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Post by SAMAEL EZRA TAYLOR on Mar 22, 2010 17:39:24 GMT -5
We can't remember the seasons We chant in the manmade snow. We can't recall the feelings that we cannot show. Here he was again, in this class. Samael didn’t even like history, but he had to take it. And being that he had to be the best at everything he would show up and turn in everything. He would even study after words too, just to make sure he could pull an A. So as a student he was brilliant it was just his attitude that needed work. Because to Sam he didn’t have to like what he was studying, he just had to know the crap for tests. But this class, could just have been the worst class he had ever had. It wasn’t because of the subject -though history was awful boring- it was because of the teacher. Most kids adored Mr. Gray, especially the female populace of the school. Sam could pretty much say he hated the bastered. Well Sam could easily say anything about anybody, but that was besides the point. Sam disliked David Grey because he was the only teacher who had tested Sam’s bull shit. And often times they just ended in a standstill. Sam’s compulsive lieing had given him something positive at lest: tenacity. So the boy sat there running a hand threw his messy brown hair, waiting for the lass to end. Today there had been some childish banter between him and Mr. Gray about the Greek Empire. So at lest their fights start out academically. And then there is even the ones that go on during gym, when Mr. Gray subs. They would even compete there. Some people truly think they hate each other, be it because he actually questions Sam‘s lies or because as of now Mr. Gray was a bit more popular than he. Others have clamed it’s because Sam actually wants the teacher. For you see Samael is also famous around the school for something other than his attitude, his sex habits. Yes he was in that group of students that was overly sexed and loved it. But Sam is one of the few who is pansexual, meaning he will sleep with anyone and everyone he attracted to. Sam scoffed under his breath thinking on that fact “psh, like that fucking teacher, please I’ve got standards…” he whispered a little louder than necessary. That was another problem that came along with his Narcissist disorder, he was very prone to not whispering when he should, just for the attention. It was a controlled way of calling someone out when they are wrong and he’s right. And sense Sam was always right it happened a bit too often and on more than one occasion. In general Sam was a trouble make, but managed to have more friends than enemies and that was all that mattered to him, that his antics gained him some sort of popularity. “I mean geez…he can’t even talk normal….freaking accent, makes my ears hurt…” Sam was bit oblivious to his own volume when he was stuck in his own head- like now. The kids around him glanced over at the boy knowing that the teacher had heard also, he was being that loud. They were just waiting to see what happened next. Flash, Flash, Car Crash we're no fixtures. Quick, now, Quick take our picture! [/size][/color][/center] word count:526, Status:Done Tag:David Gray (Cleo) Notes:It's a bit short and I'm sorry for that.
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Post by DAVID ELIAS GRAY on Mar 22, 2010 19:31:11 GMT -5
i don't care what you think, as long as it's about me. the best of us can find happiness in misery.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - david gray, as immature and admittedly spiteful as he was, also happened to be far from naive. he'd been around the block and he knew the score - especially at jackson academy, where the loud, rebellious, attention-seeking nutjobs were in raucous abundance. disruptions in class were common, if not expected. it was david's undeniably intelligent method of dealing with this problem that caused controversy amongst the staff and disdain amongst said attention-seekers. he beat them at their own game; by being loud, hyperactive and slightly dangerous himself, he could make them seem like shy, coccooned, little kittens. of course, this would all make it sound like david did this on purpose; he was aware of the effect, but he just fucking did it for the shits and giggles. similar to easy, he really couldn't give two fucks about the messed up little shits and was only there to get his own kicks out of life.
today's class with the juniors revolved around the good old greeks. david knew this stuff inside and out, like the back of his hand, although if he thought about it (and he never did) he would have to say he preferred the romans more. they had a bit more flare and zest in everything they did; put on a bit more of a show, although the greeks were pretty fantastic too. right on cue, barely five minutes into the class, samael taylor decided it was his turn to pipe up and give his own two cents. sure, david had just been in the middle of answering one of the slower student's questions on the popular disney hit 'hercules', but clearly sam felt he was important enough to cut across this discussion. nothing new there and david managed to put it down quickly after a bit of competitive banter.
he couldn't say he had anything against samael; the kid was smart and did well (although it was david's own personal goal to make sure all the bastards did well, just to make him look good) but often, at the most inappropriate and inconvenient times, he spoke up. david noticed that the boy thrived on arguing and debating anything and everything with the bipolar history teacher, although he supposed that was something about wanting to be in the spotlight. another narcissist looking to be heard aswell as seen aswell as felt throughout the whole bloody room with their giant egos. david couldn't say he blamed the kid; he'd been ten times worse when he was at school with teachers just as uncontrollable as david and easy were. now he understood how fun it was.
"... alright, so aristotle had all these ethics and politics and blah blah blah and all that shite, some of which covered physics, poetry, theatre, music, biology, blah dee blah dee whoop dee fuckin' doo, eh?..." a few girls giggled in the corner (the same four who giggled anytime david swore, so, on average, every ten seconds or so) and david, who had been pacing around and between the desks, winked at them to encourage a few more hushed giggles and even more flushed cheeks. when he was passing samael taylor, he heard the boy grumbling to himself and managed to pick up the gist of something regarding 'standards'.
the class seemed low on energy today and, admittedly, david was feeling irritable himself. his psychiatrist had switched his meds two days previous in anticipation of a 'heavy fall' from all the hypomanic episodes he'd been having lately. there was fear of a severe depression fast approaching and so the quack had given him stronger stabilizers to balance out. as far as david could tell the bastard things only made him grumpy and hateful and he was considering switching his meds with easy's later on; it wasn't like the art teacher would take much notice anyway. in an effort to up the ante of the class, david grabbed an empty chair as he passed it, hopped onto the desk beside it and then flung the chair to the ground, creating a loud bang and making a few of the students jump.
"RIGHT THEN! ARE WE LISTENING!?" he roared, surveying their surprised and shocked little faces. where there had been hushed murmurs of conversation before, there was now silence and where there had been waning attention spans and sleepy boredom settling in, there was now a full class of awake and alert students; save for one, of course. fucking taylor. he was stuck in his own little world as per usual and just before david could take even further drastic measures to drag the stupid boy out of his daze, he said something rather loudly that the class and, presumably david, were not meant to hear.
there was a pregnant pause, wherein samael taylor still seemed to be totally oblivious to the intense stare david gray was giving him as the rest of the class watched on with bated breath. samael was as good as dead, they were sure of it, mr gray was going to beat him senseless or assault him or maybe attack him with the chair, there was no doubt, no way he couldn't possibly have something in for him. instead, a wee smile crossed david's features and he took three steps across one, two, three desks until he arrived to stand on samael taylor's own desk. david crouched, balanced himself on the balls of his feet and placed the tips of his fingers together before yelling very loudly and clearly, "mr. taylor! are we paying attention or are we considering what other glorious methods you can adapt to make that greasy mop on your head resemble a dead mink even further still? because surely you deserve a guinness world record for exhausting every other fucking possible way to accomplish this, no?"
david had amazing balance on the balls of his feet; years of crouching on desks had left him with the grace of a cat. he folded his arms across his knees, wobbling only slightly, before resting his head on his elbow. he stared at samael for a few more silent seconds before violently reaching a hand out and poking the junior square in the forehead. "pay some fucking attention in my class and stop imagining yourself wanking outside in a tree or some shite like that. painful as my accent must be to your delicate little chipmunk ears, i'm afraid you're going to have to endure it or else you can feel free to get the fuck outta my class 'cause i sure as fuck don't want you here."
another condescending show of teeth. "an tuigeann tú sin?" "do you understand that?" well, if sam didn't, at least it was a lesson learned for the other kids; don't annoy mr gray.
WORDCOUNT: 1200-ish. AUTHORNOTE: oh good lord that has to be the worst post i've written in years, i'm sooo sorry. xD it's late but i was determined to get this done and it turned all rambley and ahhh. i'm sarrryyyyy. :3 it'll be better next post, i swears!
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Post by SAMAEL EZRA TAYLOR on Mar 22, 2010 23:28:06 GMT -5
Sam looked up at the teacher only when David was crouching in front of him. He took everything the man said as he stared into Mr. Gray's eyes. Eyes that Sam was undoubtedly attracted to - but so was everyone else so that had nothing to do with any possibility of him liking Mr. Gary. But what he really was trying to figure out was how to answer the teacher back, and plenty of things came to mind in between the internal denial of liking the teacher. He really only knew one thing, David was in a bad mood today. "Mop?" he actually whispered under the teachers second rant. He figured that the teacher only brought up his hair because of the lack of his own. The man obviously had a reseeding hair line. Though he had to admit it fit David in a sophisticated way.
When the teacher had finished with some nonsense in a language the boy didn't know - though David'd accent beautifully fit that language much better than English - he stood. "With all do respect...Sir.... I don't think it's me who needs a good fuck," he paused to take a breathe and tilt his head just as it seemed the air left the room. Every other student inhaled and held their breath. It was a well known fact that David Gray was not one of the teachers you wanted to fuck with, because he will fight back and more often times than not win. But this is exactly why Samael would talk back, it was a challenge.
"And why do it in a tree when I have a nice comfy bed silly. But, I am not the matter at hand, and for the record I understand completely what you were saying. But you might need a break, like a nice run or something around the park. It is such a lovely day I mean and it seems like you are under quite a bit of stress," He spoke shifting a bit her and there, glancing at he other who were clearly scared shitless. It seemed like they expected Sam to be murdered before their very eye. And some of the girls looked like if Mr.Gary wasn't going to beat the living shit out of him, they would for insulting there glorious hunk of a man. Those girls were in fact the four same pathetic girls who seemed to crave that daily wink.
"Or maybe they switched your meds? I personally never take the shit, you want mine? It might not work for you though, mine are more for focusing." He finally finished.
In that statement there were three lies: 1. it was rather cold today, 2. he didn't actually get medication, and 3. Sam actually had absolutely no problem focusing. The first lie is the sort he would say just for the sake of saying something. The second being one that was the type he would use to see what kind of lie fest he would have to go on. And the last was just to help along the former. The more facts you have about whatever your talking about always makes it more believable you know.
For Sam this was his way of living. There was no need to tell people who or how you really are if the real you isn't interesting. And what is the fun of being average? So Samael Taylor was not who he really was to 95% of the people he met. In school he would just go along with little things, like saying he took medication. But for people who don't know him, he could just come up with a completely new person to be. But he always had the same attitude. And he always knows who he really is. Because at the end of the day Sam was still Samael Ezra Taylor and no amount of lies could ever change that fact.
So he stood there calmly waiting for the teacher to reply and possibly hit him. But if Sam knew better, and he defiantly thought he did, he would know that any sort of violent attack would get the man possibly fired. And from what Sam knows loosing a job is not on the to do list of David Gray. Not to mention how the teacher's fling opportunities would greatly diminish when jobless, along with the hopes and dreams of the female populous. And now, upon thinking of it, Sam would be a tad crushed as well, and not only for the lose of a good "duel" partner. And that is right when it hit him...only seconds after he had finished talking, and seconds before whatever anyone was waiting to see would happen. "Shit the fuckers were right...." he spat and then covered his mouth.
The one time the truth came out without being thought of is the one time he actually slips up in front of Mr.Gray. Oh how very inconvenient.
Word count: 837 Another note: It's fine, my intro was nothing brilliant as well.
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