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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 28, 2017 22:27:36 GMT
Michael lowered his hand and clenched it as he glared at Alistair, listening to the words that were then said. A 'tch' escaped him at the freak's words of feigning interest in Amos' hands when video evidence was brought up. "Yeah, because you totally weren't offering him sex right in front of me." He snapped slightly at Alistair, having to force himself to bite his tongue when the freak's mother spoke up. His cold eyes moved over to the principal as she pulled out papers and explained what could happen. His temper seemed to cool slightly as the restraining orders were brought up, glad that was put into place actually. He could care less if there was one against him from the freak there, he'd rather not have to see him. He then moved to go sign the paper for his temporary expulsion before he lost his temper once more, his parents also signing as well as they exchanged a few words in Romanian to one another quietly over the matter. However, at mention of his weapon he scoffed and turned to face her fully. "Well excuse fucking me. If I don't recall I've special rights to carry here. Since this school does such a horrible job on protection and all." He snapped slightly, his brother merely crossing his arms with a mere nod of his head. "There should be documents in my file indicating of that!" He added as he waved his left hand in the air a little. "And it's not like I'm the only fucking person to be armed here." He spoke as he then pointed behind him towards the door. He lowered his hand and glanced towards Alistair, throwing him another look before looking back to the principal. "And I've got the proper paperwork for it too. But you know what, fuck this. I claim fucking self-defense for firing that gun at his leg." And with that he turned away, attempting to grab Amos' wrist to drag him out of the office with him. Though whether or not he came, Michael stormed out of there with a few guards following. Michael's father shook his head and stood along with his wife. "Boys will be boys... Even more so as teens." He spoke, soon moving over to shake hands with Alistair's father. "Why don't we four go out to lunch, hm? Besides, before you know it our two boys just might become the best of friends before long!" He suggested, his wife having joined him to offer Alistair's mother a few words of apology as well as agreeing with the outing. However, Michael's brother hung back as he kept an eye on the albino and as his parents worked to smooth things out further with the other boy's parents. Gods, were they good like that... Both of his parents having such a way with words, it was remarkable! Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 28, 2017 22:52:20 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] "If I recall, your handgun must not be loaded and is to be used as a threat only on school premises. You violated both of those special ordinances." the principal did indeed stand to retrieve his file and pointed out said stated clause. "And I don't exactly know how it does a terrible job of protection. No students have died or have been seriously injured. Which, for hormonal teenagers with unimaginable powers, seems pretty safe to me."
Michael continued his little rant and eventually went over to grab at Amos's wrist, but he pulled his wrist away from him and crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn't going to go with the kid while he was behaving like one. Besides, he had other shit to sort out.
Alistair smiled charmingly at the boy's parents as they moved over to sort things out with his own. Of course his parents agreed, as soon as they got their son back to resting in his room, they would be delighted to go out for lunch with the other two, wanting to avoid as much conflict as possible.
It didn't take much longer for them to clear out of the office, whether or not Michael's brother lingered behind or went with his parents, Amos still sat with the principal. "You know it's bullshit right? Tch. I mean hell. Your little lapdog threatens the life of your son on a regular basis."
"And he has such a wonderful protector in you. Now. Speaking of... He wishes to become your benefactor so that you can remain here. As much as I would like to deny his request, there is no legal reason to do so." She made a soft sighing noise. "For now you will remain expelled until all of this has blown over. Your student cards and IDs will no longer work, however, I'm sure something can be arranged for you to remain in your dorm. But you are also on probationary status. No sneaking off campus, no getting into fights, you stay around and keep your head down. I'm sure my sad excuse for a son will pay for all of your meals and laundering fees. Now go. I will figure out the rest with Lukas."
Amos just stood and left the office, pulling his hood back up over his head and sticking his hands back into his pockets. He just wandered off, making his way outside. For some reason it felt so much nicer out there. He took a few deep breaths, just to try and calm himself.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 29, 2017 1:29:18 GMT
Michael had found himself just sulking somewhere out on the campus grounds away from people, leaning against a wall in the shadows where he gladly let them swirl around him. He just needed to cool his head before he said anything that he could possibly regret later. He closed his eyes for several minutes, at least until he felt himself being socked in the gut to cause him to double over and then fall to his knees and spill what little he ate earlier after gagging a bit. A sharp kick met his side, knocking him down, and then another came towards his chest area a couple of times. The blonde teen hacked a few times as the air had been, literally, kicked out of him. The figure that stood there, along with two bodyguards, was none other than his brother. Another few minutes had passed before a snap sounded and the blonde teen was hauled up by the bodyguards. He winced as his hair was yanked back so he could see his brother with that expressionless face of his. "You know how it works... I'll get you hot chocolate later." He spoke with a small shrug before a fist collided with his younger brother's face. The beating went on for a couple more minutes before Michael was dropped to the ground to the side, his brother and the two body guards walking away from the secluded spot, glancing towards the poorly dressed albino as they walked towards the entrance of the dorms so that Michael's brother could instruct the bodyguards to start gathering the teen's things. Meanwhile, Michael was curled up a bit on his left side, his lip cut and obvious signs of a beating showing. He slowly pushed himself up and spat some blood out onto the ground, wincing with a small groan. With his left hand shaking a bit, he wiped some blood away from his mouth. He hurt all over, but...maybe he deserved it anyway. After that shit he pulled that is. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 29, 2017 1:52:11 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos despised the person that passed him. Michael's brother was it? it wasn't like he didn't see what had happened. He was many things, but blind was not one of them. Especially not to the bright red rage. It wasn't like it was hard to move over to the other male, with the body guards entering the building, it left him wide open for a punch to the side of the head and a quick hard kick to the side of his knee to bring him down to a more agreeable level. He wrapped his lithe pale fingers around the other male's neck, the skin to skin contact working the way it usually did when he was in some sort of emotional state, slowly draining the male's life force from him.
To say that Amos probably wasn't in a great state of mind was an understatement. He didn't care whether or not the other male would fight back, he didn't care of the bodyguards drew their weapons, hell, he didn't even care if they shot him. Right now, all he cared about was putting this fucking asshole in his place. "I don't care if you are his brother! That is inexcusable!" He gripped his throat a bit tighter, using his free hand to punch him in the side as hard as he could, which was probably pretty damn hard, after all, despite being a scrawny little shit, Amos worked his whole life, but probably not hard enough to actually crack his ribs, the first few times. "You... Do... NOT... TOUCH... HIM!" Each word, another punch to the exact same spot, with the intention of cracking his ribs, he wasn't even going to hide that one. The fact that they were standing on a stone path was probably bad for the both of them, but it didn't take much of his new out of control ability to take itself out on the other guy, the stones splitting apart and pelting the both of them. Amos didn't even flinch as the stones hit his skin, even hard enough to break through it in some places, he just would not let the other male go.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 29, 2017 5:40:11 GMT
Michael hadn't really noticed what was going on until he heard, well, a commotion. He pushed himself up and limped over to where it was coming from quickly just in time to see Amos beating the shit out of his brother but his brother recovering from the attack and returning it a bit more along with the help of the two bodyguards. But by gods, why did Amos have to say those words?! Now he felt all strange with his emotions jumbled up as his face grew hot. Perfect fucking timing. The guards didn't bother to fire off their guns since they could possibly hit the son of their boss so they just grabbed the boy and dragged him off before pummeling him without much mercy. Meanwhile the blonde's eldest brother collected himself despite a fractured rib and used his elemental power, terrakinesis, to attack the boy with a wave of his hand - and hopefully breaking a few bones in the process. However, just before he could inflict any further damage to the albino, Michael had made his way over and used his umbralkinesis to briefly cover the albino and get the guards to back off momentarily so he could get between them and move them away from him. He knelt down by Amos with a somewhat pained expression as he placed his hand on his chest and looked over to his brother. "Stop it..! You'll end up killing him!" Michael spoke, shaking his head a little. He swallowed as he licked his bloodied lips a bit before he quickly uttered something to his brother in French, the man seeming taken aback by his what he said. Michael repeated it more firmly and shifted himself to lean somewhat over Amos in a protective manner. His brother released a 'tch' but pulled out a phone, soon contacting someone else to get arrangements made due to his younger brother being stupid and calling forth a peace period of a guest or whatever of the person's choice, that is of the mafia they belonged to, to come to the home and perhaps be persuaded most times to join. What. An. Idiot. Michael, meanwhile, moved his hand to place it against Amos' cheek, gently rubbing his thumb against it despite his own body screaming at him in pain. "You baka.." He uttered quietly, remembering that Japanese word he had been taught nearly six months ago. Though after a few moments he pulled his hand away to grab his phone so he could try to contact Shai, knowing that they'd need medical attention soon enough. His brother most likely going to get the private doctor they had on hand for himself. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 29, 2017 9:25:15 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos wasn't one for knowing when to quit. He fought the guards, struggled against them, and he was definitely much stronger than he looked, he managed to get hits to each of them, and a few more to Michael's brother before they finally got him to the ground. Not that that stopped him from running his mouth. "Ooooh. Big.. Nnh. Scary.. Tough.. Guy... Hiding behind... His... big ass... lapdogs." And yes, he fought dirty, wasting no time biting one of the guards hard enough to make him bleed, kicking him in the face and possibly breaking his nose as he pulled away. The albino kept on fighting, not matter how beat up or broken he became, stealing powers and sapping life forces from everyone, turning the guards on each other was pretty fun too, though they were a little more resistant than the average thugs. Still in the end, one of them shot the other, whether or not it was fatal, he didn't know, he didn't care. All he cared about was ripping the other male off his stupid high horse.
But eventually, Amos went down, and quite hard. His ears were ringing, he certainly had a concussion, broken ribs, a broken wrist, probably a dislocated shoulder from struggling so damn hard. But he was a feisty little fucker and he would go til his dropped. But still, the older male used his powers on him and there was little he could do about that. At first stopping the onslaught of earth worked, as he too could control it, but with each passing second it grew weaker. About then a wall of shadow came up to guard him. He growled a string of curses about not really needing Michael's help and that he could handle himself, but really, t was quite pointless.
The words in French caught Amos a bit off guard. He blinked and settled down, all the wind seemingly knocked out of him, despite the fact that he was no longer being hit. What... Did that... He knew enough French to get him by in an average conversation, but what exactly did that mean? A guest? Peace? For what reason was Michael calling a truce with this moron for?
Amos moved away from the touch on his cheek, spitting some blood on the ground towards the older brother's feet, just for good measure. he smacked Michael's hand away. "I don't need your help." He growled. Oh yeah, he was just as likely to go after Michael for getting in the way of things. The albino winced and growled a bit as he scooted himself away, getting into a wobbly standing position. He wrapped an arm around his middle to try and protect his broken ribs a bit. He slowly began to saunter off towards the dorms, more than capable of fending for himself, or at least, so he thought, while Michael called Shai. A small growling string of Japanese and Russian curses escaped under his breath. Shit.. This would really put a damper on going to work now wouldn't it?
But soon he found himself smacking right into another kid, wasting no time winding himself back to punch the other straight in the jaw before he could say anything. After all, he didn't have the patience to put up with Rishe's bullshit right now either. Electricity crackled around his knuckles for a moment before he continued on his way to the dorms. Rishe had taken quite a hard blow from the albino and was very instantly knocked out on the ground. Who needs knuckles anyways.
The albino finally made it to his dorm, slamming the door behind him. Though, no doubt Michael would catch up to him in time. Still, he made a bit of a hissing sound as he went to dig around in a box he had already packed with all the medical supplies he had stolen over the years. There were painkillers, though he didn't bother taking those, wraps for his fractured and broken ribs, fingers, wrist, a sling for his shoulder even. Though... Ahh... Well.. That was gonna hurt... Amos took in a few deep breaths before going over to the edge of a wall. "Phooo... Ahh!" Followed by an accompanying growl as he snapped his shoulder back into place. Gods... This was all really gonna hurt like hell when the adrenaline wore off...
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 29, 2017 14:31:57 GMT
Michael sighed as Amos stalked off towards the dorms as Rishe chose the wrong moment to walk out. He watched without much emotion as the male was taken down quickly by his own powers, or rather those that Amos had taken, as he finished contacting Shai. He had gotten up and followed after the albino as he skirted where Rishe lay, figuring he'd be fine anyway as he went after his boyfriend. He released several curses as the door was slammed shut, well nearly shut since his foot had blocked it from being closed all the way. He opened the door a bit and just kept it partially opened for the nurse when he arrived and limped into the room before sitting down on the albino's bed with a small groan. "Amos... Will you please come over here so we can talk..?" He asked him after a few moments as he had watched the albino go this way and that trying to patch himself up. "Shai will be here soon anyway so just come here.. I... I'm sorry." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 29, 2017 20:08:16 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos ignored the blonde's presence, continuing to wrap himself up and take care of his own wounds as much as he could at that given time. A noise would escape every now and then, but otherwise he was silent as he stalked about, dabbing disinfectant on his open wounds, wrapping up his hands and wrists. A small "tch" came from him at the mention of Shai coming to help. No doubt he would arrive soon, as he was actually on campus.
But he guessed that he couldn't ignore the blonde forever. So he turned to face him, his hands on his hips, and a very obvious pissed off look on his face. "What is there to talk about?" He wasn't really in the mood to listen to excuses or apologies. He wasn't really in the mood for anything. Still, he could feel the adrenaline wearing off, and he wouldn't be standing much longer. So he huffed and moved to his desk, sitting on top of it, leaning back against the wall.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 29, 2017 21:38:52 GMT
Michael sighed as Amos had eventually turned to him with that pissed off expression and questioned what he wanted. The blonde teen said nothing as he went to sit on the desk and lean against the wall for several moments before lowering his head to look down at his left hand in his lap. Gods, he still hurt like hell... Probably not as bad as Amos but...it hurt. "I, uh.." He trailed off, not sure what to say as he shifted a bit uncomfortably on the albino's bed. "M-my family... Um.." He tried again, finding it quite harder to say now than from thinking about telling him. It had been six months already...they were still dating too so everything would be okay, right? "Um... I-I'm sorry um..." A heavy sigh escaped the blonde as he lifted his left hand to press it to his face, clutching at the blonde strands that slipped past his fingers. "M-my family... W-we... Um..." Another sigh. This was so much harder than he thought... "W-we've been... Dating for six months... I.. I've kept this from... You... For a long time..." He began to speak slowly, keeping his head down and his hand where it was. "M-my family is.." He was cut off by a knock at the door, surely the nurse who had been coming from his text. His hand dropped from his face, an almost defeated look, a rare one at that, across his features as he just stared down at the floor while Shai surely entered the room. It wasn't like he couldn't get in anyway for he had left the door partially opened when following Amos into his dorm. [googlefont=Alice][googlefont=Lobster]
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 29, 2017 21:50:24 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos just slid off his desk, rolling his crimson eyes in irritation as he made his way to the door and opened it for the nurse. "Good gods you two look like hell. What happened?"
"Oh you know, just a run in with the mob. Nothing new." Amos muttered sarcastically, but was it sarcasm?
Shai sighed and shook his head, motioning for the albino to sit on his bed, which he eventually reluctantly did. "I thought I told you to stay away from that part of town... And to bring Michael into it?" Amos shook his head. "Oh? So it wasn't them then?"
"Nope. What business of it is yours anyways? But no. Not that mob. He'd kill me if I ever exposed that secret." Amos sat back a bit and let Shai look him over, wincing as he was poked and prodded. "Look, the adrenaline is wearing off so... I'm gonna pass out now." But the doctor made a noise and smacked his cheek a few times. "Ugh.."
"You have to stay awake, if this concussion is serious enough, I would hate for you to never wake up."
"You'd just fix me anyways. Not really... sure... why..."
Shai sighed as the albino slumped over into unconsciousness. Well, as long as he was out, Shai could get a better look at the rest of his wounds. "I apologize for him Michael. I was hoping he wouldn't involve anyone in his sketchy business. He had been doing such a good job too..." Of course, now being revealed that Amos was doing something for the local mafia would really explain why he suddenly had more money. "I was hoping to get him out of it before anything like this happened." He muttered something under his breath. Good gods he would really need to talk to Kyrarei about using this kid like this. "I have to ask, for... Security purposes. How much do you know?"
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 30, 2017 1:20:39 GMT
Michael was silent as he listened to the interaction between the two, swallowing a little at the mention of 'mob' in the conversation but... His head lifted slowly with a curious look in his eyes. He wasn't really sure what Amos had meant by the both of them running into the mob, but the way Shai had responded to that and all... He blinked once Amos had eventually come to sit on the bed only to pass out, oddly silent for quite some time until he was questioned by the man. He slowly turned his head to look at the nurse, a cold look entering his eyes then. "I know.. Enough." He responded eventually, shifting to pull out his phone and send out a text. After that he shifted to face Shai more, partially forgetting about his own wounds. "He is involved in a mafia? For how long?" He questioned him, keeping his eyes on the nurse as eventually four bodyguards showed up. A knock sounded on the door and Michael rose to go open it, limping and wincing a bit in pain but he made it there nonetheless. Two of the men entered the room while the other two stood outside of it, shutting the door in the process. After that Michael leaned against one of his bodyguards for more support as he looked back to the nurse, tilting his head to the side a bit. "Now... This is a bit of an issue... What's the name of this mafia?" He questioned, his voice strained a bit from pain but was collected more or less. So many questions about this supposed mafia ran through his mind. Why was Amos involved? Who ran it? How large was it exactly? And so, so many more questions.
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Post by Shai Trevelyn on Mar 30, 2017 1:51:41 GMT
Michael mentioned knowing enough and Shai nodded, just watching the boy gingerly texting with one hand. Though, at his next question he chuckled a bit. "Oh? Here I thought you said you knew enough." Of course it was meant as a joke, though he knew the boy was not in a joking sort of mood. "It doesn't really matter. I'm sure there's a good reason he didn't tell you." But it didn't take long for there to be a knock at the door and Michael let some muscle in. "Oh? And what do you need them for? It's not like I'm going to say anything." After all, Shai was a drug supplier for said mafia. But still, the young doctor sighed as the blonde continued to ask questions. "I cannot guarantee your safety if you know, but you don't really seem to care much about safety now do you?" He looked up towards the guards and shook his head. "And I'm not afraid of them. I've dealt with the mafia more than I would like to admit, and know quite well not to go anywhere unarmed." He paused and lifted his jacket, and yes indeed, he was carrying a gun.
"Kresty iz Oniksa. One of it's many names. Amos has been running information and other things. Not like drugs or weapons, nothing too sketchy. Mostly coordinates and dates. Money. That sort of thing. I suppose he knew something like this would happen someday and he wanted to be prepared to live a decent life away from here should the need arise. He's only been at it the past month or so." Shai shrugged and finished up with Amos, turning his attention towards Michael and held out his hand. "Let me see your hand."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 30, 2017 4:19:34 GMT
Michael was silent as the nurse spoke of his own connections with a mafia himself. His eyes moved to where the nurse revealed a gun, his gaze flicking right back up to his face as he spoke once more. He was silent still as he was given the answers to the questions he had asked, more milling about in his mind but...those would have to wait for now. Though he was inwardly relieved that his six-month boyfriend wasn't involved in something too dangerous. Although as the nurse told him to come over to look at his hand, the blonde male hesitated. Well, he had nasty bruises, if not signs of fractures, under his shirt from getting beaten up. His face, too, held signs of physical battery against him as well. It took him a few moments before he limped over, his leg nearly buckling beneath him from his foot shooting up way more signals of pain, before he nearly collapsed to sit on the bed. "Tch... Could you... Help me then?" He asked him cautiously, looking away as he gestured with his left hand, since his right was still in a cast and sling, for the bodyguards to leave the room. "I...want to stay in the school. I'll pay you if you can get any strings pulled by any means." He spoke, looking down as he reluctantly let the nurse look him over. "I don't want to go home." Word count: --- Tag: Shai Trevelyn
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Post by Shai Trevelyn on Mar 30, 2017 4:41:44 GMT
"Go home? Heavens no child. You were never meant to get sent all the way back there. You are facing legal trials here, therefore, an apartment nearby, granted a rather luxurious one, has been arranged for you. But if you would rather stay on school grounds, I'm sure that it could be arranged. Amos will be relocating to my apartment if Luka can't get the documents properly worked up." The doctor took a look over Michael's hand. "Luckily it probably won't need a full cast. A brace maybe. Really, you boys need to take better care of yourselves."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 30, 2017 5:12:23 GMT
Michael went silent to his words before a 'tch' escaped him again and he yanked his hand away from the nurse. "Forget it! Don't need your help anyway!" He snapped, pushing himself up only to waver a little bit before he began to limp towards the door then. "Go fucking shoot yourself in the head, you pathetic excuse for a nurse!" He snapped once more, as he paused at the door to only glare at him before he reached for the door to open it and storm out as best as he could despite that the nurse had only checked his hand briefly. He muttered curses in Romanian and French as he limped out of the dorms, the bodyguards close to him. He didn't really care if he was followed or not, not that he would really get far for that to even happen, as he limped away in quite an angered way. Damn that freak and everyone who was kissing his pathetic ass! Everyone who was siding with him! Word count: --- Tag: Shai Trevelyn
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