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 Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:46 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra's eyes had softened towards both the boys, but she still wanted to be alone in her room. "Thank youuuu--!" Not even a second after Ryan had asked Martin to pick her up, she found herself being carried bridal style in Martin's arms. She hadn't expected shy Martin to do something bold. "Would you mind wrapping your arms around my shoulders? It would make it easier to carry you and your stuff." She hadn't even realized he was holding her bag. Sierra did ask asked and soon enough the two characters were on their way to her room while Ryan ran towards the nurse's office.
"You didn't have to do this, you know. You could have easily left me there." She stared at his chest to avoid eye contact. The queen knew people didn't like her. It wouldn't be too far out of line for the goodies to have left her there. Sierra wasn't sure but she thought she felt him squeeze her a little tighter. "No, I couldn't have. I know what it's like to feel hurt and be ignored. I wouldn't let someone else suffer that." Sierra thinks she understands why he is the way he is a little bit more. She knew something terrible had happened in his past, but now she had another clue: physical abuse. She hoped he didn't notice the tear stains that were on his shirt. He had noticed, but knew better than to mention them.
He gently set her on the bed and Ryan had gotten there in time to start the towel and cleaning. Sierra had the tiniest blush as Ryan asked her if he could treat her feet. "If you'd like to." She squirmed slightly has he began unwrapping her feet and tried not to flinch or whimper at the parts that were stuck to her feet. Martin looked ready to leave since he had nothing else to do, but Sierra grabbed his hand.
And then it seemed Martin understood. Sierra wasn't that bad a girl. She just didn't know how to get close to people. She reacted with a mask because maybe she knew no other way to react. "Why are you both helping me?" Sierra sounded soft as she looked at the two boys who so kindly helped her.
It was seriously messing with her strong front. She didn't even realize she was crying. "I will repay you for your kindness when I am able to." Sierra managed to keep her voice steady even if she couldn't stop the tears. "Is there anything that you would like? Clothes, some material object, a favor of some sort?" The fact that she was viewing this as a deal rather than simple human decency gave the boys a better understanding of how she must have been raised.
Martin answered, "I don't want anything thanks. It was just the right thing to do." When Ryan finished his work, Sierra grabbed him and gave the two boys a hug. Sure it might have been awkward for the two boys, but Sierra had been hugging them really tight. Martin understood that she needed the contact and gave it to her by rubbing her shoulders. He heard a mumbled thank you from her.
Yeah, maybe there was a bit more to the cold-hearted Sierra than he gave credit for.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 8:11 pm
 R Y A N 0000 D .00000 L A P P E T0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A P O L L O
Ryan unwrapped the girl's feel very carefully, one at a time. He cleaned them with the warm soft cloth, then let them dry while he opened the tube of ointment. The sight of the cuts made him feel ill, but he was trying to be brave, when the girl asked why he was helping he looked up at her confused...
"I... You were hurt. And I'm not a monster... I'm sure you would have done the same for either of us. Right? Oh, don't cry... I'm sorry. Oh god umm. I You're really pretty. Please don't cry."
The painfully awkward young man floundered and looked down, seeing that her feet were dry enough to treat now. He tried to clam himself enough to have a steady hand then took her first foot in his soft palm, spreading soothing ointment over the cuts and scrapes. It wouldn't feel soothing at first, but it wouldn't hurt much. more then if he were just putting water on it, plus it would help to keep her feet from getting infected. Once the foot was medicated he wrapped it in gauze then in a bandage, then he taped it in place. He did that same for the other foot, the whole time trying not to vomit. Once he taped it in place he wiped his fingers on the red stained damp cloth. Ryan looked up at Sierra and felt horrible to see her still in tears. He got up and sat beside her on the bed, putting a hand softly on her knee.
"No, no. You don't need to repay us. We hardly did anything for you Sierra. Just please don't be upset. I can't stand around and pretend like someone's fine when they are hurt and I can help, if anything we were being selfish by not leaving you alone when you told us to. So don't cry, shh."
Ryan wanted to hug the girl but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch her, or if it would be weird. So instead he reached up to smooth her hair before he got up to take care of the wrappers and bloody cloth. He cleaned up quickly, throwing most everything away, but going into the bathroom to wash the hand cloth in the sink. Once everything was clean and orderly, even more so then when he had found it he returned to Sierra's side.
"Is there anything else I can get you? Did you get lunch?"
He sounded legitimately concerned and used his free hand to push his glasses up his nose. Ryan gave a little smile and then took a handkerchief out of his pocket. It was light blue with a cool atom design embroidered on one of the corners, he had embroidered it himself. The boy used it to wipe the tears from her cheeks then put the clean, soft cloth into her hand.
"No one deserves to be hurt, especially not pretty girls. Here."
When the girl did hug him he hugged back, rubbing her back softly. He was a good hug giver, but he didn't have that much practice. Ryan let her go then smiled at the Queen.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 9:47 pm
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin smiled at Ryan's attempted flattery. Actually, maybe extending a friendship with Sierra might be good for the three characters. The boys would get more interaction with a girl (even if said girl could get scary angry and make him want to run away) and she'd get some guys that were nice to her. The Wicked Queen was apparently lacking friends. Of course, he wouldn't say that to her in fear that she'd lash out at him.
After the three parted, Sierra wiped the remaining tears away with the offered handkerchief. Oddly enough he felt like hugging her and not letting go until she really cried it out, but that was just odd. This was the first time he'd ever had a conversation with her for crying out loud. That would just be a bit too weird.
"Thank you for asking Ryan. I did have lunch. By the way, this is a nice handkerchief...I'm sorry for sounding rude, but are the two of you nerds?" Martin nodded a little tensely. "Does it matter?"
He wondered if she were going to make fun of them for it; baddies liked to make fun of goodies a lot. "Oh no. It's just...I'm a fan of sci-fi literature. I've already read all the books they have in the library and wondered if perhaps either of you had a few books that the library doesn't?"
Whoa. The Wicked Queen was actually a nerd?! "Do you have any books of your own?" Maybe they could trade books! "I do though my collection is not that big. I hope you can keep it secret. My role doesn't allow me to read science fiction very often." Wait up now. She wasn't allowed to read sci-fi? Martin supposed he understood; he was a prince and the faculty wanted him to have a well rounded education. Fiction would wait until after he did all the homework which he always did in a timely manner. He honestly loved learning and having the education he was being given was amazing. "Sure, I can get you a book. It'll have to wait till after CLASS!"
He turned to look at Ryan. "We're late for class!" Sierra seemed ready to shoo them out. "Don't miss any more than you already have. I'll be fine here." Martin frowned, "what about you?" She explained that someone was going to bring her homework for their last class of the day. "Oh okay. What about dinner?" She paused.
"Hmm. Well why don't the two of us come back with dinner for you? Can't have you hungry all night." Her body language was unsure of taking up that offer. "Would you rather us come get you and take you to dinner? That won't be hard either." He really thought she needed some friends...hey! "You ought to talk to Belissa. She loves books and I'm sure the two of you could talk a lot about different subjects. She's really nice." For some reason that got a strained smile out of Sierra. "I'm sure she is to you. I don't mean to sound biased towards all goodies, but I'm sure she would not treat me the same as she would treat either of you. Had I not been so obviously injured, I'm quite sure the two of you would have continued walking away from me. I don't want anyone's pity."
Martin wanted to refute her, but realized he couldn't. It was true. He wouldn't have talked to her or given her the time of day. Had he not seen how bad her feet were, he'd have ignored her and continued thinking she was cold and mean. "But...I mean...well..." He ran a hand through his hair. "It's not pity. And you really should have dinner." She sighed and told them she would think about the dinner offer as it all depended on her feet. "Okay. Well...I suppose I'll see you later." He smiled at Ryan and gave him a nod. "Thanks for all the help." He was definitely getting Ryan a gift for this.
He rubbed her shoulder (which was incredibly disconcerting) and left her room to run to his next class. His meeting Sierra was all out weird. It was like he knew her and he didn't. She was just a girl but she was also the frigid royal queen. She was a baddie. She wasn't someone he wanted to befriend.
And yet, he did want to find out more about her.
He'd find Ryan afterwards and ask him what he thought of Sierra. He'd also find Belissa and ask her for her opinion.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:20 pm
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Ryan cringed when she asked if he was a nerd... The first thing he thought was that she would say something horrible. She would call him weak or gay or something... He wasn't sure what exactly, but the boy had always aspired to be a more masculine guy then he was. Not being very strong at all he was also target to some of the schools more macho bullies. That one of the resins he was friends with Martian, the guy was really strong and tough even if he didn't act it. If Mart was around no one would pick on him. When the other guy admitted their nerd standing Ryan shrugged and said yeah, he was. When she said that she liked SciFi books he couldn't stop himself from laughing and grabbing his backpack from the floor. He was reading Walter M Miller' A Canticle for Leibowitz right then and didn't mind loaning it to the girl, he was sure the library didn't have it, he had, had to special order it from Amazon. One more perk... He got an allowance for books.
"Yeah. I've got more then plenty, Have you read A Canticle for Leibowitz? It's really good, here."
He put the book in the girl's lap, not waiting for her reply. She would be stuck in her room all day, the least he could do was leave her a book. When Mart spoke of class Ryan's heart jumped, he was late! The redhead jumped up, zipping his backpack closed and dashing for the door in one fowl swoop. He stopped in the doorway though, waiting for Marty. When his friend talked about Belle he avoided eye contact with either of them. The girl was to pretty, to self assured to adventurous for Ryan to be able to approach her. He just got nervous around her.
When Sierra accused him of not talking to her before he shrugged. That was a known fact. She had acted mean and there were plenty of people he didn't talk to. Most of the girls in the school he had never spoken a word to, it wasn't like she was a unique case.
"We will bring you dinner, And I'll help you with your bandages before lights out, Don't push yourself, see ya later."
Ryan closed the door behind him self and took off down the hall he had calculus three now, and he was late! By the time he got to class he was out of breath and his teacher was rather annoyed, it was only Ryan in the class so he had to wait... Ryan explained that he had to help a friend with a medical emergency and was not marked as late. He got the work and started to take notes on the old man's lecture.
In the back of his mind he was thinking about sierra though... She was really pretty... and she liked sci-fi... and she talked to him, she was smart too. Compared to other girls here she was a genius. A beautiful genius... Who he had rescued like a knight. Ladies liked it when you rescued them. Ryan was not really paying attention to the teacher, he already got this lesson, the old man was just repeating himself. Ryan could only think about Sierra... He should really do something nice for her. He could cart his sci-fi collection over to her room and leave it there... that way she could read them all at her leisure, and it's not like he was going to read them again any time soon. That was a good plan, he could do that, but he wouldn't be able to carry them all on his own, even with the skate board, skate board.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 12:26 pm
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Ryan got out of class early, he had the homework and was allowed to work on it in his room or the library or where ever he wanted. The redhead made his way back to his room, he had a plan for his spare time. This Sierra girl really was on his mind.
When the boy got back to his room he dumped his bag on his unmade bed then rushed to his closet, out came the unused skate board, and big gray plastic tub. The skate board had been a gift, but he never tried to use it. Ryan knew that he didn't have the coordination to skate, but it made a good stuff mover. Into the big plastic moving tub went all of his sci-fi books. And boy, did he have a collection. Ryan had four full sized book shelf units. One and a half of them were sci-fi novels. He filled the box in no time and he had ti pile another tub on top of it, filling that one almost to the brim. Once he was satisfied with what he was going to loan to Sierra, he put the lid on the second tub and pulled his backpack back on.
It was awkward pushing the big box on box pile down the empty hallway, it was chest level high on him and he had to bend over just a little to keep it from falling off the board. It took a few minutes for him to make it to Sierra's room, the door was closed and he felt his heart start to pound with nervousness. What if she wanted to be left alone, it was weird that he was returning so soon, and without Marty. The boy knocked loudly twice on the door and spoke up.
"Hey Sierra, It's Ryan, may I come in?"
The Ginger tried the knob and kept his free hand on the boxes. He wondered if she was sleeping and he would be the thing that woke her up, would she be angry at him? Or maybe she was in the bathroom, he didn't want to be a bother. But then again, maybe she was incredibly board and he was rescuing her once again, maybe she would love to have company, maybe she would be happily surprised to see him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 9:01 pm
 Ephraim Venefice The Sorcerer's Apprentice "Well, my friend Kari used to call me Eph," he closed one eye and ruffled his hair, "I don't think that she ever realized why people thought it was funny." He glanced away suddenly unsure of what to say. Well you just went from lame to pathetic real quick he thought dryly as his eyes locked upon something. Hanging on the wall was the meal schedule for the week framed within a glass case. Framed within the impossible depths of the glass was his reflection. He noticed his glasses were slightly crooked and that his hair was slightly damp with sweat from his practice. Shame began to creep in and he turned away from himself in disgust. He had not seen the accomplished sorcerer, he had not seen the brilliant and beautiful man, he only saw...
Please Grandma! Where is Mommy? I want Daddy! Why did they leave me alone?
...ome say goodbye to Mommy Ephraim! Hurry, She has to go soon!
Little feet padding down the hall, their staccato beat tapping out the rhythm of this home. They are central, essential. Without them, there is no Mommy, no Daddy. Tears of innocence racing to reach the rug. Why does Mommy have to go? Why does Daddy have to follow? It's not fair, the baby sitter is a meany head.
Momma please stay!
I can't honey, we have to leave! Now come on! Let's wipe away those...
...tears running down his face. Ephraim touched his cheeks in disbelief. He was crying. Here, in front of people he had just met. What the ******** is wrong with me? He took a step away and hid his face away so they couldn't see him. "I.. I forgot some stuff back in my class, I'll talk to you guys later.." was all he managed to choke out before he turned and ran.
He made it all the way to his dorm hallway before he stopped. He leaned his back against a door and slid down, the unsanded grain pulling at his shirt and back. He pulled his legs in and wrapped his arms around his knees. He needed Kari, he needed someone. He wasn't going to survive like this. I need... Unable to even form the thought he slammed his head against the door and looked toward the ceiling, the label 'Blue 2' a barrier in his path toward the sky.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 9:20 pm
『 ✖ MARCEL J. CASSILEN ✖』
|| тнe ᴅevιʟ ||  Walking down the hall Marcel made his way to his last period.
The way to class was mostly empty of people, only a few stragglers still mingling in hidden corners as class was forgone for more important matters like school gossip. Some lockers were left slightly ajar, maybe when a arrant slam caused it to open again without notice or even a prankster prying them open to sneak a peek at the goodies inside. He rightly didn't care which and he knew there wasn't anything of interest in the metal cavities to warrant a closer look so he ignored them in favor walking toward his class with outward ease. His pace unhurried as he took in the silence. A rarity in a place always rambling with something or other and a event that he greatly enjoyed to the fullest.
To be honest no matter how his comment had seemed to Belissa he truly was in no hurry to get to class. The teacher's 'understanding' tone and soft 'concerned' eyes always irritated him to no end under long periods of time. And in doing so it sucked any enjoyment that he may have found in the class its self. So why was he still trudging on to the class when his first inclination was to just walk back to his dorm and take a leisurely smoke at the balcony? One reason was the fact that he had promised Seirra that he would pick up her work for her. And when he made a statement like that he liked to fulfill it to the best of his abilities. Another was the fact that he just couldn't miss anymore classes. The Principal was already getting suspicious at his sudden appearances and disappearances from class. A suspicion that he just could not afford to arouse if he had any thought as to his privacy. But mostly...mostly he could not go back to his dorm at this moment because he knew that all he would do is brood.
It was something that he kept secret from people. His small moments of indecisions in which he thought about what he had done...and if there were some way that he could have handled it better. Some small detail that he could have missed, something he could have said to change things. He thought of everything. From the small problems to the large. And that little moment with that kid…was no different from the rest. Long story short: His emotions got out of control.
His pet peeve with touch and his remembrances of times of putting down punks before they could try to put him down…came back on him. And that…led him to be disappointed. Disappointed in himself. He had gotten over all that. Or at least he had thought that he had. It had only been two years or so since he had escaped all that mess. And willingly at that. So that should be time enough for any sort of scarring to just heal over….right?
A small sigh escaped his lips as he finally came upon the door to his psychology class. There was truly no time for this. And he wasn‘t exactly in the mood for it either. Especially not now. Marcel bolstered himself before he opened the door…more than likely it would be a long thirty minutes…▄▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ≫ Short Time Jump Exiting the open portal of the class room, Marcel could but help the thought that he had left the confines of the room no wiser than he had been the moment before. Though that might have something to with the fact that he had gave the lesson as much mind as he would a pack of Marlboros. Whatever the case he did leave slightly richer…in stolen knowledge. It was easy truthfully. Just draw up a good sob story about how he was reminded about his parents today, how it led to be distracted and woefully inattentive. Throw in a strong face holding back noble tears. And a small diagram on what the class had been talking about today was his. Along with Sierra‘s homework that he quickly pocketed as the teacher searched her work closet for copies. For added measure he also….borrowed some notes from one his fellow classmates. A bookish type that he knew would use precise wording and clear handwriting. Usually stealing things like this wasn‘t his sort of things. Especially something that he knew someone had worked hard on. It shouldn’t matter that much. He was planning on giving it back. Just…not today. And probably not to her face.
His job done Marcel immediately started in the direction of his dorm room for the smoke that he had been craving for what seemed like some time now. His left hand already snaking into his jacket pocket for the worn silver lighter that he kept there. He would give Sierra her homework in a few minutes...
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 9:52 pm
 oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N There was a knock at the door and Andy froze, thinking it was Stetson come to beat him up or That black guy or someone else who just wanted to see him suffer. Unfortunately the kid couldn't let this knock go unanswered, he was already very much hurt, if they wanted to hurt him more so be it. The hero got up, still holding the pillow against his middle. He opened the door and saw... That gay nerdy kid.... He had been leaning against his door. But why?
"Uh... Can I help you?"
Andy's eyes were red, his cheeks stained with tears, his shirt wet around the collar, and his body bruised and obviously beaten. He looked like a complete mess, and his voice was low and rough. Not the normal smooth tone he worked for. It took him a bit to see that The guy had been crying too. He looked upset. Great. Andy bent down and extended a hand to help the kid get up and come inside.
"Come in, I'm Andy. What the hell's wrong with you?"
Andy could tell something was wrong but of course he didn't know the story. Apparently he hardly knew anything any more. He needed a friend though, and this guy would have to do. It was also mostly because he didn't look like he would beat our hero in a fight, Andy was tired of betting his butt beat.
The new guy looked ruffled, his cheeks glistened with new tears and he smelled lightly of sweat. His clothing was disheveled like he had been running. Did he get beat up too? Probably not, there were not marks.
"You do want t' come in right?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 9:58 pm
ooooooooooooo M a r t i n
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo C h e v a l i e r Martin was terribly worried that the teacher would get mad at him for being late, but she wasn't. Sometimes being a shy boy had its advantages. Not that he wanted to take advantage of people! Or be purposely manipulative or anything like that!
He got out of class quickly enough and went to Ryan's class to see if he was there. "Huh. Weird..." Maybe he went to go see Sierra already; Martin saw how much Ryan was attracted to the quiet queen.
He wasn't sure how he felt about that.
As he walked towards the dorms, he saw a huge black person and felt something of a headache coming. Or maybe it was anger...but why would he be angry? He hadn't even talked to the kid! When the other turned, he finally recognized the person: it was the Devil. "Hey, aren't you Sierra's friend?"
Oh no. Why'd he even speak out loud! He hadn't meant to do that at all. He immediately looked away to avoid eye contact. The headache was growing bigger and he rubbed his temples. In case Marcel had turned around, he said, "Um, have you seen her today? I don't know if you know, but she was hurt pretty bad...and I don't know how many classes she missed. I'm sure she'd want her homework...at least she seems the kind to want her homework..." Good God, why couldn't he shut his mouth?! "You know what, I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go."
He seemed to shrink in on himself and walked away to the girl's dorms. He had to go find Ryan and check in on Sierra. He could ask her then about any missing homework she wanted rather than ask Marcel. He REALLY wished he'd gotten that smart idea before opening his trap. "Ryan, tell me you're there or else this is gonna be really awkward..." he muttered to himself.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 10:31 pm
ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l After the two boys had left, Sierra carefully set aside the offered book and curled into a ball on her bed. Then she started shaking. Then she started sniffling. Within a few minutes she was full out crying into her pillows.
She hated what her life had turned into. She hated being forced into this. She thought she might have been able to be better than what her parents had thought of her. Apparently not. Sierra was trapped. What had she done to deserve this? Didn't she get exceptional grades? Didn't she perform the social niceties? Was it her cold attitude? What?! What had gotten the Academy's eye on her in the first place?
Why could she never be loved?
All she had wanted at home was love. Just a simple little phrase from her parents. I love you. But she never got that. She'd have danced on fire if it meant getting her parents to say that to her. Sure they gave her the best of everything and got her the best of tutors, but that was out of duty to their heir. Not love. And here? Here was worse! She was hated for her assigned role. She was despised for being an evil character. Oh forget that Sierra was just a girl; no, she deserved the pain. She deserved the fate of losing all ability to walk. No, they wouldn't be so cruel as to kill her off with skin melting iron boots...but they would force her to do it several times in those excruciatingly painful boots.
When she'd finished crying, she had felt depressed. Sierra knew her fate; she was doomed to be alone and hated for the rest of her life. And maybe...maybe that really was all she deserved.
In order to ignore those dangerous thoughts, she turned to the book that Ryan had given her earlier. She started to read it and ignore her emotions again. Honestly, having those two boys help her was beyond a surprise. Martin had temporarily forgotten his touch phobia and Ryan had even called her pretty. It had been nice...and that was why she revealed her like of science fiction. Sierra needed a way to keep talking to them; what better way than to sacrifice a small secret? She was getting really into the story when she heard a knock on the door.
She'd given a small smile when she heard it was Ryan. "Come in, the door is open." She'd propped up against the bed with her legs crossed and his book resting on her lap. She had a tiny half smile on her face and her eyes were more brown than before. It had been a pleasant surprise to see him. When she saw the tubs on a skateboard, she tilted her head and blinked. "Excuse me, but what is in the boxes?" She motioned to the bed and the chairs. "Please sit wherever you like. I'd stand to greet you, but I think you understand why I can't."
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 10:56 pm
Ephraim Venefice The Sorcerer's Apprentice The next thing Ephraim knows, the door he had been leaning on suddenly disappeared and he would up on his back looking up at Andy. His first reaction would have been to wipe his face to pretend he hadn't been crying but from the looks of things, Andy was having a less then spectacular day as well. "Wow, you look like s**t," he said blatantly while he reached for his hand, "Nice to meet you, I'm Ephraim. You--uh--have really soft hands." MENTAL FACEPALM. What. The. Hell. Is. Wrong. With. Me. Ephraim turned white with embarrassment because after he said that, the next thing he thought was and warm. He was just expelling awkward social situations left and right today. He looked up at Andy again. Mistake, way too tempting to say something else stupid. Jesus Christ, I'm like a little school girl! He never acted like this ever, in fact, Ephraim could not even remember a time when he had ever complimented a guy to his face. Now that he was turning red after imagining things he would like to do with that face, he decided it was time to have a little damage control and to take a little cold shower of reality.
He wasn't sure exactly what to say so he went and sat and Andy's bed. "What the hell's wrong with me? You look like s**t dude, did you get hit by a train? This was in part actual curiosity but was mostly just a ruse to distract Andy from Ephraim's comment. Now that he really thought about it, Andy was very attractive. It was easy to see why girls fawned over him, but he wondered if the rumors of Andy's darker side were true. Not that it really mattered, he would turn out to be straight or closeted as Ephraim's crushes usually went. He was definitely not looking for another closet case.
Ephraim truly wondered what this guy could have done to get his current array of physical trophies. He didn't look like the fighting type and from what he knew of him, he wasn't one. What was a guy like him getting into fights about? Better question, why was he so upset? It definitely seemed to be more than just crying because he got beat up. In the face of helping someone else, Ephraim pushed his pain away and focused intently on Andy's answer.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 11:25 pm
oooooooooooooA N D Y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo E N D S A L A D D I N Andy actually smiled when the odd little guy complemented his hands. He worked hard for his soft smooth, well kept appearance and it was really nice to hear a complement from another guy and not just some girl who wanted his emotional heart.
"Thanks, I moisturize twice a day... Burtz-bee's milk and honey."
Andy closed the door and watched the boy walk over and sit down on his bed... Now that he really looked, the boy was muscular, very fit. He probably could win in a fight... Great, just what he needed, to get the s**t beat out of him by the gayest kid in school. Andy moved to sit next the guy, holding the pillow against his stomach and hugging it when he sat down. He looked defeated, hurt and heat-breakingly sad.
"I got beat up... twice. First by Stetson the son-of-a-b***h.... Then by some black guy."
Andy sounded bitter, he looked down, avoiding eye contact as he felt his left eye swell by the minute. It was nice to talk about this to someone, especially another guy. Ephraim could understand the pain he was in, the hurt that getting beaten up put on your pride as a man. It was horrible. He felt so vulnerable.
"I... I kissed Bianca, the girl who play's Snow white? Out in the woods and she didn't like it or something, went and told Stetson.... He then decided to choke me out, twice. Half the time he was on top of me the guy weight a million pounds, he was crushing me... All the while my best friend watched and didn't do Anything! Or at least I thought she was me best friend... Not so sure now. Then I was trying to befriend this black guy and he hits me in the face! So hard I literally flew back a couple feet. It's like every guy who goes to this school is a freaking body builder..."
Tears welled up in his eyes and Andy blinked, trying to suppress them but only letting them roll down his cheeks. His battered poor cheeks. If there was a prize for the ability to take a beating, Andy would come in first place, he was the master.
"What happen to you? The gay parade canceled?"
Andy only made the jokes because he was afraid of his own sexuality... He worried that people thought he was gay, that he was actually gay, and that he just didn't know it, given the chance he would have sex with a man especially one as handsome as Ephraim. The boy was handsome and Andy could respect that. A voice in the back of his head told him to go for it... But then again he might punch him in the face for trying anything... Andy would just have to see where the conversation lead, they were on his bed after all. This was his turf.
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 11:46 pm
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"Please, don't even think about standing. I brought my Sci-Fi collection over. I thought that if you can't walk, it would be easier to just lug it all over and you can read them at your leisure."
the Ginger grinned and stepped into the room, pushing the skateboard in front of him. He closed the door carefully, then pushed the tubs over to Sierra's bed. After a moment he realized that he wouldn't be able to lift the tubs off of the skate board and put them on the floor like he thought he would... That was a huge embarrassment in it's self, the boy's cheeks grew pink and he stood holding the tubs upright...just looking at Sierra.
"Umm... I was going to put these on your floor... But I can't lift them... Let me try actually."
He was going to hurt himself. Ryan knew it, this was stupid idea... He gripped the top of the top gray plastic tub and took a step back, making room for it in front of him. The box now in his hands fell immediately to the ground, bringing Ryan down with it. He fell on top of the box, his back stinging from what he knew was a pulled muscle. Yeah, that hurt. Ryan groaned and sat on top of the box putting a hand to his lower back... Yes he was still as weak as he remembered...
"I'm okay, Sorry about that, I thought I was stronger. I guess not yet. "
The kid blushed and looked down at the tub in front of him, still on the skate board... That one would be easier, he just had to tip it to get his board out from underneath, but with the pulled muscle in his back moment would be painful. Apollo gave a grin to the girl on the bed and hoped she wouldn't see that he had hurt himself.
"I thought you would be bored all alone in here. And I got out of math early so, Here I am."
He shrugged wincing as his shoulders moved up and down. Carrying a back pack would be fun. The redhead laughed, and looked to Sierra for a smile. She looked like she had been crying again though. Poor girl. No one deserved the pain she had been put though. He felt bad that she might be forced to do it again, he wanted to find some way to help her, but this was all he knew, helping her heal and entertain herself.
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Posted: Fri Dec 31, 2010 12:06 am
Ephraim Venefice The Sorcerer's Apprentice Ephraim rolled his eyes, sarcasm rolling off of him in waves. "No, I was crying because no one has any original insults anymore. Where have the good douches gone?"
He looked at Andy's bruises a little more closely. They sure looked pretty awful and his black eye was definitely getting worse. He whispered an incantation to the tip of his finger quiet enough so that Andy wouldn't hear.
"Now hold still or else this will hurt," he warned. Before waiting to hear an answer, he lightly brushed the edge of his black eye with the finger he had bespelled. He hadn't even thought before he did this, he just did. At this point he had forgotten everything except that his hand was touching Andy's face which was very VERY close to Ephraim's.
Ephraim leaned back and cleared his throat, "Umm, so why did Stetson just choke you? He doesn't seem the type to attack someone without trying to work things out first. From what I hear, he really takes the whole king thing seriously. Oh, and why did you kiss Bianca?? Seems kind of random."
Apparently everything he had heard about everyone today had been true. He was a little disappointed in Andy now that he knew but what he really wanted to know was why? What had caused Andy to behave that way? Was there something that Ephraim could do to help? He was determined to find out.
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