Post by Blaine Bates on Nov 13, 2010 2:04:57 GMT -5
Uh, yes it really is that late, did you not hear me? he thought huffily, bristling as Max threw back his own question. His voice sounded strained but assured when he answered. “Well. I have a perfectly good reason. I stayed up all night last… night… or was it- whenever, yeah, and then I slept all day- er, technically yesterday- and I woke up round about midnight, strolled down here, but the bloody shop’s closed.” He nodded confidently, shifting his weight as he crouched, skepticism at these two young souls floating around within him (though, in reality, there were both older than him even though he appeared the oldest).
Turning his gaze toward Mickey (and not picking up on the cultural reference), Blaine nodded. “Walking does help, though in my case I was sitting. On this bench. Then… people.” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the thought, his eyes still guarded. “Sleep… overrated anyway. Not tired.” Blaine half-heartedly shrugged here. His face- thin-lipped and whitish- was clearly uncomfortable with this whole situation, but he didn’t dare move. Besides the fact that he was devoted to getting his sister school supplies, he also was terrified of physical contact with people.
These two facts left the light-haired student fixed most willingly behind the bench, blowing locks of light brown hair from his cautious gaze. Light blue eyes flicked and twitched with every movement of the two individuals near him; Blaine made a sort of strangled noise, not sure how to converse with these boys at all.
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2010 2:53:00 GMT -5 by Blaine Bates
You can look, but you can't touch I don't think I like you much
Heaven knows what a girl can do Heaven knows what you've got to prove
Romulus smirked. It might have been Orca's false name that got him, since while he didn't get the cultural reference he found the usually very straightforward wolf's attempts at subtlety amusing. Otherwise, it might merely have been this boy - his prey - whose attempts at conversation were clearly just polite excuses for wanting the vampire and his servant to simply vanish into thin air.
"Oh yeah I know how that is," Romulus said casually, "sleeping all day. My sleeping schedule's been messed up for ages." His eyes glanced over at Orca, then back to the boy, "I have to go on walks at night because my parents won't let me be awake in the house while they're trying to sleep. It's so annoying. Usually there's just nobody out here at night so it's always just...boring."
His smirk turned into a frown. "So you're a wizard?" he asked his prey, "how are things up at Firefox right now?"
Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight
The lycan couldn't help it; he snickered at Blaine's reaction. What was up with this guy? It's not like he and Rommy -- excuse me, Max -- were monsters, or anything. Or at least, they didn't look like monsters.
They were totally monsters.
But you wouldn't think so, no, not at all. They were just two cute boys out late just looking for some casual hanging out, or whatever. Something to kill time. Max and Mickey. He liked it, liked this whole game of pretend Romulus had initiated.
"My sleeping schedule's been messed up for ages."
Orca caught the vampire's eye at that statement, and he had to work extremely hard to keep the glee he felt at his master's carefully veiled wit bottled up, almost failing at keeping his features just the cheerful farmboy grin in favor of showering the vampire in adoring glances. Romulus was so goddamn awesome. Too bad he couldn't show his appreciation in any way.
"Aw man, that suuucks," he drawled instead, teal eyes sliding over to Romulus languidly. "Parents, man, who needs 'em?" The last question asked interested him, and so he leaned forward onto the bench, turning his Caribbean-colored gaze Blaine's way.
Indeed, how were things at Firefox? Not that he totally went there all the time, or anything.
Post by Blaine Bates on Nov 25, 2010 4:24:46 GMT -5
Mickey had leaned forward.
Onto the bench. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.
Panic panic panic panic some more panic here have some more bloody panic. That was the general train of thought that plagued Blaine as Mickey leaned forward nonchalantly onto the bench the boy was steadied behind. A curl of his lip marred his features, face contorting with immediate fear lest he be touched. His fingers, previously clutched onto the top of the back of the bench, unclenched as he swiftly distanced himself physically from the chipper young man. As a result of this inadvertent action of Mickey's, Blaine missed Max's well-hidden, witty reference to vampirism.
“School? Not really a fan, so couldn’t tell you much, afraid.” His voice was becoming weedy and increasingly higher-pitched as he grew very anxious. His large hands, along with Emma’s quill, were stuffed in his pockets. A moment later, a small noise was heard as Blaine unintentionally snapped her new quill in half. Here he made a muffled sort of yelp, his face crumpling in guilt mixed in with the fear from before. He uttered a strained “bollocks” as he hunched his shoulders and stiffened up.
He wrinkled his noise disdainfully at the pair, carefully edging away from Mickey but not any nearer to Max, either. He gulped audibly, however, as the lamppost nearest them wavered then expired noiselessly. Blaine let out a low groan as the discomfort, and now darkness, that hung in the air around him thickened. His hands, though they couldn’t tell, became clammy as his heart flapped about uneasily within him. Blaine's eye twitched again. I must stay. It’s for a good cause. Plus I broke Emma's pen... Another, more emphatic, "bollocks" was uttered.
Looking over Romulus once more, he looked decidedly paler than Mickey, or even Blaine himself, so he took the liberty of blurting out, “I say- fever? Well. I mean, is that- you look quite… sick. All right?” Licking his lips in a nervous manner, Blaine stood and waited, though not for an answer in particular.
Last Edit: Nov 25, 2010 4:26:15 GMT -5 by Blaine Bates
You can look, but you can't touch I don't think I like you much
Heaven knows what a girl can do Heaven knows what you've got to prove
So Blaine would be of no use when it came to information, Romulus realized much to his disappointment. He heard Orca's comment, but he uttered no reply, instead focusing all of his attention on the lycan's movement. Orca had become uncomfortably close to the student, as was his nature, but it served to assist the Prince. What seemed like an amiable expression could double as cornering him, should the student become aware of his danger.
Beyond his polite paranoia, anyhow.
Just then, Romulus picked up the sound of a snap from within Blaine's pocket. The quill he had so generously offered earlier was now useless. A scowl crossed the vampire's face for a moment, that the boy could not even keep a gift safe, but it vanished soon after. What was it Romulus's business if the quill was snapped or not? He had offered it because it was useless to him. Still, his eyes remained focused on the pocket, and the light above them that lit the street dimmed and extinguished.
It was not close to morning at all, yet. The entire street was left in what was almost perfect darkness, which the vampire saw through as clearly as if the lamppost had never gone out. Unfortunately for Blaine, however, it was now much more difficult to tell where anything was. The vampire shivered, "that's so creepy...I hate it when it gets dark like that." A small smile appeared on his face, all the same.
Through the darkness, Blaine must've seen how his skin was so white it was illuminated. At least, that was Romulus's assumption, considering his comment about the prince looking 'sick.' "Me? Sick?" Romulus laughed, as if he got that comment all the time, "no, no, I'm just really pale. I don't get much sun." His footsteps inched across the ground, silent as a shadow, so that his leg was now against the bench. "Sorry," he said, "if I'm getting too close, I just...I don't like it when it's dark."
Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight
All he'd done was lean forward but the fear that broke out over Blaine's face was immense and immediate. What a weirdo. Idly, he wondered how the kid would react if he hugged him, or something. Haha, he'd probably explode!
Like Romulus, Orca's sharply attuned ears caught the snapping sound when Blaine put the quill in his pocket, but unlike Romulus, he just grinned widely. He done that a billion times himself, put something fragile in his pocket only to withdraw it later broken into pieces. It was just a stupid, careless mistake.
Then again, so was walking around in the middle of the night in magical Spain.
Above them, the light went out. Orca blinked, eyes immediately adjusting. He glanced again at Romulus when he spoke, catching the little smile there. A shiver went down Orca's spine, and he finally allowed admiration to shine through in his ever present smile. Not like Blaine could see them, anymore, it had gotten so dark. Awesome!
Rommy, sick?
He outright snickered, then immediately followed it up with a comment to make it seem less out of place. "Haha, maybe you should go tanning or something sometime. Get out more, man."
Man, Romulus was so amazing. There was no way he could ever compare. How did the vampire manage to keep such a straight face with all his little lies and stuff? Orca would have failed right off the bat. Hey, he was doing pretty good playing the part of the totally not-lycan human boy Mickey, right? It was a start.
The lycan remained where he was, guessing both of them advancing would probably be too much for the kid, but his muscles tensed, and he watched Romulus for a sign as for what to do next.
Post by Blaine Bates on Jan 10, 2011 3:20:48 GMT -5
And boy, was it dark. Blaine’s bright blue eyes widened rather hopelessly as his eyes adjusted to the immense lack of light. Okay, so the bench was right in front of him, the slightly-eerily glowing Max stood just opposite him, on the other edge of the bench, and he could only assume Mickey was still in the middle of the bench, between Max and Blaine. In essence: TOO CLOSE.
Blaine though, weirdly feeling more comfortable in the dark now that he couldn’t really see his company, relaxed his shoulders infinitesimally. He then contented himself by scooting further away until his back hit the lamppost that went out a foot or so behind him. Latching onto the fixture, he swung around and tried (obviously in vain) to hide behind it, gripping the pole tightly. Anything physical to hold onto was great, but he was still near the shop he came out here for – with that, the resolve thickened in his eyes. (Maybe he really was a Hufflepuff… ah well. Thoughts for another time.)
And nearly all that resolve thinned out as quickly as it came. An almost forced laugh escaped Blaine as Max explained that he was just pale. “Oh ho! Just… pale. Okay. Good- good to know, I suppose. Well then! That’s, uh, one mystery solved.” He seemed overcome with the need to fill up the silent dark between them all, as a sense of impending doom lingered in the air now. It was faint, as if Blaine had danger sensors and they were on the fritz from lack of use, but they detected something foul nonetheless. It almost was like those scary Muggle picture mum wouldn’t let Emma watch but Blaine watched for her, to tell her what happened so she wouldn’t feel left out. But, unfortunately for Blaine, his imagination ran a little wilder than his sister’s.
“What. Er. That is, do you two hear something?” That something was really a rat scurrying along the ground, but the rustling startled Blaine and he absolutely pounced the lightpole, wrapping his legs around it in his haste only to slide down slowly (read: rather comically). Untangling his lanky lower limbs from the post and righting himself, he still fastened himself to the lamp doggedly, eyeing the spot where he thought the shop was.
Eyes wide and face blanching, the Ravenclaw uttered, “Some- something’s out there? Do you hear- or was it just me?” This was more a general talking-to-yourself than it was a question to either Max or Mickey, but the tall boy stood resolutely to his spot, though his mind was starting to become plagued by images of zombies, Things, ghouls, and other various creatures of the night. A crescent moon emerged slowly (dramatically?) from behind a cloud, suddenly casting a very dim light on the scene. This, however, was not a comfort to Blaine, and he frowned.
Oh, this is rubbish. Do excuse me, I’m feeling a bit rusty, but owed a post.
You can look, but you can't touch I don't think I like you much
Heaven knows what a girl can do Heaven knows what you've got to prove
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