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 Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 5:21 pm
It's been a while since the fire, or since any event actually, and Micajah found himself once more out of doors and actually roaming about the island at a walking pace instead of staying cramped inside his room. There was only so much time a healthy young man could stay cooped inside one area writing letters, reading books, and generally sewing something no one would ever see, so it was probably in his best interest now that he was moving out and about.
The weather wasn't as hot as he expected it to be for the hour it was, just a little past noon, and a small ring of sweat trickled down his chin as Micajah's feet carried him here and there without a specific destination in mind. Part of him was glad he decided to wear a normal t-shirt and khaki shorts today instead of the usual button-ups and dress pants that he usually preferred, as the heat didn't seem as intense, but another part of him felt strangely and uncomfortably under dressed.
"...I suppose I should just head back to my room after all. I mean, I had no destination in mind when I started out, and I've left my sewing kit behind so I can't just sit anywhere and do what I want..."
He spoke out loud, mostly to himself and he nodded a few times to match the pace of his thoughts, all the while crossing his arms and not paying attention to his surroundings.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 3:37 am
Scyeth wasn't really paying attention. It was a very nice day out, so the blond took the opportunity to not study and, well, enjoy the day outside. He hadn't really enjoyed himself since the fire, so, the Aussie figured he deserved it, right? Right. Of course! So he was happily tucked away under a large tree when a strangely familiar voice roused him. Huh. Where did he know that-
"It's you."
Opening his other eyes, Scyeth growled and hauled himself up in one fluid motion. He dusted his uniform off and marched over to- what was his name? Micajah? Something like that. Whatever. "You're the punk from the fire." The one who had to gall to start prodding at Scy while his temper flared. Unfortunately, the Aussie was pretty damn good at holding a grudge. He snorted and halted only a few steps away from his face, not even hesitating as made to deck Micajah.
Snarl.
"I owe you one."
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 12:38 pm
Geh.
Micajah felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as a voice came crawling over his body and into his ears, and he raised his eyes from where he'd been staring at his feet only to catch his breath quickly in his throat as a fist came into view. He didn't even have time to properly blink or say anything as it made contact with his face, sending the fifteen-year-old staggering backwards a few steps.
Geh.
That had...hurt. A lot.
Micajah wasn't a stranger to getting hit in the face, mostly from walking into things face-first and taking their wrath, but it'd been a while since he'd been hit with an actual fist. He'd almost forgotten (well, not really) what it felt like to have bone on bone contact, and as his eye watered he pondered if Scyeth's fist would hurt tomorrow.
"I...I suppose I deserved that."
It took a bit of effort for him to talk, as his hand was on his face and muffled his words, and each movement of his jaw sent a small shiver of pain towards his brain.
"Feeling better now?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 7:45 am
Scyeth smiled, much more cruelly than he ever knew himself capable of. That felt good. He knew it shouldn't, he knew he should feel bad. He probably gave the kid a black eye, or something. But hell, it felt so good to just let that anger uncoil and release like that. So good. The blond barked a laugh and shook his head, unawares just how much he was like his father in that very moment. It was probably a good thing, too; that kind of thought would reignite the burning anger.
"Yes," he purred, leaning down to offer Micajah a hand up. He really didn't have that much against the other student, other than that he ran his mouth off without thinking. "And you're damn right, you did," he felt inclined to point out. "You oughta watch what you say, you know. More importantly, who you say it to." An invitation. Because it took a lot of nerve to mouth off to Scyeth, and, while it irritated the blond to no end, he could respect that. Kind of.
"I get you good?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:36 pm
"I'd say you got me good, but it's be a lie to say I haven't had worse. You're a little slow on the swing, my friend."
Micajah reached up and took that hand that had been offered to him, still keeping one of his own on the pulsing bruise that threatened to form on his cheek and around his eye. He would certainly have a black eye tomorrow, no telling how large and swollen, and for a moment he wondered if anyone at the school would say something about it.
He'd never seen anyone else sporting fight bruises, though he had heard that for a while Scyeth was covered in scrapes from skateboarding or something. Could a black eye pass off for that? It was a little to late to be paranoid.
"Anyone ever tell you that you take things too personally? Not good for you as it'll give you an ulcer you won't soon forget, not to mention you'll develop a personality flaw in the near - well, now."
Micajah sort of chuckled as he spoke, his hazel eyes looking at Scyeth with amusement. He didn't care if what he said now only tipped the blond towards him further in anger or whatever, as he could take a few more hits, but he was going to say what he wanted to say as well.
After all, Micajah didn't communicate with his fists.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 5:43 am
Scyeth snorted. "I had to make sure I really wanted to hit you. I did." Next time, he wouldn't hesitate. Gods above, even in breaking rules, he wasn't doing it right. What was with people these days? He peered closely at the other boy's face, trying to get a good look at the bruise he might have created.
The blond snorted again and shook his head. Only a moment later, he was already fixing his hair. He had cut locks to show off his ears, his big '******** you' to the universe, but now he was finding he didn't really want to show off so much. "Why shouldn't I take it personally?" he barked. "You meant it personally." Micajah had made an idiot out of him in front of everyone. Everyone!
Boy, the brunette was just begging to be hit again. Crazy little ********. Scyeth shook his head and snorted, puffing up a little bit. "Why do you care about my personality flaws, anyways?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 8:11 pm
"So you're not as dumb as most blonds tend to be. I'm impressed."
He chuckled a little bit at Scyeth's little quips here and there about taking things personally when they were directed personally, and Micajah had to admit that this boy with the pointy ears that were both shown openly and hidden plainly at the same time may have had a bit more of himself to offer in terms of attitude.
"And as for why, let's see it's something more like an interest than actually caring. I find you too intriguing to leave alone at this point in time."
Micajah moved his hand away when he noticed that Scyeth might have been trying to get a peek at his handiwork, and a small twitch of a smile formed at the corner of his lips as he felt the area around his eye continue to heat up with its effort to heal. He himself couldn't see what it looked like with the aid of a mirror but he was pretty sure the bruise was already forming and was quite impressive, considering Micajah bruised akin to a peach.
"But just to let you know, I'm not going to be stalking you or anything. Even someone like me knows that they couldn't really function day to day with a constant blow to the head, no matter how prepared it was."
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 1:10 pm
Scyeth frowned. That probably wasn't meant to be a compliment. Not entirely sure (and hating that all the more), the Aussie did not reply to the blond comment. He did get that a lot back at home. (He wasn't dumb. Seriously. Sometimes he just had the common sense of a gopher.)
"...well. It's good to know you aren't the stalking type," the blond grumbled. Seriously. What else do you say to a comment like that? He tipped his head to the side, as though that might answer the question of why this other student was so...odd. "Though. That makes me curious. Do other boys find you stalking them often?"
....why did that make him think of Weiyuan?
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 1:26 pm
"Do I look like the stalking type? And don't answer that, because you're the type to smart off and say that I am."
Micajah's cheek still felt red, but it wasn't a pain he couldn't endure or anything. He kind of wanted to hit Scyeth back now that most of his senses were coming around and whatever tiny bit of pride in himself had had was sparking, but for the sake of not actually getting a cracked cheekbone or anything he simply stuck with words.
"Second of all, I'm not interested in boys. Stalking usually means you have an attractive interest in said person or persons, or something else to gain, but there's really no point to doing anything like that here. We're on an island. No one can come or go as they please."
That thought had recently struck close to home after the fire, when he'd come to think that if something truly bad happened here, they would all die without any outside help. Sure they were trained to take care of things like this, but it was an island.
"So perhaps it's in our best interests if we get along, don't you agree? We're all heading towards the same goal regardless of who or what we are, you know."
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 6:08 pm
Scyeth snorted, folding his arms over his chest. Micajah was clearly too smart (and too mouthy) for his own good. Didn't anyone ever teach him when to hold his tongue? Now would certainly be a good time to exercise that theory. At least he could use his brain, on occasion, at any rate. (He seemed like he was trying to be thoughtful about this, anyways.
"I suppose getting along makes sense." The blond paused, narrowing his eyes and stroking his non-existant beard. "However, there are two conditions you must agree to, or I am going to make your life a living hell. One: You cannot be friends with Nathaniel. There is no question. And it would be in your best interest not to befriend Weiyuan either, though that might be negotiable. Two: I. Am. In. Charge."
As if that was ever in question.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 2:53 pm
The sides of his mouth twitched, and he grunted a few times to hold it back. He shouldn't have. He really shouldn't have, but still, he did it anyway.
"Heh...heh....haha! Gahahaa!"
Micajah clamped his hand over his mouth in an effort to contain his laughter, but as it moved from a chuckle into a full blown belly laugh he found himself using both of his arms to wrap around his waist in an effort to calm himself or keep himself standing. Hot tears began to form at the corners of his eyes and splashed down his cheeks as he laughed, his frame shaking back and forth.
It took him a few moments to actually regain himself before he could speak again
"Are...are you kidding me? I can't like two people and you have to be my boss? What are you, my mother?"
This was really unlike Micajah, to behave this way in front of anyone, but around Scyeth he simply didn't know what to say or do. He was acting like the kid he always wanted to, instead of the adult in a child's body like he always had to, and it felt wonderful.
"I can like whoever I want, but I'll keep what you tell me in mind...and as for you being in charge, I'll follow your lead when it's convenient. Sound fair?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 6:06 am
Scyeth bristled. The air around him seemed to snap as his features hardened it what could only be called a death glare. This is why they hadn't gotten along in the first place. "Do not. Laugh at me," he hissed, voice low and not entirely his own. He tipped his chin, temper flaring wildly. His father's friends laughed at him. Silly little blond boy, so free and imperfect. If only his mother was still around to teach him.
He scowled and shook his head, pulling blond hair over his pointed ears. "You have no right," he hissed, closing his eyes. His hackles were raised. He was ready to fight. Hopefully Micajah would notice the way he'd picked under the blond skin, under his defenses. Had irritated something much deeper than Scyeth would ever admit. It was up to Mica. Defuse, or battle it out with a terribly stressed youth.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:51 am
The laughter died in Micajah's throat as he felt the air seem to change around the pair, figuratively speaking of course, and he narrowed his eyebrows at the sudden change in demeanor of Scyeth in front of him. Apparently laughing, despite how he'd tried to hold it back and in, was the wrong thing to do. At this rate Micajah knew he was either going to get hit again and again, possibly even beaten to shreds, or he'd have to try and apologize. It was his fault after all, so it's not like he wouldn't take responsibility. The first part of growing up was always knowing when you were wrong, and well, he was wrong.
"Hey, look, I didn't mean to laugh. It's just that your demand seemed a little absurd and I was laughing before I could stop myself. I mean, telling me I can't like people I already don't like? Seems a little redundant to be honest with you. I've got nothing against Weiyuan though, haven't met him."
That was true. While Micajah didn't particularly hate Nathaniel or anything, he certainly wasn't overly fond of the boy and willing to seek out his company, it felt a bit odd for someone else to tell him not to like him as well.
Micajah was running out of ideas to help calm the situation, so he opted for what had seemed to help the first time around.
"If it'll help you feel better you can hit me again, or as many times as you want. I can take only a few punches though before you might actually crack my skull with your strength."
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2008 12:08 pm
Scyeth recoiled as Micajah ceased laughed and offered an apology. Well, that was weird. Certainly not what he was expecting. Did he believe it? The blond brushed blond hair behind his ear and gave the other student a long, hard look. He made a clicking sound with his tongue and rocked back on his heels.
"Weiyuan isn't so bad," he admitted. They were just Ultimate Rivals, though he was quite sure it was not the same thing he had going on with Nat. The Brit was just a pill and Scyeth would never learned to get along with him. Scyeth gave Micajah another look and tossed his head. This was something he had to consider...but...
"I'm not going to hit you. I'm not that into violence."
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 2:04 pm
"Really? that's good since I'm honestly not all that into feeling pain. I just figured if it would make the subject change I'd be willing to take another blow or two to the face and/or torso."
Micajah smiled sheepishly and ran his finger through his hair, frowned a bit at getting his middle finger stuck in a tangle that apperantly he'd missed while brushing this morning, and yanked it out with a grunt. That hurt.
"I met Weiyuan once, during the fire. I happened to follow him in and down to the control panel when they let us all in after Professor More's sudden case of awesome and your sudden case of money-see, monkey-do."
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