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Post by saylem collin taylor on Oct 15, 2008 20:20:42 GMT -6
Skipping to the trainer school that morning, book bag bouncing off his rear end as he did so, he wore a bandana around his head, keeping his hair down, though it was folded so it looked like a sweat band over his hair with the bandana pattern. Around his left wrist was the same thing. He wore holey skinny jeans, a tight A Day to Remember band shirt, and old origional converse. As he did his skipping, he slowed until he reached the school and walked inside calmly, stopping to get a drink. It was almost the end of the training school, though he wasn't sure when. Hoepfully today the teacher person would tell them. He wanted to get his pokemon soon though; he wanted a pikachu. He was pretty sure he was the oldest in his class, being sixteen while everyone else was around ten to thirteen. He felt old too, aside from the teacher who was way older than him. Walking into his classroom, he took his usual seat in the back of the class when he heard his name called at the front of the room. Looking up, he put his book bag down and walked to the front of the room. He hadn't taken his medication that morning, he was bound to get in trouble today. He couldn't really control his hyperactivity, well, he could, but he wanted to do most of the things he did.
Walking to the front of the class where the teacher was, he was eye level with the teacher, keeping a straight face but biting on the inside part of his liprings. Saylem, i need you to behave today. You've already been sent to the office this week as well as last week, another and your parents will get a phone call. the teacher said, watching as Saylem sulked a little, nodded, and walked back to his seat sighing. It wasn't his fault he was in a hurry this morning and couldn't take his medication. He heard footsteps walking towards him. Looking up, he saw the teacher again. What do you need to keep you from getting in trouble? she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Shivering, he moved his shoulder so the hand moved. He shrugged then, unsure of what he needed. I'll print everything you need for the day out for you, since you don't take notes.. the teacher said, walking over to her computer and printing out various peices of paper and handing them to him. Don't draw on these this time. Please. the teacher said, placing the papers down neatly on his desk before walking to the front of the class. Sighing, he pulled a pencil out of his bag as well as a spiral and began his daily drawings before class had started and for a little while into the class. The teacher walked to the back of the class again, to Saylems desk, and got the paper that they were going to start working out and put it ontop of the packet she had handed him. Put that away saylem, I'll get Robs to help you. she said, taking Saylems spiral and putting it back in his bag. She walked over to Robs desk and asked if he could help saylem.
Sighing, Saylem looked at the worksheet and wrote his name at the top aswell as the date. He had very nice hand writing for a male, almost looking like a girls handwriting. He always struggled in class, needing extra help to understand. He wasn't stupid or dumb or anything, he just didn't want to do it so he needed someone to keep him on task.
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Post by Robs on Oct 15, 2008 20:54:16 GMT -6
Is this a cuss, or just your heart?
[/color] No other rhythm while those flowers flowin' [/size][/color] I know you can stop its flow on a whim [/color][/size][/b]
He had gone to school, just like any ordinary day. But, this routine... he was getting sick of it. ever since his brother had died... life just had no pupose. He had taken the bullet for him. why couldn't it have been him that got hit by the car? Why couldn't have his older brother at least survived? Robs had to admit, that it was becomming extremely difficult to focus. His brother was all that he ever thought about, and it was extremely difficult to think about this during class, and hold in those painful tears that came to his eyes. Robby had buried his head into his arms; school had not started yet. They had gotten there early. He and Saylem, and a few other students, that was. He had not learned his name yet, though. He had not learned anybody's name yet. It just wasn't important enough. He didn't even know the teacher's name, and felt that that wasn't important, either. All that was important was his brother. He wanted to end it. He wanted to end the misery that flowed through his veins every waking moment. It hurt the small, eleven-year-old boy.
Robs gently lifted his head off of his desk, as he heard faint voices. Ngh... he was getting a headache, listening to the teacher's scolding. It reminded him of how his brother used to scold him, back on the streets. everything seemed to come back to him, like a boomerang. Even something as simple as a basketball could make a connection with the young philsopher. Robby wiped a tear from his eye as he thought about this more, before hearing faint footsteps catch up into his ears. His head gently turned around, knowing he wasn't in any danger, as he saw the teacher's figure. Her coffee-colored hair, those feminine curves of her waist... it was all too much for her, and in Robby's opinion, it maked her look like one of those ugly-looking people who stood on the street and held up signs that said "Will fuck for a quarter." Whatever that meant. "Excuse me... Robs?" She asked. It took him a moment to stop thinking about his brother to realize that the teachers raspy sounding voice was directed at him. Instantly trying to hide the tears in his eyes, he blinked them away, before turning to face him. "Yes, ma'am?"[/b] He questioned, waiting for a response. He hoped he wasn't in trouble for 'sleeping' during class. "Ah, there you are." The teacher chuckled. "Robs, could you please help Saylem with his math homework? Show him how to do number fifteen. Go on, don't be shy." She gave him an encouraging smile, as Robs simply nodded. "Yes, ma'am."[/b] He replied, using his pale, cut-covered hands (from falling over his shoelaces all the time) to push himself up. Walking over to the back of the class, the other five people in the classroom eagerly watched. Finally, he noticed the boy. Bandana, black hair, another bandana, and.... eww! He had piercings on his lip! That was disturbing... it must have hurt a lot.... shaking his head of this thought, and trying to ignore the shivers now down his back, he tried to act gingerly, hoping that the effect would rub off onto this boy. "Okay, Saylem. The problem is 5(-3x - 2) - (x - 3) = -4(4x + 5) + 13. Robs explained, his eyes beginning to wander up to the clock. Soon, they redirected themselves back down to the piece of paper. "You have to multiply the factors,"[/color] He explained, "So you write down -15x - 10 - x + 3 = -16x - 20 +13."[/b] As he wrote down the problem, in very neat handwriting, he moved his hand to make sure that the other boy could see it. "Then, you group like terms... so now it'd be -16x - 7 = -16x - 7. Add 16x + 7 to both sides, because we want to get rid of this."[/b] He said, the faint sound of a pencil scratching against paper echoing throughout the room as he wrote this down. "And there. 0=0.' He had been so occupied in helping this older boy, that he didn't even think about his brother... but this would only last for a few seconds. He stared at Saylem at an encouragng way, waiting for him to either say he got it, or stare at him like he had lost his marbles. Most boys did when they saw the girly clothing and colorful bandages on his knees, anyway. [/size] So I [/color] Have [/color] Learned [/color] To [/color] SWIM . . .[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center][/b] |
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Post by saylem collin taylor on Oct 15, 2008 21:18:48 GMT -6
Thank you. the teacher said, walking over to another student that had their hand up for a question. Saylem laid his head on his arm, watching what Robs was doing. He didn't understand any of this and he never would. Where did the x come from? What the hell are like terms? Why do we want to get rid of that? he asked, tightly closing his eyes and groaning. He didn't understand, ne never would. Math was his worst subject. He needed the teacher or some special-ed teacher helping him with his homework and class assignments. The teacher came back, kneeling down to Saylems level. Did you take your medicine this morning. she asked, looking at the side of Saylems face. He was now sitting up right instead of laying down. He slightly shook his head. Sighing, the teacher shook her head a little and stood and went to her desk, writing a note. Putting the piece of paper in an envelope, she walked back over to Saylem. Take this home to your dad and have him read and sign this. she said, putting it in his backpack. Nodding, he looked back at robs but waiting for the teacher to walk off. I don't understand... he looked down at the paper, looking at the other problems.
Getting and idea, since this boy was also cute, he stood and moved to the floor, pulling Robs on the floor next to him. Smirking, he pulled robs into the laying position next to him and wrapped an arm around him from behind. Basically, Saylem had two sides to him... The flirty side and the normal side. The flirty side was what he was in now. They laid next to his desk as Saylem pulled Robs closer to him and nuzzled the back of his neck some, breathing hotly on his neck. He heard some people turn around in their seats and gasp at what was happening.
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Post by Robs on Oct 15, 2008 21:43:05 GMT -6
Is this a cuss, or just your heart?
[/color] No other rhythm while those flowers flowin' [/size][/color] I know you can stop its flow on a whim [/color][/size][/b]
"Where did the x come from? What the hell are like terms? Why do we want to get rid of that?"
Robs suddenly noticed that... well, he had done a pretty crappy job at explaining this to a clueless student. He blushed very slightly in embarrassment, before erasing the question, and re-writing the problem again. "x is what you're trying to solve for. Basically, you want to know what x equals, and you have to do the problem in order to find out. For example, say that you have an unknown amount of oranges. The unknown number would be replaced with x, since you want to find out how many oranges you have. Now say that you had x oranges, and gave two to a friend. Then, you looked down in your hands, and you had three oranges left."[/color] He was very confident, and determined to teach this student. "So, you have to do the problem to find out how many oranges you had in the first place. So of course, as you know, in order to solve what x is, you have to add the three oranges in your hand, plus the two that you gave to your friend. It would equal five oranges. Now, five oranges minus two oranges is three oranges, right? See, it works out just like that! That's where the x comes from." He gave a reassuring smile, being able to tell that Saylem was becomming frustrated. he was about to give an encouraging sentence, when suddenly, the familiar, curvy figure of their teacher walked over to them both. She kneeled down to his level, making eye contact. Oh gosh.... Robs felt tears come to his eyes again. His older brother used to do that, too.. wiping them away before they could fall, he glanced back up at the teacher, who was now at her desk. She gracefully trotted over to Saylem again, before handing him the envelope. Robs wondered what was inside of it, but decided it was best to not be nosey. Saylem complained again about how he didn't understand, and Robs suddenly squeaked in suprise as he made a very, very quick movement; he sat on the floor, pulling Robs down with him. Suddenly, he was laying down due to Saylem's force, and Robby didn't rebel, due to his submissive nature. He began to tremble in excitement and fear as Saylem's arm wrapped itself around his body, followed by a hot burst of air travelling down his neck. The hairs on his neck rose, as pleasent chills were sent down his spine. Robs screwed his eyes shut and curled up into a little ball, trying to hide his hot blush. He was enjoying this, blushing from being content, and he was blushing due to being humiliated by all the children squealing in disgust. [/size] So I [/color] Have [/color] Learned [/color] To [/color] SWIM . . .[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center][/b] |
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Post by saylem collin taylor on Oct 16, 2008 15:59:51 GMT -6
Here it came, the headache. Groaning, he watched the teacher put the envelope in his bag and sighed, knowing it was about his medication that he didn't take. If he took it, he would have more control over his actions and mind. Licking his pierced lips, he looked at the paper for a minute before looking back up at Robs, listening to him talk. The hell? whats he talking about? i don't get it. he groaned, letting his head fall and make a thud noise on the wooden desk, listening to the rest he was saying and watching the paper some, the numbers and letters moving around the page in his eyes. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he rubbed them, careful not to spread the eyeliner.
Smiling when Robs didn't fight, he ran his hand up the boys chest and began to rub against the sternum roughly, but more in a massage. Meanwhile, his leg moved inbetween Robs, pressing his theigh into Robs crotch a little, hoping he wouldn't fight him. Making soft purring noises, he nuzzled behind the boys ear, licking the lobe lightly. Mmm, you're mine. he purred, hearing footsteps towards them, then it stopped, and walked off a little faster. It was the teacher, he knew that. He heard her voice then, and it sounded like she was on the phone. Fuck, I'm going to get taken away again. he thought, but he wasn't going to stop now. This kid was cute and he didn't seem to mind.
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Post by Robs on Oct 16, 2008 20:12:56 GMT -6
Is this a cuss, or just your heart?
[/color] No other rhythm while those flowers flowin' [/size][/color] I know you can stop its flow on a whim [/color][/size][/b]
Robs let out a squeak as he suddenly felt a rough, firm pain in his sternum, the area between where a woman's breasts would be. He closed one eye uncomfortably, but suddenly... it began to feel good. Was Saylem... massaging him? Well... he kind of... liked it. Robs shook his head and erased these thoughts, before noticing that his blush was growing harder.. and suddenly... whoa! He suddenly felt Sayelm's warm thigh come up in between his legs, and instantly let out a startled cry, his face turning bright red. It felt... good. surprisingly, it felt good. Robs could hear fotsteps beginning to grow nearer, and then, they faded away. then, the familiar sound of the teacher's voice... no, she must have been reporting Saylem for sexual harrassment or something. All this touching, all of that hot air gently fuming down his neck... oh gosh, it was all too much. Robs began to feel so confused; why was he enjoying this? He didn't remember his brother doing this to him...
"Mmm, you're mine."
His ears faintly caught the sound of Saylem's voice, before Robs felt shivers down his spine, as his eyes scrunched themselves shut again. He let a frightened moan escape his lips as he began to tremble, curling into a tigether ball than what he was already in. "....N-no!"[/b] He pleaded, begging Saylem not to 'own' him and humiliate him in front of the whole class. The class could not take their eyes off; it was all too intense. So weird! So disgusting! So... arousing! Squirming out of the older boy's grip, Robs suddenly rolled over onto his back in submission, his hands hugging his own body in an attempt to comfort himself. [/size] So I [/color] Have [/color] Learned [/color] To [/color] SWIM . . .[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center][/b] |
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Post by saylem collin taylor on Oct 16, 2008 20:26:39 GMT -6
He knew what he was doing to this boy, who seemed to enjoy it, so he enjoyed it himself. This was the first time this year he has done this, but he has done it before. He did it last year when someone older than him trying to help him, but no one really knew about that one. It was after school when no one was really around anymore. Only a few people knew, and from what he knew, none of them were in this class... he hoped. He continued what he was doing, stopping the massage and moving down to the hem of his shirt and pulling it up a little to feel the skin underneath. He stroked the area gently with his thumb, nuzzling behind the boys ear once more, letting another hot breath hit his neck before he kissed Robs neck lightly, letting his lips graze across his skin like his fingers were doing on his stomach. His leg stayed where it was however.
When Robs moved onto his back and hugged himself, Saylem attempted to crawl over to him and pin him down, but a sudden force stopped him from doing that. Two adults took ahold of each arm and pulled him up to his feet. He struggled, trying to pull away. Another adult came in and helped Robs up, going to take Robs with them. The teacher shook her head, opening the door for the two adults who were pulling Saylem out of the room as well as the other adult who had Robs. Saylem struggled, a few tears shedding. Last time he had been taken up for doing something bad, which wasn't as bad as this, he got in huge trouble even though it wasn't really his fault. Now, because of this, he was going to get in more trouble and might not be able to start his journey. Stop it Saylem, we're not trying to hurt you. You're only hurting yourself. one of the adults said, tugging gently on Saylems arm. Saylem continued to fight, occasionally letting out a small squeal or something. He didn't know Robs was with them.
Well well well Saylem. Looks like your back. the principle said and Saylem shivered. He looked down, hair falling over his eyes as a few tears dropped from his chin to the floor. The principle looked over at Robs then. Did he hurt you? he asked, stepping over to Robs then. That was the first time Saylem noticed Robs was with them, but he didn't look at him. He continued to keep his head down, letting tears drip from his chin to the floor.
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talking.
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Post by Robs on Oct 18, 2008 23:55:15 GMT -6
Is this a cuss, or just your heart?
[/color] No other rhythm while those flowers flowin' [/size][/color] I know you can stop its flow on a whim [/color][/size][/b]
Robs squirmed a bit as Saylem moved down to the soft, sensitive skin on his stomach, being extremely ticklish, especially in his mid-section. Robs could still feel Saylem's thigh resting between his crotch, which only made him blush harder. He suddenly felt a light peck on the back of his neck, followed by more hot, husky breath. Robs curled up as tightly as he could, now looking of some sort of beetle, although he had to admit. This was.... interesting, to say the least. He didn't know what the hell Sayelm was doing, or why he was doing it, but it was.... a different routine in this dull, boring life. And this was why he was currently enjoying it. Every day was ordinary, and boring. Dull. But this day, specifically, was full of... odd things.
Robs suddenly glanced up at the two adults who towered above them both, as they yanked Saylem by both of his arms, restraining him from laying another hand on the smaller, younger boy. Robs shivered a bit, but accepted the hand that was given to him by this adult, who seemed to be there to help. The class instantly turned away, whsipering among themselves. Robby gulped nervously, before screwing his eyes shut, a blush on his face. He was humiliated. He had just been dominated by this stupid boy right in the middle of class!! Kicking the ground slightly, his face red in embarrassment and anger, Robby wished he could go back in time.
Maybe if he could, his brother would still be alive.
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"Well, well, well, Saylem. Looks like your back." The loud voice of the principle boomed throughout the room, as an eerie silence fell over the two. Robby sighed, still a bit angry at this boy. glancing over to him in some kind of attempt to stare him down, Robby suddenly took in a sharp amount of air, gasping as his eyes caught a few crystaline tears gently drip from his face, to the floor. Why was he... crying? Why? Hadn't he enjoyed that? Hadn't that stupid boy enjoyed humiliating Robs in front f everyone like that? ....still.... he remembered what his brother had taught him. Everyone had their own values, their own reason to live, and he knew that Saylem was still a living, human being. Sighing once more, the boy nodded at the principle's question. "No, sir... please do not punish him. I'm probably never going to see him again; today is my last day at school. There is no need to punish him if he'll literally never even be able to see me to do it again."[/b] He explained, trying to give a small smile. Instead, all he could do was frown, as he sat in the cold, teal chair, colorful band-aids folding on his legs each time he swung them. [/size] So I [/color] Have [/color] Learned [/color] To [/color] SWIM . . .[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center][/b] |
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Post by saylem collin taylor on Oct 19, 2008 0:39:10 GMT -6
The principle looked at Robs when he spoke. Too late... His dads already on his way to pick him up. He's suspended, this isn't the first time he's done this. The first time this year, but he did it to an older student after school and someone else in his class last year. He says its uncontrolable, but if he took that damned medication like he's supposed to, he wouldn't have done that. the Principle said, signing some forms or something. He didn't bother looking at Saylem as he did this, and when he was done, he had placed the papers on the edge of the front desk just as Saylems dad walked in, looking much like him with shaggy brown hair, the brown looking a lot like Saylems. The male walked in and grabbed Saylems wrist tightly, pulling him away from the two men that were holding him.
Saylem made a squeaking noise as he was pulled away. I'm going to get your bag and stuff, apologize to him. his dad said, dropping Saylems wrist and walking off towards the classroom to get Saylems bag and to talk to the teacher for a minute. Saylem sniffled and nodded as his dad began to walk away. Bringing his right hand up to his eyes, he rubbed them, letting the small amount of eyeliner smear some. The principle walked off with one of the two men, going off in the back somewhere. The other male stuck around and sat down on a small chair at the other side of the room, away from Saylem and Robs.
Walking up to Robs, his hands were shaking a little and he was death pale. Hair still covered his eyes and he still looked away from Robs until he spoke, his eyes actually becoming visible a little and paler than they usually were. The greyish blue was fading into a light grey kind of before taking a deep breath and letting it out as a sigh. I'm sor.... sorry. he said, choking in the middle of sorry. A few stray tears still ran down his cheeks, letting his head fall a little and the hair fall over his eyes. He knew what he did was wrong, but he had enjoyed it in a sexual way even if it was in the middle of class. He knew that since he was now suspended, he would never be able to go start his journey. He would never get to own the houndour that his dad promised him. He would never be allowed to leave his room and his room would be stripped of everything. The only thing he would have left would be a dresser, bed, nightstand, and a desk. The desk however wouldn't have a computer on it like it did before.
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Post by Robs on Oct 20, 2008 16:36:44 GMT -6
Is this a cuss, or just your heart?
[/color] No other rhythm while those flowers flowin' [/size][/color] I know you can stop its flow on a whim [/color][/size][/b]
OOC:// I had permission to powerplay Saylem.
IC:// "Too late... His dads already on his way to pick him up. He's suspended, this isn't the first time he's done this. The first time this year, but he did it to an older student after school and someone else in his class last year. He says its uncontrolable, but if he took that damned medication like he's supposed to, he wouldn't have done that." Robs silently nodded his head left and right, making eye contact, to show that he disagreed. It wasn't a threatening stare, but more like a "Please don't tick me off', stare. Robs's eyes narrowed; he had very strong feelings about medication. "No, sir, it IS uncontrollable. It's not his fault if he does not take his medication; and I do not blame him. Sure, it helps, but it blocks you from being who Arceus made you to truly be. If you're meant to be overly hyperactive and not able to control yourself, what our species seems to call ADHD, then it's not his fault he wants to remain the way he is."[/b] Robs was ready to defend this statement to the death, when suddenly, the door slammed open, as a shaggy, brown-haired man walked in, grabbing saylem by his thin wrists. Saylem gave a small squeak as he was tugged, and instantly, Robs guessed he was in a lot of trouble. I'm going to get your bag and stuff, apologize to him. He said, flinging the boy's wrist in the other direction, and storming out of the room. Sayelm approached Robs in a high pitched, squeaky voice, eyes watery, smeared with eyeliner, and pleading for forgiveness. "I'm sor.... sorry." He mumbled, barely being able to contain himself. why was he crying? Was his father abusive? Did he fear being beaten for doing such a thing to a fellow student? robs suddenly grabbed the boy by the hand, thrashing him in the other direction. Instantly, as robs ran over with him to the window, his muscles tensed. Adrenaline began to trickle into his bloodstream as his shaky hands met the window, opening the latch. It took the tiny boy more than just all of his strength to shove Saylem out the window, and then jump out himself. "Come on, Saylem."[/b] He beckoned with his hand, sprinting into the other direction. "I said, come on!! We have to get out of there! Hurry, if we go to Sandgem Town, we should make it there before they file reports, and we can escape after getting our first pokemon!!"[/b] [/size] So I [/color] Have [/color] Learned [/color] To [/color] SWIM . . .[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center][/b] |
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Post by saylem collin taylor on Oct 20, 2008 16:49:22 GMT -6
He listened to Robs speech about his medication and stuff. His throat getting raw from swallowing so many times. Robs was right though, he had ADHD... and he wanted to stay that way. The medication just made him tired and sleep all the time. He didn't want to sleep unless it was dark, when he got scared. Ever since he had a birthday party when he was younger, he had been terrified of clowns. His mom had ordered a clown to come for his birthday party, to make balloons and stuff and he got a little clown figure. He kept the clown in his room and that night, when he woke up to go to the bathroom, the clown had moved across the room. He put it on his desk and it had moved to his nightstand, staring at him. Saylem screamed and ran from his room and hid in the hallway, his dad coming out and checking to see what was wrong. Saylem was about thirteen or fourteen at this time, though with his ADHD, he acted like a ten year old. His dad tried to persuade him into bed again after taking the clown and putting it outside, locking all the doors and windows, but Saylem refused. Instead, he slept with his parents that night, hoping the clown wouldn't come back. Since then, he was afraid of clowns and the dark. He couldn't make it through the night without having a special Houndour stuffed pokemon. He needed that stuffed pokemon to sleep at night. It was his comfort item that his dad had bought him after his mom passed away. Everytime he was upset, mad, or hurt he had the stuffed pokemon with him, hugging it tightly and sometimes crying into its back.
He was a little confused after he had apologized to Robs, when he pulled him to the window and pushed him out. He froze where he was and watched Robs run off, shouting back at him. No... I can't go... I don't have my stuffed pokemon. he said, voice cracking a few times before falling to the ground. He sat, almost indian style, but his knees stuck out at the sides while the bottoms of his feet almost touched, there was about and inch inbetween. He needed his stuffed pokemon... he couldn't sleep without it.
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Post by Robs on Oct 21, 2008 17:28:34 GMT -6
Is this a cuss, or just your heart?
[/color] No other rhythm while those flowers flowin' [/size][/color] I know you can stop its flow on a whim [/color][/size][/b]
"No... I can't go... I don't have my stuffed pokemon."
Robs let out a loud moan; what was wrong with this kid? Well... he didn't have time to blame, as he sat down. Watching as the men charged at them, Robs sprinted back to him, short legs seeming to fly, as he was momentarily airborn. Robs let out a loud cry as he yanked Saylem harshly by the hand, instantly making him come to his feet. The boy soon began to drag him throughout the city, adrenaline beginning to really leak into his blood now. The boy huffed as he ran, not being able to continue much longer. Robs had amazing speed, however, the lack of stamina always brung him down. Gasping for air a few moments later, he began to slow down some, but continued his struggle to get away.
Then, there it was. Swerving to take a sharp right, the boy's muscles tensed, as he suddenly let out a loud cry, white sunlight making a perfect silhoutte on the ground as he leapt into the air, his body nearly being yanked down by the pull of gravity on Saylem's body. Suddenly, Robs nearly fell as he flew forward, but caught himself by continuing to run. Sinking into an alleyway near to the Global Trade Center, he suddenly aimed to jump a pale blue fence, that surrounded the city's borders. Clearing it with slight ease, he rolled on the ground in front of him for a few feet with Saylem, before rising to his feet again. Just a little further into the newly-found woods, and they could rest. Robby huffed intensely now, feeling a dizzy spell come to his head. Pausing where he was, as the dark maroon flash zoomed thoroughout his head, he suddenly clutched onto Saylem's arm, using it to keep himself up as he huffed, wrapping both arms around it in what seemed like a death grip. His legs and knees trembled, as adrenaline now flushed throughout his body, probably the only reason he was able to run for so long.
Finally regaining his balance after a few moments, Robby's spindly egs finally began to calm down, as he was now able to at least stand up without much support. Feeling throbbing come to his head, he walked as if he were at least somewhat drunk, but only because of his faint dizzy spell. Shaking his head free of the feeling, Robs put his hands on his knees, panting wildly, desperately trying to yawn, to hit that sweet spot in his lungs and regain precious amounts of lost air. "C-come on..."[/b] He beckoned, not being able to hear the adults anymore. Walking ahead of Saylem, he suddenly stopped. Was he... taking the role of the leader? N-no... that was impossible... not without his brother...
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Post by saylem collin taylor on Oct 21, 2008 19:29:53 GMT -6
Saylem yelped suddenly when his hand was grabbed, tripping almost as he was pulled quickly by the smaller boy. He heard the shouts behind them of someone running after them, but he was too afraid to turn, just in case his dad was there chasing him instead of a police man or something. He tried running with his eyes closed, but it didn't work. He stumbled a few times in this process, with his eyes closed, but when he opened them, everything appeared a little blurry. Using his free arm, he wiped his eyes free of tears and continued trying to run while Robs still held at his wrist.
What are you doing?. We're going to get arrested! he said, turning his head a little to see the people still farther back there, but Robs and saylem were slowing down. They're going to catch us! he thought, turning back around and continuing to run. He saw the forest ahead and hoped that the people following wouldn't see them go in there or someone walking around wouldn't tell them where they were. Finally, they made it into the forest and Saylem fell to his knees, clutching at his stomach to catch his breath. He fell onto his side then, curling into the fetal position with his arms wrapped around his stomach as he took long, deep breaths trying to catch it again. His face went from bright red to a pale white quickly and he sniffled, his nose running a little from all the running.
What... was that all... about? he asked, pausing for breaths in the middle. He didn't know where they were going, or why they were running. Why did you get me out of there? I was sexual harrassing you. he said, using the schools term for groping. He saw that Robs was walking off then, and stumbled to his knees then feet before following, walking a little faster so he could catch up to him. Where are we and where are we going? he asked, still breathing hard and slow. His face was still pale, but there was some pink color around his cheek bones. He looked down at Robs, still confused on why he had helped him.
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talking.
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