Highschool Roleplay

Villanelle · Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 11:19 pm Post subject:

Mace sat in bewildered silence as time ticked away from him, feeling Andersen leave him, and then fall to the floor again, before getting up, staggering to a chair, and plopping himself down on it. His saucer-plate eyes, red face, and generally troubled expression told Mace all; he wasn't expecting that kiss in the least, especially not one so heated, and from another guy, to boot.
Mace touched his swollen lips, which still tingled well in essence to the intimacy he had stolen from Andersen. The idea passed through his mind regrettably, that he had done the wrong thing yet again, the he had been to hasty in judgment and actions. How was he to know Micah had those sort of feelings anyway? The answer was, he hadn't known. He had acted too quick on foolish desires, but then again, so had Micah. He kissed back, and the way he had cried... That was all that really mattered to Mace, so was it even possible to have mistaken it all for something else?

The phone rang while Mace was still quietly interrogating himself, looking off to nothing in particular with pensive features. It was the sound of Micah's phone signaling the end of a conversation that mildly woke him up, and he decided then to get up off the floor then, before he made himself even more of an ass.
Hoisting himself up by support of a table, he huffed out a few breaths at a meager pace, still physically humid, tranced, and overall sick with fever. He sat down in a chair beside him. The material of his cotton dress shirt trapped in most of his body heat did not help at all, and he would have taken off this piece of clothing, if not for the current sexual tension between him and Micah.
Just then, Micah's voice rang out in a gut-wrenching frustrated cuss- or several, which for Mace was completely unexpected, causing him to jolt visibly in his seat as if shocked, and immediately he was fully alert. Having been locked in his own thought process, he had pointedly missed the conversation between Micah and his editor, and now looked at Micah in disbelief, trying to interpret his run on speech as best he could.

Illustrations...? Oh.

It came to Mace that he had agreed to so-call "model" for the young artist, and he nodded automatically to confirm this, without realizing the gesture. Reactively felt nauseas to the very idea. He hadn't ever thought of himself as something worth capturing, having nothing to compare to the many chiseled man shapes of sculptures and paintings that were often seen in art museums. The only thing which kept him in shape and active was Bianca's love for tennis, which he was often dragged in to play whenever the routine arose. But modeling was a whole new subject to him than a simple sport. Having a more intellect than creative mind was what made Mace absolutely clueless to the kind of thinking put into masterpieces. He knew it couldn't all be just to sit there and look pretty as the expert did his work, he had present something worth preserving in an image, and Mace held no confidence in himself in that aspect.

But studying the total dismay in Micah, he could see the boy grabbing at straws for something positive, Mace had a clue he would need to pull off whatever cerebration it took in order to model. Just how exactly Micah expected him model... Well, Mace decided not to settle his brain on that, for now.
Patiently waiting for Micah to finish running his mouth, Mace offered him a small, but charismatic smile, nodding more surely now.

"... Yeah, of course I will." He confirmed as the question of modeling occurred, and then drifted his attention to a carton of food.
Mace couldn't remember the last he had eaten a full meal, and although his stomach rumbled hungrily at the sight of an open dinner, he had no real craving for it.

Nevertheless, in response to Micah's second question, he put his hand on the wrapper of a fortune cookie, he opened it an took apart the tiny dessert, forcing himself to eat that. The slip of paper foretelling his future that had been kept inside of his snack now laid discarded on the table, with no care on Mace's part to actually read it.

Akis · Haunt Joined: 11 Mar 2008 Posts: 78 Location: everywhere

(( I like where this is going. ' x ' Since when do cellphones have receivers? ))
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Villanelle · Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 11:35 pm Post subject:

((... Whoops again. XD; ))

Lucifiel · Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 12:19 am Post subject:

Micah glanced at Mace in between mouthfuls of noodles and chicken. He was really intrigued by the aspect of Mace’s eyes. Sharp, yet somewhat sad and far away, there was a certain feeling of emptiness behind them. He stretched out his hand and cleared a few strands of hair that slid over them and tilted his head, staring directly into them.

“Whoa… you could really get lost in these…” he murmured. Noticing Mace’s surprised expression, he withdrew his hand hurriedly and apologized “Oh sorry! I.. I didn’t mean it in a … aaa … yeah…” he closed his mouth with a clap and buried his head in the carton, slurping noisily on the noodles.

Yet, there was something slightly wrong with those eyes. He raised his head hurriedly and stared for a few more seconds, realizing what had bothered him. The watery shine made them look as though they were blue, molten sky. He put his hand on Mace’s forehead and after a couple of seconds exclaimed “You have a fever! You’re burning up! Well, no wonder… with those injuries and all. When we’re done eating you’re getting into bed and I’ll make you some tea.” He declared, no room for comments.

A couple of minutes after, he threw the empty cartons in the trash and cleared the table. Returning to the door to retrieve Mace’s bag, he led him upstairs to his room.

“I’ll go to the kitchen to put some water to boil and make tea. In the meantime you should change and get into bed. Don’t worry. I’ll be working at my desk so if you need anything, all you need to do is ask.” At that moment, his phone rang again.

“Andersen, I have some bad news for you.” Mister Pruit’s voice resonated on the other end. “The client changed their mind and they won’t add more illustrations in the book. So they’ll just commission the cover. I’m really sorry to have made you work in vain. Send me the cover tomorrow, ok?”

Micah felt as though a huge stone had been lifted off his chest. He couldn’t believe his luck. It was maybe the first time in his life he was glad a client withdrew an offer. Sure, he had to deliver the cover by tomorrow but at least now it was manageable.

He smiled widely at Mace. “Great! Now I’ll have a lot more time to work on your painting! It’s gonna come out great! I can’t wait! I’ll go down now… make sure you change and get into bed! These kind of fevers are not to be messed with…” his voice trailed off as he ran downstairs.

Coming back up, he laid tray with medicine, a pitcher of tea, a cup, honey jar and tea spoon on the night stand. Rummaging under the desk, he found a pair of shorts, one of the many he wore around the house even in winter time, which made his mom roll her eyes all the time she saw him. “When you have a fever, the best thing to drink is tea…” he babbled, hopping in one foot, trying to pull the baggy shorts up.

((iss okay... there.. Micah is not that busy anymore and can take really good care of Mace now X3 ))
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WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(LAWLZ Zander chased after him.)

Mihele didn't spare him a glance, sipping from his drink idily as he turned a corner. He he didn't walk fast or try to avoid Zander, rather, he replied to him.
"Mihele Miuhre," he said. "What's required. Dimtry Liss and Sergey Nikiforovich Vasilenko. Will my pinky bone do?" He held up a hand, pinky extended while his other hand kept his drink in a lasp hold near his thigh. He had pronounced the Russian names perfectly, perhaps hinting that he was a fan of the now almost third world country.

Lucifiel · Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 10:33 pm Post subject:

((la dee da... where is everybody? And does anyone know what happened with Lewis and Ari? lol those two are really having fun))
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Villanelle · Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 10:37 pm Post subject:

(( Idk, but I'm starting to miss everyone. ;'( Both Boww and Akis owe me a reply, I guess.

Though what we have right now is going fairly well. :B I'll post again later today. ))

Lucifiel · Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 10:39 pm Post subject:

((yaaay! I <3 you! XD Boww owes me a reply as well... I hope she'll answer soon. and I hope my post will get less narrative and delve more into my characters' minds and feelings))
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Akis · Haunt Joined: 11 Mar 2008 Posts: 78 Location: everywhere

(( Ahm.. I didn't want to rush into things. I was waiting for Adaline to answer Jovan's question... I could post if you want me to. ;;; ))
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badger · Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 9:03 am Post subject:

[I'm just waiting for stuff to develop, everyone is kind of split up at the moment.]

Lucifiel · Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 7:49 pm Post subject:

(( so.. the ones that need to post are either Boww-chan, Vill-chan, Warning, Felicia or Jinx... I think...))
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Villanelle · Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 10:16 pm Post subject:

Lucifiel · Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 11:59 pm Post subject:

((hurrah for long posts XD))

The sound of the running shower was echoing all the way to Micah's room. He listened to the point it created a feeling of dampness and slight depression.

Micah sat at his desk, grabbing his head in his hands. The situation he was in was slightly too complicated to be thought of in a brisk manner. He was the type of person that, in solitude or piece of mind, liked to analyze situations and thoughts. Turning them on every possible side and inside out would always give him a clearer view and made him deal with things slightly detached. But when he didn't have time to ponder on things, he would just go with his instincts and not seldom this led him into trouble. He didn't regret anything though. Everything could be an experience, be it bad or good. Brooding over things in the past didn't do anything but merely slow him down. Things that were and couldn't be undone were there to learn out of. And everything that will be... well... he was determined to take everything that might come head on, no matter the odds. Always looking ahead.

The current situation however also required some considering. There were so many unknowns that had suddenly stumbled in his life. It came to him early in his life that he attracted weird people like flies. All his friends might be considered more or less misfits by others but Micah didn't really care. He treated each and every one in the same manner, slightly more intense at times. His caring personality was also what had attracted his previous girlfriends and the slight detachment was what drove them away. They were still friends and had settled for this kind of relation, certain that he, if not willing, wouldn't offer more attention.

But Mace was different. He was the only person Micah despised and was utterly intrigued by at the same time. Mace was the only one who would make him feel bad he had led such a detached life.

He despised the boy because he considered him a coward. Because Mace had a hard time moving on when it was clearly the only path he could take. It didn't matter who he murdered. Death always brings pain to people, one way or the other. It hurts some and it can make others jubilate. It can bring deliverance to some and entrapment to others. Death changes people. Then again, anything could. And another fact about death was that no matter what, it couldn't be undone. Sometimes there was a reason for death and sometimes there wasn't.

He wasn't aware of the situation in which, whatever it was, happened. It could have been a coincidence... It could have been an accident... It could have been premeditated. He didn't know and he didn't care. All he knew was that Mace chose the cowardly way of brooding over it and willowing in his own misery instead of rising his head and dealing with it. He chose to wish to self destruct instead of having the courage to live his life, however painful it might be.

Micah couldn't put himself in Mace's shoes and knew it was highly unlikely he would ever experience what the other boy had. He knew that he couldn't impose his beliefs on Mace and seemingly, this made him angry.

Because someway, he found himself fascinated with the boy. What was it about him that made Mace so... unbearable to let go. And those eyes... he had never seen anything like them. They were so dark and deep it, they almost drew him in them. He felt he could drown himself in those blue pools. And they could shine so brightly, he was sure of it. He didn't know if they ever would but he was certain they could fill to the brim with bright sparks. It was all up to Mace and, in one way, for the first time, Micah felt inclined to try and change someone.

Because also, Mace was the first person to make him experience such a closeness, naturalness and desire during a kiss. A kiss had always been just a kiss for him. Never in his past life had it been such a frightfully involving act. Never in his life did it seem to want to watch someone, to trace all the curves and lines of his body with his gaze and touch.

"What are you doing, Micah?" he muttered to himself, sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck. Widening his eyes, he turned his head to the door. Just how long had Mace been in the bathroom?

A bad feeling overcoming him, he ran to the bathroom and opened the door in a rush. Behind the shower cabin walls, Mace's silhouette was nowhere in sight. "Oh god..." Micah muttered and rushed to slide open the door. It was slightly jammed and needed to be raised a bit to open.

"Are you insane?! What are you trying to do, kill yourself?!" he yelled at Mace who was shivering furiously in the tub, half unconscious. Bending over the bath tub, he pulled Mace's arms until he got him sitting, slided to his side and put his arms around Mace's chest, dragging him out of the tub. The boy's wet back dampened his shirt while his hair made drops of water run down his cheeks and neck.

Micah pulled a towel and started drying the other boy's skin, rubbing fiercely to get some proper circulation back into his body. Half carrying, half dragging, he led Mace to the bed.

Filling a mug of hot tea, he made Mace drink it all, along with some medicine, supporting his head with his shoulder. "We have to stabilize your body temperature, damn it..." Micah wrapped Mace in the cover and stood up. He ran to the shower to close the water and returned, tugging on his t-shirt to get rid of the now wet clothes. Not being able to find another, he just settled for a new pair of shorts and took a hair dryer.

"I know this might be uncomfortable but please bear with it. It beats a pneumonia..." he whispered to the half unconscious Mace as he turned the drier on and ran his fingers through his hair, caressing it gently.

The hair dry, he forced another glass of tea down the shivering boy's throat. With the dexterity of a nurse, he unraveled the cover, and pulled Mace's drawers over his knees, dressing him up. A t-shirt followed.

"We can't afford anymore sudden chills or you'll end up in the hospital for sure. Just sleep and sweat it off" Micah whispered into his ear, wrapping his arms along with the cover, and laying on the bed beside him.

((I'm not kidding about the sweat. It's the natural way of cooling the body and quite frankly, it's what I always do when I have a fever. Lots of warm honey tea and bed rest... and a bunch change of clothes Razz

It never failed me ^^"
About Micah... he's a bit brash and kinda straight-forward but I like him this way ^^"
Oh... and at first.. I wanted him to slip naked into bed next to mace but decided it was overdoing it a bit ^^" late night does that to people ))
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Akis · Haunt Joined: 11 Mar 2008 Posts: 78 Location: everywhere

(( No it doesn't over do it! Body heat warmin is best way to handle fevers, yes! I have to go... there's something over.. there... it's too dark to see what... hmmm... ))
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Lucifiel · Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 10:38 pm Post subject:

((somehow Micah ended up in bad with Mace... again... <.< ^^" Teehee... ahem))
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