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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 12, 2008 13:53:10 GMT -7
[Lucian with an a.]
Lucian had quietly listened to the boy's explanation. He wondered why in the world was he even giving him a chance to explain himself? Besides the point, a sigh of relief almost exited Lucian's lungs when Morgan had clarified that he shouldn't of kissed him the first place but the sensation quickly tightened again further deep into his lungs, twisting and squirming just long enough not to mess this up but it was too late. Right after when Morgan informed he was glad he did, the red-haired vampire's expression contorted into a perplexed and horrified expression. The color seemed to drain his skin once again, anger and confusion mixing in again into his mind. Clenching his fist tightly now and shakily stirring on the bench, the boy stood up and pointed at Morgan. "Idiot!" He managed to shout before running away once again, more afraid than disgusted. Was he really falling for this boy? NO! He wasn't gay... of all the things in the world, he'd turn to look at a guy, but it seemed that the more he actually thought about it, the more the thought lingered into convincing him he was actually starting to like this boy.
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Post by Dara on Aug 13, 2008 0:26:55 GMT -7
(all fixed up and all brand new)
Morgan watched the red haired teen escape once more from him. "Imma Idiot and your a coward Lucian" he whispered to the silent hallway before Leaning back against the cold wall. Unlike Lucian, Morgan was stuck there, until the Principal decided to come get him.
Closing his eyes he thought of Lucian, he wanted too know what it was like to Kiss the boy, hold him in his arms, tell him he loved him, to be told he was love all the sill romantic stuff other boys wanted to do with girls. "Yeah I'm a idiot, an idiot of the first class but you're a coward Lucian, you cant catch being gay by sitting near me, although in your case I wish you could" he murmured to himself.
He wanted to go home, to the safety of his bedroom. Instead of here being stuck waiting for whatever the Principal would do to him. He guessed he'd get dentition or Lines or something to that effect. After all this was his third visit to the Principals office with the same charge against him, fighting other students.
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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 14, 2008 15:34:12 GMT -7
[aha, thanks. sorry for saying this like in post. >___> I normally post rules at the start of a thread when it's a school rp.] [now meet your old-ass principal!]
Walking down the halls of Crisswell was on of the head teacher's of the school. With quick, long paces, the teacher reached Morgan and grabbed him by the shirt. "Listen, boy... this was the last straw. You'll be sus--"
"Ah, professor... I take care of Morgan's punishment." The voice was new, of course, not coming from the professor but much more raspy, wiser, and choked down. It was obvious that it was from an old person, the actual principal Lilly had placed in charge long ago. His hair was a silvery color, a glowing white emitting from the long beard and hair trailing behind him. With his staff, he slowly shook away the professor's hand from Morgan's shirt and watched intently as the professor, fumbling, scampered away. Turning back to look at the boy, the headmaster looked down from his half-moon spectacles at the much more smaller student. "If the head teacher from your house decides your punishment, for now, you're free to go to your next class." The silver-haired man twitched his eye into a quick wink and smiled, trailing back down the hall with a long, yard piece of midnight-blue cloak tagging along.
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Post by Dara on Aug 15, 2008 5:45:08 GMT -7
[its ok i didnt mind changing it honest ]
Morgan yelped with shock once the head of year grabbed him. Thats what he got for not paying attension to what was going on around him. Once hed grabbed his wits he was about to spit in the mans face when he was saved by the Principal
Once he was free of the Mans grip he smiled trying not to laugh as he watched the teacher making his escape. That almost made his day worth while. He looked up at the elderly gentleman with a soft innocent smile "Yes sir " He answered softly before walking off in the opposite direction . He had Drama next and he hadnt completely decided if he was going to attend but the class would start soon, It was a Lesson he enjoyed yet he didnt want to face an of his peers after what had happened over Lunch
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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 16, 2008 19:37:00 GMT -7
[ooOoO let's make this interesting.]
Unfortunately, Lucian's next class had been Drama. Not by choice he had been in this class, but he wasn't complaining, for the record. Slumped down in the chair, his head had been slammed on top of the desk as he inhaled deeply to lap up his breath in small time before class had started. Since he had been running away like a coward from the same guy that claimed to like him from just one glance, it had been a first, tough day for the new student. All he prayed was for no more embarrassments. In the Great Hall, it was enough already with that boy kissing his cheek. Closing his eyes, Lucian began to shiver just a little. Being an empath, he could feel, see and detect people's feelings, and or intentions... which some of them scared him already. He could feel eyes on him already and his eyes closed even tighter, trying to dissipate the thought the boy was conveying or imagining before he went insane.
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Post by Little Lion on Aug 17, 2008 18:00:12 GMT -7
[no failure. let /me/ make it interesting x3 <3]
In the third desk from the front on the third row in from the right one of the seniors sat in his typical and understood spot. His legs were thrown over the desk and his arms were lounged around the chair and the desk behind him to prop him up. The chair infront of him was taken by another guy. It appeared the two were exchanging jokes since every now and again the senior's glowing face would be taken by a quick rippling smile along thin pink lips. His soft lavender colored eyes would turn down to the desk and then take a glance at the swooning girl behind him, playing with the button on the sleeve he had rolled up to his elbow which was perched on her desk. She would chime in and lean closer, desperatly flirty and begging for the boys attention like the girl in the seat to the left of him, the one on the floor near where his feet should have been. Then there was the slew of other boys sitting on desks and chairs behind him. The conversations arond him swarmed and occasionally he would add something when spoken to. His left hand finally rose up off the desk behind him to his ashen colored hair making a sweep across the bangs then dropping under his chin and sweeping to his right ear, turning the slew of piercings it continued to drop back under his chin, slide along the studded collar around his neck, pull a few of the hanging silver cross necklaces then his tie and finally drop back limp near his side as his elbow hit the desk behind him. He rearanged his feet moving the right over the left causing a light jingle of chains in the passing, dozens of which were connected to his pants. The senior was the clear center of that little group and practically glowed. There was something warm and inviting about his looks. They were easy enough on the eye but every movement seemed so effortless, graceful but careless, dream and intentional. The attention was far from asked for yet nobody seemed to car he didn't want it. Last year Reita was a name quickly thrust into the gossip chain and somehow instead of it's value going down it went up. This year, he came back into the school as every girl's prince charming, every boy's standard or their dream to crush. He knew how to get on the teacher's goodside in an envying way. He had the brains, the smarts, the athletic talent but he kept it under wraps and assumed a rather quiet personality despite out going demands. In this school, to anybody important, this name was legend.
Reita had been in this class for what everyone assumed was easy credits and he let them think what they wanted, rumors only got worse when you tried to change people's mind. His adored lavendar eyes made a slow sweep of the room making a squint as he stopped on red headed Lucian. The boy's flustered, completely unglued entrance had caught only Reita's attention and unfortunately only for a second. He was lured back into his world by a presistant remark which caused him to smile and wave a fingerless gloved hand adorned with rings. "You know me..." He made a vague waving gesture at his head. He always faked that he was day dreaming about something when really he was peering outside this stupid little world to other people in the room. Something barely anybody he knew, knew how to do.
"Oh no!" It came nearly as one breath from them all. Retia's hand moved to his eyes as he tried to hide his dismay in what he knew was to come, an onslaught of compliments about how bright he was. Please.
[pahaha >_> his & her circumstances :3 so cute xD]
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Post by Dara on Aug 19, 2008 14:17:07 GMT -7
[My post is so gonna fail]
Morgan was framed by the doorway for a Moment or two, he studied his classmates. He spotted Reita almost immediately after all it was hard not to spot the teenager. You just looked for the crowd and Normally there he was. Morgan imagined he could hear one of the girls telling Reita about the Kiss, and the fight after. One or two of the girls certainly had the giggles, one thing that really irritated Morgan was a giggling blond female of any kind. He wasn't sure either but he thought he heard one trying to be clever singing ' Morgan and Lucien sitting in the tree.....Kissing' With a sigh he tried to ignore it.
Although he spotted Lucien almost immediately he tried to ignore him, and his entire presence in the classroom. The red head would only get the cold shoulder from the dark haired vampire. However hard that would be. Claiming the last seat nearest the door He willed the teacher to come and the Lesson to hurry up and start, so it would be over that must sooner. Today Morgan would be counting the time , wishing his day away , waiting for the final bell so he could go home legally and forget that this day ever happened, hoping b tomorrow the school would have some one else to gossip over instead of him.
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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 22, 2008 15:11:52 GMT -7
Lucian opened his eyes finally to focus them on the new presence barging into the classroom. For nor reason at all, the newcomer's presence hindered his thoughts quite prodigiously since Lucian seemed disoriented. His eyes swept along the borders of the walls and unto the threshold to fall upon of all guys in the class, Morgan. It brought an instant tinge to the vampire's parched cheeks. His head fell again inside his arms that cradled around his hair and wrapped around his head, keeping it hidden by a shield of crimson and his arms. How could mom attend this hell-hole? The boy already allured the bell ringing. He was dragged in like a fish in a reel. He had no other choice but to endure the different emotions.
Another emotion had also caught hindered his mind. His eyes tailed to look somewhere behind him between the gap from the desk to his arm to only spy on the popular demand of the whole school. It wasn't a surprise, but it made a deride escape from Lucian's lips, huffing back to pay attention to his own self-control. He was trapped right in the middle of either his fear or his dismay, caught into a self-woven demeanor. The only thing he could easily abide was the silence he could advocate for himself, to only be broken by a few comments running through people's heads which interrupted even his own thinking. His frail body began to shake a little more as instead, his arms snaked around his waist, trying to comfort himself and most of all, control himself from feeling other people's emotions. A fair 68.9 % of the class admired Reita, and the other remnants hated him. A fair left of 1% were just not paying attention, and the fear to tread was already winning him over just by even thinking about Morgan. It made his heart race faster than he could ever imagine, making the usual butterflies agitatedly flap inside his stomach which caused him to take a firm grip of his white, button-up shirt, pleading for class to already start.
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Post by Little Lion on Aug 22, 2008 18:14:05 GMT -7
[bahaha xD nice precentage. nobody made the bell ring right >_> good. xD
oh no... I forgot why I was here. >_> reita's supposed to like Morgan right... >_< I didn't just have to ask that xD]
After settling his upset peers, Reita sunk back into his seat and with a few more comments had gone off again to his own world. His lavendar eyes skipped around the room looking for particular people due to the conversations around him. It was another odd thing but Reita knew names while the scavengers adoring him knew what they wanted to and that was their made up nick names for people based on simple, spineless gossip. Reita looked over his left shoulder, his head taking a slight tilt back causing his mouth to fall open. His eyes were on the clock which told him he had a few minutes to spare. In a swift movment his head had turned back, his lips closing in a breif smile. Accompanied by a light jingle, his legs swept off the desk and the motion brought him to his feet. When Reita moved with out speaking, the swooners always gawked. The look of thought upon each ones face was horribly clear as their simple minds tried to work out what their Grace was doing. In an effortless stride, Reita had moved himself towards the back of the class room, silent except for the soft jingle of the silver chains. When he moved alone he had the wonderful skill of being nearly invisible unless you wanted to notice him. Reita stopped right infront of Morgan's desk, throwing his hands on either side, wrapping them on the edges and leaning forward. "You're new here, right?" He asked. The quick, almost intimidating move was reversed in shocking effect by an angelic softeness about his face which came about by a nearly clueless smile. "Your name is..." His eyes trailed down towards the desk and then back up. "Morgan?"
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Post by Dara on Aug 22, 2008 23:57:06 GMT -7
(nvm we can fix her simple Mistake but for reference star Morgan has been at school about 3 weeks and its Lucien's first day)
Morgan looked up at the sound of his name. Reita what did he want? Morgan was hardly in the Mood for conversation even for Reita. But he couldn't refuse, that would make him probably less popular then his earlier sin of Kissing Lucien earlier.
"Yeah I'm Morgan but I'm not that New" He answered the angelic Reita with cool clipped tones. There was no warmth to be found near the black haired teen "Sorry but on that score your gossips got it wrong Lucien's the New kid today" Morgan pointed out the red head just as if Reita was so simple he didn't know who was who in the class room. A soft smile crept on his face as he thought of the boy in question, it disappeared as fast as i had come when he remembered he'd blown it with the gorgeous red head.
The bell had began to ring summoning any stragglers to there classes "Hadn't you better reclaim your seat Rieta, the teacher will be here in a minute" He cautioned softly knowing Reita had a golden touch with the teachers so probably his warning was unneeded or unheeded.
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Post by Little Lion on Aug 23, 2008 17:02:13 GMT -7
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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 27, 2008 0:05:22 GMT -7
[why thank you xD rping for years in this school rp's pays off >_>]
A different emotion emerged into Lucian's head. It was the warmth emotion of Reita, but the emotion had given him a chiller sensation, more than he expected. He already hated the class, he hated being in big crowds, period. Being an empath didn't help the hatred, but was the imminent reason he had started to hate huge crowds or people in general. Being touched was one of his fears as well. No matter. Reita managed to hinder his demeanor, his crimson eyes trailing slowly. Why did it bother him that much that the popular gossip of the school had even crawled into his mind. His eyes had widened in surprise when he found the infamous angel in front of Morgan's desk. A faint blush was brought to his cheeks. He blinked several of times after furrowing his eyebrows back into the same scowl it had been before, berating away the thought of the two, looking vexed, but feeling morose. How could one boy mess up with his emotions and behavior so much? "Mmph," he huffed a mumbled sound at listening Morgan's condescending tone towards Reita. It vaguely brought a cornering, subtle smile to his pink lips, but diminished away when he watched the teacher scratch her chalk unto the board, lining the words "Romeo and Juliet" in cursive and bold. Beneath it, she kept scratching down, one word in particular made Lucian gulp down his own saliva prodigiously. "...M-Men... romance... p-play?" He stuttered the written words quietly to himself, watching the majority of the girls giggle and praise the decision, watching some boys groan in dismay, mock a disgusted gesture, scoff in anger or other hidden expressions, like a smirk of interest or a purse of the lips, liking the idea which made him gulp harder than before, scared now of what he was already starting to dread.
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Post by Little Lion on Aug 27, 2008 20:14:15 GMT -7
Reita stared at Morgan, uneffected by the half masked distaste for the other boy had for him. The chill rebuke to his 'mistake' hadn't phased him. He kept his prescense just as light as ever, barely there but all to real, all to consumingly watching, completely untouched by tension. "My gossip?" He asked the question somewhere between oblivious innocense and the wrongly accused who's morale had been dented. "Well..." His head made a half turn allowing soft silver hair to fall towards his eyes as they made a jumping glance towards the redheaded Lucian and back to Morgan. As the dark looking younger classmate threw out his empty warning, Reita's lavender eyes skimmed up to the clock and fell back on Morgan's eyes. "My gossip..." The words came with a little mocking distane as he slid his hands from the desk but before they left the platform they stopped. A smirk turned up at the corners of his lips setting a spark in his eyes unfitting for such an angel. "Only said the hot one was new." He rapped his knuckles on the edge of the desk before turning and slinking off to his seat, taking up a few notes poked towards him as to get the final talking in before it was to late. He knew the teacher would pay no heed that he was only now getting to his desk and she was self absorbed in her task of writing on her horrendous chalk board. There was a final clink and a jingle, singnaling that the chain covered, fabled prince had just slouched into his seat when the classroom came to life with whispers, giggles and groans. His eyes first went to the small group always surrounding him to see if they'd done something to cause it, as they typically did. Finding no answer in them he idly turned the note over in his fingers and turned his lavender hues towards the board. His eyebrows made a mild move upward in an expression reading 'oh' but it faded into boredum just like this was old news to him.
[>_> yus? i messed up my original post xD i was ticked]
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Post by Dara on Aug 30, 2008 13:59:28 GMT -7
"Yeah they were right hes hot but hes too ddamn straight" The dark haired teen Muttered paying little attension to his drama book. It was only when a cry came from behind him " Miss you should give the Lovers Part to Morgan and the New Kid after all they already Kissed" He didnt look round but he'd bet on it being one of Reitas fan girls.
His skin tinged with annoyance with just a hint of embrassment as he looked up at the blackboard reading the name of the Play. There was no escaping the class either. He didnt dare look at his paper with his assigned role. Wanting the role of Romeo only if Lucien was his Juliet but at the same time he didnt. What was he to do? He needed the passing grade in this class. He wished he could find an escape to the class and find his older sister Lenix she always held the right answer, had the right advice. But he was on his own this time.
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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 30, 2008 15:12:48 GMT -7
Glaring at the girl that had said the comment, Lucian's arms cradled over his waist as he sank into his chair, trying to hide himself and his blushes from the giggling girls and the snickering guys. His head had turned to only scold one other girl that had made an out of place comment.
"Or maybe Reita should be Romeo and one of the two kids that kiss should be Juliet."
Immediately, his eyes closed. "Ignorants.." he fumbled lowly, sinking deeper into the chair. Of course, he knew the teacher would agree to such a blasphemy he disgusted. Reita was everyone's favorite and that wouldn't change in the world. "Guh." He gagged, hiding himself by resting the rest of his exposed body unto the desk once again, which the teacher caught glimpse of in his majestic sulk. I remember when my mom and dad were the popular kids of the school... better than these pests. In general, poor Lucian referred mostly to Reita than Morgan for no particular reason. Even if his parents were once the existing Reita of now, it still disgusted him the drag of the school and how much shake he showed off like if everyone thought he was the best thing ever. Almost everyone did, of course, but there were the few ones--just like Lucian and possibly Morgan--that were the loyal few to beliefs. It seemed to be perpetual this class now. "LUCIAN!" With a quick shake, the red-headed boy came out of his own delirium to look up to the teacher granting her his attention. She quickly underlined the roles on the board which, unfortunately, Lucian got Juliet. "Oh m-man.." Lucian nervously said, afraid to even take a glance towards the other name. And thus his fear was already tread. Morgan had gotten the part of Romeo, but what is this? A new character had been added to ruin the lives of dear Romeo and Juliet, who'd be played by none other than... Reita. Lucian choked back into his chair, his arm seizing the sides of his seat.
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