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Post by chiara on Dec 23, 2010 23:52:24 GMT -5
YOU MAKE ME SICK BECAUSE I ADORE YOU SO
----- i love all the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me.
TAG: MIAH | 2:30 PM | LOUNGE | AN IDLE MIND IS THE DEVIL'S PLAYGROUNDBoredom. The bane of Solomon's existence. He felt useless and unproductive, even though all his homework had been finished and his cello long practiced into oblivion. He lounged on one of the leather sofas in the quiet common room, only because his dorm suite annoyed him so much. No one had wanted to play chess with him here, and soon he found himself quite alone. Not that it mattered to Solomon, who let out an impetuous sigh and lithely rolled onto his back, twisting up his ebony shirt to carelessly display his lean white waistline. He looked like a cat, shoulders and hips cocked in different directions as he stretched out to the length of the sofa, taking it all to himself. His wild blue eyes bounced around, from the window to the ceiling and to the doorway where students passed every so often. He would stare out the door for several minutes at a time, upside down, before twisting around to a different position.
It was then that he caught a glimpse of a familiar face - his Jeremiah Kostine, walking innocently through the hallway. Sheer bad luck that he had happened to pass Solomon's doorway, especially on a day when Solomon had nothing better to do and a lot of energy to spare. Jumping up on to his knees, a snarl of a smirk curled up Solomon's lips and hollowed his cheekbones. "Kost-ine, Kost-ine..." he sang in a low tenor to the tune of the Phantom of the Opera's "Angel of Music", replacing "Christine" with "Kostine" in hopes of attracting the boy's attention as his dark voice echoed into the marble hall. "Where in the world have you been hiding? Really you are perfect... I only wish I knew your secret; who is your great tutor? Ko-stine, Ko-stine..." Solomon chuckled to himself as he sang his silly tune, propping himself up by his elbows on the back of the sofa in anticipation of drawing Miah to him.
"Come to me, angel." Solomon purred softly, shaking the fringe away from his eyes. He was in a predatory mood of late, especially when struck with the misfortune of boredom. The Kostine boy he hated. Well, he hated all of the Kostines, but none of them had so stupidly gotten paint all over his expensive new shoes. And even though the shoes were replaceable, the incident had awakened a sleeping giant. Generally Solomon drifted through school in a careless slumber, more content to simply ignore everyone. It took an event to cause him to target someone, and unfortunately Jeremiah had done just that. The boy's insufferably adorable "lost-puppy" quality only made things worse. It wetted Solomon's appetite and made him resentful of what he could not have. The boy had a loving family. It was more than enough to hate him for.
NOTES: Assuming they've already had the paint incident xD.
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Post by misfit on Dec 24, 2010 9:12:47 GMT -5
Just having left Billy's room after a 'family meeting', Miah was a little disgruntled and a lot bored. There hadn't been anything new to be said. Brooke was still in remission, he was still dyslexic (not like that was going to change anytime soon), and everyone else was as healthy as they had been before. Jeremiah had told them of the incident with Solomon Cross, in which he had accidentally knocked over some paint onto the boy's shoes. He hadn't known the paint was there, it hadn't been his, he only used pens and sometimes sharpies to do his work. He hadn't known the boy's shoes were right beneath the can either. But, that was all in the past now. Solomon Cross hated him more than he hated any of the other Kostine kids and he made sure to make Jeremiah's life a living hell whenever he could. No one had even been around when the incident had occurred and yet Solomon acted as if the whole school had seen it happen. What a life, Miah thought.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he headed down the hallway and was just passing the common room when he heard his name. Or rather, his last name. Which meant that anyone could have been calling any one of his family members. But, alas, he knew the voice and knew that he was the only Kostine who would warrant such a creature's attentions. Solomon. Damn. Jeremiah started out ignoring his name and continued to make his way past the door, but then the neanderthal started to sing a bit of a tune with his name in it. Even that didn't bother him. What did was the fact that the guy wouldn't let up. Jeremiah knew he was being bated but he couldn't help himself. He stopped in the doorway, way out of Solomon's physical reach, and just looked at the guy. He wasn't interested in playing games today. He really wasn't.
Jeremiah continued to stand there with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, his thin body leaning against the wooden door frame nonchalantly as if he didn't care about anything or anyone. Solomon Cross was beneath him, and he knew it, but the guy still intimidated him sometimes. Today, however, wasn't one of those days. Today he just felt...not amused.
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Post by chiara on Dec 24, 2010 10:23:54 GMT -5
YOU MAKE ME SICK BECAUSE I ADORE YOU SO
----- i love all the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me.
TAG: MIAH | 2:30 PM | LOUNGE | AN IDLE MIND IS THE DEVIL'S PLAYGROUNDSolomon smirked as the kid stepped into the door frame, and warily kept his distance. An accomplishment, but Solomon didn't appreciate his kitten's expression. To him, Jeremiah looked like a kitten with his thin figure, upturned nose, and pretty eyes. But that unimpressed, slightly irritated look was rather disobedient. "Come on now, what's with that look?" Solomon crooned in a saccharine tone, "You don't think I'm still mad at you, do you? I'm totally over the paint thing - I didn't even like those shoes anyway, so you were basically doing me a favor." He assured Jeremiah with an untrustworthy glint to his eye, "Actually the reason I was mean to you was because I was jealous of you. You're really lucky, you know that?" Solomon sighed, a little of his bitter tenderness leaking through. He looked down and away, his smirk erasing into nothingness.
"So I just wanted to extend an apology for being such a dick," Solomon sighed, the words coming out too smoothly. He extended his hand out over the arm of the sofa, luring Jeremiah in to shake it. Of course eliciting a sincere apology from Solomon was downright impossible. Still he liked to prey on the goodness of others, especially the goodness in them that thought he had a shred of decency. He didn't. His extended palm was like a beartrap, sitting in wait. A mean plan was concocting in his brain, simmering behind those blue eyes. If Jeremiah took the bait, he'd get more than a good grip. He'd get a sharp pull onto the sofa, and in that position Solomon could effectively trap the poor bird. Solomon was irritated and wanted to change that sour expression. Teach the boy a lesson or two about respecting his superiors. Not to mention tormenting the boy put him in a good mood. At least for a few moments.
NOTES: Meh short. Didn't want to powerplay xD.
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Post by misfit on Dec 24, 2010 10:36:21 GMT -5
Jeremiah didn't want to fall into this boy's trap, knowing that the guy was as mean as a snake and was quite sneaky in his own way. Miah knew that something was going to go wrong here but he just didn't know what. There was a trap, he could feel it approaching him like a runaway train. Underneath his calm demeanor, Miah was beginning to panic a little, trying to figure out his options and wondering how far he could run before the guy caught up with him. Could he make it back to Billy's room in time? Would his older brother still there? Solomon spoke up and asked him what the look was for, asking if him if thought that he was still mad at him over the paint incident. He told him how he hated those shoes and how Miah had done him a favor. Jeremiah wasn't fooled by the story, he could tell it was a lie. He just knew it was. He stood his ground for a moment and watched the guy warily. He heard Solomon speak up once more after a moment.
He told Miah that he was mean to him because he was jealous. He told him that he was lucky and asked if he knew that. Solomon's smirk disappeared after a moment as he turned his face away from Jeremiah. When he looked up again, he looked somber and almost heart broken. Miah instantly became cautious and listened as the older boy told him that he wanted to apologize for being such a dick to him. He watched as he held out his hand as if in truce and Miah knew not to trust it. Something was definitely wrong here and the guy's sob story was only a lure. He started to take a step forward out of the doorway but stopped himself upon realizing what he was doing. "Oh yeah..." he said, looking at Solomon for a moment. "Why am I so lucky?" he asked, his voice tight.
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