Posts by ChyBu

Nick jumped when something near the door crashed. It was Eli. Nick curled deeper into his seat, instantly on edge. One of the boys looked over at him and Nick's eyes dropped to the desk-top.

"You, too, should just kill yourself, F**. Your kind is not approved of around here," Nick just continued staring. They had left Eli alone, but they had unfortunately shifted their attention to Nick. The kids just shoved him harshly against the edge of his desk. Nick's head dropped lower; his hair hiding his face and, thus, his tears.

"Thanks," Keegan said, "I will definitely check this out." The kid smiled at him and said that he would see Keegan here. Turning slightly, Keegan saw the young man that had so kindly helped him find his room, waving at him. He smiled back and paused for a second, before walking quickly over. He needed to do this before he lost his nerve.

"Hey," Keegan said, as he walked up to the boy, "I am so sorry for earlier. I guess I was nervous, since it was my first day in a new school. Normally, I am so much better with people. I guess, I should introduce myself properly. I am Keegan Hart, and you are?"

Hunter grinned brightly, finally letting his extreme excitement show. His hair, for once was washed and brushed for this occasion. Seriously, it was a freaking special occasion for that to happen. He reached out to touch Zylen, only to return said hand to his lap after everyone, except himself and the kid, stiffened.

"Why ya in here?" The brunette asked, "I am in here because apparently I am far to addicted to pain. I made a mistake and it nearly cost my life. My family thought I was psycho so they sent me here. Quite a wonderful place, ain't it? The isolation is the best part, right?" Hunter allowed himself a sharp, sarcastic laugh. His words were sarcasm, of course. He hated this place passionately. He would practically give anything to get out of here. In hind-sight, Hunter was a little weird to be so addicted to pain, but curiosity always got the better of him. He wanted to see how far he could go. The pain wasn't getting to be enough.

"Thankfully," he continued, still sarcastically, "we have to wonderful guards to escort of us everywhere. It is almost like it is their job to protect the world from us and ourselves." A smirk crossed his face.

Octavian sat up from his position on the bed. Arianna was prettier when she was showered. He grinned widely at her.

"Do you want to eat something?" He asked, his voice, for some reason, husky, "We can go out after that. Or we can just go out. What time do we have to go back? And would it be weird if I ever came and visited you where you live?"

OOC;; I am so sorry these posts are so short. I am not entirely sure why.

As soon as the lesson ended, Nick was out the door. He did want to deal with anyone in the class and esspecially not Eli. Gym was his next class. Depending on the day, it was either his best or worst class. Today, it was the bad class. The Asian quickly returned his things to his locker and went to the changing room to change into his gym clothes. Quietly, locking himself into one of the stalls, he changed, making sure his cuts were well-bandaged and completely hidden. He stepped out and was immediately confronted by his bullies. Instantly, the blood drained Nick's face. One of the bullies held a sock with a bar of soap in it. Swinging it rather gaily, the boy grinned, making Nick even more frightened.

"This is for making s fool out of me, fairy." The other two boys graded Nick and dragged him to a bench. Nick resisted, but it was all for naught. These kids, though Nick was an athlete, were stronger together than the victim was. As soon as Nivk was laid out on the bench, struggling as much as he could, the soap fell. Nick cried out in pain, when it slammed into his stomach, and writhed trying desperately to free himself. The other just tightened their holds as the blows reined down on his sensitive body. Tears streamed down his face by the time they left him. Red-faced and crying, Nick curled in on himself, trying to alleviate the pain in his body.

Keegan held out his palm for a hand-shake, "It is pleasure to...re-meet you." His voice practically purred and his the skin around his eyes crinkled in a honest smile.

"I actually don't need help to get to my next class, which is Film Studies. According to the map, it isn't far from here. Well, I need to get going, lest I be late. It was great meeting you, hopefully we can talk again. I would love to taste your 'killer cookie recipe' sometime," Keegan waved slightly as he turned towards his classroom. Keegan was the last student to get there and they started a few minutes before the bell. Everyone introduced themselves and said what they liked to do. Keegan was one of the few that adored acting and other performing arts, which actually surprised.

Film studies was an incredibly interesting topic. Time literally flew by and by the time class was over, Keegan wished the class was longer. He had taken copious notes. At the end of class, Keegan actually thanked the professor for his class. The prof returned his thanks with a wink and 'glad you liked it.' Still, though, Keegan didn't have any homework yet, though, granted, this was the first week of school.

OOC;; It is fine. I completely understand.

Bump.

Nick struggled to a seated position, his core spamming from the movement. The Asian let out a choked groan, fighting the stomach pain. Gagging he struggled for control over his stomach. Obviously, his bully had not been gentle with his home-made whip. Nick looked around, looking for something, anything, sharp. A jagged piece of metal bench caught his eye and he dragged himself to it.

He scraped his arm across it and watched the blood well up from the cuts. He had gone deeper than he had ever done so before and his life slowly pumped from his body. Almost too late, he realized his mistake. Sluggishly, he tried to apply pressure, but left out a sharp cry of pain when he did so, nearly passing out from the pain. Nick choked, panic swelling I his chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Help me. Please, help me," Nick groaned struggling to stay conscious, tear streaks covering his cheeks. The world spun around him, but still he struggled to stay conscious. Still the blood leaked from his arms, terrifying the young man even more.

"Great!" Octavian cried, smiling brightly. He stood and lead Arianna to the kitchen. As he lead her to the kitchen, he kept a running commentary of what was in the house.

"By the way, call me 'Tavian...everybody else does. Also, everybody knows me, so if you need help you can just ask...although I am not really a person that helps that much. People have called me a waste of space, but, whatever." He showed her where all the food was in the kitchen.

Hunter turned to the psychologist, an eyebrow quizzically raised. A smirk twisted his mouth, a low growl exiting his throat. He too soon ignored her and turned his attention back to his new roomie. Widening his eyes when he heard that Zylen had never been out of this awful, Hubter let out another sharp growl. They should let him have a taste of normal life. Granted, it was a little were that this kid was cannibalistic, but they wee already closely observed. Nothing got passed the guards; they were very strict. Anyhow, Hunter believed he could take care of himself.

"Just out of interest, how much weight do you loose, since you refuse to eat any of the food provided?" He asked, curiosity once again getting the better of him.

Eheheheh. Yep. Definitely two crazy friends...I want to be part of this friendship.

I wouldn't mind RPing with you. Just a little warning I have recently returned to RPing, so I am still getting back into the swing of things, if you get my meaning.

As for plot, I wouldn't mind some BxB plot. All thoae threads I have tried to start either end up being dropped or are a little slow. I would also like it if the wasn't the basic guy meets guy and they fall in love. I would like it, if there was a twist to it...like...uh...they were old friends, but they had a falling out in high school or something. One guy goes down the road of success while the other one is rather unlucky in the way his life has turned out. They could accidentally meet and they don't recognize each other. Or something like that.

I would love to join.

Octavian Smith, a body artist...among other things.

What do you think?

That is what I was thinking.

Preferably success at a...younger age. I am not sure I could RP a 40 year old man.

I would be fine with that.

I would prefer the play the one plagued with unfortunate events. I generally play those characters better.

Hm...I am trying to be realistic.

Maybe, my character is actually trying to turn his life around and tries to work at a restaurant/coffee shop that your character. We could also have an attempted mugging of your character and mine comes to save him. What do you think?

Nick blankly looked up as Eli come to him, his eyes pleading. Panic made his heart beat faster; now everyone in the school would know. More tears leaked down his face.

"Help me," he whispered his voice hoarse, "please." The room spun around him, making him sway drunkenly. Truthfully, he required medical attention, but Nick was scared. He didn't want people to find out about his mishap. His accident. It wouldn't be taken that way and the bullying would get worse.

As Eli left, Nick let out a frantic cry of panic, "No! Don't leave me!" Panicked sobs exited his mouth and he felt the world closing in him. Gosh, he really wouldn't be able to stay away for much longer. Kleenexes were placed on his arm, but Nick no longer knew who head them there. He shivered spasmodically, trying to fight the darkness which threatened to consume him. Ultimately, no matter what Eli did, Nick slumped into unconsciousness.

Great! Who should start the thread?

"You are different," Octavian spoke quietly as he got a meal together for the two of them, "I treat you well. Honestly, I really don't treat other people that well, but I don't really care of what other people think of me. I understand when I am referee to like that. I am, indeed, a waste of space. I just live off my mother's money. She doesn't care what I do, because she doesn't believe in true love. She doesn't really know how to raise me."

Octavian smiled grimly, lost in thought. Finally, off-handedly he through a comment out there.

"Being rich isn't always the best thing. Sure we don't starve, but we don't really understand the necessities of life. We party because we can, not because it is fun."