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 Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:39 pm
⇘ f**............ Slut ............ Idiot
Loser ............ Fat ............ Ugly
Geek............ Worthless............ Dyke ⇖ We've all been called things that stab at us. At some point in our lives someone had made us feel lower then dirt with the use of their words. Because those things...the things they say, they can act as lethal as a knife.
Like a noose tightening around your throat with each breath you breath in, with every words they call out. Its as slow killing as poison. One the seeps in your heart and slowly eats away at you.
I've seen it do horrible things. I've seen it drive people to the point where they want to die. Or worse. To the point where they no longer feel as if they deserve to live.
Like their right to breath is not longer valid because a group of as*holes says they don't deserve it. Because these bullies have convinced them so.
These people are like a plunge slowly spreading thought are school. Tainting our halls with their arrogant outlook, and their crude humor.
As if being call a geek is so much fun.
And, perhaps the worst thing about it is that there isn't any protection form these kinds of people. Kids see it happening and just walk right by. Parents and teachers are useless because they stay in the dark.
And when their shown the light, what power do they have. Send the kid home for a few days. Right, that'll teach him. Bad, bully, go have a vacation where you get to play video game all day and not think about how you've hurt people. That's such a wonderful idea. And so effective.
I really hope you understand sarcasm when you read it.
Well, I say no more. Screw them getting of scott-free. They need to be taught a lesson. Or at least that was the conclusion me and my brother came to. You see we didn't get the name 'Nerd Defenders' cause were cool-though we are very awesome. We got the name because those bullies that your so afraid of are scared of us.
Not because we slam them into lockers and scare them straight. Nah, that's not quite are style. Plus getting suspended wouldn't really help those 'nerd' in need. Pranks, and suck work just as well as fits.
If not better.
Your probably wondering at this point why I've gone on this long rant. Well I'm friend, I'm here to congratulate you. For you two lucky souls, have been choice.
For what. Nothing as cool as saving the word or anything, don't start daydreaming about that, but its still something pretty awesome.
We- My kind brother and I- have decided to take you under are wing. You two are now our cadets, 'Nerd Defenders' in training!
How do you feel about that?  Into - Plot- Rules - Characters & Profiles
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:50 pm
Plot: [A] and are two lone losers attending Jenkins High School. Day to day they live out there lives. Get up, get dressed, go to school, come home. A very dull and standard routine. Only it would seem they've become the walking joke to Jenkins High bully, it has become the norm for them to get shoved into their lockers, for their lunch to be taken by this larger male. They've gotten so used to the insults they have given up on fighting him about it, have even begun to believe some of his words to ring true. They were on a never ending spiral to depression. So sure that no one could ever help them, that no one care enough to.
That is until two brothers wonder their way into Jenkins hall. One went by the name of Ciro, a very outspoken little guy, with a set of pipe people could here from Mars- at least he like to pretend Mars inhabited could here him. The other name was Dino, a bit more on the quite side then his loud mouthed sibling, but he has other ways to express himself loudly. On their very first day they made a scene, catching [A] and going though their daily abuse, the two had stood on their table. Making a big show as they both pilled their hands full of their sloppy lunch and shot it straight at their tormentors head.
A few weeks past, and the two newcomers quickly became known as savors. But it seemed the bully was gathering reinforcements to aid in his battle. And the brothers, well they were out numbers. If the planed to win, they had to get a few soldiers. And this is were [A] & were dragged in, unable to turn them down after all they had done for them the two reluctantly agreed to be their cadets. Now they are learning all of the brothers mischievous tricks. But can two nerd really over come the bullies they've grown to fear? Guess we'll have to see if they can be wiped into shape. Into - Plot- Rules - Characters & Profiles
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 2:53 pm
Rules: ⇒First and foremost, follow the Gaia rules as well as the guilds, this is pretty basic so we shouldn't have an issue with that.
⇒Second, this is PG-13 which means touching below the belt is a no-no. If anything gets to dirty take it to PMs or skip it.
⇒This will be a simi-lit to lit Roleplay. Which means I want two paragraphs per post. I understand writers block, but never give me just one line. Its no fun if I'm writing my heart out and I get that back.
⇒Okay so I need the nerds one Seme, or at least Seke, and one Uke. That said even if their meant to be nerds do not make them overly whinny. I dislike crybabies, my characters will not put up with that much less fall for them.
⇒ PM Profiles to me with the title of the RP.
⇒That being said, I'm looking for this to be fun, which means angst isn't needed every where. I understand if your nerd is down in the dumps, but not all the time.
⇒Be creative, we're going to be making these bullies lives a living hell by setting up catapults and stuff to throw grapes at them. We are pulling pranks on them, so lets make it fun and funny.
⇒Last and most important. Have fun with this, and don't be afraid to talk to me if you've got ideas. Into - Plot- Rules - Characters & Profiles
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2012 6:55 pm
Characters & Profiles:
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[color=Color2]◄[/color][color=Color1]═══════[/color][color=Color2]►[/color][size=18]The [color=Color1]ℬ[/color][u]asics[/u][/size][color=Color2]◄[/color][color=Color1]═══════[/color][color=Color2]►[/color]
[size=10]→[color=Color1][b]Pages In the Book:[/b][/color] [Age]
←[color=Color2][b]I Have Grown[/b]:[/color] [Height]
→[color=Color1][b]Entrancing Orbs[/b]:[/color] [Eye color]
←[color=Color2][b]Flowing Locks[/b]:[/color] [Hair color]
[color=Color2]◄[/color][color=Color1]═══════[/color][color=Color2]►[/color][size=18] [color=Color1]℧[/color]nder[i]neath[/i] the [color=Color1]₴[/color][u]kin[/u][/size][color=Color2]◄[/color][color=Color1]═══════[/color][color=Color2]►[/color]
[size=10]←[color=Color2][b]Dear Dairy:[/b][/color] [Bio]
→[color=Color1][b]Here's How It Is:[/b][/color] [Personalty]
←[color=Color2][b]Give Me More:[/b][/color] ✔[Likes] ✔[Likes] ✔[Likes]
→[color=Color1][b]Take It Away:[/b][/color] ✖ [Dislikes] ✖ [Dislikes] ✖ [Dislikes] [/size]
[color=Color2]◄[/color][color=Color1]═══════[/color][color=Color2]►[/color][size=18][color=Color1]Q[/color]uestions? [/size][color=Color2]◄[/color][color=Color1]═══════[/color][color=Color2]►[/color]
[size=10]←[color=Color2][b]Oh, Dang:[/b][/color] [Sexuality]
→[color=Color1][b]In Bed:[/b][/color] [U/S/S]
→[color=Color2][b]Colors Of Choice:[/b][/color] [2 Colors You Used]
←[color=Color1][b]My Puppet Master:[/b][/color][Username][/size]
Ciro Carter ◄═══════►The ℬasics◄═══════►→Pages In the Book: 17
←I Have Grown: 5'2
→Entrancing Orbs: Blue
←Flowing Locks: Black◄═══════►℧nderneath the ₴kin◄ ═══════►←Dear Dairy: First of all I'd like to state, that I am from England, but sadly I do not have a hot English accent. I was only born there, when I was too young to remember my real parents died/didn't want me-whatever, I have no clue-so I was sent to foster care. Growing up with allot of other kids around you one learns how to stand out, how to get attention and what they want. I won't lie and say I wasn't an a** to some of those kids, I was a pretty big butt to some. But it was always kinda catty growing up, limited food, limited toys, we fought for what we wanted. But eventually this family came in, they already had a little boy with them, and apparently they were looking for their family to grow. Sadly for them-lucky for me-the mom was unable to give birth, which left them to adopting kids. I shouldn't have to tell you that they chose me to take home.
And you know, it was a wonderful family, really loving, always there. Everything I dreamed about since I was old enough to dream. It was really lovely. Until I started going to school. Kids can be cruel, and I wasn't quite used to going to school like this, we hardly at that in foster care. When they found out I was adopted the 'jokes' started-though I'd hardly call them laughable. They'd tell me my parents didn't love me, that I was so ugly they didn't want me because of it. Stuff like that, it stings pretty deep. I got depressed, seriously thought that if my parents didn't want me, why would anyone. The world was better off without my presence. It wasn't until my brother noticed me falling that I was able to snap out of it. With his help, as well as my mother and father I over came those kids, even started showing them up. Thats when the pranks started, I'd start with stupid little jokes, like putting a 'kick me' sign on their back, but they have excelled over time. I've gotten very good at plotting, and it seems like my brother has as well. Together we decided that no one deserves to feel the way bullies make people feel, since no one else is standing up, we have too.
→Here's How It Is: Ciro is a fairly loud person, very outspoken and overly talkative. Its a tasks to get him to shut his mouth. Always one to speak his mind he tells people just how it is, or at least what he thinks. It would seem at some point that he doesn't know how to be serious, as he would much rather be laughing then all calm and quite. And that is one of his faults, even when the situation calls for it he can't help be seem to try and find some way to brighten the mood. Even if its not necessarily dim. The kid also always seems to have his mind turning, actually a very bright boy he can come up with very complex plans. Some much to complicated for them to work out on their budget. He has a bit of a temper and can sometimes get a bit vengeful if he feels the moment calls for it.
←Give Me More: ✔Pranks ✔ His Brother ✔ Sweets
→Take It Away: ✖ Bullies ✖ Broccoli ✖ Fighting◄═══════►Questions? ◄═══════► ←Oh, Dang: Gay, and proud to be.
→In Bed: Uke
→Colors Of Choice: Blue & Purple
←My Puppet Master:NykinaEverlynnDino Carter ◄═══════►The ℬasics◄═══════►→Pages In the Book: 19
←I Have Grown: 6'2
→Entrancing Orbs: Redish brown
←Flowing Locks: Red
◄═══════►℧nderneath the ₴kin◄═══════►
←Dear Dairy: Being the first child born to my parents I grew up drowned in love, and gifts. I wanted for nothing. Anything I asked for was mine the next day it was like every day was Christmas. I wanted the newest game system, there it appeared in my room the day after I asked. If I wanted any kind of animal, there it was with a cute little bow warped around it. To say the least I was spoiled. And for a while I was kind of a brat. Well more then kind of. Looking back now I was one of those kids I would want to punch. The one that took whatever was given to me for granted, the one that screamed and cried when the word no was even whispered. I was a huge brat. And this act kept on until I heard my parents talking about getting another kid. I knew mom couldn't have one-though I of course didn't know the medical reasons-but either way, blood brother or not, I didn't want a sibling. I can't tell you have many tantrums I threw over their decision. But this was one no they would not budge on, no matter how many things I broke, or how many time I told them I hated them. I was getting a little brother like it or not. Reluctantly I was dragged along to help pick out my new sibling. I simply couldn't believe they were forcing me to have a brother, I didn't want to share my parents love, or all the presents it came with. They picked out a little black haired kid, someone with a really loud mouth. I hated him instantly. On the very ride home I started to make his life hell. Kicking at him with my feet, hitting him with my little palm. I did everything I could to make him mad. And you know what he did. The little s**t bit me. I went to smack him on the arm and he grabbed my arm an sunk his teeth in. Mom after wards pulled over and scolded us both, from there we played nice, at least until we got home. In the confined of our bedroom we fought. And somewhere in the mist of the fight... oddly we became friends. It ended up with both of us laugh over one another messy look.
From then on Me and Ciro became close, and with him I started to change. I was no longer a self centered brat, but a over protective brother. I would share my candy and toys with him. I cared for him like no other. So when I found him down in the dumps over some stupid kids, I couldn't help but get mad. Of course I threaten to kick everyone of there butts, but Ciro had another plan. Fighting with fist never solved the problem but doing to them what they did to other, well it worked wonders. Now Ciro may be the master mind behind many of our pranks, but I am the one who make sure that everything goes smoothly, also the muscle to back everything up should things go wrong.
→Here's How It Is: Dino tend to be more of a quite man. much prefers actions over words. He feel they get the point across faster with little to no confusion. For example, rather then simply telling someone he like them and having them worry over what he means, he acts on his feelings. Kissing them rather then speaking about them. And if he should get slapped well then he'll take that as a clear no. It solves all the drama that usually comes along with those kind of feelings rather quickly. Overly protective of both his brother and those he feel need it. He's the kind of knight in shining armor, only in modern day time. One of those guys that will hold a door open for a lady, though he has little interest in them had has to up-most respect for women, and will often go the distance to make sure they are well cared for. Much the same treatment comes when you are his lover, he treats them something as kings. But of course he has his fault, though he may seem like the perfect boyfriend Dino has a fear of getting to personal with someone, and as such has never really had a boyfriend. He seems to prefer to have friends with benefits then someone with the title of his lover.
←Give Me More: ✔Lighting ✔His brother ✔Cute boys
→Take It Away: ✖ Commitment ✖ The cold ✖ Bullies
◄═══════►Questions? ◄═══════►
←Oh, Dang: Gay, Gay, Gay... Wait maybe a little b- No just gay.
→Position: Seme.
→Colors Of Choice: Gold & Red
←My Puppet Master:NykinaEverlynn
The Nerds:
Open - Reserved - Taken
David Archer
◄═══════►The ℬasics◄═══════►
→Pages In the Book: 18
←I Have Grown: 6'1
→Entrancing Orbs: Brown
←Flowing Locks: Dark Brown
◄═══════► ℧nderneath the ₴kin◄═══════►
←Dear Dairy: Life tends to be a handful sometimes you set goals and accomplish them. That's understandable, and I personally try my best to reflect myself upon that lifestyle. It's something I learned from my father, he was generous to say the least. I won't sugar-coat anything my family used to be piss poor. My mom worked as a waitress when her college scholarship reached it's end and her parent's couldn't afford to help her pay for more semesters. She didn't graduate and didn't earn a degree after the bank had denied her a financial loan. My dad worked two jobs one as a bus driver for my elementary school which gave to an upside knowing that my father was going to be driving me to school along with about twenty other kids. As said before two, dos jobs, he was also worked as a bartender which was odd seeing as how my dad never drank looking back at it now it was probably because he drove about five in the morning the next day. We didn't have much we collected food stamps, offered to shovel snow in winter it was a difficult process. It wasn't all bad though, I grew up as smart as my parents I sleep in a warm bed and always get presents on my birthday. My father got me a xbox I could play for an hour when I was nine. For me It was the most advanced thing I've ever seen.
Eventually things did get better, my dad got an opportunity to run the bar he worked when the previous owner became ill of, ... liver cancer. How unpredictable right? Anyway my dad accepted the offer and with a little help and saving he bought the place and brought in the profits. Renting out for twenty first birthday parties, karaoke nights the whole show. My family went from a small house eating pop tarts for dinner to a two moderately large home and fancy store brand meat. Now onto myself, I self label myself as a artist. Others label me as a: nerd, freak, and pervert. I swear I can explain that last one easily. I get straight A's on most of my report cards, I was given a B once and nearly blew a fuse hammering on about how my GPA might go down by a fourth. As stated earlier yes I do love art it's my passion my parents actually let me paint my own room. The walls were white and I pretty much just splashed paint onto it until I saw it looked perfect enough. Painting is only one of my favorite forms of art, I enjoy drawing as well and carry a sketchpad wherever I go. My love for art wasn't much appreciated in school, if being called a nerd wasn't enough rumors ran about the school that I drew girls naked, it was a stupid and ugly lie! One that somehow lead to my, as stated earlier, nickname "pervert". I don't even like women let alone want to draw them without clothes. It soon went from rumors to being physically stuffed into a locker. One out of ten times the locker is mine. I was born scrawny and my reputation of throwing a shock-put and spraining my wrist just felt like adding gasoline to fire. In other I'm an outcast among others except for a fellow I've been familiarly bullied alongside. I consider him my only friend probably because it's true. Maybe I am just a freak, or a nerd but does that necessarily make me something not worth kindness?
→Here's How It Is: David is a bit of an awkward boy, he can't run more than a few yards and couldn't swing a tennis racket to save his skin. Though in spite of it all he makes up for it in a bright and artistic outlook on everything. He can find the best way to interact colors to any surface. In result of being treated no more than a personal door mat for people to walk all over, he can be a pushover doing whatever someone would ask promising him false friendships and non-hurtful conversations, all of which are lies. David's social skills are okay at least. However when he feels comfortable around familiar faces he can be quite clever and calm unlike his usual silent and nervous outline. He dresses like one would expect, usually sweaters and ties outfits that might seem oddly to formal for school.
←Give Me More: ✔ Art ✔ High Grades ✔ Reading
→Take It Away: ✖ Being lied to ✖ Torment ✖ Bullies
◄]═══════►Questions? ◄]═══════►
←Oh, Dang: Gay
→In Bed: Seme
→Colors Of Choice: Blue (#41b9fa) & Yellow(#ffea00)
←My Puppet Master:x Wind-Kun x
June Black
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→Pages In the Book: 17
←I Have Grown: 5'5
→Entrancing Orbs: Blue
←Flowing Locks: Orangish-red
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←Dear Dairy: It was a little challenging growing, I was a little well who am I kidding I was really um wide. My dad died when I was five from a heart attack. It devastated my family and soon my mother found the only way to fill that hole was with assortments of unhealthy fried food and sugar. Going back now and looking at old pictures of myself I looked like a bloated teletubby only probably eating twice the amount of cookies they had from that vaccum- thing, whatever it was it shot sugary goods that's the point. Soon enough I became known as plus size and recall from young age I'd be teased for how big I was. It was hurtful, and for some reason only made me want to eat more. Hoping pain could be solved with sweets. Blockading my problems like a colorfully painted road sign. I would confide to my mother about my problems at my school but she would just give me advice any parent at the time would, "Ignore them. If they don't get to you they'll stop." Alright first I should let people know that didn't work once if anything it just made things for me. They'd get louder and let their anger range to more physical attempts to get a reaction from me. One summer I finally decided to try and stop the torment and got my mother to send me to a fitness camp. When I came back around fall I looked as though I had been split in half. However the teasing did not cease, in the eyes of others I was still ugly, I still didn't fit the perfect picture I had yearned for to become apart of something instead of spending days alone. Days in middle school were alright and as time passed I had already graduated from middle school and had transferred over to Jenkins High School.
By my freshman I was was the same size if not smaller than most. To some of my peers it seemed to be a freakish transformation. They still pick on me about my weight despite probably being thinner than some kids the illustration of who I was seemed to forever overshadow who I am today. Well enough of complaining about things, how about we transfer over to a more positive subject? I believe I do fall under the social category as 'nerd' I'm a huge tech freak. Computers and electronic devices seem to revolve my mind. I had once taken apart a computer a recycled one of course, my mom wouldn't let me touch the computer we have currently. It was all for the best anyway, I had no idea how to put the device back together. I spend allot of my time fiddling about on my electronics, cameras, game systems, computers! Are my favorite. My grades are good it's fortunate for me that physical education only requires you to show up to pass and surprisingly after all the things I did at fitness camp I still cannot play a sport without falling over and embarrassing myself. The bullying has escalated since I was younger I've been thrown into trashcans, trash cans have been thrown onto me, I've even gotten my clothes stolen in gym class perhaps it wouldn't be a big deal if they hadn't also taken my uniform while I undressed. It's harder to coordinate in a school without clothes. I am apart and the only member of the AV club managing the videos and set up the devices at assemblies. It's fun I suppose one just needs to make sure a video of them being thrown into a locker shows up on the projector. I don't have or make many friends. I consider another boy older than me I think as somewhat of a friend we've been bullied by the same people and get a general understanding of what the other goes through. They say it's easier to go through something knowing someone else shares your pain. I wish I could believe that but I'd be willing to take any heat to make sure someone doesn't have to go through this.
→Here's How It Is: Not really the best in making small talk June can be a bit odd seen through the eyes of some people. Timid around new faces however he can be sweet in a nervous perspective. Having a tendency to be utterly clumsy one shouldn't trust many things that may be fragile in his hands. That is unless it was a piece of technology then he might guard it like some sort of jewel. June tends to be calm and collective on occasions however at the sight of a familiar tormentor he may burst into a panic.
←Give Me More: ✔Computers ✔Sweets ✔Reading
→Take It Away: ✖Bullies ✖Falling over ✖Being commented on his weight
◄═══════►Questions? ◄═══════►
←Oh, Dang: Gay, and not afraid to say it either.
→In Bed: Uke
→Colors Of Choice: Light Green (#42ffaa) & Tan(#b39576)
←My Puppet Master:x Wind-kun x
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 10:54 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:30 am
➴It's 8 am, this hell I'm in➶
➶Seems I've crossed a line again➴
➴For being nothing more than who I am➶ └─────────────────┘ ┋ ┋ ┋ ┋ ┌─────────────────┐  Ah, mornings. How wonderful they are. The time when its so early that even the sun hasn't raise over the horizon. The sky is still dark, though no where near as inky black as night. Its like a light gray color, as if it might rain but in truth its only that way because the sun has yet to make an appearance in the sky. And thanks to the lack of our fiery friend in the sky, everything is chilled. Bits of due that cling to blades of grass, feel more like icicle against sleep warm skin. If you ever need a wake up call simply ware a pair of flip-flops out into the grass. Those wonderful little droplets well wake you right up. Although the air itself may have already aided your body in jutting that last bit of sleepiness from your system. Its cold enough to need a light jacket-never mind the fact that you want know what to do with it later in the day when its to unbearably hot to ware. Yes, whom ever thought to require that high school students to get up so early in the morning was a brilliant man.
Or an evil one.
These sarcastic thoughts were brought to you by a small teen age boys mind. Ciro was very much convinced that the school bored-or whoever was to blame-choice to start school so early was a form of torture for kids everywhere. No one in their right mind enjoyed waking up so early to 'learn'. The ebony haired teen was very seriously debating his option of simple crawling back into bed and telling his parents he was ill. Sure they would have forgotten that just that night he had been running around, hyped up on an overload of surge. Claiming to feel very nearly like superman thanks to the energy given to him by the junk food. Not to long after that though he had passed out, body falling face first onto his brothers bed, to tired to dare venture to his own.
Said brother was setting opposite of the younger sibling, his feet planted on the floor, body upright in a setting position. A small chuckled fall form his lips as he watched his sibling fall sideways. Ciro's blue eyes had fallen closed while he was bent over attempting-and failing-to lace up his high top converse. Halfway though the first shoe, his body seemed to fall into slumber once more, without a mind to hold it up the younger male fall back into his bed, with all intentions of joining if in the holiness of sleep. Of course, Dino, the elder of the two simply couldn't allow his sibling that bit of peace. Standing form his bed, fully clothed unlike his counter part, the red head stepped closer, once at the edge he bent his legs at the knee and lunched his full body wight off the floor an onto his sleeping brother.
"Off." A rush of air left the ravens lips, ocean orbs snapped open in shock before melting into anger when the face of his sibling registered in his mind. "Dino!" The boy growled the elders name, hand raising to smack the arm nearest to him. "Get off, your fat." He prosperously added a groan to his voice, trying to sound a bit more suffocated by his siblings wight then he actually felt. His tactics however hardly seemed to amuse the male on top of him. A smirk lifted the corner of his lips, "Oh, really. Well then just let me.." leaving his sentence unfinished the male acted for a moment as if he were going to stand and allow Ciro to breath, but he only lend his body a bit to the side before he seemed to think of a better course of action. Righting his body once more the red head started to bounce, revealing the pressure on Ciro's stomach before applying it again a short second later. Huffs of air fall from the smaller ones lips, his hands reached up to grab at Dino's arms and attempt to forcibly remove him, but the other male had much more muscle then the other, and so his attempt were in vain. "Are you up now?" The red head spoke far to cheerfully. Once he revived a broken 'yes' from the dark haired male he removed himself, allowing his sibling to gulp in fresh air. Which he did, a bit overly so.
Stepping to the large dresser that stood against the wall, Dino plucked the backpack-stuffed full with all kinds of wonderful reading material that wight more then a toddler-holding it in his palm a moment he watched his sibling raise slowly from the bed, once more in a setting position. Ignoring the glare tossed his way he spoke, swinging the back back and forth around his fingers. "Come on Finnish putting on your shoes, we can't be late on our first day." With those words spoke he tossed the bag in his brothers direction, kind enough to throw it to the side of him rather then directly on him. "I'll be waiting for you in the car." The words were spoken over his shoulder and he had already began to turn, pausing a moment to grab up his own pack he slung a single strap over one shoulder, moments later he was out of their room, leaving Crio behind to get ready. └─────────────────┘ ┋ ┋ ┋ ┋ ┌─────────────────┐ ➶We don't have to take this back against the wall➴
➴We don't have to take this we can end it all➶
➶All you'll ever be is a faded memory of a bully➴
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 6:47 pm
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The lights blazed into a room, one that's walls were splashed with various colors. A young man laid on his bed, his chest and legs bare under the sheets as he clung do his pillow shielding his eyes from the flash that had just erupted around him. Rise and Shine Davey! Time to get ready for school." Entered a sing-song voice, coincidentally enough the boy's name was revealed though in a childish nickname handed down from, yes, his mother. David only mumbled, making noises that could explain quite disdain for preparation towards school.
Eventually getting up with his little enthusiasm David proceeded to his dresser to put on some clothes for his 'educational experience' or yeah school. Putting on a light blue shirt with sleeves the came to his wrists he put a tan sweater vest layered over it. Along with his quite 'stylish' dress pants David seemed ready enough to go to a formal gathering only he was going to a place where he gets pushed into a locker. A silver earring dangled from his right ear he couldn't even describe how badly his mother had scolded him. It had been a 'gift' from another student. Though only he had been pinned down and the pain felt like someone had stapled his a hole in his ear. At least now it was well decorated.
Leaving his room David yawned, wandering into the living room though while he passed the couch he passed an unfamiliar figure he is used to seeing in the mornings. "Morning David." He heard, the voice was cheerful yet slightly nervous at the same time. David turned his head and felt his eyes grow a bit wide in shock. A fiery-haired male sat on his couch, he was petite and had a timid expression on his face. "June. Your in my house?" David spoke a bit of a question marked in his speech. Soon enough David's mother had called from the kitchen, "I invited him over! I thought it'd be good for you two to walk to school together." It was quite a surprise the dark-haired male didn't give into temptation to nonchalantly refuse the request. However he'd never like to be rude especially when June was literally sitting a few feet from him.
Putting on a slight smile David tried his best not to release a sigh instead he just walked into his kitchen, grabbing the nearest thing that looked like food and stuffed it into his pocket. "I guess we'll leave early then. Need to get some, uh studying done." Truth was he had just taken plastic fruit from the middle of the kitchen table but it might look silly to put it back or to have to explain why he had taken it in the first place without embarrassing himself. About to walk out he felt the collar of his sweater being pulled back, his mother turning him around, looking him in the eye before whispering as if she had some elaborate secret to tell him. "You be nice to that boy. It'd do you some good to make some friends." She said before letting him go and oddly enough taking the decorative fruit from his pocket. Handing him an actual apple instead, huffing a bit David walked back into the living room smiling lightly seeing June look over his shoulder.
Honestly David didn't really know June, the best he could have used to describe him would be his mousy personality. However they had spent some ... interesting time together at school. It was kind of a going through hell with someone sorta thing. Regardless of oddly named entitlements toward the boy he supposed getting to know one another wouldn't hurt, or so he hoped. From June's perspective it was probably the same only he had been caught by David's mother at a close enough time to be persuaded into walking to school with David. June was always the timid type though he did have one that could interact normally, somewhat anyway. Tugging on his shoes David grabbed his bag which basically held all his personal essentials for schools, books and what not. Slinging his back over his shoulders David looked back at June whom seemed to be prepared to head off. "Well come on then, school's waiting." David spoke, his smile genuine. Perhaps it was the morning that made him a bit negative at first but he was ready to go, procrastination never benefited anyone. The red-haired youth perked a bit before nodding, grabbing his bag before the two made their way out the door.
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☛O.O.C. :: Sorry I kinda suck at my first posts >.<☚
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 4:25 pm
➴It's 8 am, this hell I'm in➶
➶Seems I've crossed a line again➴
➴For being nothing more than who I am➶ └─────────────────┘ ┋ ┋ ┋ ┋ ┌─────────────────┐  It was as cold and damp in the car as it was inside, if not worse because the air in the vehicle had been setting for quite some time. Ciro made a face at the weather, moving his arms to bundle his fingers into his open jacket he pulled the fabric closer around him. "Its to dang cold out here." He gripped taking his seat in his brothers run down car. Ciro couldn't tell you what modal it was, it wasn't like he had much interest in cars, much like his brother all he really cared about was that it would get up and go. And go it did, slowly. His brother already had the engine started when the boy had stumbled his way out. He could hear the sounds of the air working its best to fight off the defrost coating the windows, but for the time it only added to the chill the boy was already feeling having no chance to warm up just yet. "Yeah, well maybe if you had a bit more muscle on you, you wouldn't be so cold, would ya." Dino joked a large smile lifted his lips. The younger siblings only reaction was to stick his tongue out in response, far to tired to give a good comeback. Moments later they were moving, the ebony haired male laid his head against the window lifting a lazy finger to trail down the foggy windows, making a clear path with his limb.
At some point during the ride Ciro must have fall asleep, the sound of the tires rolling along the pavement made for a wonderful lullaby. All to soon he felt a hand grip his should, jolting his body awake. Groaning, blue eyes turned to narrow onto his still smiling brother. How someone could be so happy this early was beyond him, it was all he could do to stay awake, smiling seemed like to much effort. "We're here." He sung, "Now get out." But the younger male made no attempt to move, instead the brought up his arm and made a head rest for himself, using the window as a nice prop. A small smirk lifted his lips as he heard his brother leave from the car, thinking he'd won in some slight way. His victory however was short lived as his pillow was bluntly yanked away from him. He caught the sound of Dino's laugh just before his body fall to the hard pavement. Or at least it would have if his brother hadn't reach out a hand to stop his rapid descent. Catching his siblings elbow he held him just above the ground.
Ciro's heart was beating fast, it took him a moment to remember that his lung required air to function. While he was still recovering from his scare, his brother was pulling him upright, holding him steady with both of his hands now. "I tried to be nice." He said, shaking his head. "But your just impossible to get up in the morning."
"So you scare the s**t out of me." Ciro's voice sounded more winded and less angry then he would have liked. His eyes turned narrowing into a deathly glare to which his brother smirked at. "Your up now aren't you." That made the boy pause... because he did feel more awake, every ounce of sleep was gone, in fact his body was on such a high alert that he didn't believe he could fall back to bed if he wanted to. However, that didn't mean he was happy about the way his brother had gone about it. "Your still and a**." he said shoving his brother away from him to stand upright on his own. Smoothing out his shirt he turned to look at the building that would be their prison for much of the day. "So this is Jenkins high."
"In all its glory." His brother spoke up beside him. The younger never pulled his eyes from the building, but a smile worked its way onto his face as one thought crossed his mind. "Do you think will find any victims today?" A smile that matched Ciro's worked its way onto Dino's lips. "We always do, don't we." └─────────────────┘ ┋ ┋ ┋ ┋ ┌─────────────────┐ ➶We don't have to take this back against the wall➴
➴We don't have to take this we can end it all➶
➶All you'll ever be is a faded memory of a bully➴ [OOC: Sorry for the shortness, I kinda typed this in a hurry. I'm gonna have to get off soon.]
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 10:53 pm
♥One night, I heard the sound of trembling strings
From under the cherry blossoms
In merely a moment
The story of our love began
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The morning's dew seemed to create small dots of water, appearing on the boy's shoes as they brushed against their ankles against blades of grass. The sky was blue but the shadows around them didn't change, David's eyes were outlined by a dark ring that appeared beneath them. While June's seemed to be as refreshed a morning itself. Walking to school wasn't necessarily something David enjoyed to do, but he couldn't exactly purchase a car by getting small payments for cleaning tables at the bar his dad owned. Though it felt like a deserving compensation seeing as how those were really dirty tables. It was as though the heavily intoxicated didn't care to use the coasters. A true shame isn't it? June looked ahead but his eyes remained on the ground. Morning air piercing the back of his neck occasionally with wind that seemed to surprise him every now and then, sending goosebumps up his arms. "So ... excited about school?" June spoke, David had to admit there had been an awkward silence after the two left his house and started their way to school. Scoffing a little David responded in a sarcastic tone, "Yeah, as much as I look forward to the apocalypse." He said, his frown showing somewhat a resentment toward the facility. It took a while for June to figure out he had been joking and once he had a slight laugh fell from his lips. It took the other boy by surprise not only because a delayed reaction but that June had laughed at all. It was the first time actually, for him anyway. It was pleasant but he had meant what he said. He didn't look very enthusiastic about even seeing the school in his sights.
Their long venture didn't seem to that far in vein, as the school only seemed a block away their footsteps almost became a bit slower. David sighed before turned to his 'walking buddy' as his mother might put it and decided to make small talk while he still could. "Sorry if my mom hassled you about coming over. I'm sure she didn't make it easy to say no." David said, making an almost joke of it. Puzzled once more June raised an eyebrow, though only slightly. It seemed as though David took the thought of June had to have been forced to have been made to walk to school with him. Though for June his perspective might have been a little different. "It's alright, I didn't really have a problem with walking. After all we are friends ... right?" He asked looking over to the other who only seemed to take the question as something he wasn't sure either. Though he couldn't say 'no.' that would be flat out rude.
Deciding to ease any possible hurt feelings David decided that yes they were friends. Besides if they were going to walking together it might be best to have more of this 'small talk' perhaps next time it wouldn't feel so awkward and they wouldn't talking to each other in the form of a question. "Yeah, ... yeah we are." He spoke assuring, well not really it sounded as though he had just decided at that point they were. Though for June a friend was a friend, which he was somewhat scarce of. "Alright right then." June responded, a trace of a smile on his face. For a while this a pretty good start of a morning, you know aside from the surprising mothers, stealing of plastic fruit, lectures, and awkward conversations. It felt, like a good start. Hopefully the day could stay this way, hopefully being the key word.
Soon enough the two walked in front of the school, approaching the entrance. It seemed to get a bit tense, but for now everything seemed alright.
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✖Many lives have disappeared
To the bottom of despair
Light has just begun to appear
But there are still wounds that have yet to heal
☛O.O.C. ::☚
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