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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 6:46 pm
Scyeth had heard there were twins somewhere in the school. Which was odd. Because he didn't think there were any. He hadn't seen any twins. In fact, the only brothers in the school he knew of were Weiyuan and RuiZhi, and they weren't even actual brothers. (Or were they? If he were RuiZhi, Scyeth wouldn't admit to being related to Weiyuan either. Emotional train wreck, that one.)
Scyeth continued to glide down one hall after another, his search totally fruitless. This was ridiculous. Not all rumors were true, or so the story goes. He had a class soon, and he really, really did not care to be late again. He swung around a corner, nearly slamming into whoever was just around the bend. "Gods!" he yelped, swerving at the very last second. He skidded to a stop and turning to look at the boy. The blond briefly wondered if he was okay and opened his mouth to ask...
"Hey, kid? You got the time?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 7:29 pm
"О нет..." The little Russian sighed in ultimate defeat. He could have sworn this was the right floor, especially since he had been up and down each level twice. He looked at his schedule and the corresponding numbers. It seemed the numbered room didn't exist! Grimacing pathetically, Alexander stuck out his tongue and gave his paper a nice loud raspberry.
Maybe he was reading the numbers wrong. Well he thought he knew Arabic numbers perfectly, but maybe he was misinterpreting one. Crap. His brother would be so disappointed.
It didn't really matter much anyway. He was already late for half the class, so why bother busting his butt? He turned for the elevator and... "ДЕРЬМО...!" Sasha yelped in surprise, almost falling back at the sudden appearance of a student. Maybe he could help.
"Time...?" How does one have time? He decided to ignore the question for now. "Uhmm... excuse me, can you hkelp me find this... class...?"
((О нет - Oh no, ДЕРЬМО - crap/s**t ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 3:56 am
Did that other kid just ignore him? Scyeth blinked in disbelief. Clearly, our confused friend here did not know who he was! Scyeth puffed indignantly and rolled a little closer, folding his good arm over the slinged one. (Was that even a word, slinged? Well, it sounded better than arm-in-a-sling, so Scyeth decided to let it slide.) "Class, huh?" Scyeth gave a Cheshire cat grin and nodded. The kid should have booked it after that point, but that would be rather boring, huh?
"You give me the time, sputnik, and I'll tell you where to go." He nodded, pleased with the deal. If the kid was a brat, he could just send him in the single most roundabout why possible. The blond continued to wait, wondering if his little barb would actually get noticed. It was slight...but then again, when he had called RuiZhi 'Muffin', he had his arm forcefully relocated. Hopefully, that situation wasn't going to repeat itself, damn.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 10:30 am
Alex's eyes light brown eyes narrowed into slits. This guy was a jerk. The little boy pulled his sleeve over his right hand as inconspicuously as he could. "I dun have a watch..." Sasha tried his best to stray away from his accent, but his Hs still came out hard.
"Next time, bring yer own..." If it wasn't for the fact he was trying to look somewhat menacing, he would have balked at himself. This wasn't how he would have liked to start off his first days at this school, nor had he ever been one to instigate anything, but this guy really rubbed him the wrong way. He could only stand for such behavior for so long.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 7:41 am
Scyeth clicked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head. A liar? Well, this just wouldn't do. (Unless, of course, Shinkami accepted him for being an amazing liar, in which case Scy would have to befriend the boy.) He shook his head, inching closer. "My friend, you muse be very, very confused. I am Scyeth Akazar, a'ight?" Not that the name would mean anything to the boy now, but it would soon enough. "And I really don't enjoy being ******** around with." Not to say he didn't mind messing with other people, thank you very much.
He rocked back on his board. The kid had better not try anything, or Scyeth would have him down and out before the little Russian could count to three. "Now. I'm going to ask you one more time. And you're going to stop messing with me, or I'm going to make sure you don't find your next class." Scyeth gave the smaller boy a cheerful grin. "So! You have the time, kiddo?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2008 10:04 am
Kiddo? What?! This guy, this Scyeth, couldn't have been much older than he. What an a**. Sasha couldn't help but roll his eyes at this predicament. He hated confrontations, but he couldn't let this boy jerk him around. First impressions were key his brother always said and he wasn't going to look weak.
But what could he do?
Alex frowned thoughtfully, unhappy with himself for caving and unable to deal with this situation properly. He held up his hand and watched his digital watch tick away. Okay let's see.... He started to count up to nine in Russian. Ugh minutes! He hated minutes. Well that one was four and the other was five. "It's eh.... nine... forty-five..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 2:02 pm
Scyeth smiled a wicked smile, nodding as the little Russian 'saw the wisdom' in his words and complied. "Much better," he purred, though whether to himself or to the small boy wasn't obvious. He brushed his hair back and tossed his head. "See, now, that wasn't hard at all, was it?" he asked, entirely too nice. He rolled closer.
"Now that you've helped me, I can help you. Where was it you needed to go, again?" He wasn't listening the first time...if the boy had even mentioned where he was going in the first place. And if Scyeth found out the kid was lying, he was going to kill him. Not literally, of course, just socially. That was nearly as fun. He patted the boy's head playfully and patted his head. "Well, speak up. I don't bite." Well, now, that was a lie.
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