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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 25, 2010 14:52:45 GMT -5
It was an adrenaline rush just being inside the school, and Lyric's eyes were wide behind the dark sunglasses he wore. His hair was down in an attempt not to stick out more than he already did at six feet tall. He was hunched over a little to blend in, wearing his usual dark colors and heavy boots that were so new he'd had to cast muffliato on them to keep the soles from squeaking.
He milled aimlessly through the crowd of students heading to late classes, heading outdoors or to their common rooms or even to the Great Hall, and casually scanned those closest to him. He didn't have his duffel bag, so it was easy to slip between this group and that, and to approach a lone boy who didn't appear to be paying attention to anything.
Most guys, if a stranger brushed up behind them, would take a reflexive step forward and set their minds to something else. Their discomfort at having been touched, even briefly, by another guy, would set them moving away to regain their personal space. It was what made picking their pockets even easier. That step forward loosened their wallets or money pouches from their pockets without him having to dig and risk getting caught with his hand in the metaphorical cookie jar.
For this reason, Lyric thought nothing of slipping the tips of his fingers into the guy's pocket. He was quick enough that, if everything went as he expected, his fingers could catch the edge of a wallet or money pouch and he could be gone in an instant.
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Post by jamie on Apr 25, 2010 15:04:50 GMT -5
Jamie felt something brush up behind him and took a step forward to let whoever it was in the busy hallway pass behind him. If he hadn't looked down right away, he wouldn't have noticed the fingers slip into his pocket because he certainly didn't feel anything. In one quick, defensive movement he grabbed whoever's wrist it was who was trying to steal from him and pinned them against the wall with one arm. It was easy enough for Jamie, who was about the same height as the person if not a few inches taller, and a lot more muscular.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded angrily. It wasn't like he had much to take anyways, but he wouldn't let anyone think they could try to steal from him. Jamie's voice was loud enough to make people stop and stare and it was deep enough to send a short vibration through the air.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 25, 2010 21:37:17 GMT -5
Lyric's mind was a litany of curses, and the adrenaline only picked up more. The guy had to be able to feel his rapid pulse as he struggled for breath beneath the hard press of that unfamiliar arm. He was light and quick, and he would have gotten away if he'd just been paying attention.
"I... I thought you were someone else!" he claimed. He didn't know who the hell he could have thought this guy was, but hopefully that wouldn't matter. He'd come up with something; his sense of self-preservation was working full-force. If only there weren't people watching! If anyone recognized him, he'd be in rehab again by the end of the day, if they didn't just toss him in jail.
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Post by jamie on Apr 25, 2010 21:42:50 GMT -5
Jamie let out a sarcastic laugh. "Right." He said rolling his eyes. The guy's face who he had pinned against the wall was turning a frightening shade of white, even more so than before. Jamie wasn't trying to be thrown into Azkaban for murdering some kid on school grounds, so he loosened his grip, but kept the guy stuck against the wall. "So it's okay for you to pick someone's pocket, as long as it's not mine." The sarcasm in his voice only grew heavier. "Who the hell do you think you are?" Blood was still pumping through his head hard from anger.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 25, 2010 21:49:31 GMT -5
"I wasn't... you think I was trying to steal from you?" Lyric sputtered, hating the audience and the fact that he had to do things this way. At least he already knew that Jory had outed him to half the school. "I thought you were this guy... I like..." Yes, he'd thought this guy was some friend of his that he'd been flirting with in a very un-subtle way. The guy was sure to let him go now, to recoil at someone mistaking him for a gay guy, he had to let go, the sheer amount of contact was too much and he was getting dizzy.
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Post by jamie on Apr 25, 2010 21:54:44 GMT -5
Jamie stared at the guy incredulously, was he serious? His stare turned into more of a cold glare. He didn't care that a crowd was forming, but he could tell the other guy did. As angry as he was, he wouldn't normally have done it, but something made him grab the guy's wrist and lead him around the corner, away from unwelcome eyes. This was a fight between the two of them and Jamie didn't need any teachers getting in his way. It could have also been the fact that he didn't need anyone thinking he was actually the person this guy was looking for. "Cut the crap." He said in a sharp, but not so loud voice. "Now you can tell me what exactly you thought you were going to do." He was tired of listening to excuses.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 25, 2010 22:11:48 GMT -5
Lyric gave a little cry of shock as he stumbled with the guy, and he almost fell. He was physically trapped, as sure as if he'd been pinned to the wall, and the contact was so direct, skin on skin. He could hardly think through it. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please, please let me go..." The only time he'd been held for this long in years was before they stuck a needle in his hip, and he'd wake up in solitary observation again. He tried to pull away, but there wasn't any strength in his limbs.
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Post by jamie on Apr 25, 2010 22:16:43 GMT -5
Jamie rolled his eyes. He should've kept the guy stuck, but something in his voice made him drop his arms. Jamie wasn't holding him down anymore, but he was standing in his way. If the guy tried to move past Jamie, he'd have him up against the wall in a second. All those karate lessons from when he was a kid were finally paying off. "You're not going anywhere." Jamie said crossing his arms over his chest. "Not until you tell me you were doing." It was the first time Jamie really got a chance to look the guy over and he looked familiar, although Jamie didn't recognize him immediately.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 25, 2010 22:27:55 GMT -5
Lyric didn't try to get away, not just now. He could have, he'd gotten away from closer quarters, but all he wanted was to curl up somewhere and cease to exist. So he curled up, sliding to the floor and drawing his knees up in front of him. "I thought you were someone else," he choked. He could convince himself of it, and from the moment he said the lie it was true in his mind. He'd learned to separate himself just to survive.
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Post by jamie on Apr 25, 2010 22:35:25 GMT -5
Jamie shook his head. "Do I look like an idiot to you?" He said. He wasn't buying anything the guy was saying. Even he was mistaking Jamie for someone else, there was no mistake of what he was trying to do. "That still wouldn't make it okay for you to go digging in other people's pockets. And don't you think for one second that you can fool me into thinking you were doing something else." People stick stick their hands in other people's pockets for no reason and without trying to let the other person know about it. If Jamie hadn't happened to look down when he did, he never would have known.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 25, 2010 22:41:15 GMT -5
Lyric shook his head. He was sticking with his story. If he told, he'd get dragged off to the Headmistress and if she didn't expel him he'd go to prison. If he didn't tell, if the guy didn't believe him, maybe he'd just beat him up. It would be hell, but he could drag himself somewhere quiet to pass out until he was strong enough to leave the school. "If you're going to break my legs, get it over with," he said, shaking.
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Post by jamie on Apr 25, 2010 22:58:06 GMT -5
Jamie bit his lip. He wasn't one to beat people up, but he could have with all the anger and annoyance that was fueling his actions. But the guy looked so pathetic, he was even shaking. "Relax." Jamie said glancing down at him. Now he was on the floor? "I'm not going to break your damn legs." He said in a huff. He was going incredibly easy on the guy.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 25, 2010 23:10:45 GMT -5
Lyric peered up at the guy through his sunglasses, his mind trying and failing to work. It was what he'd have done if someone had tried to steal from him, though he'd have needed his wand to do it. He was still shaking, partly from the forced contact and partly from the hell his body was going through even aside from adrenaline-soaked fear. Only a distant part of him heard the admonition to relax. How was he supposed to relax?
"I'm sorry," he tried.
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Post by jamie on Apr 25, 2010 23:15:11 GMT -5
"Sorry for what?" Jamie demanded. If the guy had truly been sorry, he wouldn't have tried anything in the first place. "Sorry for getting caught?" He looked up to the ceiling, frustrated before looking back down. He couldn't get through to the guy. "What's your problem, anyways?" He was losing all patience he had and decided to try something else. Something that worked well enough on little children, and hopefully on this guy too. "I should just send you to the Headmistress and let her figure out what your problem is." Jamie said, merely muttering.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 25, 2010 23:27:45 GMT -5
"No!" Lyric begged, loosening his arms from around his knees. He began to move, struggling to stand up and hating the effort it took. He was weak, and he knew that if he just had his stuff, he'd be okay. "I won't do it again, I swear!" He'd stay out of the school from now on, it had been stupid to come in. But the school was warm, and there were working bathrooms. There was food somewhere in the Great Hall. And he'd wanted some kind of human contact. Just not physical contact.
Yes, he was sorry for getting caught, but he'd gotten screwed over by the only person he'd ever considered a friend and had done everything he could to keep an emotional distance since then. He hadn't found a reason to care yet.
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