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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 10:32 pm
Yves set the glass case down on the floor and sighed. It was a heavy sigh, a weary sigh of a boy who had just finished carrying up not one, but two of these glass containers all the way from outside. He dared to reach up and wipe sweat (virtually nonexistant) from his brow, undoing and then redoing his dreadlocks back into a ponytail of sorts to keep the hair out of his face.
"Ahh, ma petite cher, mais I do anythin' for you. You went an' stole mah haaaht, an' din't even have to try..." The young man pulled the screen free of the glass case and reached in, fingers curling themselves delicately around a small length of scales that jumped in response. The baby python immediately began to curl in upon itself, but would find itself lifted anyway. Yves gently rubbed along the length of the snake's back, crooning quietly until the reptile was coaxed into curiosity. He wrapped the length of the ball python around his wrist, admiring. The baby was not even a whole foot long yet, and somehow that was so endearing to him. He hummed quietly as he coaxed a thumb over her brow, only to go rigid as a voice barked at him from the doorway.
"Bough, gitchoor tchew down der, pick up choor tings. I ain't gon' to do ev'rathin' m'self. Va!" The dark figure of Yves' father filled the dorm door momentarily as he stalked in, carrying a small refrigerator (MUCH bigger than that glass case) and set it down near a wall outlet. He turned his dark brown eyes -the same as Yves'- on the boy expectantly, brows cinched in a menacing sort of way. This was typical of his son, to try and preoccupy himself with anything other than work. Could he really be responsible enough to stay in a school like this without he or the boy's mother to watch over him? No, no, Yves was a good boy. With things like they were, he would at least try. At least, that was what he hoped.
"Je vas!" Yves huffed in response, turning his head away so that he wouldn't be seen rolling his eyes. The very last thing he wanted at the moment was for his dad to start undoing the belt... He was mature now- he wasn't about to suffer that sort of embarrassment. "Later, jolie catin." He murmured to the snake as he put her back in the box.
"Vite, Peekon," The elder man grumbled as the boy hurried past him, refraining from leaning out the doorway to look after him.
Yves moved quickly until he got a few yards down the hall, then fell into a smooth swagger. A new school, a whole new life... He was still ambivalent as to whether he felt like accepting it or not. His life had changed already within the past couple years, first a strange series of incidents that got him kicked to the bayou for good, then that camp... He had come to terms with the fact that he couldn't ever really be normal, but was this the place to be? Right now, he didn't have any sort of a choice, which was somewhat relaxing to the boy. Sometimes making your own decisions was so frustrating, and going against the grain needed conviction.
The vitokeneticist glanced over his shoulder to make sure no eyes were following as he rounded the next corner in the hall, grumbling quietly under his breath.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 5:58 am
Initially, going away to school seemed like a very good idea. Well, as good of an idea as Vincent ever had. And the strange part was, everything seemed to fall in to place once he had made his decision; even his parents seemed on board. (It should have been a warning sign, it really should have. Ma and Pa were never on board for anything that didn't directly involve The Farm and Their Livelihood.) It served him right, he decided, for not coming to this conclusion a wee bit sooner.
Except, he was stuck here.
Vincent groaned softly to himself, wrapping his scarf around his neck as he hunched his shoulders and glanced at the door. Wrinkling his nose, the noxkinetic stood against his wall, slowly melting downwards towards the wall. He didn't know anyone outside, not to say he was particularly shy, but meeting new people was a lot of work! There was that whole fiasco he'd have to explain the day he moved in and took a royal nutty on his parents (okay, so maybe he'd been a -little- dramatic about finding a spider in his room, but come on, the thing was like three feet long or something).
"It can't be worse than milking cows," he told himself weakly.
That was probably true. And, come to think, he was absolutely starving. He needed to...go find food. And they thought human civilization was beyond the hunting and gathering. Vinny scowled and grumbled, folding his arms over his chest as he rose to his feet and trodded across the dark room. He opened the door before he could change his mind and, temporarily blinded by the bright neon lights, started in the direction he thought might bring him the most-
"What the ********> Vincent yelped in a most undignified manner, plowing straight into another human behind before he was sent sprawling towards the floor.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 6:13 am
Wham. Before Yves could so much as yelp, he was hit from the front. What the hell?! There hadn't been a wall there before! He went stumbling in a less than dignified manner himself, soon hitting the real wall of the hallway while his head snapped around.
What the ******** affronted sound came from the floor, and the Cajun looked down to see what looked like a boy sprawled out all across the carpet. Had he done that? Whoops.
"Agh, dat hurt." He murmured to himself before he addressed the fallen boy. " 'ey down der, you ahlraht?" The feeling of disorientation was over quickly, and he was pushing off from the wall to go lean over Vincent.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 6:29 am
Perhaps it wasn't completely necessary to topple over, but Vincent wasn't about to stand for getting plowed down in the hallway. Having been shoved in lockers earlier in his life back in the midwest, the teenager wasn't about to stand for the same kind of abuse at his new school. He thought he wasn't, anyways.
'ey down der, you ahlraht?
Vincent blinked and rubbed his dark eyes, propping himself back upright. "What," he demanded, squinting up at Yves as the other boy towered over him. What on earth had he just said? Tipping his head to one side, Vinny gave himself a good hard shake before fixing the other student (presumably, but you never know with this sort) with a sharp look. "What the hell did you just say? Do you even speak English?" he huffed, clearly exasperated despite the fact the conversation had only just begun.
Or maybe, Vinny decided as he rubbed his ankle, he just hit the other boy much harder than he initially thought.
"If you gave me a concussion, I swear..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 6:39 am
Well, of course he spoke English! Wasn't the boy listening?
"I say: youuuu ahlraaaaht? OH-KAY?" He spoke slower for the fallen student, as if that might help him. When the other mentioned a concussion, he smirked and held up three dark fingers.
"Dunno, how many fingers you see?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 6:55 am
Vinny's eyebrows pinched together and he gave Yves a dark look. "Okay? Do I look okay to you?" he snapped, picking up on that word instantly. "And you don't have to talk louder, you know, I'm not stupid," the teenager carried on indignantly, pushing dark hair away from his eyes. Though I might be concussed, no thanks to you, he added silently, simply shifting his glare from the other student's face to his three fingers.
"Three," he muttered, struggling to collect his limbs and push himself back to his feet. "There are three. Are you just going to keep making fun of me, or are you going to introduce yourself?" The student wrinkled his nose, realizing he should probably extended the same if he wished to receive it. "I'm Vincent Vega. I get called Vinny a lot, though."
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 7:49 am
Yves kept quiet as the dark-haired boy raged on the floor, not quite knowing what else to do. His instinct was to grin, but he kept this response dulled down to only a minor twitch of his lips. He would apologize, but he didn't know if it'd be telling the truth if he did or, more significantly, work to mollify the boy's temper.
"No concussion den." He said simply after Vincent verified the correct number of fingers. Unasked, he reached to help haul the other boy to his feet. It was the least he could do. "Feeny, oh-kay. I'm Eef Roo. I live a-datta-way." He made a gesture down the hall to where his room was. "Mais, I sorry I run you over. Din't know ah was so pow'ful."
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