An Unworthy Decapitation (open to all)

[Freddrick Redford]

Fredrick was a fan of killing flowers. It wasn't a thing he did on purpose, it was just a habit of his. As he walked a bush covered with gardenias, on every downbeat of the song Misery Business, he plucked on and stuck it in his pocket. They were soon full and the song was soon over and he sat down beside the bush.

He raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled. They smelled of the flower and he smiled. How girly. His gardenia stained fingers went to his Ipod and began to scroll through it. Nickasaur began to sing Queen Bee, and Fredrick moved to a new bush.

The music on his Ipod were songs of his friends from his hometown had put on there. And she was a girl, so he had lots of music stuck in his head that guys gave him strange looks for humming during through class. He paused in front of a rose he had tried to pick, a thorn stuck in his thumb.

He pulled it out hastily, then sucked on it, till it was clean. Was he a vampire? He did drink blood, he just did. He played the song, and then began to dance to the chorus the way he thought Nick would.

On "Break it down," he dropped to the sidewalk, rising as "crank it up" was belted for someone lungs. "Let's run and just don't stop," Fred sang, running in place then stop abruptly. He spun as "Spin it to the kick drum," was played, he then froze for "Hold it there your not done." And then he stopped, placing the foot in the air on the ground. What was he supposed to do for Twinkle Twinkle, little star, i found out where you are?

What did that mean anyway? He was now confused and he began pull petal off of the flowers he had picked, playing the section over and over. "Twinkle twinkle twinkle," he mumbled as he pulled.

[Alphanse von Sin II]

Dancing
Poetry in Motion

I have enjoyed dancing since I was a young child. Musicals, Ballets...the splash of culture, that was found within the lives of normal people, was something more akin to a flood in mine. I grew up on such things, i went to ballet and opera, in the same way normal teenagers went to the movies for the weekend. Needless to say my peers amongst the Boston elite, shared my sentiments.

So I was saying, i have always been an avid aficionado of dancing. The prospect of being able to communicate without any audible sound, seemed truly so wonderful. Although, I've always been more of a spectator really...don't get me wrong, I've been known to sweep a fine young woman off her feet in the ball room. But for the sake of predominant labeling, i would not tag myself as a dancer. Dancing needs passion for the art, and whatever skill i may or may not possess, it is the passion i lack. All I'm trying to say is that, I love dancing...but I'm not a dancer.

Although, you don't need to be a dancer to be able to interpret the message that the dancer wishes to convey. Like for example, this guy dancing right here...I'd translate his movements into common tongue, although I'm afraid I'm not all that into profanity...

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This school had been rather boring, insofar. True enough, Alphanse expected little from it's curriculum...but then again any curriculum outside of collegiate level, would not be challenging for him. He was a bloody genius. These meager high school lessons he could teach himself. At least there was the Dream World, that was a consolation if any. But the fact was he had to be asleep.

Having the most amusing time, whilst you were asleep. Surely there was something wrong in their somewhere. But Alphanse felt presently much too lazy, to conduct any feckless psycho-social experimentation and research. He may have been a genius, but he wasn't a nerd...there was a thick chord of stereotype linking those two nouns. Alphanse always rather enjoyed disproving that fact, for himself.

Perfect example, a nerd would die before he missed classes. Yet here was Alphanse missing one of his own, he sat on a branch of one of the larger trees in the Inner Courtyard. He liked being drawn off the ground, it created the illusion of being separate from the world. On the branch, he had a book bound in dark-read letter lying open on his lap. It was entitled The Prince by Machiavelli, possibly one of the most difficult books in the world...not to mention it was in its original Italian. Though in contrast to his advanced selection, Alphanse was wearing, a powder-blue collared shirt, some twill shorts, and white loafers...hardly the attire associated with a nerd. Alphanse was truly a living paradox.

he sat there, quietly going through Machiavelli's words...when suddenly a disturbance to his east caught his attention. His gaze, wondered from the yellow pages of the near-ancient manuscript towards the red-headed boy who was dancing his heart away. Alphanse raised an eyebrow, and a disgusted expression came upon his face.

Strangely enough, he couldn't keep his eyes away from the jiggling idiot below. It was almost comparable to how people looked for lightning during storms. They knew it was bad and dangerous, but they could never seem to help themselves. the dancing boy finally stopped...looking quite confused, and Alphanse couldn't help but just be plain rude. He had always been rude...and he had never cared.

[purple]"If you're going to do that again, might I suggest that you stay well away from my sight"[/purple] he said with an air of magnitudal superiority. It could very well have provoked the other boy, or hurt his feelings. But as aforementioned, Alphanse didn't really give a damn.

[Freddrick Redford]

Fredrick spun around. There was a boy, dark haired, dark eyes and apparently dark hearted. "I thought privacy was something I could get around here, apparently not." This was Fredrick's idea of hoping to salvage any diginity he had left. He already didn't like the boy, the air of pride that swelled around him when he spoke. The way his eyes were calm and smooth even when he was jeering at someone. And the fact that he had insulted him. All in all the boy was quite rude.

However Fredrick was rude himself, so he knew better than to fight. Even though fredrick seemed younger, they seemed to be of the same height, though the other was obiviously more muscular compared to his own scrawny arms. He pulled out the rose he had be so crudely stabbed by.

He imagined the boy speaking to him being the rose, and he slowly pulled off the cream petal. And this is his voice, his head, his additue, his diginity, his pride. Petal by petal fell to the ground as Freddrick stared at the boy. Yup, this was a jerk for sure.

[Alphanse von Sin II]

Alphanse snapped his book closed, then grabbed unto the side of the branch. In one smooth motion, he swung down, tucking the hard-bound volume into the crook of his arm. It was a relatively high-enough jump, a good seven or so feet from ground level. But still humanly possible to leap. He let his knees bend to absorb the weight, and once he was steady enough, he pulled himself up to his full height.

One hand, buried itself into his pocket, while the other curled towards his chest, so that he could effectively straddle the book. He looked at the other boy, sure enough analyzing him from top to bottom. His rare purple eyes, surveyed Fredrick, like the younger boy was some strange single-cellular organism under a microscope. One could practically see the gears to Alphanse' mind working as he stood their silently.

After a time, Alphanse smiled. It was a strange smile, it could have even been called friendly if it wasn't for his eyes that remained just as they were. [purple]"Privacy...how ironic it is, that it was the exact thing i had come here for."[/purple] He fished out his hand from his pocket, before he ran his fingers through his hair in a flippant manner. His hair ran smoothly by his prodding, smooth just like the rest of him. When he was finished, he placed his hand back into his pocket, and one could have sworn it rung like a sword being sheathed.

[purple]"So, we were both after the same thing...yet both of us being here, cannot give us what we desire...I'm open to suggestions. Actually no, but i am curious as to what you think we should do."[/purple] if only to disappoint, but Alphanse didn't need to mention that fact right then, and neither could this boy read minds. What did it matter? Alphanse was handsome, he was rich, he was loved...the opinions of some dancing fool, mattered little outside of his own beleaguering interest.

[Freddrick Redford]

Fredrick kept his cool on the outside, but on the inside, his temper was flairing like his hair. "Well. If you wanted privacy, and I wanted privacy, and I was here first, and if someone has to leave so someone else can have privacy, I wonder who should leave?" He tilted his head and put a look of mock distress on her face. "What are we to do?" He crossed his legs on the bench and yanked a rose petal, the final one on the ground.

Of course he didn't see the thorn still there, and he didn't see the fact that there were no more petals, he immediantly placed his finger there, the thorn stabbing him again. He thanked his masculinity for not crying out or crying, but the flush of pain brought color to his cheeks. He dipped the thorn back into the hole and drew a picture of the boy in front of him on the bench.

"Red is defintly not your color good sir," he said, "But it fits me quite well." He dipped again and then drew a picture of himself, giving the boy bunny ears. "After all my hair agrees with me." He said, pushing up his hair like a girl.

[Alphanse von Sin II]

The boy let not his face betray any of the feelings he kept cooped up inside his chest. Alphanse had to admit, the boy was doing it quite well, any other person of meager of average intelligence wouldn't have dragged on a single thing. But Alphanse was no person of meager or average intelligence, the slightest twitches, the off-edge of the corners of the boys mouth, seemed like wails of pure fury to him.

His eyes squinted a little, as his smile widened into something more spiteful and condescending. It amused him that with only a few parted words, he had already gotten to this boy. It had to be magical, this talent of his. No doubt about it.

"Well. If you wanted privacy, and I wanted privacy, and I was here first, and if someone has to leave so someone else can have privacy, I wonder who should leave? What are we to do?" Alphanse closed his eyes and let out a slight chuckle, at the other boy's theatrics. Alphanse felt like he was watching a Broadway production of Fyodor Dostoevsky, novel The Idiot. And here was Prince Myshkin fleshed out before him. This boy seemed to think that he had taken territory of this place, by reason of chronology.

Well, if that was one thing. Alphanse could confidently say that he in fact had rights to this place. He had sat upon that branch, and watched as this boy made his rather ridiculous and planticide entrance. But Alphanse was above that, he knew well enough that just because you were the first one in something, it was not necessarily yours. History was proof enough of that, the Aztec civilization were first in the New World, but they were massacred and usurped, the Chinese had the same experience with the Koryos, the Filipino's under the Spanish, then the Japanese, Then the Americans...the list went on, and all could prove Alphanse' point.

He chose not to speak, there was something more humorous about keeping other people ignorant. It gave the sense of situational irony as with books. The reader knew what would happen, while the characters themselves were completely oblivious.

"Red is definitely not your color good sir, But it fits me quite well. After all my hair agrees with me." The boy's voice finally, made Alphanse open his eyes. He looked upon the sight in front of him. The boy was drawing using a thorn-quill and his blood as ink. How morbid and unsanitary, and it set a curve at the corner of Alphanse' mouth. He wanted to place his hand over his nose and mouth, but stayed his hand instead.

[purple]"You seem to be suffering under the delusion that I care about what you- or your hair- agrees to."[/purple] He let his eyes drop down on the illustration and actually looked at it for the first time...bunny ears, seriously. Probably had something to do with his Dream Form, only if this boy knew that one of Alphanse' dream forms was battle-clad warrior who rode on a fire-breathing horse the color of newly shed blood.

[purple]"So, will you leave then?"[/purple] asked Alphanse, tilting his head up slightly, so he could create the illusion of looking down upon the other boy. [purple]"Or do i have to make you?"[/purple]

(OCC: Sorry i made my character such an asshole)

[Freddrick Redford]

Fredrick began to smile. And laugh. And laugh. The fact was that he was so angry, he was almost going crazy. "My good sir, until I find a good reason to leave, I'll be staying." His eyes blazed under his smile, his white teeth shining, his cut still bleeding. He yanked another flower and began the unworthy decapitations again.

"I wish that you were a flower, and your dream form probably is, since you are such a pretty boy. Then I would pluck you and decapitate you the way I decapitate these flowers. However since I can't in real life, I shall wait." He yanked his hair. "And this, my friend, is the picture of beauty thank you very much."


(ooc: I like him. I would love to see him and Victory go down in a fight.)