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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 3, 2010 6:34:45 GMT
Kurt eyed her with disgust. He walked to her, jerking her off her high horse and grabbing her by the shirt, his hand balled into a fist around the fabric.
"Are you mocking me? Do you DARE mock me, bitch? Because Ill tear you limb from fricken limb. Dont think I will? Try me." He glared at her, gritting his teeth. He had had just about enough out of this girl. And he would take pleasure in her pain. Because if he couldnt get enjoyment out of anything around here, he would get joy out of tearing her apart.
"You think this is cute? Im not laughing, babe. Oh no, Im not laughing." He pushed her away from him, adjusting his booksack as he walked away from her.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 3, 2010 6:45:04 GMT
Bexi felt herself tugged down, struggling to find her footing back as she was dragged down, but continued to look at Kurt with wide, bright eyes. She didn't have a death wish, and though she had no fear of pain she did not particularly want to be in crutches or gain a new scar to match her own. Self-consciously, she ran her teeth across the scars around her mouth. "They didn't notice me, did they?" Bexi asked him, knowing that he wouldn't have reacted that way if they had put their hands up. "Did they even look at the crazy girl who was standing on a pule of rubble? Or the guy that was threatening her?" she asked, looking around.
Her eyes hit the floor, knowing that her evidence was right in front of her eyes. Like grey, light snow, the ground was speckled with a thin layer of dust, and where they had walked across it was a clear trail. "Do these people have footprints?" she asked with a cheeky grin. |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 3, 2010 6:56:40 GMT
Kurt waved his arms around him. Clearly, there was nothing at all. Except him and the girl.
"Do you not see the darkness? Theyre not down this hall! They dont go where theres dark!" He screamed at her, this girl driving him crazy. "Then they cant be seen. If something happens, if they die, no one would know! Because theyre in the dark! Cant you see that? Why cant you just see these people? They never done anything to you! So why wont you pay attention to them! Are you that self centered?"
He ran a hand through his hair, his throat going sore with all the screaming. He heard his voice echoed back at him, his screaming bouncing off the walls and making it twice as loud.
"I dont suppose youve been scared of the dark, like they are! Poor souls, poor people. Theyre suffering and you cant see it!"
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 3, 2010 7:02:32 GMT
Bexi looked at him; she hadn't expected him to feel so concerned for the souls. It seemed to go against everything he had seemed, and yet here he was, screaming their case. "Dude...." she said, realising she still didn't know his name, "I would look at 'em if I could, mate," she said, looking around herself, "Do y'really recon I would pretend I couldn't see 'em just to wind you up?" she asked, looking into his eyes, trying to talk to whatever part of sanity and logic he had remaining. |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 3, 2010 7:11:14 GMT
Kurt wanted to lunge at her, grab her around the neck and just squeeze. But he knew he couldnt do that. He couldnt force himself to hurt this girl. It didnt seem fair.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think you would." He said, shaking his head as he walked into the throng of people only he could see. He ran quickly past him, not wanting to get in any of their ways. He looked at the girl across the hall, something telling him he didnt want to leave her, didnt really want to leave her. But he just couldnt force himself to be nice. It would go against everything he had made himself into these last few years. His eyes caught hers and he realized how beautiful she really was. He tore his eyes away, darting down the long hall and away from her, the butterfies in his stomach making him sick.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 3, 2010 7:24:24 GMT
Bexi watched him curiously, noticing with interest as his body moved to avoid the invisible people far too subtly to fake. She followed him cautiously, keeping a distance this time. She knew that she would probably seem rude walking completely normally down the mass of bodies without having a care who she bumped into. Not that they would react to her, as much as she didn't react to them. "Well, you obviously don't know me well enough then," she decided, putting her hands into her hoddie's pockets. [/font] |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 3, 2010 7:38:02 GMT
Kurt rounded the corner, leaning against the wall, his head in his hands as he slid down the wall, his knees touching his chest. He had never felt anything for anyone in his life. He hadnt even felt love for his mother. His own mother. But he was sure this wasnt love he was feeling, as women tended to disgust him beyond belief. Maybe it was because his mom-
Kurt shook the memory from his head, that dreadful night pushed to the back of his mind. He didnt want to think about it, didnt want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had won, she had ruined his life. He didnt want her to know how badly she hurt him, how a mother was supposed to make everything better, only she made it worse. And she didnt even feel remorse for it. Tears welled in his eyes but he pushed them back, wiped them from his eyes as he gathered his things.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 3, 2010 7:48:54 GMT
Bexi held back a little, her feet scraping across the floor and making new patterns in the floor. She wanted to give him space, realising just how much she had invaded it when something was obviously really upsetting him. And she went to leave, when she realised that he had gone the same way that she was heading. She swore under her breath, kicking back for a minute or so to give him a decent head-start before continuing.
She hadn't expected to see him again so soon, wondering briefly why he had stopped. He was picking himself up from the floor, as she walked forwards cautiously. This wasn't physical pain, it was emotional, and she was far from innocent here. "Hey, mate, are you alright?" she asked him cautiously, keeping back. [/font] |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 3, 2010 7:55:04 GMT
Kurt jumped, thinking the girl was his mother.
"Mom, no!" He screamed, then retaliated, realizing it was only the girl who kept following him.
His forehead was covered in a cold sweat, his hands shaking as he gathered his things. Tears were spilling down his cheeks, but he didnt care at this point. His chest hurt, a tightening feeling as he tried to push back the horrible memories.
"O-oh.. Im sorry.." He stammered, his shaking hands trying to shove his books back into his bag. He leaned against the wall, trying to get the shaking to stop, the tightening feeling in his chest to go way but it wouldnt. So he just gave up, making his way down the hall on shaking knees with his head down.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 3, 2010 8:06:42 GMT
She watched him with concern; this boy seemed to blend her affectionate mothering side with her love for the danger in two very different personalities. She watched him with concern now, keeping back with her hands in her pockets, but at the end of the day she still needed to go the way he was leading her, and so she followed slowly. Not that she trusted him alone. "It's alright, mate." she said softly. "You need any help or anything?" she asked softly, her head slightly to one side as she watched him carefully, trying to read his body language for any hints of what she could do. [/font] |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 3, 2010 8:14:07 GMT
Kurt jumped again when he heard her speak, surprised she was still following him. He looked back over his shoulder.
"N-no.. Im okay.." He lied, his hands shoved deep down into his pockets. He was beginning to wonder if he didnt have a fear of women, of females. It was possible. Quite possible. But he didnt want to belive it. He was still somewhat physically attracted to them, although he leaned more towards the males.
The last thing he wanted now was help. There was no way anyone could help him, could take the memories, the fears away from him. So he assumed he would be stuck with the burden until the day he died. Not being able to forget, not wanting to remember, he would continue his life of misery, hopefully finding someone to love, somone to love him along the way. But he wouldnt get his hopes up. He did -after all- push everyone away. He assumed he would be lonely for the rest of his life.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 3, 2010 8:22:49 GMT
Bexi followed slowly, her feet trailing along the floor. "I'm not following you, by the way," she tried to clarify, "This just happens to be the exit... I think...." she said, looking around herself, hoping that she hadn't gotten lost on her first day. Of course, she was going to use that excuse anyway, but when it was real it was just embarrassing.
"I'm sorry about not believing you," Bexi said with a shrug, "I dunno, maybe I'm the crazy one that can't see all these people." she said with a shrug. "Maybe this school is frickin' weird..." she said, looking around herself. What sort of school had a part like this anyway? What was this, Harry Potter? [/font] |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 4, 2010 4:12:19 GMT
Kurt was amazed that the girl was apologizing. No one had ever apologized to him. And he certainly hadnt apologized to anyone himself. So he found the fact that the girl was apologizing completely mind boggling. He shook his head, keeping his eyes down on his feet.
"No. Its not your fault. Just a bunch of bad memories I really didnt want to be thinking of came back.. Its nothing. Certainly nothing to say sorry over.. Besides, maybe they really are dead.." He looked around, seeing the people surrounding them. They looked alive and well to him, not dead in the least. But maybe to everyone else, they were..
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 4, 2010 17:25:58 GMT
Bexi smiled and nodded. It must have been frightening to be told that everything around you wasn't real; especially if it was told to you by a complete stranger you didn't even know. She shrugged, "Maybe..." she muttered, looking around with wide eyes. She was starting to enjoy this school; she had been to many schools in her life, but none that she knew she would stay in for particularly long. She was extremely thankful it wasn't too bad.
"You still haven't told me your name..." she commented, rather unsubtly as she looked around herself, grinning wildly. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 4, 2010 17:35:15 GMT
Kurt began to wonder why the girl would even bother trying to know his name. Its not like they would ever see each other again, he thought. People tended to avoid him once they found out who he really was: a violent, good-for-nothing teenager. Not that he really cared. He knew who he was -who he had made himself into- and realized how he wouldnt be able to change even if he wanted to. He was who he was and he was bound and determined that no one would change him. No one was worth it.
"Kurt. Kurt Casper." He told her with a scowl, making sure she remembered it.
"And no, Im not a friendly ghost." He added, having been asked that many times, what with his last name being Casper.
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