Originally posted by Temp3r(( 😆 well we have blocks to, block sched? with skipped classes? ))
~Whoops, I meant what period it is. We called them blocks at our school, I got into the habit of calling them that. Besides, asking a girl "When's does your next period start?" always sounded a bit funny to me 😛.~
Originally posted by Puddin PopTianna smiles at Robert and nods.
Gala was very tense and looked at Tianna. "Forget it.." Tianna sighs writing more notes. Glala sighs she never met anyone like Robert. "Fine."
She wrote back - It's fine I know how you feel I used to get picked on...if anyone bothers you say that I have your back and expect me to talk to them...only if you want if you don't then forget what I wrote in the first place.
Tianna gave the note to Robert and smiles that the teacher didn't see her pass the note. Gala looked at Tianna and smiles...Tianna makes friends with everyone she thought.
Out of the corner of her eye, Reality watched as the boy handed Reven some paper. Most likely notes. She chose to ignore it seeing that it was something that happened to everybody on a daily basis. She just focused on her drawing. There was a pause of silence for a moment before Reven mentioned about the cuts and scars. She never truly understood why people cut themselves. Most usually said because their life sucked and they wanted to die. But most of them never turly knew what they meant. They were the ones who got mad because their parents took down all their favorite posters. But at least they had parents. At least they weren't abandoned at the age of 14. Nearly an age old enough to be let wander around a mall without being constantly followed and asked by security guards if she was 17 with an ID. Then again, she didn't knwo them, nor' went on in their heads, and she left everything at ease. She hated being a hypocrite. But with all she's been through, she never once layed a scar purposely on her wrist. Maybe once of twice out of design boredom. But not for reasons others stated for. And for Reven's reason, she though to leave that out of it. For fear that bringing up his past would ruin his present. The moment now.
While she thought, Reven dug through his bag. By the time her thoughts ceased, her eyes fell upon the little black box layed upon her desk by his hands. Though her body didn't jump for joy, she tilted her head up enough for her eyes to take a good look at it. Loose strands of hair fell into her face that she didn't bother to move for she knew they would just go back into place. She admired the little black box as it sat in front of her. Just sat there.
Reality got lost in the beatiful design and engravings across the box. Though she felt Reven's eyes lift from her, and as quick as they went, it seemed they were back in a heart beat. His hand moved towards the little black box as he revealed its insides. A small dancing figure spun in circles continuously as the sound of Beethoven sprang from somewhere inside the box. A smile curved in the corner of Reality's mouth as she watched the beautifyl little ballerina dance for its eternity. Dance to the music of its life.
Never before had she been given something so beautiful or anything at all for that matter. Besides money her Aunt used to give to her to buy from the store. But this was far beyond lending money. This was something she never would have dreamed of recieving. As a little girl, she always used to stand with her hands and face pressed up against the window of the old toy store just to gaze upon these little boxes. She never really noticed how long she stood there until her parents would call her. She stopped the admiration from the windows when her parents died. They had promised to buy her one for her next birthday but ended up leaving quicker than they had planned. But there in front of her eyes were the memories of a long forgotten childhood she chose to ignore. Due to the consequences. She loved the feeling it gave her. Though some people, a moment like this would burst them into tears from the memories, this only gave her more to live for. Spur of the moment kind of things. To live for the times you would least expect something like this to happen.
As soon as Reality began to drown in her thoughts, she quickly resurfaced as Reven's voice soothed her mind. His words seemed sincere. And maybe they were. But Reality wasn't sure. She couldn't tell. She couldn't decipher the meaning in his tone. But the thought of true sincerity surrounded her and she took it in as that and hopefully that alone. Those words were new to her. She had held them in her vocabulary, but only to say within her own mind and never from someone else except the boy that caused her year-long sleep. Though she loved the swirling feeling in the crevace of her chest and the soaring through her stomach, the thought alone of what might happen scared her. Yet for some reason, she tried not to bother with the fact of future. Only to let things go as they come. Reality wasn't one to plan too far ahead. Just for the moment.
Next thing Reality knew, she was gazing into his blue eyes ((I hope I got that right. You mentioned Blue orbs. Pardon the mistake if I got it wrong)). She stared into them, only her head moved, her hands remained on the sketch in her lap, her eyes, in the gaze of something she couldn't decipher. She swallowed the little saliva that had built up in her mouth, he smiled. Her eyes widened for a moment as she turned her eyes towards something else so something inevitable didn't happen. For some reason, Reality could never really gaze into someones eyes for too long. She could talk and look, but not gaze. Especially not a gaze like this. Because she always knew what would happen. And she would prevent that, by any means, from happening. She passionately disliked that feeling of what she knew would happen. So she denied it and focused on a piece of dust, dancing in the air conditioned wind in the room.
He let her chin go as soon as she looked away. She hoped he didn't notice. She didn't want him to feel insecure or hesitant around her. She just wanted comfort, for the both of them.
As she took a few breathes for a moment, she closed her eyes and thoughts for a moment, only to clear her mind and focus upon her breathing. when she opened her eyes, shockingly, they remained the same charcoal grey color they had been and not the ash blue. She had obviously decided to let Reality take this upon her own. Reality returned to her sketch, adding some touches to the eyes and background. As she did, it seemed that two others had focused their attention in on Reven.
He repeated his name for the two. He replaced the sunglasses to his face as he began interactiong. ((Wow, I don't think I've used that word in that kind of sentence before. Haha. Funny)) Reality was rather amazed at the attention her recieved. Not to be stereotypical, but it seemed as he would be the kind of guy that people would passionately like to ignore. Not willingly communicate and so forth. But Reality didn't truly know them, so she tried to stay from that matter. Thought strangely, as quick as the attention arrived, it seemed to have left him. Just sitting there.
Reality sat up straight then closed her sketchbook, looking at the clock as she placed her book back into her bag. Just a few more minutes until her next class. ((Okay, so are we going into 5th or 6th block/period)) She glanced over at Reven. who seemed to be taking notes from the board or writing something down. She wondered if he would be the kind to take an interest to her stories. ((I have a site hosting them if anyone would like to check them out. They're rather good as I quote from what others say. ^_^ My favorite being Tears of Blood)) She placed her elbow on her knee and her chin in her palm as she watched him, studying him a bit more. There were things about her she couldn't seem to figure out. Though she knew she would let him keep his stories written upon his arms to himself. His secret. She most definitely did not want to pry upon his life. Her head titled as she began to watch the pen/pencil in his hand scratch upon the paper. The sound of the scratching soon became the only thing voicing through her head. She moved her eyes to his mouth, which seemed to bite just ever-so-slightly on his lip. His breathing joined the scratches. Why did she find herself so interested in him? What was so different about him, besides his vampire teeth and unique choice of clothing, that made her want to stick with him?
Inhale. Scratch scratch. Exhale. Scratch. Inhale. Scratch Scratch Scratch. Exhale.
The beat of the sound imprinted itself in her ears as she watched him, taking every piece of him in. From his dark strands of hair, to the faint discoloring on his hidden wrists. His hidden blue gaze behind his black sunglasses shrouded in a thick black outline. ((I have to say, out of complete radomness, Guys that wear eyeliner happen to be really hott/awesome)) His black lips with a hint of a white chip protruding from beneath his top lip to secure the bottom. ((Biting ever so lightly on his bottom lip. Just though I would clear that up since it sounded a bit wierd even as I typed it.))
(I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting like that. My computer is messed up. )
Trey stumbled upon Jem. As he noticed her and smiled, " Yeah, I'm new here.. " Trey said, and then smiled. " Thanks.." He said and then got up, " I'm Trey by the way. " He said, and then watched as the jock that pushed him before stepped on his papers. " Hey watch it! " Trey said, as the guy turned around, 3 friends behind him. " What did you say? " He said, as Trey looked at him. " I said watch it. " The guy punches him in the face, " Son of a.." And then Trey was hit in the jaw, as he stumbled back. A crowd of people screaming " Fight fight fight! " They were immature, and yet all people are. Trey grabbed the man and pushed him into the lockers. Hitting him in the stomach . He gets grabbed by the guys friends and they start punching,kicking him. He was on the floor, bruised up. " One rule don't talk back to these jocks." He said as they continued hitting. Until the crowd went away. He stumbled on getting up, as he got up. Trey looked at the one that helped him pick up his papers. He threw away the papers, As Trey walked away. Wiping the blood off his face.
((ooc: outof complete randomness ... it depents how said eyeliner is done. In my case its never anything special, just a line underneat the eye, bit of mascara to add the darker tone and to make the eyes seem deeper then they are. On another note I'd be glad to read your stories. You are a wonderfull roleplayer))
As the two girls left, before he could tell them that indeed they had been disturbing him, he grinned slightly, shook his head and sighted. He stared up at the blackboard for a short while before automaticly his eyes were drawn by Realities presence once more. Why was he so weak? what was it about her wich made him almost want to lose everything he had so slowly built up?
He knew that such attraction made one weak, vulnerable. It was natural as when someone felt attracted to someone they indeed began to lose all those carefully built up walls around their heart, there came a crack in them and slowly, very slowly the light of an others presence began to flood though it into the temple wich was your darkness, lighting it, carrying the fragile being inside up to a greater light
poetic ... too poetic. As the light did also scorch in his case, he had never risen to love not to be burned alive by it. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned his head once more. No he wasn't exactly subtle in his glances. Why should he be in the end. Yet what he did next could very well ruin all of it, or show her that it wasnt her but him. That if she held on she could set him free and raise him above all of this. If she truely wanted him that she never had to speak a word of it, just continue as she did now.
The lesson had finished very swiftly, closing his backpack he sighed a bit at what he was planning on doing, swallowing hard as this had been so long, he had never done anything quite like it and it was enough even to make him nervous at the thought of causing another wich had become so ... special ... to him pain. They had only known eachother a short while, yet there was something mutual, he could almost taste it.
Standing slowly he turned to her and placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead. biting his bottom lip at his own weakness at not kissing her lips as he had planned there was a small voice though telling him that it wasn't that time yet, that he couldn't do it.
"I know this wonderfull diner ... would you please join me. I would like to ... have this peace ... for a little while longer after school"
he smiled again, yet this time it was a smile more of hope then anything else. The calmness about him was still there though, in his stance, in his way of speaking, his breathing. Nothing hinted at the mess his thoughts had become, and nothing showed the silent wish as indeed he enjoyed the feeling she gave him. Strange to have lived so long thinking one knew peace, but never till meeting a stranger actually feeling it. Perhaps it was suppose to happen like this, like in one of those soaps yet without the drama. He was done with drama, to much of that was in his past
How could he begin to explain that the scars weren't outof anger at his parrents, that he had never been able to respect his father and had never known his mother. His father had been so shocked that he had left the camera on he had been using to film the birth, that at the age of 16 he had found and had watched the tape, had seen his own mother die by giving him life. the thought braught tears to his eyes till he stood to make sure she didn't notice it. He was pulled back to reality by shouting in the hallway
"please Reality ... wait here ... I ... will be right back"
he didn't want her to get involved, didn't want her to see how he dispised jocks and their beating up of others, walking from the classroom he glanced at the bruised and beaten up boy for just a moment, touching his chest with his right hand before he walked to the jocks, 3 of them. Hardly a challenge ... he had taken bigger ones.
"I hear ... you enjoy beating up those weaker then yourself"
his words were a whisper, yet this time they held something strange, almost menacing. He would lose Reality's respect by this perhaps, yet he had to make a stand and teach those who found it 'strong' to beat up weaker people that it was indeed weakness.
as the leader turned Reven braught his fist to the guys face, as the fist connected he grabbed the guy by the balls lifted him and held him to a locker, glancing back to the guys friends as he squeezed down hard
"tell them to back away"
the boy screamed from pain as pointy nails dug into his neck and the other hand crushed his balls, somehow however his friends got the message and began to back away, as Reven let go of the other boy he however grabbed hold of his shirt and trying to bring Reven closer for a better punch he tore it open. A pale muscular chest revealed, holding various scars, one significant one however read 'Sara', accross the heart
Trey went in the bathroom. Washing off the blood, he looked himself at the mirror. " Why do I let others pick on me, I'm bigger then them! " He said. Slamming his fist against the mirror. As it cracked. He then got out of the bathroom. Holding a piece of glass in his hand. He walked towards the kid that beat him up. " Hey, I have something of yours.." Trey said, as he plunged the glass in his ribs. Countless times in his ribs. The guy, wide-eyed, he fell to the ground when the other kid was beating the jock up. Trey ran out of the school and into his car. Driving off.
((ooc: I am going to mode a little bit, as it is impossible to react to a post where someone is killed in without drawing in a whole lot of drama noone would get better from))
As from the corner of his eye he saw the guy approach with a piece of glass he was able to trow asside the jock the piece of glass cut his own chest, staring at the guy as he walked off he quickly trew his own hand over his chest, the fresh cut bleeding furociously. Why had he just done that? why had he not just let the jock die?
he bowed his head as the crowd gathered, taking a deep painfull breath as his fingers moved over the wound, feeling a piece of glass stick out he began to sink down against the locker. breathing heavely as he pulled out the piece of glass wich had hooked underneat the skin. Drawing in a painfull breath, his world began to spin as the tropping sensation rose up higher and higher.
his right hand still grasping at the wound wich was not to deep, it just had to be bandaged, it was the shock of the cut and the pain breathing braught forward wich caused him to spin ... how long had it been ... a year ... more then a year since last he had felt the pain of a cut.
the most pressing though however was ... what if Reality saw him here, what if she had seen what he had done? Would she lose respect for him? hate him for doing this, for having done this? not understand why
he closed his eyes ... big mistake as when he opened them again his world spun more and harder, causing him to have trouble rising to his feet. an outstretched hand helping him though, the jock, holding out a moist towel. Reven nodded as he took it, putting it over his chest and picking up the backpack
He chose to walk away from the school ... yes he loved the girl who had shown him kindness, cared for her. And perhaps others would tell her what had happened here. Leaving his backpack, he simply didn't think of it, he walked outof the hallway
((Um, yeah, I'm totally not gonna read that entire post. It's way too long.))
Jem stepped back from the scene with a look of horror on her face. There was blood everywhere. On the lockers and all over the floor. Jem grabbed her stomach, and thinking she might pass out, grabbed the shoulder of the person closest to her. "Uhh, uh... Sorry," she mumbled. She ran into the bathroom, thinking she was going to throw up. She washed her face and stood in front of the sink for a few moments.
As soon as class ended Tianna and Gala ran out. "Oh...God!" Gala screamed. Tianna looked around her face pale, she seen worse but it wasn't right...not in a school. "This is so sick..." Gala said for Tianna who was speechless. "In a school...this happening...no." Tianna found words but...not the ones that she felt like saying. Gala shakes her head. "I gotta puke." Gala ran to the bathroom, Tianna waited out of the stall for Gala.