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although it was painstakingly obvious he wasn't able, he sure believed he could handle these delinquents on his very own. after all, he wasn't the brightest bulb in the bunch. he had his flickering moments, all tending to appear during school subjects or physical confrontations. his decisions were occasionally rash and not as thought through as he, himself, would've liked them to be. after getting pummeled to a useless pulp he usually offered himself a reward of an extra kick in the a-s, ashamed of his impulsive reactions and eagerness to engage in scraps.

but back onto justin's response to this new information. the blonde's smug features soon dropped from his face, landing limply at his feet as daniel continued to jabber about who needed him and where who had what and et cetera. truthfully, the boy had little to no brains inside that thick skull of his, but he could tell when someone was trying to get him to buzz off. the frown creased deeply over his new stoic expression and his arms soon shifted to fold snugly over his broad chest. his golden visionaries gave the boy a once over, the scheming grin that laced his features only making the jock's suspicion flare up in warning. whatever. the sun-kissed male shrugged, allowing his grin to return, or forcing it to, before turning towards the rest of his gang. [b]"let's go then, before that sh-t runs out!" and with that simple remark they were off, not a single one of the dogs paying a fleeting glance towards the pair of adolescents left to themselves in the awkward silence of the hallway. not even justin had it in him to waste a glare their way, supposing he'd save it for later.

and once the brute was out of sight, out of mind, that's when scout's true indignation set in. the pure loathing in his two pools of murky hazel flickered towards daniel with a scorching heat, probably leaving blistered skin on the boy if he were to gaze upon him with such ire for much longer. his back was now straightened out and fists clenched firmly, to the point his tanned knuckles turned an ghastly white from the bones that strained to break free from their confinement of flesh and muscle. the boy was not just angry, no, as that was an understatement, but instead royally pissed the f-ck off. as stated once before, and probably various more times within the period of he and daniel's relationship, he could fend and protect himself. he didn't need some 'knight in shining armor' to swoop in to rescue him from some fearsome, fire-breathing dragon also know as justin hawthorn.

the first words that spewed bitterly from his mouth were, "what's your f-cking problem?" which, really, wasn't the best sort of introduction and could probably lead others to believe he was the 'fearsome, fire-breathing dragon also known as justin hawthorn' we talked of earlier. the little spitfire wasn't one to be taken easily, proof being the swelling of justin's cheek as this interaction between he and daniel occurred.

ooc: thank you as well <33333 and i probably have more typos then you even with spellcheck and grammarly uwu your writing is flawlesssssss
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and just as daniel desired to wear his emotions without restriction and truly have freedom for his buried feelings, scout prayed for just the opposite. he couldn't help but regard every aspect of himself as nothing more then a disgrace. his passionate emotions and how strongly he could feel was a f-cking curse. it made his stomach rock with a torrent of thrashing, confusing feelings he'd never be able to piece together. all the whirling currents that brewed storms within the pit of his gut caused nauseating abuse to none other then himself. racked with punches and kicks and scratches and scraps so fierce and deep cutting only he could deal them to his raging mentality. to give such vile treatment to one's self was truly loony, was it not? to him self-hated came naturally, a talent he was gifted with since first exiting the comfort of his mother's womb. it torched and inflamed his coiling insides, but he needed to feel it. had to know this was what he deserved for being such a sh-tty human being.

maybe it was a strange complex to have, but it still was the one he carried.

the pale hand extended towards him only caused his restrictions to loosen as anger began clouding all the good judgement his mind could manage, which truthfully appeared to be below average. his overpowering desire to sink his incisors into the light flesh and hook his ripping canines there for a better hold on him seemed almost sickeningly strong for his hazy mind. regardless of his 'almost intentions' he reluctantly shifted to wrap his calloused fingers around the other's hand, scarred palm connecting with one that felt much more smooth compared to his own due to the prominent lines and dips from multiple accounts of accidents or unlucky occurrences in fights. using the other's weight as an anchor he yanked himself forward, free hand pushing off the grimy hall floor until he stood face to face with daniel, hand immediately recoiling once the blonde had steadied on his feet.

his fingernails now dug crescents into the damaged skin of his palm, the pale skin around it flushing pink from the pressure while the curved indent was a soft beige. out of the vexation that shrouded him while this a-s stood before him, his jaw clenched tightly as to not spout out something dreadfully stupid and get knocked onto his rump once more. he had to pause, run words over with himself before finally he allowed a short phrase to tumble past his opulent lips. [b]"i didn't ask for your f-cking help." boy, this one had a wide vocabulary. his dull, umber luminaries kept connected with those of elegant blue, and the longer he let their gazes remained locked the more his fist twitched in need to whale the other and spew out every curse word that littered his static mind.

despite the obvious, immortal heat of violence that hid horrendously behind his swampy hues, his deep frown probably appeared more like a pout and furrowed brow oddly nonthreatening. if the whole school was one big gag or joke to him, he must've been the punchline.

ooc: aww thank you so muuuuch!! and same!! i looooove this roleplay
a smol ball of agitation and anGER
daniel's the REAL bab tho tbh he's like
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#cometscodes

[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 32pt; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 4px black;]scout mccoy[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -3px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;][b]male ★ seventeen ★ homosexual ★ hotheaded[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; color: white; font-size: 6pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -7px;]fate was something he hated believing, while daniel seemed to be indifferent towards the topic. scout couldn't help but think there was some kind of destiny for everyone, even if some people left behind legacies of dirt just as he strongly believed he, himself, would. he dwelled in a dirt town among a handful of dirt people. dirty, dirty neighbors and acquaintances who wouldn't get anywhere, as they were trapped in the same pathetically miserable routine that scout had already been sucked into as well. the dirty blonde fiercely believed now there was no escaping, no point in trying to get out of steel confinement. the adolescent also believed that, if there was a god, they surely had a special, certain place in their stony heart sectioned off from the rest just for him. the crevice reeking of spite and wrath, the one crack unsealed, as everyone held a little bit of hate in them. even those who claimed to be all-powerful or divine.

and he really hoped, from the bottom of whatever heart he used to own, that no one else's would spoil as his own had. he really, really hoped everyone possessed more strength within them then he ever had, to fend off the ravenous disease that had managed to infect his main artery. pop the vessels and let sinews rot out, poison the blood it produced so the shriveling organ pumped out venom to the rest of his slight yet hardened figure. after quite a shockingly swift amount of time, it began to get funny that scout couldn't feel the negative affect it had on him.

his foggy eyes narrowed at the other's statement, one hand shifting to grip the other. his fingers played over his tanned, scarred knuckles and brushed between the creases, unaware of his subconscious actions. scout wanted to spat something out in a sharp tone of voice, to tell the other to piss off and go f-ck himself, but he couldn't exactly concoct the right sentence. despite how effortless some may have found stringing words together, scout usually had trouble with the matter unless he was writing them down. even then he had writer's block more then most would, and nothing he wanted to jot down ever seemed to flow freely, everything seemed forced.

all the boy found himself breathing out in return to daniel's quip was a measly, [b]"whatever," anger blowing past his lips as the fire dulled in his dark luminaries. his emotions were abruptly more contained and controlled then before, and instead of carrying an unbearable weight of rage upon his sore shoulders it turned into a lighter load of agitation. yet the softer feeling still brought no relief to the caramel haired teen, only let his expression shift to one of more creases and wrinkles as his face scrunched up slightly. the annoyance that overpowered the wrath now made his insides squeeze together instead of flail all over the place as they had been doing before. sure, they still quivered a bit as the rage that surged through scout never truly left him, but now everything seemed so much more... passive.

and so, with that final word, the blonde turned with a huff, tenebrous eyes fluttering to a close for a moment to compose his wild emotions. the anger that had left would soon enough return home to his slim form and make due again inside his sturdy bones, but for now only exasperation plagued him, and for daniel's sake the other male should've hoped it'd stay that way until he walked off out of sight. for even the slightest twinge of the extreme feeling could spark a whole fire in his heart, and by then the angsty teen would implode. but for now, all the other did was walk leisurely, saunter away from the other adolescent and exit the school building without a single f-cking sh-t given to the consequences.

he didn't care in the slightest. scout was going home.

ooc: sorry for all the inactivity :ccccc my internet kept cutting out yesterday and today i had to decorate for halloween todaaaaayyyyy
but yES
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