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 Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 10:43 am
"******** you..." he said in a flair of irritation, though seconds later he thought he could have selected better words that might not sound like an invitation to the crazed man sitting beside him. Where the HELL was that nurse call button??
"What then if I call in the nurses hmm? Or the cops... what if I gave them YOUR description, what will you do -then-? Think you can claim me from jail or worse?"
He said through gritted teeth.
He was not -his-, he'd spent too long already to realize that he cared about Demy, he was not going to loose that to some acid-eyed freak in a raver-malitia uniform.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 10:55 am
"I'm sure you'd love to."
Boy Z, that little outburst hadn't been the best choice of words you've ever made.
"Fun and games aside, I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Scheelite moved to sit back, giving a rather condescending 'tsk tsk' motion towards Z with an outstretched hand.
"You see man, it's not like I'm all that normal, and I'm not exactly defenseless against people. You send someone after me, they're gonna wind up dead. How's that for weighing on the conscience? Can you honestly sit back and just..send people to their deaths because you can't handle one little stalker?"
It -had- to just be a hollow threat. There's no way he'd kill anyone that came after him right? He looked like just a kid, he wouldn't be able to handle everything that came his way.
...That devious little smirk said otherwise.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 11:10 am
His eyes narrowed, remembering being hauled into the alley, and a small shudder at the memory of a hand being shoved into his chest for a brief if agonizing moment.
"And if I can?" his eyes narrowed calculating, or trying. "Perhaps I'll just have to be selective about whom I send after you, if you've really been watching, do you think you could put that past me?"
Man his head hurt, he felt so much like he was missing something.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 11:26 am
"If I'm not afraid of cops, why do you think I'd be afraid of the little bullies that plague you? This isn't high school, this is the big bad outside world. But hey, if you want to send them to me so I can do your dirty work for you go for it. Just means more collection time for me and that's always good."
'Collection time' sounded rather devious, but he didn't seem willing to elaborate on that at the moment.
"Don't think so hard, it's not like you have anything to figure out. I'm sure that medication is knocking you for a loop huh?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 11:43 am
"....shut up." He scowled.
He didn't like being reminded that he was not working at full mental capacity.
He hated being out of -control-, he didn't have a handle on this situation, nor could he seem to find one.
"If your so eager for more 'collection time' why not take care of them -anyhow-? Do you really think it would bother me? If your going to stalk me... try making yourself useful."
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 11:54 am
"Maybe I already have?"
Schee shook his head, grinning at the other.
"I mean, it's me stalking you, not you stalking me. How can you be so sure I haven't taken care of some things already? Though Zac...you should know better! I can't just pick off everyone bothering you..that'd be rather suspicious now wouldn't it? I can't have fun following you if you're locked up..."
He stood up, giving a very cautious stretch. Schee didn't seem so eager to overly stretch certain muscles, but when wasn't he acting weird anyway?
"You need to hurry up and get better, you aren't much fun in here ya know."
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:01 pm
"It's only suspicious if you don't have a plan, Really, circumstances are everything." he said sounding irritable. "Though I suppose disposing of the better part of our schools so called sport teams would be a stretch to cover up even for the -talented-" he murmured sounding more irritated to admit it.
He knew that kind of reservation in stretching, he was sure of it.
"...sore?" He asked suspicious.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:12 pm
"Circumstances can only cover so much, I think it'd be -pretty damn suspicious- if everyone who's so much as glanced at you wrong suddenly disappeared, don't you? Pranks here and there are one thing, but actually disposing of them is another. Though yeah, I could use the collection time, but I want my little toy to still be a place I can access him."
And by toy, he definitely meant Z.
"Yep."
Well...at least he wasn't trying to lie.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:21 pm
"I am not a TOY" he snapped hands clenching into tight fists. There was a sore spot indeed, no control, and no -respect- either.
"... so this... chest yanking thing you do kills people?" he paused trying to collect himself but his head head was spinning more than a little and he was more than afraid he'd fall asleep mid conversation again as he had with his mother before.
"I'll ask again, why -tell- me, what the HELL did I do to garner your interest, Surely its dangerous for me to know."
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:34 pm
"Awhh but you're so cute when you're frustrated!"
Seemed like Scheelite was not the person to go looking for respect from.
"Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't."
So much for straight answers. There was the tiniest bit of hesitation before this question was answered, and as soon as it was he moved on again.
"Let's just say, that some part of me needs you. Don't bother asking why, because I don't feel like telling you. Got it?"
Barely a moment of pause.
"Good!"
Apparently, Scheelite had already answered for him.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:41 pm
"I am not... Cute, cute serves no purpose." he growled.
Needs?... NEEDS? he could -almost- use it if he just, knew.
"Why do you not feel like telling me? Afraid that little student me might pose a threat to you?" he mocked.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:52 pm
"You are cute, and I'm awesome. Facts of life Zac, better get used to it."
There was a pause, as though Schee was thinking something through. Or...perhaps arguing with himself...
"No, you aren't a threat, but that part of me isn't talking right now. S-so there..."
Another pause...during which he stormed his way over to the chair he had previously been occupying and punched the back of it. Rather -hard-.
"Not...in...charge."
As quick as the violence had come, it was gone. Scheelite was all devious grins again.
"Got it?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:58 pm
Z went -very- still watching the strange 'exchange' that just took place.
"Got it..." he replied cautious, backfired, not good.
Awesome... he sounded like, well he sounded like Dem.
Same phrase, same -eyes- almost the same hair...almost.
Maybe he knew about Dem, maybe he was mocking it... maybe he'd known before Z did, that he cared about Dem and was trying to supplant him.
His chest felt tight, what if he hurt Dem, what if it was HIM that cracked Dem's ribs before, what if it was him that had so recently broken them!
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 1:07 pm
"Excellent!"
Schee was on the move again, this time striding over to the bed so he could give the smaller boy a pat on the head.
"So, if that's the end of twenty questions tonight I'll be on my way. Afterall, they should be about done cleaning up that code down the hall..."
That grin...wasn't very nice. But no time to analyze it as he quickly moved toward the door.
"See ya later Zac, and...I definitely will. I'm watching you afterall~"
The door opened and he slipped out as quickly as he had come.
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