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Post by caine on Sept 3, 2011 21:43:27 GMT -5
. OH BOY WOULD YOU MIND IF I GOT CLOSER
OH BOY I CAN TELL YOU WANT ME DONTCHYA .Hawthorne Academy was basically one ginormous foster home and Caine was having a hard time figuring it out. In the foster homes kids were usually just messed up from hard times, Caine had never really lived with someone who was just messed up because their brain had a glitch. Sure he had run into his fair share of drug addicts and run of the mill alcoholics, but they were never all together, not like this. The Academy had too many crazies together. Usually there was one and the rest were pretty normally messed up, but the few like Caine that actually deserved to be in a place like this were maybe one per house tops.
The hard thing to find out was who really in charge. Who was the person not to be fucked with and who were the people that he could over power. Usually by per force and brute strength Caine could make sure that people knew that he wasn’t to be fucked with, but there were always the other ones like him that he needed to look out for and the ones even worse than him that he had to note to steer clear of. There were those people that were so fucked up that they simply hurt people for fun and had a good laugh whenever somebody was crying or miserable, Caine wasn’t like that. Caine beat people up because he had to survive, not for entertainment.
So far though the only people Caine has ran into are people that either think they are cool shit and can fuck with him and soon learn they shouldn’t or some general whackados. Actually it was those people that thought that they could actually get the better of him who were the reason he was sitting on the rooftop, his back propped against the small ledge and a cigarette in his mouth. You would think that they might be smart enough to simply steer clear of him from the menacing looks he gave or his snarky, asshole behavior, but apparently they were some kind of stupid.
Caine didn’t have anything to do today so he thought he would take a look around the place, you know get to know the ins and outs as well as a few escape routes if necessary. So far Caine hasn’t done anything too out of control, only yelling and almost hitting people, but restraining himself from hitting the people to just walls and such. However a group of three boys, younger than him and smaller than him, decided that Caine’s not so bad track record should be tested and ruined. See they were acting like they were better than him, treating him like he was stupid just because he was new. Then when one of them touched his shoulder, trying to be “friendly” he snapped.
It was by no means a black out rage, but Caine didn’t like being touched and he didn’t like the boy’s attitudes. Seriously he didn’t do that much damage, he had only done enough to give the guys a few noticeable bruises and maybe a black eye when the security came into the picture. When the pulled Caine away from the beaten trio he shrugged the security guards off and took off in a run. They didn’t sound like they were chasing after him but for safe measures Caine took a stairway that he had passed earlier and kept running up until he reached a door that led to the roof.
Wondering if the security was just used to that kind of mild scuffle and not really caring if they would let it slide or not Caine decided that maybe he could take this chance to kill that horrible aching urge for a cigarette. Caine basically smoked more than a chimney did in a cold winter without a heater. He always had at least two packs on him because one wasn’t always enough. Taking out a pack and pulling out a cigeratte, he lit one up, and pressed it to his lips before inhaling then exhaling a cloud of smoke. If there was one thing that could distract him from a fight was the satisfying feeling of having a cigarette after a little bit too long.
WORDS 708
TAGGED skye
WEARING thiss
NOTABLE let the games begin.
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Post by schuyler james diego on Sept 5, 2011 11:13:41 GMT -5
she was laughing like crazy, [/size] ( MY FUTURE IS STATIC)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit to mighty momo of caution 2.0[/center] schuyler james diago was not one to fuck with people, it didn't seem at all entertaining to him at all. why fuck with someone? one it was more entertaining to just tell the damn truth or whatever was in your head. yeah it got him stuck in the foster care system cause no one cared to adopt him or anything, but oh well? he didn't care much about that, and well he had some crazy moments telling people what he thought. cause he could think some crazy things. now skye was here, because he was a nutcase. yeah not like, i'm gonna kill you insane, but honest to god insane. he saw dead people. yeah technically his parents were dead, and he saw them. so he could say that, and he has, and still be telling the honest to god truth. so yeah, skye was one insane motherfucker, now it wasn't just his past that caused it. but he had some screw that wasn't fully screwed in properly, and well he didn't care. he liked seeing his parents and his little brother. so oh well? if he was insane, so be it.
now most of his day revolved around what rayne wanted to do, and it seemed today they did way too much and it was naptime. not for skye, but for the little crazy boy that he had to keep entertained. without sleep, well the crazy boy was honest to god even more crazy. so he brought him to the room and laid him in the bed, but it seemed he was trying to fight it and he finally walked up to skye with those cute eyes that the blue haired boy could never deny a thing. now his eyes seemed sadder than before, and skye had noticed the more he hung around the actual rayne, the more his rayne became sadder. now he didn't like that, but he didn't want to just avoid his brother for the sake of keeping this small boy a happy one. he wasn't overly depressed sad, but the smallest things could make the tiny boy sad, and it seemed sleeping was one of them, "please skyee," he whined and skye couldn't help but pick up the small boy and sigh. "lets go for a walk."
he stood up and carried the boy all around the school, just trying to get him to fall asleep. finally after a little while, well the small boy was asleep in his arms. now he wasn't heavy but as skye started walking back towards the dorms, he saw sexy man walking into a door that skye knew led to the rooftops. so he moved his body that way, giving the boy a few minutes to get up, so it didn't look like he was stalking him or something. cause he wasn't that insane. at least not that he knew of anyway. he just couldn't help but walk up those stairs, and when he made it to the rooftop, he shrugged off his jacket, setting it like a pillow and laying the small boy on it. "sleep tight rainedrop," he said softly before standing up and staring at caine, he looked so much hotter in person than the chat let him see and he wasn't complaining one tiny bit. "hey sexy man," skye said with a small smirk on his face.
it seemed the hot boy had many names, one including candy caine, and that name to skye wasn't bad at all. not since willow made that dirty remark about it, ah hope might of been disgusted but skye wasn't going to lie. he would love to tap dat. cause hello, do you not see that? skye was going to get that boy to realize he was one fine piece of ass, and that he honestly wasn't fucking with him. "finally figure out you are sexy and come to hide from all the girls? i'm surprised they having torn down your door yet," he said honestly walking over to the boy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by caine on Sept 5, 2011 11:49:01 GMT -5
. OH BOY WOULD YOU MIND IF I GOT CLOSER
OH BOY I CAN TELL YOU WANT ME DONTCHYA .copied over... (basicaly he said "fucking hell" and "what the hell do you want?")
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TAGGED skye
WEARING thiss
NOTABLE let the games begin.
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Post by schuyler james diego on Sept 6, 2011 12:45:41 GMT -5
she was laughing like crazy, [/size] ( MY FUTURE IS STATIC)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -credit to mighty momo of caution 2.0[/center] the blue haired boy knew a lot about the fucked up life that was living in a foster care system. it seriously sucked. he never stayed in one place long enough to know someone. or long enough to have an actual relationship. so this boy had pretty much only had sexual encounters. that was until he got to this school. hell in just a few days he met his little brother, the real one not the one sleeping on the rooftop. he had met his brother's friends and that was strange to say the least. then not long after that he met willow, who was his best friend. she was fun to be around and well his life here wouldn't be as fun without her. then came the sexiness that was miss jay, now she was a part of willow but skye liked to think of them as twins. it was easier that way, because he liked liked jay, and well they were like two different people after all. or at least to him anyway.
so yeah the boy's life had been a pretty good one since he got stuck in this school. yeah people still looked at him funny cause talked to himself a lot, but he didn't give a shit. he wasn't gonna hide from people just to talk to little rayne or his parents. that seemed fucking ridiculous to him. cause well he'd be in hiding all the time, cause him and rayne talked a lot. he dealt with judgement and idiots for his whole life, but he was like fuck it. if they said something to him, which was usually never. people never had the balls to say something. they whispered behind your back, and that alone is what pissed skye off. he wanted people to man up and tell him he was a freak. cause he didn't care what they thought, but it'd be a nice change for someone to not be a wimpy idiot and actually say the words. of course he wasn't saying he wouldn't get angry and hit the person, but still.
skye had no clue why this boy thought he wanted something. he didn't want anything but to maybe lock the boy in his closet naked. so he can use him for his own sexual purposes. yeah skye had some random thoughts, but hey? he at least was man enough to say them aloud, unlike some people who kept them to themselves. hell if it wasn't for skye's bluntness, sometimes his life would be utterly boring at times. which was why when the sexy man caine asked him what he wanted he smirked. "i don't want anything..other than maybe to have sex with you. over and over again," he said with a shrug like it was no big deal. cause to skye, saying that out loud, was no big deal.
he looked back to make sure little rayne was asleep, cause well that boy did not need to hear anything about sex. he was still an innocent little boy and skye was gonna keep him that way for as long as he could. when he was sure he turned back to caine. "is it hard to believe that all i want is to jump your very sexy bones?" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by caine on Sept 7, 2011 8:43:39 GMT -5
. OH BOY WOULD YOU MIND IF I GOT CLOSER
OH BOY I CAN TELL YOU WANT ME DONTCHYA .Apparently it was basically impossible to be alone anywhere except his room anymore. Actually that wasn’t true because Caine was part of a three bed dorm, which meant any day somebody could be joining him in there. Great, Caine hated sharing rooms because that meant he had to watch his back even in there, which got him less sleep than he already got. In the past if Caine shared a room he could never count on waking up without something of his missing or one of the foster parents lumbering in the room drunk or high or just angry to beat on the most insolent of the children. Really no where was safe anymore, Caine was starting to think it was a good idea to get thrown in isolation.
By no means was Caine a virgin, but that didn’t mean that his past sexual encounters weren’t exactly loving. The first time was in a foster home… yeah and Caine never talked about that… ever. After that when times got rough on the street and money was tight and he and Connor felt close to starving there was always some creepy old man or a lonely woman willing to pay some cash for a night with Caine. By no means did Caine consider himself a prostitute, but desperate times call for desperate measures and Caine did what he had to to survive.
When Skye said he just wanted to have sex with him over and over Caine automatically tried to figure out what the hell he had to gain from it. Nobody ever did anything strictly for the innate desire of it. Caine knew better than that because almost every single time somebody did something it was because they wanted something more. If somebody wanted to be his friend they usually just wanted protection or to copy his Chemistry homework at school, never to just hang out and get to know him. If somebody wanted to “jump his bones” it usually wasn’t in the way that Skye was talking about.
Stop fucking around Caine warned in a deep menacing tone, before lighting up a cigarette. Paranoia and a bumpy past really only lead Caine to assume that Skye’s intentions weren’t sincere. Maybe he thought he could get money from him to buy drugs or shit like that. Maybe he thought that he could pay Caine because he heard something from the other students. Or maybe he was just being a dick and fucking with Caine’s head and trust me when I say you don’t want to fuck with Caine’s head.
Blowing out a cloud of smoke Caine glared at Skye before saying You might as well take your money and leave kid, because I ain’t fallin for this shit. Caine growled, for a smart guy he was pretty dumb. Oh yeah Caine was smart, book smart really, he was naturally street smart but he stayed for after school lessons and free classes when he could because he either never wanted to go home or didn’t want to spend another cold afternoon on the streets. Just leave me alone okay? Caine said with a little bit too much strain on his voice than he intended. He didn’t like being near people, they always fucked things up and brought up things that Caine didn’t like remembering.
WORDS 553
TAGGED skye
WEARING thiss
NOTABLE let the games begin.
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Post by schuyler james diego on Sept 11, 2011 12:55:05 GMT -5
she was laughing like crazy, [/size] ( MY FUTURE IS STATIC)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -credit to mighty momo of caution 2.0[/center] skye wasn't fucking around and he was going to make caine see that, if it took all damn day. he was going to show that boy how hot he honestly thought he was. and if he could, he'd even get into the very hot boy's pants. hell what could skye say? he was a horn dog, now he wasn't one to just fuck and leave. nah not unless that's what the other person wanted. cause well skye just wasn't cruel enough to say fuck off, now it wouldn't be like a relationship. to be honest, he never expected to have one of those before. honestly who wanted to date a guy who talked to dead people? really. he was insane not fucking retarded.
the blue haired boy just shook his head at caine, "i'm not fucking around, i'd love to fuck around though." now this boy didn't do subtle, he didn't care for subtly, it didn't work well for this boy. then again he never tried, it seemed being blunt worked perfectly fine. subtly took a little too long and some people just weren't that smart when it came to that kind of thing and well skye found it easy to just say, 'hey fuck me now.' he liked that a lot and he was gonna get this boy into his bed, or maybe not his bed depending. but either way, they were gonna be in a bed and he was gonna be one happy man.
now skye wasn't a rich white boy, hell if he was do you really think he'd of got sent here? no if he was rich his parents would of found some expensive place, or that's what the boy could only think about. he had never been rich, ever. not that it really mattered much to him. he didn't care about money, money wasn't a big thing to the boy. it never had been and he didn't plan on it to be one either. it'd be a nice change to have some extra cash, but he was sure he'd never learn what the hell extra cash was.
"if i had money i'd take you on a nice vacation, too bad i dont have any," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. now the blue haired boy wasn't going to let caine off that easily and he licked his lips before smirking at him. "i don't want to leave you alone. i like hot guys, you are a hot guy. seems like a good idea to stay to me." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by caine on Sept 13, 2011 11:06:44 GMT -5
. OH BOY WOULD YOU MIND IF I GOT CLOSER
OH BOY I CAN TELL YOU WANT ME DONTCHYA .Really couldn’t people just leave him the hell alone? First those damn kids in the hallway who thought they were better than him then had the nerve to actually grab his shoulder. Seriously those guys were morons, but if they had just left him alone they probably wouldn’t be nursing some ugly black eyes and a potentially broken nose. Then when he tries to escape the stupid place the best he could on the roof and have a few smokes the blue haired kid Skye from the chatroom apparently thought it was a great idea to be on the roof at the very same time, yeah like that was a coincidence.
Apparently it was pointless to keep telling him to stop fucking around because he kept doing it anyway. Really Caine was oblivious to the fact that he was actually good looking. He never really worried about how he looked, he worked out because having more muscle was more of a defense and well as for the rest it was kind of natural. Maybe if he was actually interested in having a relationship in the foster homes or on the streets then he would have noticed all the girls and a few guys checking him out, but the only thing close he ever got to a romantic relationship was in desperate times for cash.
Take me on a vacation? What the fuck… Caine said in utter disbelief. Of course, this guy had to be crazy. First of all the guy actually didn’t mind being near him (Caine was pretty positive people didn’t enjoy his presence as much as he didn’t enjoy other people’s presences). Second of all he wanted to take him on a nice vacation. What the actual fuck? Caine had never been on a vacation in his entire life. He’s only known his shitty city that he kept getting bounced around in and the streets of that city. Of course this guy was nuts.
Whatever, stay if you want then Caine said dismissively, realizing that no matter how hard he tried to intimidate Skye into leaving he would probably just want to stay even more. Smashing out the butt to his second cigarette he pulled out another and lit it up. Seriously he smoked like a chimney, of course it was a bad habit and actually he can’t even really remember what foster home he picked it up in anymore. Blowing out a cloud of smoke he glared at the blue haired boy and actually realized he wasn’t all that bad looking, too bad he probably was just insane and probably a bit delusional to want to be in the company of Caine.
WORDS 445
TAGGED skye
WEARING thiss
NOTABLE let the games begin.
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