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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2017 12:47:58 GMT
Kota stared at the ceiling of his room, aimlessly wandering his eyes over the white paint. It was a popcorn-styled ceiling, something he would find back at home in his old room. He wondered how his sisters were doing, and his loving mother. He wondered how his friends were doing – the few that he had made, anyway. It seemed odd to him that he had trouble making friends; one would think with his outgoing and carefree nature it would make a perfect match with most people, but for some reason the ones in his town didn’t care for it. He always wondered about that. Perhaps it wasn’t that way in other areas. After all, he was already making several friends here at Aurora Academy.
On that note, a sudden knock on his door caught his attention. Startled, he sat up with a huff on his bed and made his way across the room, one step away from opening the door before it hastily swung open on its own. Blue-green eyes wide, he stared at the face of another student standing before him. It was a familiar face, but one he couldn’t name at that exact moment. Maybe he just felt on-the-spot. Either way, he knew it was a boy from the hall.
Said boy gave him a wide grin and raised brow, causing Kota’s heart to pound. What was he in for, now?
“You’re Dakota, right?” the boy asked, still grinning.
“Kota,” he corrected. He hated being called by his full name. Even most of his teachers called him by Kota.
“Whatever. Hall monitor’s looking for you. Should be here any minute.”
“Okay…wait, WHAT?” Kota stared, panicked. “What for?!”
The boy shrugged, grin still present on his face. Great. That was exactly what Kota needed.
Tossing his sneakers on, he fumbled his way past the boy and raced down the hallway, hearing laughter behind him. They could laugh all they wanted – he was not getting caught today. He racked his brain, trying to come up with a possible reason for why he’d be wanted by the hall monitor. Was it his recent detention? Talking back to the teacher? He honestly wasn’t a bad student, but as the list went on of reasons why he could be wanted, he soon came to realize what troubles he found himself in.
Hearing the boy faintly call out “He’s coming”, Kota did the first thing he could think of at that moment.
He chose a room.
Yanking the nearest door open, he bolted inside and slammed it shut behind him, huffing against the wooden frame dramatically. Good. This was good. He’d be safe as long as he hid. There was no reason to avoid the hall monitor. He was simply…putting it off. Yeah, that’s it.
Nodding to himself, he turned his blonde head around to realize at that moment he wasn’t the only one in the room.
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Post by Theo Silveira on Mar 18, 2017 3:45:25 GMT
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]we rise in the dying [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"] Illuminating, golden eyes scanned the documents once, then again, and then a final time. It had been two years since he had arrived here at Aurora Academy and there were times where he still did not understand his internship. Theodore Silveira worked for a well-known artist in Silver Falls. His commissions easily had quite a bit of zeros added to the price tag. The annual auctions and charity events raised quite a hefty amount of currency as well, yet the artist never made themselves physically present at his events. Having an intern position with this supposed artist though, was apparently highly sought after in the art world and as Theo would have it, though he did not know it, he was certain that he had made some enemies to quite a bit of people. He could understand why though. Him, a wannabe, aspiring high school artist with no motivation to even lift up a pencil to sketch. Him, a working poor Brazilian boy who had a crime attached to his name though he knows he did not do it. Him, someone who no one would call “worthy.”
Theo growled to himself as he ran his hands through his purple hair and leaned back on his bed. He was hardly in the mood to play errand boy for an artist who did not even think it necessary to show his face. Nevertheless, his instructions were laid out for him and Theo already skipped many classes. He wasn’t even sure what his grades were looking like as of this point, but he was still on the attendance and his was still enrolled into the school, so he figured that he had to have been passing. That or the artist he worked for was paying for him to stay enrolled. Which is why he actually put effort into doing whatever his boss had told him to do. The last thing Theo had ever wanted was to be kicked out of Aurora and wandering the Silver Falls’ streets. So, he settled. A happy boss made for a peaceful existence. Grabbing a belt from his nearby belt and hat rack, he slid it through the loops of his dress slacks. If there was one thing the Afro-Brazilian boy figured he would be proud of would be his height. He was standing already at seventeen at 192 cms with promise to grow even further.
It made no sense. It was just a commission. Why would he have the need to dress up? Theodore kissed his teeth together as he conjured up a mirror in front of his desk from thin air. He placed it on his counter and stared into it. Currently, the tawny-skinned boy was half-naked, shirtless, which gave more than enough of a view of his surprisingly toned body. Looks, as of the current moment, was all that he had to his name. In the past, he had noticed when he first had to dress up for these events; it would be for an auction or charity. Something, worth dressing up for. For the past few months though, there were odd commissions that he would dress up for. Sometimes for the wealthy of Silver Falls. Other times, they were normal looking, middle class people. Sometimes, other artists who donned distressed or acid jeans with a whole bunch of smeared paint all over them. He would tell them what he was instructed to do, handle the money, and be dismissed for the evening. Other times, there were women to impress. At first it was interesting; fun even to have older women daunting on him. But then the insincere compliments started to bore him. Not bothering to wrack his brain over it, he dismissed the thought to the back of his mind, which brought him back to the present time and rather the present noise and thumping in the hallway.
Theo could hear voices and figured that it was probably some rowdy underclassmen. The usual. He shrugged turning his back from the door and opened a window. Pulling out a cigarette pack and a lighter he put the smoke stick between his lips until he could hear the panging noise of his own door opening and slamming close. His auric, feline slid towards the door to face a small, pale skin, blue eyed, blonde hair tomboy. A pretty little thing that if it were any other day and any other moment where he was not so annoyed, Theo would not have minded whispering whatever she wanted to hear in her naïve little ear. He arched a well-groomed eyebrow. Just who did the pipsqueak think he was barging into people’s room without permission?
His knowing, luminous eyes hardened as he blew out a cloud of smoke towards the kid’s direction. “You’re in the wrong wing querida.” He flicked the loose ash end of the cigarette out the window before mustering up a hateful glare. “So, get out.” If there was one thing he respected due to his mother’s upbringing, it was that he was not one to hit girls, but…other methods? Well, if it was to get his space back to himself, he was not totally beneath that.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 12:59:34 GMT
Kota was already winded. Only a single hallway, running down it as fast as he could caused this. Really, there was something to be said about that. He should focus on getting into better shape. More cardio. It wasn’t as if he were overweight; in fact, with his slim frame and skinny figure he was just a few pounds underweight. He knew he should try to gain some muscle. Eat a bit healthier. Maybe one day his efforts would pay off, and he wouldn’t be a walking target for bullies. Wouldn’t that be the day, he thought sarcastically.
And then, he spotted him.
What first came into his vision was a broad, tanned, shirtless chest staring at him from a mere few feet away – ironically, the very type of body he’d just been thinking of and was now slightly jealous over. Next came the hair – an odd, purple tone with a set of sharp golden eyes set in his direction. The boy was clearly a foreigner, but then again who wasn’t at this school? Kota had met all kinds of different people, and this guy in front of him wasn’t an exception. Yet there was something about him that intrigued Kota.
Maybe it was the fact that he was shirtless.
Kota realized at that moment he’d been staring, snapping his eyes back up away from the beautiful body to meet the other boy’s line of sight. Blue looking at gold. He spoke, and Kota listened intently to his deep voice. It was the carefully drawn, methodical type; nothing like his blunders of speech with a light tone to match.
It took him a second to process the guy’s words. Did he just say wrong wing? Everything seemed to spin in slow motion for Kota as another second ticked by, freezing him in place.
“I-I’m not a girl. And this is the guys’ dorms, so it’s my wing,” he snapped, surprised at his own angry tone. This mistake had happened more often in the past, and he honestly thought he’d finally outgrown that stage. Apparently he’d been mistaken. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d been confused as one, and with his petite frame he knew deep in his heart he couldn’t blame most people for the mistake. Still. It, nevertheless, was tiring and embarrassing to correct people. He was done being feminized. And after running down the hallway, out of breath, desperate to hide away from the hall monitor, he wasn’t in the mood to be mistaken as such.
Reality soon kicked in, and Kota realized he might’ve come across as a little harsh initially. After all, he did just barge into the guy’s room. He had nowhere else to go at this point, so might as well get along with the guy until the situation outside calmed down a bit.
“Look, I’m sorry,” he apologized, letting out a heavy sigh of defeat. Sliding down to the floor with his back still pressed against the door, he released a frustrated huff and ran a hand through his blonde locks of hair, staring up at the guy from his position on the floor. “To be honest, I’m hiding out,” he admitting, laughing out loud at his current predicament. Feeling his anger subsiding, Kota began to feel more like himself again as he explained his situation to the other boy in the room.
“The hall monitor’s looking for me, and I sort of panicked. I think it might be about paperwork for my dorm again, and I’ve had a lot on my plate. So I just didn’t want to deal with it.” He offered a friendly smile in the boy’s direction. “So, since we’re stuck together for the time being, mind telling me your name? I haven’t seen you in the dorms before. I’m Kota, a first year.” It would’ve been formal and polite to extend the introduction with a handshake, but Kota was too far away and had a feeling with the guy’s former tone he might bite his hand off.
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Post by Theo Silveira on Mar 19, 2017 16:54:26 GMT
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]we rise in the dying [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]Theo’s eyes followed the tomboy’s cerulean ones and found him staring at his own body. She had no shame did she? He had thought about grabbing his dress shirt, but the idea lapsed inside of his mind. The damage was done. What was there to hide? It was completely useless. Besides that, he was in his own room. Modesty, if anything was certainly optional for him.
“I-I’m not a girl. And this is the guys’ dorms, so it’s my wing,”
Oh ho, so the spitfire, little tomboy actually was a boy and with a little bit of a temper too. He took a long drawl out of his cigarette thinking of the various ways he could curve said disposition. He gave the younger male a long, almost-predatory looking once over as he spoke. Even though said boy had defiantly denied any femininity about him, could he truly blame Theo for mixing him up for a girl? He was practically built like one. There was a distinct difference in height for starters, Theo clearly the taller of the two. He was hardly toned in the muscle department. His skin was a smooth pale. Very much so contrast to his darker, mahogany skin. Where Theo’s eyes were salient, knowing, and defined, the boy’s larger, azure eyes before him were a bit naïve-looking, kinder, hopeful, purer. His features, rather than just handsome could be more so associated with being…“pretty.” It probably did nothing for an upperclassman’s reputation, but there was something about that purity, that hope that still shined in his eyes that tempted the older Brazilian boy to suppress…extinguish even.
Theodore kept on hand leaning slovenly against his desk. The cancer stick perched in his mouth as he watched the underclassman gather himself together. His emotions stemmed from a grain of annoyance to a more surrendering and placating demeanor. He apologized and Theo nearly wanted to roll his eyes at that one. For running into my room like you owned it or getting pissed with me for mistaking you like a girl? The thought ran through his head immediately knowing that somehow some way, this was going to lead to a sob story. Something the upperclassman was hardly interested in.
“The hall monitor’s looking for me, and I sort of panicked. I think it might be about paperwork for my dorm again, and I’ve had a lot on my plate. So I just didn’t want to deal with it.”
Ladies and gentleman, there it was. The audacity of this kid. A freshman. Kota so he introduced himself as, frankly Theo could hardly give one or multiple fucks. If he got himself into a bind, it would have to be something that he would have to get himself out of without barging into his private space. Languidly, the Afro-Brazilian slinked his way toward Kota, his luminous, halcyon eyes trained directly on him. With his left arm, he placed it around Kota’s back pulling him closer and towards the direction of the door while in turn opening said door with his free, right hand. Theo was beginning to grow unnerved that he had to repeat himself. “Well, querido, my name is ‘I really could give a shit.’” He pushed Kota harshly to the now open door and tossed him another glare. By now the kid had to get the message. He was not in the mood. Unfortunately, he had somewhere to be, and the last thing Theodore Silveira wanted was to get into more problems at the hand of a first year runt. “So this is the last time repeating myself; get out before I call whatever hall monitor is out there so they can find you, myself.” To the third year, if it was not for his benefit, it was a complete waste of time and as of the current moment, Kota was proving to be just that: a complete and utter waste of his time.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 15:05:52 GMT
Kota bit the inside of his cheek, trying to focus on the boy’s golden eyes rather than his golden body. It was rather distracting. Did the man have no decency? Well…he supposed he was the one who barged in the room, so that was fair enough. Still, the boy made no move since he barged in to grab a shirt or cover himself. He was about ready to offer the shirt off his own back so he wouldn’t have to keep avoiding the boy’s muscular chest, but he doubted the two were a similar size. Their height difference practically confirmed this.
Suddenly the boy moved in his direction, and Kota grew nervous. The guy certainly was intimidating to say the least, and his eyes appeared to cut right through him. He thought the boy might hold his hand out for a friendly shake in their introductions, or something else along those lines, so when he instead put his hand on his back to guide him out the door Kota blew out a huff of frustration. What was with this guy?
The boy then proceeded to threaten him with calling out to the hall monitor, something Kota couldn’t help but let out a laugh at. The image of this guy actually telling on him was comical. Easily ducking under the boy’s guiding arm, Kota proceeded to take a few steps back into the room and crossed his arms defiantly, a smirk crossing his features. “I didn’t think you were the type to snitch on a person in need. But by all means, go ahead if you feel the need to.” He was calling his bluff, something he felt positive he would win in the end. The boy didn’t seem like the type to go out of his way and rat others out, so Kota assumed he would be safe.
Then again, who’s to say what this boy would do. Kota hardly knew him, and the guy had hardly spoken to him in turn. All he knew was this feeling he had that the boy wouldn’t rat him out. And Kota tended to follow his gut.
Crossing the room, he flopped down on the guy’s bed and made himself comfy, back stretched out and arms under his head for support. “So,” he started after a while, gazing up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “What’s kay-ree-do mean anyway? It’s not an insult, is it? I don’t remember much from my Spanish classes, other than how to ask for the bathroom. But that’s okay – that’s the most important thing, wouldn’t you agree?” He laughed at that.
“Actually…” Kota suddenly propped himself up on the bed, now in a sitting position as he stared over at the boy. “Could you teach me Spanish? There’s these guys that speak it in one of my classes, and I always have a feeling they’re talking about me. It makes me paranoid. Imagine if I walked in there one day and just spoke the language right back to them. That would be awesome!”
Kota realized at this point he was going on a tangent, but he couldn’t help himself. He tended to do so when he felt nervous in situations, and this particular one definitely warranted anxiety. On top of that, the guy was difficult to read. He didn’t exactly have an expressive face – not like Kota, anyway.
It was at that moment Kota glanced lower and noticed the dress pants, raising a brow as he did so. “Are you going somewhere? You should probably put a shirt on if you are.” He grinned at his joke, but secretly hoped the guy would take his advice. It was getting difficult to not stare.
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Post by Theo Silveira on Mar 29, 2017 19:01:53 GMT
[attr="class","trying"] [attr="class","we1"] [attr="class","lost1"]we rise in the dying [attr="class","rise"] [attr="class","dying1"] [attr="class","mouths1"]He could not take a hint. The younger boy just could not take a hint and he was completely riding Theo's last nerve. A huff of air followed by a brief frown showed up on Kota's face and Theo matched it evenly with an attitude of his own, but what had made him completely raise and eyebrow and honestly re-evaluate just how he would get the first year out of his room was his comeback. He could hold his own. That much was for sure:
“I didn’t think you were the type to snitch on a person in need. But by all means, go ahead if you feel the need to.” He had slid easily from underneath of Theo's imposing arm leaving the elder boy still facing towards the door. Was that a smirk he saw? Dakota had made his stance clear. He was not going to leave and Theo's room was going to become his refuge. But what had infuriated him even further was the fact that they did not know each other at all, yet he seemed to already know, or at least trust in the idea that Theo was not going to tell. He was right though. The Brazilian native was not one to snitch at all. His lips were sealed when it came to the secrets of those he trusted and of his own and that was certainly due to the life he had back home in Sao Paulo. Slowly, Theo slinked around to face the blonde, placing his hands in his pockets giving him a less than desired, annoyed look. He seemed so unbothered and defenseless, having the gall to make himself comfortable on his bed, rambling into a tangent while simultaneously managing to screw up one of his mother tongues. Inwardly, he cringed. Accents not being placed properly, but he was a westerner. An American, so he presumed and that was to be expected. He let it roll off of his back.
"Actually...Could you teach me Spanish? There’s these guys that speak it in one of my classes, and I always have a feeling they’re talking about me. It makes me paranoid. Imagine if I walked in there one day and just spoke the language right back to them. That would be awesome!"
Theo said nothing. He simply walked towards the boys sitting form letting out another breath of smoke before placing the cigarette into a near by tray. "Porque eu deveria, hm?" As he approached the bed, he placed his hands besides Kota's thighs encasing the boy without much room to escape. He wanted to stay here. So be it. But this kid was not going to take completely control over a domain that did not even belong to him and think he would take temporary residence living here scotch free. His golden eyes bore down into Kota's cerulean pools. Truly, Theo had towered over him inclining his head forward. "Tu entras no meu quarto...Fazes confortável. Mas quanto a mim, hm?"
Easily, he had managed to have Dakota pressed against the bed in what Theo would consider under any other circumstance a rather desirable and possibly compromising position. Then again to Theo, a pretty boy such Dakota underneath of him was definitely a desired position. Purple locks hung around the Afro-Brazilian's eyes. "Asking me to teach you Spanish. Demanding that you stay in my room..." He had easily switched to English, but his voice was nothing but a buzzing purr in Dakota's ear. "You're quite the needy one aren't you?" Theo licked his lips, the closure part of his tongue ring quickly sweeping across before tilting Kota's chin up to face his eyes directly. "If you're asking for a favor, you need to make an exchange." Theo's eyes cascaded slowly from the crown of Dakota's head across his sweet features and landed on his pants. The suggestion was more than obvious in his luminescent eyes. Let it be said that Theo was still agitated for him showing up in his room, but since he was not getting to the boy, he figured scaring him off sexually might have worked. Either the boy would get weirded or grossed out and leave or become offended. Either way, the end result was that he would hopefully leave. Frankly, Theo hardly cared. He was running out of options before he would throw Kota out of his window and continue on with his day, but a reaction might have provided more than enough amusement for him.
"So just what are you going to do for me?"
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Kota gave the bed he sat upon a slight bounce with his rear, hearing the springs of the mattress creak under his weight. He was already getting used to being in the foreign room. And was it slightly bigger than his own dorm? His cheeks puffed out childishly at the thought, annoyance crossing his features. He didn’t think the dorm rooms were different sizes – except the ones on the top floor he heard rumors about. Supposedly those dorms were more like apartments. Part of him wanted to check one out to see the luxurious dorms, but another part knew he’d never need that much room to himself.
He was also grateful that the boy chose not to rat him out, this evident by him taking a few steps away from the door. Good. Kota made the right call – something that didn’t always end up in his favor. In fact, more times than not he made poor decisions that tended to backfire on him. Sometimes it even created enemies. He wondered if he was about to make one this very moment. The other boy in the room was clearly well-built and in shape. If he wanted, he could easily lift Kota and toss him out by force.
But he had yet to do that, which told Kota this was an okay guy. He wasn’t the forceful type.
At least, that’s what he thought before the boy trapped him on the bed.
Long, tanned arms on both sides of his thighs, Kota was met with sharp golden eyes staring him down, speaking in that same foreign language. Not this again. Instead of being intimidated, he held his ground and stared right back, waiting till he paused in his native tongue before giving him a piece of his mind. “What part of no espanol don’t you understand?” Kota huffed, blue eyes narrowed. “Me. No. Comprende.” He didn’t particularly care if he was butchering the language, as long as the message got across.
Suddenly, the boy switched from Spanish to English, his transition smooth and well-practiced. “You’re quite the needy one aren’t you?” he whispered, and Kota already knew where this was going. How did he get himself into these situations? Confirming his thoughts, the boy grasped his chin and forced him to make eye contact before lowering his own golden eyes to Kota’s pants, slowly, talking about an exchange.
Kota had had enough experience in his lifetime dealing with people who wanted something from him. Usually it was bullies, and he’d been abused in more ways than one. This guy, however, had yet to force himself onto Kota, which told him if he hadn’t already done it, he wouldn’t. He wasn’t a bully. He was trying to scare him.
Kota suddenly broke out into a wide grin, clearly seeing through the guy’s act.
“Nice try,” he breathed back, blue eyes locked on gold. “But I don’t scare easily. You would’ve made a move already if you wanted to.” And with that, he called his second bluff of the day. Kota was beginning to feel more confident in himself the more time he spent with this guy. He’d been difficult to read at first, but Kota was beginning to see through his game.
Although that didn’t calm his racing heartbeat from their close proximity.
Still, he kept his brave face on, not letting the other guy see him sweat. A cocky smirk crossing his features, Kota maintained eye contact as he added, “So have I earned the right to hideout here? Or are you going to try scaring me off again?”
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