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 Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 9:29 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
He grimaced when Kaito’s head whipped around to look at him. That word. Why did it always feel so wrong to use it. The taste was slimy in his mouth and his expression was twisted into an unpleasant scowl. Violet eyes were narrowed darkly at Kaito, not exactly aimed at him, but catching him full in the backlash of Jack’s abhorrence for anything that remotely sounded like begging. The knuckles on his free hand turned white as he clenched the fist, digging his nails hard into his palm to distract himself.
It was alright, he told himself over and over. Kaito was his, so he could occasionally lower himself like that without losing face. And he’d found what a strong reaction it made, didn’t he? Part of the game, part of the game. He always won his games unless he got bored and wandered away in pursuit of something else. Having to go to unusual methods this time only proved that Kaito was a challenge to him, something that would be worth more to win than one tiny moment of losing face.
But Jack still wore the ‘tell anyone and I’ll kill you’ look, just to be sure Kaito understood. That kind of thing, that word of admitting he needed something he couldn’t force, always cost him something. He didn’t know why he felt it more strongly than most people except that certain words he took seriously. Words like ‘please’ and ‘promise’ and sometimes ‘free food’.
“He’s not here,” Jack said unnecessarily. “You think too much, Doc.” No Jack wasn’t stupid enough to think a person couldn’t be affected by their own family without them physically present, but he was trying to make a point damnit. Jack was there. He was physically in front of Kaito, able to reach out and slug him if he wanted to. Kaito’s father, whoever he was, could probably find some way to affect his son, but it would take time and motivation. They hadn’t done anything to warrant either from anyone else.
Well, there was the fight, sure, but Jack didn’t count that. That was just boys-being-boys as his mother often grumbled. “Besides,” he added, the scowl fading as the lips curved up again, “I’d look bad if something happened to my roommate unless I wanted it to. If he sends you a stern letter for being caught up in a fight, I promise to hide it from your delicate eyes.” Smirk.
They neared the end of the hall and Jack absently tugged at the collar of his white shirt. He grimaced and looked down at the thing. He'd been successfully distracted from its presence for most of the day but the feel of the richer-than-you-can-afford material was beginning to rub at him the wrong way again.
"Rich b*****d," he muttered under his breath. "Want my damn t-shirts back."
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 10:00 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world  Slate blue orbs watched the annoyance spread across Jack's face, like he'd eaten something that didn't agree with him. His entire body language radiating how much he hated having just said 'please' oddly, that pleased Kaito more than just the word would have.
The look on his face was clearly a warning that if he spoke to anyone else about it he'd kill him, slowly. Not that he ever would, something that private and sincere was inherently special to someone like Kaito who had lived with the lies and darkness his whole life. His eyes softened visibly, the edges of his lips lifting into a true smile. Without a word he turned his head back toward the direction they were walking, catching the a loop of Jack's pants with his hand as the expressionless settled comfortably back into place.
"Or not enough."Kaito shrugged lightly, an odd combination of acting as if nothing had changed or happened and yet subtly more. Still, it wasn't friendship per say, he couldn't call it that without admitting to some of the other feelings. Perhaps a sort of...acceptance of his presence? That could work.
However much Jack wanted to simply brush off Kaito's father, he didn't understand the direction the worry stemmed from, nor would he ever because Kaito refused to walk down that path. He was going to make someone's life miserable in the future, having kids may just be out of the question, grow old, and hopefully put his father into his grave...that was about as far as his ambitions went. He couldn't imagine touching someone like...that. Which was part of why Jack bothered him so much. He'd NEVER reacted like this before.
"I'd be more worried about plaincloths."he quietly stated in an empty voice, only too easily remembering the one time he'd made the mistake of telling his sister that he liked one of his teachers. He'd been in maybe third grade...he could still vividly remember how the life had drained from her as she'd lost her house, her kids, her husband...and finally her job. A year later she committed suicide in the bathroom of her apartment.
They were close to the dormitories once more, which would have to be the end of his connection with Jack. Anyone who could slip through his defenses that easily was dangerous, anyone who was important enough for him to actually CARE what happened to them had to be ignored. He didn't want friends, he didn't want people, he wanted to be left alone.
Lost in his thoughts he was only half paying attention to the red-head who was tugging at his shirt. When he muttered something about wanting his t-shirts Kaito responded in a deadpan of his own.
"I didn't touch your shirts."
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 10:37 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
[[ ooc || work/phone post so forgive whatever it looks like on your end ]]<********. It had been worth it. Jack caught that smile and decided using that word had been worth it. His gamble with something he considered beyond rare had been met with something of equal value. ********. That was... That was so not good.
If Kaito's smile was worth the... word, it might mean his instincts would lean towards trying to use it more often. He might slip up and say it in front of someone else. And then he'd have to spend his life in prison after the resulting killing spree. Jack didn't favor that idea at all. Why couldn't Kaito have been hiding a sickly or weird smile? It would have made more sense to keep something unwanted hidden. But at the sane time Jack was very glad such a thing was not common knowledge. Just as he had with the earlier blush, Jack silently claimed the smile for his own, not giving a damn if Kaito wasn't aware that it was Jack's smile now. Aiming it at anyone else would cause that person to become instantly flamable.
Click click. His free hand slipped into his pocket and clicked the lighter once for good measure.
"Plainclothes?" he asked, successfully derailed from his current line of thought. "Your dad's a cop?" Shouldnt that have made Kaito more genetically disposed to uphold the rules rather than leading him to prevent other students from reporting a dangerous fight on a school roof? Puzzling, but it was the only thing the word plainclothes brought to mind. Those kinds of cops were certainly tricky bastards. It could explain Kaito's preoccupation.
"Talking about Mr. Hormel," Jack corrected, tugging on the unbuttoned collar again. Eyes slid to watch Kaito. He was another Rich b*****d? Huh. "Guy's the reason you're so lucky to have me here," he smirked.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 10:59 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world (Looks fine to me ^^ ) "A cop?"Kaito repeated with a faint touch of surprise, turning his head slightly to show the emotion hadn't really touched the slate blue orbs. Why would he think cops? Kaito's education had come from the other side where plaincloths were basically bodyguards who made the mafia look tame.
His father was usually seen with at least two of them, and for a time Kaito had been tailed as well, until it became obvious that his son had less interest in doing anything that would embarrass him than he did in what the weather would be that day. So they'd been pulled back to watch his sister and mother instead. There wasn't likely anything more on this planet that could push Kaito into a flat coldness faster than those type hired by his father.
"My father isn't a cop, he runs a company."he clarified, which in of itself was rather rare as he didn't feel the need to continue speaking. Again, something about Jack that drew him from behind the protective shell. Something he hated, yet couldn't stop.
"Hormel? Senator Hormel? He's your sponsor?"Kaito asked, a deeper emptiness seeming to suck at the last touches of light from his eyes as he once more shut down completely. His hand dropped free from Jack's pants and back to his side. Forbidden had just become dangerous in one solid move. Senator Hormel was one of his father's friends, and that meant he could completely and utterly destroy Jack at the slightest sign of any of his emotions.
If some part of him didn't care as much as he did, it would have been harder to retreat as solidly as he did. There was no options now, so why did that thought bother him? He hadn't wanted to be close to the red-head in the first place. Now he had his reasons. Like a flipped switch everything in his body language closed down to the same empty expressionless he'd possessed when he'd first meet Jack. No anger or other emotion touching it this time, just a cut off emptiness. Only the fact that he didn't step out of reach suggested that some part of him, even now, couldn't break out. What was it about Jack that got him? It was so very, very stupid.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 12:16 am
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
![User Image](https://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c255/dreamerfox/8cc3f805d4a3aed7794692129888128e-9.jpg[/Kaito's explanation didn't tell Jack what he meant by plainclothes, but it did tell him a couple of other things. Like the fact that he and Kaito were using the same words and speaking different languages. That pissed him off a little. How was he supposed to get in someone's head if the language inside was written in Greek? A frown touched his lips as his eyebrows knit on confusion and faint annoyance. "Plainclothes cops. The undercover ones you don't notice until they're right in front of you if you don't pay attention. Not that, huh?"<br/><br/>A whole company. Doc ) did come from money. Probably a decent chunk of it too. Jack decided to file that information away, to keep it for a time when he found some way to tease the other boy about it. Money was not something in Jack's range of experience. Not in the levels they were talking about. It felt a bit surreal to discover someone he... Someone with him was one of that type. He had the odd impulse to poke Kaito in the ribs and make sure he boy was still solidly there.
"What the ********?" Jack said, not bothering with presense this time as he felt Kaito pull away. The blue haired boy had finally initiated contact between them himself. It had been some kind of victory even if Jack couldn't have explained why. Internally he'd been grinning at it the entire time. And now Kaito was pulling his damned doll impression again.
"Does it bother you?" Jack asked, anger giving his voice a low purr, eyes glinting with angry flashes of alternating dark and light. "Knowing I'm here because some senator decided a punk off the street was good publicity? Did you think I was secretly from an upperclass family and just liked to play street boy for fun? How very..." he drew his eyes down Kaito and back up, heat locking hard against the other's cold. He half expected steam to rise between them. "...disapointing for you. Suck it up, Doc." He was pissed, sure. But he wasn't going to relinquish his claim yet.
His hands pulled away and patted his pockets, finding the lighter and a new cigarette, flicking the silver box open irritably and touching it to the end of the white cylinder.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 12:34 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world "No, not that."Kaito responded, having almost no connection to the police force. The police avoided his family, money really could buy anything, and the artist had never done anything outside of that to come into contact with them. He'd watched TV shows before though, and he was sure that what Jack was talking about was actually a Detective.
He could catch the anger in the muttered comment the second he pulled away, and while some small part of him reacted he kept the rest flat enough that it never reached the surface. He shouldn't CARE if someone was upset with him. It just shouldn't. He kept his flat stare on the path ahead of them until Jack purred a question in a deeper voice Kaito hadn't heard yet.
Despite himself, slate orbs shifted towards the conflicting colors of violet glaring him down with a rather raking look. For the first time in his entire life he actually flinched slightly. Jerking his head around at the reaction as he stepped away once the arm dropped to grab his lighter. The flicking faster than it had been before.
"I don't...care about that."he announced softly, his own hands shoving their way into his pockets as he turned his head just slightly enough to glance back through the edges of the longer blue strands beside his ears. Why was he even bothering? He WANTED distance, wanted to end this...so why couldn't he accept Jack's anger rather than responding to sooth. It wasn't like him, and yet he did it all the same. He was going to get his room mate killed...because he couldn't stop FEELING around him.
"It's Senator Hormel. I....never mind."Kaito broke off, he didn't give explanations so how did you even start on one that was woven as tightly as the Japanese/American political company system? He couldn't even explain his irrational behaviour over the red-head to himself. Empty eyes shifted back to the floor, retreating back behind the silence and distance he was so famous for. He hated that he was so worked up over Jack's anger, but it was better anyway. He could shut out like this, go back to before, maybe get a new room.
He only had a few more years until he graduated anyway, his life carefully planned out after that for him. There wasn't any point in finding feelings of any sort before then, or even after. Still, even thinking like this hadn't bothered him before. Just now...just this one male. Fate hated him.
One last flicker of dark, empty, slate eyes drifted towards Jack before he picked his pace up back to his usual one. Moving towards the dorms and more than willing to leave Jack behind, to many conflicting emotions and situations. He wanted to go back to being empty inside as well as out, it was easier that way. Safer.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 6:47 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 1:56 pm
 Nao • Nodoka Nao walked swiftly to the health office. Even though school hadn't exactly started, many things could go on before classes were even in session. When he finally made it to the office, he noticed that people had been by. Thankfully the school doctor had been here. You see, Nao was only the nurse, but he was okay with that.
Nao set his stuff down and gave a small nod to the doctor, apologizing for not being here. He then sat down and drank from his thermos which held coffee inside.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 5:29 pm
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxx I know some things that you don'txxxxxxxxx
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xxxxxxxTo find your way back home ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ►
Elias appreciated the other teacher’s support, the gentle persuasion in trying to convinced the blonde student to give up the names of the people who’d beaten him. It was interesting to see Haru in the light of an educator rather than as a veritable succubus. He was surprisingly good as a responsible adult. Elias might not have believed it if he hadn’t been there to witness it for himself.
Yukio… Elias thought he recognized the name. That kind of nickname pointed to either a close friend or relative. A few discrete inquiries wouldn’t be too hard. And then he could find the little trouble maker and his gang impress on them the disinclination to take out their frustration on other students before someone pushed something to far and there was more than a few bruises to deal with.
“That cat seems pretty clever,” he assured Dion. “I think she would’ve been fine. But you did a good job protecting her kid.” He ruffled the blonde hair with one hand, giving it a sleepy tousled look, though it hadn’t exactly been neat to begin with. He only nodded once to the thanks for the shirt. It was good to see Dion looking cheerful. The smile suited him much better than the worried expression had.
Elias kept himself to slower steps, making sure his long legs didn’t push the smaller student to try and move too quickly. Still it didn’t take long to get to the health office. He pushed the door open and scanned the front room for a familiar face. He caught sight of Nao and flagged him down with a waved.
“Nao, would you mind seeing to this one?” he asked with a faint smile. “Some boys roughed him up and I’d like a second opinion on his ribs especially.”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was waiting for my hearse
xxxxxxxWhat came next was so much worse
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xxx◄ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ to make me feel alive
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:27 pm
 As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat Yukio? Haru went through his mental picture book and managed to come up with a shock of white hair and a far to happy smile. You came to distrust smiles that brilliant, they held shadows. He knew it was a good idea to look through pictures of the students. It had been something he'd done in all his other schools, because students tended to misbehave less when a teacher can call them by name on sight. His memory was good enough to help him with that.
Grey eyes had gone momentarily wide when Dion told him how he'd curled around Miko to protect her, softening back up as the little blonde firmly locked himself a place in Haru's affections. Getting his a** handed to him and he'd worried about a cat that could have run circles on the bullies.
"You did very good. I'll have to let you babysit her from now on, besides, I think she's got a crush on you."the ash blonde male smiled, brushing a hand down the little kitten's back as she purred and began bathing the strands of bright blonde hair within her reach with a sharp little cat tongue. Making muffin's with her claws on the silk shirt Dion was wearing. Elias had also added his support to the boy's brave action.
He had to admit that the seriousness that had made him so fun to tease also made him a great influence on the kids. It certainly seemed to make Dion more cheerful as he thanked him for the shirt with a much happier smile. The sort of naive innocence that had so worried Haru when he'd first seen him happily tagging along after the teacher's aide.
Like the taller dark haired male he kept his pace measured to not out walk the blonde between them. It might have been fine had he been healthy, but with hurt ribs he didn't need to be trying to keep up with their long legs. Elias obviously recognized one of the workers in the health office because he flagged him down and immediately asked for some help with the blonde.
"I'm gonna go raid the lollipops, maybe we can get double out of 'em, huh? What's your favourite color?"The ash blonde teacher asked, leaning over to close the distance between him and the student and whispering conspiratorially. It would also give him an excuse for finding someone else in the office and grilling them about anyone else that might have been hurt. He trusted Elias to watch Dion while he did so. Haru wasn't going to let bullies get away with something like this at one of his schools if he could help it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 6:37 pm
¤ So lend me your ears, and lend me your eyes.And I'll show you the world the way I see it.
Ðîøŋ Azɑɱɨ  "My favorite color is purple." Dion said, whispering back to the ash blonde teacher. Dion smiled up at the nurse named Nao. Out of the three staff members he knew, that was the only one he knew the name of. "Hi, there Nao-sensei." Dion set Miko down next to him on the bed that the nurse asked him to sit on and prepared to be examined.
Dion did everything the nurse asked him to do. He stared at a bright light, he let his ribs be poked at - which hurt every now and again - and he breathed for him. In the end, Dion got his ribs all bandaged up - which hurt worse than being poked at.
He watched as Nao-sensei took a notebook to the two teachers who brought him to the health office. His ribs must have been banged up pretty good to be wrapped so tightly. He scratched Miko behind the ears, smiling. So lend me you heart, and lend me your smile.
Because a smile's contagious, and sometimes I need it.¤ xx
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Nao liked that and so he motioned for the blonde boy to come sit down. He pulled back a curtain revealing a bed and patted the piece of furniture; a gesture to sit in that particular spot. He waited for the boy to do so and then removed the shirt he wore, revealing the bruises surrounding mostly the back. There were some in the front too.
He went back over to his desk, grabbing his pen-light, bandages, special ointment, stethoscope, and notebook. First what he did, was he took his pen-light and grabbed the boys attention. He pointed at the boy's eye and then pointed at the pen-light. He wanted him to look at the light.
He checked for proper pupil dilation then nodded to himself, taking notes. The he felt around the rib area, stopping here and there when the boy made a small hissing sound. He then took his respiration. Besides, his ribs and slight labored breathing, everything seemed to be fine. He added more notes.
He took the boys hands and raised them above his head and the boy left them there. He then took the bandages and began to wrap the ribs tight, giving the boy small apologetic pats every time he hurt him. Afterwards, he showed Elias the drawing of the ribs he made. At least two of them were cracked. xx
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 7:46 am
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxxI know some things that you don'txxxxxxxxx
I've done things that you won'txxxxxxx
There's nothing like a trail of blood
xxxxxxxTo find your way back home ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ►
Elias did his best to keep out of the way and not pace back and forth whiel the tests were run. If someone in a position of authority looked nervous, it invited panic. The best support for his student was to find that balance between insisting it was serious enough to invite the opinion or a professional but not serious enough to cause worry. Fortunately Elias was fairly good at keeping his composure and found a chair off to the side to occupy, arms folded over his chest and looking like nothing so much as a guarding statue for most of the visit.
He couldn’t help a small murmur of sympathy as the boy was bandaged. Ribs were just a pain in the a**. There was no real way to support or protect them once they were injured or to hasten the healing process. You couldn’t really set them like you could with an arm and unless they were fully knocked out of place, it would probably do more harm than good to attempt an invasive procedure. Those boys that did this were going to be scrubbing toilets and performing demeaning manual labor until the graduated, preferably someplace public and humiliating. Scrubbing school graffiti with toothbrushes? Maybe there was a port-a-potty somewhere that needed cleaning. Or trash to be picked up on the side of the road. And of course a phone call to the parents of those involved.
Elias stood when Nao came back, looking at the picture. His expression deepened into a frown, but he sighed. “I know you’ve done all you can. If you think we should take him to a real hospital, let me know.” Nao was good, but they just didn’t have the facilities to treat anything too serious. No school did.
He moved back to Dion, putting a hand lightly on his shoulder as he moved around to stand in front of the blonde boy. There was light sympathy in his eyes, but not enough to be patronizing or insulting. “Dion, would you like to place a call to your parents about this?” It was well within the boy’s rights to contact a guardian at this point and even though Elias was not looking forward to a phone conversation with a hysterical mother, he had to offer.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was waiting for my hearse
xxxxxxxWhat came next was so much worse
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 8:13 am
As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat "Grape it is."the ash blonde teacher grinned and stepped away from the three males just as Dion greeted one of the attending nurses casually. That ease made him add a second, highly illegal, question to his quest as he moved out of view of the others. With him having at least bruised ribs it would be a bit while they did the examination so he had time to get what he wanted.
The grey orbs scanned the room till they landed on a female attendant, her uniform marking her as one of the lower end of the pole. She was probably not much older than Elias which made her perfect. A warm smile pulled at his lips as he walked up towards her from behind.
"Excuse me?"Haru greeted warmly, watching as his sudden voice had her squeaking and dropping an arm load of papers as she snapped around with a hand on her chest and wide brown eyes. He tipped his own head with a sheepish look. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."With practiced ease he dropped into a crouch and started helping her rearrange the papers as she did the same. He kept his casual, inviting grin in place as they finished and stood back up, making sure to stand just a touch to close.
It took him maybe five minutes to have her stuttering and smiling shyly back in return. A minute further after that and he had a page of notes that would likely cost the poor girl her job if they ever were found out, an invite to dinner that weekend, and a handful of lollipops mostly of the grape variety.
"Thanks, sweetheart."he purred, winking at her as he peeled open one of the few blueberry treats and popped into his mouth. He stuffed the paper into his pocket as he turned and sauntered back into the examining room with the stick poking out one corner of his mouth. The nurse from earlier was showing Elias what looked like a set of notes while the dark haired male thanked him and told him to let him know if they had to go to a real hospital.
Leaning against the door frame, Haru rolled the lollipop in a circle and mentally promised the boys involved that if this had to go to a full hospital that they'd be finding themselves permanently scared to the sight of a toothbrush. Grey eyes watching the dark haired tech teacher move back towards the blonde boy and ask about calling his parents.
The lollipop continued to twirl, the male attached to it also staring thoughtfully at the blonde boy, waiting for his answer. He hadn't been able to get any information off the nurse other than he'd been in the hospital a lot. Mostly when he was younger, nothing more recently after an extended stay. Which confirmed his worries about the scaring he'd seen. Still, nothing more recent pointed towards something to be hopeful about. He was carefully watching for a reaction to gauge whether his hypothesis was correct.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 11:51 pm
¤ So lend me your ears, and lend me your eyes.And I'll show you the world the way I see it.
Ðîøŋ Azɑɱɨ Dion looked up at the long-haired teacher as he towered over him. He was asking about calling his mom. Why would they need to do such a thing? His injuries surely weren't that bad. "That's okay sensei. No need to worry her. She'll fly into hysterics. I mean, she overreacts about all my injuries."
"Like, a few months ago, before I came here to Bell Liberty, I was climbing this huge tree!" Dion lifted his arms up, trying to describe how big the tree was. "Well, I only got up to the first branch - which was about eight feet at most - and well," Dion paused to laugh, "I fell out of the tree and all I got was couple scrapes on my palms and bruise on my chin and my mom freaked out like I was bleeding to death. So, I don't think a call is necessary.
Dion smiled up at the teacher and swung his legs, careful not to hit him. He definitely didn't want to worry his mother for no reason. He was all patched up now, so it was okay. "Oh. Thank you Nao-sensei." Dion said as he was given the piece of paper with his instructions of healing. So lend me you heart, and lend me your smile.
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While he filled out the paper work, he listened to Dion's story. Nao gave a small frown at how Dion didn't think it would be wise to call his mother, because he didn't want to worry her. Nao didn't think that sounded right, but kept his thoughts to himself. The other teachers probably already noticed something odd about Dion's attitude.
When he finished filling out the paperwork, he wrote a bit on a piece of paper for Dion. On the paper it was written that Dion should stay in bed as much as he could, and if he were to walk about, to be extra careful of his surroundings. Also, it advised not to breathe too deeply as it could aggravate his ribs and cause him more unneeded pain. He gave the paper to the boy with a nod of his head. xx
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 4:28 am
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxxI know some things that you don'txxxxxxxxx
I've done things that you won'txxxxxxx
There's nothing like a trail of blood
xxxxxxxTo find your way back home ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ ►
All his… So Elias was right. The boy was used to being injured. That was disturbing. He listened with a faint smile for the student’s benefit, but his mind was whirring inside his skull. Even if the story was an example of an accidental injury, could someone really be clumsy enough to constantly injure themselves to the point of barely noticing the pain when in pursuit of a lost cat? Dion was clearly a very cheerful person. Cheerful and hard to hurt could make him a target for the nastier type of bullies.
“Alright, we won’t call her,” he said, patting the boy gently on one shoulder, careful not apply too much pressure and accidentally jar the bandaged ribs. “But no exercise for a while. And I’m sure Mr. Horoharu would agree with me that if you need anything, even a simple place to rest,” or hide, “that you would perfectly welcome for a visit between classes.” It would be a little unseemly for the child to be in one of their rooms, but their offices or classrooms would be fine. And even the stupider bullies would try to pick on the blonde right in front of a teacher.
Elias took a step to the side to allow Nao give the boy his written instructions. He’d never found out why Nao couldn’t speak, but it had been that way ever since he’d met the man. In combination with his polite manner, t gave Nao a quiet charm, allowing both students and faculty to trust him. That was an incredibly valuable skill. He settled his arms across his chest in a comfortable stance, letting his eyes roam. For a moment they settled on the new teacher, taking in silver hair and candy, and looked away. That lollipop just drew the eye straight to the man’s lips and Elias really needed to be in a more professional state of mind.
“Back to the dorms,” he said to Dion once Nao had finished, tone inviting no argument. “Rest for a while, make sure the ribs begin to knit in their proper position. One of us can escort you if you like.”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI was waiting for my hearse
xxxxxxxWhat came next was so much worse
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt took a funeral
xxx◄ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ to make me feel alive
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