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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 12, 2007 3:08:47 GMT -5
The fist came at him, but he couldn't dodge. On the ground he was, holding his bloody face in his rough hands. The damp cement was anything but inviting for a punch to the nose and the fleece shell proved to do little in defense against the cold. Why did the rage build?
The boy awoke with a jolt. His hands on his face which was - contrary to the dream - perfect. The dirty blond locks stayed matted to his pale sweaty face, but they were at least lacking the blood. And the eyes that looked as if taken from a day when the sea was angry... they were still all intact and the vision was fine... The slender frame, the knees that were slowly drawn up under the covers, the shoulders that shivered slightly... All unharmed.
But his head... Oh man, did that ache. His fingers rubbed his temples gently while -- wait? Why was he doing that action?
He stopped, pausing to study the room around him. The mattress upon which he sat was cluttered with clothes and CDs as to match the floor which seemed to lack carpet, junk serving as such. He blinked the pale eyes, confused at the grey walls and the posters which covered up a good 90% of said walls.
Where was he?
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 12, 2007 3:16:54 GMT -5
The sun desperately tried to seep through the blinds as he slowly shook the sheet from his pale legs. Cautiously, as if not sure what to expect, he pulled back the shade and stumbled backwards at the sudden change in lighting. He blinked a few times again, trying to shake from his vision those nice little black dots. His eyes now ached with the blast of unwelcomed light. Definitely needed a Motrin... Wait. What was that?
More confusion.
"Alexei! You'll be late!" a voice bellowed from the bottom of the stairs.
He yawned, stretching. Well since he was here, he might take advantage of the wardrobe.
So clad in a pair of jeans and a simple black t-shirt, he padded out the wooden doorframe, amazed at how well the clothes fit... And thankful. Luck had finally shown on him.
A girl about his height came rushing up the stairs looking positively exasperated. "What the hell have you been doing?!" she demanded, grabbing his wrist.
"I... sleeping, I guess," he replied.
She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Why am I not suprised?" she muttered, dragging him down the stairs, now. "Let's go. We're already late."
"Late forr... What?" he asked, watching the different rooms pass by.
"School, dumbass! Stop playing stupid! Christ!"
"Sorry... Down on Auster, right?"
"Uhm... No. Where the fuck is that? Doesn't matter. WE'VE GOT TO GO. Do you understand that?"
He nodded slowly as she shoved him in the little red car. "But... Who the hell are you?" he asked, getting settled on the passenger's side.
She took a deep breath as if this would give her the patience she sought. "Alexei. What did I tell you about playing stupid?"
"Sorry..."
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 12, 2007 3:27:46 GMT -5
On what seemed to be the longest carride in the world - but what was only in fact a good fifteen minutes - the boy had managed to learn three things;
a.) He was referred to as Alexei by her.
b.) He was not to talk to her at school.
c.) He was not to be a dumbass around her.
The rest of the ride, she'd talked his ear off about how he was being weirder than usual but eventually tuned that out. He'd no desire to be whined to about whatever it was she was going on about. Quite frankly, he didn't care if his being in the same room as her hurt her social reputation. And, also quite frankly, he was positively sure she could go shove it.
"AND. One last thing. If I see you even so much as glance at Alister again... I'll personally break your neck," she informed, bringing the car to an abrupt halt and almost making him slam his head on the dash.
He blinked, regaining control over his neck. "Who?"
She rolled her eyes again, yanking the keys from the ignition. "You know damn well who," she growled in response. And on that oh so cheery note, she got out in a huff, gathered her bag and waited for his slower exit before locking the car. "Meet me here after school if you want a ride," she added.
"Oh... okay. Thanks."
She stopped, staring at him. "Uhm. Yeah." And she hurried off to class.
The school grounds were empty save for the field's soccer goals and football posts. He watched as a breeze ruffled the grass which would need but in a few days. Didn't class start at nine?
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 21, 2007 21:04:14 GMT -5
The boy figured he'd an hour before class and this hour was to be spent very wisely... on the swing across the street.
He took a seat on the torn tire rubber and kept a tenacious grip on either chain, slowly swaying to and fro in the wind. His eyes wandered to his worn sneaker whose shoelace had taken the liberty of emancipating itself of the other and now was dragged along the pebbles, being eaten up to match the rest of the shoe. He was quite sure these were his, though. There were yellow and green checkered. His were just plain red.
The youth continued to study his shoes (and their laces) before two other late - or early as far as Alexei was concerned - coming students rushed to cross the street in front of him, striking a bit of consternation in him. He blinked, looking up to see the two who'd startled him, his face feeling hot as the taller glanced back, the girl following suit.
The first thing he noticed was their extreme beauty. They looked as if they'd come from a haughty family. He wouldn't be suprised if they were royalty in a past life or something. The tall youth's silver hair puzzled him, though. It looked like silk; perfectly straight and dropping to his mid-back, the sun shining against it to only further the magnificence of it despite the occasional cloud that crept across the firmament. Dye couldn't achieve that look... could it? The hair triggered something in the back of his head, but he couldn't remember exactly what that was; therefore, he dismissed the thought off as nothing.
His eyes glanced at the girl's hair, too. It looked just as soft, but not quite as smooth as his. The fiery orange locks were perfectly straight, though. Just like her friend's. Save for the curls at the end which spilled over her slender shoulders, down her back.
The boy's wan faceheld the same quizzical, cordial smile as the girl's whose complexion was highlighted by the sun giving her a slight rouge to her cheeks over the normally soft white skin.
They have the same face, he thought briefly. And the same eyes... Actually, he quite liked their eyes which were both such a pale green, they were close to a light grey. Most be related, he mused silently.
His observations were cut short, however, when the boy spoke, "Aren't you sort of late?"
Alexei blinked out of his stuporous state, wondering how rude he must have looked. (Why would that seem rude again?) "Oh class starts at nine," he muttered, staring down at the freed shoelace again.
The other boy rose an eyebrow, his supposide relative shaking her head. "Eight, babe. C'mon." A small smile played on her lips, now, as she offered him a hand to get to his feet. He greatly accepted the gesture, standing up next to the pair.
"I really thought class started at nine," he mumbled sheepishly.
She laughed, hooking an arm around his neck as if they'd been good friends forever and ruffling his hair with her free hand. "Naw. That's the school down on Auster."
He blinked. Well... That made sense.
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Feb 21, 2007 21:21:30 GMT -5
He'd caught the boy's eyes roll and Alexei wondered why before the youth's words side-tracked him, "Let's get going we're late as is."
A pretty little giggle spun through the vocal chords of the girl as she tore away from him and lept passed her companion, into the empty street, abruptly commencing a dance to some unknown song. Her movements were graceful even through the twisting and contorting her slender frame. It was at this point that Alexei had noticed her voluptuous contour, suprised at how he hadn't taken heed of this fact before. He watched as she drew her arm across her chest, dipping low in a crouch so her chin almost skimmed the pavement. The moves were awkward. Not something you'd see in modern day dances. But he watched, entranced nonetheless as she drew herself up and moved into something of a pas de chat. But even though the moves seemed to lack sense, the were still graceful beyond words. And he still couldn't look away as she spun to the opposite sidewalk.
"Woah... Wow. Did she learn that in Grund?" Alexei asked, tearing his eyes away from the scene to stare up at the silver-haired boy.
He gave a shocked look, returning the gaze. "Where did you say?" he asked slowly, almost as if he were thrown off by the younger boy's inquiry.
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