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Post by clyde on Jan 24, 2011 6:14:51 GMT -5
Clyde sat quietly in his sea. This was the last class for the day and by now the boredom was really starting to get to him. History had never been something that he cared too much about or found to be interesting.
With his staple in his hands, Clyde pressed down a few times and picked up the stples, bending them into shapes or more accurately, letters. He had managed to write his first name, his middle initial and was now at the beginning of his last name. Class had definitely been boring enough to warrant such an activity. Though now he was running out of time and staples.
Why couldn't I have a shorter last name?, Clyde wondered for a second before pausing. Well, it wasn't really his last name, was it? It was his step-dad's last name but then it had been Clyde's decision to take it. After all, the guy was the only sane person in his family.
With a sigh, Clyde dropped the left over staples and watched the clock on the wall for a moment. Any.. time.. now.., he thought as he stared up at it. As soon as the bell rang, Clyde scrambled to get out of his seat, threw his things into his bag and made his way out of the room. Unfortunately, his escape wasn't going to be quite as simple as that. The history teacher had stopped him before he managed to get to the door.
With a quick word about his essay, Clyde was more concerned about getting out of the class room and doing something fun. The hallway was starting to clear out pretty quickly and Clyde was already starting to get really impatient. Finally it was over and Clyde was out the door in an instant. Unfortunately, he was a little too hasty in his retreat and slammed right into someone. He was a little disorientated at first but managed to speak, "Aw mate, you alright?" the Australian asked, looking to see who it was.
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Post by lilly2 on Jan 29, 2011 23:43:23 GMT -5
 Maine headed down the hall with his binder in his arms, the rest of his school books inside of his messenger bag. The boy had managed to get out of class early seeing as their teacher let him go thinking he had a counselor meeting. Though, after the last meeting, Maine didn't have another one for awhile. He didn't care though. He hated those meetings with a passion, and it's a very rare thing for the teenager to hate something that much.
Humming a random song as he walked along, the boy was off to seek an adventure. Maine didn't really know what he was going to do now that classes were over, but he knew he wanted it to be exciting. Or at least fun. That's it! Colouring. He would head off somewhere like the courtyards or common room and colour. He already had one of his many books and his bag of crayons inside his messenger bag so there was no need to head back to his dorm.
Turning around the corner to head off to his destination, a loud ring filled the hallway. A small sigh left Maine's lips as his head hung slightly. 'I guess the common room it is then' he thought to himself, changing his destination. No way was he going to colour in the courtyard while everyone was out of class. He wasn't crazy, he didn't want a face wash in the snow or be pelted off by snowballs. Though, even though the boy had to change his destination, he was still excited to colour. Nothing could change that. Or so he thought.
Maine had continued to walk down the wall while he thought to himself. Of course, since he was off in his land of thoughts, he didn't notice that the was still a student inside the history room. It had been minutes since the bell had rung so obviously the teenager had assumed that everyone was already swarming the halls. He was proven wrong though when he was sent to the ground by the student who tried to escape the classroom.
His eyes widened as he neared the ground. A binder going one way, a bag going the other, and Maine landing right in between. There was no guessing whether he was stunned or not. His eyes were so huge at the moment that they were the size of saucers. The boy had wanted excitement after class, not pain. And he was definitely feeling that right now. As he laid there on on his back, an Australian accent filled his ears.
"Uhmm.. I-I.. " Maine stuttered, unsure of what to say back to the boy.
Tagged;; clyde noah arlington <3
Note;; OPEN THREAD RAPE. hope you don't mind that i replied, hun (:
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Post by clyde on Jan 30, 2011 0:13:42 GMT -5
Aw damn, he had struck down a tiny person. The kid was real little, he couldn't have been more than 5'4'' by the looks of him. He even looked really young which made Clyde feel worse about it. Great work Clyde, just go knock some kid over, brilliant, he thought sarcasticly. He kind of felt bad about it. Clyde was the type of guy who wouldn't hurt a fly.. Okay, maybe a fly but definitely not a spider.. Unless it was poisonous because then it needed to die, die, die!
This kid wasn't a poisonous spider though, he was tiny little person. Okay, there was really only about six inches between them but he looked so young.. He looked like he was about ten. Poor kid. Yeah, guilt was definitely justified in this case. The kid even seem to freeze for a second, bright blue eyes staring wide, was he gonna cry or something? Oh damn, this was not good.
"I'm sorry, I am so sorry," Clyde said, looking rather concerned as he leaned down and took the kid by the arm to help pull him up. "You alright?" he asked again, "Didn't break anything, did ya?" he asked, knowing it was highly unlikely that the kid would have gotten that hurt from a fall.. Besides, he was tiny, there wouldn't be far to fall.. Oh shut up Clyde, he told himself, shushing his own crazy thoughts as they happened.
"Um, here,"he said, grabbing the binder and bag in one quick movement before handing the binder to the boy. He had a good long reach but with the bag, Clyde didn't pick it up like a normal person, instead he slid the strap down almost to his elbow and lifted it up there, his hand just staying half open, it was one of the few signs that something wasn't right with his left arm. Most people didn't question the odd little things he had to do but this time it did look as a little odd since grabbing the strap with his hand should have been so much easier.
"You're alright,yeah? No harm done?" he double checked quickly as he took the strap of the bag with his right hand and slipped it over the boy's shoulder. Yeah, good as new, he thought.
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Post by lilly2 on Jan 30, 2011 6:54:14 GMT -5
Maine just stared up at the boy in front of him. He seemed older, and taller then him. Though, then again, most people seemed to be taller then Maine - he was pretty short for a male. And on top of that, he was looking up at him which didn't help any at all. Though, the fact that the other male was older was obvious.
Even though he had knocked him to the ground, Maine didn't seem that afraid of the boy. Sure, he was in shock... but he wasn't afraid. If he was to be afraid it would have been too late already. The kids that had anger issues here had bumped into Maine once or twice before and every time they didn't even give him time to realize what was going on before they snapped on him.
Grabbing onto the other student's arm when he helped him up, Maine couldn't help but smile slightly. He knew he didn't have to be afraid. The guy was actually pretty nice. He proved Maine's point even more when he grabbed up his bag and binder off of the ground for him. Though, Maine couldn't help but notice how the boy grabbed his bag. Was something wrong with him? Or was it just a weird habit for him? Either way, Maine shrugged it off. Everyone in this school was weird in one way or another.
"I'm fine.. a bit sore, but okay" the teenager replied with a soft reassuring smile. He stared down at his bag where the other boy had placed it on his shoulder then looked back at him. Maine couldn't help but keep staring at his eyes. They were such an incredible blue. He would try to lower his view and stare down at his feet instead, but somehow he ended up staring at them again.
Tagged;; clyde noah arlington <3
Note;; fail tired post. woo.
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Post by clyde on Jan 30, 2011 7:14:03 GMT -5
Clyde was cool with people who were a little younger than himself but this kid actually looked like your perfect definition of a 'little kid'. He had that face that girls would look at and go 'aww'. It would probably work in his benefit if he ever wanted to get a girlfriend or several but still, it was a feature that he was probably gonna be stuck with for a long while.
Clyde just grinned at the kid when he smiled. Yeah, a good sign, that definitely meant that he was alright, no damage was done and everything was right in the world. Clyde saw him notice the whole bag thing and figured he'd throw in a bit of an explanation. "Yeah, I can't grip tightly with my left hand," he told him quietly. Yeah, that ought to explain it.. Right? Sorta? Or maybe it would raise more questions? Whatever, it was out there, it was done. The end.
"Aw yeah, you'll be alright then," he told him with a grin. Yeah, he was fine, it was all good.. A little sore was something that would work itself out in time and right now Clyde had no need to feel guilty about the little accidental collision. and for a guy who grew up getting blamed for everything and feeling like everything was his fault, this was a great big piece of emotional problems that he wouldn't have to deal with. Great, good, just bloody excellent.
After a moment of just standing there, Clyde moved over to one side a bit then the other, noticing that the kid's eyes were pretty much locked on him.. Weird.. Maybe he could like mind-control and hypnotise him like the lady and the snake on that new karate kid movie. Yeeeah, that's be so awse.. "Whacha lookin' at?" he asked, eyes still locked on the kid.
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Post by lilly2 on Jan 30, 2011 7:54:20 GMT -5
Maine shifted his weight from one foot to the other. 'He can't grip properly with his left hand? I wonder what's wrong.. He thought quietly to himself. He wanted to ask and find out so badly but he decided it would probably be best to just stay out of it. Nobody like noisy people.
"Yeah" Maine said with a nod in agreement. Although his back slightly hurt, the pain was sure to go away after awhile. There was nothing that wrong with him. In fact, the pain was already starting to soften up a bit which made Maine smile slightly more.
A soft pink crossed over Maine's cheeks as they grew warm. His eyes were tempted to escape and look down to the ground but he continued to stare. "I.. uhh.. " He began. He wasn't really quite sure what he was supposed to say. He was just so fascinated by the boy's eyes that he couldn't stop staring. Of course, how was Maine to tell him that? He didn't want to make it awkward. Then again, he had already been staring into the other teenager's eyes for quite some time now and if that wasn't awkward, he didn't know what was.
"It's just.. you're eyes.. they're so.. blue" Maine finished off his thoughts, his eyes flicking between the incredible eyes before him and his sneakers. He really really hoped he hadn't made things more awkward then it already was.
Tagged;; clyde noah arlington <3
Note;; fail tired post. woo.
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Post by clyde on Jan 30, 2011 8:28:34 GMT -5
Clyde just kept up with the smiling and watched the kid. He seemed alright, really, he did. There was definitely nothing he had done wrong in this case, it was all just one big accidental accident! Clyde had to keep telling himself that a few times because he wasn't quite sure he believed it himself the first few times. Anything that happened at home was his fault and someone a little thing like that could easily turn inward and grow into self-hate and doubt and then regret and why or why is this my life and we're back to suicide again. Yep, one big long trip back to square one, a place he had visited twice now and despite a full on attempt, he had failed twice too thanks to his step dad and his uncanny ability to walk in at the right moment... Though it wasn't all that surprising. The guy knew something was up with Clyde and hell, the first suicide attempt only confirmed that so checking up on him was normal and was what saved him from attempt number two. Clyde supposed, thinking back on it now, he was grateful for it. He didn't really want to die or anything, he just needed to get the hell away from that woman if he wanted to keep his sanity.
Clyde just grinned his silly grin when the boy seemed to be at a bit of a loss as to what to say. Yeah, he had caught him staring but it was pretty bloody obvious and thus very hard to miss or ignore. It was kind of amusing though and cute in a way, even watching him go just a little pink made Clyde grin even more, if he kept this up much longer it was probably gonna start to hurt his face muscles or something.
Clyde just burst out laughing at the guy's words. An arm moved over his stomach as he tried to stop the laughter. He didn't want to seem mean or anything and he certainly wasn't laughing at the guy it was just a funny thing to hear. Some kid staring at you cause you have really, really blue eyes was funny and anyone who thought otherwise just didn't have a decent sense of humor.
"Well, cheers for noticing," he said, basically thanking the kid for the compliment. "Come on then, let's go get you a coke or something, might make you feel better," Clyde said, putting an comfortably around a kid, ready to head to the closest vending machine. He had knocked him down and he figured the least he could do was buy him a coke or something... Or hot chocolate! But that's all the way in the kitchen... "Or a hot chocolate, I'll let you decide," he said, yeah, good, get that out there. The funny part of all this, which happened the be the very 'Clyde' thing to do was that he was acting like he had known this kid forever and he didn't even know his name. "I'm Clyde by the way," he told his new friend.
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Post by lilly2 on Jan 31, 2011 7:25:28 GMT -5
Maine couldn't stop blushing now that the other boy had noticed that he was staring at his eyes. Though, it was completely obvious that he had been. Maine had made no attempt to hide it. Then again, how can you hide the fact that you're staring at someone's eyes? It is their eyes after all.
When laughter rang inside his ears, Maine's eyes widened slightly. Was the boy laughing at him? Or with him? The laughter confused Maine greatly. He didn't let it get to him though. Instead, he let what was left of his smile grow across his face and let out one of his own soft rings of laughter.
Maine was filled with excitement when the other boy had said he was going to take him for a drink. Minute by minute the boy was changing his thoughts about the whole being knocked to the ground thing. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. Sure, his back hurt, but he was making a new friend.
"Ohhh! Hot chocolate for sure!" the teenager replied with a smile now shining brightly. "My name is Maine. "
Tagged;; clyde noah arlington <3
Note;; MAJOR fail post. I'm sorry </3 D:
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Post by clyde on Jan 31, 2011 8:08:33 GMT -5
"Yeah? Good," Clyde said. Hot chocolate was waay better than a coke.. Yeah, waay better.. With an extra 'a' and everything. So there they were heading to the kitchen, the closest source of hot chocolate.
"Maine, interesting name," he told her. He had never heard of anyone with a name like that so it was definitely new and different. Of course, his own name wasn't all that common either. Clyde wasn't a name most people had and most of the time he'd get asked if he had ever dated a girl named Bonnie.
"How old are you?" he asked. The kid did look kind of young.. Okay, a lot young but he was here so he had to belong here and be the right age... Unless he was some kind of child genius which was totally plausible by the way. There were geniuses out there and it wasn't completely crazy to think that someone like that might end up here for some reason.. Which led him to his next question.
"Why are you here anyway?" he asked. Maine didn't seem like he had any of the kind of problems that you would expect, yet here he was in Hawthorne and that left Clyde with more questions. He didn't want to pry or anything but why not ask and if Maine didn't want to answer then that would be the end of that.
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