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Tomohisa Chikamatsu (mocchi) wrote in dalton_rpg,
@ 2010-11-22 00:18:00

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! thread, @ character: jackson aldama, @ character: tomohisa chikamatsu, status: abandoned

Who: Mocchi & Jack
What: Mocchi is pissed. He breaks stuff.
Where: Chopp Hall - 304, Mocchi's room
When: Evening(ish)
Rating: SFW (but swearing and destroying of property. really.)

Sprinting back to Chopp Hall in his knee-high socks while carrying his pumps had to be one of the most humiliating things in Mocchi's life. Of course it had all gone to hell, of course Blaine didn't like him that way--he should have just stopped being a doe-eyed idiot and listened to Jack in the first place. But he didn't. Because he was stupid.

He stormed his way to the third floor and slammed his door behind him. He was wired, practically shaking with embarassment and total rage. He didn't think twice before hurling one of his pumps through his window, followed shortly by the other. His kitsune figurines he launched against the wall, feeling dark satisfaction as they snapped in half.

iPod? That went into the wall as well, followed shortly by his lacquerware makeup box. And then his framed picture of the Warblers from last year.

He hadn't wanted to go home for the longest time, but right now? He'd kill to be on a flight back to Kamakura.

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jaldama
2010-11-22 05:39 am UTC (link)

Jack was burrowed under his blankets when he hear the sound of glass breaking. This is why he hated being an RA sometimes. He would've jumped up to see what was going on anyway, but since he was an RA he was going to have to actually deal with it and probably write someone up. To say that he was not in the mood right now was an understatement.

Still, worry took over his apathy and emo and he was up like a shot at the sound, through his door and following the sound of things being thrown to...Mocchi's room. What the fuck. He was moving too quick to think of the scenarios which was probably a good thing because his mind would go to some scary places. Busting through Mocchi's (closed and unlocked) door, Jack slid into the room just in time to see a furious looking little asian boy in a skirt hurling a picture frame against the wall. It busted and glass went everywhere.

"Mocchi, what the fuck?" Jack was pretty much as surprised as he could've been. You could tell him his parents were swingers and he would've been less shocked and freaked out than watching Mocchi go postal on his room. All of his pretty things...

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mocchi
2010-11-22 05:46 am UTC (link)

Mocchi's head snapped around quickly at the sound of his door flying open, arm wound back and ready to launch his next makeshift projectile--this time his alarm clock.

"Jack, go away. I don't want to talk about it!" The clock hit the wall and shattered into a million little pieces. He stormed to his closet, throwing the doors open and grabbing the nearest article of clothing. He pulled hard, ripping the linen in half and grabbing the next. "So stupid! Why do I even have any of this shit?!"

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jaldama
2010-11-22 06:17 am UTC (link)

Jack moved quickly. Mocchi was furious now but later he'd just be upset that he had wrecked his entire wardrobe. Jack grabbed him by the arms and drug him away, towards the middle of the room where there wasn't as much to grab and chuck. For a second Jack just looked down at the smaller boy bewildered until he dragged him close, slowly, wrapping him tight in a hug he couldn't get out of. Yay for muscles and the soccer team.

"Mocchi, just...calm down. Just calm down." He held the smaller asian crossdresser tightly, rocking a little, waiting for the fight to melt away. Jesus, what a fucking weekend...

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mocchi
2010-11-22 12:12 pm UTC (link)

"Jack! Leave me alone!" He tried to pull away, but with no success. There was a second where he wanted to keep lashing out--to kick, scream, do something to get away. But he couldn't, and Mocchi took the time to mentally rage at his small frame. So he froze, standing stock still and grinding his teeth.

"I did something stupid." He choked on the words. "I feel really dumb."

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jaldama
2010-11-22 05:06 pm UTC (link)

Mocchi was adorably tiny, which was great 'cause he was small enough that Jack could prop his chin on the top of his head and envelope him like the most awesome sweater ever. It was like back in the fifties when they would put psychos in the warm bathes in straight jackets...hold you tight enough somewhere warm and the fight just goes right out of you.

Jack pet Mocchi's hair soothingly. He was probably really bad at this...but his mother had done it enough times for him. It couldn't be that hard. He was even totally breaking his usually very strict gender roles. But Mocchi was his boy, and you do that kind of thing for bros. "You're not dumb," he said softly over Mocchi's head. "What happened?"

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mocchi
2010-11-22 07:03 pm UTC (link)

"I talked to Blaine," He sighed, still more angry about it now than he was sad, "And I got turned down. And it was humiliating."

Mocchi shifted his feet. He wasn't a person generally prone to angry outbursts, but the slimy feeling of disappointment and shame in his stomach seemed to abate while he was smashing things. And then he realized something. "Christ, and I told him what you said to me before. Because I was babbling like a teenaged girl."

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jaldama
2010-11-22 11:23 pm UTC (link)

"Ohhh, Mocchi." That fucking bastard. Objectively, Jack knew it wasn't Blaine's fault for rejecting Mocchi. Nobody could help who they were attracted to, and it's not like people can go around being with guys just to keep from hurting someone's feelings. Still, Jack couldn't help but be upset that this was all a result of Blaine. Of course it was, it always was. Blaine ruined everything. Although Mocchi must've really liked him because it's not like Blaine would have purposefully turned him down in a dick like fashion. It was probably the most understanding and supportive rejection in the history of life itself. Fucking Blaine...

Jack didn't really get to cuddle with guys very often, but Mocchi was tiny and smelled like a chick, so he wondered what was the difference, really. Hug tackling him in the middle of his room seemed to be keeping him from throwing things though, even if he didn't sound totally calm yet. "Don't worry about it Mocchi, I can deal with Blaine. Really. Just...I'm sorry. I'm sorry that he doesn't return your feelings or whatever...that sucks when you like someone and they don't like you back..." Jack trailed off, his throat getting tight. Hitting a little too close to home with that one... "But you know, Blaine doesn't really date. He just sort of sleeps around. And you're not that kind of boy. So maybe you two just don't fit together. It wouldn't' have worked anyway..." Because Blaine is a whore.

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mocchi
2010-11-23 01:19 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, maybe," Mocchi swallowed hard, angry tears welling in the corners of his eyes. "I just really wanted it to. Work, that is. That's why it's so stupid. Because you told me before and it wasn't like I didn't know, I just.."

He sighed again but this time it seemed like all of the air went out of him, taking a good portion of his anger with it. Jack was the closest thing he had to an older brother he had--and sometimes you just needed a hug from your brother when life was shit. "It's not like an on/off switch. It sucks because it doesn't matter that he doesn't like me; I can't just not like him. It'd be a lot easier if I could just call him an ass and hate him right now, but I can't."

A self-deprecating laugh escaped him, "I think I wanted to hit him just a little, though."

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jaldama
2010-11-23 01:46 am UTC (link)

Jack sighed, squeezing Mocchi. "I know. I'm sorry I ever told you that stuff, Mocchi. I'm really...biased against Blaine, and even though I don't think he's good enough for you..." Jack swallowed hard because his mind was everywhere and this conversation made him think about other people, and the self deprecating thoughts he'd been having all weekend. "Well, maybe I shouldn't have said that stuff. Because sometimes my opinions about Blaine get really clouded. And it wasn't my place to smear him in front of a third party. Blaine tries to be a good guy most of the time."

Mocchi was calming down like Jack knew he would. He rubbed his arm soothingly, trying so so hard not to apply everything Mocchi was saying to his own situation...and failing. How had he gotten into this mess? "I know, Mocchi...trust me, I know. But that's just life. That's the sort of thing every single person deals with when they're a teenager. Liking people and it being reciprocated. That's universal dude. There's nothing you can do about it except–" Except lay in bed eating chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream watching South Park. "Except give it time to heal and toughen up your heart so it doesn't get hurt so easily." He patted Mocchi's hair in a way that was supposed to be comforting. "Yeah, well, I get that urge too. But violence is never a good idea. Even if you're not serious. Those zero tolerance rules are a bitch."

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mocchi
2010-11-23 02:02 am UTC (link)

"Which is why I ran like a little girl out of his room," Mocchi rolled his eyes, a little exasperated with himself, "I figured that punching him in the face would probably cause problems with administration and the rest of the Warblers."

Not that Mocchi had ever punched anyone in his life. But he'd been tempted. He hadn't even cared that it would mess up his manicure.

"I just can't help feeling like I'm not good enough for him." It was a little scary, too, because it seemed like almost everyone rejected him eventually. And it would hurt like hell to examine that and actually find out why. "Which I know you're going to say isn't true. Blaine said pretty much the same thing. But I'm kind of conditioned by popular culture to believe that 'you can do better than me' is a let-down reserved for losers."

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jaldama
2010-11-23 02:07 am UTC (link)

Jack laughed softly, rubbing Mocchi's back. "Well, I think whether or not Blaine actually believes that, it's a very 'Blaine' thing to say. I'm telling you, you can do better than Blaine Jackson." Jack paused, rubbing Mocchi's back soothing as he stared out his broken window, frowning. "I know you feel like no one's attracted to you, Mocchi, but just because you haven't met someone yet who's interested...doesn't mean you're unattractive or unlikeable. Just unlucky. It hasn't happened yet, not because you're hideous but just because you haven't met the right person."

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mocchi
2010-11-23 02:32 am UTC (link)

"Apparently my 'right person' died in an unfortunate accident as a child," Mocchi sniped back mildly. "Because he's sure as hell not around. Or else he knows I'm an akuma no ko, too, as my grandparents would say."

And there was the frustration, right back in the front of his mind. "I kind of just feel like I'm having a meltdown. I don't know if I should laugh or cry or just break everything I can get my hands on."

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jaldama
2010-11-23 02:45 am UTC (link)

Grandparent stuff...right. Because Mocchi had a weird family life. Even if he didn't understand what the hell Mocchi had just said in Japanese, he caught that much.

"You'll find somebody. It feels like it takes forever and that there's not anyone out there but that's just life. Everyone feels like that, always. Even the people you would think are in fairytale relationships." Jack paused again, looking out the broken window. It was November in Ohio, after all, the room was freezing. "Tell you what. Why don't we go into my room and watch some tv? I'll make you some hot chocolate. I need to call maintenance and get someone to tape up your window. And we need to find some place for you to sleep because they probably won't be able to replace it until tomorrow. It's kind of late."

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	mocchi 2010-11-23 02:51 am UTC (link)
	He ran a hand through his hair (when had the clips fallen out? He wasn't sure) and sighed, taking in the sight of his room. "Ok, fine. TV and hot chocolate it is, then." (Reply to this) (Parent)