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Post by scott prescott on Aug 13, 2016 16:52:14 GMT
 A COLD RAIN IS FALLING it's never a mystery to anybody that scott prescott hated most things he saw, people included. actually, correction: 'bitter' was probably a better suited term but lately, the things ('people') on his list of distaste only seemed to be increasing. no thanks to his roommate who had quickly earned a spot at the top of that list; especially on nights where said roommate actually stayed in their dorm room. "scout boyce," ... whose parents clearly hated him enough to give him such a name. was he even one to talk about silly birth names, though? nonetheless, the blonde peeled his gaze from his text and notebooks. he glanced over his shoulder, amber eyes scanning the dark, open space behind him. no one: there was no one closeby, which was actually more worrisome than if there were. "i know you're staying here today. but pray tell, where?" he further questioned. he felt a sudden urge to open the cupboards in the kitchen area or the sock/underwear drawers. but, it would only seem all the more ridiculous to check any of those places since people normally wouldn't. then again, was his roommate normal? was anyone in this school 'normal?' he let out a snort, his eyebrow twitching ever so slightly. he wasn't just surrounded by idiots; he was surrounded by freaks, and scout boyce was one of the worst cases. "go find a friend, as i'm sure you have plenty: 'freaks of the same nature flock together' and all," amber eyes rolled back to his study books. he quietly turned a page in his science text, though he wasn't remotely focused on reading the material at the moment; what if the guy just jumped out from behind and slit his throat? he could almost feel his stomach tying in a knot. "be reasonable and spend the night at their place. it's not like you use this room 95% of the time, being the nocturnal thief that you are," like raccoons. but let's be real, what else could a guy possibly be doing sneaking around after hours? "there is absolutely no reason why tonight has to be an exception."the faster he left, the better scott would be able to sleep later. rather, he probably wouldn't at all be able to, knowing that his roommate was still here since... well, that's usually the case. but, could anyone actually blame him? calling scout boyce a 'freak of nature' was no doubt an understatement. WITHOUT YOU, I'M STRUGGLING, MY LOVE MADE BY ★MEULK |
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Post by SCOUT BOYCE on Aug 18, 2016 4:16:10 GMT
 | give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty... but I'm smiling at everything. |
Scout blinked to himself. No honor among thieves. No love loss among roommates. It was a simple observation he'd made since the beginning of this school term. Another year without graduating and now at the age of nineteen, he knew his days were numbered. He had high hopes when he was assigned a roommate finally. He'd been here some years and no one was keen to share a room with him. He wasn't exactly sloppy but maybe it was his schedule that made him unbearable. Scout shrugged his shoulders. Vampires just had a different way to live. He wasn't pressing anyone into his lifestyle, nor would be be pressed upon to change.
At this point already, he'd gotten accustomed to ignoring the blonde who at this moment in time had a hint of desperation in his voice. Scout sighed to himself and let the closet door creak open when pushing it with his hand.
"My friends are busy. So, do me a favor and keep it down." He said from his hanging upside-down position in the closet. "Your paranoid ramblings don't go well with this book, even if it is medieval horror literature." He let the closet door stay open, even if it was just so that Prescott could look around to see that he was right there.
There he was, bound in make-shift ankle locks to a sturdy bar in the closet hanging upside-down. His hair and clothes affected by gravity but staring at a book and occasionally flipping the page. He was completely disinterested with what Prescott was doing. The blonde was a child and his conversational skills were of the same level.
And yet, Prescott insisted that Scout was the weird one.
"If my friends are busy, I'm sure that means that they don't need my company." He said with cold logic, not bothering to look up from his book. "Math aside, tonight is part of the five percent." He closed his book. He wouldn't get much more reading done if the blonde wanted to argue with someone. Maybe it was a way of postponing his work.
Childlike, indeed.
Scout dropped his book to the floor to free his hands for the next task. He pulled his torso upward, stretching to grasp at the clasps at his ankles. He undid them and hung from the closet rod as he he feet dropped. He did try to give the blonde privacy but even with that, he wasn't happy just knowing that he existed in the room.
Scout's head wobbled around in a circular fashion, cracking his neck before he reached back and closed the closet door. Maybe Prescott was feeling claustrophobic. It wasn't exactly a large dorm room.
"Maybe you should take a walk to clear your head." Scout suggested. The dark haired boy wasn't interested in such things. His head was always clear. But, he did enjoy a good walk at night. The air was very crisp. Scout sat down at the desk beside Scott's and opened his laptop.
"Or was all that dialogue exchange a sad attempt at holding a conversation with me?" He asked not looking at Scott. He glared at his computer screen, clicking around at things. "You'll have to do better than that, Prescott."
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Post by scott prescott on Aug 21, 2016 6:55:12 GMT
A COLD RAIN IS FALLING he stared with little amusement at his own homework when he heard the closet door opening. really? of all places, this guy was inside the closet? "damn basketcase," and to think that he shouldn't be surprised or startled by anything anymore at this point. with a sigh, the blonde glanced over his shoulder, but only to end up tilting his head in both annoyance and confusion, "a valid explanation for your current grade level." it was almost surprising that this guy's ankles were still intact. the day someone allowed this nutjob to graduate was the day an entire train full of people would've been murdered, probably; he definitely seemed the type to pull out a hatchet and sling it around at innocent citizens. at the thought, a chill ran down scott's spine. nobody's gotten murdered in this school yet, right? according to what he knew, the murderous ones were separated from others... but then again, who was to say that the seemingly 'harmless' ones wouldn't kill? heck, even the moron that gave him a tour around the school the other day seemed like psycho killer material. nonetheless, his hand reached up and briefly pushed at his glasses. the corners of his mouth stretched and he let go of a small huff, "pray tell, five percent of what, exactly-" he began, but only to visibly flinch when scout suddenly dropped his book on the floor. a blonde eyebrow twitched, "do you even realize that it is currently midnight, scout boyc-"the rest of his words were swallowed down rather quickly when his roommate began to untie himself, "what do you think you're doing?" he questioned, a sense of sharpness in his tone, like he was wary. and he was. "i was the one who asked you to leave," scott insisted, "as if you care for your studies; how many years have you been in this school, exactly?" not that he would know or care, but just look at this creep's face. or maybe it was because of the fact that scott was somewhat scrawny comparing to other sixteen-year-olds- he could've stopped breathing altogether when the blacknette suddenly took a seat at his desk; right next to the younger boy, "say what you wish, scout boyce. you and i both know that is not the case. unless that was your aim, of course, in which case i must politely decline," sourly, scott scooched himself further away from his roommate, even if only slightly considering the size of his desk. gaze returned to his textbook as he, too, glared at the materials he had on hand, "must you suddenly get so close? whether this is your way of getting my attention or, more accurately, my nerves: it's working. isn't it enough that you've already spreaded your filth across campus?" though not exactly his sacred haven, this dorm room could almost be considered as scott's temporary home (which it was). it was the lesser of all evils within birchwood and yet, this basketcase just had to go around contaminating it. "what does it require for you to spend your time elsewhere? considering you seem so fascinated by dark places, shouldn't you be camping out in the school basement instead?" the previously arched brow lifted once more, "figured you're too moronic to realize it."WITHOUT YOU, I'M STRUGGLING, MY LOVE MADE BY ★MEULK |
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