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 Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:32 pm
When Sean Valentine is falling behind in his home-studies(Home school) his father decides to get him a tutor. When --------- meets Sean he finds out that he is a spoild child. Sean rejects ------- at first, but with a little harsh rules that -------- applied to set him stright, Sean begins to like him. Will ------- teach Sean more then studies, will he beable to teach how to love? Rules: NO ONE LINERS! Don't apply and never show or leave. No txt tlk! I HATE IT! Looking or semi lit to- lit role player Title pm with : 'Stand Back!' And with a sample of your writing. Anything above pg-13 take it to pms Name: Age: USS: Likes: Dislikes: Bio The looking glass: Name: Sean Valentine Age: 17 USS: Uke Likes: Bed, getting his way, older men, being alone Dislikes: Women, not geting his way, being locked up in his room Bio: His father is a big corprate man at the top of the list. He makes thousands a week and ignores his son. He buys his son's love. His mother died when he was 3. He feels like his mother left him because she didn't like him, he began to like men when he was 13 and now is gay. Everybody who really knows him calls him 'Booboo' because he is always getting hurt. The looking glass:  Name: Tristan Alexander Age: 20 USS: Seme Likes: Reading, sweets, quiet places Dislikes: Bitter things, dealing with things that give him headaches, crowds Bio: Tristan was born to a pair of rather loving parents. They tended to smother him with love and attention a bit too much, hardly allowing him to really develop emotionally. Although he had various lovers, he never identified being attracted to any one gender. After years of being smothered by his parents, Tristan applied and got accepted to a college in a different town. Since moving to that city, Tristan decided to stay there year-round and has been working all sorts of jobs to pay his rent, setting aside the money his parents insist on sending to him for his school fees. The looking glass: 
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 5:46 pm
"There are somethings you will need to know about Sean, Mr. Alexander . First off, please don't call him Booboo. He hates that nick name, usually only the maids call him that. Second, he is very quiet and... dis repectful when first meeting a new person. Third, try not to talk about his father around him, they... don't get along." A maid told him as she led him to the library where Sean was currently pouting about getting a teacher. "Here it is. Good luck... you'll need it." The maid said opening the door. She gave him a small pat on the shoulder and left.
Sean sat by the nailed up and bared window. His chin was in his hand legs crossed and a dazed look as he gazed out the window. A heavy sigh came from him. 'Vrrrrrrrrrrt, vrrrrrrrrrrrt' The iPhone on his leg vibrated. He picked it up texting back to his cousin. Once he was done he gave a glare over at his new teacher. Sean stood up and turned the chair, his back facing his teacher. There were normal kids outside walking to a normal school with normal lives and real friends.
The one and only thing he would give everything up for. Real friends. Sean tapped his foot as he waited for something from his new teacher. 'Just get the hell out of here already, Can't you tell I don't like you and don't want you here?' He thought bitterly digging his nails into the wood on the chair. There were many nail marks on that chair, from many years of having to do the same thing. Meet his teachers and scare them away. It was a never ending cycle. One that he wasn't going to let break anytime soon.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 7:28 am
Tristan quietly followed the maid that led him through the house. He had been expecting to meet the one that had hired him, the boy's father, at the door rather than being greeted by a maid. It was odd, to be sure, but he didn't bother letting his thoughts linger on it. Instead he concentrated on the way the maid was leading him, trying memorize it so he wouldn't have to bother her or any of the other maids when he came back here again. Because of that, he didn't particularly pay attention to what the maid was saying except for the last part about not getting along with his father. He could understand that, at least.
A sigh and Tristan shook his head, pushing black hair back after the maid left him with what appeared to be a very irate boy. Initially he'd thought that this would be an easier job that the others he took. Apparently he was wrong. Ah, this was going to lead to so many headaches, wasn't it? Tristan sighed and shook his head again. Nothing would happen if he kept standing here, letting the boy sulk there.
The man stepped into the room, walking over to Sean and touching the back of the chair. He walked around to stand in front on the boy. From the expression on Sean's face, it was clear that this was going be one huge headache. "Are you going to sit there all day? We have work to do."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 8:41 pm
((HOLY s**t! I am sooooo sorry!))
"I think Ill sit here all day." Sean snapped. Two piercings sat under his skin. One across the bridge of his nose and the other under his eye not something a really rich kid would look like. Sean sighed and stood up walking away from his teacher slightly sawing his hips. He walked in between the book cases ignoring the other male in the room.
He came back out carrying a couple of text books and dropped them on the ground. "Here are the things I'm learning." Sean said bluntly tucking some of his platinum blonde hair behind his ear. He knew what was going to happen to him if he got anymore bad reviews from his teachers. Military camp. And there was no way Sean wanted to go there.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:30 am
(( It's okay! ^^ ))
Tristan tilted his head, watching Sean snap and then walk away. He frowned a little, wondering exactly what was going on in the boy’s head. He was just here to teach him. He understood that rich kids were usually different from the ones that got to go to school, although he did not expect Sean to look like that. The boy looked a little like one of those ‘normal’ kids than he did a rich kid.
He still acted like the spoiled brat he expected him to be. Tristan turned the chair away from the window, sitting down in it when the books were dumped on the floor. He looked down at the books and then back up at the boy, trying to be impassive though he was angry about how the boy treated the books. Yes, he was a little bit of a bookworm, but he was also Sean’s teacher. He sighed and ran a hand through his black hair. “So... Which subject would you like to learn about?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 3:55 pm
"English... I guess." Sean said picking up the text book going over and sitting down on the arm rest of the chair. He opened the book and set it down in the man's lap not caring how close he really got to his teacher. "Last teacher tried to get me to read Fahrenheit 451, but I got him fired before he could." Sean shrugged lightly crossing his leg over the other.
Sean looked at the pages which gave a summary about the book. At first he had no interest but as he read on it seemed more and more odd. "I'll get the book." Sean stood leaving his teacher going to the books cases and got two books. He had seen it before but never bothered to read it at all. Sean usually gave his teachers the first couple of days without being a complete brat. But if they got too comfortable, then he was going to get them fired, his little game.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 10:54 am
“You guess...?” Tristan murmured to himself, arching an eyebrow at the book set in his lap. He sighed and propped his head up with one hand, staring down at the open book. This looked like it was going to be harder than he thought it would be. It would help so much if he had more information on the boy and what he’d been taught. Were there at least notes from the other teachers?
Gold eyes glanced up when Sean walked away again and came back with two books. It seemed as though the only way he was going to find out about the other teachers was through Sean. He looked down at the book in his lap, though he was considering the book the blonde mentioned. “...Do you want to read it then?” He looked back up at Sean. “Or would you like to do something else?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 8:46 pm
((Happy birth day! :♥))
"Yeah... I guess!" Sean snapped and got off the arm rest of the wooden chair and walked over to the rail and leaned on it since they were on the second floor of the library. He pushed some of his platinum blonde hair out of the left side of his face and let it fall back into place. "Well aren't you going to teach me? That is the reason you are here right? So teach me." Sean played with his hidden tongue ring waiting for Mr. Alexander to say something.
Sean sighed with anger and cocked up his hip. "Do you just want me to read the damn book and write a paper?" Sean asked staring at the man clearly pissed off. Sean scoffed and sat down opening up the book. "Fine I'll do that." He added and began to read ignoring his teacher.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 3:04 pm
(( Thank you~! ^-^ ))
Tristan sighed and shook his head. This was going to be hard. Really, really hard. And completely not fun at all. He stood and walked over behind Sean, pulling the book out of the boy’s hands. “Do you enjoy aggravating your teachers this much? Or is it something that comes naturally?”
This was getting too irritating. He hadn’t expected anyone to snap at him just because he wanted to make sure they wanted to do the thing they said they were. The boy’s father had told him, in the letter informing him he would be teaching his son, that he could do, well, almost anything as long as it was pertinent to getting him to learn. Tristan didn’t think that he needed to, but apparently Sean needed a martial law forced on him. He stared down at Sean, hefting the book in one hand. "Should I inform your father about your behaviour? Or are you going to listen to me?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 8:38 pm
"Go ahead. Tell my father. I don't give a flipping ******** what you do." He said and grabbed the book back out of the man's hands walking away from him. "My dad won't care anyways. All he ever does is work and bring sluts home and screws them." Sean said as he pulled out a piece of gum and began to viscously chew at it. He glared at the other with cold grey eyes. Then a smiled formed on his lips. "So what are you going to do about it? Tell my mom. You can't 'cus she's dead."
Truthfully Sean was hurting inside. He wanted to rip every bit of himself to shreds. He didn't have anybody to love or to love him. And he hid it well letting nobody penetrate his defensive wall. He usually cried when he was alone and only had a plump maid that he could really turn to for comfort. He was really just a sad lonely teenager who was starving for attention and affection.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 8:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 8:58 pm
The frown on his face deepened when Sean snapped at him. Okay, so Tristan had been a little...lacking in tact there. He hadn’t been listening when that woman, the maid, told him not to mention his father. Although he was a little glad he had mentioned it. The way he snapped at Tristan...it made the boy seem a little more real rather than a spoiled child. But he was still a brat.
Tristan reached out, grabbing Sean’s wrist rather than the book again. He pulled the boy close. Close enough to pull in and hug, but not doing that yet. Hugging someone he barely knew...why Sean looked like he needed it, it would be completely inappropriate. Instead he held the blonde’s face in his hands to stop him from looking away. “Great. Wonderful. I’m here to teach you Sean. Nothing more, nothing less. Now, tell me, what do you think would she say of you right now? Of your actions and your words?”
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 9:34 pm
Sean looked at him shocked as he was pulled close and looked up back into the others eyes. "Don't... talk... about MY MOTHER!!!" Sean screamed viciously pushing him away and running down the stairs skipping two at a time. He shoved opened the doors and began to cry. He was crying because he knew what his mother would say. She would greatly be disappointed in him. Sean ran into the indoor pool and slid to the floor hugging his knees and cried into them. He hated himself for what he had become, but he didn't have anybody to tell him 'no'. He didn't have anybody that loved him like a mother should. He was deprived of a father and a mother his whole life only having the maids who weren't always there. They had their own family and kids to care for and didn't have enough love for him.
Sean had thought many times of killing himself but after something like that he had made up his mind. He began to gather diving weights, HUGE diving weights enough to carry him down. It took Sean a while to find some rope but once he did find it he tied one end to his ankles and the other to the weights. He sat at the edge of the pool only in his boxers with the weights sitting next to him. "I'll either get pulled down or my ankles will break." He said to himself and began to move the weights closer to the edge.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 9:33 am
Tristan stared at Sean’s back, disappearing out of the room, and sighed. Well...that went...terribly. He really didn’t think that he would get that kind of reaction. He seemed to keep on screwing that up. Then again, his life that was the polar opposite of Sean’s. His parents had been around all the time. All the time. He hadn’t had a free moment to himself. Sean had all the free time in the world, it sounded. Two very different extremes of being raised.
That being said, he really ought to go after the boy. Tristan headed after the boy, not really sure where he was going. He wandered around the house a little, going one way and then the other. Where was the boy? He grumbled softly, knowing that he should have gone after Sean immediately. When he reached the indoor pool, his eyes widened when he saw what Sean was doing. He stood frozen at the door, not really believing what the boy was about to do. Tristan couldn’t help but to stand there and stare, not moving and feeling very confused. How had his comments led to this situation? A swallow and he walked towards the boy. “Sean, what do you think you’re doing?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 4:57 pm
Sean sat staring at the water his feet dipped just below the water. Once Tristan came in he began to glare at the water then turned his glare towards him. "What the hell does it look like I'm doing? There's no reason for me even living. Nobody will care if I'm alive or dead." He took in a deep breath and held it shoving the weights off the deck letting them fall into the water. He could feel the ropes move and tug hard at his ankles and pulled him under water. He let himself to be taken to the floor of the pool and stayed there gently floating.
His grey eyes stayed open as he looked around at the pool the water gently moving his platinum blonde hair move around his face. the water made everything on his body look softer, even his hair and eyes. Slowly, Sean let out small bubbles of air taking his time in his own death. He wished a few silent farewells and blinked from the burning in his eyes. His porcelain arms floated at the side of his body.
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