A Walk On The Wild Side {Braioch&Pleaseteaseme}
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				Title: <strong>A Walk On The Wild Side {Braioch&amp;Pleaseteaseme}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 04:42:29</strong>
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				Another day, another morning...well it was near afternoon by the time he actually was up and moving to go to school. He had thought about just skipping it, it wasn't as if he was passing, or that he even gave a flying shit. Then again it could provide a bit of entertainment for him, better than sitting around listening to his mom for his dad (or what passed as a father anyways) to come home and bitch him out and then his mom out too. Might as well get to school, which by the time he even managed to get there it was almost time for 3rd period to begin as it was.<br><br>He swaggered his way into what was apparently English of sorts and sat down in the far back, the teacher eyeing him suspiciously for a moment before waiting for the bell to allow her to start her lesson. He had waited for her to say something to him, some teachers had balls but kept them hidden, while others just pretended to have them, and others cared about him as much as he cared about them. He propped his feet up, the big boots on his feet knocking together and slid back in his seat, staring up at the front of the classroom for a moment and then around the room with a disinterested expression.<br><br>Were it not for the constant look of aggression on his face, he would probably be quite attractive to other people, holey jeans, leather jacket, piercings and tattoos just added to him. He was darker complexion, tanned easily and had done so easily enough working as he did, his jeans still showed a few oil spots here and there. His darker hair was typically short but was a bit shaggy at the moment, covering the top halves of his ears, covering up the industrial in one ear and the three silver rings in the other. Gauged earlobes with what appeared to be clear claws jammed through them hung along at the top of his jawline that was covered in a fine but noticeably dark stubble that was fairly even.<br><br>The only real clue of his tattoos were the ones that peaked out of the white tee that he wore, what looked like sharp almost tribal marks peaking out near the collarbone and dark marks along the back of his neck. He was pretty fond of tribal stuff, people could call it cheesy or whatever the hell else, his remark would be for their face to meet his face so he cared less. The tribal tattoo ran along both shoulders and down his arms where they also peeked out at around his wrists, with various intricate work down around the whole of the tattoo. He was going to work on getting a couple of things on his back and chest, but he hadn't drummed up the money for it yet. That and finding someone who will do good tattoos without asking for ID or caring about parental advice was a pain in the ass, those were going to be a bit less tribal, but for now the complete sleeves were enough for him.<br><br>The teacher had eyed his boots kicked up on the other desk but hadn't said anything, had looked like she had wanted to but averted her eyes as if the boots and Dane didn't exist. He knew damn well to the teachers he didn't exist unless he caused problems, the students on the other hand would probably watch him at all times, half the school having heard why he'd 'left' the last school. He felt a smirk tug at the corners of his mouth, that could be fun all in it's own really, he wondered how many people he could find to have some fun with before he 'left' this school.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Walk On The Wild Side {Braioch&amp;Pleaseteaseme}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pleaseteaseme</strong> on <strong>31-12-2010, 16:17:31</strong>
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				Another day, another morning actually was the case for Sam Edwards, like every weekday he headed to school like many others, today being no different than any other, well, so far anyway. Sam was from a well off family, all his life he had been given what he wanted, and had been raised to be polite, however the other kids never seemed to understand him, meaning he only had a select group of friends, everyone else just called him stuck up and a loser.<br><br>It wasn't like Sam was your typical loser type kid though, he was quite pleasant on the eye, although he was more cute than the hunky type of guy, but then that went well with his personality too. He was a nice guy, he wanted to have lots of friends, he probably could have lots too should he open up more, but if he did then he feared his great secret would be exposed, and it wasn't like the kids at school would see it in the same way he wanted it to be seen in.<br><br>As he sat down in class he brushed his dark hair from his face, like always he was dressed well, today was a pair of fashionable jeans and a t-shirt which clung to his athletic frame. He lacked any kind of piercings or tattoos, if he were to get one of those his parents would make his life not worth living. That was Sam though, a good boy, not one to break the rules or get into trouble no matter what it was he was doing.<br><br>Things however were going to change, and it all started when he walked in, Sam simply sat there opened mouthed, looking at this guy as he confidently strolled into class and sat himself down without a care in the world about anyone else in what they were doing, or what they may have thought about him. His eyes looked over his outfit and his features, he was a breath of fresh air, someone different, a unique personality, Sam liked what he saw, he liked it a great deal.<br><br>The lesson went on and Sam found himself looking over at this guy more and more, he was being drawn to him, like his body was magnetic and his eyes were constantly being drawn towards it, by the end of the lesson Sam had to know more about him, he'd fight off the girls in the class to get to him if he had too. As it was it seemed most others wanted nothing to do with him, well not so soon anyway, and Sam knew this was he chance to get in there. <br><br>The rest of the students left class pretty sharpish, as did the teacher, it seemed no one wanted to hang around today, it left him with the perfect chance to move in. Holding his bag over his shoulder he approached the boy. "Hey... you new here?" he asked, his eyes looking over the artwork on his strong arms. "I'm Sam, I can help you out if you need anything." he said to him, looking to his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Walk On The Wild Side {Braioch&amp;Pleaseteaseme}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 01:07:32</strong>
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				He sat through the duration of class, sliding in and out of focus throughout most of it. Surprisingly (or perhaps unsurprisingly if you were so properly inclined) Dane was still catching the gist of what the teacher was droning on about. Though as with most things, he didn't have much patience when it came to English, or at least not the way that other people like teachers liked to portray it. He was at least glad he had missed his math class, he probably would have fallen asleep, though it would have been amusing to see how that particular teacher would have dealt with that, he wasn't exactly a quiet sleeper, snoring galore.<br><br>He seemed oblivious to the end of class, and even more oblivious to the fact that everyone, including the teacher all but ran out of the classroom after it was over. He remained leaning back in his seat, hands behind his head and feet kicked up, his gaze held to the outside world on the other side of the glass. When the only other person in the room other than himself approached him and began speaking, he made no move to acknowledge him immediately. He instead decided to watch a nearby pair of squirrels battle each other in between a stretch of grass between two trees.<br><br>Finally he chose to give the boy some attention, his eyes sliding over to the boy who had spoken and was now eying him with undisguised curiosity and something else hidden in the expression. Dane's gaze was hard, a bit uncaring and obviously appraising in it's manner. It didn't take him long to see an obvious good boy when he saw one, some were deceptive and only pretended to be good, waiting till no one important was looking and then act out. This one was not one of them, from the way he dressed, to the way he held himself, he was a good boy all around, probably a kiss ass to boot....obviously.<br><br>Dane snorted and swung his feet down, his boots clumping dully as they hit the school linoleum hard and pushed himself to his feet, "nah I'm not new, just been hiding so no one wouldn't know I was here until today." He adjusted his jacket and turned back to eye the boy, "what the hell do you want to help me for? Hoping to get some good credit from the teacher?"<br><br>He really didn't know what the boy's intentions were, maybe he really just was a nice guy who wanted to help, frankly he didn't care. It was more fun to antagonize him anyways.
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