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Best Watch Yourself; [[Death Note RP. Private]]
Topic Started: Dec 29 2007, 11:16 PM (391 Views)
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[size=0]Something was wrong.

For any sane person, today was nothing more than another weekday, another day of school for students, another day of work for adults. If one wanted to get exact, it was Monday, the most perfectly horrid day of them all. And yet, the students of one particular New York City had somehow managed to survive, most of them already fleeing from the classroom with messenger bags and backpacks in tow. Only a handful remained, some busy chatting with friends, others just in no rush for freedom. And then, there were them.

Gathered in one of the darker corners, a trio stood, their gazes matched upon a lone subject. Perhaps, their stares would have been more settling, if not for the fact that most of the boys had been held back for a year or two, and had suspensions a plenty. Hell, it was amazing that they were even still in the school, and not already shipped off to some military school aboard. Actually, perhaps ‘amazing’ was the wrong word for it. After all, what can be expected when your father and mother are the top donators for the school’s funds? Kids like that, kids with connections--- they’re the ones that can do as they please.

And that’s exactly what they were doing.

The second-tallest of the three, standing at an intimidating six-foot-five, did not bother to conceal his intent as he strode towards a particular desk. Without warning, he leaned forward, his midnight locks falling into his amber eyes all the while. The game was about to begin.

“Hey, buddeh. It’s been awhile. Think ya can spare us some time?” A snicker at the end of the words, acting as its own question mark, was one of the few details which caused a certain nearby student’s spine to tingle. It was practically oozing maliciousness, and yet, it was as if no one else in the room was enlightened of this fact, save for the silver-haired boy that watched from afar. It was wrong to just watch, he knew, but what good would there be in getting involved? The last thing the school needed was twice the blood to clean from the floors; there were still stains from the last fight the group had had. [/size]
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The boy was weak, that much was certain. And, if he were to be summed up in a single word: pathetic would not do him justice. It was no secret; Damian(known to most as Asterisk) hadn't even the guts to throw a single punch in his defense, muchless take any sort of stand for himself. The seventeen year old was a pushover, and practically everyone knew that. It wasn't difficult to tell, really. Through his sickly pale complexion, lack of any visible muscles, and generally petite figure, one couldn't help but assume that he hadn't much strength to begin with. Perhaps not the shortest, but still not at all tall, he did not appear to be much of a threat to anyone, and therefore, was the target of one too many beatings. This much was obvious, because anyone who gave the boy a second glance could clearly see the proof. Though hard enough did he try, the pale teen could never hide all of the bruises and scars. Among the many wounds that he received, there were also those that had been self-inflicted, but he was clever enough to hide these well. Long sleeved shirts and jackets - be it hot weather or cold; It didn't matter. They were the only thing that kept the wandering eyes of others away.

Rarely did Damian leave his house, for only was it to work and come to school did he ever find the need to. There were some occasions, though they did not come often, did he wish to not be home, but simply someplace else. This was one of those times, naturally. And, had he'd given his decision a second thought, he'd have found that the school wasn't exactly the safest place to be...

He had all the right to be startled. The voice was scary and sudden, and he had not expected to hear it. But he really should have known...
Days like these were typical.

Unable to fake composure, Asterisk's breathing quickened slightly as he began to panic. Though, pale blue eyes dared not to look away from the floor, for the boy knew that he would only be greeted by devil's spawn itself. Just go along with it, and maybe they won't hurt you... He tried to convince himself, but he was too much of a pessimist to really believe it. "Oh... uhm... yeah, it has..." Asterisk spoke tentatively, his voice barely louder than a mutter.

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She was tempted to say something, anything, just to prevent what was most likely to happen right in front of her. But, she couldn’t.

How pathetically trapped she felt.

It wasn’t as if she was afraid of those idiotic guys who thought they ran the school, not really, but it was that financial gap that prevented her from uttering a sound. She just had to be an orphan that got the right to support herself. She had never been adopted and she sure as hell didn’t want to stay in that orphanage any longer. So, she filed for Emancipation and was granted the right to get her own apartment and job, though the judge had made her promise to finish off high school and try to get into college. She had snorted and responded that she had been planning on doing that anyways, her parents had left some money for her, enough to pay for a small community college if she couldn’t get scholarships for the colleges she really wanted to go to. ‘Course, that was hell on her sleep schedule and she struggled from time to time, she actually had to take days off of work in order to get her work done, at times. Much like today, she had taken the day off to work on some of her homework and a project that involved a bunch of writing and too much work than really should be needed for such an easy task. Damn the teacher that had assigned it, but oh well. If she got a good grade she’d be happy.

Her short, caramel-colored hair was kept back with haphazardly positioned hair clips, some being paper clips, though she really didn’t know where they came from. Yeah, not the most awake of people in the mornings. She was bent over her desk, the paper in front of her more than halfway full of words that she really wasn’t paying attention to but were miraculously still on topic. Her lavender eyes looked at the page without seeing as her ears paid attention to the scene happening about a row over and a couple rows back. Please just leave the kid alone, he doesn’t need it. She really wanted to help and she felt bad that she couldn’t.

Hearing the guy’s, Asterisk’s (That was his name, right? She couldn’t remember.) broken response, she could have either died laughing or smacked him upside the head lightly. He was hopeless. Brielle let out a low sigh and shook her head slightly and adjusted the grip on her pencil in her right hand, Probably the worst response ever, Asterisk.

Well, so much for working on that project, she was going to have to at least attempt to stop the kids if it got too far, wouldn’t she? She didn’t think many people were paying attention to the rather sad scene in front of them.

Yay for risking my educational career for someone else’s benefit! If there had been a thought bubble, it’d have to have a little chibi of her waving a flag fake cheerfully. After her slight pause in her writing, she started back up again, though she really wasn’t writing, just doodling on the sides, not wanting to alert the idiot that she was really paying attention. You just never knew when idiots actually had observation skills.


(Meh, not my best of intros, it died on me, sorry.)
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[size=0] “We’ve missed ya, buddeh, you shouldn‘t disappear like that.”

Everyday, they were in the same goddamn class together. Everyday, the victim of their relentless harassment sat a mere row or two before them, his position hardly changing through the hours of the day. And yet, they had the nerve to act like they hadn‘t seen him in ages, and even worse, that it was his fault! At his side, Ji-Hin‘s fingers clentched into a tight fist, only while his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. Why, why did he have to be a coward in these situations? If only it were off school grounds…. Then, then they would get their fucking payback, right to their fucking, oversized heads.

“The whole crew thought you hated ‘em. Now, isn‘t that a mean thing to make some peoples think?” Forward, just slightly, just enough for his breath to be felt upon his prey‘s skin, the demonic teen went. As if on cue, his muscle joined him from their corner of hiding. It was the taller of the two, the redhead whose height had to be at least five inches above that of the leader, that made his way to the front of the wimp‘s desk. Wimp. That was his name as far as the boys were concerned, along with other choice words.

Upon his lips, a disgusting sneer shown, the expression easy to read from his perfectly tanned face. Not a single strand of hair slipped into his black, bottomless eyes as he leaned forward himself, trying to meet the wimp‘s eyes. “I think you owe us an apology, dipshit. A real nice one, too. You broke our fuckin‘ hearts, ya know.” It wasn‘t a question. There were hardly any questions with these guys.

The shorter of the two, coming in at only five-foot-three, stood off to the right of the desk, blocking yet another exit. “Yeah, ya might wanna get ready to kiss our fucking asses. It‘ll take quite a bit for Nem‘s heart to heal.”

Heart? The silent audience laughed inwardly, bitterly. Since when do fucking bastards have hearts at all?

True, the boys didn‘t, but that wouldn‘t keep them from beating the shit out of dearest Damian.

“What do you say?” Nem asked, running his hand to grasp a fistful of the beloved wimp‘s hair. A quick jerk, and the boy‘s head was sent backwards, his eyes towards Nem‘s face. “Better start now, or my feelings might be hurt even fuckin‘ more.”[/size]
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It was to be expected. Nothing ever seemed to work in Asterisk's favor. Had he even the slightest hope that he would make it out of here unharmed, he would more than likely be greatly disappointed. For this reason, it was best to stick to his pessimistic ways. At least then, he wouldn't be played the fool.

The jerk of his head was enough to make Asterisk wince. It wasn't so much the pain as it was the sudden fear of not making it out of the school alive that caused it. For a moment, Damian simply stared up at the boy with wide, horrified eyes, uncertain. What should he do? What could he do? Nothing, of course. The only option was to give in, and it was with the bitter taste of defeat that he had accepted this. But the mere thought of apologizing to these heartless bastards made him want to vomit. What did he have to be sorry for? Nevertheless, if it was the only way out...

"I... I'm sorry..." The teen said quietly, wanting to shoot himself in the head for the words that would come next, "...What do you want me to do?" But he knew that this answer would not suffice, 'sorry' never worked with people like them. Apathetic was he, for now emotions seemed not to matter, just doing whatever it took to get out of there.

The voice in the back of his mind hissed angrily at him. Fucking idiot. You give up too easily...
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[size=0]“Now that‘s more like it.”

From parted lips, the malicious words flowed, each and every syllable laced with verbal arsenic. The other boys, the followers, dared not to speak within these moments, their simple minds too busy conjuring ways they would soon torment the lithe body before them. From brutal beatings to sexual assault, the options were endless. After years of being in the bully business, it was more than easy to come up with things, even on the spot.

Idiot! It couldn’t be helped, avoided. As much as Ji-Hin knew it was hardly the victim’s fault, there was a part of him hidden deep within, a part that could not believe he was giving up so easily to the boys that would break him. Why… Why give them what they want? And yet, he said nothing still, but merely watched. He watched as the hand on those beautiful locks tightened, threatening to soon make a move. He watched as they gave a fierce yank, this time one that was meant to draw the boy to his feet. He watched, still, as Nem began to drag the boy back towards their corner, not caring if he had risen to his feet just yet.

“C’mon, babe, you better get started.” The others followed obediently, their footsteps tracking those of their leader to the darkness. Their eyes were alit with something foul, something putrid as they moved, surely their minds already set on what would soon be done. “You have a lot of work to do.” Halfway to the desired goal, the hand disappeared from dear Asterisk’s locks, only to soon be replaced with a fierce shove to the dear boy’s back. If he didn’t knock into the wall nearby, or at least fall to the floor, it would be a certain miracle.

The time was nearing. The time for the boy’s breaking, his beating. Someone had to rise soon, someone had to say something. The audience knew, from the silver-haired boy to the nameless others, they knew what was on the line. And yet, they did nothing. Most, for fear of being hurt themselves, others simply due to knowing the boys personally, and supporting their demented views. Whatever the case, the outcome was to be the same.
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It really didn't hurt. No. It was only a shove.
But the fact that no one gave a damn...
It wasn't as if he had expected anyone to help him. And it wasn't as if he had wanted anyone to care.
Really, it didn't matter. He didn't need their sympathy. Because, in the end, the boy deserved everything that he got. After all, it was always his fault, wasn't it? Even if he didn't understand why...

The pale teen hit the wall and slid to his knees, whimpering quietly in his defeat. Not even wanting to will himself to look up, he kept his eyes focused on the ground. He didn't want to see their faces. But God... How he wished that he didn't deserve this, wished that he didn't have to get his ass kicked every goddamn time. I refuse to ask for help. He had to remind himself this more than often than anything, because it was so fucking hard to not want to scream for help. He just had to remember that he deserved it, and things didn't seem so bad.

"It's to be expected, I suppose." Asterisk sighed lightly. He said this more so to himself, than anyone else, because no one but him would probably be able understand what the fuck he was even talking about.
He was all too familiar with this.


[[OOC: lol short, crappy post. ;A; -cry-]]
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She winced.

She winced when they had jerked the boy up from his seat and felt sympathetic to the pain of having one's hair pulled. "Dammit, if only I could really help." She muttered under her breath, finally turning to watch the scene sadly. God, how she hated being so helpless in a situation. Brielle was a quiet girl, that was well known, but she was also known for her bravery in situations such as this, she had stuck up for more than one person at this school when they were bullied. She didn't fight, no, but she always seemed to diffuse a situation when she saw it. But, those bullies hadn't been influencial in the school, they had been like her or just average, which brought her back to her dilemma, help the boy now or wait until it was almost too late?

She hated having to choose and felt selfish because she would have to pick the one that benefitted her before another person. She needed the diploma, badly, her whole independence was laying on the line if she didn't get it at the end of her high school career. If she got expelled from this school, it would stay on her record, and ruin what chances she had to get into a good school again.

Helplessly, she gripped the back of her chair and watched and winced when the boy was pushed into the wall next. He looked so pathetic it made her sad and angry to be watching the scene without doing anything. But, it was what she had to do, even if she didn't like it, right? She glanced around the room quickly, seeing if anyone else was watching the sad scene and noticed some others with varying expressions. It sickened her how some would find such enjoyment in someone else's pain.

Then she watched on.

(Eh, so-so to crappy.)
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[size=0] “Look, the little shit’s talkin’ to himself!”

They didn’t understand. Not the bullies, not his classmates--- not one single fucking person could understand what he was saying, why he was saying it. Some wanted to, others tried to, but it was hopeless. With the dark haired boy’s comment, those trying gave up completely, only to attempt holding back their laughter; few managed to succeed. As much as they realized it could just as well be them laid upon the floor, forced down without a hint of kindness, they could not help the sadistic humor found in the situation.

Well, most couldn’t.

A lone droplet of blood rose from a small puncture in the dear cat-boy‘s bottom lip; he was biting far too hard for his simple flesh to handle. Sickening. How can they get away…. How can this continue? Already, crescent marks had formed within the palm of either hand, as if join the self-inflicted, minor wounds, most emotional, some physical, that now rose. All because he wouldn’t take a stand, all because he valued his face too much---

The sound of a fist making contact with something living ripped Ji-Hin fiercely from his reflections. Looking once more to the scene laid before him, he could see the shortest boy, Maze, as he suddenly remembered, restlessly digging his fist right into Asterisk’s gut. If possible, the sneer about his face had increased tenfold. His stomach began to twist and turn.

“That’s for mouthing off without permission,” Nem muttered, leaning down so only Asterisk could hear the bitterness seeping through each and every goddamn word. “Unless you have some ass kissing to do, I don’t want your mouth to even open. ‘Kay, babe?” There was no waiting for an answer, no giving the boy a chance to recover, or at least not much of one.

In just seconds, the boy was being yanked upward, not just to his feet, but off of the ground itself--- all by a fistful of fabric from his shirt. The tallest, strongest of the trio was already getting a piece of action. “Damn, can’t you even fucking stand when in the presence of your masters?” Another murmur, another hushed sentence for only Asterisk’s ears to receive. By now, most of the lingering had wandered outward, not wanting to stick around to see the bloodshed. Only two had the balls to remain, only two were foolish enough to keep watching, not even bothering to hide their interest.

This can’t go on…. Without thinking, he took the step forward, the step needed for the events to follow. The single step that distracted the boys’ attention.

“Oh, what’s this? A friend of yours, babe?” It was hard to tell who was speaking now, though the reactions were all the same: Irritation. “You should know better. This is between you and us. Why dun you tell him to get lost?”[/size]
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