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Post by pj on Nov 6, 2008 19:20:35 GMT -5
OOC. Open to anyone that wants to pop along =]]
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The pen balanced between his nose and lip making him for a funny sort of pout as he stared at it cross eyed, the world looked so strange when everything was doubled up but not when he was surrounded by books and, shudder, work. Peter was in-fact avers to work in all shapes and form, not that he was a lazy bastard...well ok just a small, tiny, little bit. A small cough behind him drew his attention away from the pen making drop and thud onto the wooden desk, Peter sheepishly looked up at the Liberian cross arms and a face which just had too much makeup on. Like polishing a turd, Peter fought of a childish laugh the troll of a woman looked down at him through unblinking eyes...to be honest it was kinda scary.
“And is this proper antiquate young man? hmm?” She spoke as one would image a snake would, very unpleasant indeed. Peter suppressed a shudder and shifted in his seat, “Well ma’am I’m not to sure it is.” He shrugged picking up the pen with nimble fingers and biting the lid, she continued to look at him staring him down with those snaky little eyes. “Okay okay!” He half raised his voice before pulling a near by book toward him, flipped it open and no particular page and began to ‘read’ the passage.
She just stood there for a minuet or two before shuffling along.
Peter looked over his shoulder with malice in his eyes, the coast was clear. The pen went back under his nose and the focus returned, really if he put half as effort into studying as this he’d be all A’s. Though he did feel a little bad because he was kinda letting Blaine down...sucks for him really didn’t it?
No that pretty fucking mean of him, the grading system was a piece of shit and everyone knew it. A frown spread across his face as he took the pen from its resting place and tapping it against the book -can you say hit me baby one more time!?-
The up stair stacks was usually the quieter place of the library, the desks here where nestled in-between stacks and stacks of books tucked away at the back, and usually you wouldn’t get bothered by the snake woman from hell. Peter sat there, the pen lightly clicking away thinking how boring his life must be when this, this crummy little haven, was the highlight of his day.
He let his head bang down on the book, he winced a little pain and let out a painful groan "ow..." but it was worth it.
It really was...
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Post by Sarah on Nov 8, 2008 11:38:49 GMT -5
Pale sapphires looked out from behind long bangs of bronze. Though, no matter how covered they seemed to be, he could still see the eye roll of the bitchy librarian. His own set rolled. First time in the damn place, and he was already getting looks. Figures.
He was to the back of the library in the short time it took his legs to carry him. Not even noticing another boy sitting at a back table, Claude turned to the rows of books to his right. He sighed, his eyes skimming over the titles. Then, he finally smiled, seeing one that was especially fit for him. "AP English, Literature and Composition For Dummies." He grinned, picking up the book. He cracked it open a page, and turned around once hearing a voice behind him.
His brows furrowed. One thing about being new to a school in your third year, you knew absolutely no one. Except for your room mate, and that didn't count. Especially considering the rough terms he was on with Jared.
Well, this was definitely a predicament for him. He wasn't the out going type who just walked up to any random person he didn't know, and introduced himself. Biting his lip slightly as he did so often, he walked over to where Peter sat. "Mind if I sit here?" He asked timidly. All the confidence he'd had early was washed away.
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Post by pj on Nov 8, 2008 11:56:31 GMT -5
Peter herd the light scuffling of feet but he refused to look at that fucking frog faced Librarian again so, you can see he would be surprised when a male voice spoke to him. Usually he'd be happy for a bit of company but his mood was foul, libraries always made him feel so...so claustrophobic. He tilted his head to the side and let his eyes focus on the boys face, "no I suppose I don't mind." He lifted his head up from the table and pushed a small smile at the boy, Peter may have been in a some what bad mood but that was no reason to take it out on anyone else.
The chair pushed back onto two legs, the pen pressed lightly against his legs as one hand lightly touched his forehead. That was going to leave a mark. "So whats that you got there anyways?" He questioned making a little small talk.
Usually Peter would have been all up for a good old conversation but, for some reason he'd lost the will power to care anymore. It must have the books sapping away his will to live, this place...this little prison. "That librarians a real cow," he spoke looking over his shoulder feeling the urge to vent. "She seriously needs to get lied or someting." Peter let himself smile at the last comment, childish I know but he couldn't help himself.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 8, 2008 12:09:08 GMT -5
Claude smiled slightly, and pulled a chair back and sat down. "Literature for Dummies," He answered, setting it down on the table. He looked the other boy over. Dark locks, fine eyes. Had he not been interested in girls, he would have been a great option. But, that was just the first impression, he knew nothing else.
He then chuckled, hearing about the old cow librarian. "Definitely. Sour puss," He muttered. "Probably couldn't get a guy, or girl for that matter, in bed if she paid them," He snickered slightly, relaxing. He propped his feet up on the chair on the opposite end of the table. "So, who are you?" He asked bluntly. "I'm Claude." Heck, Claude normally wasn't this open, but it was working out pretty well.
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Post by pj on Nov 8, 2008 12:33:19 GMT -5
Peter cock an eye brown, literature for dummies? "Well heck that sounds like the kinda shit I should be reading." His irish accent came out thicker than usual as his tone raised, the chair legs slammed back down on the ground before pulling the thick book he was reading close to him, Pete tapped the title of the book with one nimble finger. "The complete works of Shakespeare..." A sigh left his mouth, the book had little green postet notes sticking out the side with little notes on them. Now peter didn't do that because they where already there when he dragged the book back to the desk, they where a little godsend though when was studying for five minuets.
A small laugh left his mouth, "and I bet she's tried too." Peter said grinning before getting Claude's name, he couldn't quite put his finger on it but the name didn't seem to match the person. "Well nice to meet you Claude, I'm peter but some folks round here call me PJ." He offered with a quick smile before stretching his arms out to the side and cricking his neck, not that he had been working hard but he sure felt like he had been. "First year? Don't reckon I've seen you around here before." It annoyed him slightly, his voice sounded to Irish for his own good and he silently cursed his family for moving to that place...
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Post by Sarah on Nov 8, 2008 13:11:06 GMT -5
Claude nodded to the book as PJ sighed. Personally, being the slightest bit of a nerd that he was, he'd read some of Shakespeare, only Romeo and Juliet and a bit of Macbeth, and nothing more.
"Nice to meet you, too, PJ." He murmured in response, offering a small upturn of his lips at the corners as he smiled. He relaxed a little bit more. As long as things stayed calm and normal, he was golden. "Yep, first damn year in this blasted place," He muttered. He'd never wanted to come to this god damned place. But, everywhere had its advantage. At least he wasn't at the place he was forced to call home, whether he used it sarcastically or seriously.
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Post by pj on Nov 8, 2008 13:29:09 GMT -5
Peter laughed. "Let me guess you don't wanna be here, believe me I share your pain buddy," He smirked before hearing the shuffling of feet and his heart stopped for a couple seconds before seeing another boy roaming through the stacks of books, he let out huge sigh before turning back to Claude. "I got dropped off here a couple days early just so my fucking folks could go on holiday," he'd hated that, why couldn't they have just postponed it couple days? No because that would have shown they'd cared about him.
"Best just to make good on bad situation, coast through the year. Smoke lots of weed and have a ball." Peter said with a wicked little grin, so maybe he was just a little bit of a stoner though since coming here he hadn't had an opportunity really kick back and relax. "Just because they put you in this prison doesn't mean you have to care." He finished his little ran picking up the pen and biting the lid and a satisfied little look on his face.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 8, 2008 13:40:22 GMT -5
"No, I don't want to be here at all," He agreed, then stopped as well to look over his shoulder at the other boy. He turned back around, glad it wasn't the old cow. "I'm here because I'm a blemish on my family's social status," He rolled his eyes. Yeah, he caused it all. Vase broke in the hall? Claude did it. Dad lost his job? Claude did it. He was used to it, not that he liked it, of course.
Claude smiled a slightly daring smile. "I'll stick with getting wasted, and attempting to sneak a chick into an all guys' school," He muttered. That'd be a challenge, considering he wasn't much of anything, anyway. He wasn't this grand master who could do anything he wanted. Hell no, he couldn't even get laid, by a guy or girl for that matter. But, times change.
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Post by pj on Nov 8, 2008 13:52:36 GMT -5
"You too huh?" Peter replied about Claud been the blemish, "I was never best son in the world, lets see. I have a pretty bad criminal record, my parents have caught me have illicit sex in multiple rooms of the house and yeah...I'm the token black sheep of the family." He rolled his eyes, it was true he was the blackest of black sheep and scape goat, he didn't seem to get anything right and everyone back home pretty much took him for a joke.
"ooohh your bad ass." Peter light teased, "Good luck with the girl thing, it's hard enough sneaking a guy into your room after curfew never mind a girl. But if you need any help give me a call i'm always up for fucking with this place." He let out a small laugh just hearing how totally stupid he sounded, who was? the bird man from Alcatras? New thing he'll be planning a brake out or riot! It was in-fact an obscure thought that made his lips curl into stupid grin.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 8, 2008 14:00:58 GMT -5
Claude sighed, but nodded. "You bet. I'm a dumbass just for being born," He chuckled slightly. "But hey, root for the under dog, right?" He smiled just the tiniest bit. This was the best introduction he'd made with anyone here so far, and it was a relief.
Claude's lips formed a devious smile. "Hell yeah. Biggest bad ass you'll ever meet," He rolled his eyes. "But, yeah, I'll give you a call if I can pick up a girl at all," He chuckled. "Partners in crime?" He asked, holding out his hand in an overly dramatic way to handshake, to seal the so called deal.
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Post by Anna on Nov 8, 2008 14:20:12 GMT -5
Sebastien was bored. The kind of itching-bored that came with being stuck within four walls for way too long, and wearing a too-tight tie that threatened to cut off his circulation. Well, he mused, and maybe from not touching another human being for two whole days.
He reached up and tugged at the knot, loosening it slightly. Even the touch of his own finger on the delicate flesh of his neck made him shiver slightly. Two days, in Sebastien's book, was too long.
He smiled slightly, wondering what this school was already doing to him. Usually he didn't need it this much. Maybe he was just particularly antsy. He shrugged it off, decidedly putting his hands into his pockets instead of on his own skin.
Being bored and restless was not a good feeling. It didn't happen often, but when it did, Sebastien could barely function for want of something interesting.
At the moment, he was wandering around Eddingborough. He'd decided to let the situation with Dasi cool down before returning to his dorm room. He wasn't sure exactly how he'd come off -- not well, obviously. But aside from that? He didn't know if his joking had been too blunt, or what.
He turned into the library, a gorgeous vast room that he'd explored earlier. It was mostly empty, which was surprising. Surrounded by Edding-nerds, he expected to the room to be teeming with over-acheiving studiers. But there were just three people -- a toadlike librarian (oh, wasn't that surprising), and two boys in the corner.
Operation Find Something to Do, mostly successful.
He sat down at the table with a friendly 'hey', without first waiting to be invited. He leaned on his elbows. "Sebastien," he introduced, with a grin. "Isn't it a bit too early to be striking deals? You don't know who you're dealing with yet."
Sebastien hoped it wasn't his type of deal. He didn't want to share his business.
He noticed then the complete works of Shakespeare under Peter's elbow. He nodded at it. "Good choice. I wouldn't be surprised if we have a few Viola's running around Eddingborough. I just met this kid, Ernest, at breakfast, and I swear he's secretly a girl."
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Post by pj on Nov 8, 2008 14:40:27 GMT -5
Peter laughed at Claude's comment before shaking his hand, "You got yourself a deal bad ass-" someone else's voice sounded from next to him making him jump slightly, he tilted his head toward the intruder nodding his head slightly with a strange 'yeah ok' smile on his face. Christ, he hated rude people. The kind of people that just think they have to inject themselves into very conversation. A crooked smile formed on his lips as Seb mentioned something about a deal, with on eye brow raised he turned to the curious fello. "I've already offered to share my dope." He said bluntly no bothering to lower his voice, though Peter wasn't in the business of dealing. He'd already been busted on that too to many have not learn his lesson.
Suddenly his body tensed as he heard a familiar name, Ernest. That strange little kid he couldn't help but a have just a small soft spot for, he tried to make his body body relax a bit by turning back to Claud. "You should watch what you say about people Sebastian." He said in a slightly warning tone as much as Ernest frustrated him he didn't like hear Seb put him down, though by default there was something about Seb that made him take a disliking to him...it wasn't the Ernest thing, it was just a feeling.
"Shouldn't someone like yourself be finding some poor unfortunate soul to steal?" Peter said without looking at Seb, he knew why he didn't like him. He'd heard some guys talking about him, Peter didn't catch the whole of the convocation though so maybe he was been a little bit of a hypocrite, he cursed himself under his breath and ran hand through his hair feeling just a tad uncomfortable.
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Post by charlie on Nov 8, 2008 14:45:00 GMT -5
The library was a quiet place, right? A nice place. The place where...where someone could read. Right? Nobody was going to follow him in there, it wasn't a bad place. He certainly wasn't going to come running after him, wondering where he had been and why they had broken up and if he could 'just please stay with me for dinner because I'm so lonely'.
But Dasi had heard this excuse before, and he walked through the library doors with his face pale and clammy and his hands uncharacteristically shaking.
He had seen none other than Akel, in fact, who he hadn't seen in months. The same Akel who had gone to his school before the summer holidays, before Eddingborough.
The same Akel who had been his lover.
The thought of that word - something Dasi hadn't touched upon in his mind for a very, very long while - caused a mixture of nausea and dread to promptly tear his insides apart. After a 'heated argument' (which, in fact, turned out to be quite heated near the end) with his soon-to-be-hated roommate, Sebastien, the other had left and he was left to sit alone in the quiet and lonely room to try and put his clothes back on without silently fuming too much.
From there, he had neatly finished putting things where they should've been. Calm, orderly. Something that helped cool his head. And then, after several moments of quiet thinking time, he had hopped up as a completely different person in order to walk out of his dorm's door, and to go towards the courtyard...only to be stopped in his tracks by a familiar, beautiful face. A face that he had seen countless times - first at little parties, social events with his friends - then in his classrooms, by his locker, by his side, in his bedroom. It was enough to cause Dasi to turn straight on his heel and march straight away, the paranoid feeling that someone was following him going all the way until those library doors.
In fact, Akel had seen Dasi. He had instantly smiled, perked up, tried to call to the brunette; it was only several seconds later that he was standing up, trying to go after the other when the dark-haired male had paled and hurried away.
So now this was the reason why Dasi was sitting at a table in the back of the large room, surrounded by the musty scent of books and feeling like a terrific coward.
In truth, Akel and Dasi had separated because apparently, Dasi hadn't been 'pleasant' enough to be around with anymore, other than the occasional fuck on a night where Akel couldn't get anyone in his bed. He would then proceed to drag himself away from the male's room, towards his own house, take a shower, and collapse in a tired heap on his bed as his body took its toll on all of the physical strain from a cheap one night stand.
Even now, months later, Dasi's neck prickled with shame as he bit his lip - a sure sign that he was thinking of unpleasant things - and he bowed his head in self-disgust while dark eyes stared sightlessly at the random book in his lap that he had yanked absently from the bookshelf on the way to his seat. Hopefully, things would still be normal here.
Hopefully, Akel would get the hint.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 8, 2008 14:58:48 GMT -5
Claude at first smiled and laughed as their hands shook, before it faltered with the arrival of a new boy. His stare became blank, revealing no emotion. "Uh, hey," He murmured, and rose a brow. That wasnt weird at all... Now, he watched Seb closely, wondering who the heck he really was. Personally, he seemed like the kind of guy he didnt care for. With the mentioning of another boy, helped him decide. Seb wasnt his kind of guy, or as far as he could tell right now.
Regaining a bit of composure, Claude shrugged. He'd play it as if he was the dumbass he was claimed to be. "Yeah, its a bit early, but I'll take my chances," He murmured. Yeah, first impressions were hard to come by. With that, he fell silent, wondering exactly what he could do to repair the sitiuation
Maybe, if he could distract himself. Rather looking at Peter or Sebastien, he turned his head, and spotted another boy at the table behind them. Sure, there was the distraction, but how to persue it? Chewing on his lip, he pushed his chair back, and stood. "Uh, see you later, PJ." He murmured, picking up his 'For Dummies' book, and walked further back, to where Dasi sat. "Mind if I sit here?" He asked timidly. Wow, he was going for two, almost three, first impressions in one day?
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Post by Anna on Nov 8, 2008 15:16:20 GMT -5
The feeling of disapproval as he sat down was tangible, and it made Sebastien reel slightly. He hadn't realized that he'd been committing some great crime by sitting himself down. He wasn't a great fan of small talk.
The corner of his lip quirked at the first boy. "Sharing your dope gets messy. Just saying. But sorry about just jumping in like this," he said, slightly taken aback by both boys' reactions. "I was only joking. I'm just really bored, and when I was growing up, I'd always have to learn to deal with boredom at my parent's parties. It was kind of like, jump into a conversation or sit in a corner by yourself."
He paused, and shook his hair out of his face. "I seem to be sucking at first impressions. My roommate already hates me. I'm not trying to make enemies, I promise. How're you guys getting on with your roommates?"
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