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Post by Alvin Bo Colby on Jul 14, 2008 0:41:20 GMT -5
School.
It was all such a big farse. You went there, you did work and you went home. It didn't make him feel any more accomplished in life than he had before. He still felt worthless, used and fullup. Fullup of everything. What was the point of anything. It was all a waste of time. Something for people to do, to say they did it. But what was it that they were doing?
Getting an education?
Oh boy there's something we all need. An education. It'll get us far. We'll be big shots in the world. Lawyers and professors and doctors and veternarians.
But seriously, how many people make it big? How many people get the chance to do what they want? Why go big when you know you won't make it. There's no chance for you. They'll stick up their noses to you and turn you away. Send ya home. No supper for you tonight Skippy. You were a bad boy.
Money was the biggest issue. Lots of people didn't have enough of it. Some had too much. If you didn't have enough you weren't going anywhere you wanted. You needed to save for a long time, and even then there isn't much to deal with. He himself could have lots of money. His mother married some rich guy. But he barely knew or even liked the guy. Why would she bother getting remarried? After his father has left him and his two brothers and his mother, how could she trust another? How could she move on? How could she? How?
Because she didn't want to be alone?
Relationships are overrated. They don't deserve to be. Not at all. They're only let-downs. Just like school. And friends. And...life.
But right now he was where he had to be. He had to be here to make his mother proud of him. She was the only thing he had left, besides his two brothers. But even though they were triplets and used to be the best of buds, he felt that they two were drifting away from him. Or was it he that was drifting from him? Was he the one on the raft floating away from their safe island. Where they were together, happy and filled with joy and content that he did not feel? Why was everyone else so forgiving? How could they let it go? Perhaps it was because he was the one who spent the most time with their father. The others were always with mom. But why had he left them? Were they not good enough for him? Was he not good enough for his own father. Had he done something bad? Had he embarrassed him? What had he done to upset him so?
A tear formed in his eye as he strode down the near empty hall. He quickly brushed it away, making it look like he was brushing his hair out of his eyes. He hated the feeling of not knowing. Not knowing the answer to the question why. Why this, why that. Why why why why why why WHY! For what reason did this happen. How come it ended like this. Why did he not understand this. Why did that go there. Why were we left here? Alone. Miserable? It wasn't fair. And the only answer he could come up with was that it was his fault. There was no other explaination. He was the closest to their father, therefore he was the one that pushed him away.
There was no way he was going to make it to class in time. He was late. And a detention would soon follow. He wouldn't even bother going. There was no point. It was only english class. Nothing spectacularly special there. Grammar he knew; check. Spelling he knew; check. Reading he knew; check. What more was needed?
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Post by Jareth X on Jul 31, 2008 11:35:31 GMT -5
If you posture was good, you could get anywhere for less. If your posture was bad, people tended to sneer in your direction.
Today, Jareth didn't care. He hunched himself over a cafeteria table working furiously at cutting his initials into the hard finished wood. Already, he had one line done for his last name, which was all he was going to actually put. His idiot brother could easily take the blame and would talk the blame or else.
Ah yes, the final stretch of his masterpiece! Flicking his eyes to the windows, he watched the various teachers saunter by with a trail of hopelessness behind them.
He laughed at their eagerness to excel at the game of "School".
Waving to his math teacher, he watched her until she had disappeared behind the wall before he continued his act of evil.
Slowly, he smiled and those long canines sparkled in the light. He was a menace like the rats, like the raccoons who are forced to eat other's garbage-
And that's what he was. He was the rat eating up garbage that was placed before him. No, he wouldn't take it any longer.
He stood violently and pushed the chair back. The legs moaning against the hard floor, his intentions were destroyed when a boy walked in. His body showed the same signs he was feeling.
Confusion drifted across Jareth's face, who the hell was this kid?
He knew everybody on spare this period and everybody who was a regular skipper. But a stranger to Jareth's eyes was not acceptable.
He placed a pleasant smile on and let his eyes twinkle. His "Prince Charming" routine was useful at times like these.
"Hello fellow student!" he called, giving the boy a shy wave.
And he fixed his posture-
Because if you posture was good, you could get anywhere for less. If your posture was bad, people tended to sneer in your direction.
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Post by Alvin Bo Colby on Aug 1, 2008 19:23:14 GMT -5
Alvin lifted his head as he walked into the near empty cafeteria. There was but one person seated hunched over at a table. He looked busy doing something. Or maybe he was sleeping? Nah, definitely doing something....
His left eyebrow rose as we stared at the boy in wonder. The out of nowhere the male stood violently, the chair screeching against the hard floor. Alvin dropped his gaze from him, looking down at his feet he continued to walk, planning to go to the back of the cafeteria, where nobody could bother him.
He'd come here to be alone. Skipping class seemed a much better idea than actually going. His goody-two-showed brothers were probably in class. Actually they had science first period with him too. That would definitely look bad on him. But who cared?
Nobody.
The teachers didn't care. They could care less if you showed up. They would prefer it if you didn't come. It made their work easier. Less tests to check and less brats to have to look after. Really he was just making their job easier. If he went he'd probably crack a bunch of wise ass remarks and end up getting sent out of the room anyhow.
"Hello fellow student!" a friendly voice called. Alvin's brown eyes looked up to see the boy waving. At him?
...Noooo.
He looked behind him and heaved a sigh as he saw no one else around.
"Hello." He muttered looking Jareth up for a moment then continuing on his way. |
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Post by Jareth X on Aug 4, 2008 20:14:17 GMT -5
Jareth quirked an uneasy brow at the boy. His thoughts raced with calculating exactly what the boy was doing.
So it seemed he had noticed his slight personality split and obviously chose to play it safe.
Clearly, the boy didn't know who he was. What he was capable of, what he could do!
And after he had spoken, he snorted at the way he turned his head. As if he wasn't sure exactly who he was talking to.
He's the only other one in the room!
The way the boy exhaled his sorrow sent Jareth's anger out of control. His eye twitched at him- which he controlled by forcing a wider smile and pushing all thoughts to the farthest of his brain.
"Hello." the boy muttered looking up at him for a moment then continuing on his way.
That bastard...
He smiled and walked closer. A straightened back and a lovely smile on his face, one that hid the odd canines he developed.
"My name is Jareth, and yours?"
What would it take for a fool to follow Jareth?
He was a king of his time.
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Post by Alvin Bo Colby on Aug 4, 2008 20:59:01 GMT -5
Alvin sensed the male following him. But why? Why was he so keen to be talking to a boring fellow like he? He took a seat at the end of a table and looked up at the male. He had the most perfect posture. Almost too perfect. And that smile...tacky. What was this guy trying to pull?
"My name is Jareth, and yours?"
Jareth? Geez the guy even had an original name. Not like his, Alvin. His name was so old. And everybody he met always called him Alvin the Chipmunk. Theodore Was Ayden and Simon was Addison. Alvin and the chipmunks. Why hadn't his parents just named them all after the bloody rodents!
"Alvin," he said, returning Jareths friendly smile, "Just curious though. Is there something to be extremely happy about right here, right now? Did you just win the lottery or are you always so smiley?" he held the back side of his left hand to the right side of his mouth, "Cause your over friendliness is a little creepy." he stated, in a loud enough to hear whisper.
His blunt personality had always gotten him into trouble. But he just couldn't resist. It was the way he was. Why lie when the truth was so much more easier spoken. Maybe not easier heard. But at the same time it was better to be heard. He was always told not to lie as a kid, and so, Alvin didn't lie. Sometimes he may swim around the truth to get out of things but he enjoyed being rude and blunt. He didn't care what other thought of him. Why should he?
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Post by Jareth X on Aug 23, 2008 20:05:04 GMT -5
"Alvin."
A kind enough reply for such a pathetic fiend. He did nothing but sit across from him as he returned Jareth's fake smile.
Already Jareth knew this would be an easy kill. The poor boy was as foolish as a squirrel- or a chipmunk for that matter.
He examined his featured briefly-
Wasn't the cutest animal in the litter was he?
"Just curious though. Is there something to be extremely happy about right here, right now? Did you just win the lottery or are you always so smiley?" he held the back side of his left hand to the right side of his mouth, "Cause your over friendliness is a little creepy." he stated to him.
Suddenly his opinions changed dramatically.
His visage seemed to take a different shape entirely-
Eyes macabre in the light as he watched through narrowed slits. His nose wrinkled and his mouth twisted. Each muscle in his body tensed as he watched the poor soul.
"Watch your yap fiend!" he spat his venom with abhorrence.
Calm yourself
Exhaling all air that was left in his lungs, he looked up from a bowed head.
"Where are Theodore and Simon dear Alvin? Perhaps if you didn't eat so much you wouldn't be compared to as a chubby chipmunk."
A serpents smirk crossed his face-
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Post by Alvin Bo Colby on Sept 9, 2008 17:35:35 GMT -5
The reaction wasn't quite what he had been expecting, but at the same time it was.
Jareth's nose wrinkled and his mouth twisted. Each muscle in his body tensed as he watched Alvin. He almost laughed at the guy as he awaited the ears to start exhaling smoke and his face to turn red as a deadly apple.
"Watch your yap fiend!" he spat, his tone showed nothing less then complete antipathy towards Alvin.
Perhaps this Jareth guy was quite serious underneath it all. No doubt he only showed people his good natured side to lure them towards him. This way he could all but burst out his unheard-of nature when not many were looking and get away with it. He could get his job done quick and with exquisite ease. But why did he conceal his vehement self and cover it with such charitable character?
"Where are Theodore and Simon dear Alvin? Perhaps if you didn't eat so much you wouldn't be compared to as a chubby chipmunk."
Alvin grimaced and all his insides groaned with the agony of a lost man in a desert. How did he know about him being called a chipmunk? Or was it just so obvious? Alvin was a well known name- thanks to the tremenous amount of people who grew up addicted to watching all the shows.
He regained himself, staring Jareth in the eye for a short moment. He then patted his cheek and smiled. A fake smile, of course. But a smile that could easily pass as a genuine smile. That of a child who just won a prize while playing a game at a fair.
"All the more to love I suppose," he explained, taking a stand, "You're not so great yourself." he noted, "I mean look at you! You're as thin as a twig. Get some meat on those bones!" he scolded, pointing a finger at him, "I'm sure no one would mind if you ate Simon or Theodore. They're such a pain anyways." he rolled his eyes, thinking back to his goody-two-shoe brothers, "Jareth, why don't you come to my place for supper tonight. You seem like a nice enough guy!" he smiled once again before turning from Jareth. He slung his backpack over his back and headed for the cafeteria doors. He truly hoped this guy wouldn't keep following him. He was not up for being around people today. And what was so interesting about him that the guy went out of his way to talk to him anyway? |
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Post by Jareth X on Nov 26, 2008 14:10:39 GMT -5
"All the more to love I suppose," he explained, taking a stand, "You're not so great yourself." he noted.
Jareth took a step back, appalled at his words. Anger boiled deep within.
"I mean look at you! You're as thin as a twig. Get some meat on those bones!" Alvin scolded, pointing a finger at him, "I'm sure no one would mind if you ate Simon or Theodore. They're such a pain anyways."
Jareth laughed and flicked away a lock of hair from his face.
"I've come across rotting bodies that are less offensive than you are. Have you looked in a mirror lately? Look at your face you filthy peasant, it disgusts me," he said- laughing snidely. "Just out of curiosity, are your parents siblings?"
His hands rested on his hips, a serpents smirk crossed his face
"Jareth, why don't you come to my place for supper tonight. You seem like a nice enough guy!" he smiled once again before turning from Jareth. He slung his backpack over his back and headed for the cafeteria doors.
Jareth curled his lips up, revealing his fangs. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down and spoke before Alvin had disappeared through the doors.
"You're the kind of person that is the blueprint for building an idiot."
He snorted that comment.
"Who am I kidding?" he said to himself. "Calling you an idiot would be an insult to all the stupid people."
He bowed his head, his smirk growing more sinister with each mocking laugh that escaped his throat.
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Post by Alvin Bo Colby on Nov 26, 2008 18:20:26 GMT -5
As he walked away he recalled what the guy had said to him earlier.
"I've come across rotting bodies that are less offensive than you are. Have you looked in a mirror lately? Look at your face you filthy peasant, it disgusts me. Just out of curiosity, are your parents siblings?" Then he given off that cruel serpents smile. Who did he think he was? His parents weren’t siblings. Sure, he may be gross to look at and he may be fat..but...
"You're the kind of person that is the blueprint for building an idiot."
Jareth snorted that comment, making Alvin stop, turning his head slightly he glared at the guy
“What the f**k is your problem?” he asked, annoyed, “Do you spend all your spare time looking those insults up on the internet? Gad.” he turned his head and kept walking, smiling inwardly. The guy probably did. He didn’t seem to have anything better to do then insult people, and no doubt he ran out of insults and comebacks at a fast pace.
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Post by Jareth X on Dec 28, 2008 16:44:31 GMT -5
"What the f**k is your problem?” Alvin asked, annoyed.
Jareth laughed and rolled his eyes. Was he really that retarded to even ask such a foolish question?
"You," he snorted. "You're my God Damned problem."
Jareth hated this "Alvin" character. The smug expressions he gave in return to him nearly caused Jareth to be sick. He disliked all mannerisms Alvin shared and he envied the way he treated him.
Did he not know who he was?
Jareth? The King of beauty and of highschool?
Yeah, Jareth's on top of things and Alvin was in his way.
“Do you spend all your spare time looking those insults up on the internet? Gad.” he turned his head and kept walking.
Jareth smiled, what an idiot. Walking away from your problems never solved anything. Even Jareth knew that you should take the world head on and never back away.
Especially when you'd win.
So Jareth laughed through his snickers to himself. His tongue felt the tips of his long canines and suddenly he could picture them digging deep into Alvin's neck.
Taking a step back, he frowned.
What was happening to him?
Where did these feelings and images come from?
It was impossible to be sheer rage, so why was this happening?
Why was this happening to the most beautiful male in the school?
To the most popular male?
To him?
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