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Post by killianquinn on Aug 13, 2011 18:57:15 GMT -5
Killian grunted, trying to keep the loathsome, twisting creature from squirreling out of his grip. Not that he would really mind if the dreadful thing would run away and never come back again. The problem was that it wouldn’t. He had been minding his own business as usual when he had found it in the garden courtyard, alone and slightly dirty, panting away. It was soft, with pretty brown eyes, and looked mildly tame. But the mats in his hair and its slight scent had given Killian clear indication that he was a stray. Killian didn’t know why, and was very much regretting it, but he had given it scraps and walked away. The thing had followed him, down the halls, up the stairs, and into their dorm. Killian didn’t know what to do with it. He waited for about an hour, but realized that Seth wasn’t going to show up any time soon, and he was getting annoyed with the fact that it kept trying to snuggle up in his lap. And he had thought that humans were disturbingly insensitive to his problem with proximity. It stunk too. So he had filled the bathtub with shampoo and water, and had thrown the animal in. It soaked for a while, before Killian pulled the plug. When he opened the door, it streaked out and went for Seth’s bed, but Killian managed to slam Seth’s door before it could leap. Unfortunately, it went for Killian’s bed instead.
This was probably about the time Killian realized his hatred for small, incapable dogs.
He couldn’t comprehend its enthusiasm, or why in insisted on trying to crawl into his lap, or why it wanted to lick all over his face. It was disgusting to him, and the fact that it smelled and looked better didn’t do anything at all for it, in his opinion. Killian didn’t want to wait any longer to consult Seth about its existence, became impatient, and decided to dump it somewhere else. So he ended up confused, wandering the halls with a wiggly, panting creature in his arms, unable to decide what to do with it. The puppy reached up and lapped at his face, staring at him with adoring eyes. He glared down at it, which didn’t seem to phase it at all. They stood like that for awhile, having a staring contest, though only one seemed to be really enjoying it. Finally, Killian sighed and shuffled on, suddenly feeling exhausted. He didn’t want to deal with this at all. The dog was getting too heavy for him, anyway. Killian spotted an open door, but thought against it, and slithered on past. As soon as he reached the end of the hall, the dog was able to squirm out of his vice grip and shot down, going directly for the opened door. Killian hissed and marched toward the dorm, knowing that this was all his responsibility. He paused at the door, and then opened it a bit, peering in.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 13, 2011 20:14:57 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous.  but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: None [/div] Shiloh's pencil scratched against the lined paper, numbers emerging from the tip. The teen wasn't exactly someone that was known to do homework. Not that he was dumb, he just simply didn't do what he didn't want to do and that included homework. The only reason he was even trying to finish his Algebra homework was that he actually wanted to stay in the class. He wasn't a wiz at math but he did enjoy getting the chance to bonk heads with the sarcastic math teacher.
All of Shiloh's other teachers were too serious, too willing to just give in to the teen's remarks. But Jasper actually made some comments back, which was all the more fun for Shiloh. So in order to at least be allowed to stay in the class, the nineteen year old was making an attempt at finishing his homework.
As the strange eyed teen lied on his stomach, paper out in front of him he couldn't help but let an all too familiar smirk cross his face. "Hey Damian. You think Jazzy likes me as a student?" He laughed at his own ridiculous comment and looked over at his blind roommate. "I wonder if he enjoys having someone to bonk heads with . . ." Before Shiloh could think more about his questions his sensitive hears picked up the sound of rustling down in the corridor. While Damian wouldn't be able to hear the sound for a bit, Shiloh had already recognized it as the sound of fur against cloth. The yips flowing to his ears helped the teen determine the source of the rustling to be a small puppy.
The rustling suddenly stopped, and was replaced by the sound of paws springing against the floor. Shiloh's orange eyes looked towards their open door. It didn't take long for the teen to realize that their door was exactly where the puppy was heading. He sprung to his feet but before he could close the door the little furball had bumped into his leg and continued on its path of craziness. The pup turned its attention to the door leading to Shiloh's room, where Radar was residing. "Oh no you don't!" He slammed the door shut, blocking the pup on its way to investigate his feathery pal.
"Damian, there's a-" The nineteen year old's eyes narrowed, as a pale face peering into their room came into view. It was all too familiar; the lanky figure, dark hair, and style of clothing. "You!" Shiloh's fists had clenched and his jaw hardened at the very sight of Killian. The air had become tense, the only sound being the pup lapping up their toilet water. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 14, 2011 1:05:46 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home .
Damian sat listening to Shiloh doing homework as his own fingers glided across the small bumps on the pages of his book. It was a good book, full of all sorts of fantastic things. Most of his attention was on the story, not his roommate, though he tried to keep his head bent in case his staring into space while he read bothered Shiloh. (He sort of doubted it would, but also thought it was better to be safe than sorry.) His hand stilled at the thought of Shiloh's reaction to him. Shiloh was something of a refreshing surprise; while his bluntness appeared to irritate a great many people, Damian found it helpful - not to mention it was usually very entertaining. On top of that, he was the only friend Damian could remember having. A depressing thought, really...
Sighing slightly, he pushed his fingers on, finishing a paragraph before Shiloh spoke suddenly. "Hey Damian. You think Jazzy likes me as a student?" Without letting his hand pause, Damian shook his head. "Probably not." Shiloh was already laughing, however, and Damian couldn't be sure which commented had prompted it. Whatever the case, Shiloh continued speaking, the sound of his voice different now - his face now turned toward Damian. "I wonder if he enjoys having someone to bonk heads with . . ." This time Damian snorted, finally stopping his hand as he lifted his head. "I think he's going to enjoy slamming your head when you finally push him to it." There was no reaction to his comment, and at first Damian strained to hear any sound in the hallway, sure that there had to be something to keep his friend quiet. He heard only an unusual silence for that time of day in the dorms. Shifting slightly on the bed, he frowned. "I was joking, you know? I have no idea what Jasper thinks of you." Still nothing. "Shiloh? What are you-?" A quiet thump in the hall made him pause and tilt his head, listening curiously to the steady, tiny tapping noises that were headed for their room.
He heard Shiloh scramble to his feet and set his book aside, ready for whatever it was. The sound was suddenly in their room, cutting straight across on its way toward Shiloh's door. The teenager beat the noise, slamming the door before it could get through. So it was something he didn't want around Radar? Only further confused, Damian frowned and opened his mouth to ask. Shiloh beat him to it, starting into one sentence before breaking off with an angry "You!" Unable to resist putting the two together, Damian frowned jokingly at his roommate. "There's a me? What am I doing?"
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Damian wondered if they had been inappropriately placed. The air, which he could personally guarantee had not been that way moments before, was thick with tension. Whoever "you" was, Shiloh was not happy to have him there. Clearing his throat, Damian slid out of his seat, keeping his voice light and casual as he spoke. Maybe he could lighten the tension. "I'm gonna go stop whatever that is from drinking our toilet." Though he set off to do what he said - he was familiar with this route and no longer even needed a hand on the wall - he walked slowly in case things went bad.
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 14, 2011 8:53:03 GMT -5
Killian stood there, wide eyed for a little, slightly surprised. Probably because when he thought of Shiloh, he thought of a barbaric owl trainer that most likely lived in the woods because he was too immature and frustrating to live in the dorms. Suddenly, Killian started to get a bad taste in his mouth. Just watching the jerk stand there and shake with anger was enough to make him disgusted. He glared at Shiloh hatefully, grimacing with loathing as he looked down upon the shorter but older boy. Killian bit down on his tongue to keep himself from coughing. The last thing he wanted to do was go into one of his painful hacking fits right in front of someone who despised him. They stood there, tense and glaring for a couple seconds, before the tension was broken by someone else’s voice. How odd, Killian thought. He didn’t think it was possible for anybody to get along with Shiloh. He should have known better; it seemed that there at the academy, everyone had a friend.
Shiloh’s roommate appeared. He slid his gaze over to the new person. Killian was quick to pick up details on people in general. The guy was obviously blind; you could tell from his stare and that bloodshot look in his eyes. Killian had come across blind people before. He had even been temporarily blinded before. It had been unpleasant. Killian’s focus went back to Shiloh, whom was still silent. He couldn’t see the beautiful owl anywhere, but of what little knowledge he had of the older boy he could already assume that the dumbass would misinterpret his visitation as an assassination of his feathered friend, since apparently he was a sanctioned bird murderer. Killian stood awkwardly in the doorframe, pushing the door wider with his foot. He wasn’t about to enter a war zone. The air was so thick with Shiloh’s hot anger and Killian’s chilly distaste that it seemed even the blind roommate could sense there was something wrong. Killian just barely picked up on what he said, very much distracted.
Killian swallowed the coughing that was threatening to burst his lungs and watched the roommate slowly back away, as if they were two cornered animals about to attack. Well, that wouldn’t happen. Killian wouldn’t lose again, not in public, especially not somewhere so near his own ‘territory.’ Killian took a small step into the dorm room, taking his gaze off of Shiloh and looking at the bathroom. “It’s a dog.” Killian noted, in his soft, callous voice.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 14, 2011 17:17:50 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: None [/div] "I'm gonna go stop whatever that is from drinking our toilet." Shiloh didn't react to his roommate's comment, he was too focused on the lanky figure standing in the doorway. At least the kid had been smart enough to not step inside the room as that would have looked like a challenge to the shorter teen. “It’s a dog.” This peaked Shiloh's rage for a small second, thinking that Killian was talking to the orange eyed teen and not his roommate. But after seeing Killian's dark eyes pointed towards the bathroom and not the temperamental teen, he relaxed slightly. He didn't however, relax enough to be considered calm.
Shiloh nodded his head towards the bathroom, "Is it yours?" For once he wasn't accusing the kid of being an animal killer, though the thought still hung in his mind. If the dog did belong to his enemy then he wanted to get it out of his room as soon as possible, along with the younger teen.
It wasn't just Killian being here that was bugging him but the kid's voice was upsetting him as well. The younger teen spoke with a sort of calm and controlled manner, which only made Shiloh's temper rise. He hated how hard it was to get to the other teen, and with his emotions already acting up the older boy was looking for something to take his anger out on.
The pup had stopped drinking out of the toilet, now Shiloh could only hope that the amped up pup wouldn't start using Damian as some sort of chew toy. Shiloh wasn't sure if he could handle prying a dog off of his blind roommate while still keeping an eye on the sickly boy in front of him. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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Post by Damian O'Callaghan on Aug 19, 2011 14:32:02 GMT -5
. tell the world
i'm coming home . Damian heard the newcomer say it was a dog, and then Shiloh's question about the ownership. Damian didn't bother to say anything to either one, since he felt it was more important to extract the dog, and then deal with the guy Shiloh seemed to hate so much. He wondered what the other boy could have done to get his roommate to riled up. Sure, Shiloh was a little hot-headed, but the air hadn't felt thicker than that...He was still musing on that thought when his foot tangled in a towel that had been left on the floor - he couldn't remember if it was his or not - and he had to dance in place to keep from ending up on the floor. Muttering darkly under his breath, he paused to listen for the dog again. The slurping had stopped, though, and he had no idea where the little animal had gone. "Hey, Shiloh, I think the - wait!" He paused at a snuffling sound near his feet, and he froze. Something pressed against his jean, and he bent slowly, sticking out his hand as he went. Whatever it was disappeared, and he stopped again, hand still outstretched. For a second, there was still nothing, and he started to frown. And then something cold and wet touched his fingertip, and he yelped and jumped, overbalancing to sit hard on the ground. As soon as he had landed, the dog was on him, tiny paws on his stomach while the little creature yipped. Before it could begin scaling his chest, he stood, bending immediately to grab the wiggling body before it escaped. "I got him!" Damian turned to return to the main room, the dog held at arms-length and - he hoped - upright. A lot of very soft fur pressed against his hands, and Damian rubbed his thumb across the puppy's stomach and sent it to wiggling. "Shiloh, I think this dog has more hair than you and I do combined. ...Assuming you're not bald." He had never considered that before. "You aren't, are you?"He brushed air into the room as he reentered and saw the newcomer had stepped in. Offering the dog in that direction, he tried to smile companionably, "Do you want him back?"DOG---------------------------------------------------------------------------. [/size] |
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Post by killianquinn on Aug 20, 2011 20:57:43 GMT -5
Out of his peripheral vision he could see Shiloh relax, but only slightly, probably because Killian was attempting to calm him down by not addressing him directly. Not because he didn’t want to fight Shiloh. Oh, he definitely did. Seeing him again was bringing up a lot of cold anger. But because he didn’t want to lose himself with his rage again. Killian did feel a tremendous amount of discomfort standing inside someone else’s territory, especially when it was Shiloh’s. He was being forced to see Shiloh as more than just a random meeting or an inevitable enemy. At least Shiloh wasn’t in his room. For a moment, Killian got a scary flash of a cursed future where Seth befriended the short, orange-eyes boy in front of him. Killian suppressed a shudder. "Is it yours?" He heard him say, but chose to ignore him with evident nonchalance. He didn’t, shouldn’t, give a damn. Killian took another awkward half-step into the room.
"Hey, Shiloh, I think the - wait!" Killian could hear, but just barely, from another room. He grimaced and rubbed at his ear, but the haziness of his perception was still irritatingly the same. Fortunately, it seemed the rate at which the bruises were expanding and the decay of his hearing and taste was fading was slowing steadily. He hadn’t gotten any worse with his eyesight, which was a relief. Still ignoring his new fated enemy, Shiloh being his name apparently, he focused on the roomate. He heard the snuffling of the dreadful creature and glared in its direction. If it didn’t exist, it wouldn’t have led him into this situation. He let his arms hang at his side, even though he wanted nothing more than to point his finger and tell his power to do its thing.
When the roommate came back in, Killian got a better look at him. He seemed to have an awful limp that Killian pegged as a weakness in his practical brain. The dog seemed to be as taken with Damian as he had been with Killian, perhaps even more so. He looked down upon the mutt with a sort of evident disgust, not even caring what Shiloh could come to think of him. He would probably take anything Killian did the wrong way to attempt to get him to fight. Well, he wasn’t going to give into such temptation. Shiloh would just have to be satisfied with that. Damian chattered on about hair, or something else Killian didn’t pay much attention to. He was too preoccupied with giving the fluffy creature a death glare. "Do you want him back?"
“NO!” Killian said, louder than he had in a while, and so rushed it made the words catch harshly in his throat. He coughed a couple times into his “spot of sunshine” gloves, and then glanced back up at Damian, surprised at his own outburst. “I mean… I found it.” He said, his voice more monotonous that time.
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Post by Shiloh Wright on Aug 20, 2011 21:33:26 GMT -5
Quick decisions can be dangerous. but that doesn't mean [/color]
ONE LAST THING: None [/div] The teen took another step into the room, and Shiloh was about to really start the confrontation when he found himself interrupted by his roommate. "Hey, Shiloh, I think the - wait!" The teen glanced over at bathroom door, his ears still tuned in Killian's direction. One of his eyebrows raised, the teen now curious if Damian would be able to manage grabbing the dog. "I got him!" His roommate returned from the bathroom looking victorious and holding the dog out in front of him. Shiloh had to admit that he was impressed that Damian had managed to hold the dog upright.
"Shiloh, I think this dog has more hair than you and I do combined. ...Assuming you're not bald." His roommate was acting surprisingly calm considering that Shiloh could blow a fuse at any moment. "You aren't, are you?" In fact, it was bugging the orange eyed teen a little that Damian was lowering his anger. There were many times that Shiloh had wished that he didn't have such a hot temper, but now was not one of them. If he was going to end up attacking Killian, which he was hoping to, he wanted some anger to push him on. "No, I'm not bald Damian." He talked through closed teeth, his eyes focusing back on the younger teen.
"Do you want him back?" Killian quickly exclaimed that he wasn't planning on taking the dog. “I mean… I found it.” Shiloh rolled his eyes. "Probably stole it." He took a few steps forward, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. "What you do to the dog? You perform some creepy voodoo shit on it?" The nineteen year old had already started jumping to conclusions. In fact, he was jumping to conclusions based off conclusions that he had made earlier on Killian during their fight in the forest. Everything was turning into one big mess formed from Shiloh's assumptions. that they aren’t fun. [/center] |
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