Never Saw It Coming [Alek]

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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A giggle tripped past Aleks' lips as he saw the boy try to glare at him. Really, was baby coming out to play? And then yet, really, not at fucking all. This boy didn't seem as if he'd be able to say boo to a fucking goose, let along try to be all mean and hardcore. People shouldn't pretend to be who they weren't, was Aleks' stance on it. The people who pissed him off the most were the ones who put on a front of being all rebellious and shit like that, but it actually hid a fucking marshmallow interior. God, talk about false advertising. They were the type who at first seemed halfway decent, but then just turned out to be absolute mushy shit-heads.

And there, there it was, that perfect reaction. That flinch, and the quick, but certainly present, flash of fear. It was what he loved about doing this, his control over people. And yeah, some said you couldn't rule by fear. But look at Genghis Khan, motherfuckers. He certainly didn't rule by love. And Ivan the Terrible, and all those other bastards who terrified their countries into submission. Yeah, a few of them got assassinated, but Aleks wasn't stupid enough to let that happen to him. Besides, he wasn't the ruler of any states or countries, so it was far less likely to happen to him. And anyway, it would have been stupid to have a fear of assassination. We call that paranoia, not just plain old fear.

Aleks tilted his head to one side, his eyebrows questioning Nathaniel's statement. "Leave you alone? Why the fuck would I do that? No, this is far too much fun." And he smirked, leaning forward and pushing into the boy's shoulder again. Oh god, this'd never get old. It was like a game console, but human. And the reactions were far more entertaining that the virtual pained groaned of dying men. Well, reality always was more fun than fantasy. Most of the time, at least.

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^{TAG - nathaniel
WORDS - just under three hundred and fifty.
NOTES - hey m'dear!
TUNES - the rumble of the city =P
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[nathaniel shane thomas]

Nathaniel was really uncomfortable with the situation, or perhaps it was a little more than simple being uncomfortable. He didn't like where it was going and he couldn't see a decent way out. He wished that someone would just walk by or something so that he could get some help but no. The hallway was quiet for the moment and Nathaniel was just plain out of luck in this situation.

He kept his eyes focused on the floor. This was bullying, right? He could deal with that. The guy certainly wasn't being nice so he could deal with this. The hand at his shoulder was sort of shoving him back it definitely wasn't friendly and this Nathaniel could deal with a little better. He closed his eyes for a second and the second shove came, he just stared up at the guy. No flinching this time because this was a little different to what he feared.

"Seriously, stop that," he said, this time sounding more serious. He didn't care if his request just proved the obviously crazy guy even more because he could deal with it. He could deal with get beat up. Nathaniel had never really been the fight back sort, he would try to defend himself but not much more than that.

Notes:[/i] Short sorry! Where do we want this to go? Or should we just thread and see what happens?

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks cocked his head to one side. "Why should I stop it? Seriously, give me a reason why." And he smirked, cause he knew Nathaniel would never be able to find a reason which Aleks really agreed with. Cause he didn't like it? Yeah, he didn't give a shit. Cause it was the 'right' thing to do? Aleks had never given a shit about the 'right' thing to do, had he? He had nearly killed his father and burned down his house, whilst in the process of attempting to kill himself (and it was that bit which had messed up everything else, and his timing), and that wasn't exactly the 'right' thing, was it? No, there was really no reason that Nathaniel could give, other than something along the lines of 'I have information that will keep you locked up for life', and Aleks had made sure no one had that type of information, thanks to Cam, so he was safe. So this boy was doomed, to put it simply. At least, he was doomed for Aleks to keep on 'bullying' him. But that was such a petty word. What Aleks did was way more artful than mere 'bullying'. But hey, put labels on it if you want, you stereotyper. But "Come on, gimme a reason."

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^{TAG - nathaniel
WORDS - just over two hundred.
NOTES - um, either nathaniel can walk off, or aleks can get a text/call and have to go, or maybe a counsellor comes along? cause i'm running out of things to write about.
TUNES - yesterday's feelings, the used.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[nathaniel shane thomas]

"Because it's stupid and immature, because I've already told you that I don't want you to, because this isn't some stupid game," Nathaniel told him, giving him not one but three reasons. Surely one of those would work, right? Nathaniel knew that this guy obviously didn't care much about what was right and wrong to do. He seemed to be entertained and that was what kept him going and Nate was just standing there, letting him do it.

"You know what? This is stupid," he said, taking a few steps back. He wasn't going to just stand here but turning his back on some crazy guy when he was still fairly close to him would have been stupid so backing away with his eyes still focused on him was the thing to do right up until he thought he was a good distance away. Turning around, Nathaniel just walked away, hoping that would be the end of that.

[[lol, yeah that sounds good]]