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Post by Miss Murder on Dec 29, 2008 17:44:24 GMT -5
Tuning a guitar is both annoying and peaceful. You get anxious to get at it, but then just sitting there playing with it is fun as well. Jade's fingers flicked up and down the strings. He was going for a more retro sound. Jane, his guitar, didn't seem to protest as she pronounced a stringy sound. It was getting there...
Nothing could relax him more than this. Sitting up in a nice sturdy tree with the fall breeze, and tuning your lovely guitar. He ran his finger down her frame... It was the only source of comfort he had ALL day. It had even helped calm the waves between him and Claude. Urgh, he didn't even want to think about earlier that day.
He let his legs dangle out as he balanced himself on the branch. Sure, it looked easy now, but it was hell getting up into that position. First, have a short kid climb a tree isn't a good idea. Two, have a short kid with a guitar climb a tree... bad idea. To sum it all up, he had to scatter up the tree like a mad squirrel. Not to mention the fact he couldn't injury his nuts, guitar.
A few leaves blew here and there as he finally finished tuning his guitar. Nothing could go wrong for him now. Right?
He pulled out a pick from his jean pocket and began to strum it. One of his favorite bands was The Killers. Mr. Brightside was one of the songs he had memorized, but only through playing it over and over again. His fingers ran up and down the neck of the guitar and soon it produced a quiet tune.. Only to pick up and become more exciting. More energetic. "I'm coming out of my cage, and I'm doing just fine.." He muttered the lyrics to himself. He wasn't good at singing. In fact he was horrid. He had taken lessons, but his voice just produced a monotone sounding tune. It wasn't even well enough to be called a tune!
A small thrill built up as he continued to strum the guitar. He felt like he was on stage.. He tilted here and there on the branch, but didn't notice as the tree swayed in warning. Nothing to go wrong...
That, however, was incorrect. He saw a rather lengthy kid taking a stroll toward his tree, and instinctively he stopped playing. The guitar pick slipped from his fingers and to the ground below. Shit. He was coming closer... What was he supposed to do? Then the only idea he had came to mind. To avoid any further embarrassment he would just have to wait quietly until the other boy left. It was his only choice, his only hope.
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Post by snarky on Dec 29, 2008 18:20:24 GMT -5
Why had he woken up so early? He couldn't even remember what he had done when he had just woken up, besides stare at the cieling for god knows how long. How did he end up in the uniform? Wasn't he supposed to be making somesort of point; not wearing the uniform until he got caught? Jesus..the teachers here had to be blind not to have noticed by now...he didn't even try to hide. Had he even gone to any of his classes yet?
He smirked at the thought, wondering if somesort of security guard was going to have to drag him off to every one his classes. Not that he wouldn't mind, that extra bit of attention...maybe thats what this was all about?
He shook his head, something he had gotten into the habit of doing as of late,briefly wondering if that made him look like he belonged in some sort of mental asylum. Well..that is how he had been feeling lately.
Restless, mostly.
He suddenly lifted his head, hearing music somewhere nearbye..but..he couldnt see anyone playing. Maybe a stereo from an open window? That was plausible..except..he wasnt anywhere near a building right now. With a disgruntled sigh, he decided that maybe his stress was just catching up with him, and that he was just going crazy. Well..he could accept that.
He started walking a bit faster, wanting to hurry up and sit down. He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground intently. No, he wasn't doing this because of some low self esteem problem...he just liked the way the grass seemed to pass by so fast. It helped past the time faster...
He found that by the time he had reached the tree, he was humming the tune to the mysterious song he had heard. He had always been rather self consious about singing...just something he didn't really like to do infront of other people. But...then again, there was nobody here... With an innocent grin as his back hit the tree he started singing softly where Jade had left off. "It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?"
No, it wasn't that he had heard Jade's singing. (Some would say luckily)Well, at least not consiously....he had just always liked that part of the song best..and well...why not start the song when you like?
His hand dropped to the grass, ripping it out as he sang, his head resting against the tree. He suddenly paused for a moment, his hand finding the guitar pick that had been dropped only moments before. He looked at it curiously,turning it over and fingering the edges his voice slowly finding the words to the song again as he studied it, this time a bit louder. Now im falling asleep, and she's calling a cab...
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Post by Miss Murder on Dec 29, 2008 18:42:19 GMT -5
As the figure got closer he felt himself space out for a minute. Maybe it was just the fact he was getting to much fresh air.. After all he had been caged up in the damn building too long. However, reality seemed to snap forward too fast when the boy sat under the tree. What was he humming?
He leaned more to the left so he could hear more clearly what he was singing. Then the lyrics hit him like a smack in the face. Mr. Brightside? He felt like tearing from the tree and running for cover. That meant he heard him, right? The only thing that kept him from running to the next bush was his voice. It was... Beautiful. Somehow he'd have to get him to join the band. Well, the soon to be band. He'd be his singer, with that lovely voice of his. Would he accept? It was something that he didn't really consider as he fantasied asking him. His hand holding a flyer and extending it to him.. Telling him about his life dream about being discovered. A great band, and one day they'd be know as legends. Ohh, it almost hurt to think about the future. Seeing as he was in a tree branch, and the beautifully blessed, vocally, boy was down below him. If only he was down there instead of here.
Anxious to get going he shifted in the tree branch, which released leaves as he did, to only stare back down at the kid. He found his guitar pick! His body move instinctively again. His chest pressing against the branch for support as he reached down to snatch it away. WAIT! What was he doing?
Moving quickly up into position his guitar slipped from his lap. Then it began to fall form the tree. "No!" he almost screamed and jumped along for it. He didn't care if the other boy saw him or not.. Right now his baby was in danger. He couldn't even tell what direction he was heading in while plunging to the ground.. All he knew was his guitar was too far for his out stretched arm to reach. They would both fall, alone.
His eyes closed quickly as he waited for the rough impact of the ground. However... It didn't really come. Instead there was a rather loud crash and something cushioning his fall. What was it? He moved his hand to feel something like fabric? Clothes? Daring to peek through his eyes he first saw a ton of blurry colors... Until they shaped out into a human body. A human body...
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Post by snarky on Dec 29, 2008 19:18:32 GMT -5
He let the guitar pick slide from his hands, landing on the ground with an almost silent rustle. He closed his eyes for a moment, drawing his knees up to his chest, folding his arms ontop of that, and letting his head rest on his arms.
He jerked at the sudden rustling coming not five feet above him. Added to that, he was sure he could hear a voice of somesort..Curiously, he lifted his slowly, expecting it to just be a bird or some other sort of beast come to eat him.
What he saw surprised him, to say the least. The only image he really saw was the boy reaching towards him, and then suddenly throwing himself to the side after somesort of beloved object. Klint didn't have time to find out what said object was, because all he noticed was a large mass falling towards him.
He instinctivly threw himself back, completly forgetting that there was a very solid tree in his way. There was a loud crack as his back and then head bounced off of it and a loud groan, coupled with a yelp of surprise as Jade landed on him.
"Ohh motherfucker!"
That was all Klint's creative mind could think to say as a hand shot out to protect himself, automaticlly going to protect his face from his attacker, while the other hand flew and cracked against Jade's jaw. Without thinking he brought his knee up harshly, not knowing if he even hit anything at all.
He paused after this, cringing and waiting for some sort of retalliation. He was Fully expecting it to be Claude. Yes, it was irrational, but he wouldn't put it past Claude to attack him from a tree....
With a grunt, he shoved at the boy's shoulders roughly. Surprised by how easily he was able to push the boy off, he stood up quickly before finally studying the boys face. No..this was definatly not the boy he had kissed earlier...this was a new face. With a relieved "oh" he took another step back, still feeling somewhat threatened by the Jade. Well..you couldn't really blame him, could you?
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a crack from underfoot. He leapt to the side, fully turned around to the source of the sound, with his hands clenched into fists. His eyes immediatly found Jade's guitar, a small crack running up the side. "uh...oops?" he said apologeticly, not sure what to say, his heart thrumming even faster than before.
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Post by Miss Murder on Dec 29, 2008 21:44:54 GMT -5
"Aww fuck!" Jared said as he came to his senses. His jaw ached and felt as if he had broken it. "What the hell man! Why'd you punch me," he began to sit up, but flinched in pain. "Urggh.. and kick me," he moaned as the other kid pushed him away and stood up.
What the fuck was he supposed to say now? 'Oh sorry, I fell out of this tree..' Maybe he would have... If the kid hadn't punched his and kneed him in the gut. He had a good reason, but Jade couldn't help but feel bitter. After all he felt the part were he had been punched throbbing..
The worst part was when the kid stood up and he heart a little crack. Well, as that little snap happened something snapped his Jared's head. "Oh my god," he yelled and rushed over to where the kid's foot had previously stood... "My... My, my," he cried a loss for words.. "My guitar!" he roared and grabbed the kid's shirt instinctively going into fury mood. "Watch where the fuck you step man!" he cried at his face. Oh how much he felt like pushing the kid back down into the grass...
Instead he bent down to rub the scratch with his finger. It wasn't bad, but it was just enough to make him furious. He clutched the guitar to his chest as if it were so fragile it might break any second. Where was the nearest hospital?
He definitely didn't feel like apologizing to the kid now. Even though it was his fault for jumping out of the tree... It was also that kid's fault for punching him and the kicking him in the gut. Then he had fucking stepped on Jane. Who didn't see it? It was pretty obvious it was sitting right next to them... Then again, it might have only been Jade that was aware of the guitar being near them. He, of course, paid special attention to things such as that.
If it hadn't been an accident then he would have punched the kid. He stood back up to face him. Taking a fist hold of his shirt again he jerked the kid toward him. Jared was kid of a small kid so as he yanked his body moved forward slightly as well. "Got anything to say?" he growled... Normally he didn't freak out, but this was his Jane. That guitar was like his child. No one would hurt his child without consequences.
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Post by snarky on Dec 29, 2008 23:14:31 GMT -5
He was expecting the kid to do something, maybe punch him or tackle him. But grab his shirt? That took him by surprise, especially seeing how he towered over the boy by a good five inches or so.
"Dont touch me" he growled, and was once again surprised when the kid actually let go. Oh..Of course he wasn't listening to Klint. He was seeing if his baby was alive... He rolled his eyes at Jared's melodramaticness, and instead started to explain "Well I punched you because I don't normally expect people to fall out of trees onto me but-"
He stopped short, about to add some sort of insult at the end, but found himself being jerked forward by him. Goddamnit. Hadn't he made it clear he didn't want to boy on him?
He didn't like how close they were now...He basically had to look straight down to get a view of the other's face. His hands, he found, were on the others, but there was no affection in this gesture. He growled, his grey eyes narrowing and growling again "Don't fucking touch me"
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Post by Miss Murder on Dec 29, 2008 23:31:19 GMT -5
"I will touch you if I want to fucking touch you!" the short, skinny kid cried into his face. He panted slightly as if trying to catch his breath. He wasn't thinking rationally at the moment, and he felt his ears getting hotter by the minute. He didn't like how the taller boy looked down at him.
He curled his bony fingers into a tighter grasp around his shirt. "I don't care is I jumped out of a tree or not. It is your fault for being there!" he growled up at him. The boy just pissed him off... OH how much he wanted to feel his fist cracking against his jaw. See how HE felt about it.
"I really want to punch your right now," he said furiously up at the kid. The blood in his fingers draining slightly as he grasped onto him so hard. If the kid were to pull away Jared would just fly after him, with his dead locked fingers. "Why don't you apologize before I do so... You dumbass. It is pretty obvious my guitar was right there! If it wasn't an accident the I would punch you!" he hissed through clenched teeth.
His brain was a swirl of grief and anger. Never before had been so pissed that he forgot to think rationally. It almost scared him, but he was too lost to come out now. Jane was injured and the little fury he had left he'd use to get revenge. Was this what his father felt like earlier today when he had half slapped half punched his own son? Maybe Jared finally understood him a little now. Was he becoming like his father?
The dead lock on his shirt loosened slightly as he thought. His fingers shook slightly, and his bony frame almost looked fragile. He was like his father? No. His father hit his own son that day, and he wasn't hitting his son. He was defending his child. He was defending Jane. His grasp tightened and he looked up into the other kid's eyes.
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Post by snarky on Dec 29, 2008 23:49:37 GMT -5
Klint glowered down at the other, pulling back and lifting his head as Jade yelled in his face, much like a cat would if you were to put a marker infront of it's face. He looked away for a moment, muttering the word "rapist.." loudly enough for Jared to hear.
"What? Im not allowed to walk around where I want now? It's not like you fucking own that tree" he growled lowly in return. Jesus..why didn't he just pull back now and knock this little fucker down? Sure this was interestng..but..this was making his bad day even worse...
His eyes widened slightly as what Jared said registered. It wasn't that it scared him..or even worried him in the slightest. Just the fact that Jade had threatened him, when he didn't really look like he was the sort to fight... Klint couldn't stop the mocking chuckle that left his throat.
"Yeah? Try it. I fucking dare you. It was not obvious it was there...i was on the floor, damnit"
Yeah...like reason was going to work with this pipsqueak now...
Pah. The kid was already backing down..or so Klint thought. What else was he supposed to think, once Jade's grip started to loosen? It's not like he was a mind reader of somesort. Sometimes he would wish he was..but sadly, that wish had yet to come true.. He smirked, taking a step back, hoping to put some space between them.
"So are we done yet?"
[random cat line wins. =D ]
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Post by Miss Murder on Dec 30, 2008 0:01:31 GMT -5
He couldn't help but feel shocked as the boy muttered rapist.. He was a fucking rapist now?! He felt his cheeks blush slightly, but it only made him more determined.
As he mocked Jared's threat he let go of his shirt and nodded slightly as if to be cool. "Yeah... I think I will..." he smiled up at the boy almost sweetly, but it quickly twisted into a smirk. "I think I will fucking try, bitch!" he screamed now and brought his fist up toward the other boy's face. He wanted to hit him in the skull, but he was just too short. So he had to settle for his jaw instead.
Using all his force and body energy in the punch sent him off balanced some what. He lost his footing as he flew with out stretched fist for the taller kid's jaw. He probably didn't stand much of a chance, but he probably had taken the kid by surprise. Plus, he was crazy mad at the moment.
"So I am a fucking rapist now? Does that make you my princess?" he hissed harsh remarks as he lunged at the boy. "Or," he continued as he half flew through the air, "Is it just your thoughts... Is that what you want?" He brought up his knee. He wanted so much to cause the boy the same amount of pain he had given him. He wanted him to feel loss.
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Post by snarky on Dec 30, 2008 1:14:31 GMT -5
Klint smirked, deciding that once Jared had smiled, deciding that it was over. He opened his mouth to say something friendly, but was stopped short, his head snapping up at the force of Jade’s punch.
“ow…shit” he groaned, his hand raising and rubbing the sore spot on his jaw. “Ah fuck” He stumbled back some, his eyes closed for only a moment as he grimanced. Shit..he should’ve been ready for that…there really wasn’t an excuse for this to have been a surprise…
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he snarled, shuffling back quickly as he saw an angry mass of boy flying towards him. He suddenly stopped walking, his hands clenched into fists as he got ready to defend himself one way or another…too bad he stopped at juts the perfect moment.
He saw Jade’s knee coming up, and he brought up his own moments before Jade’s would’ve hit his groin. He grimanced, Jade’s knee bouncing off his shin painfully. “Oh you fucker” he spat viciously, stepping towards him, placing himself so close that his leg was behind the other’s knee. His hand shot up, wrapping around the shorter kid’s throat, shoving him back harshly, tripping him.
His full intent, after all, was to get this annoying dipshit on the ground…
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Post by Miss Murder on Dec 30, 2008 1:31:03 GMT -5
Jared smirked as the boy backed off rubbing his jaw. That wasn't enough though as he raced at him again. Only to be disappointed as his knee hit his shin. "In other words... Fuck you," the little boy grinned devilishly as the older boy made his move.
They were close now, too close for his liking. He felt tempted to bite the kid's arm or something, but then he didn't have enough time. He felt the palm of his hand catch his throat as he pushed him downward. Instantly his entire body went into shock, but he quickly snapped out if it. If he was going to force him to the ground then he'd pull the other kid down as well. His hands reached out and wrapped around the other kid's collarbone. It could have been 'romantic' but at the moment it was more of a dead lock.
His hands snaked around the back of his neck and linked together. "If your going to push me down then we're going to fucking go together," he whispered at the boy. He felt his legs fail under him and they slipped into the air. That was when his linked hands came in, and he hung on for dear life. His body was falling backwards, but the link in his arms made him snap back.
It was only a matter of time before the both crashed, and yet again he stuck out his knee. Maybe when the boy crashed on top of something would hit his knee. He was hoping for his gut... That way he got the same puke feeling Jared had gotten earlier. Then they were slipping and falling into the grass. Oh, how much he was tempted to break the link his hands had formed and give the kid the middle finger. Ohh how fucking tempting.
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Post by snarky on Dec 30, 2008 2:04:17 GMT -5
Klint jerked back as he felt the others hands snake around his neck, connecting behind his head. Too late, though. He felt himself falling forward, even though he didn’t want to. He found himself falling towards the ground, Jade’s words not registering in his head until a moment before they hit the ground.
It was like in slow motion…at least to Klint. It could only last for a short period of time..before Jade’s knee was once again up. This time, however, Klint wasn’t as lucky. This kid seemed intent on revenge…
He let out a strangled gasp the knee smashed into his stomach painfully. He froze for a moment, his hand sliding off the other’s throat and landing on the grass. He groaned, poised on the others knee before falling lifelessly to the side. “Goddamn” he wheezed, clutching his stomach with a hand.
Shit. Even he hadn’t kneed him as badly as this…
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Post by Miss Murder on Dec 30, 2008 2:15:06 GMT -5
Jared smiled cruelly as he snaked out from underneath the poor boy. He felt bad that he had intently hit him so hard, but he wouldn't let the opportunity go by. He quickly grabbed the kid's arms from where he was holding his stomach and pinned them to the ground.
In soft pants he smiled at Klint, "I got you," he whispered. He was already tired, but couldn't help but wave his flag of victory proudly. His smile was venomous as he looked down into the other boy's eyes. His anger was wearing off, and rationally returning to his mind. He knew that it wasn't really the other kids fault, but oddly he had enjoyed their quarrel. He liked fighting Klint, and for once he wasn't awkward at all. He was fierce.
The smaller boy held the still in pain kid with one arm and reached down for his legs with the other. He pulled them together and put the kid's legs in between his knees. There he sat, on his kill. Almost proudly. He reached again for his other arm and held it to the ground. He wouldn't get away form Jared. No sir.
Then, since he was thinking rationally again he felt his position was weird. After all, the boy's comment earlier about Jade wanting to rape him was kind of... ironic in this position. After all it did give the kind of look that he was going to do something to the boy. Though he didn't have any intentions.
This was the first time he got a good look at him though. He was actually kind of cute. He liked his hair, and his eyes. He liked looking into his eyes. The boy was skinny, just like him, though not as skinny as him. He seemed a lot like himself...
Jared didn't even realize he was staring down at the boy....
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Post by snarky on Dec 30, 2008 2:41:55 GMT -5
Klint growled something under is breath, still in too much pain to really realize what was going on. Sure, he was moving, but how was he supposed to know that it was Jared moving his legs? He groaned, his head aching from where he had previously smashed it against the tree…and now he felt like puking everywhere. This day was just turning out great, wasn’t it?
His eyes fluttered open after a few moments, only being able to see a mix of blurry colors for the first few seconds. Then he saw Jade. “What?” he asked dumbly, wincing as his own words sent a pang of pain through his skull. “What do you mean you got me?” That’s when he tried to sit up, and that’s when everything clicked.
Aw crap. This was just like what had happened with Claude…how the fuck did Jade do it though? He was so…small…This isn’t how it was supposed to work…Klint was for once bigger than someone…he should be the one pinning Jade down…not the other way around.
Klint opened his eyes fully, just now noticing he had been glaring up at the boy. Wait a second..had Jade been staring at him right there? He shook his head…well..what else are you supposed to do when you pin someone? Look towards the clouds?
“You little fucker” he growled, and without much of a warning he jerked his arms outwards, breaking free of Jade’s grip with a grunt. His hand shot out and dove into the others hair, tangling a fist into it while the other came up to cradle the others bruised jaw none to gently. He pulled the other boy’s face towards his, pressing their lips together roughly, at the moment not caring how the other reacted.
“Got you” he murmured into the other boy’s mouth.
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Post by Miss Murder on Dec 30, 2008 2:56:38 GMT -5
He smiled as the boy blinked up in confusion at Jared. It gave him small satisfaction... Until he yanked his arms free from his grasp. He was about to growl at the boy, but he beat him. He felt the kid's hand run through his hair and flinched slightly as he grabbed his sore jaw. The next thing he knew...
The next thing he know was their lips pressed together roughly. He could feel the furious heat, and it made his cheeks tint pink slightly. Oh god! This was the first time anything like this had happened to him before. As the boy mouthed the words into his own he was in shock. He didn't know how to react. His body was in state of shock. All he knew was that beautiful boy, with that beautiful voice, was kissing him. Fuck. Why did he enjoy the feeling so much?
Rather shakily he pressed on the kid's chest to get away. "What the fuck are you doing bitch?" he hissed as his lips pulled away. Somehow, in an odd feverish way, he missed the other boy's lips on his. He missed the thrill it sent through his entire body, one he had never experienced before.
It was too much for his brain to cram in... First they were fighting, and then they were kissing? Then, he hated himself for it, he enjoyed the boy's kissing? He liked how his hand grabbed his hair and how he dragged his face down to his... He didn't care if he was gently to his bruise, but rather the tingling pain felt fitting. Fuck. He was fucking messed up. It was the kids fault. He felt like running away, but then he would never get to know his name.
He bit his still tingling lip and looked down at the kid, "Who are you?" he asked. His voice wasn't furious, but rather soft or mellow. At least he should know his name...
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