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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 16, 2017 2:41:15 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The young albino almost lit up the damn room with how thrilled he was at the offer, letting his fingers lightly brush over the keys as he sat down. How he wished he could have one in his home like this! It wasn't like he had never heard of it, many people did, but for him, it wasn't really an option, so he only really got to play during music class. Carefully he sat at the bench, lightly touching the keys and playing a few notes before he made a face of some sort of realization and started playing.
The song started off light and higher pitched, but it still lingered on some sort of sorrow. He added some deeper tones to it and continued playing. After a moment, he took a short pause, letting the music hang in the air a bit before switching to more midrange tones. He slowly closed his eyes and just let it run through him into the keys. Once he was finished, he let the music linger for as long as he could before releasing the pedals and reopening his eyes. A rather dark blush began to stain his cheeks as he realized what he had just done. "Uhh... Heh... S-sorry.."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 3:01:11 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 571 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Aryn awaited patiently, smiling at how thrilled the albino seemed that it was okay for him to play. As he started to play a song, Aryn leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin atop his closed fist. The song he played was quite beautiful, his violet eyes closing every once in awhile to really feel the music being played. Though, he mostly watched the albino as he played on, smiling softly at how lost in the music he seemed to be.
As the song came to an end, Aryn waited for it to completely die down before clapping toward the deeply blushing minor. He chuckled and shook his head, standing up from his seat. "Please don't apologize. You play beautifully." The teacher mentioned as he placed a hand onto the albino's shoulder. "If you ever feel like playing, you are more than welcome to do so here." Releasing the boy's shoulder and turning to head toward the kitchen he added, "I'll give you my phone number before you leave." I mean it was pretty normal that Aryn would assume the kid had a cell phone of some sort.
The ginger entered the kitchen and went to the fridge taking out a significant amount of ingredients. And that was just for the dinner menu. Looking toward the kitchen he smiled. "Alright, I know you mentioned you didn't really know the dishes I mentioned but it is basically... Soupe à l’oignon - I believe is called French Onion Soup here." He had to chuckle a bit at that, "Chateaubriand steak is just thick cut from the tenderloin filet..." He pointed to the exact meat he was referring to. "Which we can serve with chateaubriand sauce that is prepared with white wine and shallots moistened with demi-glace, and mixed with butter, tarragon, and lemon juice. And on the side we will have Gratin dauphinois.... Basically Potato Gratin." He laughed again, though he was unsure that Amos had gotten to eat any of those things before.
Turning toward the sink he washed his hands before taking up a knife and chopping board, getting to work on prepping. "Would you like to help prep... Or you also have the option of playing me another beautiful song." He looked up toward the albino with a smile. Honestly he had never seen Amos look the way he had when he was playing the piano, and Aryn rather liked it. Though he wasn't sure in what way he liked it, he just knew it was nice.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 16, 2017 3:18:57 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos smiled a bit, but shrugged away from the touch to his shoulder. It wasn't anything personal, he just... Hated it. "Th-thanks." He nodded a bit about the phone number. He stretched a bit before following the teacher to the kitchen, still taking in the house as he went. "You really do have.. A nice home. Maybe someday..." But he stopped himself from finishing that thought out loud. A small shake of the head and he made his way to leaning on the island a bit and watching the teacher rummage for ingredients.
The boy chuckled a bit and nodded as the teacher explained the different foods. "Ahh. I've heard of that actually. Alright, sounds easy enough." He pulled his hoodie off and folded it neatly on a chair before slowly making his way to the sink. "Uhh.. Can I.. Wash my hands here or...?" His boss always wanted him to use a private room to wash up for whatever reason, but then again, at work, he wasn't a cook, so it probably had something to do with contamination. But he blushed as it was mentioned that he could play another beautiful song. "Ahh... I'm not... I'm not that good... My teacher was..." But the blush fell off his face and he shook his head, proceeding to wash his hands and eventually turned around with a smile on his face, as fake as it might have been. "Prep sounds good to me!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 4:50:54 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 617 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Aryn nodded his head when asked if he should wash his hands here. Though he didn't really know where else he would wash them. He supposed the bathroom, that was probably normal for people to wash their hands in there instead. But Aryn had a soap dispenser here so it worked. Of course the ginger was not deaf to his random comments about his home, about his teacher - assuming of music.
"I'm sure your teacher would be very proud of you. You don't give yourself enough credit. You really do play wonderfully." Aryn gave a warm smile to the albino boy before handing over the knife and things to chop to him, instead taking to prepping the meat with a salt and pepper rub. His violet eyes focused on the albino boy as he did. "Someday you want a house like this?" He mentioned referring to his earlier cut off comment about it. The ginger got quiet for a moment as he finished with the meat, instead gathering a few spices they would need. "Well, as mentioned with the piano... You are welcome anytime. I mean... Adrian sort of come and goes as he pleases, but if you don't mind that..." He was sure the albino would probably want to avoid the redhead, but Aryn honestly didn't mind. Since he lived alone company was always welcome to him. Besides, he would benefit from it by getting to hear Amos play more piano. "We could have more cooking lessons as well." He noted with a smile, before turning to dig through the cupboards for a glass baking dish, a pot and a sauce pan. "Alright, gratin will take the longest, so we can start with that."
The ginger grabbed a potato and another knife and cutting board, before handing Amos his own potato. "So we want slices about... This thick." He mentioned showing the boy before continuing to make slices, placing them in the glass dish as he did. "Then some milk.... Some of the good stuff." Good stuff being expensive cheese, "Some garnish... And we can pop this in the oven..." Setting his oven he turned to face the boy. "What do you think? Reduction sauce next?" The soup would be first to eat, so they'd want that hot and steak never took long to actually cook.
Aryn kept up with his little lesson in cooking until they had gone through every dish. It had been awhile since they started, but with everything set on the counter top it looked delicious. "Wow... It looks really great." Grabbing a plate and fork from the cabinet along with serving utensils, Aryn handed them to the boy. "Dig in." He noted with a smile, letting the albino go first before taking food for himself. Of course, starting with the soup.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 16, 2017 14:59:10 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The albino shook his head a bit at the compliment. But he went about doing as he was asked, taking the knife and beginning to chop what he was asked. He did seem somewhat distracted by his thoughts though, as much as he tried to hide it. "Oh uhh.. Yeah... I guess. I've never really thought about it..." The kind of home he anted to have. "Ehh... That's kind of you but.. I mean.. Isn't that weird? Having a student over just... Whenever? Besides, it's a little out of the way." Well at least he was being honest, he worked on the clear opposite side of town. "But... I'll think about it." It wasn't like he would mind coming by for more lessons. It wasn't like he was having an awful time here or something.
Amos just nodded as the teacher mentioned starting with the gratin, setting the knife down for the moment and just watching him. Once he was handed a potato, he nodded and watched closely, following the instructions and doing what he as asked. Of course, it didn't take him long to get through the potato and then another and another. He was actually quite good at cutting things. Once that was finished, he nodded at the suggestion on what to make next, watching closely and helping where he could until all of the food was made.
Of course, he felt a little weird serving himself first, as it wasn't his house, so he just made a little "err" sort of noise and went about doing that, though he still felt a bit strange about it. He took his food to the table where he assumed they would be eating and sat down, patiently waiting for the teacher to join him. He was polite, well mannered for the most part, and eating before the host just seemed... Weird. Once Aryn joined him he waited for him to start eating before he did so, not knowing if the teacher said grace or something like that like his boss did. "Mm... This is really good." He made a pleased sort of face as he continued eating. "Thanks.."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 17:19:46 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 346 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Aryn chuckled a bit as he was thanked, just shaking his head toward the boy. "No need to thank me. After all you made it as well." The ginger took to actually tasting the food at that moment, making a satisfied noise that would signify that it was indeed quite delicious. His violet eyes focusing on the albino before him as he ate. "I suppose it is a bit out of the way for you." He mentioned suddenly getting quiet as a thoughtful look crossed his face. He ate silently for a few moments before finally speaking again, "Well if it's a school day and you feel like coming I can always bring you home with me. Otherwise you could always ask Adrian.... though I am not entirely sure how that boy manages to get here sometimes...." He smiled and shook his head at the thought of it. Honestly it was one of those things Aryn didn't care to ask the redhead. Who knew what he would say.
"I suppose it might be weird to have a student here, but Adrian is here often." Though the ginger supposed that was a bit different since Adrian was his cousin, not that many people knew that off hand. It wasn't like it was a secret, it just wasn't something that you just randomly announced. "You know, if you ever get stuck and need a ride as well, you can call me. You know.... like if there is a storm or something." Yes, Aryn meant a situation like the one they found themselves in just the other week. It was obvious storms and Amos didn't mix well, and since the boy seemed to like to walk home, Aryn would much prefer to pick him up and know he was safe than wonder if he was terrified and frozen out on the street somewhere. "So do you like other thugs besides the piano and cooking?" Well, no reason he shouldn't try to get to know the boy right? After all he did offer up his home to the young man.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 16, 2017 22:46:49 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos listened as the teacher mused about how the red haired boy even made it to his house and chuckled a bit. "Maybe he runs? Gotta work out some of that energy somehow." The boy paused for a bit while the teacher thought about it. "Yeah but.. He's family right? So.. I mean, he has a reason to... Or.. Maybe he doesn't." It wasn't like he was the best at knowing family dynamics. He'd need to have a family for that. Not that he wasn't glad he didn't have one.
But he stopped eating and sort of just pushed his food around a bit. "Look. I... I appreciate the offers and.. All of this. I do... but... I don't know. I don't like relying on people like that. And as much as I think it's great here, I'm not going to take advantage of it. Or of you... I mean.." He paused and set down his silverware. "I... I'm sorry I exploited you like that. I just don't really know any other way to... I don't like people knowing things about me if I don't know anything about them. Especially things that could turn my entire life upside down."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2017 23:41:37 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 407 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Aryn continued to watch the boy as he ate, noting that the albino himself stopped eating and began playing with his food instead. He mentioned not liking to rely on people nor taking advantage of them before he placed his silverware down completely and took to apologizing to the ginger. The older male let him say his piece before chuckling a bit and shaking his head. "You aren't taking advantage of me if I offered. Besides, I'm probably the one taking advantage of you." He mentioned, also setting down his utensils. "I think it's pretty obvious that I live alone. So the company is nice."
Picking up his fork again he took another mouthful, chewing and swallowing before continuing. "Relying on people who want to help isn't particularly a bad thing. But, I won't force you to take my offer." Gesturing toward the young male's plate he smiled, "Well, except maybe right now. I do want to make sure you eat up until you can't anymore." He laughed a bit, finishing off the food on his plate. Moving back toward the sink, the ginger began to clean up their little mess from cooking, talking a bit louder over the running water so the albino would hear him. "So what should we make for the class? I mean, there are many pastries that I know, but do you have a favorite?" Of course Aryn felt bad for making the boy feel uncomfortable enough to stop eating so he would try to make him relax again if he could.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 17, 2017 0:48:05 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The company... How was this really any different from his job? "Heh.. I suppose... It's almost like work except you're not attempting to grab my ass." Which he supposed he truly appreciated given the teacher's... Preferences. Amos rolled his eyes a bit and continued eating his food as was insisted. "Oh, come on now. I'm a growing teenage boy. I don't think I'm capable of getting a full stomach." He smiled and just continued eating until his food was gone before bringing his dishes to the teacher, though, he did take to washing them himself. "Mmmm... mille... Fuck uhh.. Mille-feuille? I think it's called." He paused and leaned against the counter. "I don't... Really know how to make them though."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 1:13:35 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 482 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Aryn chuckled a bit when Amos mentioned that Aryn was not trying to grab his ass. Well, it wasn't like the ginger hadn't thought about it, but he did have more self restraint than that. Shaking his head a bit if only to get the image of Amos' ass out of his head, he ran a hand through his hair, and stepping aside allowing the albino to wash his own dishes. Of course as he did he couldn't help but let his eyes wander at least a little. A reward for behaving himself he supposed. Of course when the male turned around his violet eyes were focused on the boy's face as he offered a smile.
"Mille-Feuille." The ginger repeated with a nod. "It's alright, I know how to make them. After all, that's what this is for right? So you can learn?" Stepping toward the cupboard he pulled out a pan, some parchment paper and then proceeded to move around to gather the ingredients needed - Ready made all butter puff pastry, powdered sugar, mascarpone, heavy cream, vanilla bean pods, raspberry liqueur, lemon zest and fresh raspberries, white and dark chocolate squares.
Once everything was on the counter Aryn smiled. "Alright, I'm only going to instruct you. You will be making these." The ginger stepped out of the way of the albino and leaned on the counter on the opposite side. Proceeding to give the boy precise instructions on what to do, managing to stick some simple French vocabulary in there as well. After all, he was still a teacher first and foremost. Not to mention he could actually consider this extra credit for the boy now. Popping the first batch into the oven he chuckled and looked toward the albino. "Getting the hang of it, or do you still need my help?" Amos was a quick to learn and was skilled in the kitchen to begin with, but the pastry could be difficult to make the longer the ingredients sat out.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 17, 2017 1:32:07 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos nodded a bit, but kept his eyes on the teacher for a moment. Had he just been checking him out? But he shook it off and went back to doing whatever he was instructed, simply nodding at the mention of the dessert. "Oh... Uh.. Alright... I... uhh.. I'll try..." He wasn't sure whether or not he had ever actually made the things before. He probably had dabbled, but he couldn't remember how it had turned out for him. Though, he raised an eyebrow. "Should I put on my work clothes before I make this for you?" Of course, it was meant as some sort of joke, or... At least he thought it was.
But still, he went about, washing his hands and preparing the dessert. It was a bit complicated at first, but he quickly got the hang of it. He did glance towards the teacher every now and then, wondering whether or not he was actually thinking of him in those clothes, dancing around his kitchen. "Nah. I think I got it..."
However, as he was sticking another tray in the oven, he heard his cell phone ringing from his bag in the other room. "Uhh.. I should.." He really didn't want to get it but he didn't really have much choice. Besides, maybe the incompetent idiots needed his advice on something and would just leave him alone. So he made his way to his bag and pulled out the small black flip phone that made it seem like he was a drug dealer or something. But really, he didn't see the point of having anything more than that. "Yeah?" He seemed very unamused. "Yeah... Sure... I'll be there in... Under an hour." He sighed and flipped it shut, tossing it back into his bag before he picked it up.
"Hey umm... I uhh... I have to umm... Go... Could you umm... Would you mind... Taking me...?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 1:56:31 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 719 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Well Aryn was certainly glad he was mostly sure that Amos was not a mind reader. At the suggestion of wearing his work uniform while he moved about the kitchen and cooked, Aryn had to bite his tongue from mentioning that it would be a good idea. His violet eyes were glued to the boy as he worked to follow the instructions he was given about making the pastry. Of course the ginger had a perfect excuse to actually stare at him since he was ensuring he didn't mess anything up.
As another pan went into the oven, the sound of a cell phone rang. Instinctively the older male reached for his own before he realized that was definitely not his ringtone. He offered the albino a smile when he mentioned that he should probably answer that, watching as he moved toward his bag. Aryn was rather surprised by the phone choice of the albino, considering most kids in the school had the latest smart phone or whatever was trending. As Amos finished his conversation he seemed to be uncomfortably be asking for a ride, to work presumably. "Sure, to work I assume? Or somewhere else...?" The ginger asked curiously as he took to cleaning up the kitchen a bit while waiting for the answer. Any left over ingredients were put away and dishes were cleaned. Satisfied he finally reached back to let down his tied back hair and shook it out a bit.
His violet eyes met Amos once more as he gestured toward the boy. "Do you want to get ready first? You're welcome to use the shower." Well, that was an image Aryn didn't really need to imagine right now, but there it was. Clearing his throat and running a hand through his now loose hair he pointed upward. "It's just upstairs I can grab you a clean towel. Of course you can always just change up there if you want, instead." Of course Aryn just figured the kid came straight from school and by the time he got off of work it would be late. Not that he would force the boy to shower or anything. Good lord what was he thinking of. "Let me just.... Show you." Motioning for Amos to follow him he made his way up the stairs and into the bed room there. It was spacious, but mostly because there wasn't much in it aside from a dresser, bookshelf and a bed with a few decorative touches here and there. Through the room he led the albino to the bathroom and flicked the light on. The sink and toilet off to one side of the shower and tub, with a towel closet nearby. "Help yourself to anything in here... If you did want to shower, I can show you how to work it." Well he probably knew how to work a shower, but every one was different to get the hot and cold water, so maybe he'd need instructions. Or maybe he wouldn't. It was polite to offer though, wasn't it?
Aryn just blushed at his own awkwardness and shook his head. "Ah... You know I will just leave you to it... Uh, towels in there... Anything else you might need...." He just sort of gestured toward the bathroom in general. The ginger offered a bow toward the albino for whatever reason before leaving him to whatever he decided to do.
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Post by Amos Vang on Feb 17, 2017 2:10:04 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos nodded a bit as he picked up his bag, a dark blush staining his cheeks. Which only darkened more at the thought of showering, to the point that his ears started to turn red as well. "Err... Just.. umm.. Just to change... Is... Good..." He always showered after work. Even if he had showered beforehand. Just because he thought it was disgusting and he needed to burn and scrub the nasty off of himself. He just nodded and followed the teacher upstairs, looking around the room, but keeping mostly to himself. He wasn't sure why he felt so weird being in there. It was just a room right? But... it was... His teacher's room... And... Bathroom... Part of him wondered if there was a camera somewhere that would... No. That was just ridiculous. "Th-thanks.."
It didn't take him long to enter the bathroom and shut and lock the door behind him. Of course, he still needed a minute to breathe and double check for cameras before he was satisfied enough to remove his clothing and change into that horrid outfit. It took him a bit of time to finally come out, but he had had a bit of trouble with one of the buckles on his shoes. He definitely needed new ones, but didn't feel like actually buying any. His hair was a little damp, and it was obvious he had used a bit of water to try and control the fluff. But his cheeks were still as dark as they possibly could be. After all, he had forgotten his hoodie downstairs, so he couldn't exactly hide himself as he walked out.
The boy took a bit of a shaky breath as he just sort of stood there, his lips pursed a bit and the blush only darkening with each passing moment. "Err... Can we umm... I umm... Would like to... Go... To work...?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2017 3:01:37 GMT
Aryn PhenixDon't you run from me, feel it coming, oh lord There's just way too many temptations, oh lord
WORDS: 770 || TAGS: Amos Vang || Notes: Words here [attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Aryn didn't go very far, only making it to his bed really sitting down and taking in a deep breath. Calm. He could be calm. This wasn't anything. He simply brought Amos here to teach him to cook and now he happened to be getting ready in his bathroom. Slipping into that rather revealing outfit that the ginger happened to get a glimpse of before. No. He wasn't supposed to be imaging those types of things. With another sigh he ran a hand through his hair. He wasn't sure what he should do. Go back downstairs? Wait here? Well it wasn't like he thought the albino would steal anything - not that it looked like he had anything worth stealing in the first place.
Aryn didn't really have time to decide anything though since the albino teen emerged, still entirely red and stammering out the fact that he wanted to go to work. Well that was just adorable. Why was he being cute? Why did Aryn even think it was cute? It must be that outfit. It was making him weird. Still, he couldn't pull his violet eyes away from the boy. "Uh... Right... Right.... Work." He said though he hadn't actually moved for a moment.
Finally clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair he stood. "Got everything?" The ginger asked giving the albino one more look from head to toe. "Oh..." Aryn mentioned before bending down before the boy, reaching out and fixing his shoe a bit. Probably that same buckle having given him trouble earlier. "There we go." Aryn mentioned looking up at the teen from where he was now. Of course that made the ginger blush, standing up again. "Well...." Was all he said as he turned away to make it down the stairs.
Gods he was only feeling weirder now, which was making him act weird. Surely the teen would be disgusted with him. Though honestly Aryn was surprised that the albino wasn't already disgusted with him, knowing very well what types of thoughts resided in the ginger around his young students. He just needed to calm himself down was all. Certainly that would be accomplished when the young male could get his hoodie on. But what if he decided not to put it on? No, he probably would. After all with how red he was, he was certainly embarrassed himself. It was pretty cute to see him blush like that though. No. We aren't thinking about how cute he is.
Making his way toward the oven, Aryn peeked into it. Thankfully pastries like this never took long to bake and it was okay to turn it off. Placing the pastries into a tupperware container to go, he patted his pockets to ensure he had his phone before making his way to his bag and grabbing out his wallet and keys. Assuming Amos was downstairs by now the ginger looked toward him. "Well.... Shall we?" He mentioned. Opening the door for the albino male, letting him out of the house first before exiting and locking the door himself.
He once again opened the door to allow the teen to climb into the car before placing the tupperware into his lap. "Uh... For you... And your co-workers... I mean, I thought it would be... Like a nice treat for them... or something like that." Alright so maybe he was still feeling rather awkward. Closing the door once the male was in, Aryn got into the drivers seat, starting the car up and pulling out of the driveway. The silence was a bit deafening but the ginger was sure that anything that came out of his mouth at this point was going to be even worse.
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 17, 2017 3:54:23 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] The more the teacher stared at him the more he wished he had something heavy to bash him over the head with, instead he tried to cover himself as much as he could. He was already uncomfortable enough and this just made it... So much damn worse. He just nodded slowly as he was asked if he had everything, but stopped as the other male bent down to... Fix his shoe? "Ehhh...." Oh yea, definitely uncomfortable now. Amos stood there for a moment after the ginger had made his way downstairs, trying to gather what little composure he really had before following him. He threw his hoodie on as he passed it, shoving his hands in his pockets and just sort of standing there for a moment. Of course, the hoodie only helped with the top part of his outfit, as the shorts barely went below the bottom of it. For some people it would work, but he wasn't sure that it would for the teacher. He really hoped it didn't.
But still, he stood there, blushing like crazy, tugging at the bottom of his hoodie, trying to cover what of himself he possibly could. As he exited in front of the teacher, all he could think was how much he hoped the other wasn't taking advantage of his position behind him. But then again, it wasn't like it was something he hadn't seen before right? He paused in front of the vehicle. Right. Trapped. Well, there wasn't really much he could do about that now was there? He shook his head and neatly sat himself in the car, putting his bag onto his lap and clinging to it. Though, he blinked a bit at the tupperware in his lap, forgetting entirely about his predicament and smiling brightly up at the teacher. "Thank you! That's wonderful!" Fuck. "Er..." He made a small noise and stared down at his lap. Well, might as well be in the work zone right? Mentally preparing himself for hell. Yeah. That's all that was.
The ride was long and silent and every bit as awkward as one would expect it to be. Well, minus the small phone all and irritation from the albino as he mentioned that he was in fact on his way. Getting to the place was easy enough since the teacher had been in the area before. It was only a few blocks from where they had met in fact. "Er... Th-thanks for the... Nice.. Time.." Yeah, like that was helping. He got out of the car and bowed a bit.
"Avery! Finally your pretty little ass is here!" His expression flattened a bit as he turned to look at the very bouncy girl behind him. "Get inside quick! Please!" He bowed again to the teacher before following the girl inside.
Of course, what awaited him was something he couldn't really have expected. One of his regulars, naturally, but with an almost full table. Oh dear gods. Not only that, but he had brought other friends that took up almost half of the small diner like place. It was definitely going to be a long night...
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It was indeed a long night of getting tossed around from one table to another, and without his boss around, he had tried to be extra nice and only wound up hurting one of the customers at the very end of the night by stabbing a fork through the meaty part of his hand. But enough had been enough for him with that asshole. The boy sighed and splashed a bit of cold water on his face as he heard the knock on the restroom door. "Yeah?"
"I'm headed out, you good locking up?"
"Yeah.. See you tomorrow..." He muttered, just staring in the mirror for a few moments. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see his own colors, he couldn't shift them. The albino ran a hand through his hair and shook the feeling off, standing and walking proudly from the restroom. He made sure everything was clean and set up for the next day, wrote a small note to his boss about what had happened and sighed again. Damn... it was late. But still, he'd make it back to school just fine.
The boy got changed right there in the manager's office and put his work clothes in his bag along with everything else. Once he was finished, he locked the door and stepped out, making sure the alarm code was active before being slammed into the door. A small gaps of air escaped him as the hand on the back of his neck pinned him in place. Shit... This was bad. Another hand slammed next to his face and he jumped a bit, noticing that it was wrapped up. Shit. This was really not good.
"H-hey... I.. I uhh..."
"Shut up. You're gonna pay for this you little shit." He couldn't move his head, and with the hood up, he couldn't drain the man holding him either. Shit... Shit... "Pin him." As if he could get pinned anymore. But apparently, he should not have thought that as he felt more hands wrapping around his arms and legs. Sharp blows to his ribcage rendered him fairly breathless And they didn't stop there, turning him around quite easily and pinning him against the door by his throat. "I will touch, whatever the fuck I please. And you, will do nothing about it. Ya hear?" Amos growled and spat at his captor, which only earned him harder punches to his already frail stomach. At least it wasn't completely empty. Of course, by now, whatever calmness he usually kept was lost and he began to struggle and fight back, bashing his head into his attacker's nose. Of course, five against one wasn't exactly fair, and he found himself being pulled forward by his hair and having his head repeatedly slammed against the door until he couldn't see straight anymore.
He could feel them... He could feel them all over him. He would scream, but he couldn't. He felt weak. How much he wanted just to... to... No! He would not fall like this! As he felt a hand go up his now rather naked thigh, he wrapped his legs around the attacker, trying to get as much skin to skin contact he could. "You wanna touch me? Fine!" The guy screamed, but he didn't care, feeling all of those disgusting feeling rush through him as he absorbed what he could of his life. Of course, once the others realized just what he was doing, they began to rip him backwards, but he put up one hell of a fight, lashing out with whatever he could. At least until he felt his head being bashed in with a rock. How unimaginative.
Amos fell to a bit of a lump on the ground, dazed, but he could still hear them. He could still... See them... their emotions... Their auras. It didn't take long for him to twist and bend them until they started to shoot one another. He began to push himself up, still fairly dazed. He could hear their screams as the last two pulled out their guns and shot at each other. Of course, he would've been proud of that had one of the bullets not ricocheted and struck him in the stomach. he found himself falling to the ground rather quickly. "You little fucking shit." It wasn't long after that he felt the impact of a steel toed boot struck his chin, rendering him quite unconscious...
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He wasn't sure how long he had been out... A few minutes...? An hour...? What the fucking hell... Had happened..? He looked around a bit, trying to get his bearings. He could barely register the voice of the teacher carefully smacking his cheek trying to get him to respond. He barely felt himself being wrapped up in blanket and picked up. "Hnnng..." It was a small noise of discomfort, but hey, he had been brutally beaten, shot, and well, the fact that he was barely clothed spoke volumes in itself. He barely felt himself being laid in the car and fell in and out of consciousness until he heard the word "Hospital"
"N-n-no... N-no... pl... please...?" He sounded so weak, so pathetic, his voice sort of raw and whimpery. "Please...." But that was all he had before he passed out again. He just really hope he wouldn't wake up in a hospital...
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