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 Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 8:59 pm
They say that everybody is only six degrees away from anybody else on the planet.
While this is highly unlikely...it's sort of a comforting thought, that all people can be linked together. Even if they don't realize it.
The bell rang.
Mik barely noticed, untill he realized that everybody else was leaving, and he just sighed, shoving his sketchbook back into his backpack and heading out, at least it was lunchtime now...first week in a new school was always the hardest, but he had allready found a place to sit. Outside, under a nice tree and a bench, where nobody would bother him.
It was a good place to get away from it all.
The next thing he knew, he was curled up on the bench, pencil going across the page, sketching out...well...god-knows-what, really. He wasn't quite sure.
The bell rang.
He looked down as his paper and blinked. What...did he black out again? Or...all that was on the page was the picture of a...man? Boy? looking at his hands, but there were more used pages than he remembered.
He flipped back through them and shivered. It was like stop-motion photography, with the boy/man in the picture smirking as he drove a knife through his hands over and over before slashing his wrists...but in the last page, he was unijured, simply staring at the seemingly fine hands.
Mik shivered and shoved the sketchbook into his backpack. He didn't want to think about wether the boy was familiar or not, or why he had drawn it.
He had enough to do in school.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 5:34 pm
Gabriel glanced up from the pile of papers on the maplewood table at the sound of the door slamming shut. She broke into a brilliant smile and leapt up from the stool, racing down the hall to the entryway. "You're home!" she exclaimed while flinging her arms around the torso of the startled recipient of the enthusiastic hug.
"Yes, I am," Raphael confirmed needlessly, barely managing to avoid dropping the two grocery bags in his arms. After an awkward moment of watching her snuggle against his chest, he cleared his throat and gently pushed her away, a light blush forming on his cheeks.
To cover up his embarassment he gestured with the bags towards the hall leading to the kitchen. "I bought food, it should get put away or the meat might thaw."
"Oh! I'll help!" Gabriel pulled the bags out of his grip and bounced off down the hall. Setting the bags on the table, she swept the pile of papers into a plain manilla folder and tucked it away in her book-bag. Just as she started putting the groceries away Raphael stepped in, having since removed his jacket and shoes.
"Here, let me," he took the can Gabriel had been struggling with and set it in the cupboard. "I'll handle the tall stuff."
"Yeah," she agreed sheepishly. Only coming up to his shoulder, after all, the much shorter girl was used to needing his help. "Hey, you got those frozen meals I like! Thanks."
Raphael didn't let her see his smile, knowing that she wouldn't like it if she found out that he had searched four stores just to find them. "Mmm-hmm..." He finished putting away the high stuff and leaned against the counter, relaxedly watching her finish up. Glancing around the small but bright kitchen, he realized that it had already been two months since they had moved in.
As if she had read his mind, Gabriel turned to him and asked, "Did you know that today's our two month aniversery here? Isn't that amazing? Time just flies by..." She trailed off, remembering why they had moved in. "Oh! You're cut! Here let me." She turned and pulled a bandage from the front pocket of her bag. She frowned at the offending sepperation of skin, angered that it had dared to manifest itself on her dear Raphael.
Knowing how she got whenever he was hurt, even the littlest wound, Raphael pulled her into his arms. "I am fine, love. Do not fret." He stroked her hair comfortingly, bidding her forget her past.
Gabriel sighed and leaned against him, enjoying the moment of sweetness. "Thanks..." she murmured into the fabric of his shirt, "Thanks for everything."
He smiled in answer and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "You are welcome. Now, let us eat. There is a frozen pizza that has been tempting me all the way home." his eyes danced teasingly, draining the seriousness from the room.
"Sounds good to me."
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 11:24 pm
"I'm just going to ask you one more time, and I'm going to be nice about it." Ivan drawled out in his tired monotone voice. He was sitting next to a burly man in his mid-thirties who was nursing a scotch at the bar. Ivan was playing with his shot glass which he'd just emptied of its contents. Ivan towered over the man next to him, but looked about one third his bulk.. maybe a fourth. Something about the fact Ivan was still a teenager seemed to make most people originally think the could ******** him over.
"Where's my ******** money?"
They were very ******** wrong.
The man growled at him. <******** off ya' schoolboy f**."
Ivan clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
"I'm sorry.. wrong answer." Standing up quickly he grabbed the half-empty glass of scotch from the man and smashed it against the side of his face in one fluid movement.
The man fell off the barstool and Ivan reached down to pulling up the man by his shirt and delivering three quick punches to the face.
"Usually I let my boys get bloody." He shoved him down violently causing his head to slam against the stone floor and shrugged lightly.
"Don't you ever call me that or I'll chop out your tongue and feed it to your children. Now, get me my <********> money by Wednesday or you'll wish you were dead." He turned around tossing down a hundred dollar bill to pay for his drinks and heading outside. Bar fights were common in this side of the neighborhood, no one really made a move until the winner and loser were clearly established, and sometimes it took even longer to respond if you knew the winner had a gun on him.
He flipped open his cell phone and hit the second speed dial.
"I'm ******** here. Now hurry up." He closed the phone not waiting for a response and glanced down at his right hand; a few pieces of glass were embedded into the skin from the broken glass. He pulled one out a shard and blinked as the skin around the wound quickly closed up, not even leaving a trace of a scar where the wound had been. He pulled out the other pieces. No cuts any more, no scars. Taking a piece of the glass he slid it over the back of his hand and watched as the cut healed..
No.. Ivan didn't remember taking any LSD this morning.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 3:02 pm
Ana was cleaning, as always. And she hated it, but...
Not much she could do about that, was there? Another maid, a friend of hers, was working next to her, absently making small talk to pass the time.
"{I hate this. I wish I could get it done with faster.}" She muttered half to herself in portuguise as she scrubbed stains off the hardwood floor in the large house, on all fours, she paused to study her hands. They were red and pruned from the soapy, stinging hot water she was using, and her wrists were swollen and hurt from being pressed down on.
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"" Ana stopped listening, closing her eyes as she scrubbed, inwardly willing time to go faster, wanting it to be done. When she opened them again, they were nearly done with the hallway. She raised an eyebrow, but shook her head. "...Ana? "
""
It was hot out, like always, and the dry, dusty air was being blown in through an open window, ruffling her hair under the bandanna, and reminding here that it was a long walk home after she was done here. She hated it...
Ahem.
She sat up onto her knees and looked over her shoulder at one of the men who lived here, the son of the owner if she remembered, all suave-seeming and slick. And currently staring at her like she was a peice of meat on the market. Ana remembered why she hated being the pretty one of the two.
She went back to cleaning, trying to ignore him.
"" He said in smooth spanish, chuckling. "" She finished working out the stain and got up, tossing her rag and sponge into her bucket and picking up, turning to walk right past him and out to the next hallway.
"" She said curtly, clearly stating that she didn't want to talk or be stared at. He didn't seem to notice, following her with a smile she really didn't like...
"" Maria shouted after her worriedly as she turned the corner, heading for the closets so she could get fresh water and more soap.
I don't want to be here I don't want to be here I hate this... She mentally repeated, sticking to the mantra in her brain tightly and closing her eyes for a second and trying to focus. I bet they never have to go through this in America...
He followed, getting closer...and when he turned the next corner and reached for her arm...
...nothing was there.
"<...Senorita? Where are you, little maid?>"
Ana opened her eyes, feeling a rush of cold air like she had rarely felt in her life. She was on a street, with people bustling to and fro all around her. She looked around and blinked. The streets were paved.
Where...?
The sidewalk was clean and full of people, mostly white, but otherwise of all races. They were reletively clean too.
Where...?
She looked up, recognizing english words on billboards and the sound of the language all around her.
"..." She opened her mouth to let out a little gasp, one part terrified and two parts confused with just a dash of joy, before she smiled, threw her arms in the air...and laughed, shouting in her native portugiese at the top of her lungs- "{YES!}"*** Mikhael gasped for breath as he jogged forwards towards the school, biting his lip. He was too tired, he had gone the wrong way and...well...he had been lost. At least he could recognize the front doors from outside the school, and he could make his way from there, at least.
Now, if only his heart would stop beating like a jackhammer in his ears, or the muddled sleepiness would clear from his mind...
No time for that. He told himself, leaning forwards a bit as he ran, knowing that it was allready too late to get to class feasably on time without giving himself a heart attack, but hey...he could try. He moved for the front doors, sketchbook under one arm. Where else do you keep a map of the school?*** The man looked from the paper in front of him back up to the house, having seen the young man going in from where his car was parked out front. Looked like it was the right address, finally... He took note of the surrounding features and leaned back into his car, starting it and pulling off, a small, rather viscious smirk on his lips.
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:30 pm
The silver convertible corvette, freshly washed and polished, pulled up out front of the bar. The driver pulled up just in front of Ivan, put the car in park, and then hopped out, without opening the driver's side door. He jogged around the front of the car, and opened the door for the younger man. Auza pushed up his sunglasses, and pulled the cigarette from between his lips, flicking ash onto the sidewalk as he stood there holding the door open.
..."Have fun?" He asked, a slight smile curling his lips. His dark eyes followed Ivan's movements, but he glanced to the bar just in case -- there was a small group of people standing at the door watching them. He flashed a sharktooth grin and took another drag on his cigarette before reaching into his pocket to offer the pack to Ivan.
"You're late." Ivan replied with a slight twinge of annoyance, taking the pack of cigarettes from Auza and a seat in the car. He pulled out his own engraved platinum lighter and lit the cigarette tossing the pack to Auza's side and taking slow drag from the cigarette.
They were gawking; Ivan could tell without looking, he put on his sunglasses ad took another drag. He'd cast them a sidewise glance and a smirk while taking a drag of his cigarette when they drove away. Appearances were everything in his line of work.
"Let's go."
"You got it..." Auza plucked up his cigarettes and hopped back into the driver’s seat. Car in gear, he took barely a backwards glance, before the tires squealed and they were off. Auza sped through the city streets, as he always did. He drove the way you'd see men drive in action movies. Like they were on a mission -- except, Auza just liked to drive that way.
"Do you want to go in today?" He asked, passing a sidelong glance at Ivan before turning the next corner. He paused at the stop sign at the end of the street and sped onward until he got caught at a red light. Tapping his foot anxiously he awaited Ivan's response. There was, of course, a number of places they could wander off to, but it was really all up to what Ivan wanted.
"Of course not, but you heard my father." He replied taking another long drag of his cigarette. Rolling his eyes he flicked his cigarette out the side and reached under his seat, pulling out their stash of illegal substances.
"I'm going in good and stoned." He relied smirking, lighting the joint and taking a long hit.
"You want some?" He replied after he finally exhaled, offering it to him with his left hand.
"Of course not, but you heard my father." He replied taking another long drag of his cigarette. Rolling his eyes he flicked his cigarette out the side and reached under his seat, pulling out their stash of illegal substances.
"I'm going in good and stoned." He relied smirking, lighting the joint and taking a long hit.
"You want some?" He replied after he finally exhaled, offering it to him with his left hand.
..What class do we have?" Ivan asked, hopping out of the car much like Auza had done earlier. He went around behind, opening the trunk. He pulled down his white sleeves on his button up shirt don to where they normally stayed on his wrists and pulled out the blazer of the school uniform and slid it on and rummaged a bit more before finding his tie and attempting to tie it. After a few minutes he growled and rolled his eyes, leaving it undone.
"..Do I have a backpack?" He took another long drag and held it waiting for a response.
"'s in the back, under mine..." Auza said, shutting the car off and stuffing the keys in his pocket. He moved around behind the car, and lifted up his own bag, slinging it on his shoulder. He was already in uniform. His hair was a little messy, and he looked like he hadn't shaved this morning, but his uniform was pristine. He reached out and quickly knotted and adjusted Ivan's tie (like he always did), and then handed him his bag, snatching the joint and killing it with the last long drag.
He gave one last survey of the trunk, exhaled slowly and flicked the dead end of the joint across the lot.
"Ready?" His hand now perched on the trunk lid, waiting to close it.
Ivan rolled his surprisingly bright blue eyes and sighed as Auza fixed his tie. God sometimes he swore they were like an old married couple. He brushed Auza's hand away as he finished and slid his backpack on one of his shoulders.
"Mmm all I need is a b*****b and a cup of Irish coffee, I'll be set..." He smirked slightly, shaking his head
"Come on, let's go." He agreed, shoving him in the arm roughly. Auza was a big guy; he should be able to handle it.
"...Where the ******** are we going?"
"Mnh...play dirty..." He said with a playful tone, slamming the trunk shut. He started to head towards the building, and fished into his pockets for a moment. He pulled out a slip of paper, and then looked at his watch, before shoving the paper back into his pocket.
"....English?" He said with a somewhat inquisitive tone. "Less they've changed s**t on me since yesterday..."
"English? I need another joint then." He retorted with a snort, opting instead to pull out another cigarette and lighting. He leaned against the doorway taking a long drag and exhaling slowly.
"...So Da' only threatened to cut off one hand right? I can still jack off with the other.. D'I have t'go?"
"Mnnh...." He leaned against the other side of the door, closing his eyes and folding his arms over his chest.
"One hand.....tha's not so bad, I guess." He nodded slowly, a devilish smirk crossing his lips, followed by a slight laugh before he went for his pack of cigarettes again himself.
"If it were up to me? No....It's all up to you, boss." He grinned again. He knew how much he hated being called that, but it was all in good fun for Auza. He was especially playful when he was stoned.
"...My dad's ******** crazy... I think he'd seriously do it.. or at least have my car destroyed... again. Let's just ******** I don't even know.. Let's just go in today." He responded yawning and brushing his dark hair out of his face.
"If we get too bored we can just leave... But if we're lucky this teacher will be like the ugly one from last year who couldn't tell the difference of water and vodka.." A wicked grin played out on his lips. Oh the joys of clear alcohol.
He nodded, snickering slightly, before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, closing his eyes in thought.
"A'ight. We'll sit through English....with our water bottles....pop out after class, or walk out during for another joint.....maybe skip out the rest of the day and head to the sands? Sound good?" He looked at his unlit cigarette and put it back in the pack, and tucked it into his pocket.
"Either that or we could try to stay the whole day...." His lips curled again. They could never stay the whole day, could they?
"" Ivan said in Russian with a smirk, hitting Auza's arm to grab his attention., ""
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 9:45 pm
"What?!"
"It is a very nice school, and it is time that you were back in one. You have had a very lovely break, but now it is time to buckle down on that education." Raphael didn't even look up from the dishes in the sink, fresh from their breakfast. Scrubbing the last few plates, he quietly added, "Besides, I just got a job there. If I go, you go, I am not letting you out of my sight."
Gabriel sighed in exasperation and rested her chin on her arms. She kicked the table leg softly, annoyed. "You could've at least told me sooner than the morning I have to go. I havn't had any time to prepare!"
"There is nothing you need to do, I already took care of all the school supplies we will need, and your backpack is sitting by the door all ready to go." He rinsed the last dish and set it in the drying rack. Rubbing his hands dry on the apron around his waist, he planted a gentle kiss on her head. "You will be fine."
"I 'spose." Gabriel half smiled, making an effort to at least appear happy. Why can't we just stay the way we are? Just the two of us, together. She pulled herself up from the table and led the way to the door, grabbing her backpack and a jacket as she went. She glanced over her shoulder to see Raphael discard his oh-so-manly apron and grab his own shoulder bag. "Let's get this over with."
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Twenty minutes later, they had arrived at the school. Raphael made sure that Gabriel found her class all right and got settled in, then turned to the task of finding his own class. After much wandering around, he finally managed to find it. Bustling in, he noticed most of the students already seated.
"Please excuse my tardiness, it is my first day of teaching here, I do not quite know my way around yet," he embarassedly explained as he set his bag on the desk at the front of the room. "Hello, I am your teacher, Raphael Uriem, but you all may call me Raphael. I will be your new English teacher."
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 1:58 pm
Mikhael skidded into class, face flushed and panting for breath as he stumbled to his seat. Stealing the show a good bit, but otherwise...he ignored the snickers of other students and the stares.
"S-sorry I'm late! I'm new and I got lost on school ground, sorry." He muttered out, sinking into his seat and reaching for his english folder and notebook, along with his sketchbook, before he even realized the teacher here was new. Granted, he hadn't been here long himself, but still...
Now, why the hell did he look so damn familiar? Mik frowned, flipping open his sketchbook to a fresh page, looking out from the back of the classroom, and sighing quietly.
Now he remembered why he hated school.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:21 pm
"" He added in Russian, referring to the teacher. He took a swig from his "water" and settled back in his seat, snickering as the other boy skidded into class and into his seat. Normally he and Ivan were the ones that were always late. Though, their entrances were always alot more suave.
He capped his bottle and closed his eyes somewhat, enjoying the little tingle he always got at the base of his spine when he drank. He smiled over to Ivan, flashing one of his sharktooth grins. Today should be....fun.
""
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 5:43 pm
“” Ivan added with a terse laugh and taking a drink from his bottle.
”<...Mm, we can give ‘em the old ‘Punch me in the face, you come back tomorrow impersonating the principal and we go home and good stoned’ thing.. Buut oh what to pretend you are sensitive about today. Maybe he’ll mention something about contacting parents, I can do the ol “’Haah Auza’s dad’s in jaaail.” Thing..>” He asked with a shrugged shoulder.
””
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 1:59 pm
Mikhael frowned as he listened to the two other boys talk. He knew a good bit of russian from his father, a native of Russia, so his mouth opened before he could stop it with-
"" He muttered towards them, frowning. He knew they were in his classes, but now the little bit of his brain that told him to recognize them from somewhere else was going insane.
He pushed it to the back of his mind and shook his head.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 2:34 pm
"" Ivan responded with an uncharacteristically bright smile. He leaned over a little closer to Mikky.
"" He raised a eyebrow extending his water bottle to the new boy sitting next to him. " " Auza added with a smile. ""
"<..We only have two seats in the car.>"
Auza laughed...""
"<.... Kinky Auza. We could just squish him in, it's not like the cops ever other us.>"
"" He took a swig from his bottle, smiling over to Mikky, flashing one of those lovely shark-tooth grins
""
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 2:37 pm
Mik stared and blinked. "" He muttered, leaning away from them and shaking his head, looking rather nervous. ""
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 9:48 am
It was 6 o' clock AM. The alarm on James' cell phone rang as it always does during the school week. Usually, James was awake. Today, though, he was tired as hell.
"Shouldn't have stayed up to see Uma Thurman...", James thought.
He pulled himself to the shower. It took him everything he had from falling asleep as the water ran down his slender, muscley figure. He hummed his favorite tune to help him remain awake.
As he dried himself off, he looked at the clock. "6:30!? I have to get moving!"
This wasn't much of a motivation, though, as he made his way to the breakfast table. "Good morning, sunshine!", his younger sister, Emily, cheerily exclaimed. She was just heading out the door. "Where do you get your energy?" James asked.
Emily obviously hadn't heard him, as she shut the door mid-way through his sentence. James groggily shrugged it off, and went back to eating.
"It would be nice to go back to sleep.", thought James. "Sleep...."
The next thing James knew, it was 7:30. "Holy s**t!", he yelled. "What the hell happened?"
James quickly brushed his teeth, grabbed his stuff, and darted out the door. He had missed the bus, and if he was late again, there was a nice little week-long detention waiting for him at school.
"I can't be late!" he thought. "No! It can't happen!."
He burst out into a sprint. All of a sudden, everything sort of...snapped. Not snap, like a breaking snap, but a put in place snap. Things had stopped moving. He didn't have time to think, because when he stopped running, he was at school. He looked down at his watch. 7:32.
"What the hell..?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 9:26 pm
After the slight disruption of the late student, Raphael commenced with the lesson. Flipping to the first page of the wonderfully convenient Curriculum Binder he started in on the lecture, pausing only to scribble illustrating points on the blackboard.
He couldn't help but notice the boys in the back conversing, but seeing as they weren't too distracting (yet), he chose to ignore them for the moment. After class we might just need to have a little 'chat' about acceptable classroom behavior and showing respect for teachers...
---Elsewhere...---
Gabriel sighed out of boredum and doodled on her note sheet. First period math held her interest for maybe the first minute and a half, but her mind swiftly wandered to other thoughts. Such as thoughts of her sorely missed companion...
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 5:02 pm
"How was that possible?" thought James. "I live almost five miles away! And I was at school in less that two minutes!"
"James? James! Pay attention!". Mrs. Aris, James' math teacher, woke him from his daydream.
"S...sorry", James mumbled. "Just...drifting off, I suppose."
The whole class chuckled. Apparently, daydreaming was the craziest idea in the world. Of course, James WOULD be called crazy if he said what he was daydreaming about, not to mention that it HAD happened. He HAD run faster that any known human being.
The bell finally rang. As students shuffled out of the room, James heard the voice of Mrs. Aris calling him back. "I need to speak with you, James."
James turned around very slowly and faced her.
"James, I need to speak with you about your work. It has been...lacking. You hardly ever get your homework completely finished, and you've been zoning out way too often. Is there anything wrong?"
James thought for a moment. "No, no.", he said. "I've just been busy with the band and all. Our first gig is at the Clearwater Cafe next Saturday. I've been struggling to get some final loose ends tied up. I know it's not a good excuse, but it's all I can think of."
Mrs. Aris laughed. "Well, at least you're honest about making excuses. I expect better of you, James. Put school first, THEN worry about your band. You're excused."
James breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out the door.
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