Posts by Wolfkit12

((No prob- can't wait to see the plot unfold some more, though. You've definitely got a cool idea here XP))

Clay's eyes widened like saucers as R.J.'s grip tightened, but he attempted- a failed, for the most part- to not let so much fear show. He bit down hard on his bottom lip as his back was grazed against the lockers- now truly realizing just how many bumps and edges the things had- determined not to cry out. As soon as he was dropped, he made an attempt to get up, only to be stopped by a foot on his stomach. His face paled, body frozen in place. But a small bit of that stubborness was still sticking, and he made his best, albeit shaky, attempt at a glare.

"I-I'm not sca- GAH-!" Clay's eyes screwed shut as R.J. dug his foot into his stomach, effectively both driving the wind out of him and sending an extreme wave of pain through his torso. He reached up in a fervant effort to push him off- but it was like trying to shove a brick wall, getting him nowhere.

"G-get.. off!" He half-gasped, half-snapped, as loud as he could manage with the oxygen impediment. The irritation was back, flashing almost nervously amidst fear.

((Oops XP Sorry about that last bit- I was practically asleep while finishing that text last night. I gotta wonder what I was thinking, though- 'angst is more than you, so what's your dare!'... I vaguely remember an arguement))

"Pride?" Clay barked out quite roughly, breathing coming shorter, gritting his teeth together tightly as the huge high-schooler's shoe ground into him. He was trying at dry humor- if only because it felt like the only other aternative was giving in to blind terror and begging for mercy. "Heh- as if I- AAGGH!!" He jerked violently, letting out a sharp scream as R.J. ground his shoe into his ribs- the brief lift hardly enough time to breathe in much-needed air. His world went white for more than a short moment- a second ram sent him going absolutely still, the sudden, sharp pain not quite registering, mind blanching.

Unconsciousness only clouded Clay's head for a brief time- though unaware of the comings and goings around him- but it was still a foggy blur. A painful foggy blur, at any attempt at clear thought, but the headache became just a mere annoyance as the rest of his body suddenly flared back to life, catching up to his mind for the most part within seconds.

"N-ngh.." He mumbled incoherently, before trying to sit up- wrong move.

"AAH!!" Every nerve in his midriff exploded at the attempt, and he went still again, save for the slight quivering. His face was twisted in pain, though the quivering stilled after a moment.

"O-ow, ow, ow.." Maybe he'd just sit here for the rest of the day. No one would miss him, right? And maybe his gut could decide to stop burning…

As Clay lie still, he found the pain slowly ebbing from the flaring burning, if only a bit. The burst of pain had been like the event in its entirety catching up to him all at once- he was still sore, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. That was important. Though... he couldn't help but wonder why it didn't hurt worse. R.J. was practically twice his size, probably a little more, and looked like he could've beaten him to a pulp, or snapped him in half, or maybe even killed him (or landed him in the E.R.), if he was pissed enough. But... he didn't. For how insanely bad Clay's body felt at the moment, he had a feeling nothing had broken. Maybe bruises or something, but not broken. And... he'd walked away. He'd made a big deal about how pissed he was, but he hadn't really done anything SO bad considering... Clay shook his head mentally, inwardly scowling. His head must still be a little fuzzy... he was giving the guy a heck of a lot of credit. R.J.'d probably just gotten bored or something. Or maybe he had some other poor kid to beat the snot out of. Whatever, it wasn't important. He was gone-

"Huh-?!" Panic only flashed in his gaze for the briefest of moments as he snapped his eyes open to see what had grabbed his shoulder, ready to drop all pretenses of pain and jump- was R.J. back? No... No, R.J. was definitely bigger. And had red hair... and wasn't female.

".. Who're you?" He asked, relaxing, though still confused as he looked up at the brown-haired girl.

"..Clay." He answered, thoughts still a little slow.

(short post, sry, my nook died. on my crappy-typing 3ds DX)

Clay paused, giving his response some thought. He then pushed himself up by his arms experimentally- hissing quietly as he twisted around to do so, but at least not collapsing.

"...Probably." Sure, he used the lockers for support twice, and yeah, he bumped his ribs against the metal when he lost his balance for a split second, but he was on his feet. He didn't look too worse for wear on the surface- clothes a little ruffled, hair a little more disheveled than usual- though closer inspection would show his shoulders hunched forward, a slight tilt to how he held himself, not quite standing straight. He gave a vaguely strained grin, a faint glaze to his eyes.

"See? Perfectly fine." He laughed a little, but it was quickly cut short with a grimace, stance faltering as he instinctively raised a hand to his stomach. "O-okay..." Clay looked back at Sarah, grin just a touch more struggling than before. "Maybe not.. perfectly." He shook his head slowly, not really up to doing anything too fast at the moment, before glancing down the hallway, eyes eventually finding the clock. Recognition lit in his eyes.

"You should probably be getting to class. Most teachers won't like it if you show up late."

((Hiya! Life's stil hell, and high scho's still hell, and my nook is giving me hell and refusing to type correctly 100% of the time, but I finally have wi-fi at my house! YES! So, um.. What the hell, might I ask, is going on? On what note did the last thread (cries tears) end?

Oh, and tracking XP))

((I'm curious- how old/what grade is R.J. in?))

Clay went rigid at seeing R.J., as the guy reached for him, caught somewhere between terror, anger, and muzzled pain. The simple, helpful motion of pulling him up was.. really shocking. Still tense, he looked up at R.J., a bit nervous, but fully ready to snap in response to his little 'observation', until his next words actually made him pause, surprised. He blinked- did he just.. offer to help him? Cautious, and just a little suspicious, he almost considered bolting. Until, of course, he realized that first, R.J. would no doubt stop him, or be undoubtedly faster than him, and second, he probably wouldn't get far anyway in his current condition. And he seemed sincere enough, he begrudgingly admitted..

".. I won't tell anyone." He wasn't quite sure why he agreed to the terms, but he'd keep his word.

((.. I feel bad for not knowing, but then, you did change your username.. Who are you? Wait, lemme guess... Either Loki Charms or willow?

Clay started as his feet dangled in midair, arm tightening around R.J.'s neck minutely as he headed down the hallway. As they arrived at the nurse's office, Clay waved off the apology, giving a slightly awkward grin; still not quite comfortable about the "bully"'s help, but he kept his mouth shut. The nurse led him over to the examination table (I believe), asking him several questions as he sat down, checking out his injuries. He cringed a few times, but she was careful not to be too forceful as she finished.

"Nothing's broken, thankfully, but you certainly came close Mr. Terran." She handed him an ice pack, which he placed gingerly against his ribs. "Several fractures to the rib cage, and quite a bit of bruising, but you'll live." The last part was in jest, of course. "I want you to sit out of P.E. for a few weeks while everything's healing. Ice it every few hours- come see me if you need to- and don't do anything to put too much strain on your torso, alright?" Clay nodded obediently, standing up gingerly.

"Yes, Mrs. Wilkins." He answered with a slight grin.

"Though, I do wish you'd tell me what got you so roughed up..." Clay hesitated briefly, before giving a casual grin.

"Just got into a little disagreement, that's all. I'll try to be a little more careful next time." He wasn't sure why he wasn't sharing, but he didn't know how far R.J.'s deal went; the nurse was a bit old, but she knew who R.J. was, and it'd seem a bit odd since he'd been the one to bring Clay here...

((XP Six... school... papers... DX Help me!))

((I'm not quite sure what you planned on having happen... So here's my charrie))

Clay closed the window quietly behind him, jumping off the windowsill with as much grace as he could manage. Which.. wasn't much, considering the loud clap his feet made against the stone floor when he landed. He cringed, looking around for any signs of movement. When he saw nothing, he relaxed, before heading off towards the knights' wing of the castle. A big smile was on his face, though he looked a bit tired. The night before, he had snuck out to go stargazing again- the best view was from right outside the woods by the town, hands down. But, of course, he wasn't supposed to- knights, apparently, were supposed to be dedicated to their duties, always following some invisible rule book people made up on the fly. At least, that's what it felt like.

"Dad's always rambling about that stuff, anyway.." He muttered to himself as he crossed the main room. His father was one of the head guards, but he didn't see the glamour of the job- all you did was stand around all day, every day, doing nothing. Except the weekly training sessions, but he usually managed to skip out of those.

((Picture's coming- he's 14 years old, btw))

Clay's lips pursed slightly as R.J. approached, still a little intimidated by the guy.

"U-uh... I think I'll be fine." He answered after a moment. His hand found his visor again, much like when he'd first bumped into R.J... literally. "Besides, what would happen if someone showed up in the hallway?" He had begun piecing it together... a little bit. He'd at least noticed how there was a crowd when R.J. had actually been hitting him, and then the hallways were empty besides them when he'd suddenly changed his tune.

"... Thanks." He muttered quietly, but he was already out the door. Well.. whatever. R.J. was the reason he was here in the first place, anyway. Releasing his visor again, he walked out of the room, taking a left turn. Ice still clutched in his right hand, he glanced up at a clock- it was almost second block already. His class was close, anyway, he thought, headed down the next hallway.

As Clay walked down another hall, he spotted another guy- well, he was pretty sure, though it kinda looked like he was wearing girl's clothes...

"Heya!" He greeted, giving a lopsided grin as he walked up beside him, not really noticing the fake bruises at first.

Clay grinned, chuckling lightly at the crack in his voice, before looking at the guy's clothes a little closer.

"Question-" he began, really only driven by curiosity, "-are those supposed to look like girl's clothes?" Great conversation starter, he thought a bit oddly, before dismissing the thought. After the unusual events about R.J., he was glad to relax again... well, at least mentally. If he was lucky, the incident with the taller guy would disappear soon enough. He'd just... have to try to avoid him as best he could.

"The first thing you found was your sister's clothes? So is your sister walking around somewhere wearing your clothes, then?" Clay asked jokingly, resisting the urge to laugh at the guy's flustered reactions.

((Hm... I feel the need for a character not constricted by classtimes... Aha!

))

Clay turned to the new voice in surprise, before giving a bright grin.

"Hey, Sarah!" He greeted. "Ah, c'mon, give me some credit- I'm not dying, you know." He joked, though he cut his laughter short. As Miku approached, her words sparked a look of realization in Clay's eyes, and he grinned again.

"You know, I don't think half of us even know each other's names." He stated simply, before deciding to speak first. "In case it's not already clear, I'm Clay." He introduced, smiling.

Simon inhaled the fresh air as he stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the school, a serene expression briefly taking refuge in his expression. The monochrome-themed young man opened his eyes, the serenity leaving in favor of its previous calmness- nearing expressionless, but there was a look of interest in his eyes as he gazed at the schoolgrounds in front of him, a domino-colored japanese bag hanging from his shoulder (idk any japanese bags, but imagine a legitimate one). Three years into college, Simon had opted for an internship-meets-temporary-job as the helper to the school therapist here. Normally, the position wouldn't seem like much, but Metis Cykes, the woman currently servingg as their therapist, was formerly of great renown before she had retired from the limelight- he'd heard rumors that it had been to take better care of her young child, as her husband had died not long ago. Simon had emulated Metis in junior high, and now he couldn't quite quell the small rise of excitement deep in his chest at the prospect of learning from her.

As he approached the side entrance of the school, taking long, easy strides, a flash of red caught his eye. Pausing, he turned, gaze finding a younger male- though his rather tall, larger stature was almost enough to fool him into thinking otherwise, his face hadn't quite matured past that of a teen yet. It was while he observed this that Simon realized that the boy was asleep- and a faint ringing echoing from inside the building suggesting that classes were beginning very soon. He would be late if he didn't get going, but the headphones covering his ears were likely interfering with his awareness of the outside world. Walking over soundlessly, Simon crouched down beside him, reaching an arm out to shake his shouler firmly, though not too roughly.

"Come now, Red-san." He spoke tersely, deep, gruff voice seeming almost too old for one his age, but there was no roughness or testiness in his tone. "Tardiness is not a good habit to keep."

Simon's gaze lingered on the pair's retreating backs, piercing gray eyes narrowed in thought as he stood, until, they'd both disappeared into the building. Something was definitely off... He shook it off inwardly. It wasn't any of his concern. He wouldn't be able to justify his prying inquiries if he didn't first have a reason. Standing up, he walked inside himself, though headed down a different hallway than the duo.

Clay nodded in agreement.

"I had to take history last year- it's gotta be one of the worst classes possible." He commented with a chuckle.

((I'm so sluggish this morning XP))

Clay 'hm'ed in thought.

"Still, there are other places you could go that could be way more fun than school." He pointed out, grinnning a bit at Miku's 'despair'.

Clay blinked in surprise, before laughing.

"What? No, of course not! It was only a thought." It reallly had been- how had she gotten skipping out of it, he wondered.

"I never would've taken you as the type to skip." Clay observed, though he was grinning, not meaning it in any way offensively. "I have... Calculus next." He answered, after a moment of thought.