|
|
Post by KRISTIAN KALE MCALISTER on Jan 10, 2011 14:36:03 GMT 8
 I'M NOT A SHOULDER TO CRY ON BUT I DIGRESS I'M THE LEADING MAN[/font] [/center]
The thing about college was the satisfactory feeling you got after every day of classes was completed. Not just because it was over, but because you felt like you were doing something useful with your life. At least in Kristian's piece of mind, anyhow. His last class had just emptied out of the room, and he had stayed a few minutes after to finish his last thoughts on the topic the lecturer had been discussing with his class. Economics, of course. His father's own degree. But really, he found the topic dull, but knew it was justly an important topic to master. Especially for one such as him, majoring in Business if you didn't know.
Collecting his things together took a little bit longer, just a few minutes. Piling the two notebooks on top of one another and the pencils in the wire rings of the spine he headed out the door after bidding the professor goodbye. The large hallway met his eyes and his lips curled into a smile, fiiiiiiinally. He could get some well deserved relaxation in. For the homework he had collected from today's classes? Feh, it could wait. He always had time scheduled for it. Even today's paper on the basics of economics and how it affected the majority of today's business market. Even that thought seemed like a migraine just waiting to happen. Pushing it from his mind in promise of a day of time just for himself his feet moved from the carpet of the classroom into the inlaid tile polished flooring of the hallway.
Everything seemed so shiny, he figured one of the custodians had come by and done an exceptional job this morning. Seeing as it was already noon he was impressed the shine had held up, but he liked this college. If a place can manage to bring their hallway to fine standards with everything else, it was great in his book. There were a few people still about in the hallway by the time he had entered, all moving off to their dorms or with friends or to a next class. Some with cheer and others with looks of mortification written on their faces. Kristian sided himself with those cheery, hell, he got to go home. Score. Brushing some of his blond hair from his face, as it had fallen into his eyes, he turned to look into one of the trophy cabinets in the school, the hallway had both beautiful cabinets to accompany its floors. How quaint.
Well, he looked at the trophies themselves before noticing that peculiar inward reflection that windows and other such things gave off. Looking at himself with a skeptical expression he brushed at his hair again, had he messed it up while inside the classroom again? It didn't look too bad... He drew himself away from the glass, deciding he couldn't trust the thing. Checking at his Uncle's house was the best course of action. Taking a step back he resisted looking again and spun on his heel to start walking again, head upright.
[/font][/blockquote][/justify] AND THE LIES I WEAVE ARE OH SO INTRICATEHEY THERE, LOKI! THIS POST IS A PRETTY GOOD START I THINK? BUT DON'T WORRY, ITS FIVE HUNDRED AND TWO WORDS LONG. WHOA, EH? KRISTIAN IS WEARING EXACTLY THAT THERE IN THE PIC. THOSE LYRICS, YEAH THEY'RE BY FALL OUT BOY -- AREN'T THEY GREAT?
OH, AND CREDIT TO SUPER ECHO?! OF CAUTION 2.0. SHE ROCKS MY LIFE, SO I WON'T DARE STEAL FROM HER UNLESS I WANNA GET MY SPLEEN PULLED OUT THROUGH MY EAR. TOODLE-LOO! OH SO INTRICATE [/font] [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by LOKI ALEXANDER VALENTINE on Jan 10, 2011 22:58:50 GMT 8
The teen woke up with a start. Class was over already? Wow. That was pretty fast. The last thing he remembered was the teacher talking on and on about some French shit. What was up with everyone and French art? He found it boring and it helped him sleep at night knowing he was sticking to that fact. Loki looked up at the clock and wiped the drool from his mouth. The teacher had scolded him about wasted money but whatever. That was beginning to be his favorite word, whatever. His father had said he'd been watching too many American shows. Like he knew anything about him. The raven haired boy collected his things and placed them in his backpack. Throwing the strap over his shoulder, he walked out of the class room, not really knowing what to do next. He had another class, but he really wanted to sleep more. Skip and deal with his father's constant bitching or go to class and waste time.
His choice was obvious as he walked towards his choice sleeping spot. The teen sighed. He hated coming to school more then he did living at home. But there was no choice for Loki. If he got kicked out then he would have no where to go. He didn't have many friends who would even consider the fact of living with an asshole like him. So he was basically stuck. It was fine really, in a way. Free food, room and board. It was mainly because his mother wouldn't let her baby leave the nest. He was allowed to fly around a bit, but if he wasn't home by a specific time, god. The woman was crazy enough to call the Scotland Yard on him once, just because he left his book in his locker and went to retrieve it. oh well. He had to find his entertainment in the misfortune of others. Loki wasn't the type to make the events happen, he just happened upon them and acted on them. Maybe he was evil... well it had no mental effect on him so he really didn't mind all too much. Fuck. he thought as a janitor came from his spot. There was no sleeping there.
Loki raised his foot and kicked a nearby locker, wondering where to go next. He had plenty of resting places, that one was just his favorite. He smirked, thinking about the gazebo. It should be quiet around the bush. As he turned the corner to reach his most desired resting spot, he passed some old trophies. Really, what did this school do that earned itself trophies? Loki didn't care. But the moment he turned the corner, he quickly stepped back. He placed a hand over his chest and he cocked a very sinister smile. Who was that? The teen never saw that guy before. OR was it a girl? The way it was looking in the mirror he wasn't sure about gender. But that was ok, he didn't mind the unknown gender. It would make it more exciting. He straighten out his shirt and kicking his backpack into an open locker. And as if the boredom gods heard his prayer, they lay this trannie in his lap. He whispered a mocking prayer to the nonexistent gods.
Once he felt satisfied with his appearance, only in another mocking sense, did once again cross the corner only to see the creature walking away. But a chase was something he would never turn down. Loki speed walked towards the other and quickly wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Hey there baby where ya goin? He asked, getting a closer look at his next target. So it was a he. Pity, he felt like messing with a girl. No matter, he'd treat him like a girl. I saw you a ways away, messing with this shit on top of your head darling. He tussled it, letting his fingers rub on the males scalp. His hair was very soft. He wanted to taste it... he stuck to lifting it to his nose and smelling it. So tell me madam, he began, letting the mocking take it's place, Why are you so worried about the way you look. If it wasn't for the clean floor and lack of cushion, I'd take your where you stand. He smirked, random voice changes and all. Loki was feeling full of nonsense and his name was beginning to finally reflect his personality.
___________________________________________________________________________
Word Count 741
Inspiration Korean playlist
Tags Kris
Status Complete
Notes: Sorry if it's long =A= but I love the plot between them =P
Template By Arro @ Caution 2.0
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/i][/sub] |
|
|
|
Post by KRISTIAN KALE MCALISTER on Jan 11, 2011 11:01:30 GMT 8
I'M NOT A SHOULDER TO CRY ON BUT I DIGRESSI'M THE LEADING MAN [/font] [/center]
Kristian felt happy with his situation at the moment, thinking about what he was going to do once he got home. Of course he'd have to kick his Uncle off the couch and actually get something done around the house. Despite the arrangement that he would stay with the man due to its close proximity to the school and until he stowed enough cash away to live on his own, he was stuck with the lazy bout. At least he went to work, christ, that was the good part. He paid his bills, but the whole house itself was a pigsty. Kristian himself had never been much of a clean freak, but after a week of living in that place, he soon learned to become one.
After he and his Uncle's "episode" about the filth on the coffee table, Kris's next target that he definitely would not be cleaning (not in a million years), he would get his homework stashed on his desk. Yes, there would be a good spot. Breathing out he felt pretty good about this, keeping things nice and organized in his mind. Maybe he'd call Jaya and they could go out someplace. A drink or two would be the best thing for removing the stress of that damned Economics paper. Plus, even if she couldn't come, there was no problem with him staying at home and working. Or perhaps he'd just go it solo. Having options was one of the best things about life, as Kris had decided a long time ago.
However, his good mood took a step drop at the addition of a completely unfamiliar arm around his shoulders, making him flinch in surprise. The hell? "Hey there baby, where ya goin'?" Was this cocky son of a bitch talking to him? Surely not. Reaching over he removed the disgusting arm from his shoulder, his eyes snapping to look at the person who had completely invaded his personal bubble. He was about to throw a glare the man's way, god, of course it had to be one of these people. Kristian knew just the type, but the other man's hand in his hair made him appear shocked once more. "I saw you a ways away, messing with this shit on top of your head darling."
Oh he did not just... Kristian snapped out of his stupor when the...oh god, that thing leaned over to smell, really? SMELL? his hair. Snatching the other's hand in a crushing grip he yanked it away from his head. "I'm going out tonight, not that anything like that should concern someone like you," he said sharply, "And that 'shit' is hair smart one, I should at least hope you know the difference." His irritation rose to new heights as the poor excuse for a man continued his ramble, speaking to him as if he were some transexual. So tell me madam, why are you so worried about the way you look. If it wasn't for the clean floor and lack of cushion, I'd take your where you stand. God, what did he do to deserve this?
"That's sir to you. Are you blind?" he said, just wishing this guy would leave him alone. How sad that he had been feeling so nice before this ugly situation reared its head. And man did this situation know no bounds, this thing was hitting on him? "Why I like to look decent is none of your business, and I seriously doubt I'd ever consent to sleeping with someone like you. Don't you have better things to do than waste my time?" In hopes to just end the matter quietly he quickened his pace, turning his head straight in front of him, but if he knew this dude's type. Which he did. This was far from over. Fabulous. Utterly fabulous.
[/font][/blockquote][/justify] AND THE LIES I WEAVE ARE OH SO INTRICATEHEY THERE, LOKI! THIS POST IS ( It's no prob! I adore long posts. And especially this plot we have 'em in too~ <3 Plus I kinda apologize for my own char, but...he's kind of an asshole in his own thoughts >>; Because he's so opinionated? Fff...well, I apologize for him.) BUT DON'T WORRY, ITS SIX HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN WORDS LONG. WHOA, EH? KRISTIAN IS WEARING EXACTLY THAT THERE IN THE PIC. THOSE LYRICS, YEAH THEY'RE BY FALL OUT BOY -- AREN'T THEY GREAT?
OH, AND CREDIT TO SUPER ECHO?! OF CAUTION 2.0. SHE ROCKS MY LIFE, SO I WON'T DARE STEAL FROM HER UNLESS I WANNA GET MY SPLEEN PULLED OUT THROUGH MY EAR. TOODLE-LOO! OH SO INTRICATE [/font] [/center][/quote] |
|
|
|
Post by LOKI ALEXANDER VALENTINE on Jan 15, 2011 9:09:33 GMT 8
The teen grinned as the other grabbed his wrist away. That was something he was expected and he welcomed the pain like the masochist he was. He rubbed it a bit, the pain was still a bit of shock to his body at lease. Loki scoffed and smiled, Oh but it does bother me, you should know I'm the jealous type., slightly interrupting him before his own words were drowned out once again. He enjoyed the merciless tongue lashing the other was giving him. It meant he was doing something right to piss someone off so much and not even talk to him as long as he has. Well what ever the boy's problem was, Loki didn't care. But he was providing some interesting entertainment. Grant it, he was pushing him, but only a little. It wasn't like he actually wanted him to get mad, things just happened that way is all. Besides, he couldn't control anyone but himself, or so his mother kept saying.
Was he blind? Although Loki prided himself on the fact that he ate his carrots everyday, he was pretty sure.. wait. Loki laughed out loud. He was diverting from the original purpose. A questioning looked played upon his face and he couldn't help but straighten his posture. He placed a hand under his chin as he began to think. Well love. From behind you have a pretty good looking seat. So you'll have to excuse me... he mumbled off as he bended his knees in front of the boy. He removed his hand from his chin and patted the front of his pants. Well there was the proof anyways. He definitely had a penis even if it was smaller then his own. So small, it's like it's not even there... he continued to mumble to himself. Loki didn't know what had him so touchy, perhaps it was the good reactions he was getting from the other boy. It was like he was in a play and his movement determined the others. He stood up again and smiled, as if he had done nothing wrong.
Shot through the heart, the teen grabbed his shirt, grasping his chest. Ouch He jested, staring at the other boy walk away. How can you be so cruel to me baby? He asked out loud. So was this it? He knew the kid expected him to follow. Well yeah. He didn't get a name, and things were finally getting interesting at this school. Placing his hands in his pockets, Loki rushed after her... him. Well, it had been awhile since something had truly excited him. But he knew it wasn't long before the kid give him a swift kick in the family jewels and that was fine, he deserved it after all he was saying and doing. He quickened his step to follow the same pattern as the other. So you're really going to leave without giving me a kiss good bye? Or what about a name? No name either? Heh, you're a very heartless bitch.
Did he really want to die? No not really. The boy had struck a nerve when he declined his offer in such a way that would make a boy go commit suicide. But Loki was use to turn downs, and breaking hearts. It wasn't like he wanted to have sex with such a prude. How much fun was it really? To have sex with a vegetable, it had to be boring unless who ever was doing it was a porn slut. He scoffed as he reached out to wrap his arm around the boy's waist. He was so cute it was annoying. But his nasty side was a complete turn off. Shame who ever ended up with him. Loki didn't want to dwell on it long, it would ruin his fun and he was one to get easily distracted. The teen smirked. When did things get so dull that he needed to tease someone to better his mood? It didn't matter...
Word Count 666
Inspiration Wicked - Popular
Tags Kris
Status Complete
Notes: meh sory it took me forever... terrible procrastinator
Template By Arro @ Caution 2.0
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/i][/sub] |
|
|
|
Post by KRISTIAN KALE MCALISTER on Jan 15, 2011 13:12:11 GMT 8
I'M NOT A SHOULDER TO CRY ON BUT I DIGRESSI'M THE LEADING MAN [/font] [/center]
To Kristian it was strange to be in this sort of predicament, never before had he been openly flirted with, although he judged this as fake anyway, in the school. With anyone he always felt a heightened rise and reacted accordingly. In this particular case: anger. It was the fastest and most sensible defense mechanism in the body, hell, at least to Kristian anyway. Normally it kept those away who he didn't want to be by, but this man...he just didn't give up that easy, did he? "Well love. From behind you have a pretty good looking seat. So you'll have to excuse me..." Wh-what? Did he really just say that? His eyebrows had shot up in surprise at the response, strike two that he'd been upended.
Before he could speak he found himself drawing a confused look as the other knelt in front of him, what the hell was he looking at- Strike three came in the raging embarrassment he felt. What the hell! his thoughts seemed to scream at him, as his face really seemed to emphasize it in red. If it weren't for his stalled confusion, he was sure the other would get a firm kick to the closest thing near it. And the way the other got up! Christ almighty, like he didn't do anything wrong! It just made him want to get out of there quicker and he showed that in his advanced pace, thankfully he was too caught up in his own emotions to realize the other had spoken further. He didn't dare say anything, unsure if he trusted his voice just yet.
Ouch. Kristian heard the jesting voice, but just told himself to ignore him. How can you be so cruel to me baby? Ignore it Kris... When he thought he might actually be in the clear, be able to go home and forget the whole thing he heard quickened footsteps behind him. He was coming up again. He glanced over to the side, noticing the other had caught up and was keeping pace. What did he want?
"So you're really going to leave without giving me a kiss good bye? Or what about a name? No name either? Heh, you're a very heartless bitch." Kris had to crack a smile at that, at least he got the message out of the whole ordeal. Yeah, he was a bitch, what of it. Sometimes bitchiness got you out of things, even if it did postmark you as an asshole. Depends on what you're striving for he supposed. His eyes returned ahead of him, why did the school have to seem so big at a time like this? Man, life just got better and better.
His confusion at the other's intent seemed apparent on his face, he never had been a good speaker of emotions and had a way of sneaking their way out through his body language, when he felt an arm around his waist. Was this guy really trying this again? Really? Kristian knew the guy wasn't unattractive, sure, he supposed if he really looked at him, yeah, he was pretty damn good looking, but so much touching, and by a stranger at that. Too weird, too strange. Just everything about this guy's personality pissed him off.
Frowning he adjusted the items in his arms to gain use of a free arm. He stopped and detached the arm from his waist, speaking as he did so, unsure whether to feel frustration or something else. "What is it you want? Jeez, what?! If it's my name I'll tell you, if only to make you go away." He was fed up, and off his rocker since his usual tactic wasn't working this time, making him have to think fast. "Well?"
[/font][/blockquote][/justify] AND THE LIES I WEAVE ARE OH SO INTRICATEHEY THERE, LOKI! THIS POST IS ( S'alright. I've been having a pretty sucky week, so now that it's Friday I can finally get some posts done. ) BUT DON'T WORRY, ITS SIX HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE WORDS LONG. WHOA, EH? KRISTIAN IS WEARING EXACTLY THAT THERE IN THE PIC. THOSE LYRICS, YEAH THEY'RE BY FALL OUT BOY -- AREN'T THEY GREAT?
OH, AND CREDIT TO SUPER ECHO?! OF CAUTION 2.0. SHE ROCKS MY LIFE, SO I WON'T DARE STEAL FROM HER UNLESS I WANNA GET MY SPLEEN PULLED OUT THROUGH MY EAR. TOODLE-LOO! OH SO INTRICATE [/font] [/center] |
|
