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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 17, 2017 3:46:34 GMT
Michael had been sitting in one of the chairs before the fireplace with a book open, idly reading to pass the time for it was rather quiet this day. So many people had left the school since summer came to an end, how they left was none of his business however. The rich blonde was currently wearing the school uniform, having just gotten back from classes really for his book bag was leaned against the chair, and his phone rested on his thigh. Occasionally he would glance over to it but his icy blue eyes would return to his current reading material. The Aurora Brigade was something he was mindful of, primarily because he was a member of such a disciplinary committee and the members were rather low at the moment.
He glanced towards his phone once more and sighed softly, setting his book facedown as he grabbed his phone to shoot a text off to Rishe, the founder of said brigade, to get a meeting set up so that they might have a way to enlist more followers. After that he set the phone down once more and picked up his book again, shifting slightly in his chair to get comfortable once more as his eyes moved over the words. However, it was then that a sharp pain erupted in his mind, causing a hiss of pain to escape the second year as his hands flew up to grab his head as he doubled over a little.
His eyes shut instantly and his teeth locked together as his fingers gripped at his hair. The pain was so intense that the blonde was quite unaware of anything, or anyone, else in the commons room, images flashing in his mind of things to come and things that may come. He didn't understand half of what he was 'seeing' though it felt almost like an eternity of that agony he had been in when it had only been a few moments. Upon this 'release' that had been given to him, Michael collapsed and nearly fell out of the chair he was sitting in. His hands trembled and a cold sweat had shown up across his forehead, his skin having paled a bit as if he had seen a ghost. His hands still gripped at his hair as he panted shakily, staring towards the floor.
Shaken. He was shaken from that experience. He hadn't felt like that from his Foresight ability in a long time. He could have sworn he had it under control! What had happened for it to suddenly react in such a manner to cause him pain. The last time that intense pain happened to him, he had been forced to rest in bed for at least a week. Gods he hoped that wasn't happening to him again, for that was the worst week of his life.
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Post by Kyou on Sept 17, 2017 17:41:14 GMT
 I will tell you lies, I'll crawl inside your mind, I'll steal your soul, I'll eat you wholeIt had been so boring around here with everyone leaving the way they did. But at the same time, it meant that he wasn't always stuck in the dorms. Every time Luka left him alone to go do... Whatever it was that that stupid idiot did.. He would sneak his way out of his room and wander through the halls, often whistling some sort of soft tune that drew the remaining students towards him, much to his own dismay. Though, it did make it a lot easier to mess with them all. A few of the remaining kids had already gone... "Missing" since the summer began. But hey, he had to eat didn't he? And here he was, wandering the halls again, starving, whistling, trying to draw someone near enough to him for him to gain control of them and beckon them into his chamber of darkness and demise. Instead, he was met with a sharp pain tearing through his head. How obnoxious that was. The dark haired male stumbled a bit, catching himself on the wall, slamming his other hand into his forehead. For a few moments he debated if it would be better just to repeatedly slam his head into the wall, but the pain soon subsided, leaving the brunette growling and in some sort of murderous rage. Whoever the fuck had just done that was definitely going to fucking pay. It didn't take him long to reach the common area, only to be met with a semi familiar face. Still, he calmed himself enough to make it seem like he was still his pansy better half as he made his way towards the blonde. How easy it would be to kill him right here, right now, in his state of weakness. But he would resist for now. At least until he found out what the hell that had been about. After all, with the way the blonde looked at that moment, he knew it had to have been him that did it. Or maybe he was simply affected by someone else, as he had been. But he doubted that for some reason. "Michael? A-are you.. A-alright?" Yes, that was right. Sound like the stupid one. Stutter like a god damned baby. He curled his arms up around his middle a bit, acting as anxious as Akira would in such a situation. It wasn't like it was hard to pull off. "Y-you don't... L-look too good.." Grab hold of your eyes, I will make you mine
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 17, 2017 18:58:07 GMT
The blonde closed his eyes for a few moments upon hearing that voice, soon pushing himself up and lowering his hands from his head. His hands still shook but he did his best to hide that as he looked towards the brunette that stood there. "Akira..? Uh, y-yeah I'm okay... It's fine..." He managed out, shaking his head a little. He shifted in his seat a little, debating on trying to get up or not before he just sighed and lifted a hand to rub his head as he closed his eyes once more. "Did you need anything?" He asked the brunette, unknowing of who it currently was actually. Those images...just what were they? What did they entail? A soft groan escaped the blonde before he opened his eyes and lowered his hand, a slight frown tugging at his lips. He then reached for his fallen book carefully, grabbing it and slowly leaning back in his seat. "Don't worry, I'll be okay. I just need a little bit of time to recover. My Foresight just got out of hand a little is all." He explained to him, glancing over to the boy as he carefully observed him. He was quiet for a few moments as he dropped a hand to where his phone was, wrapping his fingers around it but not making any move to do anything with it yet. "You're not normally out without Luka..." He mused, trailing off as he kept his eyes on the brunette for the time being. Why was he out here without Luka anyway? [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster] |
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Post by Kyou on Sept 17, 2017 20:49:59 GMT
I will tell you lies, I'll crawl inside your mind, I'll steal your soul, I'll eat you wholeA bit of feigned concern crossed over his face as he crouched down near the chair, watching the blonde pick up his book and explain away his power. His head tilted a bit to the side before he put his arms up on the arm of the chair, choosing to rest his chin on them. "Oh.. I just get.. A little.. Umm.. Bored.. Is all.. L-Luka.. He doesn't want me.. O-out but.. W-Well.. There's.. Th-there's no one here... S-So I.. I figured it.. It might be o-okay.." Well, Akira had gone roaming the halls on his own a few times, for the exact reason that the damn place was empty. "B-but I felt you.. In.. In so much.. Pain.. I.. I just wanted to make sure that... That you were o-okay.." Damn, was he good at this acting thing or what? Of course he could feel the skepticism from the other male. The tiny little itch of doubt. Caution. He supposed, perhaps, that he just had that sort of effect on people. Still, he let his eyes look over the blonde. Too scrawny perhaps. "B-besides.. Luka has been so.. Busy... He's almost never in our room anymore... It's so... Lonely... I don't like it.." A small pout crossed his lips, and his voice even cracked a little, were those fake tears at the edges of his eyes? "I don't.. want to be alone..." Grab hold of your eyes, I will make you mine
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 17, 2017 22:33:58 GMT
Michael glanced over at Akira as he had crouched down beside the chair and rested his arms on the arm of the chair, his chin resting on his arms. He as quiet as he listened to his stuttering words, sighing a little as he tilted his head to the side a little. "Do you want me to come keep you company then?" He asked him, pushing himself up to stand. He moved to grab his book bag and set it on the chair briefly, opening it up to put the book inside of it. He then put his phone in his pocket and turned to face the brunette. "Okay, want some strawberries before we go back to your room?" He asked him, holding the book bag by its handles. "I can go get some fresh strawberries for you and meet you back at the room if you'd want. Or we can go up to my dorm and watch some shows. I think I've got some strawberry treats in my fridge." Michael spoke up, beginning to head towards the entryway to head towards the dormitories. He was a little slower than usual, but that was due to him still recovering from that pain that had practically exploded in his mind. Everything seemed to spin for him but he did his best to look fine as he just began to lead the way towards where they'd go. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster] |
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Post by Kyou on Sept 18, 2017 17:27:59 GMT
I will tell you lies, I'll crawl inside your mind, I'll steal your soul, I'll eat you whole"I... I suppose.. P-perhaps.. Y-your room would be... better.. At least there you would be more... comfortable there..." Besides that, he didn't want any god damn strawberries. He wanted meat, fresh meat. And he couldn't possibly bring the other male back into Luka's room if he planned to kill him. Too much of a mess. He doubted that he would ever be able to clean it all up before the boy got back from whatever it was that he was doing. So for now, he would just trail along behind the blonde as they made their way upstairs to the more extravagant dorms. "You don't look so good.. Maybe you should go lie down or... something.." Good. Maybe he could make this all worse. Maybe the blonde would be out of sorts enough to be easy prey. But he knew he couldn't rely on that alone. After all, it wasn't like he wanted to get shot or something. Grab hold of your eyes, I will make you mine
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 19, 2017 20:03:07 GMT
Michael led the way up to his dorm room, his head still hurting quite a bit, and took a few moments to open the door to his dorm. Once it was open he moved inside and then glanced towards the brunette as he spoke, suggesting that he lay down. He shrugged a little, rubbing a hand against his forehead as he walked over to the couch. "Yeah maybe...but I don't want you to feel alone if that's why we're up here. It'd be rude of me anyway." He told him, grabbing the remote to turn his tv on so that the boy could watch something to keep him entertained. Once he was done with that he pulled out his phone to send a quick text to his boyfriend, letting him know where he was, and then began to walk towards his room. "I'll be right back, Akira. Just going to change into some casual clothing." He informed him as he entered his room to change his clothes. The blonde cracked the door behind him and then walked over to his dresser as he unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed his phone onto his bed as he slipped his shirt off, rolling his shoulders back a few times to loosen the muscles there. He carefully folded his shirt and placed it in the dresser before he pulled out another shirt, about to pull it on over his head. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster] |
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Post by Kyou on Sept 19, 2017 21:24:36 GMT
I will tell you lies, I'll crawl inside your mind, I'll steal your soul, I'll eat you wholeAs soon as Michael turned away, he let his expression fall back into it's usual... Scowl of sorts. Michael went off towards his room, leaving the door cracked behind him. This was it. This was his chance, it had to be. Gods, he could almost feel the hunger raging in his stomach. Quietly he stalked towards the door, it was easy enough to stay silent on all of this padded carpeting. Carefully he made his way into the room, watching the blonde go to pull a new shirt on over his head. It was then that he grabbed him, wrapping that shirt around the blonde's arms to pin him back. It wasn't like it was too terribly hard to pin the blonde to the ground, keeping his arms wrapped in his shirt above his head. All he really needed to do was pick up the blonde's head and bash it a few times on the floor and he should be fairly disoriented right? Grab hold of your eyes, I will make you mine
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 20, 2017 3:28:26 GMT
A sound of surprise escaped the blonde at suddenly being grabbed and pinned to the ground, his arms wrapped in his shirt that he had been in the process of pulling over his head. He widened his eyes as he looked up at the brunette, completely caught off guard by his actions. "A-Akira? What the fuck!" He snapped a bit, suddenly glaring at him before he began to struggle as much as he could. It took a few moments, as well as a well-placed knee to the boy to get him to loosen his grip a little, but Michael eventually freed himself enough to grab his handgun that was in its holster on him. He pulled it out and clicked the safety off, quickly moving to bash it against the brunette's head before he took aim at his leg and pulled the trigger. The blonde took that moment to scramble away, leaving his shirt on the floor as he hurried towards his bed to get to his phone. Fuck! Just fuck! What the fuck was wrong with that brunette?! He grabbed his phone and quickly crawled onto his bed and over to the other side to put his bed between himself and the brunette as he hurried and dialed the emergency number for the police to let them know he was being attacked by a maniac. After a few moments he quickly shifted gears to call his boyfriend, keeping the gun aimed at the brunette for the time being. "Amos! Amos fuck! Wherever you are get that fucking catboy and security up to my dorm! AND YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING PSYCHO OR I'LL FUCKING SHOOT YOU AGAIN!" [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster] |
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Post by Kyou on Sept 20, 2017 18:52:52 GMT
I will tell you lies, I'll crawl inside your mind, I'll steal your soul, I'll eat you whole"Oh come on now. That was a bit of an over-reaction, don't you think?" Of course, it had been more than easy enough to play with the blonde's head. Illusions and telekinetic forces to shove him around a little. The brunette stood by the door, leaning against the frame a bit, his arms crossed over his chest. But there was definitely something... Different.. About him. Maybe it was the crimson in his eyes, or maybe it was the confident way that he carried himself, or perhaps it was even the fact that he seemed to have just something truly dark about him. Either way, he was definitely not the shy, scared, awkward brunette that the blonde was used to. He didn't bother taking another step, just listening to the blonde yell at his phone that he was being accused of attacking the poor blonde. A small scoff left him at the thought. "By the time they get here, there will be nothing to find. Nothing left of you but a poor, shattered soul. If even that anymore." Kyou finally pushed himself away from the doorway and stalked a bit towards the blonde. Michael could shoot at him if he wished, but was this real? Or was it another illusion? "Maybe you should look at yourself before you pull that trigger hmm? Wouldn't want to further stain that pretty skin of yours now would you?" Of course the shot to Michael's own leg was probably an illusion as well, but really, who could tell these days? Just about then, the room fell into darkness, as if all of the light was just sucked away. It almost felt as if the air grew stagnant, harder to breathe in. Everything so enclosed and suffocating. Inside of it, whispers made their way to his ears, swirling around him, traveling from place to place. "Tell me, child. How would you like to die?" Grab hold of your eyes, I will make you mine
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 21, 2017 23:32:22 GMT
Michael jerked his head towards the doorway where the brunette was, extremely baffled and uneasy as the brunette spoke and moved away from the doorway. Check himself first? The blonde warily looked down until he saw his leg bleeding as if he had been shot. He dropped his phone and gun as he stumbled back and fell right on his ass, a yell of pain escaping the blonde as his hands flew to grab his leg where this fiery pain erupted. Blood flowed from the wound and gathered up on the floor, staining the carpet no doubt. There was perhaps no doubt that Amos would be hearing everything going on as well due to his phone not turning off just yet. Though just about then the room fell into darkness, light vanishing and leaving him blind due to, well, the darkness in there. He panted quickly as he tried to look around but it was all in vain unfortunately, his chest felt like it was tightening, making it harder to breathe. The whispers that moved about him did not help in calming down, especially when the newest voice asked him just how he'd like to die. "Stay the fuck away from me! What the fuck are you?!" He yelled into the darkness, gasping as he collapsed to his side and continued to clutch at his injured leg the best he could. He tried to use his powers to manipulate the darkness, which he mainly thought was merely shadows, however even he wasn't sure if he could even do anything about it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster] |
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Post by Kyou on Sept 26, 2017 1:54:47 GMT
I will tell you lies, I'll crawl inside your mind, I'll steal your soul, I'll eat you wholeSuch a mouth on this one. The brunette easily approached the poor freaked out boy, crouching down beside him and running a finger along his cheek. Of course, he doubted that the blonde would even be able to see him, despite how close he was. A smirk crossed his face. Gods, this was just too easy. Breaking his mind seemed easier than anything he had ever come across before. He could almost taste the fear. Gods it was so heavenly. It wasn't exactly difficult to string the blonde up, wrapping his wrists, ankles, waist, and neck in his usual magic tendrils. He would squeeze rather tightly and pull the boy's limbs apart, pulling him up into the air. "You going to behave yourself? Or are you going to shoot yourself again?" Not that it mattered either way. The scent of his blood was rather decent. Nobility always tasted cleaner than the poorer folk. With that thought, he slammed the blonde into the wall, keeping him strung up to it. He let the darkness start to clear as he moved towards him again, resting a hand on the side of Michael's face, tipping his own head just slightly to the side. "Tell me... What is it that you fear so much? What is it that weighs you down?" Not that it mattered. It wasn't like he had any real intention of letting the blonde walk away from this, not in one piece anyways. Grab hold of your eyes, I will make you mine
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Sept 28, 2017 19:02:40 GMT
Michael flinched at the feeling of the finger running along his cheek, trying to lash out at the brunette. He tried to get away but a sound of pain escaped the blonde when something, or rather multiple things, wrapped around his wrists, ankles, waist, and neck. He gasped as the things squeezed rather tightly and pulled his limbs apart a bit, a strained noise of pain escaping him as he tried to struggle but had no luck in that obviously. He did not respond to his words, his gun on the floor due to being strung up as he was currently. He gasped in a painful manner when he was slammed into the wall, trembling a bit as he tried to keep conscious. He felt as though the room was spinning, his heart racing a bit more than it already was when the darkness around them began to clear. He tried to jerk his head away when the hand rested on the side of his face, unable to hide the trembling as he listened to his questions. "F-fuck off..." He attempted to growl out, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving in to his fear despite how thrown off and scared he already was. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster] |
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