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Post by JULIUS BISHOP on Feb 21, 2011 21:15:43 GMT -5
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“You really are an idiot aren’t you?” the clipped, impassive tone reverberated along the high ceiling. Despite the caustic connotation the voice was unembellished by emotion, as though it were an everyday sentence opposed to a scathing jibe. The features on the speaker matched the vocal tenor, dispassionate, almost bored with the other sitting across from him. His peer reacted to the inquiry with a look of utter bewilderment; face alight with disbelief as though a dog had asked him with the weather. But in his defense anyone would have reacted that way when a blue-eyed idol quite deliberately asked why you sucked so badly and if you had any desire to pursue a career as a vacuum.
“No seriously, I want an answer.” Julius prompted thoroughly eradicating the benefit of the doubt and miscommunication theories. He was expressly aware of his question and was unbelievably anticipating a sensible answer. His classmate owed him that much at the very least. Being dragged out here after the final bell had long since rung, providing a much-needed escape route for the scraggly inmates of Silver Springs High School. Having anticipated a nice drive home and a relatively quiet afternoon of doing nothing, one could imagine the young mans dismay when asked if he wouldn’t spare a moment of his precious time on a classmate wanting to do the impossible: learn.
“First of all I don’t know why you thought to come to me for help, the school has tutors for this kind of thing you know.” The harsh badgering came smoothly and now held a hint of vitriolic humor, clearly enjoying the dour mood being set. The cherubic face that had once seemed like a beacon of hope and benevolence had turned into a snake right before the boy’s eyes and he was powerless as the venom broke through his skin, slipped into his veins and burned him from the inside out. He’d never even seen the strike of the blue-eyed viper who continued to grin at him with the same mirthful, semi-interested façade, like he was watching a monkey learn to use a tool and thinking to himself ‘well isn’t that cute?’
“W-what?”
Julius giggled at the stammering rejoinder before pointing to the paper settled between them with his eraser. “This answer is absolutely retarded. You learn this in middle school.” He chirped looking helpful and pleasant despite the piss and vinegar. “If you have 5 multiplied by the unknown variable that, when added with 6 and subtracted by 2 equals 52, then you do it backwards and come up with 9. How in the hell did you get four?” It seemed to make perfect sense to him but apparently not everyone was as gifted in the ways of common sense.
The classmate, whose name he couldn’t be bothered to remember, simply gave him wide eyes, mouth opening and closing in silent conversation as he both processed the equation as well as the devil in saint’s clothing whom he’d unwittingly asked for help. “T-thank you…J-Julius… I-I have to…” “Leave? Yeah you do that, enjoy your weekend.” That boy couldn’t have run faster had someone greased the floor in oil.
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Post by LUCA CONSTANTINE on Feb 21, 2011 23:02:57 GMT -5
Luca might have really loved library if it didn't have so many rules. Fiver had to be left at home due to the fact that any and all animals were prohibited from the memorial library (except for dogs that guided the disabled). Though Luca knew perfectly well that he couldn't take his companion animal everywhere with him, it was still disheartening to leave the poor bunny in his apartment all alone even for five minutes. Admittedly, it was a bit pathetic, but Luca couldn't help it - he was quite literally born that way. Even so, he managed to have a job, and an apartment, and enough of a life. A life that was dedicated mostly to renting movies and books from the library, hanging out with Fiver, and going to work.
There were a few things that he had to return today to avoid a late fee, and there were also a some other books he was on a waiting list for that he wanted to check out. Luca probably started and finished at least one book every two weeks. He was one of those guys that the library considered to be a 'regular' and an avid reader. He found the library to be a very soothing place, although public, but at least the quietness was a rule. He didn't have to avoid certain people, or hear anyone call him names - he doubted most of them knew that he was an experiment at all. It was nice.
After putting a couple of books, The Ginger Man, and The Rum Diary, in the book drop, he turned to find something else to read. Next on his list were Shantaram and Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates, two books that seemed very interesting - at least, they must have been, because he had been on the waiting list for them for two months. The first was about an Australian bank robber who had fled to India, and the other about an anti-government CIA agent. Needless to say, he was excited to get his hands on them. "Uh... I have two holds... For Luca Constantine," he said quietly, always hating to break the silence of the entire building. As if he was sliding some drugs over the counter, Luca gave the clerk his library card to scan. His red eyes peered around him, feeling incredibly awkward, though he registered another voice coming from not too far away - probably on the other side of some bookshelves.
Relieved that he was not the last person to make a sound, he sighed and watched the clerk as she retrieved his books. Though the most of his library trip would soon be over, Luca could never pass up the option of simply walking through a few aisles of books before he left. He liked the look, the scent, the whole aura of being surrounded by them. Books were full of pages, words, stories, opinions, and wisdom. There was something missing from his childhood that might have resulted in an under-appreciation of books for him, but it never happened. He didn't have a parent read to him before bed every night, but that didn't keep him from falling asleep in bed with a book on his chest now. He loved books.
"Thanks." The clerk gave him his books and a smile, then began helping the next person as Luca wandered off into the aisles. The voice he had heard just moments before was much closer, and after rounding one corner to go into the next row he saw the boy - rather, boys. They were young, high school students, and one of them seemed to be very callous with his remarks toward the other. Luca frowned slightly, but wasn't one to really barge into a conversation. It was indeed more upsetting to see the one boy leave in such a rush, with hurt feelings no doubt. What was the world coming to these days?
659, /judgingeyes. >D
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Post by JULIUS BISHOP on Feb 22, 2011 9:49:39 GMT -5
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Expelling a held breathe as the silence resumed its former dominance over its guests Julius was left to his thoughts that were decidedly not very interesting in these fleeting moments of his classmates absence. He didn’t claim to dislike the boy, though he also reserved no partiality for him either. The kid had merely been another visage among the plebeian masses that surrounded him and had no defining qualities to attract his attention. If it were not for the fact that he stared at the back of the boy’s head during two periods out of his day it wouldn’t have been improbable that he forget his existence entirely. If the subject wasn’t remarkable chances were it was almost certainly useless. The theory had yet to prove him wrong so why try to fix what wasn’t broken?
A numbing ache was reviving around his temples, something that had become a recent affliction that he usually settled with a few aspirin and low-lit rooms. However, he hadn’t brought them with him since carrying over the counter medication was strictly prohibited while on campus. They could be given to the Nurse and used as deemed necessary but otherwise the relief he wanted here and now would have to wait until he got home. Irritated by the inconvenience and mutely blaming the other for causing his blooming headache Julius reached into his pants pocket and produced his cell phone. The screen seemed brighter all of a sudden and he squinted miserably as he scrolled through his list of contacts in search of the number for his chauffeur and upon finding it quickly thumbed the keys in what he hoped was an comprehensible message to be retrieved.
The building pulse of his headache was on the move. It had progressed from his temples now to the area between his eyes and the tabletop was becoming very enticing since it was cool against his palms and would provide some reprieve if only for the time being. Sluggishly let his head fall but figured he was going to need to breathe at some time so turned his face sideways so that his cheek rested on the polished surface allowing him full view of the first row of books surrounding him and it was at this point that he realized he was being watched.
Staring at him like some creep who should have a windowless van and a sign that said ‘I’ve got a puppy’ was staring at him with such blatant openness that Julius couldn’t help but fidget under the scrutiny. He didn’t recognize the man nor did he think his father employed such…sketchy people on his detail. Looking tense and every bit as uncomfortable as he felt Julius brazenly met the mans eyes, challenging him to make something of what he’d seen – assuming that was the reason behind the interest the other seemed to hold for him. “Can I help you with something?” he called out, dour and unwelcoming despite the inviting question. He didn’t want to talk, politeness and habit were two traitorous invalids that had slipped his grip and had run with their freedom.
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Post by LUCA CONSTANTINE on Feb 23, 2011 23:56:24 GMT -5
On most occasions, Luca was a minder of his own business. He didn't like people to get into his business, and so normally, he avoided getting into someone elses. There were times though, where he might have been caught on an occasion or two for staring. It was kind of a thing that he did - Fiver did it too. Basically, if he could blame it on the rabbit, he would. Rabbits, when faced with something scary, or foreign will usually just freeze up and stare for a good long moment or two before dashing off. Luca was the same way, though he wasn't necessarily scared or startled, he was just... awkward.
Perhaps he could lay the blame on the SHIFT Corporation, but he didn't. Luca didn't really blame anyone for the way he was. He didn't ask questions, he didn't want to know more than he had to, he knew where he was from, why he was made, and he knew that now his purpose was to continue existing like everybody else. He had the right to do as he pleased now, and so therefore, he would. Luca wasn't one to go about his life blissfully unaware of issues, he wasn't necessarily ignorant either - he simply chose his battles.
It wasn't like Luca had been standing there for longer than a minute, and it wasn't like he was standing two feet away from the kid who had scared his friend off either. He had merely been rounding the end of the aisle to go into another row of books, but, well, he happened to stop for a moment. It really, really wasn't like Luca to barge into anyone's business, and though he would have snapped out of his trance a second later and continued on his way, the boy spoke. Mentally, the young man cursed himself for doing exactly what he hated doing most - drawing attention to himself. Great. It was just then that he noticed the kid had an eye-patch, which was a little peculiar... unless perhaps the boy was just wearing it for show. Maybe he thought it made him look tough or... like a pirate, or something.
Quickly and awkwardly, Luca spoke, "No... Well, no..." He shook his head, a little too fast to be considered normal, "No, I- I just... I was- never mind." He turned on his heel swiftly and hurried off down the row of books. Why? Why did he have to make a fool of himself? Nevertheless, in front of some high school bully. What kind of full grown adult freaked out so much when questioned by some pirate-poser teenager? Only Luca. His thoughts ran wild as his red eyes scanned book titles, though he wasn't actually reading them. He knew he was going to be judged by the boy, and it made him feel terribly uncomfortable. But no - he would not look down the aisle and check to see if the boy was watching him. He wouldn't.
He did.
As soon as he'd done it though, he lifted a hand and ran it through his hair, trying to inconspicuously shield his face. It was hopeless - he would have to stop the idiocy before it got worse. The only way to do so would be confrontation. After taking a moment to regain what little amount of confidence he had, Luca turned and headed back down the aisle, pausing again as he was about to pass by the eye-patch wearing boy. "I was just wondering why your friend ran off. It seemed like you upset him." Well, now at least he'd made himself seem a little less vocally challenged. The two fully formed sentences had flowed easily enough, but now he was crossing a line that was drawn in permanent marker. It was none of his business to talk to the boy, but for some reason Luca felt the need to defend whatever dignity he might or might not have had.
662, sorry about the wait!
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Post by JULIUS BISHOP on Feb 26, 2011 18:51:29 GMT -5
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The guy was a weirdo. Julius didn’t need anything but the first few seconds of incomprehensible gibberish to deduce this and quickly tuned him out. The dark-haired boy let his gaze fall and took a long inhale with which he exhaled loudly and deliberately. He was hoping the bumbling red-eyed dunce would take the obvious hint. Honestly, today was proving to him all the hassles that came with dealing with people. Uselessness was clearly a pandemic because not one person today had showed an ounce of real potential among them. He’d learned not to expect it from children his own age but even the adults were proving to be just was hopeless as their little mongrel spawn. I mean, come on! A full-grown man being chased off by some kid who could pass for elementary school? Made him fear what kind of people ran this country.
Julius kept on watching the stranger even after he’d decided to go about his business, ducking into the isles and hopefully toward the nearest exit. Did the boy feel guilty for his tactless treatment? Not in the least. Besides he had a headache, people aren’t usually tulips and butterflies when it feels like there are dwarves mining out pieces of their brain. As far as he was concerned he was entitled to being as testy as he wanted and damn anyone who got caught up in their hurt feelings because some kid told them they sucked. Sounded more like self-esteem issues than bullying from a High School student and they had videos for stuff like that.
Coming off the table he teetered in the seat, made a performance of it really. His headache wasn’t bad enough to make him swoon or anything but making people worry for him meant he would never have to, so yeah he played it up a little. It was much more fun to watch people scurry around rather than be the scurryer – hm, that wasn’t even a word. What was the plural form of scurry? Sidetracked. A light grimace pulled over his face as he disregarded the wayward train of thought, picking up his back and balancing it on his knees and trying to do anything but think in the next few moments. Not that it was going to happen of course.
The weirdo with the eyes – that was what Julius called him anyway – was back. He hadn’t seen him reassess him from the bookshelves and hadn’t cared enough to check and see who it was passing by. However, now he was left staring at the man who should invest in a pair of contacts to hide those freakish eyes of his. Or maybe some Clear Eyes? He wasn’t haven’t the nicest of thoughts toward Luca, probably a little uncalled for too since his situation could just as easily be the same genetic defect that affected one of his own eyes. But that’d be giving the guy credit for walking out in public with those things.
“Thought you didn’t need anything.” He muttered airily, never expecting an answer to this of course. Leaning into the chair and folding his arms around his backpack he said in a simpering tone, “Did it seem that way to you Mister? That’s very small minded of you.” A grin forming as he geared up to rip this man apart and make him wish he’d crawled back to his hole when he’d been given the chance. “On what grounds do you stand to suggest it had anything to do with me? How do you know that I didn’t just remind him of something important and he had to run?” he spoke pointedly, rationally in the same catty tone he’d given to the boy who’d done the right thing and left while the getting as good.
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Post by LUCA CONSTANTINE on Feb 28, 2011 17:07:09 GMT -5
Luca could be a very judgmental person, but on most occasions, he tried not to be. Right now, it was easy for him to jump to conclusions that the kid with the eye patch was probably a bit of a bully. Luca had come into contact with plenty of them before. During his own high school days, he was constantly made fun of, whether it was because he was an Amicus shifter with a bunny rabbit companion, or because he was albino, or even because he was gay. Everyone around him was quick to judge - but he didn't want to be like them. He usually tried to give people a chance.
The boy's flippant words rubbed Luca the wrong way from the beginning. This boy was not a nice boy, Luca was certain. The SHIFT guard listened to the kid, his red eyes narrowed into slits, not about to believe the boy's excuses so easily. He seemed like someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth, someone who got everything he wanted, someone who didn't care about anyone but himself. Luca was being judgmental... really judgmental, but there were times when he felt he was on the right track, like now.
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Luca sighed, "I heard you speaking from the front counter, I saw his reaction, and your tone did not seem as if you were offering a kind reminder." The little brat probably lied to everyone. "I think it's very small minded of you to assume that I should believe you." Luca knew a bully when he saw one, and he also knew the behavior of a person who was being bullied, teased, yelled at, or made to look like an idiot - he had experienced it himself as a kid. He frowned, watching the boy with the eye patch, "I'm not an imbecile." Luca knew better than to let this boy trick him. All he really wanted to know was why Patch was being so unkind, but it didn't really matter. The entire matter wasn't really worth his time anyway - he just felt bad for the other boy.
360, I'm sorry it's so much shorter. >_<
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Post by JULIUS BISHOP on Mar 1, 2011 17:07:19 GMT -5
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The younger scoffed at the red-eyed adult, facial features betraying little more than mild amusement for the conversation as he leaned further back in his seat. He wouldn’t go so far as to call this bout entertainment but it served a purpose in and of itself. At the very least he wouldn’t be bored while he waited for his driver to show up – which honestly could be any moment and he was itching to check his phone for a reply message. However, Julius centered his attention on the still present invader of his privacy and gave him a look a absolute derision, showering him with the prelude to a storm of spiteful delinquency.
To the man’s first remark all the boy did was shrug, neither confirming nor denying his hand in the alleged harassment though the Cheshire grin pulling at his lips belied more than his innocuous statements. He waited, Julius being surprisingly patient with Mr. Red-Eyes who seemed to be getting a lot off his chest in the minute or so he used to emphasize exactly the opposite of what he claimed he was not. “Wow.” This from the boy came after Luca had fallen quiet, him looking no less impressed with the other if not even a little more humoring than he’d been but seconds before when he was sitting through the man’s mini-tirade.
“Okay, first things first – you’re the only one here jumping to conclusions and thus making a fool out of yourself. I never said I didn’t chase off my friend. Where the hell did you get to thinking that I expected you to believe me?” And that was the truth, the manner of wording had not included a yes or no to why his friend had hightailed it out of the Library anymore than he’d made any indications that he wanted Luca to believe him. He wasn’t someone he planned to know especially well and therefore had no reason to hide nor really be forthright with information. “Secondly, how old are you? You’re in your twenties and I’m like fifteen and you’re arguing with me over why someone who brought me here ran off?” If the guy was a worrier he was probably gay. He was going to test that.
“Why don’t you do what gay men do best and pull out, huh? Unlike you I’ve got places to be, homework to do, children to scar, so it was nice talking to you Whitey.” These last few biting jabs came with the Julius easing out of his chair and shouldering his backpack like he’d just said a far more pleasant goodbye than what had slipped off his tongue.
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Post by LUCA CONSTANTINE on Mar 1, 2011 17:42:15 GMT -5
Lies and trickery. Luca was regretting his decision to actually confront the unkind boy, but he had felt it was almost his duty. After being picked on and teased for much of his adolescence, he figured maybe if the young boy would listen and have someone talk to him for a moment about what he'd done, he'd think twice about doing it again. But this kid wasn't just any kid that took advice, or heeded a warning - no, this boy was one who liked to challenge everything said to him. Well, it seemed that way at least. His parents probably never taught him the proper ways to interact with others, and thus, this is how he has turned out so far. Luca was sure that someday he'd change, someday he'd realize how unkind he was being. Karma was a bitch, and one day, it'd come back for him.
Luca simply narrowed his eyes at the kid, annoyed that the boy continued to down-talk to him. It was obvious that the teen had wanted Luca to believe him when he'd talked about reminding the boy of something important - otherwise, he wouldn't have said it. He wanted Luca to believe that he was wrong, and apologize for accusing him of being unkindly toward his study friend. Luca wasn't going to fall for it though, especially now that the boy in the eye patch was admitting that he had been mean to his 'friend'. Before Luca could speak and express just how he felt about the situation, the kid cut him down inch by inch - so much so that it left the man speechless. What kind of boy talked to an adult in such a way? Did he have no respect for anyone at all?
Obviously not.
Even if Luca had wanted to say something before, he really didn't know how anymore. What he had been about to say before was completely forgotten, and all he wanted to do was grab the kid by the collar of his shirt and tell him how worthless and terrible he was. But Luca couldn't do that, and he wouldn't, no matter how much he wanted to. He simply stood there, watching the boy, his eyes full of disbelief for what was just said to him, and then he shook his head. The boy was a disgrace to society. He would be one of those people that everyone hated, but didn't have the guts to talk back to. Luca wished he could have, but such things he wanted to say were not excusable in their current public setting. It would be best to simply let the kid leave.
Karma would get him later.
450, well, I guess that's that.
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