Post by theodore parker on Jul 8, 2010 14:59:03 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS THEODORE LIAM PARKER AND I AM FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M A ARISTOCRAT AND I WAS BORN ON 07/10/1871 IN FRANCE. MY NATIONALITY IS FRENCH. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE TONY OLLER. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM OPTIMISTIC, CLUMSY, IMMATURE AND AFFECTIONATE. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY ATHY.
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After dramatically signing off the IM session, Jasper leaned back in his chair and stared at the tiles on the ceiling. What the hell had he gotten himself into? He had pretty much handed someone the remote to his personality – Ian now had a ticket that promised to put out any of Jasper's rage – and was going with someone to the school event. This wasn't like him at all. Typically he'd go with Peter or another of his buddies and goof off. Somehow, the idea of going with Ian just felt different. Frowning he lowered his head as he turned off his computer and began to get ready to go to bed. Why couldn't he put his finger on the odd sensation? The thought of not knowing the answer to such a question made him sleep rather restlessly that night. Jasper favored control. It frustrated him when he didn't have the power to build things up and take them down.
The next day went by extremely slowly. The thought occurred to the academic that it's snail like pace could be caused by how he kept looking at the clock every two minutes. It was like he was counting down to doomsday or something. Really, he shouldn't be this worried about meeting Ian, right? They were on pretty good grounds, and yeah, he had a surprise for him, but nothing that should bother him the whole day. Or should it? Jasper tried to distract himself throughout the day with other IM chats and reading, yet it didn't soothe the curiosity nibbling on his mind. Finally, like any kid that wanted a straight answer, he rewrote what Ian told him yesterday, along with what their conversations revolved around. Too bad this wasn't like the other puzzles he tried to amuse himself with. This one almost felt like life or death if he didn't figure it out.
A few conclusions came to mind that made him smirk, while one made him lose his grip on his pencil. The words inscribed on the paper that he circled suspiciously were, 'does often', 'can do intoxicated', and 'ian smooching strangers'. At first, he had push those aside as irrelevant. Now they seemed to make more sense. His stomach twisted uncomfortably while looking at those words before denial set in. Taking the paper he crumpled it up and threw it into the waste basket. Awkwardly he laughed at himself inside the dorm room, thinking how stupid he was for even proposing the idea. Ian was sweet and nice on the eyes, but he couldn't be interested in him. They were nothing a like. Plus the last guy he dated was... well before Randal past away. Nah. He was being crazy, even for Jasper.
Glancing at the clock again he jolted up when he realized it was nearing seven. On purpose, he at first took his time finding his converses, taking especially long tying the laces, and an extra few minutes to figure out which zip-up sweatshirt to throw on over his army green t-shirt. By the time he finally left, he knew that he was going to be late. His delay had slightly been because his recent epiphany, but overall because, well, Jasper was never on time. You could always count on him being the first one into the classroom, however, arriving on time to a meeting was wishful thinking. The boy enjoyed being fashionably late, not fond at all of waiting for someone else to arrive. It was a bit rude, but whatever. He was sure Ian wouldn't throw a fit within the club just because he left him hanging there few a teeny bit.
Smoking the whole way to Toxic Waste, he somehow made his nervous appearance within the dorm room wash a way. Truly, the man was a genius at it. With so many years of experience he was able to put a nonchalant expression on his face, while a hint of a all knowing smirk twisted on his features. Flicking the stick out of his lips by the time he was near the entrance, Jasper smoothly made his way inside. By the time the music surrounded him and his eyes adjusted to the darkness, all thoughts of what he did earlier that day disappeared. Standing on the side of the main dance floor he pushed some of his black hair back, while his blue eyes jumped around the room for Ian's form. Normally he'd ask himself 'if I were so-and-so, where would I be?', but he pretty much assumed Ian would be where he'd usually go. The bar that they so openly discussed.
Hitting a several shoulders as he made his way towards the bar, he threw a few unpleasant glares and bitter words, but nonetheless got their in one piece. Easily his harsh expression formed by his attitude did a complete one-eighty as a smug smile came to his lips upon recognizing Ian. After taking a seat next to him he pushed his fingers on his shoulder gently, as the other boy seemed to be deep in thought, before saying over the music, “Liking your hair today, Ian. See, less mirror time is good for the soul. Too bad you didn't take the extra step and wear those pajamas, buddy. Then you could use your ticket and free tackle all in one place.”
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