Post by gil on Dec 8, 2008 17:02:53 GMT -5
Plot: Ryan is pretty pissed from the cafeteria thread. So, he's walking with Gabe with the intention of punishing him, while very /quietly/ verbally abusing him, which Klint hears. To punish him, Ryan leaves him by himself in the open field. Klint approaches him, and starts talking to him. Then Luke (coming from cafeteria? I don't know) sees Klint talking to him, and Gabriel being terrified (as usual).
Plot - SRSFACE = RYAN IS ALL :< AND SHIT BECAUSE LUKE WAS CRANKY, SO HE STARTS BITCHING AT GABRIEL. HOWEVER, KLINT IS A STEALTH NINJA AND CAN HEAR HIM. THEN, RYAN'S ALL 'TTYL' AND MAKES GABRIEL STAY OUTSIDE. KLINT IS LIKE
AND STARTS TRYING TO GET GABE'S A/S/L. AND THEN LUKE BITCHES SOME MORE.
He'd been at Eddingborough for less than a day, and already he'd successfully pissed off two people, both his roommate and the single most important person in his life.
Ryan was not someone you wanted to have angry at you. He was a pretty nasty-tempered guy, and even when he wasn't angry at Gabriel specifically, he was still the one getting hit. Having Ryan be very, very specifically pissed off at Gabriel was just about a living nightmare.
As soon as he'd convinced the shivering mass formerly known as Gabriel to follow him out of the cafeteria, he had been ready to show the small boy exactly how pissed he was. He forced the boy into an empty bathroom, advancing on the boy until he had him backed into a corner. Two hands came to his chest and shoved him against the corner. "Get down," He instructed abruptly, and the boy sank down to the floor. Those golden eyes flashed menacingly as he stared down as his disobedient toy, still cowering and shaking on the floor.
Coldly, he ordered the boy to remove his clothes, but, still shaking too badly, slender fingers kept fumbling, rendered too incompetent by fear that he couldn't even work the zipper on his hoodie without his fingertips slipping off of the small metal tab. Ryan finally took pity on him--an inappropriate word, really, but as far as the clothing removal went--rough hands came down on him again, pushing his shoulder against a wall as the other undid the hoodie and pushed it off of skinny shoulders. He continued on, cold hands running along a soft stomach and pushing a thin shirt upward as he went, releasing the boy so he could slip out of it. Ryan had grown close to him, nearly body to body, though somehow the boy still managed to display no affection or interest in sex. One hand wandered down to his jeans, forcing the older boy to crouch, hands nimbly undoing a button and zipper. Gabe expected for the boy to begin touching him, but it was platonic pant removal, pushing them down so they, as well as grey boxers, pooled around his ankles. There was an unspoken want for the boy to step out of them, and awkwardly, he kicked them away, foot getting briefly caught in one leg before he was finally completely naked on the cold tile floor, on the ground, vulnerable.
He had been quite obviously terrified the whole way through. It was bad enough when this happened in a private place, but here, someone could come along as witness his humiliation at any time, just some random guy who needed to take a piss. He could feel cold eyes on him, admiring bruises left on pale flesh the night before, no longer hidden under thick fabric. The skinny blonde boy allowed himself to be examined, head turned partially to the side, revealing his neck as he sat before him. Submissive, but not stupid; he knew what Ryan wanted from him, even showing his bruised neck in an attempt to please the older boy. He was simultaneously beautiful and tragic. His ribs jutted out from his sides conspicuously, his arms and legs pathetically thin, the welts on his flesh painful-looking.
Gabriel was no fool. He anticipated the foot swinging into those bony ribs, but it still stung, each breath stabbing with pain as he tried to force his throat to untighten, fired to keep those pretty blue eyes open for fear of angering his older caretaker, looking up at him. There was fear in his eyes, and pain, but there was still another thing, an acknowledgement that he believed this was the other's right, that he was property that could be damaged at his owner's discretion.
The anger was evident each time he was struck, fists aimed as his stomach and his sensitive solar plexus, making soft whimpers escape Gabriel's lips before he could bite them back. There were growled insults, calling him a slut, a whore, disobedient, useless. A foot struck dead-center in his solar plexus, leaving the boy gasping for air, and Ryan spoke. "Should I just leave you here now, Gabe? Let you sleep with your roommate, or any other man who will have you at that particular moment?" Despite the sensations in his torso, a fear that the well-placed kick would make him through up, he still forced answers out, gasping 'no' whenever he could catch his breath for a moment, shivers still racking his thin frame.
When the barrage of blows passed, when he finally believed that Ryan might not be so angry with him anymore, he looked expectantly, not sure if he would be receiving further beating before sex, which he viewed as an inevitable part of this process.
His questioning look was responded to with a sneer, anger still evident in his abuser's face. "You don't deserve it." The tall, muscular boy turned away from him, with little more than an order to get his clothes back on. Somehow feeling more upset than before, Gabriel moved across the floor, the tiles painful against bony knees--he didn't dare stand up. He grabbed his clothes, flung wherever they had landed at the time of their removal, shakily pulling on plain grey boxers and jeans, feeling childish as he pulled them on sitting down. He froze when Ryan began speaking, barely breathing.
The brunette was staring into the bathroom mirror, admiring the bruise left on his jawbone. "I wasn't expecting your lover--" The word spat so harshly that Gabriel flinched--"To actually have the balls to hit me. Cute, though. The self-righteous thing was funny, to say the lease." Fingers ran lightly over the mark on usually untouched skin. "Does he know how much of a whore you are, Gabe?" A soft chuckle passed his oh-so-lovely lips. "I doubt it."
Those gold eyes continued watching, turning back and falling silent, arms crossed over his chest. Those small hands pulled the shirt back over his head, before slipping into his hoodie, seeming to take comfort in the soft fabric, eyes shutting for just an instant at the warmth, before Ryan caught in his eyes, advancing on him in a thoroughly intimidating manner.
"Here's a message for your little friend."
His foot swung against Gabe's angular jaw, steel-toed boots coming in contact with hard bone, the impact knocking Gabe's head back. He bit his tongue, giving a startled grunt of pain as he tasted blood. Pale blue eyes, widening with pain and shock, swiveled up again, stunned at the 'message'. Ryan had never, ever deliberately aimed for his face, for fear that the abuse would be noticed. Strangely, that seemed to be a goal now, thanks to his "lover". He was confirming Luke's suspicions and simultaneously giving him a warning, something that would certainly lead to uncomfortable questions. The brown-haired boy offered no further explanation, still smoldering but not left with much to say.
"Get up," He commanded tersely. Gabriel seemed to lift himself automatically, still in shock from the kick, before tailing after the tall man already walking away. One hand reached back as a reflex, pulling his hood over his head to shield himself from the world. He allowed himself to be led through the labyrinth of the hallways, heavy silence between the pair, something that Gabriel desperately wanted to remedy.
Nearing the courtyard, Ryan opened a heavy door, releasing it as soon as he was through ad hoping that it might hit his small blonde companion. It was stopped just in time by a small shoulder, before Gabriel hurried past to continue within an acceptable distance of the tall figure ahead of him.
The cool air was rather soothing to the developing bruise on his face, so much that it wasn't really even bothering him; odd, considering his aversion to cold. Ryan didn't seem bothered at all, too furious to be concerned with something as stupid as temperature.
He wished Ryan would at least acknowledge him. He could deal with beatings and abuse, deal with brutality, but being ignored made him feel uneasy, lonely, like he wasn't at all even worthy of the attention he had gotten from the third-year. Speaking would be stupid, of course, but he wasn't thinking. He just wanted to make it better, to try and make Ryan understand exactly what had happened. Surprisingly, Gabriel wasn't angry at Luke in the least, even though it was the boy's fault that Ryan was upset, the reason that his jaw was now throbbing painfully, bruise forming noticeably.
"Ryan..." The boy's soft voice came, pleading softly. Still stunned by what had happened, he barely even noticed the other people in the area around them, just another tension adding to his mounting anxieties at that point in time.
Ryan stopped very suddenly, glaring at him with such intensity that it seemed to physically stop Gabriel in his tracks, feet planting firmly on the floor, gaze snapped submissively to the ground. His growl was quiet, fully recognizing the people that Gabriel seemed not to. He came close to him, silence not at all diminishing his tone.
"Shut up, whore." The elder snarled, making Gabriel cringe yet again, terrified, as usual. Ryan turned about again, walking with his boy following behind in all his dog-like glory. "I...I'm sorry," He whispered, hoping it wouldn't just be more cause for anger. Truly, Gabe had done nothing wrong, but he would do anything to make his abuser happy.
"What the hell did I just say?" Ryan replied coldly, making the boy grow smaller, still loyally following the older boy, who pivoted around yet again. "Who said you have any right to be following me?" He snapped, voice still lowered. He was met with Gabe's timid face, obviously confused, both by the kick to the jaw and the odd response to what was a normal part of their existence. "You can stay here until I can come get you," Ryan instructed, the liht coming into the azure eyes staring up at him.
"Please, Ryan..." There was a frantic note in that voice, the normal fear in his voice more urgent. "I can't...I can't do this, Ryan, please..." He was distressed enough to dare to grasp one muscular arm, begging for his presence like a poor man begged for food. the limb was immediately yanked away, pure disgust on the face of its owner. Wordless, he continued on, leaving the scrawny boy behind him with an expression like he'd just been slapped, a heartbroken look on that youthful face as the hand dropped back to his side.
Completely lost without the abusive boy, he stood on the spot, disoriented as he watched Ryan disappear into the building. He suddenly realized how cold it was outside, the fresh air once so reassuring on his bruise somehow becoming chilling. Scared and saddened, he stumbled over to a tree, standing under it in hopes of staying warmer and avoiding both breeze and student.
He was in pain. Ryan's anger, though not yet gone, had manifesting itself in a painful beating, above average physically, but also emotionally harsh on a boy with such issues as himself. He could feel his whole body complaining, bruising aching more now than he'd had time to settle in. One hand braced himself against the tree trunk, slowly lowering himself to the ground, where he curled up in a little ball in the same manner he'd sat on his dorm bed, his arms pulling his knees against his chest. He tried to place his chin on his knees, only to find that his bruise, the twin to the one Luke had inflicted on Ryan, hurt worse when he did that. He leaned his head back, nesting his skull against the trunk of the tree, closing his eyes and trying to escape this situation, at least mentally.
Plot - SRSFACE = RYAN IS ALL :< AND SHIT BECAUSE LUKE WAS CRANKY, SO HE STARTS BITCHING AT GABRIEL. HOWEVER, KLINT IS A STEALTH NINJA AND CAN HEAR HIM. THEN, RYAN'S ALL 'TTYL' AND MAKES GABRIEL STAY OUTSIDE. KLINT IS LIKE
AND STARTS TRYING TO GET GABE'S A/S/L. AND THEN LUKE BITCHES SOME MORE.He'd been at Eddingborough for less than a day, and already he'd successfully pissed off two people, both his roommate and the single most important person in his life.
Ryan was not someone you wanted to have angry at you. He was a pretty nasty-tempered guy, and even when he wasn't angry at Gabriel specifically, he was still the one getting hit. Having Ryan be very, very specifically pissed off at Gabriel was just about a living nightmare.
As soon as he'd convinced the shivering mass formerly known as Gabriel to follow him out of the cafeteria, he had been ready to show the small boy exactly how pissed he was. He forced the boy into an empty bathroom, advancing on the boy until he had him backed into a corner. Two hands came to his chest and shoved him against the corner. "Get down," He instructed abruptly, and the boy sank down to the floor. Those golden eyes flashed menacingly as he stared down as his disobedient toy, still cowering and shaking on the floor.
Coldly, he ordered the boy to remove his clothes, but, still shaking too badly, slender fingers kept fumbling, rendered too incompetent by fear that he couldn't even work the zipper on his hoodie without his fingertips slipping off of the small metal tab. Ryan finally took pity on him--an inappropriate word, really, but as far as the clothing removal went--rough hands came down on him again, pushing his shoulder against a wall as the other undid the hoodie and pushed it off of skinny shoulders. He continued on, cold hands running along a soft stomach and pushing a thin shirt upward as he went, releasing the boy so he could slip out of it. Ryan had grown close to him, nearly body to body, though somehow the boy still managed to display no affection or interest in sex. One hand wandered down to his jeans, forcing the older boy to crouch, hands nimbly undoing a button and zipper. Gabe expected for the boy to begin touching him, but it was platonic pant removal, pushing them down so they, as well as grey boxers, pooled around his ankles. There was an unspoken want for the boy to step out of them, and awkwardly, he kicked them away, foot getting briefly caught in one leg before he was finally completely naked on the cold tile floor, on the ground, vulnerable.
He had been quite obviously terrified the whole way through. It was bad enough when this happened in a private place, but here, someone could come along as witness his humiliation at any time, just some random guy who needed to take a piss. He could feel cold eyes on him, admiring bruises left on pale flesh the night before, no longer hidden under thick fabric. The skinny blonde boy allowed himself to be examined, head turned partially to the side, revealing his neck as he sat before him. Submissive, but not stupid; he knew what Ryan wanted from him, even showing his bruised neck in an attempt to please the older boy. He was simultaneously beautiful and tragic. His ribs jutted out from his sides conspicuously, his arms and legs pathetically thin, the welts on his flesh painful-looking.
Gabriel was no fool. He anticipated the foot swinging into those bony ribs, but it still stung, each breath stabbing with pain as he tried to force his throat to untighten, fired to keep those pretty blue eyes open for fear of angering his older caretaker, looking up at him. There was fear in his eyes, and pain, but there was still another thing, an acknowledgement that he believed this was the other's right, that he was property that could be damaged at his owner's discretion.
The anger was evident each time he was struck, fists aimed as his stomach and his sensitive solar plexus, making soft whimpers escape Gabriel's lips before he could bite them back. There were growled insults, calling him a slut, a whore, disobedient, useless. A foot struck dead-center in his solar plexus, leaving the boy gasping for air, and Ryan spoke. "Should I just leave you here now, Gabe? Let you sleep with your roommate, or any other man who will have you at that particular moment?" Despite the sensations in his torso, a fear that the well-placed kick would make him through up, he still forced answers out, gasping 'no' whenever he could catch his breath for a moment, shivers still racking his thin frame.
When the barrage of blows passed, when he finally believed that Ryan might not be so angry with him anymore, he looked expectantly, not sure if he would be receiving further beating before sex, which he viewed as an inevitable part of this process.
His questioning look was responded to with a sneer, anger still evident in his abuser's face. "You don't deserve it." The tall, muscular boy turned away from him, with little more than an order to get his clothes back on. Somehow feeling more upset than before, Gabriel moved across the floor, the tiles painful against bony knees--he didn't dare stand up. He grabbed his clothes, flung wherever they had landed at the time of their removal, shakily pulling on plain grey boxers and jeans, feeling childish as he pulled them on sitting down. He froze when Ryan began speaking, barely breathing.
The brunette was staring into the bathroom mirror, admiring the bruise left on his jawbone. "I wasn't expecting your lover--" The word spat so harshly that Gabriel flinched--"To actually have the balls to hit me. Cute, though. The self-righteous thing was funny, to say the lease." Fingers ran lightly over the mark on usually untouched skin. "Does he know how much of a whore you are, Gabe?" A soft chuckle passed his oh-so-lovely lips. "I doubt it."
Those gold eyes continued watching, turning back and falling silent, arms crossed over his chest. Those small hands pulled the shirt back over his head, before slipping into his hoodie, seeming to take comfort in the soft fabric, eyes shutting for just an instant at the warmth, before Ryan caught in his eyes, advancing on him in a thoroughly intimidating manner.
"Here's a message for your little friend."
His foot swung against Gabe's angular jaw, steel-toed boots coming in contact with hard bone, the impact knocking Gabe's head back. He bit his tongue, giving a startled grunt of pain as he tasted blood. Pale blue eyes, widening with pain and shock, swiveled up again, stunned at the 'message'. Ryan had never, ever deliberately aimed for his face, for fear that the abuse would be noticed. Strangely, that seemed to be a goal now, thanks to his "lover". He was confirming Luke's suspicions and simultaneously giving him a warning, something that would certainly lead to uncomfortable questions. The brown-haired boy offered no further explanation, still smoldering but not left with much to say.
"Get up," He commanded tersely. Gabriel seemed to lift himself automatically, still in shock from the kick, before tailing after the tall man already walking away. One hand reached back as a reflex, pulling his hood over his head to shield himself from the world. He allowed himself to be led through the labyrinth of the hallways, heavy silence between the pair, something that Gabriel desperately wanted to remedy.
Nearing the courtyard, Ryan opened a heavy door, releasing it as soon as he was through ad hoping that it might hit his small blonde companion. It was stopped just in time by a small shoulder, before Gabriel hurried past to continue within an acceptable distance of the tall figure ahead of him.
The cool air was rather soothing to the developing bruise on his face, so much that it wasn't really even bothering him; odd, considering his aversion to cold. Ryan didn't seem bothered at all, too furious to be concerned with something as stupid as temperature.
He wished Ryan would at least acknowledge him. He could deal with beatings and abuse, deal with brutality, but being ignored made him feel uneasy, lonely, like he wasn't at all even worthy of the attention he had gotten from the third-year. Speaking would be stupid, of course, but he wasn't thinking. He just wanted to make it better, to try and make Ryan understand exactly what had happened. Surprisingly, Gabriel wasn't angry at Luke in the least, even though it was the boy's fault that Ryan was upset, the reason that his jaw was now throbbing painfully, bruise forming noticeably.
"Ryan..." The boy's soft voice came, pleading softly. Still stunned by what had happened, he barely even noticed the other people in the area around them, just another tension adding to his mounting anxieties at that point in time.
Ryan stopped very suddenly, glaring at him with such intensity that it seemed to physically stop Gabriel in his tracks, feet planting firmly on the floor, gaze snapped submissively to the ground. His growl was quiet, fully recognizing the people that Gabriel seemed not to. He came close to him, silence not at all diminishing his tone.
"Shut up, whore." The elder snarled, making Gabriel cringe yet again, terrified, as usual. Ryan turned about again, walking with his boy following behind in all his dog-like glory. "I...I'm sorry," He whispered, hoping it wouldn't just be more cause for anger. Truly, Gabe had done nothing wrong, but he would do anything to make his abuser happy.
"What the hell did I just say?" Ryan replied coldly, making the boy grow smaller, still loyally following the older boy, who pivoted around yet again. "Who said you have any right to be following me?" He snapped, voice still lowered. He was met with Gabe's timid face, obviously confused, both by the kick to the jaw and the odd response to what was a normal part of their existence. "You can stay here until I can come get you," Ryan instructed, the liht coming into the azure eyes staring up at him.
"Please, Ryan..." There was a frantic note in that voice, the normal fear in his voice more urgent. "I can't...I can't do this, Ryan, please..." He was distressed enough to dare to grasp one muscular arm, begging for his presence like a poor man begged for food. the limb was immediately yanked away, pure disgust on the face of its owner. Wordless, he continued on, leaving the scrawny boy behind him with an expression like he'd just been slapped, a heartbroken look on that youthful face as the hand dropped back to his side.
Completely lost without the abusive boy, he stood on the spot, disoriented as he watched Ryan disappear into the building. He suddenly realized how cold it was outside, the fresh air once so reassuring on his bruise somehow becoming chilling. Scared and saddened, he stumbled over to a tree, standing under it in hopes of staying warmer and avoiding both breeze and student.
He was in pain. Ryan's anger, though not yet gone, had manifesting itself in a painful beating, above average physically, but also emotionally harsh on a boy with such issues as himself. He could feel his whole body complaining, bruising aching more now than he'd had time to settle in. One hand braced himself against the tree trunk, slowly lowering himself to the ground, where he curled up in a little ball in the same manner he'd sat on his dorm bed, his arms pulling his knees against his chest. He tried to place his chin on his knees, only to find that his bruise, the twin to the one Luke had inflicted on Ryan, hurt worse when he did that. He leaned his head back, nesting his skull against the trunk of the tree, closing his eyes and trying to escape this situation, at least mentally.
