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Tweak says, "being fire'd sucks"

James Killison (littlebrokenboy) wrote in idrisacademy,
@ 2010-01-31 20:58:00

Entry tags:

!incomplete, jae-seok kim, james killison, samantha o'riley

Nothing's right in this world
Who: James, Sam and Jae
What: James isn’t stable, Sam is like his step-father and that’s never good.
When: Monday just as class gets out for lunch
Where: Hallways near classrooms!
Rating: Most likely SFW

The weekend hadn’t helped James. And despite the time he’d spent in the counselor’s office, the time he’d try to talk to his therapist, nothing seemed to mean much. It was all just too much. People kept leaving. The left or they died and it was hard to find a difference, at least hard for the small, damaged teen. But he’d agreed to go to class on Monday.

The familiarity of the classrooms was almost nice. It was especially nice because none of the teachers had said anything when he’d slunk down in his chair and hidden beneath the desk. That had been wonderful, the small dark place and familiar voices and nothing but things he knew. It was the closest he’d come to sleep in what felt like a very long time.

But lunch came nonetheless. And he had to leave the room. The crowded hallways put him on edge within the first seconds. The smells were far beyond anything he could cope with, strong and fierce and assorted. Stumbling away from the classroom, he headed right for the doors. Outside, he could find places to hide.

As he did his best to flee, jerking and tripping, he wasn’t looking where he was going. He knew where he needed to be.

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sam_feral
2010-02-01 03:28 pm UTC (link)

Sam had spent most of the day quiet in class, not answering questions like she usually would, with her head and eyes turned away from most people. She didn’t want to see or talk to anyone. Math had passed without a hitch and Latin had just gotten out. Instead of heading to the cafeteria like most of the school Sam hurried through the halls back towards Mathey with her head down.

Darting through another hallway with long legged strides, her books and papers clutched to her chest, she ran into another body. It was quite a shock. She hadn’t heard anyone in the hallway though it is a valid point that she probably should have been looking were she was going. “Oh!” Sam watched as one of her books fell to the floor with a loud THUD, a few papers floating to the floor, and then raised her eyes to who she’d bumped into. “I’m sorry, are you alright?” The look of concern was there though it if had been properly interpreted she wasn't sure.

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littlebrokenboy
2010-02-01 11:39 pm UTC (link)

James had not expected to be bumped into. And the tiny teen weighed almost nothing, which was why he ended up on the ground, gripping his bag with trembling hands. Before he could even look at the person who'd bumped into him, he smelled something familiar. It was deep and rich and horrible beyond words, a nightmare he'd escaped but never truly left.

The sound he made started out as a whimper and then turned into something louder, closer to a panicked yell as he scrambled backwards. Her voice didn't even register. All that he could hear was the rush of his blood and it sounded so much like a growl the little teen almost held his breath.

And then he shifted into a tiny mouse, running as fast as he could between the feet in the hall and towards any familiar scent.

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sam_feral
2010-02-02 01:26 am UTC (link)

Seeing James cringe against the wall in fright Sam tried to move closer, to tell him everything was going to be alright. Though before she’d moved but a little he had changed and was scurrying his mouse body quickly through the hall. Sam tried to go after him, dropping her books and papers in the hurry. Getting around the corner she couldn’t see him anymore, unsure of where he’d gone and figuring to chase him wasn’t going to help any she turned away, face showing her true emotion of being crushed. Leaning against the wall she pressed her forehead against the cool surface, hiding her face. Why does he avoid me? I’ve never done anything…

She let her mind wonder for a little bit and slowly started making her way back to pick up her things, which had made a mess upon the hallway floor, trying to keep all the loose papers intact.

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littlebrokenboy
2010-02-02 01:33 am UTC (link)

The tiny teen couldn't think past the smell of lion. It overwhelmed all of him. All he could think was the threat, the fear, everything coming back to take him over. It was so hard to cope, so hard to believe what had happened. And it was so easy to fall back into old patterns, to flee into the past where the dangers had been known and he had never needed to worry about friends or caring or anything.

And as a mouse he found a familiar smell, someone he knew. Which was why he dove to the dark place where the pant met sock and scrambled up just above the shoe, trembling hard and he tried to hide in the shadowy little cave.

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gojaek
2010-02-05 07:36 am UTC (link)

Though they always began with a lot of squirming, whining at nothing particular and wiggling his butt around refusing to get out of bed, Monday mornings were never particularly exciting for Jae. Certainly it was pretty interesting having to start the day off with struggling to understand the Latin teacher and her fast-paced gibbering, but let's face it, all that really meant was that he had some designated nap time before his Magical Creatures class provided one of his peers didn't tell on him.

And lo, they did not -- but by the time Magical Creatures had ended, he almost wished they had, as the long nap had left him feeling sluggish as ever. As everyone filed out into the hallway to go their separate ways for lunch, Jae moved with them, feeling completely at ease within the crowd even as he found himself struggling somewhat to adjust to all of the noise and hustle after four sleepy hours of class.

It didn't take very long for him to wake up, though, particularly when he somehow ended up making lunch plans with a mixed group of 5th and 6th years, none of whom he really knew on a very personal level. That wasn't a big deal to him, of course, and mostly because it was his fault -- he was, after all, an honorary member of the resident self-proclaimed Mr. Popularity sub-group of the school. Short of anything involving Faie, he was, within reason, willing to do anything with or talk to anyone, and if they ended up wanting him to come along on an adventure or something else social, he rarely if ever found it awkward.

It was only when he was saying goodbye to them that he suddenly got the distinct feeling that something was coming, and, the grin on his face faltering somewhat, he turned halfway to look -- just in time for something furry to go shooting up his pantleg. He jerked a bit, surprised, and then, rather belatedly, realized it was James. The "how" was something that could only be understood by a fellow Therian -- like many of them, his sense of smell (and hearing) was stronger than most, and so most of the people he knew he associated with a certain scent. James' was simple, and all things considering rather distinctive: one of a panic-stricken mouse.

And panic-striken he did indeed seem, if the trembling was any indication. Stooping down as slowly as possible and examining the shivering little lump wedged against his ankle with raised eyebrows, Jae stood there for a long moment, trying to figure out what to do. Then, pursing his lips a bit, he set his books on the ground beside him, hesitated, and then began painstakingly easing James out of his hiding spot, hoping he wouldn't get scratched or bitten for his efforts.

"Hey, kiddo!" He said brightly once he'd finally pulled the little mouse out, gently setting him on the ground in front of him. "What's going on? You wanna shift back and talk about it?" Though his inside voice more or less counted as a bellow on most days, for once he was actually making an effort to keep it down, if only to keep from terrifying the poor kid any more than he already was, and he was careful to keep his body language as non-threatening as possible. He could only hope James wouldn't suddenly take off on him.

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littlebrokenboy
2010-02-05 11:34 am UTC (link)

James never bit, really. And although he was reluctant to leave the little hiding place it was hard for a mouse to fight back against human hands. His tiny claws dug into the cloth nonetheless. Nononononono. His squeak was a pathetic sound, just a little tiny noise as he trembled so hard he was nearly just vibrating. He'd smelled lion, like the lion he'd heard before, like his mother's husband.

When he was wrenched, or so it felt like, from his hiding spot, he curled up tighter into a ball. Can be found don't find me don't find me. Panic and terror had stricken him, leaving his thoughts incoherently rapid. The little tiny form hid his head and pressed himself into the tiniest shape he possibly could.

Jae's voice, regardless of volume, was comforting. It was familiar and it wasn't a roar and as a mouse everything was always loud. But he barely understood the words at first. Being panicked did not help his already scattered and pained thought process, one that had been so often disurpted lately by tragedy.

But the meanings began to seep through, into his tiny shaking form. He sniffed the air, finding no trace of the smell of lion. Slowly he shifted back. He was still in a ball, curled up tight and he had shifted so fast he'd only managed to keep his undershirt and underwear. It was painfully obvious how thin he was like that, looking rather closer to a starvation victim than the healthy student he should have been. And there were scars on his shoulders, claw marks the emanated from his chest.

He didn't speak. Just whimpered and curled up tighter against the ground/

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dskd;fksfkd SORRY. My icon didn't want to come with me, I guess. :<

gojaek
2010-02-10 06:55 am UTC (link)

As the younger teen began shifting back, Jae, not expecting anything out of the ordinary and feeling relieved that he was at the very least collected enough to be willing to cooperate, started to relax. Sure, the kid was tiny – shorter than his youngest sister, even – but when James had turned back completely and his mind had caught up with the image his eyes were presenting to him, he had to stop and stare.

Now, certainly, he hadn't been expecting James to be brimming with ~robust masculinity, but all the same it was a shock to see how fragile and malnourished he was. In retrospect, Jae guessed that this was to be expected if all you ate were carrots and crackers, but then he... well, he just hadn't thought about it that much. Besides, how often did you ever really see things like this? It was... kind of disturbing, actually.

Frowning, Jae leaned away and began shrugging his blazer off. “Here, you... you take this,” he said, a bit of apprehension in his voice. As gently as possible, he draped the blazer around James' thin shoulders, restraining a wince as he finally noticed the scars marring the younger boys' skin. Honestly, it was in these moments that he wondered if he was as worldly and full of life experience as he thought he was, because he was... quite honestly kind of shocked. More than that, he was bewildered at the notion that anyone would be cruel enough to treat someone like this, let alone someone like James. Sure, he was jumpy, but dammit, he was a good kid!

Biting the inside of his cheek, Jae took a moment to breathe. No use in flying off the handle just yet – he had to figure out what was going on. Think, then act. Hey, he could strain himself occasionally.

After a moment of silence, he continued, careful to keep a reasonable distance between himself and James so that the boy wouldn't feel crowded. He did want to seem like he was reaching out to him, but somehow he didn't think invading James' personal space would go over well. “What's up? Did something happen?” Belatedly, he realized that was sort of a stupid question – of course something had happened! Why else would James be so terrified?

Making a face at both himself and the situation, he tried again, leaning his elbow on his knee. “You wanna talk about it?”

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ILU!

littlebrokenboy
2010-02-10 11:45 am UTC (link)

The touch of the blazer made the little teen wince. It might not have been much. But with his eyes closed he couldn't tell. And every touch felt like a threat with the still-lingering smell of lion, the still trembling panic in his chest. He curled tighter beneath the close and inhaled. There it was, there it was a different scent. It was the familiar scent he'd run to as a mouse. Without looking up at Jae, without even considering it, he grabbed each side of the blazer with the opposite hand.

Wrapped up tightly in the warm, familiar-scented cloth, he slowly shifted his head so he could see the other. It was a very familiar angle, to be looking up at someone else. But it wasn't as scary as he'd imagined it to be. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment before he slowly, slowly, shifted to be sitting up. With his knees pulled to his chest and the blazer held tightly to cover up his pale skin, his tininess was enhanced. His entire self fit into the other boy's blazers easily, like a child in his parent's clothing.

The question caught him off-guard. He was silent for a moment, staring just past Jae's face. He didn't dare meet anyone's eyes. And he wasn't entirely sure he could speak either. His tongue was heavy and tied in frightened knots. For a moment, for just a moment, he'd been at home, back in his father's clutches, under the paw that had left the scars across his chest and shoulders and stomach.

"I-I-I-I-I..." The stutter tangled up the letter and his head fell, failing his first attempt. Nervous licking his lips, hugging himself tighter and pulling part of the blazer above his head, he started to speak again in a very soft voice. "L-l-l-lion," he, finally, mumbled. And even that word didn't want to come out.

His eyes focused up on the older boy's ear. "C-c-can't... t-t-t... t-t-talk."

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