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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 26, 2017 6:03:04 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] It had definitely been a long day for the boy, and he wanted nothing more than to wind down and continue the project he had been working on for the past month or so. Of course, he would never say what the purpose of said project was. Anyone who asked just got his normal hateful glare and some sort of growl. After all, it wasn't like Amos really liked people. Still, he sat in the music room through his lunch period writing down and playing some of the music that he was working on. "As talented as ever I see, monsieur Vang." The boy looked up at the teacher that stood there and just made a sort of grunt noise in response. Still, it was obvious that he was frustrated.
"I can't seem to get this one part to.. Flow. You know?"
"Oui." Of course, it helped that the teacher was French, and was also teaching Amos more of the language than he already learned in class. Practicing French while practicing music always seemed to help him remember it even more. "let us hear it hmm?" His accent was much thicker than Michael's, but still, he could understand it. He nodded towards the teacher as the older male moved over to sit next to the albino at the piano. Amos began to play, nice and soft at first, but gradually increased the sound. The teacher would nod every now and then as he read over the sheet music the boy had been working on. And he heard it immediately when the other got stuck. "Ahh. Here. Try..." The teacher went about playing a bit next to him, and Amos just watched, playing a bit along with him.
"Heh. That's perfect. Thanks."
"Pas de problème! You play beautifully!" The teacher stood and went back into his office and left Amos to his devices for the remainder of the period. However, there was someone else who had decided to come in early. Normally that wasn't a problem, as Amos generally tried to ignore whoever was there. But for a split second he stopped and looked towards the other, thinking that perhaps Michael had caught him playing in secret. Perhaps his surprise was utterly ruined now. But at a second glance, his crimson eyes narrowed slightly towards the approaching male. A small growl rose in his throat as the blonde approached the piano, resting a hand on the top of it before leaning against it completely.
"Fancy meeting you here~"
"Fuck off." Amos growled and began to pack up his things, but before he could, the other male grabbed the sheet music. "Give it to me."
"Ooh~ So skilled! Did you write this?"
"It's none of your god damn business. Now give it to me." The albino's voice was low and irritated as he continually glared at the blonde.
The older male leaned down, putting the music behind his back and moving mere inches from the albino's beautiful face. "Give me kiss, and they're yours~"
Of course, Amos wasn't one for games and proceeded to headbutt the other male straight in his stupid face, standing and snatching the sheets as he did so, kneeing him in the stomach as he bent over in pain for good measure. "Monsieur Vang!" Amos huffed and looked over towards the teacher. "You cannot just attack students! We talked about this!"
"But he-!"
"Pas d'excuses! I will see the both of you for detention after school!"
"What!? No I can't! I have... I..." Well shit. At least his boss was a nice enough guy to let him call in late...
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It didn't take long for the albino to sneak up on his boyfriend. Sure, it was hard to sneak up on Michael most of the time, but Amos wasn't your normal average sneak either. So he stood there for a moment, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Ahh. Distraction A. Lukas de'Enguarde. The feline male approached the other for a few moments, handing him a notebook, which Amos had recently come to ignore, as it happened nearly every day. He often grew curious as to what could possibly be in them, but it wasn't his business. Still, he used the opportunity to sneak up on the blonde, and place his hands over his eyes. Of course it was a stupid little thing wasn't it? But still, the albino smiled and dropped his hands to wrap his arms around the other's waist.
Luka chuckled a bit at their behavior, wondering if Michael would still freak out about people seeing them together after six whole months or not. Still, Amos didn't linger long, moving to lean against the lockers. "Anyways. Thanks. I'll see you guys later. I have to actually go see my siblings..." Luka sighed and waved a goodbye to them before sulking off.
Amos crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head a bit. "I've got detention..." Usually the albino kept himself out of trouble, keeping his head down and ignoring most everyone, but this new guy really pissed him off on a regular basis. There were still a few classes left in the day, so he didn't have to worry about it too much just yet. Still, he figured he should at least tell Michael about it. "I headbutted a rich kid." Speaking of rich kids... Amos growled. "That rich kid."
He was unsure if the two had made acquaintances yet or not, but he was rather sure that Alistair had been stalking him for awhile, after all, when he had first appeared at the school, his hair had been brown. And he would get little cards in his locker on a regular basis from that creep. Though, he had never actually mentioned any of it to Michael. "Amos! Haa! So lovely seeing you again!" The albino narrowed his gaze as the other seemed just fine walking up and grabbing his hands, which he of course yanked away. "And who is this, hmm? Is he bothering you?"
"He's my boyfriend. Now fuck off."
"Oooh? So I was right~ You do have a type~"
Nope. He had to remain calm. He couldn't just go off on this guy and add to his detention time now could he? "Okay. Sure. Now kindly fuck off."
But the older blonde paid no regard to Amos or Michael, moving to back the albino against the lockers, putting an arm up on either side of him to block any sort of escape and leaned rather close to him again. Seriously this guy was asking for it again now wasn't he? "I betcha he can't do for you what I could..." Fuck it.
Another headbutt. Good fucking gods he needed to stop doing that... Amos stood disoriented for a few seconds before grabbing Michael's wrist and pulling him away from the scene before he could be implicated again. It didn't take long for Amos to pull them both into a bathroom where he leaned against a wall. Well. That was certainly eventful now wasn't it?
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 26, 2017 23:39:18 GMT
Michael had been meeting Luka at different places throughout the campus to go over things that were written down in the third year's notebook, always giving him his own advice and even altering a few things written down himself. Though this day he had been waiting by some lockers he rarely ever visited, a hand in his pocket as he waited for the male. By the time he arrived and gave him the notebook, he promptly opened it to scan his eyes over the newest entries. "Hmm..." He tapped his finger against the opened notebook in thought, currently oblivious to the fact that he was being snuck up on. When hands covered his eyes, the normally calm and collected blonde jumped slightly with a small noise as he snapped the notebook shut. He glanced over his shoulder when the hands were removed only to have arms wrap around his waist from behind. However, it had just been his boyfriend and a light blush dusted his cheeks for several moments as he handed the notebook back to Luka. His attention fully moved back to Luka once Amos had detached himself from him, nodding a little to his words. "We'll talk business later," he responded curtly before he turned to face his boyfriend as he crossed his arms and tilted his chin up and his head to the side slightly. His brow raised at the albino's words of having detention, saying nothing as he allowed him to speak on. Once he had, a sigh escaped the French teen and gave him a small, reprimanding look. "You peasants... Always getting into trouble." He spoke, about to say something else to him when another figure approached and dared to grab his boyfriend's hands. A disgusted and annoyed look crossed the teen's face as he seemed to be looking into a mirror at this annoying copycat, getting far more annoyed at how he practically pinned his boyfriend to the lockers and offered his own... "Better" services to the albino. He was about to go ahead and pull out his gun on the teen when Amos had taken the liberty to headbutt him, momentarily looking dazed before grabbing his wrist and fleeing the scene with him. Michael did not object to that whatsoever as he just wanted to get away from that creep. However, as they entered the bathroom he gave his boyfriend another look. "Bathroom? Really?" He spoke, shaking his head a little. Though he looked over his boyfriend and put his arm against his chest, having no problem with pinning him against the wall he leaned against. "Let me pull a few strings to get you out of detention with that creep... And give him longer time." He spoke, resting his other hand on his boyfriend's hip to avoid touching it against the bathroom wall. "And I won't take no for an answer so..." Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 1:47:33 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos made an "oof" noise as he was pinned against the wall, and for a second or two he looked a bit frightened, but he shook it off rather easily. He should really be used to being pushed against things by this point, especially by this particular blonde. Michael mentioned something about letting him get him out of detention but he shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I'll do it. Besides, I already told my boss I was gonna be late tonight." Amos shifted to make himself a bit more comfortable and pulled away from the other male a bit. "He gave me the rest of the night off, said not to worry about it. So if I'm going to miss work, I might as well just do the stupid thing." In all honesty, Amos was rarely ever in any real trouble. A stern warning here or there, but usually it was because he was protecting other kids, like Luka's tiny little ass. But of course, it wasn't like it was going to be easy to get Michael to drop the whole thing. "How about we get some dinner after or something huh? I could make you your favorite. I was... I mean err..." His face darkened and he shook his head. "Nevermind."
Of course he now began to avoid eye contact and moved away from the wall and the other male and went over to the counter and hopped up on it. "Just a few more minutes and hopefully he'll have ended his search and I can get to class. What do you have next? I've got.. er.. I've got French..." Did Michael even know that he had been taking that class? Then again, he had been taking it since the beginning of the year, before he had even met the blonde. Still, it wasn't like he ever actually talked to Michael in his native tongue. he supposed maybe one of these days he probably should.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 27, 2017 3:56:22 GMT
At Amos' words of dealing with the detention, Michael frowned a bit. He was seriously going to take that detention with that creep? "Well if he gave you the rest of the night off we might as well just go do something then rather than you being stuck with that creep." He told him with a slight huff, stepping back as Amos pulled away. His head tilted slightly at his words of going to get some dinner after his detention and then making his favorite meal only to trail off with a darkened blush crossing his features and dismissing it. Now, that was suspicious... He tried to keep eye contact with his boyfriend but to no avail, so he watched his boyfriend move off to go sit on the counter. He crossed his arms and gave him a small look as he tried to change the subject, soon blinking as he mentioned having French next. He hadn't known he had been taking a French course... He moved over to him and placed his hands on his legs, since he didn't want to really touch the counter because who knew who did what in here, and leaned forward towards him a little - trapping him there. "Okay, no more running. How long have you been taking French? You know, I could easily help you if you need any... Given that I'm from France." He spoke, tapping his fingers against his legs lightly. A small hum escaped him before he shifted his hands to just rest his arms across his legs, though also made sure to not apply too much pressure from leaning against him like that. "I don't trust that he'll be waiting for you. I'll walk you to your next class. Screw what everyone else thinks." He told him, his voice and expression obviously making it clear that he wouldn't take no for an answer. Besides, he had a few calls to make to...pull a few strings whether Amos liked it or not anyway. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 4:06:36 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos made a noise as Michael approached him and put his hangs on his legs. Oh course he really did need to get used to Michael touching him. It had been six months but still.. It was difficult when he hated it so much. "Err. I've been taking it since I started here... And I don't exactly... Need help. French isn't really a hard language to learn..." After all, he did already speak three others not including English. Though, his Italian and Russian were sketchy at best.
The albino blinked a bit at Michael mentioning that he'd walk him to class. "Oh? You're ready to take that step are you?" Of course, broadcasting their relationship was always something they both agreed to not really do. Amos sneaking up and randomly hugging him from behind only ever lasted seconds at best, otherwise, he normally kept a strict hands off sort of policy. Lately though, things had started to shift in their relationship, and he knew eventually he'd have to actually make some sort of better commitment and actually enjoy physical contact instead of always running away from it. But still, he was uncomfortable, even now in private. Amos shifted a bit beneath the other male and lightly pushed Michael off of him before hopping down and going to peek his head out of the bathroom door.
"Gyah!"
"Hellooo beautiful~"
"Son of a-!" Amos wasted no time slamming the door back shut and leaning back against it, clicking the lock on the door just for some sort of safe measure.
"Oh come on now... Don't play like that."
Amos huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well. Now what? Fuck detention. My ass is about to go to prison for stabbing a prick."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 27, 2017 4:58:23 GMT
A blush crossed Michael's features at Amos' comment on taking things to the next step of their relationship. "N-no! But if it's to keep that freak away from you then by gods I will!" He responded, allowing himself to be pushed away and took a few steps back as he watched him walk over to the bathroom door. He closed his eyes and sighed as he opened his mouth to say something but closed it instead as his boyfriend wound up discovering just who was on the other side of the door. His blush had died down by then and after a few moments he opened his eyes and walked over to Amos and placed a hand over his mouth as he reached his other hand back to pull out his gun, lifting it up for him to see. "Won't have to," he simply responded as he slowly pulled his hand away from his mouth and pulled him away from the door and behind him. "Okay, when we have the chance... Make a break for it, alright? Don't stop or look back." He told him a serious expression in his eyes as he then turned his attention to the door and unlocked it at the same time as he clicked the safety off of his gun to mask the sound of that. He then flung open the door and pointed the gun at the copycat's leg, pulling the trigger once before he moved forward and slammed his foot into the boy's gut to knock him back. He then moved to stomp his foot against where he shot him, applying pressure there greatly to hurt him as much as he could. "Stay the fuck away from Amos, got it? If I see you or even hear that you were within twenty feet of him... I'll shove this gun into your mouth and pull the trigger." He threatened him calmly but very coldly. "Amos, get to class now. I'll make sure he doesn't follow." He spoke without taking his eyes off of the other blonde teen. He moved to shift his weight more on his injured leg briefly before he moved to slam his heel against his stomach and ribs, aiming to try and break at least one rib in the process. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 5:38:54 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos shook his head as the blonde pulled the gun out of his belt. "You do know that it's illegal to carry weapons right?" Not that it really stopped him from carrying a knife everywhere that he went, tucked away in his shoe. Still, knives were much easier than guns. Less traceable, less noticeable. but still he sighed and moved aside for Michael to do whatever it was that he was going to do. Though, he hadn't honestly expected his boyfriend to shoot the other male in the leg. "Well fuck! This is NOT how we stay out of trouble you idiot!"
The other blonde cried out in pain as the bullet tore through his leg, and he was greeted with quite a few other hits as well, but still, he just smirked. Michael had told him to run, but he just... Couldn't. Not with teachers starting to appear. Class was really the last thing on his mind right now. "Monsieur Vang! Monsieur Cousteau! What on earth is going on here!? Oh goodness, Monsieur Westley!? Are you alright? Don't you two move." Amos just lowered his head a bit and nodded at the teacher, though a few others were standing around just to make sure that the kids stayed put. After all, there was nothing like a gunshot to draw a crowd.
"Ahh. Ahh. I am alright." The older blonde nodded and just scooted back to lean against the wall. "I can't believe he bloody shot me!" Of course he pointed directly at Michael, though there wasn't really any denying that he had done it. By that time, a few more teachers had showed up and Shai had been summoned, and was pushing people aside.
"Oh goodness. This won't do at all. Can you walk Sir Westley?" The other blonde nodded a bit and with the help of the doctor he made it to his feet and into a wheelchair that Shai had someone bring up. Of course the blonde made a spectacle of it, and Shai just shook his head, pausing and whispering something to Amos before he kept going.
"Now. You two. Best come with me to see the principal yes? This is quite a serious matter." The music teacher ushered them both onwards towards the main building. "You'll be lucky if he doesn't press charges. Even luckier if you don't get expelled. Honestly... You're so promising, Monsieur Vang." He shook his head and pulled his long violet hair back behind him.
But Amos said nothing to his defense. But it wasn't like he really had anything to say. Once they reached the office, the teacher sat them both down. "Now. I'll need the numbers of your parents. You have committed a serious crime. Whether or not it gets reported to the police is one thing, but they will need to come down here and discuss this with you both and the principal. Do you understand?" Still, Amos said nothing.
After a few moments the boys were summoned into the principal's office, where a blonde woman in a Victorian styled dress stood next to her desk, waiting for them. "Have a seat boys." She waited for them to be seated before doing so herself. "Do you understand the predicament that you have caused hmm? The boy you shot belong to the Royal Family of England. He's quite high up there as far as political standing goes. And yes, Michael, I am aware of your standing in France. I am truly hoping that your parents and his will both chalk it up to 'boys will be boys' and leave it at that before it becomes some sort of political nightmare. But that will be up to them. His parents have already been informed and are flying in from London this evening. And yours will be arriving tomorrow morning. There will be a meeting between us here sometime tomorrow. But as of the moment, you find yourself suspended, awaiting further action."
She paused and looked towards the albino who was very rigid and nervous. "As for you... The only number on file we have is for our school nurse. The other names and numbers in your file are falsified. Do you mind telling me how to get ahold of your parents?" She waited for some sort of response, but there was none. "Mister Vang?" Still, there was nothing. "I am unaware of your involvement in this, but at the moment, you are just a witness. However, if you cannot provide me with proper information-"
"I don't have any parents. I don't have any siblings, aunts or uncles or grandparents. I don't have anyone to contact. There's just me."
The principal looked at him a bit more. "Is that so?" But again, he was silent. "Very well. Your status will be pending as well. Once we get this all sorted out, I will revisit your student application. But for now, you are also suspended. I would suggest that you begin to pack your things. We are not an orphanage. You also have broken the law, falsifying legal documents. But I will deal with you after this PR nightmare you both have caused. Now go. Back to the dorms with the both of you." Amos stood and rigidly bowed, his hands curled into fists at his side. "Any more trouble from either of you and it's expulsion."
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Amos was silent the whole way back to the dorm, but he fumed with anger. It wouldn't really be hard to even see that. He made it in with little trouble and practically kicked his own door down and just sort of started doing what she had told him to, packing up what little shit he did have, throwing it into bags. Of course, he was aware that Michael had probably no doubt followed him, but still he made no sort of eye contact or made any sort of attempt at communicating.
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 27, 2017 17:20:20 GMT
Michael had to force himself from pummeling that freak when teachers had begun to show up, clicking the safety on his gun and shoving it back into its holster. However, when Amos was addressed his face grew a little red in rage and he spat out quite a few words in French that would have made the violet-haired teacher blush at the man as well as that copycat. He glared at everyone who was gathered and also acting as if Amos had any part of it. "Why are you defending a fucking stalker?! You should be getting onto him about it for following us and looking like me! Amos had nothing to do with it except for being a damn victim by that freak!" He snapped, having to restrain himself from attacking the boy again at the show he made of getting into the wheelchair to be taken away. He growled a little as both he and Amos were taken to the principal's office, everyone seeming deaf about the fact that Amos had nothing to do with it. Once at the office, Michael reluctantly sat down and glared at the teacher once he spoke once more. He spat another few words at him in French and again chewed him off for including Amos in the situation. "Serious crime my ass! He's a fucking freak and stalker! Oh, but don't tell me... You just applause his stalker ways!" He snapped to him, standing once more as looking just about ready to attack the teacher then. "He's a crime in of itself! Impersonating me and stalking! Screw his status! That's unforgivable!" He snapped, very reluctant on giving his parents number. He was a bit pissed by how quiet Amos was and not defending himself, but he spat out a few other words after the teacher once more in his native tongue as he departed. Soon enough they were called into the principal's office and seated, Michael's hands shaking a bit in fury and just itching to attack once more. He glared at her from her words, soon rising to his feet as he slammed his hands on the desk. Again, he snapped quite a few words in French towards her before switching to English. "Amos had nothing to do with it! All he did was witness it and be stalked by that freak!" He snapped, his hands stinging a bit from slamming them against the desk. But even she seemed deaf to his words as she continued on, his hands curling into fists. When she turned her attention to Amos, Michael growled a little but glanced over to him throughout his silence and her probing. He was about to snap at her once more when he spoke up, claiming he was an orphan. The blonde teen stared at Amos in stunned silence for a few moments. Wrote his attention moved back to the principal at her next words. "You know what, ma'am? Fuck your school. Fuck your rules. Fuck. You. He shouldn't be punished for something he had no part of, you fucking bitch!" Yeah, he'd probably regret saying that later... But holy fuck he so wanted to say that now. ~~~~~~ Michael had followed Amos all the way to his dorm, scowling at everyone who caught his line of sight along the way. Once there he watched Amos pack his things before he just moved over to a wall to punch it as hard as he could, hearing a small crack but ignoring any pain that erupted from his hand. "GAH! FUCK THEM ALL!" He shouted a little before he huffed and turned towards Amos and approached him a little but also gave him his space. "You shouldn't be kicked out for this! Fuck documents, you're attending school! That's fucking more important than that!" He spoke, shaking his head as he tried to not move his right hand so much. "I'm not going to let you go live on the streets, dammit! You're coming with me! I've got to take responsibility anyway but.." He shook his head again in frustration, not wanting Amos to think he was only doing it because he possibly got him temporarily kicked out. "Fuck everything! They should be getting onto that freak for being a fucking stalker and trying to impersonate me! That was only a .22 caliber! That shot? That was nothing compared to what my .45 caliber could do! Especially that close!" He snapped a bit, soon going to lean against the wall as he crossed his arms and carefully, if not discretely, cradled his right one. "Tch... He's not going to get off scot-free. I'll make sure he doesn't. If there's something I can do, it's that! And making sure you don't have to stay on the streets. Damn those idiots! It's like they're deaf!" He then moved his right arm away and used his left hand to pull out his phone to call Luka since he couldn't really text at the moment, his hand now showing obvious signs of that inability now. "Luka! Get you scrawny ass over here! I'm at Amos' dorm. And don't ask any questions, gods! Just get the fuck over here will you?!" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 17:41:12 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos just quielty continued to pack his things and let Michael rant. After all, he was pissed off too, but it wasn't like there was shit he could do about any of it. And getting in the blonde's way would probably only lead to them attacking each other, and with the mood they were both in, death seemed sort of a likely outcome. He let Michael call Luka, not that he really wanted the extra company. Michael was even pushing it for him right now. But he didn't bother with saying anything about that either. Amos wasn't really the type of person to show his emotions.
But once Michael hung up the phone he just shook his head and sat on the floor by his dresser, going through his clothing, trying to figure out what would be best to take with. "I am here illegally, Michael. I knew I ran the risk of being found out from day one. I don't have a sponsor, I don't have an adoptive family, I have an illegal job since I'm underage. Sure, what happened had nothing to do with me, but it still gave them reason to look into my files. You shot someone. You broke several rules and committed a crime. Over me. And some fucking asshole." He paused as there was a knock on his door. "Oh just come in, I know you can."
Luka did exactly that, after all, his dorm wasn't far from Amos's and he had already been there as he didn't have afternoon classes. "Hey. I'm working it out alright? For now you can stay in the dorms and-"
"Fuck it. I don't want to. I got expelled alright? So what. I have enough money saved up for a small apartment, otherwise I have other places I can go. So fuck it."
"Amos. Look, I've already got things-"
"Enough! Gods. Fucking get out! Both of you.." He growled a bit and huffed before running a hand through his hair and leaning back against his bed. "Thank you for your concern. But I'm fine. I've been fine on my own my whole god damn life. Being kicked out of school doesn't change that."
"You're not being kicked out Amos. Michael, maybe. But not you."
"Yeah... Sure.."
"It's true! I... Err.. I may have already hacked into the school's files and well..." Luka paused for a moment, acting a bit sheepish. "I'm sponsoring you. I have my own funds and my own reputation, and I'm nearly a legal adult. There's nothing in the rules stating that a student can't be sponsored by another student."
"Like hell you are! I'm not some fucking freeloader!"
"No, of course your not. You can still pay your own tuition if you want to. I know how you work Amos. But you saved my life that day and plenty of days since, and without you around I don't really know what I'd do without you around to save my scrawny little ass."
Amos sat back and let out an irritated sigh. "So what now...?"
"Well, there's still paperwork to fill out, but that's mostly on me, and my mother will have nothing to do with it until after things are solved with.. Well.. Everything else. Until then you're on probation. Stick to the dorms, stay out of trouble, and unfortunately call in to work because if you sneak off campus you might not be able to get back in."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 27, 2017 18:35:32 GMT
Michael shook his head as Amos spoke, not saying anything to further cool his head. When Luka arrived he listened to the both of them for several minutes before running his left hand through his hair. "Gods! None of this would have happened if that fucking creep hasn't started stalking Amos! He's lucky I only shot him with my .22 caliber!" He spoke up, anger still evident across his features. He then turned his full attention onto Luka, stepping towards him. "Can't you do anything about that creep? He's fucking impersonating me and, as stated before, stalking Amos! I'd rather kill him than let him get off scot-free because he's some form of fucking royalty. Royalty my ass!" He closed an eye as he clenched his teeth together when he had moved his right arm slightly, pain bursting to life for him once more. He then went about pacing the room a bit, agitated from the entire thing. "I could care less if I'm expelled, I can always buy my way back in. Might have a new reputation but screw it! Screw that freak! Next time I see him I'll have my .45 on me! See what he tries to pull then!" He then moved to sit on the edge of Amos' bed with an annoyed huff, his right arm hovering a bit over his leg before he carefully moved to cradle it then. "He knows Amos and I are dating too! Yet he just won't fucking stop!" Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 27, 2017 18:58:44 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos shook his head. "Yeah cuz it's all some other guy's fault that you carry an illegal weapon on school property and pull it out all the time and fire it at people." He muttered quietly. Sure, he hated the guy. But it wasn't like Amos was some pretty princess that needed protecting all the fucking time. He was more than capable of handling himself when it came down to it.
Luka sighed as things were turned in his direction. "And what exactly do you want me to do? Is there any proof of these allegations? Cuz right now it looks like you shot a kid for trying to enter the bathroom. It's not that I don't believe you, but if this guy does press charges and does take you to court, that's all they're going to see on the camera footage."
"Oh sweet fucking gods there's cameras..." Amos shook his head and pulled his knees up to his chin. Amos curled up a bit more, just trying to ignore whatever conversation there was. Really, why were these people even in his room?
"And if it caused this much trouble over a not so serious wound, carrying around a bigger gun and threatening the life of a prince is probably not the greatest idea. To hell with getting expelled, you'll be deported. And probably pretty lucky if you don't start some sort of political war between your two countries, or get imprisoned for life, or worse."
Amos finally had enough and stood up, practically kicking Luka out the door. He then turned and faced Michael, pulling him up by his not injured wrist and shoving him towards the door too. "Out! I just want to be alone right now. So get out."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 28, 2017 15:38:09 GMT
Michael grumbled at Luka's words, just getting more irritated at the fact that there were cameras capturing it all. "Dammit! Isn't there some fucking law against stalking? And do something about destroying the security footage. I'll pay you even if you have money already. Besides, you need my help either way." He spoke, giving Luka a pointed, and knowing, look. However, he blinked as Amos kicked Luka out and then eventually grabbed his non-injured wrist and dragged him out as well. "Wai-- Amos!" He spoke, feeling a bit guilty now as he, too, was kicked out of his boyfriend's dorm. He stood in the hall with Luka, uttering a few curses in French and then Romanian. "Damn... This is all that freak's fault. If he hasn't been getting so close like that..." He spoke, scowling at everything at the moment as he glanced to Luka. "Come on... Let's just see what you can do for us... Or rather me." ~~~~~~ The next day had unfortunately come, the blonde teen's parents and eldest brother had arrived to the campus with a plethora of body guards, several having been appointed to the teen and disarmed him despite not being able to shoot his gun now that his right arm was in a cast and sling. So much for punching walls... However, the several bodyguards continued to follow Michael around, currently the boy fuming as his older brother scolded him in French and then to Romanian to make sure no one could really understand them as their parents were currently in a meeting with that of the freak's parents. Gods, how he wished for that freak to not get off scot-free for impersonating or even stalking his boyfriend! Though speaking of which... He straightened up when he caught sight of him, about to get up and go over to the albino when he remembered his eldest brother there. Right, he forgot... Peasants were bad. However, his brother took notice of his change of behavior and glanced over to the albino and then questioned him a few times, Michael shaking his head and responding back to try and hide the fact that the albino was, indeed, his boyfriend. Though he waved his boyfriend over all the same, if not cautiously and warily, as he glanced towards his brother and then the direction where the meeting was currently being held. Shit, if they found out... He shook his head slightly and nodded his head a little in greeting to the albino, biting the corner of his mouth on the inside a bit to keep from smiling. "Brother, this is Amos... My servant." He spoke slowly, his mind turning on what he could pass the albino off as other than his boyfriend. His eldest brother looked the albino over before looking back to Michael with an unamused expression, crossing his arms as he gave him a pointed look which made Michael lower his gaze after a few moments and shift where he sat in an uncomfortable manner. "Unique but poor taste. Might as well just say goodbye to him if mother and father decide taking you out is better. Tch, shame on you!" He scolded Michael, soon going off in another rant in French which made Michael seem more and more uncomfortable, if not guilty, the more he talked. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 28, 2017 17:17:02 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Amos sighed and leaned back against his door after kicking the two out, sliding down to the floor and bringing his knees up to his chest. Gods.. What the fuck had he gotten himself into now?
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The next day came much quicker than he had wanted it to. The boy was a mess as he made his way to the principal's office. He wore a black cargo pants and a dark hoodie, puled up over his head to hide the fact that his hair was a total disaster. He had some dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep he had gotten the previous night, and all in all just looked rather awful. But it wasn't like he really cared how other people saw him anyways, especially not now. He was early and just flopped down in one of the chairs, just waiting for his life to end.
It wasn't long before Alistair and his parents showed up, with a few highly trained body guards, and went straight into the principal's office. Of course, the boy was on crutches and Amos scooted further into his chair and pulled his hood a little farther down over his face. He felt lucky that the other didn't seem to notice him. Not long after, Michael's parents, along with his brother, a handful of body guards, and of course the blonde himself.
Amos noticed Michael's little wave, but ignored it anyways. At least at first, but then he huffed and stood up, sticking his hands in his pockets as he made his way over. Did he really have to talk to them? Still, he stopped about a foot away from the two of them, just sort of staring at the floor. It wasn't like he wanted to be there, but he was called in as some sort of key witness.
Servant? The albino snorted. "Like hell I am." He muttered, shaking his head. Six months and that was all he had to say? A servant? Amos rolled his eyes and went back to his chair, plopping back down. "Go fuck yourself."
"Michael, Amos. The principal will see you both now." Amos wasted no time getting up and practically storming his way into the office. he didn't really care about any of the people in thee, and just made his way to a seat ad plopped down in it. If he was going to be in trouble, he might as well act like he was a trouble kid.
"Amos. Hood off please."
"Tch." He growled a bit and removed it with a bit of attitude.
"Now. I would like to hear the story from the children themselves. So. Please. What happened?"
"That fuck is harassing me. he's been following me around, leaving notes in my locker, grabbing onto me in the hallways. I went to get away from him, and he followed me to the bathroom. Since I didn't wanna deal with his shit and had already beat his ass twice, Michael decided to take it upon himself to take action against this fucking prick."
"Amos. Please. Language."
"Fuck your language, I'm not a student anymore remember? These people and their status mean nothing to me. I don't give a shit if he's a prince or whatever. He's harassing me."
The woman sighed and just folded her hands in her lap. "So why then would Mister Cousteau stand up for you like that?" More than likely a question that he had to be careful about answering, but he didn't care anymore.
"Because he's my boyfriend."
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Post by Michael Cousteau on Mar 28, 2017 18:14:00 GMT
Michael was somewhat disappointed how Amos reacted, but he couldn't really blame him... Gods, after what he pulled yesterday he was still acting selfish. The blonde just sighed softly and looked down as his older brother gave them a suspicious look. However, they were soon called into the office and Michael followed after Amos, moving to stand a bit with his family as he shot the other boy a glare. He was silent as Amos was questioned, his face expressionless as Amos told his side of the entire thing. Though as the albino was questioned as to why he stood up for him like that, the blonde teen shifted his footing as he glanced away briefly. And there it was. His six-month secret revealed. He exhaled a slow, quiet breath as he could feel multiple eyes on him. Fuck, he wished he could shoot himself now. "Is this true, Michael?" It took Michael a few moments to answer, simply nodding at first. "Yes, he's my boyfriend. He's not a servant. We've been dating for six months." He admitted, glancing to Amos. Though he was a bit relieved that he still considered him his boyfriend. He then turned his attention to Alistair, his gaze hardening and turning quite cold. "And he knows of this as well but won't stop. And I know there are laws against stalking and harassment. So, I propose an idea.." He spoke, any form of uncomfort vanishing as he moved to stand closer to Amos and position himself between the other blonde and the albino. "First of all, he's lucky he was only shot in the leg by a .22 caliber. That is the least damaging gun for that area, he can easily walk it off without trouble. So any show he puts up is fake. Secondly, we've evidence of his stalking and harassment, I've witnessed his harassment. If you lot wish to help your poor, stalker child by pressing charges... Then by all means, do so. But we'll press charges as well. And I highly doubt the media will let this go once they catch wind of this." He spoke in an authoritative voice, acting just as he was taught. After all, his family was quite...something. "Now, if we don't want the media involved I propose that you, Alistair, stop stalking and harassing Amos. In turn I'll keep myself from attacking you again. But if I hear wind of you breaking the deal then by gods, I will make sure charges are pressed against you for doing so. And no, this encounter will be long forgotten to any authorities for any move you make against this agreement from here on after will only be on your part for breaking the deal." He stopped and tilted his chin up, his eyes moving to the boy's parents as he held eye contact with them for several moments before he offered out his left hand then. "Do we have an agreement then? Bygones will be bygones." Michael's parents glanced to one another before standing with a nod of their heads. "We agree with these words, couldn't have said them better ourselves. Now, what say you two, Monsieur and Madam Westley?" His father spoke, lifting a brow slightly as he, too, awaited their words on this. Quite frankly, Michael's father was rather proud with how his son was stepping up and taking control of the situation like a man. Despite this...unexpected news of him being with the peasant. Word count: --- Tag: Amos Vang
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Post by Amos Vang on Mar 28, 2017 19:45:26 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down | [attr="class","scroll"] Michael started on his little speech and the albino just snorted. Good gods he was obnoxious as all hell like this. He was no better than anyone else in the room, acting all high and mighty. "Witness statements account for little, especially when said witness is the perpetrator of an actual crime. Yes, stalking and harassment are prohibited, but there is no evidence other than the word of you, being someone that shot him in the leg in the first place, and you, a delinquent. Small caliber or not, you still carried an illegal weapon on school grounds, and used it in brutal force against a fellow student. And over what exactly? This orphan?" Amos's expression flattened a bit, but he didn't exactly care.
Still Alistair and his parents had listened to Michael's proposed offer. "Considering you have no proof of my supposed stalking, good luck taking me to court over it. I have no interest in that boy. I do not care for his existence."
"There is video of you grabbing ahold of his hands in the hall just before the incident. If you care not about him can you explain that?"
"Certainly! I don't believe I've seen anyone in this school with such calloused hands! I was simply astonished by it! I mean truly, most of the students here will never have a single day of work in their lives. To see one with servant hands. I was simply interested is all."
"Tch." But other than that, Amos said nothing. There was no point in him being here. Other than listening to rich bastards flaunt their status and power.
"Then how should we proceed?" Of course it was Alistair's mother that had asked the question.
The principal shifted in her seat and glanced between the three boys. "Well, as it is a PR nightmare, not only for the school but for both of your countries and your families, media attention is not required." She paused for a moment and sat back in her chair. "As it stands, the only real evidence is that you, shot him over this boy, and we can't even really be sure that it is over the boy in the first place. So. I propose instead..." There was another paused as she pulled the paperwork from her desk. "Temporary restraining orders for both Mister Vang and Mister Westley, suspension under suspicion of harassment for Mister Westley, temporary expulsion pending legal proceedings for Mister Cousteau, and for Mister Vang... Well, we have our own issues to work out with you don't we?"
The woman moved the papers around on her desk towards each of the people mentioned. "Upon your return to the school, you will each be placed in probationary status. One mess, one single slip up, and you're gone. Is that clear?" Amos didn't even bother reading the restraining order before signing it, after all, it was to protect him from Alistair in the first place. And Alistair's father read over his documents before allowing his son to sign them, stating that his restraining order was to keep Michael away from him. "I do believe for now, this is the best course of action until more evidence can be provided to support Mister Cousteau's claims. However, despite that, even if Mister Westley is harassing Mister Vang, it does not excuse Mister Cousteau from carrying and firing an illegal weapon, this is a crime that he is responsible for, and it is probably quite lucky that he is a minor, as it can be easily buried. Also, if you are found with a weapon on your person at all on school grounds, there will be serious consequences."
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