Post by Viktor Rogers on Dec 7, 2015 22:38:39 GMT -5
If any random kid over the past three weeks had asked Vik why his face was bruised or why he flinched every time he breathed in, he would've given them some high-quality, concentrated bullshit. Maybe something like, 'I got in a fight with a shark and it punctured my lungs', or 'I punched a crazy kid'. Although it's possible that he'd admit to getting in a fight with his roommate, he would never confess that the 'fight' was more of a 'beat-the-ginger-up session!'. That was far too embarrassing. But, the truth was that he was pretty confident in saying that he didn't think he injured Marcus at all during the conflict. Then again, he wouldn't know; the last time he'd seen the puke-head was back in the auditorium where they'd fought. Regardless, in contrast to his next-to-uninjured roommate, Vik had gone to the nurse with a fractured rib, a purple jaw and bruises dotting his stomach like he was a mutated dalmatian. After that fun visit to the nurse, Vik had asked Zack to spend a few weeks in his room instead. After all, he was pretty confident that Marcus had tried to kill him and that wasn't something he wanted to go back to so soon. So, he hadn't been in his own room for weeks, and he was pretty sure he was pissing off Zack's roommate by staying there for so long.
That's one of the reasons he went to Freya, Marcus's... friend? Musical partner? Well, whatever the fuck she was, Vik went to her for some well-deserved answers. This was because, along with most of his anger, his bruises had faded and he was only left with confusion and a rib that still fucking hurt. He didn't specify exactly what had happened between the two of them, just that there was some fighting involved. There were two reasons behind that. First of all, he didn't want to ruin any relationship her and Marcus had. Telling her that her friend had tried to kill someone would likely fuck some stuff up, and it would be even worse as it neared Christmas. And, in reality, Vik didn't know if Marcus had had the intention of choking him so he didn't want to mess up his life just on an assumption. It was irrelevant how confident he was in it. Second of all, he didn't want to seem like a little wimp by whining to her about getting the shit beaten out of him. He'd done enough pussy-ing around that day in the auditorium. Anyways, when he did find Freya, Vik's priorities were to find out why Marcus had done it and for help on what he should do. It wasn't like Vik had expected her to give him an almighty solution that solved his problems, and she didn't say much on the 'why' department either. But, she did suggest to talk to Marcus. So, after mulling her words over a couple thousand times, he found himself standing outside Marcus's dorm. He was, without a doubt, pretty scared.
With a heavy sigh that sent a flicker of pain across his upper body, Vik shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The irony hit him - he had to knock on his own fucking door. He allowed himself a half-hearted chuckle, but all signs of a smile vanished soon afterwards. He wasn't sure what to expect when he did manage to knock, nor what he was hoping to fix. He knew he'd fucked up when trying to provoke his roommate, and he hadn't been thinking straight at the time. Maybe he had just been getting used to the green hair and needed that vibrance, but he'd almost missed the presence of puke-head. Whatever the reason was, it was enough to convince him to knock on the door. He did so three times before leaning back on his heels, eyes flickering to his feet. He could only hope it was loud enough for the punk to hear, but maybe he was blasting music. Vik wrinkled his nose. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't actually sure whether he actually wanted Marcus to come to the door. The punk had likely enjoyed the freedom from his deaf roommate, and didn't want to see him at all. Chewing on his lip, Vik stuffed his hands into his (well...Zack's) hoodie's pockets and prepared to turn around to leave, when the door swung open in the corner of his eyes. The deaf boy flinched and rubbed the back of his neck, rotating back to face puke-head for the first time in weeks. Well, this was fucking awkward.
"I...um, uh...hey," he paused, keeping his breaths shallow so he wouldn't wince,"it's been a while, eh?"
That's one of the reasons he went to Freya, Marcus's... friend? Musical partner? Well, whatever the fuck she was, Vik went to her for some well-deserved answers. This was because, along with most of his anger, his bruises had faded and he was only left with confusion and a rib that still fucking hurt. He didn't specify exactly what had happened between the two of them, just that there was some fighting involved. There were two reasons behind that. First of all, he didn't want to ruin any relationship her and Marcus had. Telling her that her friend had tried to kill someone would likely fuck some stuff up, and it would be even worse as it neared Christmas. And, in reality, Vik didn't know if Marcus had had the intention of choking him so he didn't want to mess up his life just on an assumption. It was irrelevant how confident he was in it. Second of all, he didn't want to seem like a little wimp by whining to her about getting the shit beaten out of him. He'd done enough pussy-ing around that day in the auditorium. Anyways, when he did find Freya, Vik's priorities were to find out why Marcus had done it and for help on what he should do. It wasn't like Vik had expected her to give him an almighty solution that solved his problems, and she didn't say much on the 'why' department either. But, she did suggest to talk to Marcus. So, after mulling her words over a couple thousand times, he found himself standing outside Marcus's dorm. He was, without a doubt, pretty scared.
With a heavy sigh that sent a flicker of pain across his upper body, Vik shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The irony hit him - he had to knock on his own fucking door. He allowed himself a half-hearted chuckle, but all signs of a smile vanished soon afterwards. He wasn't sure what to expect when he did manage to knock, nor what he was hoping to fix. He knew he'd fucked up when trying to provoke his roommate, and he hadn't been thinking straight at the time. Maybe he had just been getting used to the green hair and needed that vibrance, but he'd almost missed the presence of puke-head. Whatever the reason was, it was enough to convince him to knock on the door. He did so three times before leaning back on his heels, eyes flickering to his feet. He could only hope it was loud enough for the punk to hear, but maybe he was blasting music. Vik wrinkled his nose. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't actually sure whether he actually wanted Marcus to come to the door. The punk had likely enjoyed the freedom from his deaf roommate, and didn't want to see him at all. Chewing on his lip, Vik stuffed his hands into his (well...Zack's) hoodie's pockets and prepared to turn around to leave, when the door swung open in the corner of his eyes. The deaf boy flinched and rubbed the back of his neck, rotating back to face puke-head for the first time in weeks. Well, this was fucking awkward.
"I...um, uh...hey," he paused, keeping his breaths shallow so he wouldn't wince,"it's been a while, eh?"