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 Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 6:33 pm
It was a nice autumn day and Ladon decided to take a breather. For the past few weeks, he had done nothing but go to school, make plans, meet up with fellow Negas, patrol, train, and do anything he could to stay out of the house. His mother had continued to watch over him like a hawk and he felt suffocated, and what with his recent promotion, he felt he HAD to get better with training. There was progress. There was a better handle of his depth perception, and he felt he was getting a somewhat better handle of his weapon.
It was all the training that didn’t make him feel bad to take a day out in the city to just relax. It was also a nice way to get away from others. The kids at school had noticed the eye patch and were interested and concerned, and the teachers were giving him an easy pass in school along with small talks, hand on the shoulder heart-to-hearts that said that they were there for him.
He NEEDED to get away. So he did what he liked best. He went to a bakery, got some fresh baked goods, and was currently sitting in a courtyard where lots of tables were situated and people were taking a break from work, eating, some people having coffee from the nearby café, and talking on their phones. The sun was warm, the sky bright, a few clouds rolled by, and the small trees in the courtyard were vibrant colors.
The only eyesore on such a perfect view was the guy trying to suck the face of some girl while they sat at one of the nearby tables. He couldnt' make her face out with how the other guy was crawling all over her, and he could only guess that she was some misguided young girl. To make matters worse, licking the girl's mouth out hadn't been enough for the guy and he moved to playing with her vibrant hair and then starting to GROPE HER! UGH!!! It was SSOOOO inappropriate and he scowled in their direction in the same manner an old nun would.
That was until he started to try and bring his hand up her shirt, to which he flared red and looked away. It was just so indecent and they were doing all of this in public. Didn't these people have any SHAME? Didn't they care about their reputations and how they presented themselves? Not to mention the fact that this was probably one of those quick "flings" that were so popular with kids his age.
Really, there should have been a cop to break them up, and just to be sure, he checked around to see if one was about. Instead, he saw a angry looking guy storming this way, and he watched with a quirking eyebrow on what was going on.
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Posted: Thu Nov 18, 2010 8:58 pm
Paris smiled into the kiss, gripping his partner's shirt to pull him closer. He shivered when a hand trailed teasing fingers along his thigh while the other tangled into his hair -- firm, grasping hands that held him tightly, demanding his undivided attention. The kiss was wet and untamed -- not unpracticed, but passionate -- and just what he needed after a less than ideal morning.
He'd been pulled from a deep and restful sleep by his phone vibrating away on his desk some hours ago, heralding a call from his mother, who whined and complained that he never talked to her anymore. Paris would have ignored it if he'd thought she'd give up that easily, and had been forced to listen to her harp at him for an hour with instructions to call her at least once a week. He'd made the necessary oaths to appease her, but he was sure she didn't believe him. They had the same conversation multiple times each month; her fussing hadn't accomplished much so far, and wouldn't this time either.
His day might have improved if he hadn't chosen to pay his father a visit. There were times when he pitied the man, and then there were times when he wondered why he even bothered. That morning, he'd experienced the latter, and had been greeted by an array of raucous shouts only to have the door slammed in his face. Paris had a sneaking suspicion that his father's aversion had something to do with his donning a skirt that day, but couldn't find it in himself to tame down his attire for his father's sake. The man was going to have to learn to live with it at some point.
After such an emotionally charged morning, Paris was in desperate need of some stress relief, and he happened to know the perfect remedy. Being in public only heightened the experience. Knowing that people were watching them, knowing that others could see how much his current companion wanted him, sent a thrill through Paris like nothing else could. He reveled in it, shivering again in delight when the hand on his thigh began to slip up his shirt, lightly tickling his stomach, then his side.
"Hey!"
A hand on his shoulder interrupted them. Paris blinked at the disturbance and broke the kiss, glancing behind himself to behold the culprit. A stormy face, full of fury, met his gaze.
"Oh," he said, effecting an innocent expression as he docilely batted his lashes. "You're here."
"What do you think you're doing?!" the recent arrival all but shouted, attracting even more attention than they'd previously been receiving. "I thought we were going out!"
"But you were late," Paris replied, smiling widely. "I got tired of waiting."
"Excuse me," the boy he'd only just been making out with began with a note of confusion in his voice, appearing quite miffed as he glared up at the source of the disruption, "but who are you?"
"I'd like to ask you the same thing!"
"Alright then," Paris said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs, running his hands over his skirt to smooth out a few wrinkles. "You boys go ahead and have your little fight. I'll go on a date with whoever wins. Don't you think that's fair?"
He was a little annoyed at having been interrupted, but this could prove to be entertaining as well. Really, there was nothing better than having two decently attractive young men fighting over him.
Paris preened and waited for the showdown to begin.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 4:04 pm
The girl and her group of feuding lovers was getting as much attention as a live showing of Jerry Springer could, and everyone watched to catch sight of the train wreak that was to take place. Even a few people looked up from over their books and laptops to take a peek. Words were thrown out, mean, joking, and even a few comments of the girl being 'ballsy' that would probably flatter her if her two boyfriends weren't so loudly shouting at each other. Ladon could only shake his head, clearly showing his disapproval. The girl not only was misguided, but she was an attention getter and probably would wind up taking a pregnancy test in some gas station bathroom. Usually he'd let it be. Usually he'd just watch with the rest of the group and continue judging her until the victor was decided and she walked off with him.
But then again, usually some guy didn't fling another guy right onto his table and caused him to bolt up and jump back as both guys started to deck each other, throwing punches and shouting vulgar obscenities about stealing so-and-so's woman and how they were going to have their "asses shoved so far…" – well you go the point.
While he looked down to see his smashed bag of baked goods on the ground, he looked up at the girl to see what she would do. Clearly these two idiots had some blame in all of this for being so rash, but the girl had been one to start it all. But she looked young – around his age maybe? – it was hard to tell with the makeup, and he placed it all on her being misguided and naïve. The guys looked older than her after all, and she probably had family issues to blame for this.
It was then that one of the fighting boyfriends threw the other down VERY close to the girl, and he jerked with a clear fear that she would somehow be pulled into their mess. This was NO way to behave around a young lady! Well, sorta lady. She was still a girl after all.
Rising up, he watched as the two guys distracted themselves with kicks of the ribs and full nelsons and swept in beside her. "Come on. You're going to get killed if you stay around here." He reached for her wrist, feeling a bit uncomfortable with not asking permission first, and pulled her away. "You need to get out of here." She should find a place to clear her head and, while there, he could put her life in perspective. Whatever she went through, she could clearly do better than those two.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 9:03 pm
Yes, he probably could do better than those two, but it was so very amusing to watch them fight over him like that. And they were really getting into it. He would have been impressed if he didn't think the both of them were complete idiots. More than likely, neither of them would be worth his time, and he'd end up having to listen to them belly-ache about their black eyes and bruised ribs for the rest of the afternoon.
They both deserved to beat the crap out of one another for being so lame, and he would be more than happy to watch.
Paris blinked in confusion when he was approached by a third boy, having not even realized someone else was watching him so intently, but he immediately put the charm on as soon as he was spoken to. "Oh, thank you," he fawned over him, letting himself be pulled away. "You're so chivalrous."
He looked over his shoulder to see if the other two guys even noticed he was being led away from them, but they seemed to be too caught up in their fight to care. They definitely weren't worth it then. He was better off finding someone else.
Turning back to the young man who'd "rescued" him, Paris gave him a good once-over as he contemplated whether or not he would make a suitable substitute.
Hmmm... dark hair. Very nice; he liked dark hair. Eye patch? Sort of sexy, actually, unless it was just for show. That would be really disappointing. And lame. And the kid didn't look too old, probably around Paris's age. And then...
"I think you're actually shorter than I am," he observed, slightly surprised. "Even if I took my heels off! Wow!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 7:08 am
Ladon was nothing but authentic. His hair had always been pitch black and he had a fake eye underneath his eye patch. His intentions to save her were nothing but decent, though Paris might have thought he was putting the moves on her, and he only hoped that they could get away without interruption.
She had flustered him a bit by saying he was chivalrous, a word he instantly connected to knights, a genre he was more than fond of. In a few seconds she had already flattered him beyond measure. Then she completely turned around and pushed one of his tender buttons by pointing out his height. The result was that he stumbled a bit and nearly feel flat on his face, but only looked back in a 'you couldn’t have just ignored that?' look. Yes. He was short. Very short. If it hadn't been for Zac, he might have felt he was the shortest person in Destiny City in his age group. It wasn't uncommon for him to be asked what middle school he attended.
From being lifted up to chivalrous to short in a matter of seconds, he continued on their way and turning a corner, stopped in a small playground. Looking about to see that no POed thug was rushing towards them like a testosterone-pumped rhino, he finally released her when the coast was clear.
"Sorry about taking your hand without permission, but you shouldn't have been around those two. Boyfriends or not, those aren't the type of people you should be associating with. They are clearly short tempered and dangerous. You should have had better judgment when picking out the people you…." He paused. "…hang out with." Along with not making out in public, but he would address that shortly.
He looked back down the street they came from to see if it was clear. "Really, to act that way around a lady." He breathed out and looked back to her, taking a moment to really get a good look at her face. Strange. She looked familiar.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 2:19 pm
Paris laughed when he was given a dirty look in response to the comment he'd made about the guy's height. Oh, so he was sensitive about it, was he? Good to know.
It really wasn't such a bad thing, in his opinion. He was quite short himself, he just knew how to give himself a little extra height. The heels helped a lot. Not only did they make his legs look even more amazing than they already were, but they gave him a few inches, too. So he was able to look down at his "savior" instead of being eye-to-eye to him, as he probably would have been if he didn't have these particular shoes on.
He came to a stop when the other boy did, placing his hands on his hips when he was immediately gifted with some ranting, polite as it may be. "You pulled me away so you could lecture me? Don't you think I'm old enough to decide who I should and shouldn't hang out with? I know what I'm doing."
Paris smiled at him, lifting a hand to twist a blond curl around one of his fingers and trying to stifle a few giggles when he realized the other boy thought he was a girl. Perfect.
"And I wouldn't call them boyfriends. I barely know them."
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 8:44 pm
He stepped back at this revelation. "You don't know them? But you were all over each other? What sort of person – how could you..??" It always fried his little brain when someone was able to just lock lips and twist tongues with just anyone without having any sort of feeling behind it. The level of respect he had for this girl was quickly plummeting, but she was still so young! Well, young enough to be around his age. The idea of her just dragging her life and all its potential down to be some sort of back-alley lady of the evening just wasn't something he wanted to see. Whoever was watching over her clearly wasn't doing their job!
"How can you go about doing that? You just made out in public with some man you barely knew and who got in a fight with another man you don't know and you think that is okay?" He had to shake his head. It was – It was just too much. "Look at you! You're a young lady. You need to watch over yourself or guys like that will take full advantage of you and do horrible things to you. You really shouldn’t put so little self worth on you. You can do better. Really. You have your whole life ahead of you. You don't need people like that." His brain hurt. It really did. How could she do something like that? Didn't she have no SHAME? No Modesty? Didn't she know the values of restraint and reputation?
"It's not like you can't wait to find a person that will actually treat you right and love you. You should keep yourself for that person." It was clear that his values and Paris' were vastly different. It probably also helped that the farthest Ladon ever went with anyone was a kiss on the cheek. He never had a tongue in his mouth that wasn't his own.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 9:00 pm
"Well, yeah," Paris replied to the initial two questions. He didn't understand what the big deal was.
He looked down at himself when the guy said to, though he knew his companion didn't mean it quite so literally. "I don't think I have a low sense of self worth. I think I know what I'm worth pretty well, actually. And I always make sure I get what I deserve. Those guys were just for fun. Touching and kissing feels good, so why not do it? It's not like anyone was getting hurt. I liked it, the guy I was with liked it, and the guy who interrupted us probably would have liked it, too, if he was going to fight over me like that."
What, was this guy a prude or something? It sure seemed like it... It was almost hard to believe when he was used to being around guys who wanted one thing and one thing only.
He snorted when "love" came into the conversation. "Wait for someone who'll love me? Please! That's not going to happen. I'd rather have fun now than wait for someone who's probably not going to come around any time soon, if ever. You sure have an idealistic view on things, don't you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:59 am
Ladon was a prude, which was very evident by the way he was growing very uncomfortable with the words 'touching' and 'feeling good'. He had a rather narrow sense of how things were suppose to go in relationships, all of which were usually behind closed doors, or at least not in the street. Even people holding hands sometimes made him blush and look away. In short, he had no experience with anyone and was very nervous around such behavior – but he excused it all that everyone else had no modesty.
"It's not idealistic. It's just natural and right. You said what you did didn't hurt anyone, but messing around with someone's emotions like that could hurt them a lot. Who knows if those guys aren't torn up over thinking they had something serious with you, and they are sure hurting now after fighting over you. You're playing with them. That’s not right." He looked back to her. "And it's not right that you think you can't deserve to be with someone. Jumping around like that from guy to guy, you give yourself a bad name, and you're not getting anymore more out of it." He was trying not to sound like he was lecturing, but he wanted her to see that this just wouldn't do.
"Haven't you been with anyone seriously? You should give it a try. I don't know why you think you don't can't fall in love and be with someone, but you can. Maybe you're not letting yourself and maybe a lot of guys – good guys – can't approach you for a serious relationship with so many knuckle-heads like those guys.." To which he jabbed a thumb behind him. "…are pawing at you. And what about fun now? It's not going to last and then what? You should have someone you can be with for a long time."
Why was he the one telling her this? Where were her parents, her girl friends, her sisters (if she had any)? Still, she should at least KNOW these things, and he wasn’t about to not let her know. "You're a nice, pretty girl. You can do better." Even saying she was pretty made him a little flushed, but it was true. He could see why two guys would fight over her. Not that he would or anything! Oh, he hoped she didn't think he was a creeper!!!!
Running a hand through his messy hair, he looked about, a bit nervous with his last statement. "Didn't your mom or friends or even your sisters tell you all of this?" She needed a girl role model that could help her out. To guide her.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 10:57 am
Paris raised an eyebrow at the lecture he was receiving, dropping the little act he had going on in order to cross his arms over his chest. "Saving things like kissing and touching for someone you love is natural and right? According to who? You? And who gave you the right to make rules and decisions like that?" he asked, no longer as amused as he'd been.
"I can promise neither of those guys thought it was serious. They were just pissed off that someone else got there before them. And who cares if I'm playing with them? They're idiots anyway. If I want to go back and forth between them, that's my choice. If I like it, and they like it, what's the big deal? It certainly isn't any of your business what I do! What gives you the right to interrupt and drag me off like that, hmm?"
He hadn't minded it before, but now that it was no longer funny and he felt like he was being cornered and ridiculed, he didn't exactly like it. And the kid just had to bring his mother into it. That wasn't a good idea at all.
"For your information, my mother left me when I was ten, so, no, she didn't really tell me any of this, but thanks for trying to take her place," Paris said sarcastically.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 12:12 pm
It had been a surprise, but it hadn't been the first time he went too far and went against his intentions by making the other person clearly despise his advice. He lacked the tact at times, and it was clear he went too far now. What was worse, he hit a land mine of a personal subject he hadn't meant to hit, and he tensed at knowing he had brushed against what probably was a touchy subject.
"Ah..I'm sorry. I didn't know." Though that probably didn't excuse him. Oh great. He just made this all bad. He went from chivalrous, to short, to being someone's unwanted mother in one meeting. This was one of those classic reasons that told him why he didn't have any friends.
"I just….." He just what? Thought he could change this girl in one sitting? Someone probably already scolded her plenty of times in the past for acting such and such a way. If this was something she was used to doing, these sort of public displays were commonplace for her. "….I didn't want you to get hurt. I guess if you enjoy it………….just that ……….." He scratched the side of his head once, looking down as he thought. "…….don't you think people will think less of you, hate you, for it? And what if another time someone punches you? Guys like that wouldn't care about hitting a lady. I guess I'm just saying, you should be careful……and that it doesn't have to be that way." Maybe he should give up while he could. It wasn't like he was this girl's keeper. It was just a shame.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 2:15 pm
The apology didn't exactly solve anything, but Paris could give the kid credit for not continuing on in a self-righteous manner. He could handle the concern and sympathy; it was that inkling of superiority some people often acquired in response to him that rubbed him the wrong way.
"Whatever," he said, keeping his arms crossed for a few more moments before lowering them to place his hands on his hips again. "It's not your problem to deal with."
It wasn't even so much of a problem anymore. It had been six years; he'd adapted and moved on. So what if it stilled pissed him off from time to time?
"Look, it's great that you're concerned and all. It's not every day a white knight comes to sweep me off my feet and try to show me a 'better path,'" he said, resisting the compulsion to raise his hands and make invisible quotation marks in the air with his fingers. "But I've been looking after myself for years and I've been okay. I know what I'm doing, and if someone wants to hit me then I'll hit them right back. I'm a lot tougher than I look."
He relaxed a little bit as he continued to talk. Maybe this kid wouldn't understand; very few people ever did. But it felt better to talk, to explain himself. "Frankly, I don't care what people think. What right do they have to judge me anyway when they're far from perfect? I mean, what's so different about what I do compared to someone who drinks all the time, or who does drugs, or who compulsively shops, or who gorges on food when they're upset, or whatever? We're all just indulging in things that make us feel good."
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 6:22 pm
It was clear he didn't approve of girls hitting either as he set the fingertips of one hand to his mouth as he watched her, but bite his tongue to not say anything. He already stated to her how she shouldn't be around people who'd hit a girl in the first place, but she apparently had no qualms with those sort of disreputable people – and making out with said people. He just wished she'd not realize that the caliber of people she was hanging out with were far beneath her, even if she felt it was "fun".
When she came with her explanation, he couldn't help but feel it was a poor defense. One he could not help but point out. "Just saying that one thing isn't as bad as what you're doing doesn't make it good either. That like saying that if stole from someone, it's not as bad as killing them. You're just showing a further extreme to your own actions, which makes it look harmless in comparison, but you have to also compare it to something better for you and see that it's not that great either. I don't see why you'd want to put yourself in that sort of danger. You can have your fun without you having to take on a fight, to have to get hit, and you can still have your fun with someone who would actually never think of hitting you. The very idea.." He had to just cringe at the thought. Some guy hitting on a girl was just downright wrong. Those two idiots fighting each other, that was fine. They deserved it even if they were being mislead a little.
"I just worry ..what with the city being as it is. I'm not your mother. I know. Sorry a million times over for that." Okay, he should just go. There was no need for him to be here and she was okay with doing what she wanted. "…Just……….be careful." He looked back again and sighed. "Those two aren't going to kill you when they find you, will they?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 8:28 pm
Paris frowned when he was argued with. It wasn't that he didn't like the debate, he simply thought he'd gotten the point across that he just didn't care, but apparently not. Oh well. He couldn't please everyone.
"Yes, but just because you think something's better for me doesn't mean it is. Don't you think I'd know what's better for me more than you would? It's my life. I mean, what do you really know about me?"
He paused to look the other boy over again, glancing from his hair to his eye patch, down to his clothes and shoes. "Not that you don't look somewhat familiar, but I tend to think that about a lot of people, considering how many people I've met. I'd ask if I've slept with you before, but considering how much of a prude you seem to be, I'm going to assume the answer's 'no.'"
Paris shrugged it all off. There were always going to be people who questioned him, who didn't agree with him, and who had differing opinions than he did because of it. So long as they left him to his own devices, he didn't mind, and it seemed as if this kid was winding down and coming to the end of his ranting. He could let it go. This time.
"Relax, it's not big deal," he said. "Of course they're not going to kill me. They might be mad, but I'll make it up to them. Eventually. And don't worry," he paused for a moment to dig into the small purse he carried around, pulling out a condom packet to wave it in the other boy's face, "I'm always careful. See?" He grinned and tapped the packet against the other boy's nose. "Nothing to worry about."
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 9:10 am
"Prude? I'm not a prude! Just being careful doesn't make you a prude. Would a prude take some stranger away from two guys having a fight? I don’t think so. I happen to do a lot of things that a prude wouldn't do. You…" He flustered just thinking about the word 'prude'. He happened to be a fun person, and just because he preferred modesty and morals didn't mean he couldn’t have fun. Why did people keep saying that?!
"A prude would have left you as is and just frowned at you the entire time and gossiped. At least I did something. Sure, you probably didn't need it, but at least that doesn't make me a prude. If you can say that I know nothing about you, then you don't know nothing about me." There. Take that logic. He could be a badass racecar driver for all she knew.
Crossing his arms, he looked about, trying not to get too upset. It was times like these that he sometimes felt he could really go for a sharp blade. Damn Negaverse tendencies. He was forming a habit.
During his mild temper flare-up, she decided to mention sex. SEX! And then flashed a condom of all things at him and even bobbed him on the nose with it. Just seeing it made him turn bright red, and he nearly jumped back, but instead looked at her a wide, surprised eye. She…was having sex…AT HER AGE?! He was just about to open his mouth when he remembered the prude comment and clamped it shut. No. He wasn't going to do it. He would bite his tongue until it bleed before he started to lecture her on sex.
"I guess you can take care of yourself." Was all he could say, at least approving of safe sex. Ugh! Just thinking of that made him turn red. "And I never had……" He couldn't even say the word. "..that …with you." Of course he never had that with anyone. Was he behind everyone else? Where all the kids having…that at his age?
He rubbed his shoulder thinking about it, before looking back at her, sufficiently taken down a couple of pegs and slipping off his high horse for the moment. "I'm sorry for acting like I knew everything about you. I don't. Sorry." He waited a moment, before offering his hand. "Seems a little late now, but …" He presented her with a handshake he hoped she would accept. "…. I do know you a little more than a stranger now, so I should at least know your name. Ladon Shepard." Sure, she wasn't the type of person he would make friends with – far from it – but being polite was deeply rooted in him. He couldn't just not do proper introductions, even if she might just up and leave anyways. What with no boys to have fun with, she'd probably run off and find another. Poor girl.
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