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 Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 1:06 pm
jean pops out of a pile of ruble " THATS NOT TRUE!!" jean yelled, the three souls laughing at him now, his expression was angry but embarrassed some what. he sees the ball coming his way "yipe!" he ducks under the rubble then gets back up "take that back! " he picks up a ball and chucks it at rage, but since the soul of strength isn't with him to ball only went 1/2 of the distance before slowing down and touching the ground.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 1:33 pm
"Yeah, yeah, wha'ever ya say." Rage muttered boredly, side-stepping as the ball rolled towards him. He bent down, picked it up and slowly began to walk towards Jean. "Ya would do well not t' mock me. I hate havin' to live up t' my name." he said quietly so that only Jean could hear. He lowered his head so that his lips were barely inches from Jean's ear. "I'm called 'Rage' for a reason, ya know. An'... I think I win." he dropped the ball onto Jean's foot.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 1:52 pm
jean nods slowly. "i guess so..." he was nudged a little bit as the three souls re entered his body. jean puts on a happy face " good game, too bad about the court though..." jean said looking around the " if anyone asks, Ndale did it" jean whispered and slightly points to the hole and then looking around to see if Ndale heard him, he laughed a bit." this was fun we should do it again sometime."
Michael: what he say?
Bishop: how'd he like my technique?
Jean: lay off the mocking guys this guy has a reputation.
Ivan: sorry my idea
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 10:00 am
Rage stepped back a couple of feet and grinned. "Yeah, it was Ndale's fault."
But his mind was elsewhere. He was intruiged by Jean's split-souls. In a way, they were similar to Ndale's 'shadows', but they were only visible in the mindscape of the owner. No, Jean's were different. But how did they appear? Was he born with them? Was Jean even human-- he stopped his thought process right there. As emotionally oblivious he was, he still knew that he couldn't ask that; his eyes darkened to imagine what he would do if someone brought up his past.
Then Jean said "This was fun, we should do it again sometime." and he looked back up.
"Tha's wha' she said." he laughed. "Anyhow..." Rage looked around at the crowd that had gathered. He spotted Ndale at the edge and gave a crooked smirk.
((Abel, you'd better be online... Ndale needs some action! And no. Just DON'T say anything.))
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 10:35 am
Ndale raised an eyebrow at Rage's expression.
'Well, that was odd...'
'Yeah, I thought so too.' Ndale replied, internally frowning. 'No idea what he's thinking, but then again, I get the feeling I don't want to know.'
'Yeah, knowing Rage...' Nicu shuddered.
'Dirty minds, much?
'And don't you forget it.
'Heh... I'm just gonna go now. Anyway, I want to see how Jean would fare against me in dodgeball...' "Maybe next lesson." he finished aloud, then flash-stepped over to Jean.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 1:22 pm
jean jerks back as Ndale just suddenly appeared in front of him his expression was fascinated " cool howd yah do that?" well anyways id love to have a match with you next Ndale lets see what tricks you got up your sleeve," he turns to rage "Whats the next lesson on your schedule?" jean said still a little hyped from the game.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 11:31 pm
Rage looked expectantly at Ndale, but when the dark-haired teen said nothing, he answered Jean's question. "Uh... French, I think?" he tried to remember his timetable. "Nah, it was German... crap." he made an annoyed face and sighed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 4:53 am
"german huh? hehe good luck with that one buddy" jean pulls out a list of his classes. "it says i have zoology next and then self defense, lunch, wilderness survival course, history, and ..." before jean was able to finish his pupils shrank as if a bright light just flashed. jean dropped his schedule and held his forehead and turns away uh "il be right back." jean said quickly and with a fast walk he went to the bathroom.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:35 am
Rage stared after Jean, his gaze fixed on the door he had left through long after he had gone. As ever, he was left wondering, 'what the hell was that about?'
And as ever, he had no clue.
Well, he had theories, but none of them likely.
But then again, he countered himself, everything that had happened so far was unlikely.
Sighing and shaking his head, he decided to go after Jean, tracking his life force.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 12:48 pm
jean was breathing heavily over a sink. the water was running and over flowing to the floor and had a hint of red. jean's head band was ripped off and over by a corner. he was feverishly splashing water onto his for head where it had a burn small burn mark of a small circle and three triangles surrounding it. he stopped for a second and the burn mark was gone. he was looking into the mirror panicking for he cannot find his reflection. he grabs his staff and smashes the mirror. he slips onto the floor he looked frightened and even more when he looks into the reflection of the puddle of water and blood. there is no trace of jean's other three souls.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 1:07 pm
Rage's eyes widened as he heard sounds of things being smashed. "Jean?!" he yelled, throwing open the door to the bathroom and seeing the other teenager sitting slumped on the ground, a puddle of water and blood around him. "Jean, what the ********?!" for a second, he was reminded of something that had happened; he could remember sitting in exactly the same way, in a pool of blood... but mixed with something other than water. He shook himself from his thoughts - he seemed to be doing that a lot lately - and frowned.
Then he realized; the other souls had disappeared. "Jean, what's going on?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:38 pm
jean looks up with a hostile expression. his eyes were not brown anymore but a color between yellow and gray. jean stood up, blinked then laughed ,the hostile look gradually changed into a more calm and happy look as the color of his eyes slowly returns to brown. the blood disappears from the water and the mirror was fixed "and if you check the hole in the gym" he said sarcastically but then stop when he saw the seriousness in rage's face "don't worry about it. every soul has its demon that tries to lure them to damnation" "just remember that i have to fend off three more" he walks out of the bathroom humming a tune thats similar to Sweeney Todd's not while im around the souls return to jean as the bathroom door close and the sink left running.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 12:40 am
Rage didn't look at Jean as he walked away. "Damn, this kid's even more messed up than me..." he muttered. A sudden urge to break something gripped his nerves; he drew his fist back and punched the newly-fixed mirror, causing it to shatter into thousands of shards. Rage stared at his hand, seeing the glass stuck in his skin and the blood seeping out of the deep cuts, but he didn't feel anything... only the anger and remembrance.
"Why... why does this have to happen?" he asked himself, leaning against the wall, then sliding down it. He buried his face in his hands, crimson staining his skin. And in that moment, he lost all sense of where he was; his unseeing eyes shot open and all he could see was blood.
"Fabian..." Rage whispered as his consciousness escaped his loose grip. His eyes finally slid closed and darkness took him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 4:54 am
"Rage... Rage! wake! up" jean checked his eyes and pulse. bishop: how long has he been like this. jean "two periods ago after gym" jean walks over the sink and filled it with cold water. michael: two hours? ivan help clean up this mess. the shards in his fists slowly fell out. jean picks up rage and drags him to the sink and splashes cold water in his face. " ok this isnt working, im going in" Ivan: jean no! i dont think you would want to see this person's soul. " well i have to wake him up somehow" "fine if rage dosnt wake till lunch time is over, pull me out" jean laid rage flat on his back and sat there. the color faded from his eyes and his soul traveled into rage's mind
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 7:57 am
Rage tried to scream as he felt something entering his body, but he was paralyzed. Get out! every nerve in his body yelled, but he was powerless to do anything.
Whatever it was that had gained access to his body was searching for something. No, you can't! he internally shouted. It was only his first day and his secret was going to be discovered? Get the hell out of my mind!
No, he realized. This isn't just my mind. It's my whole soul...
Jean... what are you trying to do?
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