Post by Sarah on Dec 13, 2008 15:23:08 GMT -5
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Your Name: Sarah
How Long Have You Been RPing?:Roughly 3 years
.in character
.basic info
Name:Anthony Emeric Borger
Nickname:Anthony doesn't have much of any nickname. But, over the years, he's had plenty, just none never stuck. Tony, Emeric, and some more intimate nicknames for certain people. These nicknames, however, he would never reveal.
Age: 25
Birthday: September 2, 1985
Year: Social Studies Teacher
Nationality:Anthony is American, the great "Melting Pot" holds up to its name in his case. Most of his heritage is not straight foreword. But, he does know that he is Native American, Scottish, English, German and French. How the hell he can be all this at once, he has no idea.
Religion: Anthony is Mormon, a form of Christianity. His beliefs are similar to Christianity, seeing as it's the same concept, but has somewhat higher bars held for him. He is fairly strong to his religion. Most of its beliefs are what many would agree with. He never had sex with a woman before being married to her. Too bad this only backfired about 2 years later. It was with she he ever slept with. Also in his beliefs, he does not drink caffeinated substances, even rarely a Pepsi. Nor does he smoke, drink, gamble. Isn't he just the fun sucker? So, as part of his role as so, he also doesn't believe in boys liking other boys. But, he has no problems with those who are gay.[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Layers upon layers of solid brown. Several different shades that vary through the year, seeing as his hair lightens easily in sunlight.
Eye Color: Green with specks of hazel that are often framed by a pair of rectangular glasses.
Height: 5 foot 10.
Clothes Style: When trying to look presentable like his fellow professors, Anthony will wear button down shirts, occasionally throwing in a colorful tie, so he doesn't look like some sort of black and white figure. A pair of dark shoes, polished proudly, and a pair of pinstriped pants. However, when casual, he blends quite easily into the crowd, even the teenage crowd. A pair of loose fitting, but not at all ill fitting, jeans, some times with rips in the knees, and a shirt with some sort of funny or smart remark. Not even at a dress down day for faculty, however, he would not wear these shirts.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents: Arguing- If it can be considered as a talent, which of course his fellows on the debate team thought, he is simply marvelous at it. He can prove and disprove his own points.
Social Studies- Naturally, being the Social Studies professor, Anthony has a knack for remembering dates and general information without much effort. Words simply don't pass through one ear and out the other. He actually processed the information with interest while in school himself.
People Skills- Anthony can get along with many, even as different as himself as possible. Though may come off as a shy person from the beginning, he was born with the gift of gab
Likes: Learning- Naturally, Anthony finds knowledge as a prize resource, something he couldn't live without. He was often called a "Geek", and he had the simple reply. "Geeks rule the world! Look at Bill Gates!" Then, he'd collect his books that the tormentor had knocked from his hands, and walk off in a huff.
Sleep- The definite flaw in Anthony's job as a professor, are the long nights of grading, and the early mornings. But, he couldn't ask for a better job.
Helping- It's in Anthony's nature to help other people when needed, helping to make an excellent teacher. He's eager to please others, seeing as it seems to please himself.
Dislikes: Overachievers- Though he was previously one himself, he finds them annoying. Beyond annoying. He just wants to roll his eyes and push the kid aside. "Go kiss someone else's ass." He sees it as the person thinking they can mold him to do what they want him to do. He doesn't like to be controlled.
Fish- It's a complicated story, but rather hilarious to tell. While hilarious to the receiver, it isn't so much for him. When he was 6, he went to a carnival. Out of mere luck, he won a prize. This prize, was of the living kind, a goldfish. He loved the little thing, the first ever pet he had to himself. Unfortunately, he also had a Sphinx cat, one of which had a taste for fish. The cat killed the fish, only Anthony didn't find out. His mother realized this, and replaced it before Anthony could notice. Cat had another meal the next week. It continued quite a while, his cat killing, and his mother replacing, before Anthony walked in, catching his mother. 2 years had all ready past, and he only now found out. Although she apologized many times, Anthony held the grudge, and would no longer take any interest into fish to eat, or have as pets. When he first ate sushi, not knowing it was fish, he asked what it was, only to spit it out quickly. He had even liked the taste, too.
Science- He sees its importance, but cant quite understand it fully. Such as global warming, which he sees as a hoax. He knows the benefits of knowing of science, and passed the class with a C average once he was out of high school, but hates it all the same.
Fears: Death- Anthony fears the usual, as most do. At the top of his list, is death. Though, according to his religion, there is life after death, he is none too eager to give up the life he has currently.
Judgment- Anthony hates being judged, hates having people draw conclusions about him. It happens all the time, he knows, but doesn't appreciate other people's opinions. He's afraid that someone will draw a ludicrous conclusion, being totally off base, and yet, so many will believe it.
Loss- Along with death itself, he fears loosing someone he holds dear. This is quite a few select people, and he thinks that it could easily dwindle.
Airplanes- Anthony is a paranoid guy, easily worried in some cases. Since September Eleventh in the US, he has rarely rode in a plane. Even before then, he was uneasy with the idea.
Strengths: Prediction- Anthony finds it somewhat easy to figure people out, finding many predictable. He's all ready good with people socially as is, so it comes naturally to be able to get in their heads and get the gist of what one means.
Perseverance- Anthony is normally determined, even in some negative ways, such as his stubbornness. He has learned to persevere over the years, even as a child. He doesn't give up easily.
Conversation- He can strike up a conversation with most of anyone. It will likely be something totally off-base or random, but, it will happen.
Weaknesses: Impatience- He knows what he wants, and he wants it now. No reason to wait, right? Unless there's a good reason why he does need to wait, he's not taking that shit.
Perfection- Anthony normally wont settle for anything less than anyone's best. He can be demanding, even of himself. And, its not like he will let it go, either.
Dreams: One day, Anthony hopes to teach at an even higher up school than Eddingborough. Can you say, Harvard? No, no. Anthony wouldnt be able to handle that kind of pressure, no matter how much he would like it. Even if he was to be offered, after some serious debate with himself, he'd turn it down. He's thought of the scenario quite a bit, though doubting he would ever come to the time where he would be in use of the internal debate. Oh, but another college would be nice.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Ryan Patrick Borger; Father, 47. Emily Alison Borger; Mother, 45. Anastacia Jean Borger; Sister, 17. Charlotte Kay Borger(Melendez); Ex Wife, 23.
Hometown:Bloomington, Illinois.
History:
Anthony was born to his parents on September 2, 1985 in Bloomington Illinois. His family was often seen as unique, mainly for their religion. Anthony was taught to be obediant, to do as he was told the first time. To many, they wondered how they got him to do such a thing. Just, being of his religion, standards were strict, and Anthony wanted to live up to them. He was rather religious, even as a boy. Always willing to please; however, did not stifle his stubborn will.
By the time he was in middle school, he had all ready taken an interest in girls, though they didnt take so much in him. His voice could still sometimes be mistaken for a girl's, and he definitely screamed like a girl. He was a subject for bullying much because of this. So, he stuck to himself majority of the time, except when with teachers, family or friends, even though he could be very social.
But, no matter what, he was never very social with his sister, Ana. She was a bit younger than him, eight years, creating quite the time gap. It's easy to say that Anothy never ventured to close this gap, normally only increasing its width in distance. They never saw eye to eye, often being a very rapid fuel source to Anthony's stubborness.
Anthony's first fear of death developed when he was little, but only magnified itself when an Uncle of his, whom he was very near with, passed away due to a heartattack. He continued his insane paranoia, often backed by stubborn will, trying to be as careful and precautious as possible. It goes without saying; it didnt help his popularity rate.
Social studies came naturally to Anthony, especially during High School. Things seemed easier in High School, for some odd reason, than they did middle school. He could easily find people like him, and joined many clubs. Debate, Student Council, some tutoring. Still, he hadnt realized what he wanted to be when he grew up. When he was younger, one of his favorite movies had been "Jack" with Robin Williams playing a boy with a growth disorder, making him grow four times more than the usual rate. When he was asked what he wanted to grow up, Anthony would steal the famous line. "What do I want to be when I grow up? Alive." Rather stupid response sometimes, but it proved exactly what kind of smart ass Anthony could be.
Though he now seems to hate them something awful, Anthony was often a suck up to teachers, without really meaning to be. He would volunteer for errands that needed to be ran, seeing as he normally finished with his work ahead of time. Well, all but science work, he did. Even science assignments aside, he passed all of his classes with flying colors, graduating near the top of his class.
Anthony now considers himself very lucky to teach at Eddingborough. After all, he didnt go through with college for nothing. He had always been someone to do things himself, trying to deny help whenever possible. So, who would be a better Social Studies professor than him? Well, Anthony could tell you quite a few. Still, he gladly greets each day at Eddingborough, still ready for someone to say its his last.
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Anything Else:
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Please provide a roleplaying sample: [Sarah feels like being a smart ass today. xD]
(Claude, From And I'll Break It Just Because I Can. November 20, 2008)
This early in the semester, and he was already failing. Well, it was worse off for his room mate, Jadie, than it was him. Claude was used to failing, at least in this particular subject. No one expected much of him, but no one had pressed him to take extra study sessions.
Oh, the joy was overwhelming.
Overwhelmingly sarcastic.
As if haven't to be tutored wasn't bad enough. No, it was by an under class men. A first year. Sure, technically it was Claude's first year as well, but the fact that he had a nicer dorm had to count for something, right? Obviously not. Even Claude had never gone as far as to judge someone as by age before, but now, he simply couldn't help it.
What would be the first expected words out of someone's mouth after receiving their fifth failing test, and being pulled aside by the teacher? Even more unexpected, was the guy's suggestion. No, not a suggestion, an order.
"Claude, I have asked Kida to tutor you, twice a week."
"What?"
Had it not been a teacher he was talking to, he would have added a couple more words to that.
"Yes. Tutoring. Twice a week. He's a brilliant boy, and I believe you'll benefit."
So, he couldn't benefit from a boy his own age? Course not. An extra spoonful of misery, please. And, a pinch of humiliation to match.
Claude had to literally fight with himself to walk out his dorm and to the library. Earlier in the week, the teacher had been ever-so kind as to inform them that their study session would be at the Library, half past four the same day. At four o'clock, he was thinking up excuses. Sick. Too much homework (Which wasn't even applicable, considering Boy-Wonder would probably offer to help him with that as well.) He'd thought up every excuse, finding each time a set back.
But, he did pull himself out of there, to the library. The kid wasn't hard to spot, mounds of supplies sprawled in front of him, hands folded pleasantly on the table, not actually doing the work at hand. Of course, that was all for them both to do. Sigh.
He had been certain to bring some of his own supplies, but it wouldn't be needed, as he noticed right away. With a sigh, he approached. "Kida, right?" He asked, forcing a small smile that was apparently fake. He didn't care if there were any flaws right now. He'd rather do SO many things than to be here right now.
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(Claude, from When Hell Froze Over, Claude and Kida's Study Date. November 23, 2008 )
So, the heated argument had worked, and Claude was beyond glad. Had it not been for that little spat, he would have been studying right that second, rather sitting on his bed, relaxed in his boxers. That was how you were supposed to spend your after school hours, relaxing. Jadie was..somewhere else, Claude didn't know where. Other wise, he would have been wearing pants right now.
His mood had brightened since that last Thursday in the library. He hadn't seen the scrawny little Blondie yet. Thank God. He held 'Literature for Dummies' Close to his face for his reading. Even when he was 'relaxing' he was technically studying. Just, it wasn't for math.
He kept telling himself that he just didn't care, but Mr.MacDonald had chewed him out upon hearing that Claude had gave Kida a hard time. Claude didn't really listen, nodding his head and saying 'Yes Sir', but not knowing what he was agreeing to.
Claude yawned, closing the book and throwing it down on the floor, stretching in the bed. Yes, this was much better than what his initial plans had been. He didn't have to put up a false attitude here.
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(Claude, from Wouldnt It Be Nice? December 19, 2008)
Oh, wasnt this the news flash?
Jadie Smith come back from a vacation of guitar gigs, and what does he get? A freaky roommate! Claude sighed, rolling over on to his back. Welll, damn it. He hadnt even lasted a day of keeping his secret, secret. His cheeks were bright red by now. Why had he said it?! But, Claude was just about ready to flee into the bathroom when Jadie did. It felt like he was going to pee himself. Such a moron..
Now, didnt he have some explaining to do? Like, for example, that he had unfortunately, never gone all the way with a guy? Just some rough cock tease. Oh, a cock tease that left him groaning..and reaching for the other boy...STOP!
BAD CLAUDE BAD!
No erections while your room mate is in the bathroom, talking to himself because he's freaked out by you. It wont help your cause.
Claude tried to pretend he couldnt hear Jadie in the other room, though he could. The walls were thin in the dorms. He didnt have to strain his hearing that much. Ah, the classic stage, denial. It was a short stage, and so it wouldnt last much longer. Crap. Oh, he had so much to explain. The fact that he wasnt about to rape Jadie in his sleep, the fact that he doubted he would EVER get any from that damn first year. Honestly, Kida had strewn him SO FAR and he was yet to get anything than an exhilarating tease.
Claude hit his pillow with his fist gently, sighing. He rolled off the bed, and pulled out his trunk. Mkay, now would be the time to get a new roommate before he did something else wrong. He walked the trunk over to the dresser, opening each drawer and piling the clothing haphazardly in. He started to collect whatever else was his around the room. Kida wouldnt mind sharing a bed...not that it would lead up to sex, ever. But, right now, Claude would just need a place to stay, unless Jadie convinced him otherwise. Kida wouldnt mind, would be enthused, actually.
Reaching for the door handle, he stopped. Shit. Some of his more personal belongings, such as his toothbrush which he was simply not leaving without, was in the bathroom where his nervous roommate hyperventilated. His bag couldnt zip shut, considering he hadnt been neat with his packing. He would just have to walk it down a few halls, make it to the first year dorms, and find the appropriate room. Yeah, easy enough. But, he'd chance the extra seconds to get the rest of his belongings. He knocked timidly on the door. "Jade, can you finish your babbling outside?" He murmured. "I'll be out of here as soon as I get whatever shit of mine's in the bathroom." It wasnt that Claude was upset with Jadie right now, but it was the first thing that came to his mind. Hostility seemed to be a quick response for him, since he did have quite the temper. It was simple, Jadie would step out, Claude would dive in, pee before he wet himself, and snatch his things out from the cabinent behind the mirror.
Then, Jadie could go on with his happy life.
Then, Claude could go one with his misery.
Sounded like a good plan, right? But, something told him it wasnt going to be that simple.
[Oh shyeah. Smart ass-ness better get me some bonus points.]
Your Name: Sarah
How Long Have You Been RPing?:Roughly 3 years
.in character
.basic info
Name:Anthony Emeric Borger
Nickname:Anthony doesn't have much of any nickname. But, over the years, he's had plenty, just none never stuck. Tony, Emeric, and some more intimate nicknames for certain people. These nicknames, however, he would never reveal.
Age: 25
Birthday: September 2, 1985
Year: Social Studies Teacher
Nationality:Anthony is American, the great "Melting Pot" holds up to its name in his case. Most of his heritage is not straight foreword. But, he does know that he is Native American, Scottish, English, German and French. How the hell he can be all this at once, he has no idea.
Religion: Anthony is Mormon, a form of Christianity. His beliefs are similar to Christianity, seeing as it's the same concept, but has somewhat higher bars held for him. He is fairly strong to his religion. Most of its beliefs are what many would agree with. He never had sex with a woman before being married to her. Too bad this only backfired about 2 years later. It was with she he ever slept with. Also in his beliefs, he does not drink caffeinated substances, even rarely a Pepsi. Nor does he smoke, drink, gamble. Isn't he just the fun sucker? So, as part of his role as so, he also doesn't believe in boys liking other boys. But, he has no problems with those who are gay.[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Layers upon layers of solid brown. Several different shades that vary through the year, seeing as his hair lightens easily in sunlight.
Eye Color: Green with specks of hazel that are often framed by a pair of rectangular glasses.
Height: 5 foot 10.
Clothes Style: When trying to look presentable like his fellow professors, Anthony will wear button down shirts, occasionally throwing in a colorful tie, so he doesn't look like some sort of black and white figure. A pair of dark shoes, polished proudly, and a pair of pinstriped pants. However, when casual, he blends quite easily into the crowd, even the teenage crowd. A pair of loose fitting, but not at all ill fitting, jeans, some times with rips in the knees, and a shirt with some sort of funny or smart remark. Not even at a dress down day for faculty, however, he would not wear these shirts.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents: Arguing- If it can be considered as a talent, which of course his fellows on the debate team thought, he is simply marvelous at it. He can prove and disprove his own points.
Social Studies- Naturally, being the Social Studies professor, Anthony has a knack for remembering dates and general information without much effort. Words simply don't pass through one ear and out the other. He actually processed the information with interest while in school himself.
People Skills- Anthony can get along with many, even as different as himself as possible. Though may come off as a shy person from the beginning, he was born with the gift of gab
Likes: Learning- Naturally, Anthony finds knowledge as a prize resource, something he couldn't live without. He was often called a "Geek", and he had the simple reply. "Geeks rule the world! Look at Bill Gates!" Then, he'd collect his books that the tormentor had knocked from his hands, and walk off in a huff.
Sleep- The definite flaw in Anthony's job as a professor, are the long nights of grading, and the early mornings. But, he couldn't ask for a better job.
Helping- It's in Anthony's nature to help other people when needed, helping to make an excellent teacher. He's eager to please others, seeing as it seems to please himself.
Dislikes: Overachievers- Though he was previously one himself, he finds them annoying. Beyond annoying. He just wants to roll his eyes and push the kid aside. "Go kiss someone else's ass." He sees it as the person thinking they can mold him to do what they want him to do. He doesn't like to be controlled.
Fish- It's a complicated story, but rather hilarious to tell. While hilarious to the receiver, it isn't so much for him. When he was 6, he went to a carnival. Out of mere luck, he won a prize. This prize, was of the living kind, a goldfish. He loved the little thing, the first ever pet he had to himself. Unfortunately, he also had a Sphinx cat, one of which had a taste for fish. The cat killed the fish, only Anthony didn't find out. His mother realized this, and replaced it before Anthony could notice. Cat had another meal the next week. It continued quite a while, his cat killing, and his mother replacing, before Anthony walked in, catching his mother. 2 years had all ready past, and he only now found out. Although she apologized many times, Anthony held the grudge, and would no longer take any interest into fish to eat, or have as pets. When he first ate sushi, not knowing it was fish, he asked what it was, only to spit it out quickly. He had even liked the taste, too.
Science- He sees its importance, but cant quite understand it fully. Such as global warming, which he sees as a hoax. He knows the benefits of knowing of science, and passed the class with a C average once he was out of high school, but hates it all the same.
Fears: Death- Anthony fears the usual, as most do. At the top of his list, is death. Though, according to his religion, there is life after death, he is none too eager to give up the life he has currently.
Judgment- Anthony hates being judged, hates having people draw conclusions about him. It happens all the time, he knows, but doesn't appreciate other people's opinions. He's afraid that someone will draw a ludicrous conclusion, being totally off base, and yet, so many will believe it.
Loss- Along with death itself, he fears loosing someone he holds dear. This is quite a few select people, and he thinks that it could easily dwindle.
Airplanes- Anthony is a paranoid guy, easily worried in some cases. Since September Eleventh in the US, he has rarely rode in a plane. Even before then, he was uneasy with the idea.
Strengths: Prediction- Anthony finds it somewhat easy to figure people out, finding many predictable. He's all ready good with people socially as is, so it comes naturally to be able to get in their heads and get the gist of what one means.
Perseverance- Anthony is normally determined, even in some negative ways, such as his stubbornness. He has learned to persevere over the years, even as a child. He doesn't give up easily.
Conversation- He can strike up a conversation with most of anyone. It will likely be something totally off-base or random, but, it will happen.
Weaknesses: Impatience- He knows what he wants, and he wants it now. No reason to wait, right? Unless there's a good reason why he does need to wait, he's not taking that shit.
Perfection- Anthony normally wont settle for anything less than anyone's best. He can be demanding, even of himself. And, its not like he will let it go, either.
Dreams: One day, Anthony hopes to teach at an even higher up school than Eddingborough. Can you say, Harvard? No, no. Anthony wouldnt be able to handle that kind of pressure, no matter how much he would like it. Even if he was to be offered, after some serious debate with himself, he'd turn it down. He's thought of the scenario quite a bit, though doubting he would ever come to the time where he would be in use of the internal debate. Oh, but another college would be nice.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Ryan Patrick Borger; Father, 47. Emily Alison Borger; Mother, 45. Anastacia Jean Borger; Sister, 17. Charlotte Kay Borger(Melendez); Ex Wife, 23.
Hometown:Bloomington, Illinois.
History:
Anthony was born to his parents on September 2, 1985 in Bloomington Illinois. His family was often seen as unique, mainly for their religion. Anthony was taught to be obediant, to do as he was told the first time. To many, they wondered how they got him to do such a thing. Just, being of his religion, standards were strict, and Anthony wanted to live up to them. He was rather religious, even as a boy. Always willing to please; however, did not stifle his stubborn will.
By the time he was in middle school, he had all ready taken an interest in girls, though they didnt take so much in him. His voice could still sometimes be mistaken for a girl's, and he definitely screamed like a girl. He was a subject for bullying much because of this. So, he stuck to himself majority of the time, except when with teachers, family or friends, even though he could be very social.
But, no matter what, he was never very social with his sister, Ana. She was a bit younger than him, eight years, creating quite the time gap. It's easy to say that Anothy never ventured to close this gap, normally only increasing its width in distance. They never saw eye to eye, often being a very rapid fuel source to Anthony's stubborness.
Anthony's first fear of death developed when he was little, but only magnified itself when an Uncle of his, whom he was very near with, passed away due to a heartattack. He continued his insane paranoia, often backed by stubborn will, trying to be as careful and precautious as possible. It goes without saying; it didnt help his popularity rate.
Social studies came naturally to Anthony, especially during High School. Things seemed easier in High School, for some odd reason, than they did middle school. He could easily find people like him, and joined many clubs. Debate, Student Council, some tutoring. Still, he hadnt realized what he wanted to be when he grew up. When he was younger, one of his favorite movies had been "Jack" with Robin Williams playing a boy with a growth disorder, making him grow four times more than the usual rate. When he was asked what he wanted to grow up, Anthony would steal the famous line. "What do I want to be when I grow up? Alive." Rather stupid response sometimes, but it proved exactly what kind of smart ass Anthony could be.
Though he now seems to hate them something awful, Anthony was often a suck up to teachers, without really meaning to be. He would volunteer for errands that needed to be ran, seeing as he normally finished with his work ahead of time. Well, all but science work, he did. Even science assignments aside, he passed all of his classes with flying colors, graduating near the top of his class.
Anthony now considers himself very lucky to teach at Eddingborough. After all, he didnt go through with college for nothing. He had always been someone to do things himself, trying to deny help whenever possible. So, who would be a better Social Studies professor than him? Well, Anthony could tell you quite a few. Still, he gladly greets each day at Eddingborough, still ready for someone to say its his last.
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Anything Else:
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Please provide a roleplaying sample: [Sarah feels like being a smart ass today. xD]
(Claude, From And I'll Break It Just Because I Can. November 20, 2008)
This early in the semester, and he was already failing. Well, it was worse off for his room mate, Jadie, than it was him. Claude was used to failing, at least in this particular subject. No one expected much of him, but no one had pressed him to take extra study sessions.
Oh, the joy was overwhelming.
Overwhelmingly sarcastic.
As if haven't to be tutored wasn't bad enough. No, it was by an under class men. A first year. Sure, technically it was Claude's first year as well, but the fact that he had a nicer dorm had to count for something, right? Obviously not. Even Claude had never gone as far as to judge someone as by age before, but now, he simply couldn't help it.
What would be the first expected words out of someone's mouth after receiving their fifth failing test, and being pulled aside by the teacher? Even more unexpected, was the guy's suggestion. No, not a suggestion, an order.
"Claude, I have asked Kida to tutor you, twice a week."
"What?"
Had it not been a teacher he was talking to, he would have added a couple more words to that.
"Yes. Tutoring. Twice a week. He's a brilliant boy, and I believe you'll benefit."
So, he couldn't benefit from a boy his own age? Course not. An extra spoonful of misery, please. And, a pinch of humiliation to match.
Claude had to literally fight with himself to walk out his dorm and to the library. Earlier in the week, the teacher had been ever-so kind as to inform them that their study session would be at the Library, half past four the same day. At four o'clock, he was thinking up excuses. Sick. Too much homework (Which wasn't even applicable, considering Boy-Wonder would probably offer to help him with that as well.) He'd thought up every excuse, finding each time a set back.
But, he did pull himself out of there, to the library. The kid wasn't hard to spot, mounds of supplies sprawled in front of him, hands folded pleasantly on the table, not actually doing the work at hand. Of course, that was all for them both to do. Sigh.
He had been certain to bring some of his own supplies, but it wouldn't be needed, as he noticed right away. With a sigh, he approached. "Kida, right?" He asked, forcing a small smile that was apparently fake. He didn't care if there were any flaws right now. He'd rather do SO many things than to be here right now.
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(Claude, from When Hell Froze Over, Claude and Kida's Study Date. November 23, 2008 )
So, the heated argument had worked, and Claude was beyond glad. Had it not been for that little spat, he would have been studying right that second, rather sitting on his bed, relaxed in his boxers. That was how you were supposed to spend your after school hours, relaxing. Jadie was..somewhere else, Claude didn't know where. Other wise, he would have been wearing pants right now.
His mood had brightened since that last Thursday in the library. He hadn't seen the scrawny little Blondie yet. Thank God. He held 'Literature for Dummies' Close to his face for his reading. Even when he was 'relaxing' he was technically studying. Just, it wasn't for math.
He kept telling himself that he just didn't care, but Mr.MacDonald had chewed him out upon hearing that Claude had gave Kida a hard time. Claude didn't really listen, nodding his head and saying 'Yes Sir', but not knowing what he was agreeing to.
Claude yawned, closing the book and throwing it down on the floor, stretching in the bed. Yes, this was much better than what his initial plans had been. He didn't have to put up a false attitude here.
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(Claude, from Wouldnt It Be Nice? December 19, 2008)
Oh, wasnt this the news flash?
Jadie Smith come back from a vacation of guitar gigs, and what does he get? A freaky roommate! Claude sighed, rolling over on to his back. Welll, damn it. He hadnt even lasted a day of keeping his secret, secret. His cheeks were bright red by now. Why had he said it?! But, Claude was just about ready to flee into the bathroom when Jadie did. It felt like he was going to pee himself. Such a moron..
Now, didnt he have some explaining to do? Like, for example, that he had unfortunately, never gone all the way with a guy? Just some rough cock tease. Oh, a cock tease that left him groaning..and reaching for the other boy...STOP!
BAD CLAUDE BAD!
No erections while your room mate is in the bathroom, talking to himself because he's freaked out by you. It wont help your cause.
Claude tried to pretend he couldnt hear Jadie in the other room, though he could. The walls were thin in the dorms. He didnt have to strain his hearing that much. Ah, the classic stage, denial. It was a short stage, and so it wouldnt last much longer. Crap. Oh, he had so much to explain. The fact that he wasnt about to rape Jadie in his sleep, the fact that he doubted he would EVER get any from that damn first year. Honestly, Kida had strewn him SO FAR and he was yet to get anything than an exhilarating tease.
Claude hit his pillow with his fist gently, sighing. He rolled off the bed, and pulled out his trunk. Mkay, now would be the time to get a new roommate before he did something else wrong. He walked the trunk over to the dresser, opening each drawer and piling the clothing haphazardly in. He started to collect whatever else was his around the room. Kida wouldnt mind sharing a bed...not that it would lead up to sex, ever. But, right now, Claude would just need a place to stay, unless Jadie convinced him otherwise. Kida wouldnt mind, would be enthused, actually.
Reaching for the door handle, he stopped. Shit. Some of his more personal belongings, such as his toothbrush which he was simply not leaving without, was in the bathroom where his nervous roommate hyperventilated. His bag couldnt zip shut, considering he hadnt been neat with his packing. He would just have to walk it down a few halls, make it to the first year dorms, and find the appropriate room. Yeah, easy enough. But, he'd chance the extra seconds to get the rest of his belongings. He knocked timidly on the door. "Jade, can you finish your babbling outside?" He murmured. "I'll be out of here as soon as I get whatever shit of mine's in the bathroom." It wasnt that Claude was upset with Jadie right now, but it was the first thing that came to his mind. Hostility seemed to be a quick response for him, since he did have quite the temper. It was simple, Jadie would step out, Claude would dive in, pee before he wet himself, and snatch his things out from the cabinent behind the mirror.
Then, Jadie could go on with his happy life.
Then, Claude could go one with his misery.
Sounded like a good plan, right? But, something told him it wasnt going to be that simple.
[Oh shyeah. Smart ass-ness better get me some bonus points.]