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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 11:07 pm
 ∟xx♥xxxx Lance Albatross xxxƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒxx》》
"Come on, Sarah, get up. It's time for school," Lance's soft voice called as he gently shook his younger sister awake. "You, too, Andy. Time for school," he added, reaching over to the bed that was a few feet away from Sarah's to shake awake her twin Andrea. "Come on, girls. Darren, get up, please!" he called to his older brother by two years that was in bed in the next room. He had to get up for his college classes. He successfully got the girls up, washed and dressed before jogging into his brother's room and jumping on him, snuggling down in bed with him. "Come oooon, Darren. Get your butt uuuuuup!" he laughed, rolling him off of the bed. He peered over the edge of the bed, only to squeal when the older boy tackled him backwards so they were wrestling on the bed. They ended up laughing and Lance getting a noogie before they broke apart and got off the bed together. "Get dressed, ya big dummy. You should be getting me up for school, not the other way around." He stuck his tongue out at him and ran out of the room to his own. He pulled on some black skinny jeans that zipped all the way up the sides, unzipping them about six inches up. He then slid some ankle socks on and his white vans that had been drawn all over by himself and his friends. He pulled on a plain grey V-neck tee and put his rosary in honour of his mother on and ae ruby class ring in honour of his father on his right middle finger. He brushed out his hair and then disheveled it so it looked natural before putting the spiral plugs in his gages. He grabbed his messenger bag, his cellphone, his small digital camera, his iPod and his black jacket that was extremely furry on the inside before rushing downstairs. He dropped all of his things into the armchair in the small livingroom and walked into the kitchen where his brother was scrambling raw eggs in a bowl. "Thanks, Darren. Now get to your classes," he told him with a smile, taking over the kitchen. He leaned up to kiss his cheek then Darren leaned down to kiss the top of his head before doing the same to the twins that were sitting up at the counter and leaving. Lance quickly scrambled the eggs and melted cheese on top of two piles of them. He then scooped each pile onto two pieces of wheat bread and wrapped them in two napkins, dropping them into two paper bags with two juice boxes. Then he packed them each a peanut butter and jelly lunch with baby carrots in one and celery in the other, each with peanut butter and a bottle of water in actual lunch boxes. "Here. Now go catch the bus or you're gonna be in big trouble, missies." He helped them gather their things then smiled as they ran down to the busstops. They were in third grade. They were getting so big... He took a deep breath of sudden calmness and walked back inside to clean up. He had it clean in ten minutes and fried a few pieces of bacon for himself, making a bacon, eggs and cheese sandwich and wrapping it in a paper towel. He shoved it in a plastic bag and put it in his messenger bag. He then put all of his electronics in his bag and pulled on his jacket then threw his bag over his shoulder. "Alright! Time for school!" he cheered to himself happily. He walked outside and hopped on his motorcycle that his father left him and pulled the helmet on--after locking the front door, of course. He pulled on his helmet then revved the engine before taking off down the road to his school.  ❧xxxxxx【xx✿xxJin Gai】xx●xxxxxx
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ Jin groaned as he rolled around in bed, rolling into something warm...and naked. An immediate devious grin snaked onto his lips. He cracked his eyes open and slid an arm around the nude waist, pulling the other male close. "Mm, good morning, sexy," he purred, nuzzling into his neck. "Weee need to get ready for school, sir. Well, I do. You can stay in bed, just be gone before mommy dearest gets home or we'll both be in big, big trouble." He winked at the teen laying beside him then stood from the bed butt naked and went to take a quick shower. When he was done, he got out and pulled on some checkered skinny jeans, a tight screen-printed shirt of his own design, a few wristbands and some yellow vans to match his shirt. He slid a purple belt through the loops and combed out his hair before drying it and combing it again. He then unloaded about a quarter of a can of hair spray in it after straightening it. he made it perfect and grabbed his black coat and messenger bag. He blew a kiss to his over-the-night buddy and winked one last time before rushing out the door to his silver porche. He put his purple-rimmed sunglasses on and pulled out of his driveway, speeding down the road with music blasting from the speakers.
"Lance-y!" he sang as he ran up to the darker teen. He practically tackled him to the ground when he pounced, both of them ending up laughing. "What's your schedule like, friend?" Lance asked him, pulling out his own. The school they had paid to get in to was an art school. It was a huge, wonderful place. Every wall was colourful. The lockers were spray-painted or collaged to show the current owner's personality. The three buildings were separated into different categories. It was just...awesome.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 4:03 pm
It was the loneliness creeping back to him that he realized he had to get up today and go to class. It was his first day of college. If anything, he could go just to see a face or two. He had been here a week and only left the apartment twice, once to get food and another to register for classes. He had no one to meet or see... He knew no one here. His family back home cared for him, but they just didn't know how to connect with him, so they hadn't called or anything. They had help him find him an apartment that was furnished already so that he didn't have to get a bed or anything like that. It wasn't something super fancy. It had one-bedroom, a living room, and a kitchen area. In the kitchen there wasn't a table, but there was an island with stools for him to sit at. In living room there was a t.v. and couch, but the coffee table looked like it could barely support twenty pounds. There was a small patio about the size of a closet with a metal table and two chairs squeezed onto it, and that would be nice if it wasn't so hot outside. Besides the loneliness, the weather was unbearably hot. Back in Maine it was cold all the time, he had grown up just being use to wearing a thick jacket all the time just about. Even during the summer, rarely did it ever get up above fifty-five degrees. It was near the end of summer now, but somehow the place was over seventy degrees!
He thought about the need to go shopping for new clothes as he dug through the unpacked clothing boxes. He couldn't really wear anything he had in his wardrobe without risking the possibility of a heatstroke. After much debate and a check of the time, Hanson finally decided upon a half-sleeve NevershoutNever! t-shirt. It would still be unbearably hot seeing as the sleeves that when down to his elbows were black, but it would have to do. He finally caved into wearing some white skinny jeans he owned when he realized battling with himself over what jeans would be the less heat conversing was a stupid fight. After a plentiful coating of deodorant, Hanson decided he was ready as he would ever be. He grabbed his bookbag and headed out of the apartment. His backpack was actually the same bag his mother bought him for riding horses. It looked like an old-fashion multiple-pouch saddle back but it had a messenger bag strap. Hanson could never really understand his attraction to it, but it was about two-years old and still looked brand new from were he took such good care of it.
As he stepped out of his air-conditioned apartment, the heatwave hit him. His body cringed with distaste. At least it was a short walk to the college. Hopefully by the time he got there, he wouldn't look like a melted Popsicle... He already could feel sweat building on his forehead. As he saw the school, he opened up the bag that was around him and pulled out his schedule. His first class was English Comp. I in building A and then he had an Art History class in the same building after that. Then after a break for lunch, he had all his performing art classes. Classical Piano, Interpretive Dance, and Theatre. Tomorrow he would have different classes, but Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were going to be his favorite because of theatre. The only thing fun he had on Tuesdays and Thursdays was Photography. Photography had been something that Hanson enjoyed, but he didn't have the passion like he did in theatre. He would perform in any play he could in the tri-county area, just because it was an escape from his life.
Hanson had barely even stepped two times into one of the buildings before an announcement came on the intercom. "Hello students! Welcome to Fine Art Institute of California! It begins me great enjoy to start back for a new school year and I hope everyone is just as excited to be here. As a reminder, the office will have a help desk set up for the rest of the week to help students find classes, locate lockers or fix schedules. Enjoy your first day of classes," The intercom rang out through the halls of the building. Hanson peered up as it spoke. "Oh yeah, I forgot about my locker." he whispered in his petite voice. He had a thunderous voice on stage, but off he liked to use a voice that suited his more feminist looks. He never claimed to appear manly offstage, but once someone saw him perform as a man they often questioned why he chose to act so girly. He's reply was always the same. 'Because I am conversing all my energy for my performances.'
As he moved down the hallway towards were he had found his locker the other day, he noticed a small black hair teen like himself and a taller dirty blonde conversing by his locker. As he drew closer, he noticed the door... The words freshman were smeared in red paint across the otherwise blank locker.. Suddenly he questioned were he should approach the locker anymore and just go to English without the book he stored in it the other day. He knew the moment he unlocked the storage facility, it would be notably classified his , and therein he would be labeling himself as the freshman that owned it... He has just got away from his abusive brothers, he wasn't sure if he was ready to sacrifice his newly bruise-free body up to the upperclassmen. Now he was sure he should have just stayed in bed today.  Aaron vaguely stirred as felt someone move around him. Arms around his waist, whispers at his neck. Yup... he was in bed with someone... that he didn't have the slightly clue as to who he was. The voice sounded familiar, and when the light chocolate haired boy opened his eyes to look over at him. He seemed familiar... but as for a name he was getting absolutely nothing. He tried to think back on the night before... there was drinking.... smoking.... maybe a bit of drugs....It was at that point he realized that he could have gone to the moon and back and had no idea what happen to him. He did realize though he was in someone's else bed... hopefully it belonged to the guy who he woke up next to. This wasn't the first time this happened, but he always wanted to tell himself. 'Okay Aaron, you have gone too far, that's enough of that tom-foolery.' He knew very well that his life was heading down hill, but it was just so tempting to go party when someone invited him... Maybe he use get all new friends... that would probably be harder than just ignoring all the texts from the friends he had now.
As the other got up and moved to the door that Aaron assumed was the bathroom, the brunette sat up. He had school today... The clock next to the bed glowed the numbers 7:30, so he had time.... unless he was completely across town, something else that had happened to him before. He started an agenda for the short time. One, get out of bed and locate car.... scratch that. Find clothes. Okay two, find exit out of house preferable where his car was... if it was even here. Aaron let out a sigh of relief as he walked outside and his car was parked in the driveway, crookedly parked, but still parked. After climbing in, he started the car. He panicked for a moment, because he couldn't find his car keys until he realized that he left them in the console of the car. At least this guy lived in a good enough neighborhood that Aaron could leave his 2012 Ford Focus hatchback unlocked with the keys inside and no one steal it. His little focus was a sleek black, and comfortably fit at max. five people, but it fit his life style perfectly well. Although more than often, he cramped at least seven people in the small thing.
It got good gas mileage, too. So on mornings like this he didn't have to worry about how although he just filled up his tank, it was empty across town now. As he pulled out of the driveway to start back home... whichever direction that was.... He found himself examining all the street signs hoping for familiarity. His fears about being across town were thankfully wrong and he was about fifteen minutes off from his apartment. His apartment was right down the road from the school, and that came in handy for when he was running late for sure. He was also glad that his morning ritual didn't take that long. Shower, teeth, hair, new clothes. It all in all took about thirty minutes before he was back down stairs heading for school. All the classes in the mornings normally started at 9 o'clock, so the short drive the rest of the way to school was no scratch on the twenty minutes he had left before class started. Parking was a whole another matter. Also one of the benefits of own the tiny car he did, he could fit in parking places most wouldn't even dare.
As he reached his locker to get his books for the rest of the day he noticed to talk beside him... He paused. Oh no... Aaron quickly scattered to open the metal door for cover. The guy that he slept was last night was here.. at his school! HIS FINE ARTS SCHOOL! Not only that their lockers were right down from each other. He was so royally screwed. Aaron always enjoyed the fact that he got into such a high class school. It meant that when he accidentally got a little too drunk, and wound up sleeping with a random strange, there was a good chance they didn't go to his college. Now it seemed his escape rope had come up short... He would have to see this guy over and over probably for the rest of the semester.... The only thing that would have possibly made it was if the guy started talking to him wanting to go out on other dates. Something that with Aaron was always a big no. He didn't see one-night stands more than once. He just didn't. For one big reason, the standard bar was always immediately set too high. Aaron would have to be suddenly comfort with having sex with the person all the time even if they had literally just met.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 1:14 pm
∟xx♥xxxx Lance Albatross xxxƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒxx》》
Lance stood and compared schedules with his best friend as they walked down the hallway to find their lockers. "Looks like we only have one class together, Jinny," he told him, a bit disappointed. He chuckled in delight as Jin began pouting about the playful nickname, claiming that he was not female, and he'd drop his pants to prove it right then if Lance wanted. "No! No, no! Pants stay on, Jin!" he laughed, shielding his eyes from his bright friend.
He turned to see the line of lockers beside him, "SOPHOMORES" in bright red spray paint across them. He smiled. "Ready to decorate your locker later, Jin? We can do it on our break period. We have the same one right after our shared class," he suggested happily as he found his number and opened it up to admire the empty space. Oh, yes. He had big plans for this. He noted that the locker right beside his was already open, the occupant apparently trying to hide from the world behind it. Then he realized that Jin was still blabbing away, just standing beside him. "Jin, shush and go find your locker, ya talkative dork. These are the sophomore lockers, so we should have already passed yours. Go find the one's marked with 'FRESHMEN.'" His friend pouted and walked away, searching.
Lance took the opportunity to peer around the metal door of the other male beside him. "Um, hi. My name's Lance. I'm apparently occupying the locker right beside you this semester, so I figured I'd introduce myself." He smiled in a friendly way at him. Then he heard Jin yell at him happily from the other side of the hall and a little ways down. He rolled his eyes to himself. "Sorry. Excuse me while I go take care of my dork of a best friend," he said politely and shoved everything but the two books he would need for classes, a notebook, a pencil, a pen, and his camera in his locker. He shoved everything he would need in his bag and adjusted his camera around his neck. Then he shut his locker and hurried down the hall to Jin. ❧xxxxxx【xx✿xxJin Gai】xx●xxxxxx
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ Jin pouted as he was sent away. Gee, what a considerate friend Lance was being. He stalked away and looked around, finding his locker on the other side of the hallway almost to the end. He squealed in glee and opened the small metal door containing part of the "F". "Oh, you will be so colourful when I get doen with you later!" he told the empty space happily as he began putting his things in it.
When he shut it, he yelled to Lance that he finally found it when he noticed the young-looking male standing in front of a closed locker just a few ones down from him. He tilted his head a bit, watching the dark-haired male stare at the door as though he was in deep thought. He cautiously stepped over to him and looked over at the door as well. "Um...is something wrong with your locker?" he asked slowly, turning his gaze over to the male's face.
At first glance, he seemed like he could be easily mistaken as a girl. His features were soft and subtle, and he held a very sincere-looking expression on his face. Upon closer inspection, though, he could see the slight point of his jaw-line and nose. His shoulders seemed only a bit too broad to be female, as well. He was, all-in-all, a very beautiful individual. From the bright-blue of his eyes to the way his bangs curved across his forehead. He seemed to be a very graceful being. It drew Jin in, making him want to know even just a little more about him. He just gave off an almost-ethereal aura, entrancing the red-haired male.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 11:06 pm
As his eyes stared at the harsh red pain over his gray, metal locker, Hanson really wished that this was just another theater performance. If he could just rehearse his life beforehand, he could handle anything he came against. He could be fearless like on stage. Of course, as if it wasn't bad enough, his moment of thought to collect his composure was shattered by another person. They had already found him. Hanson didn't have any more time to mentally prepare for his beating. They already found him.
The black haired boy turned quickly to the other. He didn't look like the kind of person that would be beat someone up, but Hanson guessed that you really couldn't judge a book by its cover at this school. You had to be madly talented at something to get in and at least mildly good at two other things, so he assumed that you got the perfect, super-talented, evil beings with parents that had money to spare.
"L-Locker? Umm.. N-nope. I-I can't even find my l-locker." He spoke up weakly trying his best to hide his stutter as he slowly backed away from the other. He probably would have been better to just take whatever imaginary beating he was going to get form the blonde/redhead seeing as he backed right into a stone wall of a person.
"Watch where you are walking freshmen." The stone wall harshly snapped as he shoved Hanson's small frame, face first, into the lockers marked with the red 'freshman' paint.
"My bad..." Hanson mumbled still trying to maintain some kind of dignity tried to play off the fact that he whimpered like a dying animal when he hit the lockers and fell onto the floor. Though seeing as the fates really seemed to hate Hanson today, he happened to hit the letter 'E' of the 'FRESHMEN' graffiti just right so that the bright, red paint imprinted the letter 'L' onto his face. The assault on the small black-haired male must of caused enough commotion to attract attention seeing as everyone seemed to take note of Hanson now on the ground. Most of the spectators found it quite hilarious that Hanson had managed to accidentally mark himself with the red paint. Hanson honestly just wanted to die… This school wasn't any different than his old school where the jocks and his brothers tortured him. Aaron peeked out from behind the metal to see someone that wasn't the person he hooked up with talking to him. He was so focused on the other guy, he completely forgot about the fact that there were two guys standing there. This guy didn't look anything like the other one that he slept with. He had dark, puffy black hair and huge eyes. Honestly the kid was adorable. The fact that he was this tiny and in college just added to his cute-ness factor. He even had gages, so Aaron could say that he couldn't be too innocent. Cuteness could only stretch so far before you were just sickeningly too innocent. Aaron didn't want to do anything to ruin a person's innocent. He couldn't curse someone like he was cursed. It just wasn't right.
"Aaron Cartyr." Aaron stated back simply offering his hand to the small male. He opened his mouth to say something else as he appeared from behind the metal, but the yelling from across the hall stopped him. The brunette looked over to see the guy he slept with again. He stared in shock over at him looking him right in the eyes... Yup, so much for not being spotted. He had already closed his locker so his hiding spot was gone. Aaron looked back to Lance as he said that he had to go take care of his 'best friend'. Well, hell. He had just introduced himself to this guy's best friend! Now it looked like he wanted a relationship, but was too scared to actually ask the guy in person. He couldn't even remember the guy's name, and he was going to whine up having to date him by default!
"No, No, you go.. like you said... You just wanted to introduce yourself right. Don't let me keep you." He spoke quickly trying to think up anything so it didn't seem like he was holding on to the conversation. He just wanted to escape without seeming rude or anything like that. It wasn't this Lance guy's fault that Aaron screwed his best friend then forgot his name and now was embarrassed to see him at his school. After Aaron spoke, he quickly left for his class... It was the same direction as the problem, but he couldn't really afford to walk allll the around the school to get to class.
As he started down, Lance had started to head over to Jin... That was when what looked like a black-haired girl got shoved into the lockers. A sickening silence moved down the hallway that made everyone just stop and look at the kid... Aaron moved his hand to his lips as fast as he could to hold back his laughter at the kid. When he got shoved into the lockers, the paint had left a 'L' on his face. He didn't want to laugh, but what were the chances? That kid just didn't get dealt a good hand at all. Despite Aaron stopping himself from laughing, the rest of the hallway that could see Hanson's face seemed to burst into laughter which just attracted more attention. The poor 'girl' looked mortified at attention, no matter what the reason.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 2:18 pm
∟xx♥xxxx Lance Albatross xxxƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒxx》》
Lance quickly shoved his way through the crowd to get to Jin. He made it to him right as he bent down to help the other person up. "Are you guys okay?" he asked in a caring voice, worry written all over his face. When he heard the "brick wall" begin to retort, he whipped around. "Oh, you did this? Well, that doesn't surprise me at all," he said, a seemingly wholehearted laugh. Almost like it was a friendly bicker. Then, his expression grew fierce as he reared up to the other, moving so quickly that the guy didn't seem to know when it happened. His finger was pointed straight into his chest, jabbing into the meat. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the a**-face again? Didn't you try to cross me and my friends last year? Do you remember what happened? Just because you're a junior doesn't give you any superior rights above anyone else. You think you're stronger than everyone else? You think you even deserve to be above anyone in any way the way you act? You want me to dominate you again like last time? Like the little b***h you still are? Well, I wouldn't give you the pleasure," he hissed out, eyes narrowing.
He spun back around, eyes catching Aaron's on the turn, and smiled light-heartedly at the two. "I'm Lance," he offered kindly, holding out his hand to Hanson. "I'm a sophomore here. Not all upperclassmen are assholes, I assure you. Just a select few of them. I'm sorry all of this attention is making you feel uncomfortable. I can see it in your eyes. If you want, I can show you a quieter place you can just hang out when you're on a break, though I do encourage you to meet new people while you're here. It'll make you feel more comfortable in your own skin and around other people. Trust me. If you want, anyway. Now, did you need any help finding your classes? I don't have one for another hour." ❧xxxxxx【xx✿xxJin Gai】xx●xxxxxx
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ "Oh, well, did you need any help looking for it, then?" Jin asked happily, a bright smile on his face as he offered to the black-haired male. He seemed so nervous, and it made Jin just want to hug him and let him know he was friendly and wouldn't beat him up like he looked like he was imagining. Then an upperclassman ran smack into him...and then silence overcame the whole hall. Laughter then slowly rose around them...as did Jin's anger.
"What the ******** is your problem?" he turned on the guy that insulted the adorable little male. "Why would you do that to someone? Anyone? You're supposed to be ******** welcoming to new students and let them know how amazing this school is, not shove them into their locker like stereotypical d**k-wad jerk-bag upperclassmen. We're all talented in different ways. We respect each other if not for the person himself--then for the talent we all hold. Learn some ******** respect and be half of a decent person. Don't call him 'Freshman'--learn his ******** name. If anything, when he's famous for his artistry you can say you knew that kid in school. And when your children--if that's the way you wanna go--ask how you knew him, you'd have more to say than 'Oh, yeah, I shoved him into a locker on his first day and laughed at him because he wasn't on my level.' By the way, do you know why he's really not on your level? Because he's better than you. I just met him, and I can tell how much of a sweetheart he is. I just met you, and how the hell do you think I see you? I don't know what your story is, but you just made me really not care. This isn't high school anymore, so grow the ******** up." He gave him one more heated stare before turning around and kneeling down to help the black-haired boy.
"Are you alright?" he asked, a weak smile on his lips. He rubbed the red paint off of his face and helped him stand. "Don't worry about douche-bags like him. If you want, I'll happily be your friend. I'm a freshman, too," he offered with another one of his bright smiles, ignoring the people around them that still lingered.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 8:58 pm
His eyes didn't come into focus until Jin was right there in front of him. His breathing had kicked back into overdrive and now he was almost hyperventilating. "I-I-I..."Hanson tried to collect himself, but he was starting to cry. This was not how he had hoped today would turn out, but now more than ever he wished that he would have just stayed in bed like he wanted. As he felt the blonde-redhead helping him up, He could feel his bones shaking at their core. Why couldn't he stand up for himself when he wasn't on stage? Hanson's deep gray eyes stared up into Jin's eyes hopelessly as he felt the tears burning tears marks into cheeks. His eyes turned to the other person touching him immediately.
"W-why... Why a-are y-you guys being so n-nice..?" He asked as he tried to control his tone from being too shaky. His eyes were filled with confusion, but they snapped back to fear as he looked past the black-haired male to the "wall" coming back at them. He startled backwards into Jin not wanting to be hurt. As he watched the other coming at them, all he could think about were his brothers beating the crap out of him. What happened next though completely shocked him. This perfect stranger stood up for him. He just stood there in awe at the small male. It was amazing how much strength he had. "T-Thank yo-" Hanson when to speak back at both his saviors, but his voice caught as he watched the "wall" spin Lance around and deck him in the face. Horror was instantly on his face at the scene. Aaron stood in the background unmoving. He was never good with situations like this. He could never tell what role he should play. The strong independent non-jerk that stands up for the little guy, the great comforter that would be supportive and help the kid get back on his feet, or he would be what he always ended up as.... The impartial "innocent" bystander that does nothing. As he just helplessly stood there, he watched as the two others ran to aid that kid. Man, he must have looked like such a d-bag just standing there doing nothing. Maybe all this stemmed from the fact that Aaron was never that kid that got picked on. Yeah, he wasn't super popular, but he was average joe enough not to stand out to anyone. He had never even considered how he would defense himself from daily attacks from a ruthless bully.
As Lance started to yell at the guy, something inside him broke. He couldn't be the innocent bystander. Not today. He didn't know what he was going to do honestly. He was never got at actually making his plans into action, but hell, he was going to try. The brunette stepped towards the four with determination. Or at least with what he thought was determination. He truthfully wasn't truly determined until he saw the big guy hit Lance. Something just broke. He had never had so much fire burning inside him ever. In that instant, Aaron felt himself grow so angry that he couldn't control himself.
That, this, before Aaron knew it, his insane madman of a dark side had not only decked the man that hit Lance, he had knocked him back against the lockers. He only vaguely remembered saying something along the lines of "Lay one more finger on him and you are dead." Of course, the wording was a little more spiced up then what he remembered, but his brain didn't really come back to him until he was being pulled away by a teacher. The principal was now on the scene as well. "ALL FIVE OF YOU, my office. Now." She commanded with an authority that you just knew that to even dare question. As Aaron drew in a few calming breaths as he started to the principal’s office with his new teacher escort, it occurred to him just what a bad move that possibly was... even though he could now say that he didn't just stand there and let it happen to save himself.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 11:44 am
∟xx♥xxxx Lance Albatross xxxƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒxx》》
Lance was caught very off-guard when he was spun around and decked right in the jaw. Knockd back onto the ground, he rubbed his jaw and glared, about ready to leap into attack-mode...when the oddest thing happened. The guy he just met, that Aaron Cartyr kid, stood up for him. He didn't even know when he had moved from his spot in the back of the crowd of onlookers to be where he was then--shoving "the wall" into a locker and decking him in the face in revenge for Lance. Holy s**t that's hot.., he found himself thinking idly as he watched him give him a menacing threat.
He was brought out of his stupor by the principal and found he was still subconsciously rubbing his jaw. He stood silently and, though the urge to go talk to Aaron was strong, he dropped back to speak to the original victim. "Don't worry about it, okay? You won't get into trouble. You didn't even do anything," he told him reassuringly, patting him on the back with a gentle smile. ❧xxxxxx【xx✿xxJin Gai】xx●xxxxxx
▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ Jin screamed out in anger as his best friend was knocked down. "You son of a--," he started before Aaron jumped onto the scene. He may not have been as amazed as Lance had been, but he was still pretty awe-struck. Usually Lance was the only one who stood up to "the wall" at the school (which some found odd because he was so tiny). He looked at the guy inquiringly for a moment, thinking, Where have I seen him before..?
His attention was averted, however, to the principal yelling at them. He winced at the shrillness of her voice. She was obviously extremely pissed off. "********..," he mumbled under his breath and decided to talk with the feminine male, glaring over at "the wall" with such fury that his head could have exploded.
"Yeah, don't worry about it, okay? You are at no fault whatsoever," he tried to reassure the timid boy beside him. He glanced up at the strangely familiar guy once again. And it clicked. Oh, s**t. I ******** him. Last night. ...What a weird coincidence. He smiled oddly to himself, holding back a chuckle at the incident. Then he nudged Lance and nodded up at him. "You know he's hot. Go talk to him," he urged. "He's a really good ********, too. From what I remember, anyway," he added in a low whisper with a wink. Lance rolled his eyes at him before walking a little faster to catch up with him, keeping an eye on "the wall" that was right behind the principal and in front of them all.
"So..," Lance told Aaron quietly, leaning a little closer to him. "You really don't know how much you just turned me on by doing that, do you?" he asked, a cheesy grin spread across his face. "Like, really. You were hot before, but you're super-sexy-Aaron now. And you shall forever more be known as that in my mind." He walked with his hands behind his back innocently as he smiled to himself.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 10:15 am
The raven haired stammered after the rest of the group of five almost in a daze of fear and regret. Why did this kind of stuff always find him? Why couldn't everyone just let him be a nobody? Hanson said nothing as they all walked to the principal's office, but it wasn't out of rudeness, it was out of worry and confusion. He couldn't process what to say to anyone let alone try and process that they were trying to comfort him. He just wanted to curl up into a ball, puke his guts out, and then die there. Tears had started to flow through his eyes again, but he couldn't get them to stop. This was just a terrible, terrible way to start what was suppose to be the perfect next four years of his life. Not to mention, he couldn't tell if he was woozy from being slammed into the lockers or the boiling temperature that was smothering him.
As they all came to the principal's office, the woman split them all up accordingly. Hanson, since he seemed to be in such a level of distress, was send to the counselor's office. Of course, the counselor realized the best for the kid right now was to calm down before recanting what he thought happened out in the hallway. By the time, he had gotten out of the counselor's office, it was already eleven o'clock and time for lunch. The counselor had offer to come sit with him because after their morning long discuss, it was very apparent that Hanson wasn't adjusting well at the school seeing as everything was so different for him, but he turned her down. He need a little space before his afternoon classes. She instructed him to start coming to see her at least once a week though, which he accepted only so he could get out of that room. It has started to make him feel like he was trapped.
As he walked into the cafeteria though, he seemed to enjoy the fact that after being gone all morning, no one remembered his face. He blended into the sea of faces as he slowly eat a salad and the unknown fish entree they had. He was sitting by himself, but he really didn't care. He could worry about making friends tomorrow or maybe in two weeks. Right now he just wanted to feel normal. Maybe talking to the counselor really had helped him, even just a little bit. At the very least, he didn't want to drop out of school anymore. Aaron was silence, as the teacher escorted him to the principal's office. He was probably going to have his scholarships taken away, and maybe even expelled... but he couldn't stay that he regretted doing it. In fact, as he played what he could remember over and over in his head, he couldn't think of another outcome. He had to step in. None of those kids deserved to be treated like that. Of course, Aaron was probably going to get the worst of all the punishment, because he couldn't plead self-defense. No one even touched him in the fight... at all. At least the bully had even some room to say self-defense. Aaron was just screwed. Maybe he could play the he didn't really remember any of it, he just had a violent side when he blacked out and the fighting just sort of provoked that side of him to come out. It was a little half-cocked of an idea, but he couldn't risk getting thrown out of the school he had worked so hard to get into and stay in.
Aaron's thought process of trying to figure a way to get himself out of this mess seemed to plummet as he heard another voice talking to him all of a sudden. "Huh..?" Aaron questioned with a dumbfound look on his face as Lance said something about Aaron turning him on. His eyes quickly shifted to the teacher escorting him who seemed almost as shocked as he was. What was even more awkward was that the kid keep going.... "What? I-I.. I was just trying to help honest.." He stuttered a little as he put up his hands defensively. The teacher seemed about ready to give them both an earful when they had reached the office and the principal immediately split them all up. Aaron, as if his day hadn't gone bad enough, got sorted into the vice-principal's office. Trying to reason with that man, was like trying to get a wall to get up and tango. Oh, Aaron was just so unbelievable screwed.
An hour later, the principal had made her verdict on the punishments that would be given. Hanson was to start going to counseling sessions. Jin would receive a mandatory five hours of community service through the school. Lance received ten hours of mandatory community service. Then finally, Aaron and "the brick wall" were put on probation, and were given twenty hours of mandatory community service. Which seeing as they could have been expelled, Aaron saw his punishment as a gift from the heavens above. The principal had agreed also to not take any of their scholarships away, but if she found any of them, outside of Hanson, in her office anytime soon, they could kiss their scholarships goodbye. Of course, once you were on probation like Aaron now was, if he got in trouble again before the next semester that was grounds for immediate dismissal from the school. As he hurried off to this second class before lunch, he was definitely determined to be the paint on the wall for the next three months. He was not getting kicked out of this school of anyone's sake.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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