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Post by YAMATO KISEKI SUSUME on Dec 28, 2010 4:22:55 GMT
it was damn cold out and any creature capable of rational thought would have stayed indoors where it was nice and warm and safe from the wind. so why was he wandering about the grounds in nothing but a thin jacket and jeans? well, no one ever said that yami was a rational person. he did what he pleased, when he pleased, and where he pleased. screw the weather; if a little frost and snow was all old man winter could conjure up to try and pen him in then the foggy had another think coming on. another howl of chilly air blasted him from behind, forcing him to pause in his trek and shiver his body back into feeling. okay so maybe he was slightly freezing under his clothes and maybe walking around the yard at the crack of dawn was not the most brilliant idea he'd ever came up with, but what else was he supposed to do to keep the ghosts away? at least they didn't show up to haunt him when he was focused on trying not to turn into a human popsicle.
he'd woken up earlier to find haruto's ugly face leering down at him, the sight of which killed any desire of his to go back to sleep. no matter how many years had passed, the image of his dead friend's head smashed open by the concrete pavement and oozing blood and guts all over the place never left him. stupid bet, stupid tavius making the bet, stupid haruto agreeing to take the bet...if only they hadn't been high as fuck and hanging around a part of town they really shouldn't have been. scowling at his feet, yamato kept on plowing into the snow, not caring where his legs decided to take him as long as it was away from the demons of his past.
the next moment he looked up to take stock of his surroundings, he was standing next to the warehouse. or rather, what was left of the building. it was a right wreck, which made it a perfect spot for all sort of wrong-doings on campus. by this point he was thoroughly soaked by the wet mush he'd tromped through for the past half hour or so, and couldn't stop his teeth from chattering. a rundown little shack was better than nothing. without a second thought, the boy ducked inside and curled up in one of the corners with the least gaps in the sides. there, he pulled up his hood, hugged his arms and legs as close to his body as he could, and tried to ignore the faces that were threatening to start bothering him once more.
``tag: MICHA
``status: COMPLETE
``notes: i suck at thread starting >P
``credits: TEMPLATE (C) XIA
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Post by MICAH KELLY BLACKBURN on Dec 28, 2010 5:09:11 GMT
The boy shivered as wandered around the courtyard. He had his jackets and all long sleeve shirts were taken away from him for that scalpel stunt. It was to prevent any incident. They removed every possible place that the boy could hide something, and patted him down every chance they got, which Micah was also assuming that they just wanted to touch his junk. Everyone did these days it seemed. With another shiver, this one of disgust the boy began to think of writing a letter to his parents, to beg them to pick him up. At this point, there was no help in the place, all he was getting was laid, handcuffed and shot up with sedatives, that happened a lot. His mind raced wildly around the thought that at some point he’d have to go back to the asylum.
For now, he decided to hid away. He looked around and in the distance he saw a crumpled up semblance of a building. He decided, upon gazing at it, that was his target. Starting to shake as the wind hit him again, he kicked the snow with his converse, hoping that the extra force would warm him up. Sadly, the desired effect was not achieved. It was quite the opposite. The water was seeping through his shoes and socks, making his feet feel like ice.
Making his way in, he found a little shelter from the wind. “Thank you, Jesus,” he muttered through his still chattering teeth. Not yet did he notice the other person in there.
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Post by YAMATO KISEKI SUSUME on Dec 29, 2010 0:13:27 GMT
ah what was that unpleasant noise? it sounded like someone else was also coming into the warehouse now; not something yami appreciated. he'd come out to be alone and that was kind of hard to do when you had company. growling, muttering under his breath, the boy sat up straighter and pulled his hood back from his face. gazing around, at first he didn't notice anyone. the place was after all, run down and had random holes torn into its sides, so there was no official 'front door' to look to when searching for visitors. eventually he located the source of the disruption and raised an eyebrow at what he saw. and he thought he'd been risking frostbite by wandering out here in a jacket. the newcomer was wearing no such outer gear at all. 'now there's a guy who either knowingly went looking for his death cold, or is just too plain stupid to notice that he didn't bring a coat.'
he still couldn't make out the face of the other individual and so was forced to get up and move a little closer. his eyes widened briefly, then narrowed into what could have been either a glare or a smirk. it was hard to tell with only half his face performing the action. cat-like, yami retreated from his hiding place and circled around until he was behind his target, moving quietly and half crouched, ready to pounce. slowly, he approached micah's back until he was close enough to bring his hands down on the other's shoulders. he breathed a quiet "boo!" into micah's ear, a grin tugging his lips up at the corners. "well well, what do we have here eh? really pretty boy, you ought to know better than to go wandering into dark corners by yourself."
``tag: MICHA
``status: COMPLETE
``notes: ...
``credits: TEMPLATE (C) XIA
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Post by MICAH KELLY BLACKBURN on Dec 29, 2010 2:44:53 GMT
Teeth chattering, Micah looked around the room, er building… or what remained of it. In his mind he wondered if he should refer this place in the past tense, as if had a quite musky nearly Civil War feel to it. He could imagine a bomb destroyed it, with children and their mothers running out. The death toll rising at the casualty of war. It was a wonderful story, but it simply wasn’t true. From what he had been told it was a warehouse, a very abused warehouse. It housed food, and paper… and other junk in its heyday, but as a direct result of teenage partying it suffered.
The boy wasn’t quite expecting company, especially that which was lurking. Micah didn’t even hear him moving around behind him. With the sudden pressure on his shoulders and his voice, the boy jerked, bringing his elbow back to hit the other in the stomach in reflex. Turned around, Micah’s shocked face turned into a glare. “It isn’t a surprise to see a rat in said places,” he hissed at the other, Yamato. The normally meek boy had a certain backbone with him as a strength for others. You see, they’d met a while ago, with Yamato bullying others. “You know, I’ve got a theory on why you bother Kiyo. It’s because you aren’t man enough to get anyone other than a child and you know it.” The old frigid temperatures seemed replaced a burning hatred for the... swine.
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Post by YAMATO KISEKI SUSUME on Dec 30, 2010 3:32:45 GMT
the air suddenly left his lungs as an elbow jabbed into his stomach. well that was, unexpected. "oof! hello to you too," he muttered, rubbing at his side. the scowl brightened into a grin though after hearing micah's comment about rats and his not-so-subtly insinuation that yami belonged in the same class as the rodents. what could he say, insults didn't seem to have the same effect on him that they did on normal people. after all, for someone like him, they served as a convenient reason to turn 'unpleasant' on the insulter. "and you didn't bring an exterminator with you despite knowing this fact? tsk tsk pretty boy, you're just asking for trouble."
he really wasn't sure what to make of the other boy. for the most part they didn't get along because 1) yami had a tendency to run his mouth and do whatever he wanted without considering others, and 2) he saw micah as a self-righteous busy-body who made it his annoying habit to try and save everyone. or at least tavi and kiyo whenever yami was busy bothering the latter two. yet at the same time, they didn't completely hate each other. grinning, he moved in until he was practically touching noses with micah, his arms resting on either side of the other's neck. "oh i can't can i? shall we test that theory of yours?" his tongue flicked out to lick micah's lips. this could get interesting.
``tag: MICHA
``status: COMPLETE
``notes: ...
``credits: TEMPLATE (C) XIA
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Post by MICAH KELLY BLACKBURN on Dec 30, 2010 5:44:20 GMT
Micah glared at the boy he’d elbowed, finding that he didn’t feel any remorse for it. In fact, it made him happy to have inflicted some for of pain to him. He wasn’t exactly sure what happened between him and his brother, but there was definitely something. Micah watched Yamato torment him. It was just something that the boy couldn’t stand to watch. “Who said that I’m not the exterminator?” Micah didn’t actually believe he could end anyone, but if it had to be someone unprovoked, Yamato would be as close as it got. His arrogant attitude. The fact that he thought everyone was under him.
The boy seemed to get some sort of reaction out of the other. Yamato’s eyes seemed to change to think about how to react. Micah’s back was against the wall, leaning on it with a fine smirk as Yamato approached him. His words and actions made him take a deep breath in. Micah closed his eyes when he felt his company’s smooth tongue glide along his lips. “I’m outta your league,” he whispered, barely brushing his own pink pair on Yamato’s, before pushing him off and beginning to walk off. “My theory is proven. How easy was that?” Micah turned around giving him a wink.
Just then , another gust of wind hit. It seemed to be at just the right angle to carry through the building. The boy was sent into another heavy fit of shivers. “Oh… sh-shit…,” he quivered.
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