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 Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 5:47 pm
Damn school, DAMNED students, and THRISE damned Lockers..." He rattled the door uselessly and tried not to focus on the oddities. It was pretty sparse all things considered, just enough light to see a few somewhat scandalous 'glamor shots' of ... well he wasn't totaly sure of the gender, in this school probably it WAS a girl but there was something about them... not that he had enough light OR concern about the photos to really squint at them.
He rattled the door again and sighed and checked his phone again out of habit more than anything else... after all the battery was somewhere out there in the hall if it hadn't been stolen or trashed already. <******** School...
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 6:07 pm
Paris stopped in front of his locker to stare at the door when he heard and saw it shaking, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. He didn't usually keep all that much in his locker, and had only stopped by with the intention of tossing some books in there to prevent them from further cluttering up his room -- and so he wasn't tempted to do his homework, though he doubted he had to worry very much about that.
It seemed as if one of the resident thugs had felt like introducing some poor soul to the inside of it. Such things weren't an uncommon occurrence. Dumb brutes were naturally going to pick on people smaller -- and often more intelligent -- that they were. He'd never been shoved in a locker before himself, but he'd definitely been pushed against them by guys who seemed to find his lifestyle and mode of dress disgusting. It was stupid, really, and not always a great concern of his.
He knew he looked better than they did anyway. They were merely jealous and insecure in their inferiority.
He'd almost forgotten his combination -- wouldn't it have sucked for the kid inside of he had? Luckily, after messing up the second number three times, he managed to get it right, pulling the door open to allow for some light and fresh air. He looked at the boy taking up residence in there -- a boy quite a bit shorter than him, which was surprising. Paris didn't view himself as being exceptionally tall. Barely 5'3" had always seemed rather insignificant and minuscule to him. It was one of his excuses for wearing heels, aside from the fact that he thought they were cute.
So shocked was he to actually have to look down at someone that Paris didn't really take much else of the kid's appearance in yet. "Who did you piss off to end up in here?" he asked, not sure if he should be amused or annoyed that they'd decided to make use of his locker.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 6:42 pm
The fact that his rescuer wasn't a foot taller than he was was a blessing, the fact he was still three inches taller at -least- not including... high heels, was just depressing after spending the last god knew how long stuck in a locker with glamor shots of what seemed to be its owner.
"... I think it's a shorter list of whom have I -not- pissed off."
He replied honestly. With Dem gone it was harder to pull off his more elaborate plans, there really wasn't anyone currently AT the school he could trust to palm notes to or to send to congratulate people on 'scoring' with people they had never touched in their life. That meant what superstitious concerns he had at last managed to garner when Dem was here was fading away far faster than it had been earned... he would have to find a solution to that before things spiraled of control, even if it meant a mysterious sleeping illness that afflicted people who assaulted anyone smaller than themselves.
Zac didn't often pay much mind to nearly anyone else at the school unless they were pushing him into things, or over things... or any of the other small torments they could imagine just to try and drive him mad, but he was wondering how he could have missed a blond in high heels like this.
"Um..." He said finding his attention drawn to the shoes again. "...So... yes, thank you."
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 8:24 pm
Paris might have felt insulted if he realized he wasn't immediately recognized. Usually his reputation preceded him, but seeing as he liked to skip class a lot, he could understand why someone may not recognize him on sight. He had a bit of a problem putting names to faces himself, so he couldn't really blame the kid or not knowing. That didn't mean it wasn't a little disappointing; he did so love knowing he was talked about.
"Don't thank me," he said. "I came to throw my books in here, not to save you. You're just lucky I dropped by at all, aren't you?"
He noted the way the other boy was looking at his shoes. He glanced down at them himself, but he didn't see what the big deal was. He had more flashy pairs. He usually only wore his mary janes at school, because he was less likely to get yelled at for wearing them being that the tended to blend in better. He was going to assume the boy had never seen another guy in high heels before -- thus the staring.
Really, society was so very close-minded about these sorts of things.
"Are you going to get out or are you gonna keep my books company for a while?" he wondered. He was half tempted to toss his books inside and close his locker in the other kid's face and see how long it took someone else to come by and release him, but that would be horribly brutish, and Paris wasn't a brute.
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 2:14 pm
"..." He pushed his way by rather disliking the proximity to unknown persons, blond and curiously dressed to boot. His body language probably screamed it but he didn't quite care.
"Better than the janitor sawing your padlock off." He added feeling a great deal less thankful to the only slightly taller young man.
"Thank you." He said bluntly.
He should have been more grateful, or at least conversational but what was he going to say? Compliment him on his shoes or the vanity shots?
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 10:32 am
Paris shrugged, tossing his useless books inside once his locker had been vacated. "It's not like I use the lock all that often anyway, which was probably how they managed to get you in there in the first place," he said rather nonchalantly.
He paused a moment to peer into a mirror he had fastened to the inside of the door, running his fingers through his hair and fixing a few errant strands. He then examined his face, rummaging through a pencil bag laying on top of a stack of books. Instead of containing pencils, he kept an emergency stash of lip-glosses and condoms inside. You never know when the mood might strike, and it was often easier to make a quick stop at his locker between classes than to waste time going back to his room.
He pulled out a tube of red lip-gloss and began to apply it, noting how the other boy had yet to leave. "Like what you see?" he teased.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 3:22 pm
"If I had beer tastes on a champaign pocket book... I might have." He retorted still not believing what he was seeing.
He couldn't even wear his earrings in school and this kid was getting away, somehow... with high heels, and eyeshadow... and LIP GLOSS.
"How is it they haven't -expelled- you..." He said scowling and waving a hand from heels to head. "... how is it that You haven't been put on detention for LIFE?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 6:07 pm
Paris's mouth stretched into a grin as he placed his tube of lip-gloss back and returned to fiddling with his hair, still watching the other boy in the mirror. "Oh, I don't know," he responded, sounding rather blasé. "Sometimes I think they're almost afraid of me, though I really don't know why. And it's not like I don't get yelled at, but does it look like I really care?" It wasn't as if he was the only boy in the world who liked to dress as a girl, he just happened to be sent here, as if lumping him with a bunch of thugs was going to solve his problem.
"If they tried to do more, you think I could sue for discrimination based on sexual orientation?" he asked, not particularly curious, merely joking. "Or would that not fly? I guess they could make the case that not all transvestites are gay, although I think what I did to get myself locked up here is proof enough that I am."
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:44 pm
"No..." he said dryly. "No I very much don't think you could sue for that, they would probably refute the case with the fact it's a school for troubled boys or in some cases troublesome boys and toss the case out. Though it -would- be amusing because I have no doubt a few people might try drag JUST to prove that they too should be released as a case of discrimination."
He mused on the possibility but disregarded it as -exceptionally- unlikely to fly.
He paused, his curiosity was run through with 'you don't want to know' but at the same time he -was- curious.
"... I should probably NOT ask... but what -did- you do."
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 7:07 pm
"I never said anything about being released," Paris told him, leaning more toward the mirror to peer closer at his face. "If I didn't want to come here anymore, I just wouldn't show up or something, which is tempting. I'd just like to be able to wear the shoes that I want and put some freaking lip-gloss on without being harassed about it."
Done with his inspection, Paris closed the door to his locker but didn't bother to replace the lock, turning to lean back against it as he considered the other boy. He smiled widely at the expressed curiosity. "Let's just say I got up to some naughty business in the bathroom and leave it at that," he said, then decided to add with a wink, "Unless you wanted me to demonstrate."
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 6:05 pm
It took a moment to process that, but the result was a rather Adamant "NO!"
and a blush that would have done a fine job masquerading as a strawberry.
"Nono... defiantly not..."
apparently curiosity drew the line somewhere near there.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 6:48 pm
Paris couldn't have hid the grin that crossed his face if he'd tried -- not that he had any intention of trying. What was the point of pretending that he wasn't amused? "Jeez, don't turn me down so quickly. You'll hurt my feelings," he joked.
In truth, he wasn't all that surprised, nor was he in any way disappointed. It wasn't as if there weren't other guys willing to take him up on his offer. "You're not my type anyway," he said, making a motion with one of his hands to indicate the boy's pint-sized stature. "Too short. Not that I have much room to talk but, you know... Tall, dark, and handsome might be cliche, but it's kinda my thing. No offense."
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 7:20 pm
"None taken to be sure." He shook his head "You're not exactly...my type either, far too... er..." He made an odd face and just stopped talking.
"Ah...so thank you for letting me out of the locker, ah...good luck with....tall dark and handsome."
He cleared his throat and tried to...on some level, be polite....ish.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 7:43 pm
Paris blinked, slightly confused, and a bit curious as to what the guy was going to say. He didn't really see anything wrong with himself, though he supposed he was a lot to handle sometimes. Well, whatever. Approval or disapproval, he didn't care how he got his attention.
"You're welcome, I guess. I wasn't coming by with the intention of saving you, so..." he shrugged. He wasn't used to doing good deeds. "It probably would have been funny to leave you in there longer. I wish I could have seen them shove you in," he said rather unsympathetically, but it made such an amusing mental image. "You're the perfect size for it. I can't say I've ever had the experience myself. Must get pretty claustrophobic, although I guess you can get to know people by the contents of their locker, right?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 3:17 pm
"That you can..." He said with a bristle of irritation returning. "I'm sure you could get one of your friends to shove you in..." he added dryly. "Maybe they'd find it... a turn on." He added with a slight curl of the lip in disgust before turning to go.
He waved, he didn't quite see the point in saying thanks again after that...and what else was there to say? 'Try not to catch too many communicable diseases?'
Yeah...he'd had about all he could take for the day.
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