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The Rooftop
DIR By: Mascii
Date: January 25, 2013, 12:49 am
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It's not a very popular hang-out, but there is a particularly
quiet and homey section of rooftop on one of the old science
buildings that is easily accessible through a step of outdoor
stone steps.
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Re: Rooftop Of The School
DIR By: Tigger
Date: March 25, 2013, 5:20 pm
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Jessica Seeley
Jessica had hardly contained her excitement when she felt her
phone vibrate in her pocket during class. She had, of course,
politely excused herself, making sure to walk carefully,
painfully slow to the door, shutting it almost silently. Then
she had taken a deep breath, a couple steps and in a speed she
had thought was impossible, tore off her heels and bolted for
the rooftop of the school. She knew exactly who had called her.
After all, her parents had promised her that they would take
time out to visit her that day and said that they would call
once they had reached the airport. With them being in France, it
had taken months for all of the planning to sort itself out, and
Jess could hardly contain herself. Once she had reached her
destination, she continued running to the edge of the roof and
made a sudden halt once she reached a place where she could look
down and see the ground around the bottom of the school. Out of
breath and beaming, she ripped the purse off of her shoulder and
dug around in the Coach tote, her manicured hands shaking with
anticipation. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen
her parents, let alone spoken to them on the phone.
She had missed their call, but her excitement grew tenfold when
she saw that they had left her a voicemail. She just knew that
this time they would come to see her, especially after getting
the implants like they had wanted and spoken so often and highly
about. Plus, she was finally making good grades again. The
dramatic change had impressed her teachers, but she couldn't
have cared less about what they thought. It was all for the
change to get to see them again. And now, finally, they were
coming to America. She just knew it. Her mind raced endlessly in
those seemingly endless moments as she dialed her voicemail,
imagining what it would be like to give her dad a huge hug, to
watch her mom look down and inspect her arms and hear her say
how proud she was of her. She let out a haphazard little laugh
as the computerized voice on the other end informed her what she
already knew- that she had an unheard message. Biting her lower
lip, she waited for what seemed like ages until the familiar
voice came over the other line.
…but it wasn’t her parents. It was her mother’s assistant,
talking in her usual, nasally voice through her obnoxious
bird-like nose. “Hello, Miss Seeley.” Jess’ heart sank to her
bare feet. “You’re mother and father have just recently been
called on a trip to Germany for the remainder of this month.”
Her smile faded as she knew what was coming next. “They have
placed their usual yearly sum into your account and wish to say
that they are unable to come to America.” There was a pause at
the end of the line and Jess moved her phone away from her face
momentarily to glare at the device with all of the hate she
could possibly muster, as if the object itself had betrayed her.
Everything she had planned, everyone she had told and bragged
to, all of the preparations that she had made at all of the best
Restaurants.. it was all crashing down around her at the same
time as reality sunk in and weighed heavy on her thin shoulders,
causing her to slouch forward ever so slightly. “And Miss
Seeley?” She heard the faint voice of the bird-woman again as
she placed the cellphone back to her ear. Another pause. “Happy
Nineteenth Birthday.”
Wordlessly, Jessica turned off her phone and slowly placed it
back in her bag. Tears threatened to sting her eyes, but she
decided against it and set her jaw- looking all too much like
her mother. Dignified, strong, and cold. She looked down at the
designer outfit she was wearing, a beautiful, black silk top
that had no back except for a couple strings that were expertly
tied at her spine and a white mini skirt that was made to show
off her long, smooth legs. She was always told about how much
her mother had always approved of her taste in clothes and
style.. so why? Why couldn’t she come to America and say that in
person? Her lower lip quivered momentarily. Taking a couple
calming breaths, she straightened her back to once again stand
tall. She would cry, but not here. Not on this rusty, disgusting
roof of a school for idiots and the like. Her gaze fell to her
feet, and she suddenly realized just how absolutely filthy they
were. Her mother would never have approved of her complete
disregard for hygiene. They were disgusting. She grimaced as she
reached into her Coach bag once again to retrieve a small, red
leather jacket and some disinfecting wipes. Jessica threw the
designer jacket on the ground, sitting down in a way that she
deemed proper considering the skirt was so short, and began
scrubbing. The stinging sensation came back to her eyes as she
violently scraped at the soles of her feet with the damp cloths.
They had promised to come see her and she had let herself
believe them. She was stupid enough to be hurt by it. Again.
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Re: Rooftop Of The School
DIR By: morethanmusic
Date: April 1, 2013, 2:38 am
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Clarence Morgan
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Sitting, hidden mostly from view behind one of the small
buildings on the roof -- vents, he guessed -- , Clarence had his
head against his knees. Resting, as per the usual when he was
left alone for a while, he really had no idea what time it was
anymore. His free period was probably over, and he was
half-tempted to just get a sick pass for the rest of the day.
Shouldn't it be a little different when a father finally came
around to see his son?
Pulling up his hood, Clarence tried to hide his face. His eyes
were red, and he wasn't about to let anyone see. His sunglasses
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were laying
beside him because they had already made a mark on the bridge of
his nose, from being pressed between his face and knees. He
closed his eyes tightly, arms wrapped around his legs. This
wasn't the Clarence most other people saw... he hid this, even
from Natalie -- when he could, which wasn't always -- and
covered it up with the anger that came afterwards. It was easier
to explain the anger than the hurt... but they always came
together. One created the other, like the cells of a disgusting
disease. He hated it. He hated feelings like this; helplessness,
fear, confusion... their colors had never suited him, and they
felt like boils on his skin... or bruises...
He parted his legs a bit to hide his head between his legs a bit
more, his hood doing most of the work for him. There wasn't any
escaping this feeling that everything would just go back to the
way it had always been. Natalie knew that, and not that he hid
anything from her, not really... just the way it felt...
Feelings fell by the wayside with him a lot, covered up by the
one searing emotions that refused to be ignored: anger.
His hands tightened around his legs until he felt the slight
pain of cutting off circulation. He wasn't stupid -- he let go
then, but his hands formed fists on the ground beside him
instead.
Sometimes, he would just sit up here and think about how life
would be if his father would just stay away forever. Was that a
terrible thing to think? Probably, but he was starting to care
less and less. It was always better when his father wasn't
around. Always. Even if money was worse, and his mother was
lonely.... they got through. They were alright. When his father
came back, for a while, she was happy, but not for long... then
she was miserable again, and when she was miserable, Clarence
was miserable... he couldn't help it...
Why did she drag him down like this? She had no idea it had this
effect on him. She couldn't. If she did, would she still do it,
though? He wasn't sure he'd ever know.
The sound of the door being open and shut in a hurry was enough
to make him jump. Clarence sat upright, eyes wide, an expression
of fear that was so out of place there taking over a place it
didn't belong. His angry fists loosened, and he slid back
farther out of sight, crouching on the rooftop, trying to peer
around the from behind the little shelter without being seen.
'How...?'
It wasn't his father. Of course it wasn't. How could it be? That
was ridiculous. He let out a quiet sigh of relief when he saw
the girl coming on to the roof. She wasn't angry. She was
excited. She seemed... genuinely thrilled. Clarence narrowed his
eyes, recognizing the face. Jessica...? He knew her, sort of.
Well, she was one of the most beautiful girls in school. He'd
actually kind of liked her, and had made a move, only to have an
angry hand in his face, threatening to burn him into the pile of
ash that she seemed to think was a lofty comparison to what she
thought of him... Whatever. Her angry exterior, created to
protect herself, was something he could understand, and her
literally fiery fierceness was something he had grown to both
fear and respect. Not in the way of a dictator, but in the way
of a, well, maybe military superior. A superior officer, that
was good.
But she didn't seem like that right now.
He seemed to remember girls chattering about her today, but he
didn't pay enough attention. They would usually chatter about
her. She was a pretty damn impressive woman. Damn straight they
would talk about her. Especially because she seemed to squash
all unnecessary gossip and trash-talk of other girls in the
school -- Natalie being among them, and, for that, he was
thankful for, even if he wouldn't be stupid enough to thank her,
because she would probably pop him in the mouth and tell him it
was about moral standards, not just protecting his "girlfriend
of the moment".
Or something like that. The two of them didn't really get along,
but there was a silent respect... at least on his end, because
he'd like to have an end...
He watched her go to the edge of the roof, and slunk back. He
didn't want to get in her way, especially if he could be a
reason to **** her off when she was in a good mood... Curling
up, he tried to avoid looking at her and risking her seeing him
looking at her and thinking-- never mind.
Clarence happened to look up to see if she was gone and noticed
her sitting down, scrubbing her feet. Blinking, he couldn't see
her expression very well. His eyes were all messed up right
now... He went to rub them a bit, but the bruise over his right
eye complained, so he just swallowed hard and put on his
sunglasses. That helped a little. She seemed upset again.
'I guess this is the day biotches die...'
He bit his lip. She would probably leave soon.
'Just leave her be... just leave her be...'
But it wasn't anger in her eyes. It wasn't disappointment.
'Leave it be, damn it... let it go... you have enough of your
own crap to deal with... What if she asks about the bruises?
Wanna explain that?'
She was scrubbing her feet with a bit more vigor now, and she
was obviously in the mood to cut some ****es... hurt and
angry... alone...
'G-D it...'
He closed his eyes, then leaned out of sight. Setting an alarm
on his phone for a few second from now with a loud, annoying
tone, he put it in his pocket and went into a position like he'd
been asleep the whole time. Suddenly, it went off, and the shock
was a bit more realistic than he'd intended for it to be. He
literally jumped up and fumbled for the phone, almost dropping
it a couple times before he managed to shut off the tone.
Muttering some things that would be censored on live TV,
Clarence pivoted with a feigned expression of 'well, now I guess
I have to go to class or something' then started when Jessica
came into his vision.
"Woah!" He put his hands up in defense. "Sorry! I didn't realize
you were here..."
'Go ahead. Get mad at me. Yell whatever you've got pent up in
your damn beautiful head. I can handle it. There's enough
strength in me for you and Natalie and whoever else needs it. I
can do it. For other people, I can. Just don't char me too bad,
okay? And leave the face. It's kind of had enough.'
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Re: Rooftop Of The School
DIR By: Tigger
Date: April 1, 2013, 4:11 pm
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Jessica Seeley
Jessica’s head snapped up to look around when she heard an
obnoxious noise coming from somewhere on the roof. A look of
fear flashed in her eyes, then. She tensed up and accidentally
triggered the flames again and burned everything in front of her
wrist, including the bottom of her right foot and her leather
jacket. Fear and anger bubbled inside of her and she bit her
bottom lip hard to keep from making a noise. The smell of burned
skin wasn’t unfamiliar to her, but every time it happened it
made her cringe. She didn’t have time to properly assess the
damage, though. There was someone on the roof, probably watching
her and the thought of someone seeing her weak scared her.
Setting her jaw, Jess composed herself once again and carefully
stood, picking up her heels and her now-destroyed jacket. She
moved quickly, walking as normally as she could, mentally
hissing at herself every time the injured foot touched the roof
below her.
When Jessica saw Clarence, though, she stopped dead in her
tracks.
"Woah!" He put his hands up in defense, looking like a character
from one of those old fashioned western movies. Like she was the
villain and he was the sheriff, trying to make peace while she
had a gun pointed straight at him. "Sorry! I didn't realize you
were here..." Crossing her arms over her chest, Jessica leaned
slightly to one side to get the weight off of her newly-found
burn while disguising the fact that she had gotten hurt in the
first place. So long as he didn’t look down at her feet, she was
home free. Arching one eyebrow, she gave her best ‘And you
expect me to believe that crap?’ look and sighed. Inwardly, that
was a sigh of relief because just maybe he hadn’t actually seen
her do anything but outwardly, it was a very clear sign of
annoyance.
It took her a touch longer to come up with something to say,
considering the stinging pain shooting up her leg was a
distraction. Plus, there was always a small part of her that was
intimidated by him. He seemed like one of the infamous ‘cool’
guys without even trying, and she was constantly hearing about
him from other girls. Even now he was standing there with his
sunglasses that fit his face perfectly and he seemed like some
edgy, rebellious man straight out of a magazine. He was the bad
kind of guy that every girl she met was fascinated by. The world
and people in it seemed to be his play things, and he never
seemed to notice. Secretly, she was jealous of him- jealous of
how no matter what he did, people still loved him. He could
probably smear feces all over the school with his bare hands and
girls would talk about how brave he was and how he was just
making art or some stupid s*** like that. THAT was Clarence. She
would never let him (or anyone else) know how inferior she felt
when she was around him, though. It would be a cold day in hell
when Jessica would admit that she felt inferior to anybody.
Once, Clarence had even showed interest in her, and she saw it
as a joke that was being played on her, and that kindled her
rage towards him. She would never be someone to prank or play
with. Ever.
“So say that a ‘magical’ fairy came and landed on my
fantastically smooth shoulder and forced me to believe you with
pixie sprinkles or some such bull,” she paused a second for
dramatic effect, sarcasm heavy in her voice. “What were you
doing up here?”
Pushing her hair gently out of her face with one hand, she put a
little more weight on her right foot, careful not to show any
sign of the pain she was feeling.
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Re: The Rooftop
DIR By: morethanmusic
Date: April 16, 2013, 10:48 pm
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Clarence Morgan
"Sorry! I didn't realize you were here..."
Jessica crossed her arms over her chest, one perfect eyebrow
raised, then she sighed, seeming pretty irritated. She didn't
believe him. Of course not. He wasn't an actor, alright? He
was... well, he wasn't really anything specific yet. But an
actor was definitely not something he was gonna be. His goal was
just to try and get her to say something. Because she deserved
better than to be left alone.
Plus, he was just stubborn as hell.
“So say that a ‘magical’ fairy came and landed on my
fantastically smooth shoulder and forced me to believe you with
pixie sprinkles or some such bull.”
Clarence raised his eyebrows, mimicking her pose of arms crossed
of his chest. "What, you don't believe me?" He rolled his eyes,
though it was hidden by his sunglasses. "I wasn't up here to spy
on you, if that's what you think. I had no idea you were up
here."
“What were you doing up here?”
He sighed, leaning his head back. "I have my reasons, okay?"
'This isn't about me. This isn't about my dad. This isn't about
my bruises. This is about YOU. Can't you just take a hint?'
Making a face, he looked around, his eyes falling on her foot.
Through his sunglasses, he wasn't really sure, but something
seemed off. She wasn't leaning on it all the way. "With your
foot? Did you step on something? You shouldn't be barefoot up
here."
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Re: The Rooftop
DIR By: Tigger
Date: April 19, 2013, 4:13 pm
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Jessica Seeley
Clarence raised his eyebrows, mimicking her pose by crossing his
arms across her chest. Jessica’s eyes narrowed at him, hopefully
sending out a silent ‘don’t mess with me’ kind of message while
she put her arms back at her sides without hesitation. It was
not the time for anyone to be mocking her. "What, you don't
believe me? I wasn't up here to spy on you, if that's what you
think. I had no idea you were up here."
Jessica wasn’t stupid. She knew that he wouldn’t go out of his
way just to spy on her and there was no way he could have known
that she was up there without having some sort of tracker device
on her- and she was pretty sure that those were only used in
movies. Plus, she would have heard someone else if they had
opened the door on the roof, so she could only come to the
conclusion she could logically come to was that he was here
before her. Altogether, it wasn’t the thought of him
creeper-stalking her that made her uneasy- if not somewhat
hostile. It was the fact that she had just come very close to
having a mental breakdown and there was a good possibility he
had seen her, if only for a moment. A moment was enough to
completely destroy her reputation in the school. Rumors spread
like viruses, and she knew a couple of people who were already
itching to try and destroy the image she had worked so hard to
create for herself. She could hear them talking now, about how
her family life was terrible and how she had lost control of her
Enhancement when she boasted so often about being in control was
the key to everything in life. The easy going life that she put
out for everyone to see would suddenly become a sad story of a
lonely rich girl- such a disappointment that even her own family
wouldn’t come to see her on her birthday. The thought was
terrifying. In her mind, she imagined that her whole world would
collapse.
“What were you doing up here?”
He sighed, leaning his head back. It was then that she saw the
bruise under his eye. At first glance her brain had dismissed it
as a shadow from the sunglasses he wore, but then the truth
finally registered in her brain... and she was in shock. She had
always heard about him getting on other guy’s nerves.. but she
hadn’t heard of anyone fighting him. Questions flashed across
her brain a mile a minute. "I have my reasons, okay?" His tone
had her on edge once again, her hands curled into fists at her
sides as she set her jaw. What was it about him that just
infuriated her so completely? If it had been anyone else, she
would have let it go and ended the conversation right then but
with Clarence it was different. It was always different.
"With your foot? Did you step on something? You shouldn't be
barefoot up here."
Jessica knew that she had to do something fast to distract him
from noticing what she had accidentally done. Her brain
automatically dismissed the bits of almost-concern she heard in
his voice as she made a grab for his sunglasses. “What the hell
happened to you?” The anger in her voice was apparent, her eyes
piercing right through him. Grabbing his arm, she tried to
maneuver herself so that she could see directly into his eyes.
She may have been a bit shorter than him, but she would not let
him shrug her off. “Who did this to you?” It was so much easier
to deal with her sadness if she could deflect the attention away
from herself and onto someone who had a more pressing issue.
Jessica knew for a fact that what she had done would probably
set him off, but her selfish side kicked in and she decided in a
second to not care. In fact, setting him off would be the exact
distraction she needed, then. If he was furious, he wouldn’t ask
more questions about her.
Suddenly, it occurred to her that in the stupid dude-mind, if
they had a bruise from a fight then they would want to show it
off and tell the story about what happened… unless they lost or
just didn’t fight back. She couldn’t stop the look of concern
that mixed in with the anger on her features. Everything in her
gut told her that something wasn’t right about that bruise. Why
would he be hiding up here unless he was ashamed? Unless
something happened that he didn’t want to explain? Something bad
had happened to him. Something that he didn’t want anyone else
to know about.
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Re: The Rooftop
DIR By: morethanmusic
Date: May 10, 2013, 4:02 am
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Clarence Morgan
“What were you doing up here?”
Irritated, he sighed, his head rolling back. "I have my reasons,
okay?" he complained, not wanting to talk about it... not even
knowing how he would really explain it. Especially to someone
like Jessica... to someone he didn't want to look weak in front
of.
He looked at her foot, frowning. "With your foot? Did you step
on something? You shouldn't be barefoot up here." He recognized
the scolding tone in his voice, but he wasn't really all that
worried about her being irritated with him. As long as she
didn't char him, he'd be fine.
Obviously, he could take a punch.
Then Jessica surprised him by making a mad grab for his
sunglasses. He jumped back, holding his hands out in front on
him.
"Woah! Watch it, Catwoman!"
“What the hell happened to you?” she snapped, her eyes flashing
angrily as she stared him down -- even though he was taller than
her, she could make him feel small with that fierce glare.
Holding his hands up defensively, he was about to say something
when she shot another question at him. “Who did this to you?”
He tensed, pointing an angry finger at her. "Hey, listen,
sister, I don't have to explain myself to anyone, and definitely
not you!" he said, knowing his voice was getting a bit too loud,
but he ignored it, feeling he could still keep himself under
control. "It's none of your business, and I don't really think
you care all that much." He worked his jaw, feeling it becoming
tense. "No one does."
In some part of him, he knew it wasn't true. But in the larger
part of him, he'd been taught that was the way it was.
Taking a step back, feeling his Enhancement flaring, Clarence
crossed his arms over his chest. "Besides, you're just being a
pesky bitch and trying to distract me, aren't you? What the hell
happened to you? You think I don't know mind games? I know mind
games! I grew up on them!" Taking in a deep breath, looking at
her evenly. "I bet you don't even really care about me. You just
don't want me to ask questions about you. Well, news flash,
Paris Hilton, I actually asked because I cared what happened to
you, not just because I was being evasive. How about that?"
He was lashing out. He knew that. He was being irrational. He
knew that. But, once he got this angry, keeping it in never
worked. It just spilled out in front of Jessica, maybe because
he knew she would fight back. She wouldn't put up with anything,
from anyone. She would tell people things exactly how they were
-- as long as it didn't have to do with her. And, with the irony
of hypocrisy, Clarence was pretty much the same way. He just
hated to admit it.
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Re: The Rooftop
DIR By: Tigger
Date: May 16, 2013, 10:36 pm
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Jessica Seeley
"Woah! Watch it, Catwoman!" Clarence exclaimed in reply to Jess’
attempt at ripping those stupid sunglasses off of his face. He
had jumped back to evade her, holding his hands out in front of
him like those people that seemed to have nothing better to do
than direct traffic in elementary school parking lots and such.
“What the hell happened to you?” she snapped, knowing full well
that her blatant disregard for his earlier question about her
foot wouldn’t go unnoticed. In her head, though, she was already
in shambles and had justified it to herself just moments before
she had tried to take his glasses. To her, anything was better
than being considered weak, especially in front of one of the
strongest guys in school. The fact that she had burned herself
was a blatant sign of her own stupidity and lack of strength. If
everyone found out, her image would be shattered into pieces
that she would never be able to put back together in the minds
of everyone she met. “Who did this to you?”
It was his turn to be defensive as he visibly tensed, pointing a
finger at her angrily. "Hey, listen, sister, I don't have to
explain myself to anyone, and definitely not you!" Jessica was
no stranger to being yelled at, so his increased tone of voice
really didn’t faze her at all. She still kept her jaw set and
her eyes still threw daggers at him. "It's none of your
business, and I don't really think you care all that much." He
paused for a moment and she saw the muscles in his jaw tense up
even more. "No one does."
This set her off. But she decided to bide her time and let him
throw his little pity party before she completely tore into him.
Clarence crossed his arms over his chest, and all Jess could
imagine was a toddler having a fit, right in front of her.
"Besides, you're just being a pesky **** and trying to distract
me, aren't you? What the hell happened to you? You think I don't
know mind games? I know mind games! I grew up on them!"He paused
to take a breath and she gave him a look that screamed, ‘Are you
done yet?’
"I bet you don't even really care about me. You just don't want
me to ask questions about you. Well, news flash, Paris Hilton, I
actually asked because I cared what happened to you, not just
because I was being evasive. How about that?"
His words hit her. Hard.
All she could manage to think about was how he had said that he
cared about her. After everything that she had been through
recently, it was painfully obvious that her own family didn’t
care about her. They didn’t even want to see her. Why would
Clarence, of all people, care.
“You’re a f****** idiot.” Jess began softly, but she made sure
her words didn’t lose their bite. Especially since she started
to realize that her words were all she had keeping herself from
falling apart at the seems like a worn down marionette in front
of Clarence. “You can’t say that Natalie doesn’t care about you.
And you sure as hell can’t say that I don’t. Who the f*** are
you to say whether someone gives two s**** about you or anything
else?” She made sure to keep eye contact. “ Sure, your family
life may not be the best, or you may feel like you don’t have
any friends or maybe some degenerate hobo beat the crap out of
you and left you with a black eye, but even then you still have
no idea what others think about you or if they care or not.”
“If I didn’t care at all, I wouldn’t have said ANYTHING about
your stupid eye.” Jess’ words continued to grow in strength as
she spoke. “And maybe I AM being a pesky b**** and maybe you’re
just a freaking retard who chooses to only see the bad in people
because life hasn’t turned out exactly the way you want it to.
Well here’s a newsflash for you- life doesn’t go according to
plan, no matter who you are. Mind games are played with
everyone, even if the person doesn’t mean to. People can hit,
lie, steal, and curse you up one side and down the other and
they could still care about you. It’s messed up, but it happens.
It’s humanity. But to go around just expecting everyone to hate
you and not think you matter… that’s the best way to get very
lonely very fast.” She didn’t realize that tears were streaming
down her face as she kept ranting, not really sure if it was to
him or to herself anymore.
“You’ve got people who care.” She reached out to shove him, not
putting her full force behind it. Hopefully it was just enough
to bump him back a couple steps, but she wasn’t sure. “People
who would do anything to make you happy. Hell, you’ve even got a
locker room full of girls who seem to do nothing BUT worry about
you and what you do on a daily basis.” She rolled her eyes,
noticing for the first time that she was actually crying in
front of someone. “D*** it all.” She whispered before going back
into her rant.
“You’re a good guy d*** it! Really, you have to be a special
kind of stupid to not see that people like you. And you really
want to know what happened to my foot? I burned myself because I
can’t control the freaking things in my arms enough to not hurt
myself. I have an upcoming photo shoot, and I’m going to have to
cancel because I’m going to be in bandages.” She wanted to cry,
to tell him all about how disappointed her parents were going to
be in her. Again. But her inner control freak wouldn’t allow
that much. Already, she had told Clarence more than he needed to
know, and she would probably regret it. At the very least, he’d
tell his girlfriend and Jessica knew for a fact that the girls
there couldn’t keep their mouths shut to save their lives.
Everything was just so wrong. Jessica was supposed to get her
Enhancement, go to school here, make connections, get good
grades and her parents would finally be proud enough to come see
her. Now everything was backwards and twisted and she didn’t
think she could ever fix it.
“And even if you think your girl of the moment doesn’t care, at
least know that I do. So stop being such an idiot, idiot.”
#Post#: 617--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Rooftop
DIR By: morethanmusic
Date: May 31, 2013, 11:21 pm
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Clarence Morgan
"I bet you don't even really care about me. You just don't want
me to ask questions about you. Well, news flash, Paris Hilton, I
actually asked because I cared what happened to you, not just
because I was being evasive. How about that?"
The irony of the girl on fire was that she was really good at
getting people fired up. Clarence stood there, staring at her, a
glowering thought in the back of his mind wondering if he wasn't
being a little harsh. It wasn't enough to stop him, however, and
he kept up the facade of the strong man's stare-down.
“You’re a f****** idiot.”
He could feel a crack in his mask, in the form of his lips
twitching in the flat line they were pressed into. "I'm not
though," he said, darkly.
“You can’t say that Natalie doesn’t care about you. And you
sure as hell can’t say that I don’t. Who the f*** are you to say
whether someone gives two s**** about you or anything else?” Her
eyes never leaving his, they were both caught trying to be the
last to look away. Everything inside of him just wanted to break
the gaze, but the challenge was too tempting, and he refused to
back down to a challenge. “Sure, your family life may not be the
best, or you may feel like you don’t have any friends or maybe
some degenerate hobo beat the crap out of you and left you with
a black eye, but even then you still have no idea what others
think about you or if they care or not.”
He took a step back, working his jaw for a moment. "It wasn't a
hobo," he hissed, "It was my 'not the best' family life, thank
you very much." His voice was low and poisonous with memories.
“If I didn’t care at all, I wouldn’t have said ANYTHING about
your stupid eye.” The sting of her words sank in like the lash
of a whip, and it was less about what she was saying and more
about how she was saying it. He hardened his face, but inside,
he knew she was right: there was trust in honesty, even if it
was as a distraction, it still meant she'd noticed... “And maybe
I AM being a pesky b**** and maybe you’re just a freaking retard
who chooses to only see the bad in people because life hasn’t
turned out exactly the way you want it to. Well here’s a
newsflash for you- life doesn’t go according to plan, no matter
who you are." He leaned his head back.
"You think I consider myself an exception?" he slipped in, his
jaw tense.
His eyes wandered to her face, though, and he thought he saw
tears there. She didn't seem to notice them, but his eyes were
locked on her cheeks, and his shoulders began to slowly relax.
"Mind games are played with everyone, even if the person doesn’t
mean to. People can hit, lie, steal, and curse you up one side
and down the other and they could still care about you. It’s
messed up, but it happens. It’s humanity. But to go around just
expecting everyone to hate you and not think you matter… that’s
the best way to get very lonely very fast.”
Taking in a deep breath, he took a step towards her. "Jess--"
“You’ve got people who care.” Instead of paying attention to the
steady loss of his anger, she shoved him, throwing off his
balance for a moment and making him stumble slightly and
over-calibrate, sending him forwards a step.
"D*** it, woman, if you want to push me off the roof, you'll
have to do better than that!"
“People who would do anything to make you happy. Hell, you’ve
even got a locker room full of girls who seem to do nothing BUT
worry about you and what you do on a daily basis.” She rolled
her eyes, despite the tears, still just pushing forwards.
Clarence looked away, frowning.
"Those people don't know me."
“D*** it all.”
He looked back at her, thinking he saw he struggle with her
tears for a moment before going back to her angry word vomit,
spewing all of the rage she'd been keeping inside for longer
than Clarence cared to think back to. He stood there, watching
her, waiting for her words to slow. Ready for whatever she might
say.
“You’re a good guy d*** it!"
He felt a pained smile grow on one corner of his mouth.
"Really, you have to be a special kind of stupid to not see that
people like you. And you really want to know what happened to my
foot? I burned myself because I can’t control the freaking
things in my arms enough to not hurt myself." He furrowed his
eyebrows a bit, his gaze falling to her foot. "I have an
upcoming photo shoot, and I’m going to have to cancel because
I’m going to be in bandages.”
Clarence met her eyes for a moment, gesturing down. "Let me
see." It didn't sound so much a request as a demand, despite his
good intentions to sound gentle and caring -- which wasn't
really a strong suit of his. He smirked slightly. "You're a
stubborn b****, Jessica, you know that? And you have a d*** good
poker face."
“And even if you think your girl of the moment doesn’t care, at
least know that I do. So stop being such an idiot, idiot.”
He rolled his eyes. "She isn't my girl of the moment, she's
girl," he said, with a sigh. "And it's a little more complicated
than that, don't you get that? Anyway, me whining isn't really
all that productive." Clarence moved closer, looking right into
her eyes, his face not far from hers. "I was more just trying to
antagonize you so you'd talk to me." Raising one eyebrow, he
pursed his lips slightly in an obviously cocky nature, gauging
her reaction. "We think a lot more alike than you might want to
admit."
Stepping back, he held his arms out. "Can one stubborn idiot at
least carry you to the nurse, since surprising you made you burn
yourself? So we can be even?"
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