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Post by Miles Jeffery Dyson on Nov 4, 2012 15:41:17 GMT -6
template made by SOCKMONKEY OF CAUTION 2.0. tag: ric || words: 695 || outfit: here || DATE: november 15 - 4:00 PM | [atrb=border,0,true] Imagine the distaste on the features of Miles Dyson as he was escorted down the hall by a rather eccentric-looking female. With her pained black nails gripping the back of his shirt, but not actually touching his skin, he was practically jogging to keep up with her stride. "Damn it, woman, let go of me! He twisted to try and break her grip, though it didn't do much good at all. She had a strong grip. He did not appreciate being manhandled about. Why couldn't she just grab his wrist or his neck or something like a normal person? "That's it, lady," he snapped, turning enough to kick the back of her knee to cause her to go tumbling forward to the floor. He twisted from her grasp as she released him to catch herself.
"That's what you get for wearing shoes like that!" he stated easily before turning and darting back off again, only to run into the one person he'd been trying to avoid all day long. He was knocked backward back onto the floor. "Ouch!" he exclaimed and looked up at the male that was currently standing in front of him. He had blue hair. Imagine that, a teacher with blue hair. Yeah, and the door he was holding open? It had Alaric Jester written on it. Great. His counselor. Just perfect. Really, he shouldn't have gotten in so much trouble! Those two jackasses earlier had had it coming to them! Honestly! Though before he could get his bearings back, there was a hand on his upper arm, and again he saw black painted nails.
He was expecting to be jerked up to his feet by the woman he'd just tripped up, but she was surprisingly gentle when she hoisted him up to his feet, though still never touched his skin. She was weird. He looked up at her, and could tell that she wasn't very happy. In fact, as she released him and walked over behind his counselor, he could notice a slight limp in her step. Ah hell, had he actually hurt her? It hadn't been his intention, he just didn't want to go to this stupid meeting with his counselor. He looked up at the man in front of him, tucking his hands into his pocket. "Go ahead, suspend me for two weeks," he snapped bitterly. That was typically what fighting at school got you, at least at his old school it had been. Okay, so a week and a half and he just tacked on the extra two days for the hell of it. That was hardly the point.
"You're not getting suspended, though I hope you know that I or either of those boys you assaulted today could press charges." |
[/i] The woman said simply as she looked at him with her hands on her hips. She was like some gothic chick or something in a freaky lab coat. He watched as she looked at his counselor as his counselor looked at her. Even the smile she gave him was freaky. What, were they like a thing? Gross. "I'm fine Ricy. My ankle just did something funny when I went down, and my knees are a little sore, but I'll be fine." she assured the male. "Uh, hello, can we just get this over with please? I'm telling you now, I know what I did isn't something thats looked kindly upon at any school, let alone a school for freaks like me, but I'm not sorry I did it and I'd do it again under the same circumstances, so let's just get it over with, shall we?" he demanded, looking at his counselor. [/div]
He starts to roam the streets at night
He learns how to steal and he learns
how to fight
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Post by Alaric Tomas Jester on Nov 6, 2012 11:37:32 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] & REMEMBER ALL THE WAYS YOU FIXED ME ` All the times I tried to steal my best for you And I threw it up to keep it down And watch it burn I hate the sound. I, I know just how you feel 'Cause I don't know how it ever got away 'Cause I still feel all the things I did before When you used to need it more remember all the ways you fixed me? HOW WILL YOU FIX ME - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - now | | [atrb=width,240] Alaric sighed inaudibly, absently tapping his pen against the notepad sitting on his desk. He was irritated for no real reason at the moment, other than the fact that his attention span was not as good as it should have been. He had papers to grade and files to look over, notes from the teachers of the students he counseled to check. However, he found himself just standing there, instead. That was until he heard muffled, but still loud voices in the hallway. He opened the door and stepped out into the hall, only to have someone run into him. He looked down at the person that had fallen over onto the floor and raised an eyebrow slightly. He then glanced up at Nykhole, who came over to pick up the kid and frowned when he realized that she was limping. She was hurt? That was not a good thing, and Ric did not need to ask to know that the kid that his best friend was picking up off the floor was the cause. If it had been something else, he would have already known about it. "Go ahead, suspend me for two weeks." Alaric shook his head a little. The kid obviously did not know how things worked at St. Helena's, yet. "No, see, here we don't suspend students," Alaric stated, flicking his hair back out of his eyes. "You could get locked in solitary for two weeks, however. Which after an attack on a staff member, sounds about right. I've no doubt our vice principal would agree in a hearbeat." Alaric crossed his arms over his chest, frowning slightly as he flicked his hair out of his eyes once again, looking toward Abby as she said that she was fine. He started to tell her that she should go see one of the medical staff about her ankle when the obviously angry teen spoke up. "Go in there and sit down," Alaric stated, gesturing into the office with a heavy sigh, waiting for the kid to do so before looking back to Nykhole. "You really should go the the medical staff and get someone to look at your ankle," he told her before going over and pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Go on, Abby, and I'll come see you in a bit, yeah? Bug Zar for me if he's in there." Ric smirked a little in amsuement and waited for his best friend to head off before he went into his office as well, shutting the door after him. "You're not making a very good impression, you know that, right?" Ric stated as he walked over to his desk. He knew the kid probably did not care, but sometimes stating the obvious was a good thing. Alaric had been told much the same thing when he had started school there, he had just smirked and laughed and said something along the lines of "wicked". He had definitely been a little punk growing up. Alaric sighed and ran a hand through his hair, pulling out the kid's file to glance through it again. "Why did you beat the shit out of those boys, Miles? You realize you broke one of their jaws, right, and that their parents could press charges against you, that Nykhole could press charges against you? This isn't the streets and you can't just start throwing punches every time you get upset." Ric did not know too much past the fact that the kid had been abused and was from a bad area. He did not know how he was effected by everything, but he felt sorry for the kid. He would never say that, figuring that nobody would want to hear the pity. He knew that he would not want to if the roles were reversed. "Did those other two boys actually hurt you any?" Ric had yet to hear this student's side of the story, though the call he had recieved about it only a few minutes prior told him about what the other students were claiming. As much as he still wanted to just throw the kid into solitary and forget about him for hurting Nyk, he was too nice a person to really do something like that unless he was provoked more. Nyk had insisted she was fine, so he would force his thoughts to focus on that more.
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Post by Miles Jeffery Dyson on Nov 6, 2012 12:05:21 GMT -6
template made by SOCKMONKEY OF CAUTION 2.0. tag: ric || words: 660 || outfit: here || DATE: november 15 - 4:00 PM | [atrb=border,0,true] Miles glared at the male as he stated quite simply that students there didn't get suspended, but that they got put in solitary. Solitary? As in like... solitary confinement? Like what they do in nuthouses? With straight jackets and shit? He narrowed his eyes slightly. Yeah, right, let them just try put him in a fucking straight jacket, that shit wouldn't fly for an instant. He crossed his arms over his chest slightly, shrugging as his counselor stated that the vice principle would likely agree to it because he'd attacked a staff member. Well, whatever, but just let them try. He shook his head slightly before he was told to go into his office and sit down. Yeah, okay, sure. He brushed past the older male and into his office, flinging himself backwards into a chair, causing it to slide an inch or two backwards, but he didn't really give a shit.
He heard his counselor tell the woman that she should go to the medical wing to get them to look at her ankle. Oh right, what a whimp. A little twisted ankle, and she was going to the doctor? How lame. He wasn't entirely sure who 'Zar' was, but he decided he didn't really care all that much. He didn't bother looking up at the male as he entered the office, his elbows resting on the arm rests as he slide himself forward, his ass just barely on the edge of the seat as he leaned back. He snorted when the other male stated that he wasn' tmakin ga very good impression. "And your point is? Why the fuck should I care what you all think of me? Everyone here thinks I'm psycho anyway just 'cause of the fact that I'm here." Which was true. Most people here would say he deserved to be here 'cause there was something wrong with him, but it was whatever.
Then Jester was looking at what Miles assumed was his file and then asking him why he beat the shit out of those boys from earlier. "Did I really? Cool. Guess that means he'll have to have one of those bits in his mouth so he can't flap that jaw around until its healed. Might do him some good if he can't hurl insults at people," he muttered easily. He shrugged at the thought of the boys' parents pressing charges. "If they do, then they do, I guess." Of course, he didn't really care either way. He did look up and glare at the other male as he stated that it wasn't the streets and he couldn't hurl punches whenever he got upset. "I don't like fighting, alright? And I wasn't upset. I fought for the same reason that I've always fought: self-defense."
Of course, then the other male asked if the other boys had hurt him. "Yeah, man, my knuckles are killing me, and I think I might have jammed my knee kicking that one dude into the wall..." he stated easily, raising his hand to inspect the fact that his knuckles were a bit bruised. He looked back up at the male then and shrugged. "They didn't come after me initially. They were hitting on this kid. Kyle, I think his name was..." he raised a hand to gesture towards his right eye. "Got a glass eye or something. They were slamming him around... I got between them... they came after me... I made them back off. I wasn't gonna stand there and let them beat up on me, wasn't gonna happen. My Momma always told me that if someone comes after you... you gotta make 'em never want to come after you again." He shrugged easily. "They tend to stay away when they know you can kick their ass."
He starts to roam the streets at night
He learns how to steal and he learns
how to fight
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