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Post by Vincent Merchant on Jun 4, 2010 14:37:21 GMT -6
Shaking, Vincent slammed the door to the only unisex bathroom in the school shut and took a shaky breath. He blinked his eyes, trying to clear away the tears as he slumped his way over to a stall. He all but collapsed down onto the toilet and pulled a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket. Pulling one out, he lit it and took a long drag.
"I'm breathing slowly, like you said to do when you had lost control," Vincent spoke quietly to the empty bathroom, the cigarette dangling from his mouth and his palms pressed together, pointing upwards. He closed his eyes and took deep, slows breaths between drags.
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Post by *Violet Storm on Jun 7, 2010 17:08:06 GMT -6
Violet walked slowly through the hallways singing softly to herself in an attempt to drown out the cruel words of her fellow students that were playing like a broken record in her mind. The soft sound of her shuffling footsteps echoed through the halls, making them sound like drumbeats. Her heart beat slowly in time wit the sound, as did the slow breaths she took. Her skirt rustled about with the movement of her legs, the colors swirling about through the blur of her misty blue eyes. Crying made her eyes look a brilliant blue, somewhat like a wolf, and they shone with the intensity of her emotions. Her head jerked up as she heard a door slam. looking around she realized it had been the door to the unisex bathroom near the library. Slowly, she made her way toward it. Reaching out her hand, which slowly curled into a fist, she knocked gently on the door. A soft rapping sound echoed inside. She thought she could hear heavy breathing. She quietly called out. "Hello?"
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Post by Vincent Merchant on Jun 7, 2010 17:30:29 GMT -6
Vincent looked up as he heard a knock on the door. He reached out and locked the stall door. He concentrated as he whirled his hand, using a little magic to vent the smoke from his cigarette back to around him, making a little smoke cloud. He took a few more quick drags and threw the cigarette into the toilet, making the smoke cloud follow. He flushed it all down together, slightly pouty at not being able to finish his cigarette.
Unlocking the stall door, he made his way for the main door and froze as he caught sight of his reflection. His hair was messy and unkempt looking, his face pale and his eyes puffy. He gripped the counter as he leaned in close the mirror, his forehead against it and his eyes shut, a shaky sigh escaping it. "Who is it?" Vincent called out, trying to keep his voice calm. He turned to face the door, a hand behind his back slowly coiling into a fist, filling itself full of magic to throw if it was one of those idiot jocks.
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Post by *Violet Storm on Jun 12, 2010 22:55:11 GMT -6
Violet recognized the voice if Vincent. "It's Vi. Are you ok? I'm coming in." She slowly pushed open the door. Her heart ached for him the instant she saw him. He'd been crying, hard. His eyes were puffy and red, he looked quite disheveled, and his lips were chapped and red. She guessed he had been smoking, that combined with the heavy breathing of smoking would probably be why his lips looked the way they did. Either way, something had him very upset. But she knew she could not, and would not pry it out of him. She would wait and comfort him, and he would tell her if he wanted to. "Vincent," She said softly "Do you need anything?" She had almost said 'Are you ok?' Which would have been the dumbest question ever, but seemed to be the one everyone asked.
She stood there for a moment, then sat on the counter next to the sink. The bathroom was exceedingly generic. A basic tile pattern, stalls in a color that corresponded to the horrid color scheme of the room, a counter with two inset sinks in front of two small mirrors, two hand dryers, a row of urinals, and graffiti everywhere. The place smelled strongly of cleaner masking the scent of urine. It was a horrid place, but quiet and secluded. Under the circumstances she could understand his choosing of such a place.
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Post by Vincent Merchant on Jun 12, 2010 23:52:12 GMT -6
Vincent sighed with relief when he saw Vi. He opened his hand and let the energy flow out. By accident, it shot down to the floor, shattering a few tiles behind him. He took a shaky breath and climbed up onto the counter, avoiding falling into the sink. He gave a small shrug and kept his eyes on the floor."Some kids in this school are beyond words." Vincent whispered to Vi.
Climbing off the counter, Vincent scrambled under the counter and pulled out his messenger bag. Shuffling through it, Vincent pulled out a green apple and looked up at Vi shyly. "Would you like one?" He brought his to his mouth and breathed on it and used his sleeve to wipe the condensation off.
He thought back onto what had happened and shuddered. He closed his eyes and took a bite of his apple, letting two tears leak from the corners of his eyes. " Last night,"Vincent began quietly with his little quiet voice,"Some guys broke into my house. They didn't take anything, they got in through my room and didn't enter the rest of the house. They were drunk, you could smell the foul stench just rolling off them,"Vincent wrinkled his nose and sat quietly for a few moments." They bound and gagged me and made me watch as they trashed my room. It was dark and most of them had their faces covered so I couldn't tell who they were. I was too frightened and disorientated to do anything." Vincent didn't want to say he was too messed up to use magic. He took another small bite of his apple before continuing." They beat me up and left me tied up on my bed. After I had calmed down, I managed to get untied and got to work fixing my room. I covered up most the bruises so my parents don't know anything happened. Then I came across these."Vincent reached back into his bag and pulled out a few wallets."Some of the idiots dropped their wallets. They have their school identification cards and drivers licenses in most so I know who was behind it. But even if I didn't, I can tell when I walk through the halls. Seeing the jocks and cheerleaders snickering more then usual shows that most people know." Absentmindedly, Vincent had begun to squeeze the apple, little holes where his fingers broke through, the sweet juice dripping down his fingers and onto the broke tiles.
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