Post by levi alexander underwood. on Oct 23, 2009 19:46:24 GMT -5
YOU TREAT ME JUST LIKE ANOTHER
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[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]- - - "let me tell you something, you. four-lettered words are lame. yeah, yeah. you know why? because people always try to shorten the already short said name; and you get called lev, lee, veevee, -insert whatever you can come up with-. MY NAME IS LEVI AND YOU SHOULD CALL ME LEVI. i swear to god, i may just be a hufflepuff, but i won't hesitate to cut your head off like a slytherin would if you call me something else than this. i swear. like, really. ... okay, maybe not. but it'd be awful nice if you respected the fact that my name is FUCKING LEV―... right. okay. let's just get on with this."
- - - "... so that's how it works, huh? kinda like a dating... tape thingy. um, so. i'll start with the basics, since i'm running out of time and that's probably the only thing you'll remember. levi. eighteen years of age. a fucking seventh year hufflepuff - i know right? i hate it. i've always wanted to be a slytherin, even before mcgonagall put that ugly hat on my head. it's only in fifth year i learned mudbloods don't usually go there. that was... well, that was kinda hard, but hey, i don't care anymore. ugh, this is so boring. i'm giving you five more minutes. that okay with you? ... wait, don't answer that. i don't care."
- - - "oh, you're wondering where the accent's from? well, first off, it's not that bad. i hate it, yeah, but people don't, and that's all that matters. now, how i came to talk like this, isn't that complicated. see, technically, i'm australian, but my mum and i moved to england when i was about... oh, about seven? we went to live with her parents -my grandparents, yes, you goof- and they have this huge, this thick cockney accent. so what happens when australian and cockney accents meet? me. you have to admit, though, it's pretty sexy. it's mysterious. right? right. anyway, my dad's from canberra, and that's where he and my mom met. at a museum exposition, or something―i don't know. point is, they stumbled across each other on a friday night and spent the whole week-end in bed. my mum was twenty two at the time, she didn't know anything about love, so he... he was pretty much her whole life. they got married about two years after that, i think, or it may have been one -who cares- and i was born a few months later. everything was fine for the first seven years of my life; then i learned about henry."
- - - "mum thought for a long time henry was a woman. do you see where i'm going with this? ... ugh. my dad was really careful not to let mum know he was having an affair, but she found out anyway. he'd forgotten his cellphone on the kitchen table, and mum, being the stupid bitch she is, browsed through his sent messages. he hadn't registered her -him, i should say- as henry - there was just an h in the contact list. honestly, i don't blame him for cheating on her; i can barely stand her myself, which is, you know, kind of a big deal since i usually feel nothing for the people i'm around. BUT ANYWAY, FUCK. she hired someone to spy on dad and... well, discovered the truth. dad kept apologizing, saying he should've told her he was gay a long time ago but he couldn't because he didn't wanna hurt her feelings, but she would hear none of it. she packed her things and left."
- - - "why, yes, you. you're right. i am, to my mum, a thing. she never really wanted to be a mother - much less the mother of a guy like me. i've been trouble all my life, what can i say? i don't really blame her for being happy i'm not in her way ten months a year - i kinda hate her, too."
- - - "why? I TOLD YOU. she's a bitch who can't let go. she's still bitter about her divorce. which happened eleven fucking years ago. and, last summer, when i told her i was bisexual, it was like i'd done this just to remind her of him. what the hell, right? i still don't get it. but hey, she didn't try to kill me like she had with my father, so i consider myself lucky. ahem. my dad, you say? well, he's happy for me, i guess. i don't really speak to him anymore. probably thinks i'm as fucked up as his ex-wife. i told him about hogwarts, though. didn't believe me at all. so that may be why i don't like my dad that much. he's happy in australia with his artist boyfriend. it's kinda like we don't exist anymore, for him."
- - - "more about me? more about me... well, i dunno. guess you'll have to find out yourself. now, if you'll excuse me, the five minute's up and i have a life to live."
ohhai, my name is MATILDA and i'm FIFTEEN years old. i've been roleplaying for THREE-ISH? YEARS because i'm that awesome. you can reach me through PM. just in case you were wondering, the password is AVADA KEDAVRAAH.he, he, eric benjamin cole, had been kicked out of class for talking with the girl next to him. no biggie, had been his thought. boring conversation anyway―seeing his interlocutor was obviously awestruck whenever he spoke and could respond only in monosyllables. with a sigh, he'd rose from his chair, and given the teacher a sour look. he had a smug grin plastered on his face as he exited the crowded classroom, but the teacher wouldn't have it. calling it 'inappropriate behaviour toward a figure of authority', the bitch had summoned eric down here, at eight in the morning, on a saturday. and the worst in this was that he couldn't do a thing. humans, innocent humans everywhere kept him from ripping people's throat out, which greatly pissed him off, sometimes. not that all of them were oblivious to wch's most strange students, but the ratio was uneven. eric didn't see what knowing about different races could do to humans. it wasn't like they would try anything against them. he pondered on the subject for a few minutes, walking down the hallway that led to the detention room. oh, the dreaded place where you never knew what kind of people you might end up with, where you could never be too sure about what was going to happen. he just hoped he could sneak out and get the hell out of here as soon as whoever was looking after them would be distracted. which was unlikely, really, since there was nothing to be absorbed in in such a room as the one he was about to penetrate. the door had been left ajar; he pushed it open with one finger, sticking his head first to get a glance of what awaited him. what he saw was mostly dark shapes, that appeared to be frozen in time. three rows of desks neatly aligned occupied most of the space's room, the rest clustered with old items, older than him, he thought with a smirk.
he heaved a disheartened sigh, stepping in with casual indifference. not sparing a glance to the teacher sat at the front desk, eric analyzed his surroundings. "oh, well..." everything seemed better than being trapped in this half-lit, windowless space. the one or two neon lights, which were the only source of light, produced a constant humming―a sound he didn't especially like. were two enough to replace the natural light of the sun? certainly not. it gave the classroom a gloomy ambience, and this impression was enhanced by the stern face of the person in charge, and the indifference of the students who'd ended up here, along with him. oh, brother. spending time here would be extremely boring. the vampire couldn't quite see in the semi-darkness, but he smelt persia's odor as though there'd been nothing else around. he raised an eyebrow in surprise, his lips twitching in a smirk. what was a girl like her doing here? he didn't know her very well, but detention? must've been an accident, was the only plausible reason eric came up with. she must've been mistaken with the actual person who did it. hm. well, what had brought her here would remain a mystery to him, since he did not want to know. persia's blood was a pure delight. the girl herself, he could've lived without. he walked slowly past her, brushing her arm softly, and sat right behind her. the vampire looked around, smelling kade's odor; but he realized it emanated from persia. so they were more than friends, then? eric was honestly perplexed. he hadn't thought kade was that tolerant of humans, especially girly and childish. he rolled his eyes, as haley's so harmonious voice let out a string of cuss words in his mind. well, he wasn't in an any better position. sure, she wasn't like the young girl in front of him, but man, did she confuse eric. sometimes he felt she didn't care, sometime he felt loved. crazy, just... completely and utterly crazy.
seconds, minutes―hours? time seemed to have stopped. of course, no clock had been hung on the wall for the students to see how many time there was left to the 'torture.' that was all part of the plan, whatever the fuck that was. a plan for what, exactly? discouraging the kids to stop whatever they'd done to earn a detention? when would school learn punishments like these never worked?! half of the people in west county high had graduated more than once, so why prioritize school over... everything else fun in life? eric chewed on his bottom lip, eyes closed, bored as fuck. there needed to be something happening, like right now, otherwise he'd become rooted to his most uncomfortable chair. the teacher was reading some old book, probably found on one of the numerous tables around the three rows of desks. then eric had an idea, a very ingenious idea. he'd mastered the art of ventriloquy a long time ago, in australia, thanks to his useful ability of replicating anything perfectly having to see it once only. eric hesitated a moment or two, but his smirk did not fade. he perfectly mimicked a group of harsh, husky voices blabbering loudly about sex and parties, which sounded like they were coming from down the corridor. the teacher's head snapped up at the door, and in a matter of seconds he was out the door, looking for the invisible peace-troubling gang. eric jumped on his feet and ran to the door. slamming it shut, he locked it and smiled smugly to himself. what a good job he'd just done. now, the room was theirs, and he would not sit still for the next hour.
the vampire spun around and faced the little crowd with evident pleasure. "interesting. interesting people, " was all he mumbled, before returning to his seat. he waited for each and every one of them to come to life again and have some fun.
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