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Post by NICOLAS VUONG on Aug 7, 2016 6:02:57 GMT
[googlefont=Questrial] [attr="class","turnmeonbase2"] [attr="class","turnmeonscript2"]It was the beginning of yet another school year, and already Nicolas found himself alone once again in the hellhole that was called Birchwood. Now, it wasn’t as if he was unsociable by any means, of course. While he typically kept to himself, the eighteen-year-old was charming when he wanted to be, and he was gifted with the ability to articulate himself well. Nick had all the resources to make friends, and unlike some of the more troubled students at the academy, he didn’t suffer from any particularly concerning disorders or issues that would warrant him acting out or lashing out or whatever kids seemed to be doing these days. No, the simple truth was that most of the friends he did make had a tendency to disappear on him, like his roommate, Chadwick Duval, or former friend, Kristina Johnson.
He was sure whatever fate befell upon them was infinitely worse than Birchwood.
Sucked to be them.
The male strolled down the hallway, a box of glazed donuts in his arms as he kept his eyes peeled for any indication that someone was home. Although he found it to be a pain, Nicolas made it a habit to introduce himself to his new neighbors at the beginning of each term. Making connections was how a person stayed alive in a place like this, and while the faculty was successful in detaining any particularly violent students that threatened to cause an uproar, the senior had seen too many impromptu fights break out and several incidents in which several or more students were severely injured to put full faith within the school administration — it was just better to get into everyone’s good graces, he figured.
And if he was lucky, maybe a newfound friend would offer to help clean the garbage heap that was his room. Ever since Chadwick had mysteriously disappeared overnight, the task of housekeeper fell solely on his shoulders, and to no one’s surprise but his own, the slacker was having immense difficulty adjusting to this sudden change. His formerly meticulously-kept room was now littered with a various assortment of dirty clothing and food containers, and overall he had to admit that it was just downright unsanitary. But despite this, he was just thankful that he had seen no roaches.
Yet, anyways.
As he made his way back to his room, Nicolas passed by a room whose door was slightly ajar and backtracked. “Well, look at what we have here,” he cooed, a devilish smirk forming on his lips. “Could this be fate?” Taking this as a sign to enter, Nicolas gave a light rap on the door to alert whoever was inside before letting himself in — the teenager did have manners, after all, contrary to his blunt personality. A sudden flood of intense artificial light blinded him momentarily, causing him to shield his eyes with an arm. “Whoa, are you an angel? ‘Cause I swear I can see your halo,” came his ever so brilliant greeting. Once his vision readjusted to his new surroundings, he extended a hand to greet whoever was present.
“My name’s Nicolas. I live a couple of doors down from you. You want some donuts? I just picked up some on my way back.”
Okay, now that was much better.
“You wanna play some H-games with me?”
And that was just weird. [attr="class","turnmeonlyricssub2"] OUR THOUGHTS ARE SILENT, TRANSPARENT. ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM, ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM. I WANNA BREAK THE RULES WITH YOU.  [attr="class","turnmeonnotes2"] dean vegashere u go, auto boto ;* [newclass=.turnmeonbase2]width:400px;background-color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonscript2]padding-top:25px;padding-bottom:25px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#ccc;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonlyricssub2]width:150px;padding-bottom:25px;text-align:left;font-family:questrial;font-size:9px;color:#999;text-transform:uppercase;word-spacing:3px;margin-right:130px;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonnotes2]height:0px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#999;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonbase2:hover .turnmeonnotes2]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] |
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 8, 2016 0:07:06 GMT
▲ for someone like dean vegas, there was always this habit of giving something his all for a short period of time. however, he was quick to get bored and even quicker to cut ties if the other party became too attached. why force himself once it stopped being fun, right? it would certainly explain why he hung out with 90% of the school but only had a handful of close friends; not because he was 'two-faced' or anything, but because there lacked a sense of loyalty that most others looked for in friendships. and so, there he was, laying lazily on the floor of his dorm room after a 'former friend' pushed and then ditched him for blurting out something 'thoughtless.' was it really his fault, though? he could've sworn that honesty was a trait appreciated by society but, apparently he wasn't supposed to say that he would rather sit in his room alone than listening to them complain. well, whatever: it was their loss, not his. brows furrowed a bit, the ginger bounced back up and was about to crawl over to his laptop when there came a sudden knock on the door, "yanno that it's too fuckin' late if yer thinking of apologizing or some shit?" dean said aloud, believing whole-heartedly that his 'friend' had decided to return for whatever reason. it wasn't really anyone he was familiar with, however. sure, he'd seen the guy before since their dorms were so close and they were both seniors, but... dean wasn't exactly the type to pay attention or remember every single person in his classes despite the tendency to share random conversations here and there. most of his time was spent napping or goofing around even if he did show up to class. "oh my god, are you hitting on me?" he yelled in response to the purplenette's pickup line of sorts; arms shot up to cover his chest as though he was naked, "don't do that, i'm an innocent fucking flower and if y'think that i'm some cheap slut-" the dramatics paused when something more important hit his ears and, almost instantly, dean's eyes shot down to the donuts, fully ignoring the hand that was being offered, "nevermind, ya gimme the whole box and i'll give ya my virginity." he said, lying through his teeth and feeling absolutely no ounce of guilt for it. still, his hand reached forward and made a direct grab at the box, "h-games?" dean questioned, left brow quirked and gaze practically glued to the donuts, "that sounds like a kinky as fuck position that i've never even heard of b'fore but i'm down-... will ya let go?" upper lip flared to bear his gritting teeth, the ginger finally looked up to nicolas. his one hand tugged on the box continuously, hoping to snatch it out of the other male's hand, "'cause if i starve to death right now from a lack of donuts, you'd be the first suspect on the list, dipshit."NICOLAS VUONG ● 518 ● screeches bromancing over h-games and misunderstandings hella MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by NICOLAS VUONG on Aug 8, 2016 4:44:57 GMT
[googlefont=Questrial] [attr="class","turnmeonbase2"] [attr="class","turnmeonscript2"]Okay, so he walked in on a person sprawled across the floor, looking rather irate as he shouted something about forgiveness. But as sad as it was, this was one of the more normal things that Nicolas had seen during his time at Birchwood. Seriously, now. He’d witnessed even stranger occurrences, one of the more disturbing sights involving someone doing unspeakable things with a condom, a goldfish, and a toilet plunger. Yeah, weird.
But, he digressed.
Retracting his hand, Nicolas watched in amusement as the teenager before him launched into a long-winded spiel about his purity, his purple brows quirking as he absorbed his newfound companion’s words. The eighteen-year-old was completely unruffled by the rambling in all honesty, and the French-Vietnamese male simply laughed as he took it all in stride. “What if I told you that I was?” he asked with a coquettish grin, keeping an iron grip on the box of donuts. “Love at first sight, my lovely little lily blossom.”
Wait, did lilies even come in the color red?
He cocked his head, a contemplative expression crossing his face before he merely shrugged.
Close enough.
Holding back a snort, Nicolas laughed once more as he took note of the redhead’s fixation with his food, and violet eyes took on a delighted (if not somewhat sadistic) gleam as the other male proceeded to make a hasty grab for said goods. Although the ginger’s efforts were commendable, Nick had the faster reflexes, and after wriggling the box from the Dean’s hands, the slacker held the box high in the air behind him, out of his neighbor’s reach — if the guy wanted it that much, he’d have to tackle the purple-haired teenager to get it. “Only if you give me your name first, my love.” And as if this wasn’t embarrassing enough, he blew a kiss with his free hand for good measure — jokingly, of course. “Let’s get to know each other before we do the dance with no pants.”
What a weirdo.
But when it looked as if things couldn't possibly get weirder than it already was, Nicolas decided to kick things up a notch. “I love it when you treat me like that,” he continued, referring to Dean’s use of ‘dipshit’. “Degrade me even more.”
This. This was why he was exiled here. [attr="class","turnmeonlyricssub2"] OUR THOUGHTS ARE SILENT, TRANSPARENT. ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM, ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM. I WANNA BREAK THE RULES WITH YOU. [attr="class","turnmeonnotes2"] dean vegas/wEEPS I GUESS... THEY ARE THE H-GAME... THINGS GOT RLY WEIRD RLY QUICKLY LMAO I AM SO SORRY [newclass=.turnmeonbase2]width:400px;background-color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonscript2]padding-top:25px;padding-bottom:25px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#ccc;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonlyricssub2]width:150px;padding-bottom:25px;text-align:left;font-family:questrial;font-size:9px;color:#999;text-transform:uppercase;word-spacing:3px;margin-right:130px;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonnotes2]height:0px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#999;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonbase2:hover .turnmeonnotes2]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] |
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 11, 2016 4:04:32 GMT
▲ the box was quick to slip out of his grip and dean was left to stare down at his empty hand. fingers flexing and eyebrow twitching, his gaze returned to the other male, "oh my god, you can't just waltz into someone else's room with food but only to deny 'em of it?" he growled, "i bet yer a sadist or somethin'." blinking a few times, dean suddenly snickered through his teeth, "heh. that's pervy." but, wasn't that to be expected? this guy wanted to 'dance with no pants,' after all. "what does that even mean?" dean continued to stare at the purplenette for a moment. he frowned, one hand moving up to mildly stroke his chin as he attempted to make sense of this somewhat-stranger's words, "but i thought you were a sadist? now yer a masochist too? man! yer a greedy one, ain't'cha? it's like how i wanna makeout with you and have 'em donuts but i obviously can't have both, 'cause yer bein' a tease and shit," well, at least he realized that much, right? that in itself was something of an improvement really. though then again, dean vegas was probably the definition of 'greedy,' himself; snickering he lifted both of his hands suddenly and placed them on nicholas' shoulders. "it's dean. but 'dee' prolly works better." he offered, however once the words were spoken, he puckered up his lips and leaned forward towards nicholas' mouth. whether he succeeded in the intended contact was one thing, but soon as it did ( if it did), the ginger was quick to aim his right hand over to the box of donuts: you know, the ones that were oh-so-tragically pried from him earlier, "haaah!!" he yelled, left hand pushing down almost as though he was using nicholas as some sort of stepping stool... which he was. that much was obvious when even his right foot had lifted to practically step on the purplenette, "c'mon! give 'em t'me, i'm yer 'love' aren't i? feed yer lover, god dammit!"NICOLAS VUONG ● 353 ● this is shorter than i intended bc i dun wanna make assumptions weeps gomENE BBCAKES MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by NICOLAS VUONG on Aug 16, 2016 0:06:31 GMT
[googlefont=Questrial] [attr="class","turnmeonbase2"] [attr="class","turnmeonscript2"]It was as if they were engaged in some outlandish courtship ritual or some sort of battle to the death — either one worked, considering what was at stake.
Although that raised the question as to what exactly was at stake here. A box of donuts that the eighteen-year-old had purchased from some old gas station? They weren’t even particularly good donuts, yet here the two were, duking it out for the possession of said box. But to be fair, it seemed as if the only person that cared was Dean, as Nicolas was entirely apathetic about the entire ordeal. All he wanted was to elicit some sort of reaction from his feisty neighbor, and so long as the ginger played right into his hands, he would continue to bait the perpetually hungry (or so it seemed) boy. There was no intent on his part to purposely draw the ire of the redhead, really.
Nicolas was just a troll.
“The term is sadomasochist, thank you very much,” the truant stated matter-of-factly, unperturbed by the other male’s accusations; in fact, he was welcoming them. “Kind of like a seke can vacillate between being a seme and an uke, except I’m not gay.” The purple-haired male paused, allowing a quizzical expression to cross his features before continuing. “Or… at least I don’t think I’m gay?” He cocked his head slightly, his hand still held high in the air, far away from the reaches of the younger teenager, as he took a moment to reflect upon his words. “Yeah, I like girls,” Nicolas affirmed, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “But if you wanna shove your tongue down my throat, that’s your prerogative.”
But when he felt the redhead’s hands on his shoulders, he felt a twinge of regret for what he said.
Just a twinge.
Blanching, Nick gazed at the other male, his eyes widening perceptibly in horror as the boy drew closer to his face. The slacker had an inkling that he really shouldn’t have said that, but the words had already escaped his lips, forcing him to deal with the consequences. It was all too late to to anything now; all he could do was simply brace himself for what was to come. But in a split second of sudden brilliance, an idea came to mind, and he tilted his head upwards, leaving the ginger to… kiss his chin?! Admittedly, that was a first for Nicolas, but for the time being, he managed to evade an otherwise horrific kiss with someone he’d met not even five minutes before. He wasn’t a stranger to locking lips with others, but he had to say that he wasn’t the type to kiss random strangers — what if they had herpes?!
“Just give me your name, darling, and I’ll feed you,” came his reply. “Fuck, I’ll even stuff you until you resemble a donut hole.”
Needless to say, he was a little annoyed with how things were going. [attr="class","turnmeonlyricssub2"] OUR THOUGHTS ARE SILENT, TRANSPARENT. ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM, ONLY WE CAN HEAR THEM. I WANNA BREAK THE RULES WITH YOU. [attr="class","turnmeonnotes2"] dean vegasIt’s okay! Feel free to throw a shoe at me via private message on any of my accounts if necessary. I’m usually down for anything. B)b [newclass=.turnmeonbase2]width:400px;background-color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonscript2]padding-top:25px;padding-bottom:25px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#ccc;text-align:justify;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonlyricssub2]width:150px;padding-bottom:25px;text-align:left;font-family:questrial;font-size:9px;color:#999;text-transform:uppercase;word-spacing:3px;margin-right:130px;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonnotes2]height:0px;width:350px;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;color:#999;overflow:hidden;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass][newclass=.turnmeonbase2:hover .turnmeonnotes2]height:60px;transition:500ms;-webkit-transition:500ms;-moz-transition:500ms;[/newclass] |
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Post by dean vegas on Aug 19, 2016 3:34:56 GMT
▲ crimson eyes blinked rather stupidly at the purplenette, his struggling coming to a stop. he blinked around and over his shoulder, as though looking for someone else that was being spoken to. when his 'search' came up with zero results, dean turned back to stare at nicolas, his head tilted and an index finger pointing to his own face, "who? me?" he questioned, though quickly let out a loud laugh, "dude! yer as stupid as me! prolly even more actually, 'cause at least i pay attention when someone tells me their name after i ask for it."snickering, the ginger proceeded to walk around the other boy. hands stuffed into his the pockets of his pants, he stepped out into the hallway; staying in the same place for long could be so stuffy for him, "i'mma go to the caf," where he could sometimes get free food if he just turned up that boyish charm (?) a slight notch; cafeteria ladies were pretty much suckers for that act and, let's be real, dean would do just about anything for the sake of food. "since yer being a stingy cheater bitchface that doesn't wanna share those donuts even though i already told you my name." a huff, and he puffed out his cheeks with a glare at the ceiling, "man! why does everyone think i'm too much of a dumbass to know shit?"probably because of the way he acted, really, which was kind of a plus on many occasions. it was certainly beneficial on many levels. but still. he took a few more steps down the hallway, though turned around again before reaching the elevators, "ya gonna bring those donuts along or what?" he blinked a few times at nicolas, one hand now out of his pocket so as to gesture backwards with his thumb, "didn't ya just say that y'wanted to be friends with the dee?"at the mention of his own nickname, the ginger snorted a laugh through his teeth, "or if you'd rather get to know li'l peewee down here," the thumbing hand came to point down at his own crotch, "that's totally possible too. just say the word and we can go straight back into my room. but if my roomie walks in on us we'll have to invite him along. otherwise he'll get lonely and cry himself to sleep tonight." shoulders shrugged carelessly as he repocketed his left hand, the weight of his hips swaying from side to side because standing still was just so tough."so? what's the plan, sherlock?" speaking as if he was only politely asking for the donuts again. NICOLAS VUONG ● 453 ● what is even happening in this thread anymore omg sry it's not progressing much lmAO /sweats MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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