Skipping Boredom [Open]

[Deven Badger]

Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired... Goodbye my friends, Goodbye to the money. Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny! I just want to turn the lights on... in these volatile times. I just want to turn the lights on... in these volatile times!
The music blared in his ears as he sat in the grass. Back pressed against the rough brick of the old school's east wing. His shocking green gaze shifted about the courtyard as the song changed, more out of habit than any real use. He had been blind for years now... though at a glance it wouldn't be easy to detect right away.

"Mayday, Mayday, the ship is slowly sinking... They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling... There all around me, circling like vultures. They wanna break me and wash away my colors.." He sang softly to the lyrics of the new song before his voice fell silent. His thoughts drifting as he bid his time before lunch. He was being rather stupid by sitting in the open while he was skipping class, but he didn't care enough to slink off into the woods. Let the so called prefects bitch, after all they were no more than over-glorified hall monitors.

His lip twitched into a sneer at the thought of them as he slowly pulled his headphones off and let them hang around his neck. So pointless. This island was mayhem with or without them, so why bother? It was as dumb and as a waste of time as the classes here.
"Utter bullshit..."

[Alexander A Williams]

The bell had come, and gone signaling that the class had once again begun. Although, what period it currently was went unbeknownst to the Child of  Misfortune. Classes were such a trivial matter to the teen. With his lack of  shits to give, and short attention span - school never stood a chance. The only thing he gave a damn to notice was how quiet the once bustling courtyard had became these past thirty minutes. It never failed to amuse the androgynous child - the way they moved like cattle to stare at a white board for hours on end. Especially in a setting such as Ashford Academy. These were teenagers with the power to level the school, yet they still obeyed social customs. The irony was enough to kill an idiot twice. 

Perched in his tree, the little raven sheepishly watched the cloud float over head. Only pulling his eyes away whenever someone passed through the courtyard. And some start-to-finish Addison's gaze followed them until they were out of sight. Each time the urge to play with them grew and grew until it became a gnawing pain similar to hunger. He restraint himself though, he didn't need the Prefects poking their ugly noses into his hobbies. Although, he knew something about them they didn't want anyone to know. A hellish blemish on their seemingly law loving record. 

That was when he heard the voice - singing a personal favorite of the puppeteer. Shifting into a crouch, the young adult jumped into the next tree over, and continued to do so until he found the source of the song. From the shadows he observed the other male with a curious, and famished gaze as he spoke his last sentence.  His lips curled upwards into a twisted smirk revealing his shinning white teeth. Excitement boiling his blood, causing his black orbs to glow with a ruby-like gleam. "Take me high and I'll sing. Oh you make everything okay, okay, ok-" As the lyrics flowed out of Addison's lips two other voice seemed to cut in. With two hooded figures appearing on each side of Deven.

"His little whispers 'Love me, love me', that's all I ask for 'love me, love me'" This didn't seem to bother Addison as he easily slide into singing with them. "He battered his tiny fist to feel something. Wondered what it was like to touch and feel something." And then as if right on cue the puppets dropped dead to the floor. Their lifeless glazed eyes staring up at Badger as Addison began to laugh uncontrollably. Although the puppets kept singing... "Monster how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window." 

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TAG * 
WORDS *
LYRICS * Breaking Benjamin
NOTES * 
"Your character speaking."
Your character thinking.
CREDITS * ROZZ @ CAUTION!

[Deven Badger]

Badger glanced up as someone picked up the song. His eyes closing for a moment before blinking open, his senses training in on the man in the tree for a few moments before he caught more sounds. Two figures suddenly appearing on either side of him. Heat radiated from his hand for a brief moment but he did not act. Merely seeming to watch the boy in the tree and pay the others no mind.

What was this kid's game? The air shifted again as the two figures seemed to drop dead, yet still their voices rolled on. Joined by the kid's hysterical laughter. A chill crept up badger's spine at the sound but he forced it from his mind. Remaining relaxed and calm as he rested his arms on his knees. Not like he was surprised that the kid seemed off his rocker, most here seemed some level of insane. Least he wasn't a prefect.

He knew the song the trio had sung. A few kids back home had once used it to try and tease Badger, until he beat their faces in. His hand twitched at the memory and he gave a cold smile towards the boy in the tree.
"Interesting show, you come from a circus kid?" His voice was rough and held a certain bitterness he never seemed to be able to get rid of. Not that he cared enough to really try. What others thought of him was their problem, not his. He had no fucks to give when it came to the opinions of others.
"Bit cliche don't you think?"

[Alexander A Williams]

The other male seemed for the most part to be mostly unaffected by Addison's grand theatrics. Save for the chill that went unnoticed by the androgynous child. Which meant his performance had not caused the self-pissing-fear that he hoped to instill in his audience of one. Both a shame, and a huge disappointment. Alexander's humorous roar came to a quiet close as his mouth shut, and his hands fell from his stomach to his sides.  The childlike glow in his eyes dying out before being replaced with a solemn stare. Time slowly ticked by as Little Devil stood there, staring at Deven in silence. His questioned going unanswered until about five minutes had passed. Which Addison's expression changed once again into mischievous smile. 

"Not exactly, but I did have to put on shows for customers."  It was vague, but the eighteen year old had just allowed a small peak into his childhood. And that was just the way he liked it. Show just enough to allow them to see tiny details, but never enough so they can make out the much grander picture. It was a handy technique. Make them try to understand him as they told him everything he needed to know about them.

After all, all human have a psychological needs to complete things. The completion principle. A natural need to fill in the blanks in the stuff around them. A way for the world to make since, and so that they would feel in control.  He just needed to lay out the pieces of the puzzle for them. "Maybe, but in my experience I learned that cliches tend to be the most powerful." His voice like honey. Sweet and alluring as he walked towards his companion. With each step he took the puppets slowly rose from the ground before jumping through the air, and landing behind him the moment he reached Deven. "Mister... Have you ever heard of the story of Ashford's first evil?" The young boy mused. "It took the shape of student. A student named Kazuma." He started off his tale as he crouched down in front the younger, but larger boy. 

"The island was plagued by a series of kidnappings that were caused by his hand. The majority of those students were never seen again. And the ones that did comeback were changed...." He trailed off for a bit for dramatic effect. "Kazuma had taken control of their minds by bringing out the evil that lived within them. Though he was ultimately defeated by a band of students led by Calista Rosa, and her brother. After she had broken free of his control of course." At this part Addison let out a disappointment sigh. As if he didn't particularly enjoy the ending. 

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WEARING *This
TAG * Deven Badger
WORDS *
LYRICS * Breaking Benjamin
NOTES * 
"Your character speaking."
Your character thinking.
CREDITS * ROZZ @ CAUTION!

[Deven Badger]

Badger offered no words in the prolonged silence that followed his question. Instead he simply withdrew a cigarette from his pocket and clasped it between his lips, closing his eyes and pulling out a lighter to give the cigarette life. When the strange boy finally spoke again it seemed a vague answer as if he thought he were taunting Badger. Little did the kid know, Badger had no care for the pasts of others. Or pasts in general, really.
"Hah. You sound like a stripper." He mused taking a drag and opening his eyes again to look towards the boy, taking more care than usual to keep his eyes facing where the boy was.

People did not realize exactly how hard it was to keep track of such things when everything was always black.. it took a long time to learn and he rarely made mistakes when he actually paid attention. He knew people saw blindness as a weakness. Knew it well. The last thing he needed was a crazy thinking they found a weak target.

He was slightly unnerved as the boy drew closer and crouched before him. Painfully aware that sitting on the ground wasn't the best position to dodge a sudden attack. Yet changing position or getting up was just like admitting he was nervous. Like hell he was gonna do that. He remained still and took another drag, chewing on the filter of the cigarette slightly as the boy talked.
"What, sad you didn't get to be his little puppet?"