound, he didn’t really focus on his face but rather a point somewhere near his throat, sightlessly drifting over the area his name had come from. Names were important. They meant you were remembered, that someone knew you and needed something to call you because you mattered to them. He didn’t even notice the lights flickering around them, plunging the room in and out of shadows.
His face, if not his vision, continued to follow Dom’s voice as he spoke again. Energy buzzed and his body pulled it in on reflex. Unfortunately the untried combination of a freaking out ghost and an energy manipulating human produced a few unexpected results. Nick became a projector. Now when the lights went out from Dom’s power, Nick used their absence to project the basement as it had been that night. The lights would flicker and for just a second the bedroom was a basement. Then back to bedroom as the lights surged on again. Back and forth. Reality and nightmare fighting to occupy the same place.
The voice was nice though. Soothing. Softness cutting through in a way softness shouldn’t have been able to. It was gentle and calming and the words didn’t really matter, only the way they were said. He leaned towards it, meeting the hand part way. This close to Dom Nick’s body was practically alight with energy. He solidified the instant the fingers connected with his shirt. After all, the shirt was just a physical manifestation of his mind, not actual cloth. He savored the same buzzing drunk feeling, letting that energy ground him, pull him out of his memories. The basement was no longer flickering into sight around them. The bloodstains on the imagined floor were gone.
The deception was absolutely over. No way he could explain all that away even if he’d been thinking clearly. A giggle bubbled under Nick’s lips, eyes softening as they lost the wide horrified gaze he’d held a moment before. Muscles that had been tensed and aching even though they didn’t actually exist relaxed. Yeah, the jig was up. His non-human status was completely on display. Dom would have run, naturally. It was instinct, a survival trait to flee from the unknown. It was the smart thing to do. Nick could appreciate that.
But if Dom was gone, who’s hand was there on his shoulder? Where was the energy making him silly and drunk and blessedly relaxed again coming from? He could feel himself move, leaning against something solid and… “Warm,” he murmured sleepily.
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