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Post by MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS on Dec 23, 2010 21:41:56 GMT 8
"Oh my goodness! Are you quite alright?"
Someone would've asked him by now. How many times have people asked him that? They may have been different words, different accents, different sentences, different people, but they all meant one thing: that Matthew was always ever so distracted that he oftentimes got himself into an accident, one after another, one way or another.
Back in his old university, the medical records was half-filled with his name for tripping down a flight of stairs, walking straight into an open manhole, bumping into a closing door or slipping on a wet hallway. The students in his department often got a laugh out of everything he got himself into until it became too frequent that they'd just shake their heads at him and offer a hand or a quick call to the hospital. Here was one of the brainiest students but was also one of the klutziest people on campus. Of course he wasn't klutzy, he was just distracted, too distracted, for that matter. He was still like all other bright students, well, bright, but unlike them, he often lost track of everything else once his mind got onto a train of ideas.
Like what he'd gotten himself into now. Don't be too surprised if he filled up this school's medical records as well, same goes for the local hospital.
He'd been looking for books he could borrow for this semester but since he'd been enrolled late, all the books in the high school library were nearly gone, or if not yet out of stock, were stored in the most secluded areas, eg. the basement, in between shelves, literally shelves. Of course he had money to buy the books himself but he hadn't been raised like that. That he just bought whatever he needed or simply wanted. He had been raised to be thrifty and to save money, hence a savings account enough to... Well, what would be the difference of stating whatever he had, it wasn't like he was gonna touch any of it.
He'd found most of the books he needed, some yellow with age, others crumpled due to improper storage and was down to the last things on his list, which he hadn't found in the upper levels, so he'd gone down to try his luck in the basement.
Balancing the books in his arms while his other hand kept the list withing eye sight, he'd gone through a shelf of books and was going down the next aisle, eyes on the upper shelves when he tripped over something, or someone and went crashing down along with his books, some of which were too fragile to even open the binds.
He mumbled a curse into the carpet as he raised himself from the floor, carefully checking if he'd broken anything.
"I'm okay, I'm okay," Matt whispered his overused reply, seeming to expect the question before it even got asked.
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thoughts: woot. long one. for me. that is. 481 is long for my output. haha
state: overloaded. haha.
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Post by LOKI ALEXANDER VALENTINE on Jan 8, 2011 6:10:00 GMT 8
The library huh? It had been awhile since Loki had even thought about walking into one of those. Far too long... he thought aloud to himself. Even though it was cold outside, the teen was feeling rebellious in his attire. He wore faded black jeans and a button up plaid shirt that really didn't button all the way. He wasn't cold at all, the weather felt really good outside, so he celebrated bt wearing as less clothes as possible. But back to the library. Yeah, why was he here again? The teen scratched his head as he turned over several art history books, reading the backsides of every one. A teacher caught him skipping and promised not to tell his dad as long as he wrote a ten page essay on the history of French art. Subject? Rococo, which sucked because Loki had no interest in the French arts of the late 18th century. Releasing a heavy sigh, he placed all the books down, tapping his fingers on the table besides him.
A librarian had offered him to go to to the basement and find more of his liking. The thing was with Rococo, everything was light and fluffy and bright. He didn't like any of that. This was going to be hell. The teen shoved his hands in his pockets and whistled a Joan Jett song as he descended the stairs. It smelled god-awful down there. The teen scrunched his nose as an attempt to forget about the horrible smell. Smells like shit down here... He mumbled to himself as he brushed against a few people leaving. Loki was never a friend of books. If they had pictures in them sure. Back in his earlier days of bi-sexuality, he tampered a bit with porno magazines, but then the words would bore him. In the end, he began to avoid books in general, burning all the ones from his highschool year. It didn't take long before Loki got hopelessly lost. This also sucked because the smell was beginning to annoy him. Shifting a lock of hair from his eyes, the teen looked around and decided to head towards the exit until he heard a crashing sound.
The teen whipped his head back, facing the sound. He smiled, by the looks of it someones misfortune simply brought pleasure to his ears. Why? Because it wasn't him. Loki wondered over to the commotion. He saw some kid on the ground, surrounded by books. He was kind of cute, but he looked familiar. Loki was pretty sure this kid had a name... what was it? As he stood there, over the other, the boy started to say he was alright. Well thank goodness for that eh? Otherwise you'd probably be stuck here if no one found you. Forever and ever and ever... He trailed off as he squatted down and gathered the books that was around the other male. Danger prone Matty? Matty the klutz? Hrm, that's funny, I'm usually good with names too. Loki flashed the kid a smile as he stood up to his full height, books in one hand. The other was patting the kid on the back. Bit of a nasty fall you had there Matty. Should be more careful ya know?
[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] TAGGING Mikey !
WORDS 543!
NOTES hiyahhh sorry this one isn't so good !
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION ![/COLOR][/FONT] |
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Post by MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS on Jan 8, 2011 12:51:39 GMT 8
His right ankle felt like it hurt and he double checked. A few heavy books may have bumped him on the head as well. He felt a bit dizzy, nauseous as he lifted himself of the ground. His ankle felt sore and he was sure he twisted it some way when he fell, a few books falling on it too may have been the cause. He cursed silently but froze when he heard someone talking behind him.
"Well thank goodness for that eh? Otherwise you'd probably be stuck here if no one found you. Forever and ever and ever..." A boy behind him commented, above him.
He bit his lip from telling the guy to fuck off and to mind his own business as he pushed himself off the ground to sit with his back leaning on the shelf. He eyed the guy and looked at him like he was the worst site to look at. He frowned when the boy bent down and gathered every single book he'd dropped, not letting Matthew take them himself. Who'd asked for his help anyways. He remembered seeing the boy somewhere before but shoved the idea out of his head the minute he thought it. He didn't care. It's not that he was pissed at the other boy, it was that he was pissed at his own klutziness. Trust him to walk on a smooth path and trip over something that wasn't even there. He was just that absentminded most of the time. He would have been run over by a car for all he knew.
He tried looking around for what he tripped on and found none. He wasn't that klutzy... Not.
"Danger prone Matty? Matty the klutz? Hrm, that's funny, I'm usually good with names too," The boy teased as he stood up, balancing the books in his one hand. Those were alot for his thin frame. How was the kid doing it? And yes, he heard the names he'd been called.
"Bit of a nasty fall you had there Matty. Should be more careful ya know?" The boy, he couldn't really remember his name or his face, smirked at him.
Matthew had it with the level of closeness the guy was getting to. They were practically strangers, maybe acquaintances on his side but to Matt, he had no freaking idea who he was face to face with. He kept a straight face and stood up, probably and inch or two taller if he actually could stand up, but instead, he stood on his wrong foot and almost fell forward, grabbing a hold of anything to keep him up. He gulped and looked up, regretting standing up. He was holding onto the other boy's shoulder's and his face looked like it was under serious work. He had the books and Matt to carry now.
"Sorry," he apologized and tried grabbing the shelf behind him with his other hand. His world still seemed to whirl around and despite the irritated thoughts he had in mind, he shut them off and tried to catch a breath he didn't realized he'd held in. His face fell and the ache his body was going through shown on it. He kept his contorted face down though, unable to think of any snappy remarks to make the boy leave. His breaths came in gasps and he didn't realize he was that hurt until now, the places on his body the books had fell on now throbbed with pain. He kept his stance though, not wanting to look weak by sitting down.
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thoughts: he's usually more snappy but due to the fall, his defences are down. xD
tag: loki
state: struggling. Dx
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Post by LOKI ALEXANDER VALENTINE on Jan 10, 2011 11:18:46 GMT 8
Teasing this kid was more fun then Loki had imaged. When he first arrived at the daft library, he expected to be bored out of him mind, and he was. But now, oh no. This was tens of times better then looking through dusty books. He was actually enjoying himself on another's expense. At first it seemed very inhuman of him, but as the little act went on he was beginning to enjoy it more and more. True, those names he heard from other kids weren't nice but the teen never really considered himself a nice person. If anything, he was doing the boy a justice, telling him up front how big of a danger he was to his self. Not like he didn't know, but whatever. He was providing the entertainment and Loki was very grateful for that, very. But he knew, sadly, that he would have to act civil. He didn't need a suicide case on his hands. Not like he was capable of killing himself. Fuck. What if he was? Loki really couldn't deal with being the reason someone wanted to die. His father would never shut up. Maybe he should try to be nicer? Nah.
Loki was going to pass the books onto the other, when he felt extra weight messing up his balance. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew that the boy had in someway hurt himself, being danger prone had to suck in some way. The teen smirk, and laughed a bit. Well I usually don't kiss on the first date. He joked, leaning up to kiss the boy on the cheek.For some reason, Loki was entirely entertained. But the strain of holding books and another person was beginning to weigh him down. The best thing to do was probably set everything down so he could take a look at the problem. In an odd way, Loki felt responsible for the most part and he didn't want to feel guilty later, well for not helping. And hearing the other apologize made it worst. He smiled and looked to the boy. He never really looked at him before. The only time he had actually seen him was when he was tripping over his own shoelaces. Loki recalled the time when the floors were freshly waxed and he slid down. In truth it looked fun, but had to have been completely embarrassing.
I never got this far on the first date you know, touching. But why don't you sit down? I'm getting kindah tired holding these books you know? He placed the books on a nearby table and smiled again. By the way, the name's Loki. So what seems to be the problem Matty? He wanted Mat to sit down so he could see what was wrong. He seemed keen on standing. Pride, it would kill anyone. That and if it was something bad, Loki wanted to get it treated right away so it wouldn't get worst. How was it he was able to go from being a complete ass to worrying about the small things? He didn't know, it was like his body was on a 24 hour response system. He only reacted possessively when it was necessary. Negatively was how he usually was. It was probably because he was picking on him so bad that he felt responsible. Yeah right. Like he was the invisible force, the air that tripped this kid up. The teen snorted,but regained his composure. So are you going to sit or stand. I like it either way really. he jested again. Really, it fun.
[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote] TAGGING Mikey !
WORDS 600!
NOTES hope this one is bettah!
LYRICS BAD REPUTATION BY JOAN JETT !
CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION ![/COLOR][/FONT] |
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Post by MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS on Jan 15, 2011 16:03:33 GMT 8
It was definitely the fall and the big books falling on his head that he couldn't keep a steady stance. His right ankle felt like it would burst too, if he kept his stubborn switch on. Whatever it was, he felt too light headed to stand up and he kept his weight on the other boy still reaching for the shelf a few feet away from them. Why was it that the library kept the shelves way too far from each other. Well, in this situation, the shelves were too far apart for Matt since he couldn't lift a single foot to grab a hold. He knew he'd fall if he took any step without support. And no, he'd rather die than ask anyone for help. So instead, he fought with the dizziness that seemed to keep on shutting his eyes off and shook his head a few times, his free hand reaching for his head rather than the shelf. He massaged it were it throbbed and never heard what the other guy was saying, nor doing. The pain he was under kept all other attention from working.
He didn't feel the guy land a peck on his cheek nor hear the small innuendos he was getting. He forgot too that he was giving all his weight onto the other boy, never mind that he was carrying the books in his other hand. All he knew was that it wasn't long before he would faint due the throb he was getting in his head and unless he sat down, he'd probably wake in an hour or so. He grit his teeth and kept his eyes open, even though some of his vision blurred at times. Had he bumped his head that hard? Or had a book land that hard on him before it bounded off to the like nothing had happened? Unsure of what it was, deep in thought, he didn't notice that he was getting dragged along with the boy to a nearby set of chairs.
When his vision cleared a bit and finally focused, he found himself standing by himself in front of a little set-up of chairs that now looked comfortable as hell. His body ached but his mind willed himself to not budge, but of course that was a losing battle.
"So are you going to sit or stand. I like it either way really." The boy teased again like they were on some good level of friendliness that he thought he could call Matt anything he wanted or come up with this crude remarks.
Matt frowned at him and gave him his deadliest glare and regretted it completely as soon as he did it. He was a little out of strength and working the muscles on his face to glare at the other kid nearly used up all of it. His face fell and he took a very slow and deliberate step toward the bean bags in front of the chair the other boy was in and fell onto it like it was a pool of water. Lucky the bean bags were stuffed and strong enough to withstand the weight of all of him and the force that went with it. He lay there on his stomach and relaxed himself, trying hard to forget the amount of pain his body was getting. He'd turn around later when he got some of his strength back. Right now, he felt exhausted at just keeping himself look like he wasn't someone anyone else could laugh at nor pity. Sometimes, people just thought they could laugh their hearts out at people and find their faults rather amusing like they had all the right in the world to do so. And sometimes, it was just too much that Matt just kept all the hurt he got bottled up inside of him and used it to fuel his hatred for humanity and all the poor excuses of being human there was.
He lay there, contented and out of energy, not really remembering there was someone else with him.
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thoughts: sorry for the long wait. :)
tag: loki
state: struggling. Dx
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