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Tweak says, "Life is pain."

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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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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