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 Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:07 pm
Bix was minding his own business. He was walking down the hall, texting one his phone, keeping one eye ahead of him on the hallway. He was only really headed to his room. The albino was very focused on his phone, not really glancing up at anyone passing him in the hall.
He stopped dead suddenly, getting hunger pangs, and turned around to redirect to the kitchen. It was a bit sudden to anyone around him who wasn't paying attention may have gotten whacked with a swinging braid or arm.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:16 pm
Otto walked behind Bix. While he wasn't playing with his phone, he was rather distracted by an empty juice bo in his hand. Partly empty. The straw was so mangled it seemed he'd been biting on it to pass the time until he found a place to toss it.
Suddenly, a braid whipped him square in the face. He let out a grunt, and slapped the braid away, though it was out of reach by the time Bix passed. "Hey watch it!" He yelled, winding back and chucking the empty drink box at the back of Bix's head. "S'bad enough you walk as slow as a slug but ya gotta whip yer damn braid around like a ********' Miss Universe?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:33 pm
Bix felt the soft thunk of empty waxy cardboard. It was hardly painful but the albino spun, scowling. Otto seemed to bring that out in people. "Jeesus I would say sorry but you are just such an unbearable d**k that you literally deserve every second of slow discomfort that has been brought on you."
Bix flipped his braid around his neck like a scarf now. "You're just jealous that you wouldn't even qualify for Miss Universe."
He made a PFFFFFT noise at Otto and muttered something about a 'little s**t' under his breath.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:52 pm
That's it. Someone hold Otto's earrings cause s**t is bout to go down!
"How the ******** have I been a d**k? You're the ignorant a*****e who flips his damn hair like a ******** weapon in a hallway." He didn't know wat it was, but Otto just had a bug up his a** that day. He didn't want to let this go in the slightest. He took two steps forward, his fists balled at his side, one coming up and pointing a finger at the taller man.
"N' don't think I didn't hear that little s**t comment! Ya got something to call me just say it aloud!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:01 pm
"You threw a juice box at my head!" Bix stared down at the petulant blonde. His voice rose slightly but he wasn't yet raging like Otto. "You need some friggin anger management or something!"
Then Otto had a finger in his face. "You. Are. A. Little. s**t." His red eyes didn't flinch from the the other. He'd screamed in this hunter's face before but then he outranked him and the trainee had no choice but to answer. Even if Bix had been there longer, they were no technically on even keel.
"Got a problem with that? I'll make sure to note it down... on my report." He said with a smirk. Time to take a truth, stretch it, and use it to his advantage.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:08 pm
"I sure ******** did!" Otto felt his projectile tossing was warranted. Completely justified. "I don't need no anger management! I manage it fine!" Manage it by throwing his anger at people with juice boxes. Incidentally, his rage might be related to his lack of drum set. No drums, no anger release in a healthy manner.
The blonde's blue eyes narrowed and scrunched up his nose as Bix repeated his muttered phrase more clearly. His complexion started to redden as his anger began to boil beneath the skin.
And then he mentioned a report. Wait... report?
"What ********' report?" He asked, a mix of angry and cautious.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:14 pm
"Well see.." Bix unraveled his braid and began to swing it idly. Yes maybe it was near Otto but not touching him. Swing... close.... swing.. close.. "I need something and in order to get it Caelius is making me look for.." He closed one eye and pinned the other on Otto, like he was thinking. "Looking for inadequately performing intermediate trainees. You know people who just can't seem to operate properly within the rules..."
Swing close..
"So I mean you just admitted to throwing things at me. I'll have to mark it down on my sheet." He was patronizing, sighing hopelessly at the blonde young man.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:25 pm
Otto glared at the braid that swung close to him, knowing full well it was a taunt. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, a harsh gaze flicking from Bix to the winging hair. Caelius's name scared him. Mostly because he was a crazy a*****e who saw people as his tools. The fact Bix was looking for misbehaving trainees for him was unnerving, and maybe gave the trainee an edge. "I ain't broken no rules. I play nice when I gotta." He muttered, his eyes now set firmly on Bix.
But then Bix threatened to add Otto to that list for his injustice against juice box actions. The threat, Caelius's name, and that swinging ponytail. Otto's nerves began to break. Suddenly he grabbed the end of Bix's braid and pulled harshly enough to make the taller trainee bend down to Otto's level. He glared into the red eyes of Bix and said without a hint of fear; "I ******** dare you. What do I ********' care?"
At best he might be shoved in a pod or made to do a terrible chore. At worst? Maybe he'd die. Oddly enough, Otto didn't seem to care either way, which put his weapon on edge.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:41 pm
Thankfully Bix was holding one end of his braid. It prevented the painful yank to the scalp but it he did get forced to bend. His eyes narrowed, snowy lashes making them seem even more red.
"What do you care then?" Bix smirked, grabbed the longer of Otto's necklaces and twisted it til it was tight against the boy's neck. He lifted it, forcing Otto's chin up if he didn't want to break the thing. While Otto was distracted he snatched the blonde's beanie with his other hand. Of course this forced him to let go of his braid but the little bit of slack helped him stand up a bit more.
Much taller. LONGER ARMS. Good luck getting that hat back Otto.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:46 pm
Otto let out a small choked grunt, his chin instinctively lifting as his jewelry was used against him. Rather than keep holding Bix's braid, Otto moved to grab the wrist that yanked his necklace. It was then he felt Bix steal his beanie. s**t. He liked that beanie!
The 5'5" teenager stood on his tippy toes while his free hand tried to grab at his hat. "Give it back!" He growled, bouncing up as much as he could considering there was a makeshift noose on his neck.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 9:53 pm
Bix let go of the necklace and hopped backwards. ELF STEPS. He smashed the beanie on his own head even though it smelled. When did he wash this last? Didn't he wear this every day? GROSS. The satisfaction of seeing Otto annoyed was better. "Look I'm Otto." He made an angry face.  "I wear my pants low and hate everyone, even people who are nice to me. Hopefully I won't get left out on the battlefield cause no one has my back. I'm probably just a fuzzy bunny inside with daddy issues or something.." Bix sagged like he was the boy, several feet away and ready to run further as soon Otto moved to get the hat again. "You know we could probably be friends if you didn't have something tiny worming its way up your butt every day." He pulled on the hat, testing it's elasticity.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:21 pm
Bix was wearing his hat. Bix was wearing his hat. Worser yet he was making fun of him by making terrible impression of him. The degrees of horrified anger that spread over the youth's face was dynamic and almost comical. A lot of what Bix said was probably true, which made the boy fume even more, every last nerve blown to mush. "DON'T FLATTER YERSELF!! I'D NEVER BE FRIENDS WITH YOU! I DON'T NEED YOU, I DON'T NEED ANYONE!" It was a good thing Bix was far away, otherwise he'd likely have a broken nose to match Dakota's. "NOW GIVE IT BACK, TWINKLE TOES!" Otto growled as he made a dash for the taller trainee.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:25 pm
"THAT'S THE FACE! Did I do it right?" He made it again.
Of course then Otto started to yell. "Oh ho ho the lady doth protest too much, methinks! I didn't say you NEEDED friends. Does that mean you do? And everyone needs someone. Who's gonna pop your teeny bopper back pimples for you?"
And then the lunge came and Bix went tearing off down the hall. Thankfully a good bunch of his training included running. A distance weapon was only good if you could get far away from people. "RUN FORREST RUN!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:35 pm
Every word Bix spoke made Otto want to think of ten different ways he could kill the albino and ten different ways to hide the body. He kept on sprinting after him, hands balled so tightly in fists the knuckles were transparently white. "YOU'RE DEAD! DEADER THAN A DOORNAIL!!" Oh how he wanted his fist to connect with the other man's face. Lot's and lots. He could barely process any thought that wasn't related to killing the albino.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 5:59 am
Bix kept running, through the dorm halls, around a corner, down another hall. He breezed past people, clutching the hat tightly to his head until he burst out into the fresh air.
He ducked on the other side of the door, holding his breath and waiting until he heard the thudding of Otto's pursuing feet. When the door flew open he stuck out his leg to trip the other young man.
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