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 Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 10:25 pm
 
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Nick shook his head fervently, eyes shut as he held himself in front of Dom, one hand braced against the wall on the side of the purple hair, the other still wrapped around the young man’s wrist. His nails dug into the plaster, leaving long scratch marks in the white paint of the bathroom wall. His face was set in a determined, close eyed scowl as god knew what ricocheted off his back. Thank god they weren’t in a classroom where there would be heavy furniture flying around. In a bathroom most things were pretty well bolted down. For the moment.
He felt his face tugged up and opened his eyes, staring at Dom. He saw the intensity there, heard the promise to help stop it. Energy? Too much… Kit. He meant Kit was absorbing too much? Nick had assumed the scream was one of fury, but now he realized he could hear pain in it. Maybe madness. He was going to kill the woman with the sickles. They weren’t going to find a piece of her more than an inch across when he had finished. She had screwed up everything! Because there was one of Nick and two people to protect and he could not fail again.
Kit. Dom might get hurt, but he was going to help Kit. And Kit came first. Very reluctantly Nick straightened his hand, unwrapping his fingers from Dom’s skin. He pulled back and flickered as things began passing through him rather than hitting him. “Fine,” he said. “If you’re hurt, I won’t forgive you,” he added with a glare, then turned away, looking at the center of the storm.
He had to push against the energy and it was like walking into gale force winds. He lowered his body and plowed through with his shoulder first, linebacker style. When he passed into the bubble he nearly collapsed, panting even though he couldn’t actually draw breath. He could faintly hear Yukio now, the voice soft and pleading. Nick moved to his brother’s head, stroking his hair, touching his face, trying to bring him back out of whatever hell he was trapped in.
“Dom!” he shouted. “Whatever you're planning, do it now!” He didn’t even know if he could be heard past the screaming.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 5:15 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. Worried gold orbs watched recognition slowly flare in Nick's eyes, feeding past his other emotions, as he realized that his brother was in danger from himself as well as the female teacher. Because he knew the blonde's love for his brother he had no doubts about what his decision would be. So when he straightened Dom flashed him a reassuring smile and flexed his fingers as Nick went fuzzy on him again with a warning that he better not get hurt. As if to prove the irony of that another tile slammed into the wall near his head and shattered. Dom just nodded.
"Make sure you don't get too close."the violet haired male issued his own warning as Nick turned and started towards the center of the room where his brother was laying with the white haired boy slowly loosing conscious above him. Gold orbs watched the distance, because he didn't want them too close for what he was about to do.
Nick pushed his way through the barrier and into the calm zone while the female teacher seemed to be frantically attempting to do the same. He wouldn't make it, Nick was made of the same energy surrounding his brother, to a degree he'd be accepted. A human wouldn't. The older ghost sank down beside his brother's head and brushed his hair back before shouting for Dom to get to it. The teacher's aide nodded, even though the others couldn't likely see him and stepped forward.
Almost instantly the objects in the area around him finished their arc of destruction, and then fell to the floor. There wasn't enough energy for them to continue moving through the air. Being careful not to hurt the young ghost channeling it, Dom absorbed the energy from the air itself. Like he'd warned Nick before, he hadn't been projecting before, NOW he was. The gold orbs began to glow from the insides, looking much like the amulet the female teacher had transformed, while his hair stood up on end and crackled along the lines of static electricity.
Even for him he probably shouldn't be drawing this much power in, but he could safely trickle it back into the school, he was holding it now because he needed it for something. Dom crossed the room, glowing a shade brighter with each step he took until he came to a stop as close as he dared get to the ghosts and their barrier. He was trying not to feed back to them or absorb from them at the same time.
"Enough."he chewed out, the strain from the energy showing in his voice where it was showing only as a glowing light everywhere else. He lifted a hand and pressed it against the center of the female teacher's chest quickly, not giving her enough time to move away, or at least if she tried she'd still get SOME of what he was doing. A regulated 230 volts, enough to knock a person unconscious but not stop their heart.
Moving back would arc the chain and slightly lessen the impact, but it would still cause a muscle spasm that would allow Dom to follow it up. This teacher was NOT going to be hurting any more students on his watch. They had a boy they already had to get to an emergency room and Nick with Kit. At lease Dom was keeping him from absorbing too much energy to endanger himself. With the shock given he started feeding the energy carefully back into the school. The lights that hadn't exploded in the chaos started glowing almost as brightly as Dom as the power flowed through them.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 8:09 pm
 So a man likes to dress as a woman...
Well it just a matter of one's own opinion!Minagi was about to rush over to his brother, despite the deadly energy winds swirling around them. Sure, he was safe now, but what if that boy pushed him away? What if he was pulled out before he was calm. He wasn't about to let that happen. He was going to drag his butt out if it was the last thing he did...
Or at least that was the plan. A sudden jolt to his chest caused him to fall to the ground, unconcious and with no movement. He was paralyzed...that was just perfect.To those who want to tell me that is not okay for a man to dress this way
Well you probably have the same hobby!
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:13 pm
 - * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." 'Just please, stop screaming...' Was he crying? He wasn't actually hurt right? Those were questions he kept asking himself as he held onto him.
Yukio was a little bit scared now. He couldn't feel his fingers anymore, but he tried to keep his grip on the raging, yet despairing ghost. Whether or not Yukio was even any value to him, he was valuable and precious to Yukio, a strange but strong emotion Yukio rarely had in any moment of his life, other than his childhood.
"..." Words could barely form, let alone sound couldn't even make its way past his lips. He tried to reassure him he wasn't dying, but right now, even he was a little scared. But Yukio kept at it, regardless of his voice failing him.
When Nick arrived, he barely noticed, only realizing it when he pulled his brother's head back to brush his hair and attempt to calm him. That moment, Yukio's eyes drooped more, causing him to feel really sleepy, needing recharging. That wasn't good, Kit was still rampaging. He gripped as tight as he could to his shirt at that moment. 'Please stop...please!!' was all he could say as his lips moved faintly. Yukio's eyes pleaded with every last bit of his emotions he could carry at that moment."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: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:06 pm
 When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief.Images were blurring, blending together in his mind. Nick diving for the gun, fighting and the near defining explosion of the powder igniting. Yukio rolling on top of him metal sticking into his back. Blood spreading down a chest, down a back. Everything was that crimson color. He was drowning in it.
Something cool brushed his face, voices rippling through the red. He wasn't sure if they were talking to him or not, but he didn't want to hear. He hadn't meant too. They weren't supposed to come, to get hurt, it wasn't supposed to end in death. All he ever caused was death. Why did people keep dying because of him?!
"I didn't mean too, please don't die, please. Don't come."Kit panted, his body feeling like it was going to rip itself apart. Or maybe he was dying again, maybe he'd dreamed all these years up that Nick had stayed with him. Maybe if he opened his eyes he'd still be tied in the chair, everything a delusion of the drugs, only this time Nick wouldn't come. This time maybe dad would love him....if he just opened his eyes.
Slowly he opened his eyes, the gold still swallowed by the black pupils as the energy that had been destroying him slowed, drawn off. The destructive force fading around him as he stared sightlessly up towards the ceiling between the two boys. His lips moving but no more sound coming out, a long string of soundless apologies, but the power that was sustaining him was draining away and he didn't have enough to keep running it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:42 pm
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Nick could hardly see Dom through the flailing bits of bathroom and wall and tile. He only spared a few glances away from Kit, continuing as best he could what he thought were comforting gestures, what he would have done if Kit were sick in bed back home. But he did notice when the woman's form went down. A cold part of him hoped she was dead. But a softer piece of himself did not, knowing that if she was it would mean Dom was a killer. And Nick did not think Dom would survive with that, not a the same person.
He felt the energy stir again and knew there was more to the golden eyed boy's plan. Kit's screams began to die down, replaced with words. Nick could see both Kits and Yukio's lips moving with quiet pleas though only his brother's were loud enough to reach his ears. "Kit, it's alright," he murmured, leaning in a bit. "No one was killed. Faust is here. I'm here. Wake up you little idiot," he said, the insult undeniably affectionate.
The eyes opened, but he couldn't tell if that was better or worse. Could he move? See them? Kit was too animated for such a blankness. Maybe of he... He what? What was he supposed to do?
"Little brother, were you not dead I would kill you for making me worry like this," he sighed.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 4:19 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. The violet haired male sank to the ground, his head hanging so the strands covered his gold eyes as he panted for a moment. It had been a LOT of energy he was trying to transfer, and to do so without harming either ghost. Shaking his head slightly he forced his gaze towards the unconscious woman laying on the ground in front of him. He lifted a shaking hand and pressed to fingers to her neck, sighing in relief when he got a strong steady pulse in return. She'd wake up with a headache and probably be sore for a few days, but she'd live.
His hand dropped away, back to his lap as he shifted his gold eyes towards the huddled group without realizing he'd left a streak of blood from the cut on his hand on the woman's pale throat. The white haired male looked all about ready to collapse, he couldn't see the smaller blonde from this angle but Nick was brushing his hair back and trying to call him back into wakefulness.
The teacher's aide crawled to them as soon as he was sure he'd tapered the energy off enough to be able to do so without endangering any of them. He swallowed thickly at the blood and faint glow coming from the white haired male. He was in just as much danger as the smaller blonde beneath him.
"What's wrong?"he asked softly, his voice showing the strain of the last few minutes as he reached out and softly touched a safe section of the white haired boy's back. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he poured a little of his own energy in him on the belief that he probably needed it. The cuts were bad, but it looked like he hadn't yet lost consciousness as he was still mumbling something to the blonde. So how could he see him? But the more important matter was he was too badly injured to stay here.
"He needs a doctor. Can you bring your brother around?"how did you heal an injured ghost? A wound that wasn't physical but something of the soul. Gently Dom leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the young white haired male and lifted him. Hoping he wouldn't struggle, but if he did...how much could someone THAT hurt fight?
"Easy, it'll be alright."He wasn't sure if he could keep the promise in his words, but he planned on trying too. He shifted his hold and braced one foot on the ground in order to stand up with the human male to get him to the nurses office so they could watch him until an ambulance could get here. He had NO idea what sort of story he could give for this one...
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 5:47 pm
- * ^ Yukio Miheal ^ * -
"You can probably get where I'm coming from...
Yet you can't understand why I'm still smiling..." When Yukio felt he was calming down, he smiled rather weakly. He was losing grip on him, shaking rather weakly as he tried to hold onto Kit. He was so happy that he was all right now...Well better than he was. Seriously, this week has not been very good for his health at all...
He reached up for Kit's cheek and brushed against it lightly, despite how heavy his arms were when he picked them up. Yukio recognized his voiceless apologies and simply mouthed, 'It's not your fault...'
After a few long minutes of staying up for Kit, he finally passed out, feeling arms swoop in and pick him up. It was an unfamiliar warmth, but one that made him feel a little safe as he went to sleep, into his recharge mode.
However as he slept, he was accidentally dropped on the ground because of a weak but threatening force."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: Sat Jul 10, 2010 7:18 pm
So a man likes to dress as a woman...
Well it just a matter of one's own opinion!Minagi had woken up. He created a safer version of his sickle as he knocked his little brother out of the violet hair boy's hands. He watched as Yukio rolled around in the debris, unconsciously and unknowing of why his body was getting slightly beaten again. Minagi made a break to grab his little brother, but the blood from his throat was slowing him down. He fell to the ground
He was going to die before he even got to get to re-know him again.
As Minagi reached out for him, a familiar footstep approached from behind as a short hair pale blonde man stood before him. He picked up the young white hair boy with ease and handed him back to the violet hair boy. The short haired male was easily recognizable as the younger twin of Minagi, had he not been wearing male's clothes.
Minagi looked at his brother with confusion and rage, watching him hand over his little brother to complete weirdos. He picked himself up and tried walking over to her. But before he could reach his little sister, he was smacked across the face by her immense yet restrained face."The point was to check on him, Niisama, not to turn him into a doll..." She picked up his older brother's collar with ease and gave him a dark grin. "I gave you one little request and s**t blows up and an F5 tornado hits?!"
Minagi looked down in complete fear. He knew better than to not say anything when his sister was angry. Knowing that she was going to do the talking now, he got dropped to the ground and watched as his sister went to see if he can mellow it down a little.
"Please forgive my idiot and reckless brother." she apologized, in a gentle semi-feminine voice. "He was only trying to get Yukio back. He's got grudges against every ghost that hangs around him and--Don't say a single word. I'm still pissed at you, and all you're gonna say will just make things worse." She knew that her brother was going to interrupt her as he did every time she made an insult about him when apologizing.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 7:48 am
When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief.As the energy faded he could hear the voices better. It wasn't like the loop, he wasn't trapped in the past. He was trapped in the present that was becoming a repeat of the past. He didn't want anyone else to die. He wasn't even sure how he FELT about Faust yet...but he couldn't die on him like this. Not to try and save him.
He was slowly catching the sensation of touch, a cool soothing touch he knew instantly to be Nick's. No matter how out of it he was he'd always recognize his brother. The other was warmer, it touched his cheek lightly. His breathing started to regulate out as he felt the presence on his chest leave. A hand reaching out towards Faust as he turned his head, panting slightly, and tried to come back enough to make sure he didn't leave. He couldn't.
"Nick."Kit called his brother's name, some of his panic still heavy in his voice. He knew Nick would make sure everything was okay. He always did. He didn't want him to die, to become a ghost, because frankly it sucked. Some of it was fun, but he didn't want that for the white haired male. His panic over loosing touch with the person he'd killed was over riding the fear from earlier and he started struggling against the lethargy he was beginning to feel. The movements physical as well as mental.
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 8:06 am
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“I’m trying,” Nick answered Dom, doing his best to keep frustration and annoyance from his voice. He wasn’t mad at Dom, was in fact grateful for what he had done for the situation and his brother. But hearing from someone else that the situation was bad only made him feel worse. At least Dom was focusing on Yukio since Nick couldn’t spare his own attention for it. He couldn’t think of anything anyone could really do for Kit now. The older blonde hoped simple time and rest would help.
His head jerked up at the sound of a new voice, leaning forward a bit to hover protectively over Kit. They seemed to know the woman who attacked them, though they addressed her as a male. Nick didn’t quite understand that, but decided it wasn’t important. Male, female it made no difference in what had been done. Nick would not show more or less mercy towards a male than a female. He frowned at the girl who was speaking to him and then looked back down at Kit.
He let out a breath of relief when his brother spoke, showing the first signs of improvement since the screaming had started. Thank god. Kit was there with them again, if weak. He scooped up his brother, glad Kit was insubstantial and therefore technically weighed nothing. He stood up, holding Kit, and spoke to the new strangers.
“Get him out of here,” Nick said, voice very soft as he inclined his head towards Minagi. “If I see him again, I will break his neck.” Then he turned and disappeared through the wall with Kit.
He didn’t really go to any particular location, simply hovered in an empty place on campus, hoping Kit would Sleep until he’d recovered from… from whatever had happened. And that Yuki would return soon in good health as that seemed to be important to Kit and might speed the blonde’s recovery.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 11:55 am
So a man likes to dress as a woman...
Well it just a matter of one's own opinion!Minagi had been cleaning up the mess that was made very slowly as the ghosts and his sister along with Dom went to take Yukio to the hospital. After a small little arguement with his sister, he agreed to clean up, lying through his teeth. However what he didn't know was that his sister most likely knew he was going to ditch and made a barrier that was to keep the teacher inside.
Growling to himself, he realized that he was on a time limit and that if he didn't finish he'd still have to explain why there is debris all over the ground. Minagi rolled up his sleeve and started to clean as if his life depended on it, because in some way, it does.
Picking up the broken glass and debris he managed to restore them a little. He probably only had til sunrise the next morning and he still wanted to punish his darling brother. Finally, desperate times called for desperate measures: He was going to have to use his powers, something that Sora never allowed him to do. Was it worth the risk of getting in trouble?
...Yeah, worth every bit of torture. It was too much trouble to try and restore badly damaged items in the bathroom. In a few minutes the room was in slightly better condition than it was before, looking almost normal, except for scratches against the wall, but now he can get done without worry. He soon was finished up with it and, like he predicted, the barrier was let down.To those who want to tell me that is not okay for a man to dress this way
Well you probably have the same hobby!
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 1:38 pm
xxxxx∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ Ɛʟɪɑѕ ƊɛᴄɛʍᴃɛʀXXXX[9TH.GRADE.TEACHER]xxxxxxx I 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 glared at the screen in front of him. The computer did not seem impressed. He glared for a few more seconds, just in case the machine was ready to crack under the intense pressure of being stared at, then gave up, leaning back in his chair. It had been acting strangely all evening. He suspected it had something to do with the way the power had been fluctuating. Elias’s personal computer had enough personality to occasionally act like a whiny b***h about things like that. Right now it was refusing to render a certain piece of data he wanted, locking it in an unusable form and running any demos he set on it at a snail’s pace. Just great.
“Maybe I just need a break,” he groaned as he leaned back in his seat, stretching long arms high over his head and pulling his long hair out of the untidy bun he’d rolled it in to earlier. Fingers fought to untangle the dark strands but eventually gave up, letting them splay out messily down his back and around his shoulders. It wasn’t like he had to impress anyone anymore. He had enough time at the school now, a couple of years, and had proven he was an asset. He wasn’t going to be fired because he spent a couple of hours with a bad hair day.
His legs protested as he stood, body suddenly coming back to life as blood tried to move through his limbs again. The first thing it did was tell him he was hungry. How long since he’d last eaten? Elias checked his watch and winced. Geeze. Later than he’d thought. He shut down the computer and headed down to the cafeteria. He paused when he passed the bathroom just outside the entrance. Something seemed… off, though he couldn’t have put his finger on it.
“Anyone in here?” he started to ask, then blinked when he saw a woman. Had she been cleaning? Or was it a woman? Now that he was closer, the computer teacher couldn’t actually tell the gender for certain. A feminine man or a rather manly woman? No matter. “Students causing trouble?” he asked, wondering what could have required immediate clean up so late at night.
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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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 2:13 pm
 As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat "The dorms are easy, youjust follow the stairway right there up until you hit the next set of doors. All of them are numbered."Haru pointed, being careful to stay a certain distance from the dark haired male. His usual flirtatious ways having hit a road block a mile high. Namely, that the dark haired boy seemed to be FAR to friendly and was making him almost feel dirty. It wasn't a sensation he was used to and he'd had students try and get good grades off him in that way before. Yet Aiden never did anything overt to be taken suggestively, it was almost like it simply oozed off him. Uncomfortable had been passed several minutes ago.
"Should it smell like smoke?"Aiden asked calmly as they walked past the restroom with a sign that said it was under repair and into the cafeteria which did indeed smell a little like smoke. Midnight blue eyes swept the room casually, noticing the dark haired teacher that was already there as well as another figure that's hips marked him as a male even if his cloths didn't. Growing up in LA could teach you anything.
Haru blinked and looked around as well. Apparently in the few hours since he'd been here all hell had broken loose. Then again, it only took a moment or him to notice Elias and his grin brightened considerably towards his usual lavacious look. Aiden silently observed the look and glanced between the two teachers before locking the information away for future reference.
"Elias?"Haru called, picking up his pace in an almost unconscious effort to get further away from Aiden who was following docilely behind him. He was hoping to get some answers for him. That and Haru enjoyed teasing his fellow teacher far more than he should. His gaze slid towards the other adult, head cocking slightly to the side as he engaged in a moment of gender contemplation.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 2:29 pm
So a man likes to dress as a woman...
Well it just a matter of one's own opinion!He held a broom in his hand and a duster in the other as his picked up the remaining glass shards on the ground. He was finally finished and was wiping his sweat when he heard a voice from behind. It came from a man with rather long hair, almost as long as his own, and it shined rather beautifully. "So pretty..." he stated, staring seemingly at the man but it was truely just his hairTo those who want to tell me that is not okay for a man to dress this way
Well you probably have the same hobby!
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