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 Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 7:06 pm
Scyeth sat in a corridor brooding. He dare not brood in his dorm; he didn't care to have a reason war with his chipper roommate (who would, inevitably, win said war). Except, the problem was, RuiZhi was not chipper. Not at all. And Scyeth hated that, so he had to get out for a little while. He left Banish with RuiZhi, cats were said to relieve stress and he just didn't like his black cat anyways, and he left his board safely tucked away under his bed. He wasn't in the mood. He just wasn't in the goddamn mood. The blond frowned and stared harder at the floor.
Gods.
He just needed to chill. As soon as he relaxed, he could go back, get his skateboard, and the world would be good again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2007 7:18 pm
What now?
What on earth could he do now? He still had his didi...yes but still...he wasn't here anymore. He wasn't sharing this same walls with him anymore. He...he didn't have another bed to go to when he stayed up too late in the labs doing work and didn't want to wake RuiZhi. He didn't have him to hold onto. To devote himself to. Not here.
He just...he couldn't. The male wandered the corridors, his gaze blurry face reddened from fruitless crying. His pain wouldn't be enough to get Rylenn back. RuiZhi must be hurting too, they were very close. He should get back to his brother, help him cope. Yes...
He still had his brother. He still....he still...
Wei's thoughts paused as it was flooded with the sign of pain. What had happened? He was on the floor. But he didn't pass out. Did he trip? Normally his natural grace kept him from doing so. It didn't matter, he wasn't himself at all. And maybe never again...
The half-Chinese lay there. He didn't have the strength to move. Right now...he didn't even want to be alive.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 12:01 pm
...well. Syceth snickered loudly. That was peculiar. The boy watched the boy, waiting for him to jump and and babble an explanation, embarrassed someone had witness him fall all the way to the ground. Except, he didn't. He didn't even whine about hitting his head or his arm or twisting his ankle. Scyeth snorted angrily, wicked grin quickly transmuting into a nasty scowl. What was with people at this school? Sure, they were all smart, but why were they super tolerant of pain? He needed to investigate this further.
He stood, brushing off his baggy pence before he trod over to the fallen boy. "Hey," he said lazily, not bothering to lean down and inspect the other student. He was still breathing and thus, there was no reason for alarm. He would live. He wasn't even bleeding, gods. The worst of his problems could be a concussion, and seriously, that was nothing. What a loser. Scyeth poked him with his foot, not kindly at all. "What the hell is your problem, man?" he asked, still scowling. He couldn't help it. There was something about half the people here that made his hair stand on end.
Maybe it was because they were typical people.
Scyeth wasn't much fond of people.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 6:25 pm
The body grunted at being hit, his brain processing the situation at approxiamately 75% slower than normal. Of course, the only reason that something else should be happening to him was because something...someone was there.
A witness to his fall. Had Weiyuan been is his right mind he may of brushed it off with something simple, but he didn't trust his voice. Or his actions.
Slowly, the emotastic teen pushed himself off the floor into a sitting position. His habits kicked into place pulling the boy into a straight position, legs pulled into a perfected lotus position.
At last his eyes moved, examining his witness. The blonde went under 'Unknown' and had obviously wasn't in a great mood either. At least he was still mentally alive. He supposed.
Wei should answer. That would be polite. That's how you become civil. The male opened his mouth to speak. Civility reminded him of Rylenn.
Rylenn...
No words to speak anymore.
Somewhere in his mind he was kicking himself for just looking at the other with his mouth hanging open like that.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 7:15 pm
Scyeth scowled. What on earth was wrong with this creature? Instead he just sat there, mouth hanging open like some kind of fly catcher. Gods. What this boy needed was a kick in the pants. Or the ribs. Or maybe not a kick at all. A wicked grin crawled across the blond's face as he crouched down to the miserable youth's height. "Hello there," he purred silkily. "My name is Scyeth.." He didn't really expect a response. He shuffled forward, peering at the brunette's face carefully. Huh. There was nothing that really intrigued him.
"Time to wake up, space case," he snickered, leaning closer. And with that, he raised an open hand an swung, every intention of giving the weirdo a slap awake.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 7:36 pm
The male blinked slowly, forcing his brain to wake up. This wasn't like him! This...this...something in him was off. He didn't want to be off. He. He.
The purring voice some how registered in his brain, luring himself closer. What was wrong with him? He missed a voice... a purring voice that could literally force him onto his knees and begging. What he would give to have the voice coil around him again.
His senses finally awoke, sensing a trace of danger in the other boy. Weiyuan gasped, instincts pulling his feet from beneath him and what would've been a solid kick in the other face had he not gained control of himself.
The brunette stilled, foot still held up. Gods he almost injured someone."Don't do that."
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 7:46 pm
Scyeth didn't so much as flinch. Yes, getting kicked in the face would have hurt like a b***h. However, it would also be a perfect excuse for a brawl and the blond was itching for a brawl. Too many people stepping on two many nerves. So, now faced with a foot, Scyeth opted to stare past it into the other boy's eyes. Now he couldn't get away, Scy had him. "Would you actually kick me right in the nose?" he asked, feigning innocence if only for the moment. "Because I think I would have to break your nose if you did." It was an eye for an eye, after all. And then some. He had to prove himself as highman.
"Now," Scyeth pondered, rocking back on his heels, "I've told you my name. What's yours?"
He paused. "And look a little more alive, would you? The world hasn't ended yet."
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2007 8:08 pm
The brunette calmed, practiced breathing exercises sychronizing with his stepped as he leaned against the wall across from his near victim. He sneered at the other. "I didn't though. I have more control than that." What a time for that control to kick in. If he had started a fight he for sure was going to end up venting upon the other. Broken bones. Bloody noses. Bruises. Scars. Gods he just wasn't in a sane state!
Pale hands gripped at the wall, trying to find something stable to hold onto. "W-Weiyuan..." He focused more on his breathing, he still wasn't fully in control of himself. The other's final statement made him turn away, unable to hide his pain from coming out. The wound was fresh and still flowing crimson. The world hadn't ended, that was true. But that didn't mean his world wasn't starting to crumble.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 12:05 pm
Scyeth peered at Weiyuan, who seemed far more concerned with breathing than the boy in front of him. Which, honestly, was a problem. Scyeth was an important thing, and more vitally, he was a dangerous, dangerous thing. The blond flipped his bangs away from his face. "Do I need to take you to...what's his face...Dr. Kenth?" Was that his name? Whatever. Weiyuan looked ready to curl up and die. As far as he knew, depressed youths were to be handled with caution. Like wild animals. Wild, wounded, rabid animals. They were prone to biting and causing more harm to themselves than anyone else. And, quite frankly, he didn't want to touch it.
"Dude. Seriously. Knock that off." What a pain. People shouldn't be allowed to break like this. "Seriously. It's not like you're dead, man. And in the case you are, you should probably see Dr. Kenth anyway?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 7:04 pm
At last he gained control of himself, pushing himself off of the wall and began to straighten up his look. "Yes it is Dr. Kenth and you ought to not speak about him that way. He's had far more wonderful achievements than you. That's for sure."
Automatically he felt his defense rising. That tone shouldn't be used when speaking about one of his idols. Steel was growing in his eyes. How can the other make such assumptions? It's not like he knew anything about him or his life or his pain right now. Conversations were not made for this day.
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 7:13 pm
Scyeth frowned curiously. What was Weiyuan trying to prove? "Well, duh," he snorted, giving the brunette a look like the boy might be dumb. Dr. Kenth was an adult, and just that, a doctor. Scyeth was a teenager, and a student (and a skateboarder, but the blond highly doubted Wei would consider his skateboard tricks an 'achievement'). He sighed and shook his head. "Dude, just take a breath and chill the ******** out." Gods. Why was he so uptight? The blond finally stood and got out of the other boy's face. Like he was supposed to know what had got Weiyuan's panties in a knot.
"What the hell is your problem?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 7:48 pm
An eyebrow rose and he could feel his inner recklessness wanting to just punch the blonde. His stance. His tone. That boy just didn't know what he was getting himself into. Screw the fact that he was on school grounds all he wanted to do was give the other a couple hundred bruises. Or more. "Why would you care? It's not like my life is any of your business. Here's a suggestion, go skip off into the fairyland that you belong in."
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 2:38 pm
Scyeth laughed, shocked someone actually just said to him. "Excuse me?" he retorted, still looking astonished. "Where do you get off calling me a faerie?" he barked, temper rushing back like a tidal wave. His expression quickly morphed into a hard scowl and he leaned forward to give Weiyuan a hard push. "Keep talking, punk," he snarled, brushing his bangs out of his face. He tensed, ready to spring to the side should the brunette decide to fight back (which, ultimately, is what Scyeth would like best; he was positive he could whoop Weiyuan). "Let's see where that sharp tongue will get you." He chuckled then, remember one of the few lessons he had bothered to learn from his father.
"What, cat got your tongue?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 9:51 pm
Weiyuan sneered. What a classic. The moment he feels threatened use force. How pathetic. He wasn't a true warrior who held his honor high at all. Such a fighter was a much lower class than him. Ha! So low he shouldn't be considered even a fighter, nothing more than a mutt.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I must of mixed you up. Did I say fairy? No fairies are so much more elegant. I meant pixie. A small, insignificant, overly flamboyant pixie." The brunette took a step closer, not caring for personal space right now.
He looked the other up and down before spitting down upon the other's shoe. His 'American' was coming out and blatantly he didn't really give an ayf. "I don't need a pixie's permission to speak."
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 3:01 pm
Whoa. Whoa, where the hell was this coming from? This loser had some serious anger issues to work on. A little teasing was not enough of a reason to freak out, not like that. Well, unless you yourself were a freak. Scyeth was ready to classify Weiyuan as such. "Freakin' dickweed," Scyeth grumble. While that wasn't actually a word, it was by far one of the teen's favorite insults. "I don't know where you think you can get off calling me flamboyant, assface." He wasn't the least bit gay (as far as he knew). He liked girls. Especially girls in bikinis. (Bikinis were very nice.) "But then, it would take one to know one, wouldn't it?" His lips curled into a wicked smile.
Oh. Whoa. Whoa. Shimming blue eyes narrowed into stormy gray slits and without a second thought, Scyeth launched a very well-aimed punch at Weiyuan's eye. Even if he managed to dodge the sudden attack, Scy had at least a dozen counters he could toss.
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