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Post by quill on May 31, 2011 6:35:22 GMT
 School sucked. He didn't have to say it twice.
Quill wondered why he actually bothered as he stared out the window, looking wistfully at the view before him; the high skyscrapers of the city. He shouldn't have bothered coming today, and coming at all. It was just another day and year of freshman crap in a different school. He could never go up to a different grade and learn new stuff; his age prevented that from happening. He was six hundred years old; he should be able to go up, but no, he just had to die at the age of fifteen. Tapping long piano fingers on the desk as the chemistry teacher droned on and on about the instructions given to test some carbon crap. He ignored his lab partner; a blonde girl that seemed to be trying to grab his attention for reasons he failed to fathom. the fallen silently wished that she would just shut up and leave him in peace. Why couldn't girls just stop talking for once?
Deep aqua orbs looked out the corner of his eyes; the blonde had already given up and he could see the students now hard at work. He reminisced about how many years ago he too was like that; excited about freshman year and willing to do anything. A wry smile played along on his lips as he thought about it. He wouldn't mind going back to that time when he was still young and innocent, free from any discord that now lurked around his mind. But centuries had passed since Quill felt any form of innocence, and he turned his head to look enviously at the others. Where did all the bliss disappear to? Damn humans, no wars to worry about, no alliances to brood on. All humans worried about was homework, prom, and who was going to be their next crush. Him? He was worried about what was going to happen next. Honestly, he couldn't care less about the stupid war, everyone could go and rot as long as they didn't bother him but he didn't want animals dying around him. Yes, animals. Not humans. A bitter feeling churned in his stomach as he thought about it; he cared more for forest critters than the lives of the ones that walked on two feet.
"Quillan right?" His eyes snapped to the girl beside him. She was holding out a pair of tongs to him as she gestured to the open crucible on the bunsen burner. "Do you want to put the lid on?" Now why would he do that? Quill raised an eyebrow and reached out for the tool to knock the damn thing over or something when his fingers unintentionally brushed the girl's hand. He heard her gasp then, as whatever memory of his burst into her head. Cursing, he quickly dropped the tongs, making a clanging metal sound on the table. He wondered what she had seen, maybe it was the memory of him dying. As the blonde stared at him, open-mouthed, he hastily gathered up his things and was out the door in an instant, ignoring the calls of the teacher.
"Shit." he swore as he hurried into the now deserted halls where the lockers were. He ran over to his, and instead of opening, punched a fist into the metal door, ignoring the pain that immediately ran up his arm. Dammit, he hated being a fallen; if any idiot so much as touched you, they would see shit that you didn't want them to see. Grimacing, Quill slided down to sit in front of his locker, closing his eyes. Maybe he could try being a human for a while; cut class and be in bliss.
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Post by sandra on Jun 3, 2011 18:40:01 GMT
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Alexander was bored. He was skipping class and knew that he shouldn't be but who really cared? And why should they, they didn't know Alex and he knew they didn't care about him. No one really did. . So as Alex moved through the empty corridors he looked tentatively back every now and then. Trying to avoid being caught. He didn't need the hassle of that. Alex didn't mind being found out. What could they really do? The most they could do is suspend him but he knew he would be able to get away with a detention. He really preferred detentions to actual lessons because they didn't revolve around listening or interacting with others. Alex was what some people would call a loner. But he would just say he liked having time to think. And He had a lot of free time and he enjoyed the time. But to be honest Alex sometimes wanted other human company. Alex knew he couldn't survive with no human interaction and he didn't want to be completely alone. He didn't want to end up on his death bed and still have know friends. He could just imagine his funeral. No one there but the people who needed to do the task of disposing him. He didn't really care what happened to him after death. Why should he, after all he didn't need that body any more. And if he could, he'd die in a ball of fire. After all he was a firetamer and it calmed him down. Alex didn't know what he found ironic about funeral but he knew that it was something to do with the fact the he really didn't attend other peoples funerals. He knew many people who had died but had never bothered to turn up. Why would they care? After all they wouldn't be there too see. Alex flet his mind head to a morbid place. And anyway why would you want to gathered round a dead body and watch it being lowered into a ground. Some people would call it paying their last respects but in Alex's mind it was just something they did out of necessity. How would he die? He had always asked himself that question. And he could just imagine it now. Old, alone and depressed. Or maybe he would have a young death. A car accident or maybe even during a war. Alex shook his head, he needed to stop this or he would drive himself into a n early grave.
He got back to the issues of looking for teachers and trying to avoid them. He didn't want the hassle of a detention. Alex always wondered why people became teachers. He didn't believe the rubbish that some said about how they just wanted to help the students. Alex though that they did what they did just because they needed the money. They needed it to survive and make a living out of. He didn't hate teachers because he knew they needed the job but also he didn't care about them enough to actually like them. To him they were just another person that questioned him be it on his personal life or even on history or which ever lesson he was in. He didn't know if he could handle all the questions. Everyone wanted to know everything, why could they just bot be content with their lives and let people get on with theirs? Although sometimes he felt like a hypocritical. He had all these views but he couldn't help but feel inquisitive about things and also want to know answer to everything or anything. There were times were he just couldn't be bothered because life was so tiring. Why did it have to be so hard. It would be easier if people would just make up their minds, there were times when Alex didn't understand other people, why do things they regretted later? Why not just do things to the full? Why did they ruin their lives when there were other perfectly good solutions? Why murder? Why steal? In Alex's opinion life would be a lot more easier if the world was just black and white. If people would just make up their minds and try to get as much out of life and make it as good as possible. That was another thing that he found ironic he had all these views but he didn't take his own advice and he didn't do the things he though others should. I should do something about it. Alex thought to himself. I should go out and try to make the most of my life, and if it doesn't work then I can go back to being the boring person I am know. Knowing that at this moment in time all Alex had to go back to was only a sketch pad and his iPod.
And he saw the persect opportunity to do just that. He saw a youngish boy of maybe fifteen or sixteen running down the corridor. He knew that this could be his only chance. Or maybe he'd have more chances but would be able to talk himself out of it like he was doing it know. He knew that he should make a move now because later he wouldn't dare. The boy had brownish hair and looked to be not ugly but what Alex noticed first was non of that. What he noticed was the anger on the boys face. As the boy neared to a locker. Which Alex assumed was his. He saw his fist move forward and hit the locker. This made Alexander apprehensive to approach because of the violence he had just witnessed but decided to go against his natural instincts. As Alex saw him slide down into a sitting position he slowly headed towards him. At first out of view but not for long. As he neared him he he debated whether he really should be doing this. What if he ignored him? Or even worse what if he spat the introduction back in his face? He didn't have much time to think of this though. He stretched out his hand, thinking that this would be too forward he took it back and slowly brought it back to his body wiping it on his jeans. Getting rid of the sweat which had been on the hand. Alex's mind froze and he blurted his the first thing that came into his head .'Umm hey, my name's Alex, shouldn't you be in class?'
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they’re all, 1088
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just letting you know, “ That Jurate forced me to do this. (Although I wont admit it to her, I quite enjoy it.) Hope you like it.  ”
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Post by quill on Jun 10, 2011 17:04:54 GMT
Bliss didn't come too easily. In fact, it was difficult for a sense of harmony to actually envelop the boy, due to the constant amount of shit that he always got. Whenever he skipped class, his conscience would always nag him, being a constant brat until he started attending classes again. It was also no secret that when you're alone out in the locker corridor, there was always the possibility of getting caught by the hall monitor or a teacher. And then there would be a full hour or two of detention. Whoohoo, how lucky. Oh, look at the bright side, he could get his homework done. And a nap or two too. Quill wasn't always this bitter, hey, at least he wasn't as bad as dear old Wren, who had temper tantrums every single day due to her warped point of view and thinking. Yes, Quill too wasn't a big fan of the world either, but at least he didn't go around screaming his head off. He preferred to fume on the inside, but it also stopped him from initiating much socializing unfortunately.
Oh, like he could care. Lapis lazuli eyes opened once again to stare at the empty ceiling above him. He pictured himself as a ceiling too, forever empty and looking down at the students of the school. It reminded him of his time as a guardian angel, and the brunette grimaced inwardly. His time as an angel wasn't a nice one, what with him taking matters into his own hands and being a selfish, self-centered asshole. And look what he got for his doing; two, pretty scars on his back where his wings once were. To be honest, Quill did not miss the pearly gates of his former home in the sky, rather, looked at them disdainfully. He wondered how many more people were going to die and end up like him.
Footsteps at the end of the corridor made the fallen angel's head snap down and look to his left. Eyes narrowing, Quill silently watched as another brunette came around the bend, approaching him...cautiously. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, what was he, a monster or something? Quill waited as the lad, who looked slightly older than him approached him and his locker. He did not recognize this other boy, as Quill made it every point to forget every encounter with anyone he came across in this school. He watched as the other boy raised a hand, as though he was going to ask him to shake it, but he put it down again before he could offer it. Quillan allowed the silence to stretch, maybe this lad here would go away and leave him in peace like most did.
So it was quite a surprise when the other boy spoke. Of course, it had been a while since someone had spoken to him, of all people. Most knew to back away the moment he glared at them, apparently they weren't worth his time. Humans annoyed him, what with their meaningless chatter and attitudes. Yes, he had low tolerance for those creatures, but not enough to want them killed. Now, that was ridiculous.
He returned to think about the question the older boy had asked him, and he resisted the urge to snort immediately. Shouldn't he be in class? What kind of question was that? Brown eyebrows rose up, and Quill bit back a sharp retort. He could say the same for this other lad. However, the angel didn't say anything for quite a while, merely stared at this other boy with old eyes as though he was the dumbest thing in the world before he decided to finally open his mouth to reply.
"Apparently not. I'm not a big fan of chemistry. I could say the same for you." He tilted his head to one side, his mouth curling into a wry smile. "I'm Quill."
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Post by sandra on Jun 10, 2011 20:13:42 GMT
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As soon as the question came out of Alex's mouth he regretted it. What was he thinking, now the guy in front of him think that he was some uptight, nerd that was a stickler for the rules. Alex was far from that. Why did he have to be awkward in front of other people? He asked himself. Sometimes he wished that he could just be normal and get on with everyone without over analysing everything or even without just blabbing the fist thing that came into his mind. There were times when Alex would over think things, this was one of them but the thinking didn't even help. The question sounded better in his head then it had out loud. He hoped that the boy wouldn't take it the wrong way. Alex didn't want to sound to hypocritical after all he too was out of class. As well as not wanting to pry into the the boys business, after all he had to have a reason for being out of class and that reason was his alone. He didn't need to share it with anyone Relief flooded Alex as soon as heard the boy start to speak. Maybe he hadn't made a fool of himself after all. Maybe all the bad thoughts were al about nothing and this would go smoothly and painlessly. The boy made him feel like a complete fool, pointing out too him that he himself was out of class. But Alex could relate to him He hated chemistry with a passion, it was just that he couldn't get his head around it. Why did it have to be so difficult and so boring?
The boy told him that his name was Quill. It was a good sign that Quill had not just ignored Alex, that would have been horrific. Alex's first attempt at getting out of his shell and him being knocked down on the first hurdle, he asked himself again why couldn't life be easy? Alex knew everything was never straight forward but there was never a time were he stopped wishing it to be just that. People getting staright to the point and not beating round the bush. But that was what he had been doing himself, he would rather lead people on a wild goose chase than letting them ask the questions he would rather they wouldn't. Or demand for the answers that he didn't want to give to them. 'Well I wish I could give you an excuse for being out of class but I don't have one...' Alex muttered without thinking. It always went down hill if Alex didn't think. Although even when he thought about what he was doing he'd always manage to embarrassed himself or make an idiot of himself. He wouldn't be Alexander Maset if he didn't mess up at least once a day.
'So umm seriously, what's the locker done to you?' Why the hell did Alex say that? He was once again regretting opening his mouth. He could have just walked away from Quill and continued his own depressing life like he had been but no he had to go and do this. He had to make life harder for himself then it already was. Alex still though about running of, Quill would surely forget him. As Alex looked around he knew that it would be childish to run away. He had already made his choice and there was no point in wishing he had not done this and had chosen to walk away form it. The more he thought about it the more he wished he hadn't done it. But what was done, was done and he couldn't change the past. However hard he tried he couldn't change the past and he knew that but that didn't make him stop thinking about it.
hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, quillan
they’re all,642
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ Hope you like this, or at least can tolerate reading it. ”
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Post by quill on Jun 12, 2011 10:20:01 GMT
 I know you're just pretending there's no window for escape.If Quill hadn't been focused on figuring out what this Alex guy was, then he would have walked away right this instant. How could someone who looked older than him be so awkward? As far as Quill was concerned, other boys that looked like Alex were pretty much assholes on the football team that Quill had to occasionally deal with whenever they tried picking on him. He was quite a pro at defending himself, but this other lad here looked as though one gust of wind or a snap would send him running. Now, Quill himself didn't know why he was sitting down here talking with someone who was clearly socially awkward, maybe this Alex dude needed a skipping class companion. It did not dawn on Quill that the other lad might just be looking for company, for the fallen had long since stopped looking for them. Well, actually he wouldn't mind hanging out with others like him, but it was humans that he normally couldn't take.
This one here was either a reserved, less irritating human or something else.
Quill here had always been classified as an oddball for some reason by others, perhaps it was the fact that he kept running out of class if a human so much as touched him. Of course he had to leave immediately; who knows what memories they were viewing? The brunette quietly grimaced at the incident back just now; it had clearly been an accident, but he was pissed that he had allowed it to happen. He stood up then, a full five feet, nine inches and leaned against his locker, which had a dent in it. Folding his arms against his chest, he noticed at once that Alex was shorter than him an inch or so. Though it couldn't have been more obvious that Alex was older than him in looks; he had the face of an adult already while Quill on the other hand, was stuck on the border between adolescence and adulthood. However, he knew that with the right clothes, he could get away looking eighteen. His eyes locked on Alex's blue ones, that were lighter than his and Quill gave Alex the kind of look that one would use when they were inspecting something. The angel felt as though he was intimidating to the other boy, and he suppressed a snort. He was far from intimidating, that's for certain. Deciding not to acknowledge that he heard the boy's muttering, Quill kept his mouth shut.
His eyebrows rose at Alex's question, for it was the last thing he expected. He moved back to look at the metal object, and the moment he did, the door to the locker creaked open mournfully. It appeared that he had punched it too hard, and it couldn't close properly at the moment. Eyes narrowing, his foot shot out and he tapped the locker shut with unnatural strength for a human. And as though it was scared by the force of the kick, the door to the locker ceased opening. "Oh, nothing." he replied dryly. "I am just a little indignant.' Indignant. A fancy word for feeling pissed off. One he had taken a liking to. His fingers itched to smack the metal again. "If I were you, I'd worry more about myself." Unknown to Quill, that remark might have come across as quite threatening, but it was Quill's way of saying that you didn't need to worry about him of all people when you should look out for your own well-being. And besides, there were other words to use to threaten someone.
"So, Alex...right?" Quill said, leaning against his locker again, once in a while shooting glares at it as though daring it ti open again. "Might I inquire as to what a lad like you is doing out here?" After all these years, he still had not broken his way of formally speaking to everyone.
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Post by sandra on Jun 12, 2011 16:44:29 GMT
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Alex didn't know what to do. The suspense was killing him , he had just uttered one of the most stupid things he'd said in his entire life and now he couldn't stop worrying. To make this even more nerve racking the boys, Quills, locker door had to creak open. Making it hard for Alex to actually judge his reaction about what he had just said said. As Quill kicked the door back into place, Alex couldn't help but wonder if this person was human. The strength that he had used to get the door of the locker closed seemed to be inhuman. And the more he thought about it the more he cursed at his bad luck. Once again another thing to worry about. What if this person, this thing. Whatever he was took offence to his question and decided to do something to Alex. Though Alex didn't have much time to contemplate his thoughts because Quill started to speak again. His reply wasn't as bad as it could have been. Although Alex wondered, how old was this boy? He seemed to be only fifteen or maybe sixteen but his language suggested him to be much older. Who used the word indignant now a days anyway. It was rare to find any normal teenager who would say anything like that. And it took Alex a few minutes to actually search thought his memory and try to understand what it meant. In the end he couldn't remember so just nodded and tried to look like he understood. Alex started to worry less, the worst part was over, right? It would be less awkward form now on. Or that was what he had hoped at least.
But as the worry in Alex started to ease away Quill once again said something to make it come back to him. Was he threatening Alex, was it a warning Alex to stay away form him. Or was it just in general that he should just worry about himself and not about other people? Whatever Quill had meant Alex took it as a threat. This was going form bad to worse and Alex had no idea what to think. Should he be scared and back away, or should he stay around and see what happens. He was out of his depth and didn't know what to do. If he stayed could it be possible that this boy would harm him. His survival instincts were screaming at him to back away but his curiosity was telling him to stay a bit longer and see what happens. Maybe this Quill person was someone he could trust someone that Alex didn't have to worry about. Alex hoped that that was the case because h chose to stay. Whatever happens no happens now he thought to himself.
As Alex brought his attention back to the guy in front of him he tried to relax. And anyway nothing bad had happen yet, well nothing the boy had done was bad. So there was not reason for Him to mistrust Quill. As Quill inquired about his name Alex tried to recall whether he had actually told him it. But he came up with a blank. As the Quill asked him what a person like him was doing here at this moment. Alex felt insulted what did he mean by a person like him. Did he mean to say that Alex was a bad person or maybe he meant ... Alex just didn't know. 'What do you mean a person like me?' He asked Quill. After all maybe he was just misinterpreted what he had said. Maybe he hadn't meant it in a rude way and he being overly defensive and a bit paranoid. Alex had a tendency to do those kind of things.
hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome , quillan
they’re all, 638
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ There you go... ”
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Post by quill on Jun 13, 2011 15:40:12 GMT
I know you're just pretending there's no window for escape. He could see it, an array of emotions flashing through Alex's eyes; there was fear, curiosity, worry, basically a whole junkyard of emotions. Quill could tell that the other boy was bemused as to how to feel at the moment, and once again, Quill had to stop himself from laughing with disbelief. What in the world was so intimidating about him? Perhaps it was the way he spoke or his height. Either way, the fallen really couldn't care less to be honest, if Alex wanted to be afraid, then let him be. Quill had bigger fish to fry, and eventually one would have to learn to stand on their own two feet. No one can babysit you forever, and Quillan had learned that the hard way, unfortunately. Being stampeded on by horses to death had taught you many things, and being independent was one of them. It was understandable that Quill had no sympathy nor the patience to deal with weak-willed people. They were in other words, pathetic to the fallen angel. All clingy and whiny.
The angel could already feel his patience thinning with the other lad, as Alex took his time replying, as though contemplating on which words to use that wouldn't land him a punch. Impatience flashed through his eyes, you would have thought living for six hundred years would earn you oceans of patience, but Quill had always been short-tempered and impatient, so old habits died hard. Yet, he did not fly into rants or lose his head, no, now that happened unless someone provoked him. Lasseurs were well-known for their short tempers (except one of them; he was to put it in a nice way, nice); it was in the blood and thankfully, Quill had not gotten the worse of it. He was both calm and boiling at the same time, ironic indeed, but that was the fallen for you.
"A delinquent." Quill replied, a matter-of-factly, his tone flat. "A rule-breaker. A rebel. And many other things. People who defy the rules set by fools in this world." He was testing Alex, checking to see whether he was going to end up whacking underneath his reserved exterior or crumble. A smirk played its way across the fallen's lips; it wasn't often that one had to undergo Quill's psychological tests, but he decided to make an exception for this one. It was Quill's way of finding out whether one was worth his time or not, and if they weren't, they were ignored. It was the ones that passed that could take his shit, and the ones that failed, well, it was obvious that they couldn't. Quill was not well-known for sugarcoating his words; he delivered them in the most truthful, yet harshest way possible because everyone has to wake up to reality one fine day. It was not his nature to be intentionally intimidating, but yet for some reason with him, it happens. People tend to wobble underneath his gaze, and he still hadn't really found out the reason why yet.
"You do not need to confess to me as to the reason you are wandering around the hallways." Quill added, his tone softening a little, but it still held its wryness. "I am not hall monitor, nor shall I ever be; it is a ridiculous job in my opinion." He sniffed. "Now do tell me, and I pray that you do not refer me to as a crackhead or an insane lunatic as I ask you this." The fallen paused for a while before looking at Alex dryly, as though he had asked the question a thousand times over, which in truth, he had. A question and a being of of antiquity, just like him.
"I question as to whether you are truly human." Realizing that this kind of language was not really used in this era anymore, Quill shook his head to himself and muttered under his breath 'why does time keep moving dammit?' before rephrasing.
"Are you human, Alex?"
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Post by sandra on Jun 14, 2011 15:49:01 GMT
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Who was he to assume things about me? Alex didn't mind being over looked, nor did he mind people ignoring him. But he hated people assuming things about him and putting him in a category, who were they to judge and come to conclusion from only their first view. They didn't know him personally and he was sure that they didn't want to but it still pissed him off. And the nervous feeling he had before had now been replaced by anger. He didn't know whether to be angry or be offended. Sure Alex never really put himself as the one to keep to the rules but he had never thought of himself to be any of those things that Quill had said. A delinquent? He would never call himself that. A rule breaker? That was the only one of his descriptions that partially fit. But a rebel? He knew that he might not follow every rule but he didn't really rebel . Although he was angry, Alex knew that he did look like those things. But did he have to assume the worst off him? Maybe he was just going to the toilet. He always thought that you should never judge but in this time and age it was becoming hard for him. Everyone was judgemental even the people who needed not to be. But Alex couldn't blame Quill for thinking those things off him. Of course he would have rather that he wasn't thought of that way but still there really was no point in staying angry at Quill. And anyway what would he do to release the anger. There had only been a few times were Alex had lost his temper and this was not going to be one of them.
As Quill continued speaking Alex couldn't get over the fact that this young man was speaking so formally. What was this, a formal gathering? But as he got over his surprise he listened to the words he was saying. He was pleased that he wouldn't be forced to explain himself what he was doing out of class. He didn't feel up to explaining. Okay, it would only last a few seconds telling him why he had been here and not in class but he din't feel like having that conversation with a stranger. It would reveal to much about him and Alex wasn't one to shout out things about himself. The boy was insulting the job of the hall monitor, he may not have been a hall monitor but he still wasn't pleased that he was insulting them. Alex knew that it was only the boys opinion but he was feeling extra frustrated right now. Every little thing felt like it could set him off. He knew that he wouldn't really do anything about the frustration but he also knew that he should really be pissed off about everything. Getting his mind of the feelings he was experiencing right now he heard something he had not expecting. Was he human?
To any normal person this would have sounded insane and he really would have thought Quill to be lunatic but this time he was spot on. It took a few minutes for Alex to replay the question a few times in his mind. He didn't know if he should tell him the truth that he was in fact a Firetamer or lie. 'What do you mean by human? I am human. Though I'm not a NORMAL human...' There Alex thought. he wasn't giving away too much about himself. Only enough to hint at the fact that he was in fact not human. If Quill wanted to know anything else he would have to ask him more himself. 'What about you are you human?' Alex was getting inquisitive he had suspected that this person standing right in front of him only a few steps away wasn't human. But if he wasn't human what was he? This question had been bugging Alex for quite a time.
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cause you’re awesome, quillan
they’re all, 668
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ There you go again, enjoy ;D ”
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Post by quill on Jun 16, 2011 16:37:23 GMT
I know you're just pretending there's no window for escape. Gazing frostily at Alex, the fallen proceeded to wait for answer as the question sank into the other boy's head. Again. Piano fingers played with each other as he waited, and Quill wondered why was he bothering spending his time interrogating some poor introvert? Gritting his teeth to prevent the volley of obscenities that were dying to come out, Quill satisfied himself by muttering a loud "Time has wings, you know." Still playing with his own fingers, Quill allowed himself a glance around the corridor. He was half-expecting someone to walk along by and demand the reason why they were out of class. Upon finding no one, Quill sighed quietly and turning his back to Alex, opened his locker, scowling as it let out another creaky, mournful sound. Oh how tempting it was to kick it shut again. He wasn't going to get an answer anytime soon from this Alex person. He was sure that this person behind him had a mind that went thirty miles an hour. Well, you can't blame him. Quill thought grumpily as he stared into the huge mess that was his locker. He did ask a rather...odd question after all, one that the fallen was already sick and tired of. Perhaps this should be the last time he tried asking someone just because he was eccentric from the rest...
Scowling even more at the mess, the fallen wrenched the door open even further, and as a whole array of junk began to fall out, Quill slammed the offending metal door shut, grimacing. How the hell did the stupid thing get so messy? Maybe it was due to him shoving object after object every day without looking at a whatever he threw in. Education was useless to him; blind him and he could do tests within five minutes. Shit, he even skipped to twelfth grade once! But because they were staring to question as to why he ceased to age even after many years, he had to leave and begin another life in another city. Freshman year. The year where most students got their arses kicked by the seniors. He returned a blue gaze to Alex, eying him inside out. He was taking quite a bit to answer, as though the question had stunned him. Had he hit a nerve? Perhaps this Alex was a freaking alien, but Quill had a hard time believing that. Extra-terrestrials did not exist, at least in Quill's opinion. Another rumor spread by the mythical creatures, just to cover up stuff. How simple it was for humans to believe in non-existent, green colored creatures.
"What do you mean by human? I am human. Though I'm not a NORMAL human...''
Oh, finally, he answered! Quill silently rolled his eyes; this was driving him nuts, to be honest. He frowned at Alex at the reply and stared at him piercingly. Normal human? Was he giving himself away already? Quill then raised an eyebrow when Alex asked whether he was human. Oh please, of course he was. He wasn't born as a fallen angel, no, you had to die first. Though he had been an immortal first though, and those powers were taken away from him the moment death reached him. He had lived three lives, him now being a fallen counted as a fourth. Quill did not like being compared to a human; it was a species he had learned not to tolerate completely.
"I should have thought that my way of speaking and strength would have been obvious." he replied. "But it appears that I was wrong." He smirked and added "Let us take this conversation outside, shall we, non-human? That is, unless you want to." Nodding towards the hallway that would eventually lead them out, Quill slung his pack over his shoulder and walked down the row of lockers, not looking back. If Alex wanted to follow him, it was his choice. Quill didn't care or nor whether the other boy would or not; all he wanted to do was get outside, not thinking that he could keep up his tolerance with the school and its stupid lockers any longer~
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Post by sandra on Jun 20, 2011 15:37:01 GMT
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Alex had suspected that Quill was angry but what had proved him right was the way he wretched the door of his locker open. But this Alex wasn't scared what could he do to him in a public school hallway. Nothing really, and the things he could do Alex knew that he wouldn't waste his time on him. He had already released his frustration into the locker and he couldn't have much more left. Could he? As Quill raised his eyebrow at his answer. Alex wondered if he had given too much away. There had been no point in lying to Quill because Alex knew that some how it wouldn't be possible for him to lie convincingly to him. He had a way of speaking that made him seem superior to him and that was what made Alex anxious. If he sounded like that when angry and not really trying to seem that way he could just imagine what it would be in reality. And on that thought he received Quills answer on whether he was human. "I should have thought that my way of speaking and strength would have been obvious." Alex had noticed those things. But in his head he couldn't figure out just exactly what he was. There were many mythical creatures walking around because of that he couldn't remember what this person in front of him might be. As he catalogued through most of his super natural knowledge. He came up with two possible answers. He could be a demon- but no that just didn't seem to fit. The other option Alex had was a fallen angle. He hoped that Quill was a fallen because that would mean that he wasn't a demon.
As Quill said somehting aboutn him being wrong. Alex couldn't help but contradict him in his mind. Quill seemed like the type of person who got most things right. He seemed like he knew everything. One of the things that made him seem that way was of course his speech but another was the feeling that he was wise beyond his years. He seemed to be older then his physical appearance and that unsettled Alex. With age came more knowledge and that knowledge could lead to an advantage. Alex didn't know why he was trying to work out who would win in a fight , him or Quill. Because the answer was clear. Quill would win and didn't make Alex feel any more easy. Sure he had fire on his side but this person in front of him had the benefit of knowing more.
"Let us take this conversation outside, shall we, non-human? That is, unless you want to." With those words Quill headed down the corridor. Alex didn't know what to do. If he went with Quill that would mean that it would be more private. This could be tradgic for Alex. Anythign could happen without eyes to watch them and that was what made Alex consider the two choices he had. If he went he had the elemant of danger. You couldn't know what would happen with a pissed of non-human. But on the other hand Alex was inquisituve. Was he right with his ussumtion? Was Quill in fact a fallen angel. And if he was hwta ould he want with Alex? As he finally made up his mind, Alex followed Quill. He walked just as fast because if he had time to think Alex was sure that he would chicken out of it and would leave. He was after all a patient person meaning that if he really wanted to know an anwser he could find out some other way. That would take a lot of time so Alex chose to do the lazy thing and follow. As he walked along Quill he asked him , 'Where are we going? Why not just tell me and I will bugger off?'
hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, quillan
they’re all, 651
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ Hope it's alright, enjoy ;D ”
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Post by JURATE on Jul 17, 2011 21:00:49 GMT
THIS IS CLOSED. IF IT NEEDS MOVING BACK, PM AN ADMIN WITH THE LOCATION AND THREAD NAME.
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