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Post by Jacklyn Färder on Jul 27, 2009 1:59:36 GMT
For Your Consideration .The men up there don't like a lot of blabber Pawns: Jacklyn Färder, Aries Sumpters, & Blake Andrews .They think a girl who gossips is a bore Status: Concluded .Yes, up there the men prefer for ladies not to say a word Current Count: 3,109 .And, after all, Dear, what is idle prattle for? Time: Present .Poor unfortunate souls; go 'head, make your choice Style: Long straight, Mid-length straight, & Short combed back .I'm a very busy person and I haven't got all day, .It won't cost much--just your voice.
Her first day had been nothing special, just the same as you would expect from any boarding school. She had been given a tour of the school grounds and given the standard lecture about the rules. Honestly, she was rather disappointed... With all the rumors about the dream world to which this place was suppose to be attached, she was half expecting the teachers to be in weird cult like robes or something. All of that aside, though, it was finally time for lunch and Jacklyn was more then happy to find a quiet place to have her meal. However, as always, when establishing herself in a new place, Jacklyn still had one last introduction to make. The door to the dinning hall shut slowly behind her as she entered. Her eyes began to slowly sweep over the room searching for an appropriate target. Honestly, Jacklyn hated this part of her regular routine, but it was necessary for her to not go crazy being surrounded by people all the time. Then, her gaze settled on the perfect victim. There, alone at a table to the far right of the room sat a small boy, he was a very aesthetically pleasing creature, long white hair and large purple eyes were very rare. Jacklyn had never actually seen a albino in person and there was something else about this boy, something that would make him an even more of a perfect target. Jacklyn crossed the room slowly and gracefully, allowing everyone she passed the chance to notice the new girl in their midst. Jacklyn moved more like a force of nature then a person, not stopping for anything or one. As she finally reached her destination, she looked down her eyes. She scanned every feature of the beautiful boy sitting in front of her, Yes, he would be a fine target. Slowly, a small but ever so condescending smile spread over her lips. Pausing only a moment before her hand gripped the edge of his food tray--and with out a single word--she flipped it. All of the boys food was sent spilling towards his lap.
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Post by Aries Neo Calisto Sumpters on Jul 27, 2009 2:31:04 GMT
He had thought he had entered school late in, but that seemed to have been a mishap. Summer school's trimester, that was all he had been missing. Still, people knew other people here, and everyone had created bonds and this left Aries feeling well out of place. He was decorated in bruises underneath the sweater from running into things, tripping down stairs, and catching himself in doors in his rush. This morning had gone over much better with the Art teacher--Lawrence had agreed to see him after school sometime to show him the art room while the poor boy wasn't hyperventilating. He was tapping away at his mashed potatoes, stirring the hot gravy into the swirling mass and wondering if this would be the consistency of all the meals at Somnium.
I'm spoiled. Mom always made really good food. Aries scolded himself and poked a hot carrot with his fork and lifted it to his lips, but the smell even then made him nauseous. Defeated, he set the fork back down and observed the room. People seemed to be getting to know one another, and Aries was starting to get the feeling that.. people came and went from this school often. Those people who kept close to one another were the ones who had stuck it out--been here for a long time... Aries' first experience of the dream world last night had left the boy frightened and lonely.
Why on earth am I some stupid horse? Who is gonna love a horse...? He sighed. One of his teachers had explained to him that the dream form was fluid, and that it reflected what was inside of oneself, but how did a horse--even one with a pretty mane and tail and silver horn--describe him? He disliked it--somehow he had thought that the dream world would be better than this one, but it had been lonely, and he had been an animal. How does an animal make friends and connections?
His bright electric eyes stared past her at first. Jacklyn strolled through his vision like a ghost, her powerful presence lost in his thoughtful stargazing. He didn't realize she was even there until she was standing right beside him, and even then, it took him a moment to register her and too long to simply gaze at the hand holding the edge of his tray to really comprehensively react. Steaming hot stew and potatoes fell down his shirt, sheering his skin and melding with his clothes. Like the mud yesterday, it was ignoring the shield of his clothes and going right through them, turning them into a weapon against him as he stood up quickly and squealed, trying to brush himself off and consequently knocking the chair back against someone else, nearly dethroning them of their own feet.
"Ow! Ow ow ow!" Aries glanced up, but his pleading eyes seemed useless against someone who would abuse him without incentive or reason.
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Post by Jacklyn Färder on Jul 27, 2009 3:58:41 GMT
The boy's squeal was exactly the reaction Jacklyn had been looking for: the way he looked at her, his eyes pleading for a reason as to why she had done this. This was the Jacklyn everyone needed to know--a cold-hearted wretch of a human who abused others for no good reason. As her eyes slowly made their way down his body, she couldn't help but smile.
Her hand slowly reached down into the pocket of her faded blue jeans, as it withdrew the camera, Jacklyn's smile grew--that small mischievous smile that all her victims grew to hate with a passion.
Quickly and gracefully, Jacklyn brought the camera up, taking a step back to capture all of this pretty albino boy's pitiful appearance in the view of her camera.
"Smile for the camera, Faggot." without even giving the poor boy a chance to react, Jacklyn snapped the picture.
She lowered the camera, looking at the picture with almost a sadistic glee. "Thank you... This will go great in my collection." Her gaze moved back up to her victim. She looked him over one more time, searching for some sign to see If he was going to react or say something.
Her attention then turned to the rest of the room, hoping that all eyes were on her... so that everyone would know that she was not someone to make friends with.
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Post by Blake Andrews on Jul 27, 2009 4:46:56 GMT
Unforgivable.[/b] Blake felt the anger hit his caramel eyes like a boxer's punch. He couldn't help but feel his lips move in to a snarl. Such cruelty was beyond forgiving... How could someone just do that to another person? It had been at the table directly behind Blake, and if he had time to consider the situation, he would have waited for the bully to go away, comforted the kid, and then persued action with a proper authority figure.
If he had time, that is to say, before his instincts kicked in. He felt the raw adrenaline flooding his system. He stood swiftly, grabbed the idiot's shoulder, felt the cloth beneath his grip, applied pressure... He made sure to let this kid know, without hurting her, that he meant business, and had no bones about doing what had to be done.
The fact that she was a girl hit him, surprised him, and then let it pass for future consideration. Weakness would cripple him and the victim. "You show such an act of cowardice in front of me again, and so help me, your mother'll cry come picture day. Now you're going to hand me that camera, and you're going to apologize, you... Little... Shit." He spat out the last words like blood and a missing tooth in a fight.
He hoped, he prayed a teacher was watching any of this... That someone would step in on this mess, but he certainly didn't expect it. A child of a Major in the Army learns to take care of himself... And Blake taught himself how to help others.
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Post by Aries Neo Calisto Sumpters on Jul 27, 2009 5:05:33 GMT
Faggot.
The word rung in his head, like a gong. What does that word mean? For a brief moment, Aries searched some embankment of information as he filed through all his knowledge until he stopped on that word: fag⋅ot /ˈfægət/ –noun a bundle of sticks, twigs, or branches bound together and used as fuel, a fascine, a torch, etc. He tried to put two and two together. What did it have to do with him. He stared at the camera as it flashed into his eyes, dilating the pupils and causing him to blink, but he didn't move. His body was shaking under the pressure as he continued to try and place the insult alongside others he had heard, but finally, he got the meaning behind it, a contemptuous term for a male homosexual.
Ho.. How do you... Aries reeled, thinking the insult had to have some intelligence behind the insult. Aries couldn't think for that minute. He just stood there in broiling soup and mashed potatoes before another voice came out from behind the girl in front of him.
The boy was lovely, tall, engulfing both himself and the bully in his shadow. His hair was brushing against his face and Aries found himself staring for just a brief moment before turning those purple eyes away in shame for his infidelity. "..." The tension started to grow, but Aries was stuck without being able to run far away. There was nowhere to hide.
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Post by Jacklyn Färder on Jul 27, 2009 6:35:17 GMT
Jacklyn's mood and attention shifted. Here she was, trying to send a message for everyone to just leave her the hell alone and now some pretty boy with a messiah complex was about to ruin it. As she brushed the hand off her shoulder and turned to confront the would-be hero, the first thing she noticed was that he was very tall. Great, just my luck... I had to pick the kid in front of the closet case. Not that she had any proof that this guy was, in fact, gay, it was--for some reason--just the feeling Jacklyn got from him.
"Okay, look. I really don't think that you want to do this, so why don't you just walk away and save your pretty little face." With that, Jacklyn turned on her heels and walked over to the pretty little Albino boy, leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"You and I are going to become very good friends... Got it, Fairy?" The cruelty of her words would be enough to make most people shudder. Slowly, she stood back to her full height, looked over her shoulder at the tall young man who was looming ominously over her and the little faggot, and took a hard stance against him.
"You should learn to stay out of other people's business. Do you understand, you little shit?" With that said, Jacklyn began to walk away, sliding the camera back into her back pocket with the hopes that the little preppy wouldn't be ballsy enough to grab her ass in order to get at the camera there.
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Post by Blake Andrews on Jul 27, 2009 7:06:34 GMT
Blake's logic finally caught up with his anger, and after a brief growl, he let the girl walk away. His thinking was that a few harmless pictures are better than an all out brawl in the middle of the cafeteria. If it became important, Blake could always go for them later. His hand remembered the feeling of the cloth in his hand, the curve of her shoulder, the skin beneath. He found himself interested in spite of himself.
He glanced after her retreating form and sighed in spite of himself. She was incredibly beautiful, but why was she so cruel? The icing on the cake was just how innocent and, well, soft the boy appeared to be.
A small part of him kind of hoped Yuna hadn't seen all this mess... He didn't want anyone who knew him to think of him as violent or cruel. Blake wasn't; he simply could not stand to see an innocent being hurt. He felt his inner stress level slowly rising as he worked to supress his fury. Turning to the small boy before him, he smiled. "I'm sorry for all that, kid. I didn't mean to make a scene... I just can't stand people like that." He grabbed a nearby cloth to hand to the boy, and sat down, offering it. "The name's Blake. What's yours?"
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Post by Aries Neo Calisto Sumpters on Jul 27, 2009 8:58:52 GMT
Aries watched the boy stare after her as she walked away. He was terrified of the girl, to a level he hadn't really experienced thus far. Even Victory hadn't impressed such an aura of utter power into him. Aries would never forget Jacklyn. He'd also never walk near Jacklyn. He also would avoid smelling, seeing, hearing, or even sensing the presence of Jacklyn.
He didn't want to learn Jacklyn's name.
When Blake turned back to him, apologizing and handing him something to clean up with, Aries found himself staring at those caramel eyes. He had something of a past reflecting inside of them--some conviction of guilt that was easy to see. Aries pulled his sweater off slowly, peeling it from his still-bruised arms. It didn't look good, but he needed to change clothes anyway. Beneath was a still-damp purple shirt, something a girl would certainly find attractive. He didn't seem to put two and two together, though, and was still concerned over the fact that Jacklyn might have figured out he had some crush on Lawrence. Though he wracked his mind, he couldn't figure out where they might have seen each other before or how she might have acquired that intelligence..
"Oh. No. Thanks." Aries muttered softly as he wiped down his pants, trying to remove the mashed potatoes from the crotch very carefully and sighing unhappily, "It's not like I was gonna argue with you rescuing me. I was obviously ..... pathetic." The world was barely audible, but very pointed. Aries glanced to the side with those electric purple eyes and sighed unpleasantly, then rushed his fingers through his ash white hair and nodded off his depression very matter-of-factly, "My name...? It's Aries."
Surrounding himself with beautiful men was temptation, and for a moment, Aries wanted to shorten this friendship by forever. But, looking at Blake, and then looking up at the receding Jacklyn, Aries realized that the bit of insecurity about feeling like he was going to be sexually turned on by Blake's breath coming too close to him seemed a stupid concern. He was going to have to learn to be social and eliminate his flaws.. or, at least, resist them.
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Post by Jacklyn Färder on Jul 27, 2009 11:49:04 GMT
Jacklyn quickly left the little scene she had just created, wanting nothing more than to be alone in some corner eating her lunch in quiet solitude. At least, until she felt the weight of someone's eyes drilling into the back of her head. Her pace slowed to a stop. Ever so calmly, she turned to see who was burning holes into her. The scene that greeted her was not what she expected to see. Instead of the tall preppy looking boy staring at her longingly, she instead saw the image of the tall one trying to help out the small albino boy. Had she missed it or was it her imagination? Either way, the image of the two of them was absolutely too... "Cute" was the word most people would use, but that wasn't what Jacklyn thought, at least not consciously. Before she even realized what she was doing, her hand slid into her back pocket and withdrew the camera. Not knowing what she had drawn it out for anyway, Jacklyn quickly switched off the flash then raised the camera and snapped the picture. She wasn't quite sure why she did it, but it was already done. Perhaps she would use it for an art project or something. Whatever had possessed her to do it was a passing fancy. Again, Jacklyn turned off to find her secluded space. Still, Jacklyn thought she might have found something she was intent on doing. That beautiful Alabaster boy was going to be her new project--someone she would make strong. Most people would call how she intended to do so "torture" instead of help, but those people were naive. Jacklyn finally found a nice place to have her lunch. As she ate, she pondered the best way to keep tabs on the timid little boy. Oh, dear, she might actually have to be social at least long enough to know where to look to keep her eye on him. poor unfortunate souls, in pain, in need, This one longing to be thinner, This one wants to get the girl and do I help them, yes, indeed.
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Post by Blake Andrews on Jul 31, 2009 19:51:56 GMT
Aries. God of war in ancient Greek mythology. THAT is an unfortunate coincidence. "Oh don't worry about it. You weren't pathetic... She didn't even give you time to react." Nothing angered Blake more than this woman taking a picture to preserve the moment. He thought he could hear an echo of the shutter haunting him, but he was sure it was his imagination. He shook off the thought.
"Listen, I need to head off to the library. You gonna be okay, Aries?" he said, looking directly at the boy. When Blake looked at Aries, he saw innocence. The fact that this boy would take responsibility for that little scene himself only inspired more ire in Blake. He couldn't bring himself to dislike the kid though. He just prayed he could intercede on his behalf faster next time.
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Post by Aries Neo Calisto Sumpters on Aug 7, 2009 13:02:18 GMT
"Oh. Yes."
Aries muttered the words in a trance. The whole encounter had happened so quickly that he had little to say aside from that. Before he was truly aware what had been going on, Blake had left the scene, and Aries was standing in the middle of the cafeteria looking like a dirty mop. Those electric eyes stared upward toward the time and gauged the chances of him making it back to his dorms and back to the class before the bell rang, and he frowned at how slim it was.
But, nonetheless, saving himself from further humiliation seemed to take priority.
He glanced up at the back of the head of the girl sitting alone at a table far off, and was curious again why she'd do such a thing. People were cruel--that was all there was to it, he supposed, but he wanted to believe...
Well, now wasn't the time.
He'd be going hungry today in favor of not smelling like a dumpster banquet.
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