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| Deleted User | Jun 10 2008, 01:09 PM Post #1 |
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Traversing the campus felt like he was crossing enemy territory, though he’d left his sword at home, he still had the sinking feeling that at any moment someone was going to pop out and attack him. History thus far had proved the assumption to be the correct one, even some crying student on a bench could turn violent and crazy without the slightest provocation, they called it teenage angst but Brian felt like it was playing with fire. Still as he pushed though the dorm doors, he had to visit someone. He wanted to see Trinis one more time, and if the rumors flying around held any truth it could be the last time they talked as Trinis would likely head back to his home if AHS shut down. There was some need to clear the air between them, the last time they had seen each other Trinis had to stab him. If only their meetings weren’t always about someone that was going to die. Still the fact that their meetings were often about life and death, it lead Brian to avoid the eventual discussion. Yet the conscious thought of never seeing Trinis again like he feared that he’d never see Raine again. Was enough to get him to leave his comfort zone, and head deep into the heart of everything that bothered him about AHS. Climbing these stairs, so deep in thought, it was almost like his first year at AHS. Ascending the stairs so nervous and unsure of himself, sorting his thoughts with each step he took. Till he was here on the fourth floor and his resolve met with his destination. He could see Trinis, tell him that for all the effort he put in that he was a valued friend even if they couldn’t always see each other. Room 409 wasn’t far from the staircase, a few steps and he was there. This door was just like all the other dorm rooms, nothing special. Yet the intense feeling at the pit of his stomach wasn’t one he’d get from any other room. Still there wasn’t any time like now. *knock knock knock* |
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| Deleted User | Jun 11 2008, 01:03 AM Post #2 |
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Tiras sat nervously in the comfortable sofa in front of the television in the flat-style dormitory. His knee was bouncing up and down rapidly, the seconds ticked away by the precise thumping of the heel of his sneaker. He waited impatiently, and yet, nothing would he pay to see the time fly by any faster. He dreaded the time. He didn't even dare to look at the clock until he realized that avoiding such an action made it seem like it was going faster. Glancing up, he gave a slight sigh of relief that only a minute had passed. One down, ten to go, right? Tiras thought. Then, his mind wandered toward the kitchen, where he knew the rolls were still baking. The timer on that would go off any moment, now. In sudden anticipation, he rose and rushed to them. Perhaps, she would delay if they weren't ready yet? The betraying scent of garlic and rosemary in the air told him the rolls would be faithfully waiting for her, cooled in just enough time to be packed up and go. Still, Tiras checked the oven, pushing the light button and viewing the contents through the glass. Cursed little buggers were rising and turning golden. It was the only time in his life that Tiras recalled wishing that something had gone wrong with his cooking. He made mistakes, but not when he wanted to, apparently. Dinner with the folks, Tiras thought miserably. What if they don't like me? Why should I care? I do care. Light of Mercy... The last couple of days had tortured Tiras since he had agreed to accompany Catherine on a quick dinner visit to her parents' house. Why had he agreed? He should have kept his mouth shut and wished her well, but not this time. No, he had to open his trap and volunteer to go meet them. He loved Catherine. Tiras was finally coming to terms with that, but to say he was actively involved in that love would be a cruel mockery of that love. He was afraid of it. Shy as a child. Sure, he did the things that most men in love do, but he held back from ever telling her what they meant to him. His swift 'I love you's were usually said in jest to lighten the mood while he wondered why he felt so confused inside and couldn't bring himself to say it in earnest. To say it would be to mean it. The little egg timer perched on the stove chirped that the rolls should be removed from the oven. Turning it off and switching the temperature off, Tiras opened the oven door. He would've known at a glance that these were done without the timer. The rolls were perfectly golden, the sour dough that had been so elastic now a hard crust as he eased the tray out with a potholder from the drawer nearest the oven. A couple minutes on the stove to cool, and they would be ready for the trip. The sound of a doorknob turning caught his attention as he set the tray down. So absorbed in his baking and the anticipation, Tiras had almost completely forgotten Mim's presence as she poked her head into the living room from Trinis's bedroom. Like a mouse, she checked around until her sight oriented on Tiras in the kitchen. She had been in and out of the dormitory (something never witnessed before) for the past few weeks as she tended to Trinis. Yet, she still seemed embarrassed to be stepping out of a male's bedroom. Honestly, I haven't heard anything coming from that room but idle chat. Why does she act like she's sneaking out on some sort of 'Walk of Shame'? Tiras thought curiously. Mim was prude, though. The very thought of her being active in her relationship to Trinis was enough to scandalize her, and Tiras, to his credit, had made no insinuations to embarrass her. She did enough of that on her own. She left the door open and strode purposefully toward the kitchen when she saw Tiras was the only inhabitant in the dormitory. Her white hair was down around her shoulders and curled in waves, whisking about as she walked, and her eyes, golden-red, were soft with a bit of warmth. Not toward Tiras, of course. She was simply relaxed. It was a rare state for her, and Tiras thought it incredibly flattering on the usually stark and prude princess. "Rolls?" she asked, sniffing a little from the counter where a few barstools stood. She pulled herself into one and waited for Tiras to finish setting the egg timer again. "Sourdough," he answered the not-quite-a-question. "Roasted garlic and rosemary." "They smell incredible." "Thank you." She had complimented him, but Tiras knew the underlying statement in there was that she needed to use something in the kitchen and he had best vacate it soon. Smiling a little, Tiras slowly helped himself to a bread basket in one of the lower cupboards. It was an amusing game (from his end) that they shared. While Mim would compliment his cooking and benefit from it, she didn't trust him in the close quarters of the kitchen. She knew Tiras would seize any opportunity to pin her in and make her uncomfortable with his closeness. She waited, but her nerves were growing frayed as he spent an extra few moments choosing between a checkered cloth and a simple ivy cloth to line the basket with. A knock from the door saved her an irate snap. "Tiras," Mim said in a level voice. "The door." "What about it, princess?" Her jawline seemed to harden and then slowly relax. "It's rude for a guest to answer their host's door." Suppressing a chuckle, Tiras dropped one of the cloths (he didn't care which) into the bread basket and walked toward the door. Mim seized the opportunity to help herself to the bowls and ice cream with him out of the way. What was waiting was neither Catherine nor...well...human? Tiras clutched the cloth in his hand nervously as he surveyed the new arrival with a stoic gaze. Red fur covered its...his face while piercing blue eyes nearly bore through the awkward, blond teen. Behind him, a red-furred tail swished impatiently. Not recalling anyone (or thing) in his memory quite like this, Tiras hardened his stoicism. "Yes?" |
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| Deleted User | Jun 11 2008, 02:22 AM Post #3 |
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His life was currently painful. Though his left arm hurt something righteous, that was not the painful part. For years scientists had theorized that worker bees and colony ants would effectively fall over dead if they were prevented from doing their life's work. Trinis defined himself as the working man, determined to put in every hour he could at his job while somehow juggling school and social life in between. Why? Just like how every worker bee wanted to be the best to their queen, he wanted to be worthy of Mim and her family. Though they were distant royalty, Trinis's common blood meant that to him he needed to be extraordinary in some adult mannerism in order to win her hand. He would soon have enough credits to begin College, soon have enough money to buy practically any place in Tokyo or home in England for them to live in. He needed to think less about running around with blades and more about being worthy of asking for her hand in marriage. Thus, bed rest was a complete and utter torment. To make matters worse, Seraph had given him paid leave... he hated making money for doing nothing. It felt dirty just to sit here without his job, without even school work now that the hot Tokyo summer had come around. For a bloody month he'd been sitting here, cared for between Tiras and Mim. Any sort of muscle strength his training with Kazura had yielded was instantly crushed by a month of low movement capabilities. Ice cream from his girlfriend also didn't help. How had this happened? Truth be told, if not for Seraph and Teo, Trinis probably would no longer have a left arm at all. Impact at roughly 300 miles an hour with several G forces of pressure all across his arm had broken every bone and hyper-extended if not ripped just about every muscle. Meta human bodies and Brian's body had certainly been built to withstand such things, but Trinis was currently being reminded that he was just human. Not only human, but useless... The arm would have been healed by now if not for the damned armor he'd been wearing. Sure, it had tricked Harmony into obeying him nicely, but the bad part about a spiritual energy block is that spiritual healers cannot exactly due their job. He did not remember how he wound up on the operating table, or how long it had taken them to get the armor off his body. By the time they had, surgery was a necessity due to a need to remove all the bone splinters and reset the muscles. To Prometheus Corps' credit, his arm should have been in some futuristic cast for the next six months. Thanks to the culmination of medical, meta, and human doctoral technology, it was currently in a sling. There were no scars or pins hidden within the arm, that much was a guarantee. In fact, the only reason it was in the sling still was the time needed for the muscles to completely re adapt with the tendons and bones. Other than the fact this was still his arm, it was like Trinis had been given a brand new, unused human arm of his exact proportions. It was difficult to move at all, and moving it did hurt something awful. Right now, physical therapy led by white haired nurse was a torture of wrist rotations, shoulder rolling, and finger twiddling. All the kisses he earned out of co-operation could not be the passionate ones he so longed to share. Mim was still Mim after all. Though she cared for him, inner fear of what others would assume kept her from having any fun at all, even of the simple making out kind. Tiras and Kaz regularly ripped on him for having the closest most loving platonic relationship they'd ever seen... and damn were they right. This idol time of recovery was not helping that fact either. Mim snuck away for more ice cream, and by sneak it literally looked like she was taking the walk of shame Tiras sent women on. His eyes rolled, recognition of how silly and insulting such a thing was to both of them filled his face. After letting out a sigh, Trinis decided he'd had about enough of sitting in his bedroom. Time for a short walk. Getting out of bed is something awkward when a person losses pratically one side of their body. Granted his left leg still worked fine, but moving was something entirely sore. Worse yet was the concept of putting on a t-shirt. A look in the mirror told Trinis how downright pathetic he looked... no longer as tone as he used to be, dressed in simple gray pajama bottoms instead of a suit, and his hair was simply flattened from lying in bed so much. "Mate, you'd better damn well be thankful for that day..." It was a whisper to no one, more a thought than an actual statement. He opened the door, trying to put on a chipper face and failing absolutely when he noticed Tiras was still in the dorm. The wonderful smell of food hit him, but food lost its color when one could go to nowhere but the kitchen and the bathroom. Mim and ice cream did not seem to believe this... hold the phone, was Tiras answering the door? Trinis blinked once, then twice as his body leaned to the right to look around the other Brit. What his eyes spied half convinced him that the muscle relaxers were hallucinogenic. Red fur, blue eyes... and Tiras bumbling a hello. Harsh words escaped his mouth, harsher than he meant them to be. The muscle relaxers had for some odd reason not relaxed his tongue. "Tiras, answer the fucking door like you're not an asshole would you? Brian, come on in..." A smile crept across his face, but it was only momentary. The person whom he had chosen as a friend did not look in the slightest of cheery moods. Seeing as how they only seemed to meet during life and death matters to begin with, the Red furred recluse was probably here on a mission. "Did you need help with something?" |
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| Deleted User | Jun 12 2008, 03:25 AM Post #4 |
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As the door opened Brian’s eyes were quickly to the door, checking the door number. It was in fact 409 and it had to be Trinis’ room, but there was another man at the door. If there was any one way to describe the short average looking fellow, was just that. Brian tried to figure out why he was staring at some strange boy rather than the friend he had come to see. A sharp tongued. ‘yes?’ was enough to take Brian’s roaming vision from the room down to the boy alone. Brian was going to back down; he didn’t need to cause yet another conflict on the campus. In fact for all his searching feelings for coming this far could have tripped on a pin and caused him to stumble away from this humble goal. The pin in this case could have been the boy blocking the entrance to the dorm room. Brian took on step backwards, and as he did Trinis stepped out, the door open and his most recent battle wound a item of note as Brian knew he was responsible for it. Trinis’ arm was still in a sling, for everything Brian had dealt with in his years at AHS he had always been able to heal, or adapt quickly. He’d just assumed Trinis would have been fine by now, yet there he was in a sling. Brian felt all the more awkward for not having come sooner, he could have checked on Trinis at any time, apologized…for… no. There was nothing to be said about those events. Brian retraced his foot forward to the side of Tiras, as Trinis drew a tongue as sharp as his blades, this time at his roommate and invited him in. There was a smile there as Trinis saw him standing at the doorway. Something wholly unexpected as if he was somehow greatful that Brian had decided to come to him, a chill suspicion ran down his spine, though that same chill must have run down Trinis’ as his next words were the same ones that Brian thought the smile hid. In between the pair stood a single blond haired individual though Brian had no secrets worth keeping. “No I don’t need anything, not unless you found Raine.” Brian breathed out a ragged breath as he brushed past Trias, using the narrow body he’d been gifted with, to not get in Trias’ way. Brian smiled apologetically to the boy who’d likely been stabbed by those emotional blades, with the way Trinis talked to him. Entering the room he took in the fact that this room was far unlike the dorm room he once had. This one was, furnished it held personality the classic guitars, the hearth and warm blankets before it, the chair and sofa facing that warm flicking fire for the winter months. Brian swore for a moment he saw two couples huddled before those flames, yet they were like ghosts to him. Brian opened his mouth and immediately it felt like his heart and sprung a leak in his chest. His stonework defenses were washed with the tides of emotion he’d been trying to force into rocks in the heart of center. “Things, generally aren’t well. I heard that the schools may be closing soon. I couldn’t leave things unsaid.” Brian looked at his hand as he curled his fingers into a fist, grasping at the words that were flowing from his slippery tongue. Would telling Trinis he’d done things right, be any considerate thing to say? In the end it didn’t seem to matter no matter how many things went right, things went wrong enough to divide him from what couldn’t help but becomes the only treasures he valued. “So, that’s why I’m here. Nobody is going to die if I didn’t say anything, and nobodies’ life is going to be saved by saying it. I’m not bringing you more trouble than you… already have.” Brian dropped his arm, and only then noticed the girl in the kitchen. Her name was on a inscribed box Brian had once sealed, the magic contents had long since been disposed of. Yet the memory and the uncomfortable feelings she pushed on him, especially now when his heart was bleeding so profusely felt like he should run. Mingled with the meeting of the woman whom he loved so deeply that he would continue to hurt even now a month without her, was the memory of the desire to serve as the white princess’ knight. Brian stared if only for a moment before he realized that even his habit of using his focused sight to cheat the gazes of others. That sometimes when something truly bothered him, or caused him to think, or feel that he would find his full sight on the target. “I’m sorry; I didn’t know you had company.” The words felt like ash as he wished he hadn’t brushed past Trias and used the boy as an excuse to stay out of Trinis’ personal life. He didn’t need to suffer the weight of a friend who was once again circling a drain he didn’t know how to get out of. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 15 2008, 12:43 PM Post #5 |
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Tiras crooked a wry smile at Trinis's sharp ire. Stepping aside, he allowed the (rather) stranger into the dormitory. Normally, he would have nonchalantly wandered back into the kitchen and finished preparing the rolls, but this creature-person fascinated the blond Briton. He couldn't help staring at the tail and shaggy fur of the fellow whom Trinis had dubbed 'Brian'. He did, however, break eye contact when the fellow gave him a bashful smile. With a soft snort of a chuckle, Tiras gave a shrug toward Trinis's back as if to say, 'That's how he always is,' and turned toward the kitchen. Mim was just finishing spooning the ice cream, a bittersweet green tea, into the two bowls when she glanced over at the door. Brian looked awkward in the posh dormitory, glancing around nervously to take everything in. She had only seen him a few times before, barely more than a handful of times, but she recognized the red fur instantly. This was not an unwelcome sight. "Hello, Brian," she called. "Do you like ice cream?" Her finger prickled with cold needles as she ran it through the spoon and tasted some of the quickly melting cream. The question had been a superfluous one as she was reaching for a bowl anyways. Tiras was far too distracted pretending not to stare at Brian as he shuffled things about in the kitchen, and Mim seized the opportunity to take her time. A third bowl was produced and filled with ice cream, emptying the container. She tossed the paper carton into the plastic trash bin below the sink and gathered two, new spoons from the drawer, pointedly bumping Tiras out of the way. The spoon she had used and tasted from was dipped into one bowl while the two others received their own, clean utensils. These, she gathered and deposited on the coffee table between the boys. While she wouldn't point it out or admit it, she had been purposefully pampering Trinis ever since he had come home from the hospital. Seraph had done a fantastic job healing his arm from the way Trinis had described it ('flesh wound' in male vernacular meant 'broken, twisted, and surgically corrected') and she made a point of it to 'heal the emotional trauma'. While she had heard something about Brian being responsible for this, Mim almost wanted to thank the red-furred friend of Trinis's for giving her the opportunity to lavish attention on her love. She gathered the last of the bowls and sat down on the futon-sofa beside Trinis, tucking her legs under her in what would be unseemly for a princess but relaxed to an ordinary girl greeting a friend. "Everything going alright?" Mim asked. She hadn't heard directly what the boys had been talking about, mostly out of tact, but she pretended she was absorbed in the ice cream to let the two have a moment together. Tiras, in the meantime, had been listening aptly. The school was closing, this was very true, but he was hardly concerned about that so much as who this Brian creature was. He seemed rather timid in spite of his appearance, and the blond Brit still didn't know what to make of him. Turning off the egg timer, Tiras occupied himself with piling the rolls into the bread basket while trying not to seem like he was hanging on their every word. Why was this odd fellow concerned that others might be hurt by his words? Who was Raine? |
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| Deleted User | Jun 15 2008, 03:56 PM Post #6 |
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The muscle relaxers really were getting to him. It would not have been so bad if it were just Brian and he, or Mim and he, or Tiras and himself. One person was not that hard to follow unless they were attempting to juggle multiple tasks while speaking with him. Right now though, the distractions were so sweetly tempting yet hard to focus on. The little conversation cricket that should have been on his shoulder was apparently crushed beneath the weight of mild soma and vicodin. Each event taking place held interest to him, and in that insterest he was entirely distracted. Brian, true to his sulking, had mentioned something about the rain? Or was that supposed to be someone's name? Mim was playing with ice cream, she was always too cute not to pay attention to, especially when she was sampling the green tea variety of ice cream. At this point, his mind dropped the questions and Raine and had an entirely new one that needed answering. Why is that ice cream green? Question of questions indeed. As if to answer him, Mim lifted up the container and gave the perfect show girl response of 'Because it's Green Tea Ice Cream, made by-' A blink reintroduced him to reality. Mim had indeed not spoken, but Brian was now talking again about the school closing down, and something needing to be said. Many things always needed to be stated, but they never quiet got off the tongue did they? He blinked twice, and again while staring at Brian in a clueless expression. "I'm sorry mate, come again? You said something needed to be said, but the damned pain meds got my mind to skip hearing what was so important..." He trailed off, once again distracted by Mim taking a seat next to him and pointedly diving in. That green stuff certainly looked good... why would someone combine tea and ice cream though? That was just silly, very silly; almost as silly as Mim not getting Tiras some. Upon looking at the Brit in order to make absolutely certain that the blond did not have any, he caught Tiras staring. Christ was this the wrong time to catch that. "Would you like me to go get your white prick hood?" That sharp tongue had wandered out again, "Yes. My friend has red fur, good of you to notice. Get the fuck over it and stop being a racist bastard with your subtle staring contest... And don't feed me any bullshit about 'I didn't mean too!' There's plenty of odd and random around this campus, but you don't have to fucking belittle anyone with a cruel greetings or subtle staring!" Though he was highly tempted to hurl his own bowl of green tea ice cream at Tiras, Trinis merely glared a second longer before picking up a bowl and practically forcing it into Brian. "He isn't company, he's my racist douche bag of a roommate. She's company, but we've never been able to sit down and talk... any of us. Take a seat, let's relax a little..." It was highly obvious at this moment just how much Trinis hated racism in any form. Without the painkillers he would have tactfully told Tiras to stop, but at the moment there was just too much going on to not hate it absolutely. Meta humans hating humans, humans hating everything... and there was nothing he could do about it. "So... you gonna continue living on the mountain even if they close the school grounds?" He was finally seated and had his own bowl of ice cream to eat, but interest in eating had been lost. A business man was never screwed, no matter what cards the world handed him. How was Brian going to handle it though? He was genuinely concerned... and terribly afraid that he'd missed out on all the important things Brian had said. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 17 2008, 01:34 AM Post #7 |
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Three bodies in the room, when compared to tracking fifty something energy orbs, or a angry group of AHS students. Keeping his focused sight on what everyone was doing became disturbingly easy, even more so in this enclosed dorm. Mim seemed to not take any note of him staring in her direction as she offered him ice cream and took it upon herself to decide the answer was yes. Ice cream didn’t seem the kind of meal you have when you’re trying to force out a hard thank you, and follow that with a bittersweet apology. Still he wasn’t going to argue the point in someone else’s house, instead he thought about how exactly he’d tell Trinis, ripping the band aid off seemed like the best way to approach it, still… Mim approached and deposited the ice cream on the table between them, seating herself in a posture distinctly unlike the princess image he had built up around her. It reminded him more of Raine, casting his eyes to the ground, didn’t stop him from seeing, but it carried the same emotional response. Mim was obviously comfortable here, it was right of her to feel that way with Trinis, yet to feel that way with him around, it was weird to note. Mim might have seen him, for she asked the question he didn’t want to answer. Was he all right? No, it was easy enough to hide hands riddled with cuts and marks of his latest distraction, easy still to put on a mask when out in the light to prevent people from seeing the tears he sheds in the darkness. Trinis’ outburst at Trias seemed and opportune signal for him to avoid the question as the poor blonde got ribbed for staring at Brian’s red fur. Brian wanted to speak up on Trias’ behalf, yet Trinis was determined to shift the topic. Trinis’ worry about him was endearing still, concerned if he was moving away, something Brian had considered when Raine had first left, but he couldn’t. He’d never leave the grounds beyond AHS, because that is his home. “No, I won’t be going anywhere. If AHS does close it would only be the school, I haven’t been apart of the campus for roughly a year now, Regardless of what comes, or whoever thinks I don’t belong, will know I won’t be leaving that spot.” Adamant is how he felt, Raine could come back one day, just he had to hold out. Brian took a seat across from the couch that Trinis and Mim had settled into, and Trias seemed to have collected his baked goods into a basket, so Brian felt his chest tighten, like his heart might just bust from all of this heart wrenching work. “I wanted to say, before there was any chance of you leaving. That I was sorry for how things turned out, I’d once asked you for friendship.” Brian signed the two other people in the room made him feel a little more uncomfortable speaking his mind about a subject like this. Hard to feel weak and powerless for so long and then to expose yourself to harm, even if this was to rectify a wrong he had taken. Trinis had sacrificed too much for him to not tell him. “We’ve been walking very separate paths, and still you sacrificed a lot for me when you never needed to. You never needed to save anyone. So I want to tell you…” He was going to tell Trinis to back off, tell him to forget the promise and to hold onto what was important to him for all that he was worth. Yet facing him, staring at him and knowing that he continued to pursue him in spite of all that had gone wrong. It was somewhat of a inspiration, to know someone was out there acting so selflessly. Brian rose to standing again, and looked down to Trinis sitting with Mim, glaring at his roommate Trias. “That I thank you. For everything you’ve done and will do, not so much for myself but for the people who don’t say it enough. So keep an eye on everything that is important to being you, because I know that you’re being watched by a favorable fate.” If Brian could bolt out the door he would, but there was a melting bowl of ice cream, and he knew nobody would let him leave without some final words. His tail resumed its drooping mope, after all the excitement. He’d ripped off the band aid but didn’t feel any better for it. Brian had, had many friends like Trinis, and many times over they had turned away when things got tough in their personal lives. To say this little, felt like he was preparing for the worst. Because with Raine gone, the worst was every night that he spent alone. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 20 2008, 07:52 PM Post #8 |
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Tiras flinched as Trinis shouted at him. Loud much? Tiras scowled in his roommate's direction. His shrewd thought and grimace only barely hid his embarrassment, however. Crimson bloomed into the blond Briton's cheeks as he listened to Trinis's somewhat well-founded rant. He hadn't been hatefully glaring at Brian. Far from it. If anything, Tiras had been fascinated by the lad. There was something about him in the air between Trinis and Brian. A whiff of destiny down the road? It seemed as if he felt that the two were closer friends than at first glance. Or was Tiras simply curious at this sudden proof of Trinis having a life outside work and his own dormitory? Was he jealous? In either case, Tiras made no comment, opting to finish packing away the rolls in the bread basket while Trinis settled. When he did bother to glance up, he caught the tail end of Mim's snicker into her bowl of ice cream. May it go straight to your hips, Tiras scowled again. The rolls packed away, Tiras decided to spend the rest of the agonizing waiting time in the hallway. Catherine would be there any moment and rather than have Trinis blurt out more accusations, he bid them all a curt farewell and slipped away. Many disturbing thoughts rang in his mind as he did so, however. If AHS closed down, where would he go? In spite of Trinis's outburst, the young business tycoon had bestowed charity on Tiras these last few months. Without anyone, and more so, unwilling to accept help from the one that could do so, Tiras was homeless. Mim scraped her spoon along the bottom of the bowl, her concentration shattered. It took a great deal of effort to avoid listening to someone's conversation only three feet away, and with Trinis's shouts, that all had ended. The green tea ice cream was melting into what resembled a toxic mess but still tasted delicious as she pondered over what she had heard. It hardly surprised her. AHS closing had been threatened before. Why was Brian so concerned? Or Trinis for that matter? She had known of her love's plans following the closing of the school and had set about the necessary arrangements along with a backup plan. It was only then that she realized their friends might not be included in those plans. So many schools in the world denied metahumans and outcasts. She could move easily with her prestige, but could everyone else? People like Brian, Alara and Kaz would fall through the cracks. Without realizing it, Mim was staring at Brian as he seated himself again. She had missed his last words and couldn't help but feel she should have heard. With a gentle frown to herself, Mim turned her attention on Trinis. "It can't really be all that bad, can it?" she asked. "The schools wouldn't be shut down entirely. What of the tuitions? It's not exactly a petty sum to laugh at." |
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| Deleted User | Jun 20 2008, 09:22 PM Post #9 |
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If this had been Teo's family, there would have been a great big hug shared by everyone right now... including Tiras. Oh yes, no estrangement or awkwardness in this ring of friends. Wait, why was he starting to imagine all of them sharing a good hug? That was far sillier then Mim being an ice cream show girl! Brian probably would have either been weirded out or mistaken any form of physical contact as an attack, and the now silent Tiras would have stuffed a roll down Trinis's throat before accepting a hug. No no no, important things had been said, he could not allow himself to get sidetracked! "Sit. Please...." Brian was now standing after saying all those wonderful things about him. Trinis was certain that his own cheeks were red from the compliments departed to him. The first part of his statement had been a command. It was the part of his mind that hated how rarely two people whom called each other friends got to interact. 'Please' had spawned from his desperate want not to loose what he had here. Hours did not matter, pain took even less of a thought. Here, he had his love and friends close. Here, they had something special, something that was bittersweetly closer than what any regular high school relationship could be. "Don't go after saying all that..." Mim piped up at last, something that was farily odd for her. Socialization was her weak spot in an ironic twist of fate. Yes, the school had been in trouble plenty of times. Between invasions, Ryu, and every evil bastard trying to bring forth the Apocalyps; AHS was practically on a first name basis with the chopping block. Somehow, this was different. Though there were armies waring in the United States, the chaos of that war did not fall upon the shores of Japan in the same way. The school wasn't being destroyed, simply closed down. "It's far more realistic then I would like it to be. Between lobbyists and UN pressure, it would not surprise me if the school were closed before the fall semester." He leaned forward to set down his bowl, looking between Mim and Brian all while praying his tongue didn't run loose again. "If they do shut it down, so many people are going to fall through the cracks. We'll be divided just like how they want us to be, so that each polar opposite can just come in start laying claim to us all. That was why I wanted to help protect this school... I hate a lot of things about it, but in this day and age AHS feels like the last bloody neutral ground for people to turn. "That's why you can't leave yet Brian. What you've said to me, I haven't ever been paid a higher compliment. But it is not over... even if this property is abandoned, we have to do something. I know you're suffering, something is missing from you." Trinis very suddenly realized that he knew that sulking pained look very well. It was the same cross he bore when Mim had been kidnapped. "But you haven't been entirely honest with me mate. How long has she been gone?" It was not something that he meant to do, but Trinis's right hand subconsciously crossed himself to grip Mim's leg. He would have never lasted longer than a few days knowing she was gone, but between fear for loosing his friends and home and worse seeing a lost lover; panic had stricken him. Fate had waited until this very moment to make things all the worse. The moment of silence across the room echoed for barely a second before the TV announced something horrid. "And concerning the International Crisis happening in the United States, Sabin and his terrorist meta gang have issued a statement. It reads as follows..." Early yesterday morning, the city of Los Angeles fell to the power of The Nation of True Humanity and with the city's righteous liberation, The Nation of True Humanity is one step closer to achieving it's ultimate goal of reestablishing True Humanity as Earth's rightful rulers. Los Angeles was only the beginning as we march towards Washington D.C. As we make our way to Washington, The Nation of True Humanity invites our True Human brothers and sisters from around the world to join our righteous effort to liberate the United States from the misbegotten reign of the False Humans. City by city, the country shall be liberated until only the capital is left and then that too shall see the light of our glorious revolution. The Nation of True Humanity will however show mercy to those who wisely decide not to fight what is inevitable. In his supreme wisdom and benevolence, The Holy Father has declared that we will spare any False Humans that surrender to the will of the Nation of True Humanity and it's New Eden Holy Republic Army. Any False Humans that do choose to fight against us however will be terminated. In addition, any of our True Human brothers and sisters that decide to sympthize with the False Humans and take arms against us will suffer the same fate as the False Humans that chose to fight against our movement. Led by the great and honorable Holy Father, Sabian, The New Eden Holy Republic Army's victory is inevitable. Indeed, the ill-gained rule of the False Humans is swifty coming to an end. The world was ours in the beginning and it will be ours again soon! "Bloody hell... I debated one of Sabin's reps when they first came here...." Trinis was now more than moderately afraid that this New Eden Holy Republic Army would list him as a target. At very least, Sabin's generals knew his face. |
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Trinis’ silver tongue had been significantly sharpened that evening on the wet stone known as Trias as Brian felt the piercing sting with a command to sit; only buffered by a quickly added please. Defiant as ever Brian took a half way point and leaned against the back of the chair, signaling what he’d already decided. If he was going anywhere that day it wouldn’t be till much later, only when they were all finished. Regardless of the outcome it’d hurt more to wander off and be alone and reflect on what still could have been said, than bearing the slings now and hearing it all out. Once fear was gone, Trinis seemed to open up a bit; he was worried about the school, in spite of his disruptions at the meeting to save the school. He seemed earnest in his telling of what this school meant to him. A neutral ground, where Brian only saw a warzone, yet looking beyond the narrow world that he kept himself in, seeing the sort of things that Lilith must consider and ponder every day; Brian found merit to the assessment of the school. The world… was so much larger than just Dragoon Mountain, so much more to consider than a home, and a shelter. It was all terrifying to watch from a distance and at the same time still be expected to deal with the problems of your own life. Trinis continued to amaze him with his apt descriptions of what this time; of all the other impossible events in AHS’ history did it feel all the more real, all the more serious. They weren’t fighting some faceless bastard who wanted to kill them all, it was an ideal. Belief dosen’t just die because bodies have fallen, as long as the reasons for the belief remain even if everyone was defeated, it could just be picked up again. Brian’s nods to Trinis’ description were all the support of his arguments he gave to Mim, Trinis had opted for something much more close to home within moments of his tactical assessment of AHS’ futures. When Trinis asked, how long, Brian could feel the dagger in his heart shift and remind him that it was still there, cutting into every beat of his heart that he continued to use it. He could have recited down to the hour how long she had been missing; he’d traced every step she’d taken that day. “Disappeared into her dorm room, just shy of a month, not even a sign since…” Brian, was teetering on tears again, his heart longed for the chill sanctuary of that cave, where he could bleed out everything in his infected heart and face the next day. Yet just as he wanted to excuse himself, flee where he could have stood his ground, the TV crackled to life, and Brian’s eyes grew from saucers of pain and sadness, to share in fear, and rage. Utter turmoil for what came to him to mask the concerns of his heart was the painful realization that with this announcement, all of those children were now being used for war. “And people I know went with them.” Brian finally did take that seat, falling into the chair like all energy had left him; he wondered where those children’s faces he saw in the courtyard that day had gone. Especially Yang, she had come back he saw her, if only though a haze of red he had seen her return to the campus. Only to be driven away again by his own hands, was she now apart of the True humanity army? An innocent girl like her, someone who could never take a life or bring intentional harm to anyone…could she turn into the same kind of monster that he was? Would the times turn her into something she should never have been? “True humanity… they won’t stop, not where they are. They’ve been here already; they’ve recruited good people...” Brian tried to breathe though his breath was stolen from him as his mind tried franticly to sort out what was the most important thing to him. He truly couldn’t decide everything was important everything needed attention, and in the end he felt powerless to do anything. Because he realized, he was in fact powerless to stop any of it. |
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