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Topic Started: Mar 21 2014, 09:36 PM (471 Views)
Aurezeia
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He was just turning to leave, a few steps away from the door, before the other guy called out to him. He froze up, looking over at Alphonse from the corner of his wide eyes. There was a crazed, scared sort of look to them as Milo eyed the other, cheek twitching in anticipation of him to spout some sort or rumor he'd heard about the dark haired artist, or even bully him with a rude comment. He was used to that sort of treatment by now, but this kid looked sort of tough... Like if Milo made a wrong move, it would get physical. Trying not to be too much of a smart-ass, he replied in a very small voice, "Painting the walls like that... I'm pretty sure that's not school rules either."

What the boy hadn't expected however, was for a hand to dip into his pocket out of nowhere, and steal the precious medication he'd snuck in here specifically to get. Stealing stolen stuff wasn't fun when he wasn't the one stealing the stolen stuff. Turning around to properly face the man with dreadlocks, Milo pulled an expression halfway between anguish and pain, looking back at the door as the paranoia increased. Any minute now, the nurse could come back from break or whatever she was doing, and catch the both of them. It was making him really uneasy... The last thing he wanted, was a trip to the principal or counselor's office. How was he going to get to spend any time with her if he was stuck in detention?

His eyes darted about the room uneasily, never staying in one place for long. Milo looked positively high on something really odd, like he couldn't get a grip on reality. He'd look through things like he was trying to see to the other side of them, or even focus on random points in space, leaving gaps between questions and response. Snakes... He didn't mind snakes. But he didn't like these ones.

Things to add to list of disliked things:

This guy.

Those snakes.

This room.

This day.

This situation.


He really needed those painkillers, or his head would implode tonight, he swore. Shutting his eyes tightly and rubbing his temples briefly with his spare hand, Milo glanced back at Alphonse, before snagging the red, white, black and blue cans and heading to the opposite wall. Setting his books down and shielding them with the trashcan, he set to work.

Knowing he had little time to work with, the boy snapped open one of his sketchbooks to a page he had been working on earlier with acrylic paints, using the design for a tag reference. Green bottom wall provided a base, over which a white outline block was stenciled. Grabbing sheets from the floor here and there to stop him painting over the parts he was finished, Milo smeared blue and red block writing around the outside with the end of his sleeve. Slender fingers were curled over the ends of his sleeves to hold them in place, and were soon covered in paint, along with his black nails and hands. Bit of loose spray here, spray there, and... Done. Messy, and not entirely finished, but done.

Stepping away, Milo gathered up his materials and put the cans back, keeping his gaze lowered from the intimidating profile of the other. "There. Can I go now? I really need those meds."

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With a devilish smile on his face, he watched as the boy sassed him back. He merely shrugged, the snake hissing in retort instead. Usually, normal people would feel bad and consider this bullying.
But he hated people.
Regardless of what ill feeling or look people would give him after interaction, he'd always beat them to it first. The boy was lucky Alphonse didn't charge money instead. He grinned as the boy started to shift his gaze around the room. Alphonse was amused by this, he assumed the boy was looking for something to fight him with. He was honestly rather disappointed when the boy had decided not to, but was overall delighted as soon as the boy picked up the spray cans and started to get to work.

He shifted into his own shadow, and out of the shadow of the nurse's table, behind the boy. He watched intently as the boy worked on his tag, using a green base, outlining with white stencil. He was impressed how the boy worked, being as resourceful as Alphonse was, even daring to use the bed sheets. He took an interest in the teen, he may not look it, but he sure did have balls. He liked how it was coming together, it was unique. He barely knew the kid, but he sure as hell knew that he must've been in the art club.

When the work was over, he nodded. He was impressed, verily. He applauded with a contented smirk on his face, the snake slithering forward, curling around the man from his leg, up to his waist, and dropping the medicine into his pocket. "Wow, you're pretty good. I guess there's more to you than meets the eye, kid.", he said, as the snake slithered back to him, the same way. However, once it slid around his waist,it coiled up, and into his chest, disappearing. Even if he was an anti-social, misanthrope-slash-delinquent, Alphonse kept his promise. He walked over, seemingly to the boy, but his intention became as soon as he took out a polaroid out of his black tank-top, using the colour as a portal to his storage, which would explain the snake vanishing. It more or less looked like he took out a camera from his abdomen.
Totally legit.

"Hold on, just going to take a picture of this."
Taking a picture of the boy's artwork, he took the film out and started waving it in the air, and grunted when the picture came out alright. He'd add that to his collection of grafitti he'd seen around the city. Once done, he then put both the camera and the film in his storage via chest, and faced the kid once more, the spray cans sinking into their shadows quickly. "Well, kid, you better scram. Heaven knows the nurse is...", he trailed off, as he looked into his shadow, and checked the corridor.
"Right around the corner.", he stated, rather matter-of-fact-ly. "Don't worry, I'll take the hit. But er, just so you know I'm not taking the credit either...", he trailed off again, taking a sharpie out of his chest. He approached the mural, and then signed at the very bottom corner where it was most appropriate and not over the artwork, an odd-looking "BK". Satisfied, he placed the sharpie back in his chest---er, storage.
"There. Now hurry before she sees ya, boy.", he ordered, walking over to the nurse's table, taking a grafitti magazine out of his chest as he did so.

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"I'm sorry for troubling you," she said, keeping straight face. "I was going to stitch it myself, but my effort was futile... I'm prone the heal fast.. but the blood wouldn't stop.." She murmured, uninjured hand on the injured one, covering the hole on both sides, hoping the blood would stop.
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Thankful to have the meds back safely in his pocket, he rubbed at his cheek with the back of his hand, smearing red paint down the side of his face in the process. Unaware, he hefted his books a bit and watched somewhat in fear, but also in awe, as Alphonse approached, only to see him... Take a camera out of his stomach? What a strange ability.

Milo didn't generally like to show people his art. His sketchbooks were meant for her eyes, and her eyes alone really, but... He was quietly flattered by the compliments he'd received for the rushed paint job, especially after the skill of the other was plastered all across the wall behind them. He nodded jerkily, stumbling to turn direction and scram the heck out of there before he was caught.

Perhaps the dude wasn't so bad after all. He wasn't a bully like the other kids were— sure, he was scary as hell, but he appreciated Milo's artwork. Maybe he had the beginnings of a friend there--

Ah, who was he kidding. Milo didn't need anybody. Milo didn't need friends. Milo had her. Anything else would just get in the way.

Well, perhaps there was room for one.

Just one.

Milo got lonely too sometimes.

Pushing the door open and walking out into the hallway, the raven's cheeks looked less pale than usual, aside from the pain smears. He had a glow to his deathly pale complexion, one that actually made him look a little alive. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to hang out with other people too sometimes.
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Before


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After
Edited by Willow, Apr 27 2014, 09:08 AM.
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The magazine was like the street-art bible for him. He'd started off at a young-age doodling, and now he was here, defacing academy infirmary walls with an odd, pale-lookin' kid. Hoo, boy was he progressing. He was reading the magazine, when he had heard the sound of heels tapping against the floor.
Clip,
clap,
clip,
clap.

Right on cue, he thought to himself, as he turned a page. Every new artwork that he saw was just another way for him to improve his imagination. He enjoyed discovering new styles, new pieces of work from other artists. It helped broaden his horizons, so to speak.
He was about to turn the page, when he heard the heels start to get closer and closer, increasing the pace as the nurse was arriving.
Clip, clap, clip, clapclipclapclipclapclipclapclipclapclipclap---

Woosh.
The nurse had arrived, looking very much angered. Alphonse did only nothing but look up, a dumbfounded look on his face as he somehow looked very much confused. He looked around the infirmary as if it was the first time he had seen any of the vandalism. He'd always do this whenever he'd tag.
Deface.
Sit down.
Pretend it wasn't you.
It always worked, the tag would've dried up by then, and would look like all the other walls on the streets in the city. Whenever police would show up and question him, he'd just tell them what he always did.
"I just got here."
And that's exactly what he told the nurse.
Normally, he'd know this would work. But right now, he was just playing. He was covered in paint, except for well, his tattoos and his tank-top. He honestly didn't care if he'd be sent to the office. No matter what he'd do, he'd never stop tagging. Ever. They'll never stop him from getting his hands on a spray can and getting to work.
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The attitude. This kid just radiated attitude. A rebellious attitude too, at that. Willow couldn't stand rebellious kids who mucked up. They just made things all so incredibly difficult for everybody around them. Especially when they made messy mischief that others had to clean up. There was art on both walls she hadn't authorised, and though it tactfully put together, it wasn't really her thing. That was beside the point though.

It was the act of doing so, and this kid's nonchalance afterwards. Narrowing her eyes, she gripped his chin firmly, nails digging into Alphonse's cheeks as she pulled his face up to hers, leaning down with a sneer. "'I just got here' my ass. You're covered in paint, kid. I'm in my right mind to just send you off to the discipline office, but I'd really prefer not to deal with the midget in charge of that place." Willow didn't care if she was being rude or infringing treatment laws of children. This was her office, her infirmary, therefore, her rules. Things ran differently in her little medical world.

Letting him go with a scowl, she clipped over to the side with the large white mural on it, running a finger down the wall and rubbing her fingers together, seeing how the paint smeared slightly. "Hmph, still fresh. It's cold too. Who else do you expect me to believe is the culprit, if I was barely away an hour, and this is a large painting."

Letting out a small 'tch' sound in annoyance, Willow massaged her temples and sent a smouldering look over to Alphonse. "Look, my coffee's getting cold and I'm feeling relatively nice today. I don't care if you need more for something else, and that's why you're still sticking around— just get out and don't do it again, or I swear I will have you back here on a table, and I'll be getting very up close and personal with your innards. Off you go now." the blonde ushered the student out of the room with a shooing motion, picking up her mug again. She was not amused. If he decided to kick up any more of a fuss, she wouldn't tolerate it. This was a once off with letting him get away with it— if it happened again, she wouldn't be quite so nice.
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She sat there obediently as the nurse was doing other stuffs, her clothes getting soaked with blood --- not like it mattered to her. Drip, drip... By the time the nurse had returned, she was already out there.

"Bear with me, this is going to hurt a lot."
She was brought back to her senses when her body tensed up, she was feeling pain. Her eyes twitched, but her expression remained dull. Though it wasn't bothering her anymore, especially since the nurse---- did something, it was enough to hold her attention. She watched the process, all wide-eyed. If it was up to her, she would just find some sort of metal strip and sew it on her skin--- raw pain.

"There, how does that feel now?"
Ein nodded in a daze, the nurse looked cool-- "Do you think the scar would be visible..?" She said without meaning to. At the back of her mind, perhaps, he thought of Eve.
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'Do you think the scar will be visible..?'

After having their hand cleaned from a stab wound like that, the first question out of people's mouths wasn't generally about the scar. How long until healing maybe, but worried about visuals? ... Did this girl worry she would scare somebody with it?

"Possibly. However, I'll do my best to patch it up. There will most likely be a small scar though." she stated matter-of-factly. No use lying. There was almost definitely going to be a scar after that injury. "Come back to me tomorrow for some stitches, and I'll see what progress it's made overnight. For now, make sure to rest that hand."
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She smiled at the Nurse, "Then I'll see you tomorrow then!" She got up suddenly, dropping the bloodied scissors.
She quickly picked it up and ran out of the room. Perhaps, it would be best if she got a pair of skin latex gloves or something. She glanced at the Infirmary. Perhaps, she'd bring a present for the trouble... and by present, Ein was thinking of the lines of an obedient pair of snakes.
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