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Post by Seth Turner on Jul 13, 2012 2:14:39 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Innocent even. Okay, so it was technically illegal and against the rules, but it wasn't like anybody was going to get hurt. One drink of beer. It had been a crummy day after all, one that pretty summed up his whole life. His powers acting up and making him feel ill, barely able to crawl let alone walk and talk. He was somewhere near the dorms, that much he knew and it was just sitting there, probably a leftover from a party that he'd never been invited to. Didn't matter though, it was there and he needed it. Or rather, he needed something and well… that was all that was around. Seth had heard on more than one occasion that it was a good way to forget, to not feel. That's all he wanted. So he picked up the beer, took one long drink and set it back down. Just one.
His power slipped from his control almost instantly and he could feel it pull towards the strange substance that he'd put into his body. It attacked it, almost like it was a virus, but instead of pushing it away, it took it in. Accepting it, feeding off of it. The edges of his lips twitched until they stretched into a wide grin and a laugh spilled out before he could stop it. His eye sight was bleary but he stood up and took a large step, comically long, forcing him to stretch just to stand back up again. He wavered and then took another step. "That was close… gotta do better. Better…" He muttered to himself, giving his own personal pep talk that led him to a door. A dorm. A delighted smile lit up his face and he turned the door knob. Locked? "Doesn't make sense…" Raising a fist he beat on the door. "Hey, don't you know people live in there? Isn't right to lock people out from their home…" His hand dropped and he glared at the offending object in his path. "Fine, don't move. I don't need you. I'm smart, I've got another plan. Just go ahead, stand there, don't help."
Turning, he walked along the building, stumbling and laughing every time he accidentally ran into the wall. Finally, he stood in front of a window. He reached down, easing his fingers under it and pushing it up. It gave and slid up, the sudden lack of pressure sending him to the ground. With a grunt, he heaved himself up and in through the window. His eyes focused slowly, making him squint. A hallway, perfect. "Looks different. Did they change it while I was out? They must have fast workers. Good work." He patted the wall and stood up shakily. Which room did he live in again? Oh, he could be like a hobo and sleep in the hallway. But then people would trip over him. He glanced back out the window. Maybe he could go camping, he hadn't been camping in a while. Under the stars at night, sleeping on the ground. One with nature. Except he wasn't a huge fan of bugs. Nasty devils…
Wait… what was he doing in the hallway again? Right… He glanced over, seeing a person and offered a large grin. "Could you ever so kindly direct me to the nearest box? I've decided to live as a hobo tonight." Or was it camping? Sleeping in his room sounded so boring. He wanted to do something exciting. Where did that bottle go again? Maybe he'd have more fun with just one more drink. Fun… yeah. He squinted at the person. "Oh wait, I have a question. Are you fun? Cause I'm looking for some." Somewhere in the back of his mind he had a feeling that he shouldn't say that. But that was silly, he was looking for fun, what was wrong with asking? Asking was good. "We could be hobos together." He smiled. words // 000 // tagged // andie // outfit // here [/i][/div] [/center] |
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Post by evie1 on Jul 13, 2012 2:42:30 GMT -5
in a hellcat spangled cavern  when your judgement's on the run
WELL I'M SO GLAD THEY TURNED US ALL AWAY
WE'LL PUT IT DOWN TO FATE
I SAID A THOUSAND MILLION THINGS
THAT I COULD NEVER SAY THIS MORNING
GOT TOO DEEP BUT HOW DEEP IS TOO DEEP
andie was staying up on top of her her bed, comfy and cosy in her favourite flannelette pyjamas. her fingers were sprawled across the keyboard of her laptop, tapping keys as fast as her delayed, tired reflexes would allow her to. there was a paper due tomorrow which she had only just started, and she was busy deciding whether to pull an all nighter or come up with an excuse and hand it in late.
naturally, she decided on the latter.
closing the lid of her laptop and opening up the covers, she slid into the sheets and dropped her head to the pillow. she was seconds away from sleep, her mind's buzz slowly slipping as light dreams came in, floating around in her mind, as fragile as clouds. that was, until, she heard a pounding and someone yelling down the hall. her eyes snapped open - it was her teacher, he knew about her late paper!... she shook her head. but... the voice was very deep. she felt sorry for whichever girl it belonged to.
the yelling subsided but heavy footsteps still rung out across the hall, as well as shuffles against the wall as if one certain manly-voiced student was feeling a bit tipsy. she couldn't help but smiling - at least someone was getting on the piss - and if it couldn't be andie, it should be someone who needed it. if she had a voice that masculine, she probably would have become an alcoholic in hopes to drown her sorrows. her ears tried to listen to any more give-away information of who it was who was drunk on a school night, when the footsteps stopped for a moment. curious, andie rubbed her eyes and slipped out of bed, still a little bit groggy from her short, ten second sleep but her mind was clear enough to walk and talk, which were the only basic functions the young girl needed.
she opened her door just a sliver, peering out into the hallway. she squinted - no, nothing there. she opened it wider and walked out, yawning, when a voice suddenly called out from behind her. she would have shouted from surprise if she was a weaker girl. she turned around and found that the masculine voiced girl wasn't a girl, but a masculine voiced boy who happened to be in the girls dormitory. she didn't know which option would have been better.
could you ever so kindly direct me to the nearest box? the question made her raise one eyebrow. ooh-oh, this boy was certainly hammered. she almost smiled but stopped herself - she reminded herself that this boy had awoken her from her sleep, and didn't deserve a smile.
we could be hobos together. the boy had spoken with a smile, his words slightly slurred. she folded her arms and cocked her head to the side.
"you couldn't afford it, honey." it was a joke, but she realised in this state, the boy might have been a bit slow on the uptake. she hoped he wouldn't hand her cash in hopes for this 'fun' he was searching for.
her eyes searched him up and down, and she leaned against the wall.
"you're a bit different to the usual residents here, i must admit. come here often?" she decided to play along with it, sending him subtle hints that perhaps this wasn't the perfect place to be for his gender. or maybe it was the perfect place, and he was a creep. she quickly glanced down at her pyjamas. perfect.
her face looked bored, her stance nonchalant. maybe he would realise that she wasn't one to mess with, nor was he going to get any drunken action with her (not in these pyjamas, they were her favourites!) and go back to his dorm. she had a paper to make an excuse for.
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Post by Seth Turner on Jul 13, 2012 3:12:45 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
The fuzzy person was coming closer, so he kept his friendly smile in place. It felt funny, his lips stretched all awkward. Maybe he didn't get enough practice smiling… That must be it. He should really practice smiling more. As it was his cheeks were already feeling sore. His smile slipped a little, settling into what felt like might be a lopsided smirk. It felt more natural… But still, he forced his lips back into a grin. Fuzzy was standing in front of him now, though still out of reach. A buzz was in the air and he shivered, looking around. Nothing was there though and he tried to focus back on Fuzzy. It was hard though. The person wasn't moving, wasn't doing anything interesting. Wasn't being fun. He wanted fun.
"Afford it? You charge people to have fun? That doesn't seem right." He leaned in slightly, squinting at the person. "Are you an adult, Fuzzy? Is that why you charge for fun?" That made sense. Everyone knew adults were no fun, in fact, they prevented people from having fun. People like him! It was against the rules to drink but he was having fun now. So why was it bad? Because adults were dream killers that liked to stop any chance of fun. Unless you paid apparently. That was a new revelation. Maybe he could pay his teachers to let him have fun during class. That might work. Better than the yelling matches he always got into for being late. Why did everybody yell so much when he was around? Oh well, that question wasn't going to get answered tonight. "Are you gonna yell? I don't like people yelling."
He was different? "What's that supposed to mean? I'm perfectly normal for here." He nodded emphatically. "The school assures me that I'm meant to be here. Silas is for people like me, and people like you I guess. Cause your here and they wouldn't let you in otherwise." Seth shrugged at her question, blinking as Fuzzy slowly started to come into focus. "Everyday. I live here. But I think I'll move into a box instead. Less complicated. No doors who refuse to move and random hallways that change colors."
The details on Fuzzy's face finally sharpened and his eyes widened in obvious surprise. This time his voice lowered to what he believed to be a whisper but was little better than talking loudly. "I don't know if you know this, Fuzzy. But I'm pretty sure you're a girl. Which could be problematic seeing as how this is my dorm building. And… if you haven't realized." He gestured at himself awkwardly, flailing and almost falling over as he did so. "I'm a guy." Tilting his head, he observed her silently for a moment. "But I won't kick you out. Cause I don't kill fun. Never have, never will."
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Post by evie1 on Jul 13, 2012 3:36:48 GMT -5
in a hellcat spangled cavern when your judgement's on the run
WELL I'M SO GLAD THEY TURNED US ALL AWAY
WE'LL PUT IT DOWN TO FATE
I SAID A THOUSAND MILLION THINGS THAT I COULD NEVER SAY THIS MORNING
GOT TOO DEEP BUT HOW DEEP IS TOO DEEP
as andie peered at the silly boy who couldn't handle his alcohol, she couldn't help but smile. but only for a second. she quickly wiped it off her face and went back to her bored, vaguely annoyed expression. he appeared to have taken up a nickname for her, fuzzy. she almost let out a groan. what was this guy on... and where could she get some of it?
are you an adult, fuzzy? is that why you charge for fun? the boy sounded so childish she had to pout.
"aw, look at her. i have to restrain myself from tousling your hair, kiddo." she replied condescendingly, knowing full well that he was probably about her age and not a 'her' at all. still, she would never hold out on a tease, especially this guy. she couldn't really make out his features, it was dim lighting but he wasn't that bad of a looker.
the boy began rambling about he was supposed to be there and was at silas and blah blah blah. something clicked and andie froze for a minute - she had forgotten about the whole we have super powers tralala side of the school for a moment. this kid did have them too, then. a flicker of nerves rose up in her body, but she tried to not let them show.
"yes, you are quite right. doors not opening? completely absurd! maybe you're better off living in a box. a.k.a, not here?" she raised her eyebrows sceptically. she had to admit, social contact was kind of fun and she did miss insulting people - it was hard to tease when you didn't know anyone and hung around in your room for weeks on end. andie studied the boys face, which seemed to jolt into surprise and he began talking again.
...i'm pretty sure you're a girl. the boy had said. andie cocked her hip to the side and put her hands on her hips. "wow, thank you so much for noticing!" she mocked excitement. he then stated he was a guy. well, at least he remembered what gender he was... even though he was rather confused about his current location.
"wow, you know what? you're a real hero. thanks for not kicking me out of my own dorm. geez, can someone give this guy a medal?" she called out to the rest of the hallway. she smirked.
he was really drunk if he only just noticed she was a girl. she would have probably taken offence if she wasn't so amused. she started moving around him, looking him up and down before looking him dead in the eye.
"right now, miss. tell me, how many drinks have we had tonight, hm?" she asked tentatively but still mocking him slightly with her tone of voice. she was almost beginning to forget about this paper already.
and you're acting like a stranger
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Post by Seth Turner on Jul 13, 2012 15:12:12 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
Squinting harder he could see that Fuzzy didn't look all too happy. People were always too serious for their own. How were they going to have fun if they didn't loosen up and let themselves smile. He raised an eyebrow, for once feeling a small glimpse of clarity, something that was slipping away as rapidly as it came. "Tousle my hair?" He smirked and couldn't help but laugh a little. "I don't know, can you even reach it?" Then it was gone and his smirk slipped into an easygoing smile again, tilting his head as he looked at the person.
"I wouldn't have to go somewhere else if you had a box. But you never answered my question from earlier. Is there a box near here?" He leaned in slightly to emphasize his words but just as quickly retreated. Something in Fuzzy's stance said not to get too close and while Seth was completely drunk he wasn't completely stupid. Well, maybe he was. But hey, with risk comes reward! Although he didn't think the person who had first said that was thinking about a situation quite like the one Seth was currently in.
He smiled at her. "You're welcome." In his current state, apparently sarcasm was also lost on him. She kept talking and Seth contented himself to just listening for the moment. That is, until she yelled down the hallway and smirked at him. The smirk on her face was eerily familiar to the one he usually had. It made him laugh, seeing it on this girl. "You know, seeing as how much of a hero I am, I believe I deserve a trophy. It's better than a medal." Okay so maybe he was clueless, but he was starting to get the feeling that he was the one who wasn't where they were supposed to be. "So… the girls dorm. This isn't weird at all. I've always wondered what it looked like in here. Not really like I imagined though."
"H-hey, what are you doing?" She was circling him and stumbled, trying to follow her. Unfortunately that didn't turn out so well and he ended up falling back into a wall. Rubbing his head he watched her. "Drinks? Oh you mean the liquid from heaven. One drink." He straightened himself up, still wobbling but grinning in triumph when he managed to stand. He held his hands out, showing her just how little he'd drank. "Not one bottle though. One drink. It was a very good drink though. Did you know I've never had alcohol before? And now I can't figure out why I haven't tried it sooner."
Seth narrowed his eyes. "Do you drink?" A small breeze from the still open window distracted him from the girl. "It's nice outside. We should go outside. Not to camp though, unless you want to be the bug killer. Cause those things freak the crap out of me." He tilted his head and leaned closer, holding a finger to his lips. "But don't tell anyone, it's a secret. I'm supposed to be tough. Fearless." He puffed out his chest and grinned at her jokingly. "What about you, are you fearless?"
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Post by evie1 on Jul 13, 2012 19:23:50 GMT -5
in a hellcat spangled cavern when your judgement's on the run
andie smirked again. being able to reach his hair? not a problem. she was six foot, and although she hated being taller than a lot of the boys, it did have its advantage sometimes. but she refrained from touching his hair, lest it be greasy, sweaty, covered in beer, etc.
is there a box in here?
she didn't want to answer with the truth. she did, in fact, know where a box was - a box which used to have all of her clothes in but now lay on the floor, dejected. she hadn't been bothered to throw it out, anyway, she might need it someday. for some obvious reason, she would prefer if this tipsy tom was left out of her room. after all, he might puke, and she didn't want to explain that to her head of dorms. instead, coolly, she replied, "a box, or just a huge empty space? because when i see your head, it's huge, and it looks pretty empty to me." oh, girl, you are so smooth.
she couldn't help but smile when he started rambling about wanting a trophy instead of a medal. he was like a child, it was almost kind of cute. brought her back to her first days of drinking when she didn't know her limit and made best friends with random strangers and street lights. and it seemed as if the boy had finally put the pieces together - he had figured out that he was in the girl's dorm. he claimed it wasn't 'weird', which made her scoff. not weird at all, except in the entire vicinity he was the only one with the dangly part.
one drink.
one drink!? what a serious lightweight! she was expecting to be impress by a large number but now - what was that? not even a bottle? just a - oh dear. she held her palm to her head and shook it gently.
"how old are you, like, six?" she asked, exasperatedly. he had never tried it before. what was wrong with this kid? poor guy, hadn't ever even drank before. for a moment, she took pity on him. he was probably some geek who never got invited to the parties. then again, for the past few weeks, so was she.
"of course i bloody drink. a bit more than a sip as well, tough guy." she replied, eyeing him carefully, just in case he pulled any sudden moves. he said how he wanted to go outside, and she was thinking that might be the best idea, to get this kid some fresh air when he spoke again.
what about you, are you fearless?
the young girl smirked, and took a step towards him so that now she was well and truly within his personal space. her eyes bore into his.
"oh, i am most certainly fear-"
that was when she heard the footsteps.
down the hall, heavy footsteps getting closer. was it a teacher on duty? she didn't want to stick around to find out.
she opened her door, stepped backwards into her room, grabbing the boy by his shirt and pulling him in with her and closing the door again. she froze.
oh my god, i have a boy in my room.
she just hoped he didn't see the box in the corner of her room.
and you're acting like a stranger
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Post by Seth Turner on Jul 15, 2012 0:04:06 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
"No," he shook his head with a smile. I'm pretty sure my head isn't empty. Would you like to check to make sure?" This time when Seth leaned forward, he was pretty sure he knew what he was doing. To some degree anyway. It wasn't that he was flirting exactly, more like trying to get along. Something that just happened to come out on the flirty side. He shrugged his shoulders and straightened back up, eyes catching on something down the hall. For some reason he was having a hard time focusing and he wasn't sure why.
"Six? This time he shook his head vehemently. Somewhere he had a feeling he should be offended. It didn't matter what he'd said before, she shouldn't say he was six. Then again, maybe it would be more fun if he was six. Little kids were nice, for the most part. That and they didn't usually have ulterior motives like adults did. "If being six means I can have more fun, then yes. I'm six." He grinned at her, quite satisfied with his answer. What was wrong with being young? Little kids got to have the most fun anyway. Adults were stuck with paying bills and working and being a high school and college student just meant a bunch of homework. Six, that was the age everything was easy. Seth nodded. "I want to be six again."
Tough guy. He smiled at that and tilted his head, considering her calmly. The sarcasm didn't bother him, in fact he found it funny. "Oh good, then later we can get a drink. And you won't be so critical." Seth glanced around, unable to keep his eyes on her even in the middle of their conversation. Their was a steady buzzing in his head and for the moment, it felt pleasant, keeping a smile on his lips as he began to hum to the tune. His powers were relaxed, sedated by his current state. It was nice, to not feel that pain and desperate need, to be carefree and happy. "Is this how you feel all the time? Happy?" He leveled his gaze on her, still with that bright, innocent smile. "I want to be happy more. It's fun."
She was answering his question, standing very close to him and either he was more distracted than he realized, or she never got to finish the thought. Before he had time to register the footsteps in the hallway he grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him back into her room. With their close proximity and her hand still on his shirt, he could easily make out the sound of her breath. She was closer than most girls would be standing in front of him. Finally, Seth realized it was because she was a lot taller. Standing almost eye level with him. "Most girls only reach my shoulder…" She wasn't moving and they were both still standing beside the door. Their closeness was making his thoughts clearer and yet foggier at the same time. "You're pretty…" His eyes caught on something just past her head and he grinned, momentarily forgetting about the girl in front of him. He pushed past her with a happy yell. "A box!" Then her turned to her with an accusatory frown, one hand on the box that he'd just been inspecting. "You had one this whole time and didn't tell me. I could've been a hobo by now!" He pursed his lips, looking down at the cardboard. "Why don't you want me to be a hobo?"
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Post by evie1 on Jul 17, 2012 2:55:00 GMT -5
in a hellcat spangled cavern when your judgement's on the run
her room was only barely lit by the tiny flickering light of her computer monitor, which told her the screen was turned on. as the green light flashed on and off his face, she caught sight of his features in a different light, cheekbones and jaw line, his angel's bow. he was good looking, she decided. good looking and standing inched away from her, her hand still clasping his shirt.
gasping quietly in realisation she quickly released him from her grip. but her fingers lingered there for a moment, as if desiring to finger the fabric once more, until she let her hand drop to her sides. she wondered for a moment whether or not this scene was romantic or not and quickly reminded herself that romance doesn't exist anymore, and even if it did it would not consist of a drunk guy with superpowers in her room, who claims he wants to be a hobo.
most girls only reach my shoulder...
this clued her into a lot of things about this boy, mostly that he fraternised with the ladies. it made her cock an eyebrow for just a moment - he was a stranger to her, there was nothing romantic about him. she didn't even know his name - and he had superpowers! jesus, what was she thinking! she averted her eyes. he was a boy, and boys were stupid, she reminded herself.
you're pretty...
jesus, what was this guy's game? was it all just a giant plot to get her in her room and - no, he couldn't have thought up anything so cunning or complex in this state of mind. she hated herself for blushing at the compliment. she didn't need his tick of approval to make herself feel good. still, why did her heart flutter for that tick of the second? maybe this guy wasn't so childish, maybe she had misunderstood him from the beginning, maybe -
she was shoved to the side as he darted towards the box which she had hoped he wouldn't see. she rolled her eyes and had to have a small chuckle to herself. her mind was tired and sloppy, at least she had an excuse for getting worked up about something as stupid as that boy. he looked so excited! like a six year old getting an x-box for his birthday. she sighed and folded her arms, her walls going straight up again. after all, he was so immature.
a box!
"the kid's a genius!" she replied dryly, her expression blank and nonchalant. she watched him inspect the box curiously, then he turned to her with a frown so comical that she had to hold in a smile.
You had one this whole time and didn't tell me. I could've been a hobo by now!
she nodded, as if she had intentionally not informed him of the box in her room when they were speaking in the hallway. well, maybe she had, subconsciously, but that wasn't the point.
why didn't she want him to be a hobo? "i honestly thought you already were one. you clearly have nowhere to be but a girl's dormitory, your clothes smell of liquor and as for the rest of your stench..." she wrinkled up her nose. she moved next to him, joining him in looking down at the cardboard. she raised her eyebrows, have a sigh and put her hands on her hips.
"well? what are you going to do now, princess?"
and you're acting like a stranger
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Post by Seth Turner on Jul 31, 2012 17:04:26 GMT -5
. so i go insane like i always do AND I CALL YOUR NAME, SHES A LOT LIKE YOU
It was that draining sensation again, the kind of feeling that left him weak and dizzy. He shook his head and stretched out a hand, letting the wall support him instead of his own two legs. The girl was standing beside him and the box now and he knew she was talking, asking him a question maybe… but he didn't care. Falling against the wall, he slid to the ground with a groan, closing his eyes against the dull light of the girl's dorm room. "It hurts." He mumbled the words through gritted teeth. Something coursed through his body and made him shiver, repelled by the sheer frigidity of what he was experiencing.
What started as an innocent escape was now his personal prison. The alcohol stubbornly refused the grip of his power, eluding it as his body tried to expel it from his system. It hurt and yet there were moments where it felt nothing, as if the freezing cold numbed him to everything. His hands curled into fists and he turned away from the girl. Why did someone have to be here to see this? Weak. He felt weak and he hated it, loathed knowing someone was seeing him at this low point. She should leave… No, he should leave.
His eyes opened abruptly, pupils dilated with a glassy sheen. Bracing himself, he struggled to stand up, still swaying dangerously when he managed to force himself to his feet. For a brief second, his gaze locked onto the box and he wondered why he'd had any fixation on the stupid thing. It didn't matter though, nothing mattered except leaving. Raising his head, he locked onto the girl. The girl who'd teased and laughed at him. Laughed at him. She didn't have the right to do that. Didn't have the right to judge him. No one had the right to judge him, but they all did. Hypocrites. He balled up a fist and the thought flashed through his mind to show him just what he could do if he really wanted to, but he couldn't go through with it. His hand dropped and he looked away. "I'm… sorry." The word felt wrong as it left his parted lips, but nothing could bring it back. What did he have to be sorry for? But something in her expression made him believe the apology was necessary. Yes, necessary.
Turning away from her, he took step and nearly pitched to the floor. With a certain amount of frustration and stubbornness, he righted himself and continued towards the door. He opened it quickly and stumbled through, glancing back at the girl for a moment. "Guess I'm not meant to be a hobo…" Somehow the statement had made sense when he said it, but as the alcohol slowly emptied from his system, it made no sense at all. "Shouldn't go letting strangers into your room, you know. Don't want anything happening to the pretty new girl." He walked away, raising a careless hand in farewell, and almost knocking himself off balance.
'Mr. Turner, care to explain your presence in the girls dormitory?' A teacher's voice cut through the silence.
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