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Post by snarky on Nov 23, 2008 16:54:24 GMT -5
He could feel the adrelanine starting to rush through his own body as he listened to Claude. Well..not really listening..he was more paying attention to his body, not wanting to be hit unexpectadly.
He smirked as Claude bit his lip, glad that he was causing him some amount of pain. He started to make a snide remark about his 'heroin nails' but just then he saw Claude's arm tense. His head snapped back some, hitting the tree hard and he bit his own lip to keep from crying out. He couldn't help it as his back his the tree next, the breath being knocked out of him, though he managed to keep himself upright.
Suddenly he leapt towards Claude, his nails digging into his shoulders harshly. He brought his knee up hard and fast, nearly jumping as he did so, straight into Claude's groin just about as hard as he could with the wind still knocked out of him. "Not for long" he grunted into Claude's ear. No, he didn't fight clean. What was the point in that? Throw a few punches, usually end up on the floor one way or another. It was repetative and boring. Now, hitting below the belt usually spiced things up, made something happen. And he was willing to deal with the consequences, not that he was thinking of that at the time. All he knew was that he wanted Claude to be in pain, and he didn't even know why.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 23, 2008 17:02:55 GMT -5
Claude had his lip bitten in order to keep from cursing, but it did no good when Klint's knee made contact with his king kongs. "Fucker!" Claude said, his knees weakening and hitting the grass, his legs pulled close together. That Jack ass.
He could have ended the fight himself if he would have just done that. But, what exactly was fair in fighting? It was a matter of who did what when, and Klint played dirty, ending the fight before it really began. He fought like a girl.
Claude's face hit the grass, not even lifting it to glare at Klint. Damn. That guy got him good. Lucky thing that he never used his nuts for much of anything. Claude wasnt a religious man, but he figured he'd definately believe in God, if lightning was to hit Klint right that second. Knock him dead. Until then, he'd be the sinner he was, daring for anything to change.
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Post by snarky on Nov 23, 2008 17:27:46 GMT -5
Klint took a step back, both of his eyebrows raised as he watched Claude fall to his knees. He snorted some, following his decent until Claude hit the ground. Struggling to keep his face straight, of which he did a pathetic job as there was a large grin plastered on it, he sat down about two feet from him.
He wrapped his arms around his knees, his body visibly shaking as he laughed quietly to himself. Struggling to regain his composure, it took him a few moments to be able to talk without laughing. "You okay?" he asked simply, not caring if he was the one who had caused Claude all this pain in the first place.
He sighed, able to control himself fully, feeling rather silly for losing control in the first place. He stretched his legs out, resting on his elbows as he waited for Claude to recover. God..this guy was pathetic. He was already on the ground, for Christs sake. He continued to think like this, completely disregarding the fact that a knee to the groin hurts like hell, instead reveling in the fact he actually got him on the ground.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 23, 2008 17:32:14 GMT -5
Claude's eyes that had been closed, opened, and he propped his chin up to face Kint. "Where the hell have you been?!" He muttered, brows furrowing. The guy had just kneed him for crying out loud! "How fucking okay do you expect me to be?!"
Yes, right now, Claude was determined that Klint was transsexual. First off, the mood swings. Then, kneeing him in the nuts. If that wasnt feminine, he supposed that he didnt know a single girl all his life. Klint had to be transsexual, that was the only reason Claude could find.
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Post by snarky on Nov 30, 2008 21:31:47 GMT -5
Klint looked rather taken aback at Claude's responce. Sure, he had just kneed the guy in the balls, but couldn't he get over that? Did he have to be such a pansy about it? Why did Klint care so much? He frowned some, looking at Claude intently. He supposed that it was probably just some part of him that still wanted to be freinds with claude, though it was such a miniscule feeling that even he wouldn't be able to point it out. He sighed, arching a brow as he let his head fall back, blowing his bangs out of his eyes idly. "mmm..sorry?" he said half heartedly, not noticing the sarcasm he had laced around the sentence, apparently feeling more contempt about Claude than reasonable.
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Post by Sarah on Dec 7, 2008 17:41:56 GMT -5
To put simply, Claude could be a wuss sometimes. A whiney little baby. One of which, he was, when he was in pain. But, he was more pissed than injured right this second. And, Klint's response, whether meaning to hold that much sarcasm or not, just pushed him further. Slowly, Claude sat up, positively glaring at Klint. What had he done to him? Nothing, at first, until he flicked out his butt.
"Mmm...sorry?" He repeated, eyes rolling. Well, he was bigger than the guy, why not take his chances. Injured or not, Claude sprang from where he sat, to where he had knocked Klint down, holding his wrists to the ground. "How do you like that for sorry?!" Ooh, the hangover was talking for him now.
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Post by snarky on Dec 7, 2008 19:30:11 GMT -5
"Well would you like me to mean it or not?" the younger boy asked innocently enough, glancing nonchalantly at Claude. He shifted some, his legs bent as if he was about to get up himself as Claude finally sat up. He was hardly listening to his words as he watched Claude shift, and with a sudden jolt to his stomache and a narrowing of his stormy grey eyes, he knew what Claude was about to do. With a grunt, The smaller boy threw himself backwards; a second to late.
With a rough gasp as his head hit the grass hard. He struggled in a confused state for a second, his legs kicking out uselessy as he found himself underneath Claude. A sense of claustrophobia washed over him as he felt the weight of the other pressing against him; he tried in vain to pull away from him but found that he couldn't move his hands. His breathing suddenly became shallow and quick as he fought to stay calm, succeeding only after a few moments of senseless blathering.?
"Sorry..?" he said again, this time sounding much more geniun, though it was more to protect himself than anything, and after a moment he wished he hadn't said anything. It was obvious he wasn't sorry for anything at all.
He bit his lip, his grey eyes widening as he realised he had been pressing against Claude this whole time. Fuck. This was a really...really bad time for hormones right now... With a startled pause of his breath, he forced himself to stop, though it took more effort than it had to calm himself down. He looked up at Claude sheepishly, praying that he hadn't noticed that either.
"uh" he said shakily after a few moments, suddenly finding it hard to tear his gaze from Claude's bright blue eyes. "shit" he muttered under his breath, forcing himself to look away...instead focusing on Claude's lips. Oh..yeah.. like that was any better. He swallowed hard, closing his eyes for a few moments.
What the fuck was going on?!?
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Post by Sarah on Dec 7, 2008 20:16:00 GMT -5
Oh yeah. Claude liked being huger than the other. It brought a great sense of appeal. More than Klint would know. He had been in his position so many times, but he was happy to be on the winning team for once. "Yeah, I want you to mean it." He rolled his blue eyes that Klint had been focusing heavily on, just he hadnt noticed, not quite yet. "Otherwise you wouldnt be here, now would you?" He inclined a dark brow, still holding tight on to his wrists as he squirmed.
His next apology, though genuine, forced a bubbly chuckle up Claude's throat. That was the best he had? Oh, and under pressure too. Under the pressure of his body weight, and under the pressure of impressing him so that he wasnt atop him any longer. Eyes rolled once again. It seemed like his trademark action, by now.
But, this new found body heat, he had to admit, was unexpected. What the fuck?! Okay, Claude would expect that Klint would be clinging as close as he could to the ground by now, not as close as he could to the attacker. Was every guy at Eddingborough screwed up? It sure seemed that way. But, Claude tried to keep it so that his expression wasnt thoughtful, though he was. This guy made no sense.
Who was he kidding? This wasnt Claude Kepp. This was Claude Kepp on hangover. Shit. That meant he really couldnt pound this guy into oblivion. He especially couldnt when he noticed how intensly the other was staring at him. Not even glaring, but giving him a once over. Oh, damn. Seeing how Klint was uncomfortable, Claude started to pay close attention to himself. So, a pair of gray eyes, staring back. Dark hair, round full lips...
No!
This was not how things were supposed to go. Claude wasnt supposed be be into that!
Only, he was.So not fair. Lips pressed into a hard line. How could he hate this guy now? 'Just remember that, you know, throbbing pain down south!' He thought. Yeah, that brought the hatred back. But, not its full blast. Claude pulled a fist back, and hit Klint square along the jaw. Unfortunately, he couldnt say that it was with full power, he couldnt force that.
But, such a pretty face demanded at least one flaw.
With a grunt, he pushed himself up off Klint, about to roll off of him on to his other side in the grass, before stopping himself, his stare shifting from a glare, to intrigued for a moment.
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Post by snarky on Dec 7, 2008 21:13:12 GMT -5
He squirmed as he could feel Claude looking at him...this time not with the anger that was there only moments before...but with a certain interest. He growled something incoherintly, opening his eyes at exactly the wrong moment. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw Claude draw his fist back, and he automaticly tensed his whole body until it almost hurt, having expected Claude to hit him alot harder than he did. His head barely hit the ground..though..not to say that it didn't hurt.
He closed his eyes, his head turned up at an awkard angle, expecting to get beaten to a pulp at that very moment. He opened his eyes once more, this time a tad bit more hesitatntly as he felt Claude shift. He expected that he had gotten off, so he was rather surprised to find that he could still feel the other's body heat and how he still couldn't really get up.
He looked up at Claude accusingly, suddenly realising that one arm was free. "aw you motherfucker" he growled, suddenly swiniging his arm towards Claude's face. The light crack that it made as his fist made contanct just under the other's jaw didn't satisfy him, though it was the best that he could do while lying on his back. He wasn't sure why he had just punched Claude..it would probably end up in him getting hurt more..
He really just needed a distraction from Claude's face. He felt a pang of guilt even as he thought about it...Jesus christ. Wasn't Peter enough? or did he have to go around like all the other boys here and fuck everyone he saw?
He cringed at the thought, before suddenly coming back down to earth. His brow furrowed as he looked intently up at Claude, unable to decide wiether he should be glaring or just staring in awe up at that that face..at those fucking eyes. He shook his head. Stop it. Stopstopstopstop. This wasn't right....
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Post by Sarah on Dec 8, 2008 7:14:52 GMT -5
All is fair in love and war.
But, last time he checked, this wasn't either of them!
If this was war, Claude would have knocked Klint's block off, would have made it hurt. Would have put some serious force behind that bad boy. If this was 'love', (Claude wouldn't allow himself to even imagine it) Then he wouldn't have hit the guy at all. Would have been locked with a pair of round...full... lucious... No!! Bad Boy, Claude! No imagining kissing your enemies!
Ha, and to think he wasnt even this screwed up a couple days ago. It was so easy to link all of Claude's problems back to Kida, some how. Even now, with Boy-Wonder no where near, he could blame him openly. 'Yep, if Kiddo would have just given up and not attacked me, I wouldn't be ready to swap spit here with Smoke Stacks.'
So, moments of awe, equal bad. Especially, if the person looking at the other with fascination accidental frees one of the other's hands. Then, you're screwed. Any questions? A light gasp sounded when fist made contact with face. To put honestly, Claude hadn't expected it. Klint was just unpredictable, as were a lot of boys here in Eddingborough. Why couldn't anyone be a Color-by-numbers guy? Someone he could figure out? No, people weren't that simple.
But, they should be that simple.
A hand clutched at his jaw, where Klint hit him. Damn. Bitch could hit. And, that was something Claude couldn't deny. Even right where he was positioned, he could throw one. "Nice punch, jack ass." He mumbled, rubbing his jaw. He only soothed his pain for a moment, before rolling back over, smirking as he pressed his weight down on Klint again, pinning him.
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Post by snarky on Dec 14, 2008 14:55:35 GMT -5
As he watched Claude blink, probably in confusion, as the sting of his punch settled in, he found his body was tense, maybe even more than before, in anticipation of another punch. He flinched as Claude raised his hand, eyes narrowing as he watched the older boy rub his jaw. It took a moment for Klint to register that Claude had even said something, and even longer to register what he had said.
He was just about ready to say thanks, and maybe get up and massage his somewhat aching jaw, but as Claude shifted he found those hopes diminished just about as quickly as they had appeared. He felt his stomach drop as once again he found himself unable to do anything. Fuckfuckfuck. Really, all he wanted just about now was for Claude to get off of him...or...kiss him? No.nonono. Where the hell did that come from? He shook his head some, not sure if he should be glaring at Claude or just staring in awe.
Why was it he always ended up on the ground, one way or another? Maybe he was just..to small..? Maybe he should eat more...maybe work out some? Klint had never been one to care about his physique, at least muscle wise. Which probably wasn't the best of ideas, seeing as how he was a rather pugnacious person...
Pushing these thoughts out of his head, he tried to think of the best way to get out of here. First, was to make sure he didn't have some sort of claustrophobic panic attack. He paused for a few moments, satisfied that he was at least semi-calm enough to think. He bit at his bruised lip for a moment, sighing before snidely saying "Well I said sorry, so am I going to be let up soon or is this some sort of prison sentence?"
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Post by Sarah on Dec 14, 2008 15:03:21 GMT -5
Claude pretended to think for a moment, rolling his blue eyes upward, which was what he normally did when thinking. But, it wasnt long after that his eyes returned level, glaring at Klint once more with a smirk. "Prison sentence." He affirmed with a stiff nod. Claude was having a bad enough day as it is, hangovers were hell, and having Klint beneath him, didnt seem to affect him.
But, it was almost as if being in such close proximity to the other, that he could read his thoughts, or rather that Klint's thoughts became his own. What? Kiss him? No. Not happening. Or, so he pled with himself that it wouldnt happen. It would make it only that much more awkward, as if it wasnt all ready. But still, his mind drifted to what it would be like. Probably something to talk about, no doubt.
He rose a brow, his face which has started to slump as he thought, raising its smirk once more. He was the winner here. The guy on top --literally-- for once. And, damn, he'd savor every minute of it, if he could just keep from fantasizing.
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Post by snarky on Dec 14, 2008 19:14:11 GMT -5
Well, this had certainly turned out different than he had thought. Though, he couldn't say he was disappointed. Sure, he was about to turn into a nervous wreck, but Claude didn't seem to be about to beat him within an inch of his life anymore. He shifted some, his eyebrows pressing together as he watched Claude's blue eyes look up, as if suddenly interested in the clouds. He opened his mouth the say something but was stopped short by Claude's abrupt response.
Without thinking too much about it, he smoothly blurted "What, my second one?" He b linked for a few seconds, before his lips were pressed into a hard line. "Uhh.." he said, suddenly deciding to change the subject, not really wanting to get into what had happened. To be truthfull, he wasn't likely to spill his guts to anybody at the school, much less Claude who was ready to bite his head off less then five minutes ago.
With a snort, he growled "Whats the charge?" rather grumpily, though it sounded much more like a purr to anybody but himself. He shifted his bodyweight, stiffening when he realised he had been pressing against Claude again, though thankfully this time it had only been for the briefest of seconds. He squirmed some, testing Claude's grip on his wrists, hoping that it had slackened, maybe get another punch in there...or maybe "accidently" get his hands tangled in thats boy's hair..."accidently" pull their faces together..."accidently" crush the boys lips against his.....?
Klint blinked some, realising he had been staring up at Claude. He looked away for a moment, twisting against his grip as he felt the color rising in his cheeks. Oh..that was probably a dead give away. Did he really..really just do that? Well, at least it wasn't that noticible...He sighed some, hoping Claude didn't notice anything as he returned to looking up at him "normally" again, briefly wondering if he had the willpower to not go through with his spontaneous"plan"
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Post by Sarah on Dec 15, 2008 18:40:20 GMT -5
Claude's brows furrowed as he heard the purr escalate up Klint's throat. Well, well. "The charge? I dont know, for kneeing me in the nuts, that's assault of an officer." He grinned wickedly. Wait..wait. Was he... flirting?! Oh, damn it. "Trying to resist the law, whenever I told you to get the hell away," He added. "I can keep going, and going. I'm the damn Energizer Bunny of the Police force." He smirked. But, the smirk fell as he thought over Klint's words a second time. He was just about always slow on the uptake, especially when hung over like this. "Second one?" Claude repeated, smirking now again, raising a brow. "What was the first sentence for, Buddy?"
Oh, this couldnt end well.
As a pair of stormcloud eyes stared into his briliant blue eyes for quite a while, and Claude couldnt keep from smiling. Gravity still forced Klint's wrists down. But, brows that were previously furrowed rose, seeing color strike Klint's cheeks. Blush? Oh, crap. That meant Claude wasnt the only one fantasizing. Couldnt anything be simple any more?!
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Post by snarky on Dec 24, 2008 17:23:48 GMT -5
Klint couldn't help but roll his eyes as he listened to his charges. "Aw that wasn't assualt" he explained, shrugging some and tilting his head playfully. "That was self defense". It was said bluntly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Well...Claude /had/ punched him first, hadn't he? "Resisting the law? Pah. Nothing of the sort! You vandalized my property when you flicked my cigarette" Not to mention the fact that it was done by the time it had happened..that wasn't an important detail in this conversation. It was more the principle of the matter... "Oh im sure i wasn't that bad...you probably liked it anyways" he said, a playful grin creasing his lips.
All signs of any kind feeling towards the boy ontop of him suddenly vanished without a trace as the others words registered. "Oh" was all he could muster for a few moments, shifting uncomfortably. His eyes narrowed, trying to think of something witty or clever to say in response, but his mind just came up blank. With a defensive growl, he said simply. "It's none of your business"
Yes, it was a rather neutral way to put it, but Klint wasn't stupid. Well..at least not all the time. He knew, well it was obvious, that he wasn't in any position to be pissing off Claude again. Not if he wanted to be keeping his face intact. And besides...now he wasn't sure if he wanted to burn any bridges with this kid... he would really rather just kiss the boy.. /No stop it/ he snarked at himself, shaking his head lightly. Why was he having such feelings for Claude? The only time they had every interacted was this so called fight...and to add to that, He didn't even know the others boy's name for crying out loud!
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