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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 0:06:24 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 341 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Shin rolled his eyes at the albino's actions shaking his head and looking at Aryn. "I say we leave the kid here. It's more trouble than it's worth." Aryn just shot a semi-glare toward Shin and shook his head. "I'm not going to abandon a student out here." To which the taller male just scoffed. "He obviously don't want your help anyway." Aryn just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well if he doesn't want to come then we won't force him and leave it at that." Aryn noted to be met with a shrug by the taller male.
Aryn just crossed his arms over his chest, "Well we could have drove. Or you could have called Echo to pick us up. Though I guess Amos wouldn't have enjoyed having another teacher present." Shin snorted, "I doubt that kid enjoys having anyone present." Seriously. Maybe he would just tell Haru about the kid, though Haru seemed to only get a thrill from killing people he's slept with and well, this kid had a stick shoved so far up his ass he doubted his brother could even gain this conquest.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 11, 2017 0:28:17 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The young albino shoo a little each time thunder ripped through the sky. The storm was drawing ever closer and he really didn't want to deal with it. At least this was hopefully the last one he'd have to deal with for awhile... But then again, that's what he had thought about the last one. it was autumn. Storms like this shouldn't happen anymore! But here it was. Going on around him. He supposed he was actually fairly lucky that the adults had come across him, otherwise he would've probably spent the night curled up in a ball in an alleyway somewhere.
It didn't take too much longer for the cab to show up, and he wasted no time getting inside of it, curling up in the corner, trying to keep as far away from the other two as he possibly could. Now he would have to deal with three of the things he hated. Being stuck with adults, thunder, and being trapped in a moving death mobile. But at least he could get back to his dorm room and curl up under his bed or something.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 0:57:10 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 560 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Amos wasted no time in climbing into the cab as it pulled up, eliciting a chuckle from Aryn and a head shake from Shin. Of course the taller male let Aryn climb in first, it was better if the ginger sat between the two. If the minor decided to be bratty again, it was better to have a buffer between them. So Aryn sat in the middle while Shin got in last closing the door after him. "To Aurora Academy please." Aryn mentioned though Shin added on, "As quickly as you can." Wanting to get out of the cab. Though he obviously wasn't the only one feeling that way.
It was more or less a rather quiet ride besides some idle chatter between Aryn and Shin, mostly about Haru, with Echo sprinkled in here and there. The storm seemed to be coming in quickly as the rain came down harder prompting a groan from Shin. "Well... We'll probably still get soaked just going from the cab to the school..." Aryn mentioned, glancing toward Amos if only to make sure the kid was okay. It was definitely quicker than walking though as the cab pulled up to the front and Aryn paid.
Making a dash from the cab to the door, Aryn sighed as he started shaking his long hair out. Shin on the other hand just gave his head a few shakes. Of course before any of them could actually go into the building though the door opened and there stood Echo, a frown on her face. "What are you three doing?" Shin was entirely tempted to rat the kid out, but Aryn stepped in instead, "You can blame your lover boy. He insisted that we walk instead of taking his car for an errand I needed to run. Monseiur Vang here was simply helping me carry some heavy things before this storm started, but he is off to bed now right?" Echo just stared suspiciously at all three of them, "Well you should know better than to take a student off the grounds, I'll escort him back--" Aryn quickly shook his head, "NO! No.... I will. You and Shin enjoy the rest of your night." He mentioned, ushering Amos into the building, lowering his voice, "When we get around the corner you're free to do whatever." Aryn mentioned as he gave a friendly smile to the still obviously upset Echo, turning the corner until they were out of sight.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 11, 2017 1:17:16 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Once they pulled up to the school, Amos wasn't so sure he really wanted to leave the cab. He had made quite enough money in tips to just have the guy drive him around and dump him off somewhere so he didn't have to......... But a loud crash of thunder made him yelp and dart to the door as fast as he possibly could, running right into the darker haired male's back. Luckily enough, the ginger teacher was kind enough to usher him inside and away from the other two adults. Gods he just wanted to be in his room.
But turning the corner wasn't as good for him as he had hoped, another crash of thunder rendering him all but useless. No... No no no... Damnit.. Shit... No... But to the ground he went, curling up a bit and covering his ears. He supposed he was lucky that this teacher was tall and blocked the way for anyone to see him being this... Pathetic.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 1:41:02 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 387 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]In all honesty, he had thought that Amos would take off the moment they turned the corner. In reality though, the boy did quite the opposite instead crumpling to the ground after a particularly loud crash of thunder. Looking down at the small curled up form at his feet, Aryn sighed and squatted down. "Are you alright?" No, of course he wasn't but what else was the ginger supposed to say. "Let's get you back to your room hm?" The ginger started to reach out to scoop up the male but hesitated. Firstly, he wasn't sure if the boy would attempt to smack him again and secondly, Aryn actively tried to avoid touching students. Admiring them from afar was one thing, actually touching them was another.
Still it wasn't like the male could just let the albino lay here crumpled up on the floor. Still not actually touching the male, Aryn decided to ask instead. "Can you stand up? We can make it to your room?" Of course if Amos decided he couldn't the ginger would have no other choice than to scoop him up off of the floor. Well, his other option would be to leave him, but of course Aryn was not that kind of teacher. Or that kind of person in general. "I can carry you...." He mentioned, hoping that in the event he would need to, it would save him from being hit.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 11, 2017 2:33:14 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The young albino whimpered a bit. Gods! This was horrible! The worst god damn shit ever! He could barely make out the teacher's words. Was he okay? Did he fucking look okay!? Of course not! But slowly he opened his eyes and just sat there shaking his head. There seemed to be some general concern from this person. That was something at least. Though he wasn't really entirely sure why the teacher was concerned about him. Maybe just because he was a kid? Well that seemed a little biased, but still, maybe truth. He agreed. He just wanted to get back to his room. He just wanted this awful fucking night to be over.
Slowly, he stood, his legs still quite shaky. 'Stupid... god damn useless...' Of course he entirely meant himself, not that he had said it out loud. He used the wall to support himself as he made his way down the hall. His dorm wasn't too far, he just had to make it there. Stupid bottom floor student... The only thing being a low income mutt was good for was to sneak in and out of his room with the use of the window. "Just... there..." He muttered, wincing again as more thunder crept up. At least it was a quieter one.
Once he reached his dorm room, he cursed. No way in hell he could dig for his wallet under his work clothes with a damn teacher standing right there!? But what choice did he have? He growled a bit as he slid the bag off of his shoulder, and tried to discreetly dig through his bag, not that it was working very well. He even turned around a bit, trying to hide the contents of his bag from the teacher, after all, no one really needed to know he had a job, or that he did said job in a rather tight pair of booty shorts.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 10:35:36 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 423 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]As Amos attempted to get up, Aryn slowly trailed after him, ready to react in case the albino crumpled to the floor again, though he didn't actually touch the kid. As they made it to the door, the ginger still stood there, waiting to be sure that the albino made it into his room safely and that everything was okay before he decided to walk away. Of course he hadn't expected for the minor to start acting so strangely.
Aryn watching as Amos slide the bag from his shoulder and tried to dig through it away from sight. He shifted his body as if he were hiding the contents of the bag as he dug in there. The ginger let out a sigh and shook his head. "Monsieur Vang, please empty the contents of your bag for me." He made a motion that was about the same as 'hand it over' though really he was just gesturing for his request to be followed. "I'm sorry, but you are obviously trying to hide something, and as a teacher I need to be sure it isn't contraband. After all, the area we found you in was less than desirable." Of course Aryn was insinuating that there were probably drugs in his bag, fully expecting to find exactly that. "It will go much faster for everyone and you can go to your room if you do as told." He mentioned as another roll of thunder crashed through. He was certain the albino would probably not want to involve more people than necessary at this moment and prolong his sweet salvation of being alone in his room.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 11, 2017 19:25:51 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] And here he had just managed to pull out his wallet to get his student id, and the damn teacher asked him to empty his bag. A small curse was uttered under his breath, and he winced as another crash of thunder rolled through the sky. "Just let me... Go..." But he knew that wasn't going to happen now was it? He took his id from his wallet and stuck it in his door, opening his room. "Fine, but... not out here. Please." Amos held the door open for the teacher. If it was really that important he would do it, but not out in the hall where everyone could see him being a scared little child.
After a moment, assuming the teacher followed him into his room anyways, he flicked on his light and opened up his bag, dumping the contents onto his floor. It wasn't like they didn't need to be washed anyways. The albino turned the bag inside out and tossed it on his bed, emptying his pockets into the pile of clothing on the floor before sticking his hands in his pockets. He nudged the clothes apart with his foot. It was obvious they were all cut rather... Short, and clingy, and a dark blush stained his cheeks. "Nothing says students can't have jobs." Though, he was underage for it, especially the line of work he was in. Students in Third and Fourth years were allowed off campus jobs, anything below that was quite punishable. But seeing the minimalistic appearance of his dorm room, even the lack of a computer. He didn't appear to have a phone either, just a small stick like music player with cheap little headphones.
The albino shook his head and peeled off his hoodie, seeing as how it was wet anyways, tossing that onto his bed as well and crossing his arms over his chest. The boy looked quite a bit smaller, thinner, with it off. He definitely had a small enough form to pull off the outfit that lay on the floor. "Gotta pay the tuition somehow." It wasn't like he had parents. And he had sort of cheated his way into the school in the first place. "Suppose I gotta pack my shit and leave now huh?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 0:23:25 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 545 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Of course Aryn wasn't going to just let him go. He was acting much to suspiciously. However, when mentioned that he didn't want to expose the contents of his bag and to come inside instead the ginger hesitated. Of course it was only more suspicious that he didn't want to show whatever it was out in the open, and Aryn knew it was his duty to find out. However, he wasn't fond of the idea of entering the students room, because he was... Well, him. It was something that had to be done though, so Aryn took a break and stepped inside.
The albino took the liberty of dumping his bag onto the floor as well as emptying his pockets. As he did that Aryn took a moment to look around the room, noting that it was quite bare and he wondered how the albino managed to do his studies without seeing a laptop around. When he seemed to be done showing what he had, the albino was rather red. Aryn's violet eyes dropped to the pile as Amos was mentioning a loop hole about a job.
Squatting down Aryn sifted through the stuff, just to be sure, holding up the clothes and noting just how revealing it was. What kind of job was this? Though he had to quickly think of other things instead of imagining what exactly the kid would look like wearing such things. Clearing his throat the male left the pile alone and stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. It seemed Amo was trying to pay his tuition by working a job. "Just what exactly kind of job are you doing? You aren't selling yourself on a corner somewhere are you?" Well, you couldn't really blame the guy for thinking that with those clothes.
Of course the minor mentioned having to pack his shit and Aryn could only sigh. Of course the proper protocol would be to report this in, and Amos could potentially be kicked out of school. Even if he wasn't he would lose his job and he wouldn't be able to pay the tuition. "Well, let's discuss this. You don't need to pack your bags just yet." Aryn figured it was fair to properly assess the full situation first. After all, he didn't know what kind of job this was, or anything really about it... Yet.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 12, 2017 0:53:40 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino remained quite dark red as the teacher dug through his things, but his shifting aura made him more than a little irritated and quite uncomfortable. But then, there it was. The question. Last person that asked him something similar wound up with his head smashed into a locker and he had gotten suspended for a week. But he couldn't very well do that to a teacher, so instead, he growled and shifted in order to kick the teacher right in the... Well.
There was a fiery rage burning in his red eyes as he glared at the teacher, even more so as his foot was caught. "Let me go." His tone was quiet, calm, low, and he didn't much seem to even notice the thunder outside anymore. "I would never sully myself like that." He practically spat the words out with disgusted hatred. "Get. Out."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 1:27:00 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 408 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]The ginger couldn't be terribly surprised that the albino boy was offended, though, he was surprised that he couldn't seem to understand why someone would ask that. As the minor gave his best attempt at kicking Aryn right in the family jewels, the taller male caught the foot that came flying, thanking his father in his head for at least teaching him a few basic self defense moves when he was younger.
As Amos growled at him to let go and get out, Aryn simply shook his head. Though he did release the boy's foot. "Monseiur Vang, with these clothes you can hardly be surprised someone would ask. Now I will repeat myself. What kind of job are you doing." Aryn was obviously unphased by the kid's anger, probably because he was more focused on helping him with a solution that didn't result in going to the principal about this matter. After all, older kids were allowed jobs off campus, not first years, and whatever kind of job required this sort of outfit was probably not one the school would approve of in general.
Aryn's violet eyes stared at the smaller male, not backing down even a little. He did take the moment to look over the albino's petite frame though. He was quite small, smaller than most kids here though there was other small people out there. Bending down again, Aryn took up the clothes that he had dropped earlier. "Do you want to answer my questions? Or shall I confiscate these to be dealt with tomorrow?"
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 12, 2017 1:45:25 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] He didn't struggle against the teacher holding onto his foot, simply bringing it back down once it was let go. He stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, but otherwise as calm as could be, which, for that particular teen was sort of irregular. "I don't care for your excuses." He muttered, just continuing to watch him dig through his things. He could feel it rising within him. The very thing that he tried so hard to bury. The albino took a few steps back and shifted his posture a bit. "It's a job. That's all you need to know. The details don't matter, for my own safety. You can take them to the principal if you want to, I couldn't care less." A small shrug of his shoulders and he leaned against his desk, not quite sitting on it, but not quite standing either. "But I'd almost care to bet, you'd hang onto them." Of course he was implying exactly what he was implying. No, he wasn't a mind reader, but hiding attraction wasn't an easy task. Even if not to himself, to some of the students in his class. It wasn't like the albino was blind to it. Nor was he blind to the shifting colors as the teacher had rummaged through his clothing. But blackmailing a teacher wasn't easy without proof, and he didn't exactly have the means to stage anything either. "Or you could just, walk out that door. And leave me to my business. I'm not doing anything illegal other than working underage. Breaking child labor laws is about the only crime I'm guilty of in this case." Of course, he was guilty of many other things as well. Not that this person needed to know any of that.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2017 1:57:25 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 465 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Aryn paused for a moment as the albino boy mentioned him keeping it. Well, that thought hadn't really crossed his mind until the kid mentioned it, but no. He would definitely turn it in. At least that is what he believed in himself. Those violet eyes still staring at the albino boy in silence for a long few moments, before Aryn finally moved.
Stepping forward and approaching him where he leaned on the desk, he got close enough so that he would literally have to look down at the teen. Not that he was attempting to be intimidating since Aryn was the least intimidating person he knew. "I could walk out that door, but that wouldn't be the end of it. It isn't very hard to keep an eye on a student." He mentioned before tossing the clothes onto the desk behind where Amos was standing. "I won't turn you in for now... But you can bet if you go back to work... I will know exactly where it is you are working." Because it really wasn't hard for a teacher to find out, considering they had no limits on how late they could stay up or go somewhere. Not to mention he could always have Shin wait around the area they had initially came across him.
Stepping away from the albino Aryn ran a hand through his long ginger hair before turning away completely and reaching the door. "Enjoy the storm Monsieur Vang." The teacher mentioned as he opened the door and left the room. As Aryn walked away he had to wonder if maybe that kid could read his mind or something. His little remark about keeping the clothes made it quite obvious that perhaps he knew a little too much about Aryn. Certainly that couldn't be the case. Well, he would just have to keep an eye on the albino for now.
Feel my pulse as I breathe at hundred and three; Oh Lord, oh Lord; I'm not afraid of the trip; In a pool filled with sin; He said don't you run from me while I take it off; Take it off, take it off; Tell me your name while I break you off; There's just way too many temptations, oh Lord; I can feel it coming in the air tonight; Feel it coming, oh Lord, feel it coming; When the rhythm hits, I'm not afraid to die, oh Lord [googlefont="Abel"][googlefont="Kalam"] [newclass=.nthlftsybdytxt1]margin-top:-20px;padding:10px;border-left:#ffaebd solid 4px;text-align:justify;width:400px;font-family:'Abel';font-size:12px;color:#c1c1c1;[/newclass] [newclass=.nthlftsybdytxt1 b]color:#ffc9d3;[/newclass] [newclass=.nthlftsybdytxt1 i]color:#ff93a7;[/newclass]
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 14, 2017 0:08:38 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Just under a week had gone by since that little incident, and each day that week, the young albino decided to test his theory and tantalize the poor teacher. Each day he removed or shortened one piece of clothing, but seeing as he always usually wore jeans and a t-shirt with a hoodie on top, his newly found attire started to actually draw attention to him. Of course, he would only do this for his French class, and return to his usual attire right afterwards, like it had never happened.
This day, Friday, the last day of the week, he decided to further in making his point. Sure, he hated being looked at in certain ways, but luckily enough for him, his closest acquaintance was really good at making people see things that weren't true, or making certain people see what was. That morning, he had made his way to Luka's room, begging for his help with a little experiment. Of course, he didn't give the boy the details, but it was good enough. Luka was always so agreeable, unlike himself.
So, this day, he went about wearing his work clothes under his usual attire, waiting until it neared the hour of his experiment. Luka met him in the bathroom, right on time and went to work sealing his clothing. "Do you have... Umm.. The..."
"Yeah. Here." Amos took a small baggie out of his pocket with a single ginger hair in it and handed it over to the sealist, who just shook his head. He couldn't honestly believe that Amos would do something like this to anyone, let alone whatever poor sap this hair belonged to.
Luka just nodded and went to work, finishing up the seals. "There.. That should be... Good. Now.. Whoever that belongs to will see right through these clothes to... whatever you have below... Though.. I'm not quite sure why you'd really... Want to do this."
"I told you. I'm just testing a theory. That's all. Always good to have information about others in case you need something."
Of course he made his way to his class, just appearing normal to literally everyone else, but to the poor tormented teacher, he would be in his work clothes. Terribly short and rather tight and revealing. And of course, it was something he pulled off surprisingly well. He had to try and keep the smirk off his face as he walked passed Aryn's desk and moved to it in his chair, sitting down as innocently, and yet, provocatively as he possibly could.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2017 2:03:25 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 520 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Since their little encounter Aryn seemed to be having the week from hell. So far the albino boy who was in his French class, seemed to be dressing quite differently from his usual attire. His clothes just got a little bit shorter, a little bit tighter, a little bit more revealing each time he saw the boy. Aryn of course did his best to simply ignore this, but it was getting more and more difficult with each passing day to do so. At first it was fine enough since the changes had started small, but today was Friday and honestly the ginger male had zero idea what he should expect.
Just before class had started Aryn had done everything he could to prepare himself for whatever this albino boy was trying to do. Not an easy task. He greeted his students as they started to walk in, as he normally did, though nothing he could have done could have prepared him for when Amos walked in that door. His violet eyes following the albino boy as he walked past the desk and to his own seat, sitting down as though nothing were wrong.
Aryn was in some sort of shock he was certain, but as he looked around the room at the non-reactive other students, he became terribly confused. "Ce que vous portez, Monsieur Vang? (What are you wearing, Mr. Vang?)" A simple enough question though the students around Amos seemed confused by the ginger's question to the boy. Was Aryn hallucinating? Could he even be? Amos wasn't normally one of the students the male fanticized about, but he had been seeing the boy in more revealing clothes lately, maybe he had started to.
Clearing his throat and shaking his head he waved a hand in front of his face. "Nevermind. Let's begin class shall we?" Aryn mentioned, standing up and facing the board. At least when he was facing this way he could more or less concentrate. Writing up today's French grammar lesson on the white board the ginger finally turned around again to face the class, but he really couldn't seem to help the fact that his violet eyes would just not look away from that damn outfit.
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