Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
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Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
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Post by Harrison on Nov 11, 2018 21:57:54 GMT 10
DawnfireI was free. Kind of. I was free of juvy at least, two weeks of being stuck in the house with my Mother and I was finally allowed to go back to school. “Here for my schedule please,” I asked the sweet administrator lady, “my names Eric Harrison.” There was a soft gasp behind me, I looked with a sly grin, eyes finding a pale at hell girl that looked like a vampire in training. So maybe they do remember me. “Here you are doll, that’s a nasty scar you got there, how’d you get it?” The older lady asked. She should of known better than to ask about the pink scar from the crease of my nose to the base of my left ear. “Shank made out of a plastic fork, twelve stitches,” I replied, an easy grin spread across my lips. I walked out, bag on one shoulder and freedom on the other. Rhys was in the middle of brushing his teeth in the boys bathroom sink when a legend graced his presence. “Harrison...?” He squeaked after spitting in the sink, “I uhh hi.” Rhys spun around sticking his greasy, dirt covered hand out, “I’m Rhys! Wow tall... wanna hang at lunch?” Eric looked down at his hand, shaking it with out question before nodding, “alright sure.”
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 11, 2018 22:14:25 GMT 10
Gym class... I don't want to go to gym class... Eliot had only recently been able to get surgery and his stitches were still healing. He had recently moved and was glad that his testosterone shots had taken enough affect that no one could tell he was trans. Gym, however, was the death of him. He had medical certifications to say he didn't need to participate but when he didn't, it drew attention. He stared at his reflection in the mirror in the locker room and found himself grinning slightly, giddy as he once again brushed his fingers over the stubble on his jaw and ran his hand down his throat, over the slowly growing adams apple. He heard voices and turned to see two students shaking hands. One he knew, one he did not. However, from the way his classmate was acting, the guy was big news. Eliot didn't need to deal with big news. Especially not big news that... Big. The guy towered over him so hopefully before he was noticed, he shuffled away from the mirror, continuing to put his bag in his locker.
Jaxon pulled his hoodie strings tighter around his skeletal face, leaving only a tuft of platinum blonde hair out of the gray hoodie. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a gray over sized hoodie to hide what he could of his body. He looked around at the dented lockers and graffiti covered walls, staring at the faces of either terrified or terrifying teenagers, and swallowed thickly. He wasn't sure if he would ever say a word out loud during school hours unless it was an answer to the roll. He had gym class and since he couldn't afford to go to a GP to get a medical certificate for a disease he refused to admit he had- he had to participate. As the bell ring he walked in and found a grinning Eric Harrison with a pink scar on his face. He shuddered in fear, or arousal, he didn't know anymore when he looked at Eric, and immediately shuffled past with his head down.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 11, 2018 22:26:30 GMT 10
This shit hole reminded my far too much of Juvy to have me dropping my denfenses any time soon. I quickly changed out, unashamedly stripping to my boxes and pulling on my gym shorts and old football shirt- bright orange with a Fox head. Rhys was blushing beside me and it took my not even a microsecond to work out he was gay. Might be useful later. “Jaxon?” I called out as a small guy walked past with blond hair that I couldn’t forget. Fuck it had been a while.
Damien has thought of himself as quiet, mostly because everyone else was loud. Out of high school context he was pretty normal, especially if you ignore his night time activities. His eyes followed skinny jeans and bones before flicking to the guy beside him, he looked softer than the rest which was a nice change. “I’m Damien,” He murmured quietly, briefly meeting the guys eyes, “you’re new right?” Damien pulled on his jumper over his gym shirt, having changed in a stall out of fear of being groped by some guy.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 11, 2018 22:34:54 GMT 10
Eliot gave the guy talking to him a soft smile, "Yeah I am." He held out his hand to shake his, "I'm Eliot." He greeted openly. Eliot was a fixer, he liked helping people and on the south side of this small area in Chicago, there were plenty of people to help. He just wasn't sure how yet.
Jaxon, the closeted anorexic that he was, heard Eric's voice and felt his heart start racing. This time he knew it was fear. He disappeared at a fast pace and moved out in to the gym, finding himself escaping in to the sports storage shed out the back. He was panting, the world spinning as he swallowed in fear. His knees weakened and he sank down, curling up to allow himself time to black out. Eric was someone you were aroused by in theory but then when he paid you actual attention you felt like a chased rabbit.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 11, 2018 22:45:57 GMT 10
“He doesn’t eat and I’m pretty sure he was the one that put the bag of dog shit in my locker,” Rhys said dismissively, happily following me out. He gave a running commentary of the people around us and what he thought they were like, along with conspiracies of who was screwing who.
Damien looked him up and down again, his voice had surprised him slightly but his own was cracking still so he couldn’t hold it to the kid. “What made you move to south side? That can’t be a choice surely,” he commented, looking into a mirror now as he fluffed his bleached hair. Damien’s dad thought it looked gross with his dark skin, but he loved it, made him look like one of the Instagram pretty boys with a sharp edgy vibe.
Willa was mid smoke when Jaxon burst into her hiding spot, sounding as if he was about to die of a panic attack. “I mean, mood, but you should breath or something before you pass out,” Will called sweetly from her spot, moving to sit next to him and offering her cigarette to him.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 11, 2018 22:55:49 GMT 10
Jaxon sat up, swallowing in a breath of air. He pushed his hood back, glad that you couldn't really tell that he was overweight just by his face. He took the cigarette from her, thanking her softly as he took a breath of it. He let it out slowly and handed it back, watching the smoke with a look of pure misery. He didn't even know her, she could have syphilis for all he knew because god knows the south side was infested with it. He pulled his hoodie over his fists as he heard the bell go. He let out a long sigh, not wanting to go to gym.
Eliot shifted slightly in a selfconcious way when he felt himself being scrutinised. He nodded and looked up at Damien, taking in his features. He grinned, instead of continuing the conversation he said, "ask me again over coffee sometime." He turned, grabbing his sketch book and going to sit in the stands.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 11, 2018 23:22:32 GMT 10
Damien nodded and then jogged out to the track. He was the unfortunate bastard that kept coming first in track races so coach Lewis had him on laps for his gym classes. Wasn’t all bad, Rhys usually tried to run with him and talk at the same time which made it a little more bareable. On the topic of Rhys, he was like that kid who could befriend everyone with his childish smile and mop of black wild hair. He would be cute if he kept his mouth shut.
“Harrison, good to see you mate,” only been a year, I thought bitterly, “You’re on the bench until one of these retards stuffs up.” Coach Lewis ordered, gesturing to the bleachers where a guy was already seated. I hadn’t expected anything less from my coach, he probably still had a grudge against me since I was caught with possession of drugs. “Yes sir,” I replied, a strange habit I had picked up for when I was talking to a superior person. “Whatcha doin’?” I asked, peering over to the book the kid was holding. He didn’t look my age, like fifteen maybe. I guessed that he was a late bloomer and left it at that.
Willa prodded his arm cautiously as she put the cigarette between her teeth. The guys expression was relatable to her current life honestly. “Well, I got some stupid physical activity to attend to,” Willa said once she was on her feet, snubbing out the cig before pulling out her packet. She held out a fresh one to skinny boy, “calms my nerves, I got a lighter if you don’t have one?”
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 11, 2018 23:28:27 GMT 10
Jaxon nodded without saying anything, not fond of her touching him but appreciating the offer. He ended up walking to the bleachers, sitting behind Eric in the hopes he wouldn't have noticed him. He sat, breathing in nicotine while he tried to remain undetected by both teacher and terrifying red head.
Eliot lifted his head and gave Eric an easy grin, "I'm just drawing. I'm not quite sure what it is yet, I usually just shade until something appears and then transform it." He looked up at the man's features and said, "You scare people, and arouse them. You only just appeared but... Everyone knows you... So where did you go?"
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 11, 2018 23:41:34 GMT 10
A smirk took over my lips, “Juvy for possession, aggravated assault and almost killing some asshole,” I said proudly, almost meant someone had to pull me off the guy and resuscitate the him, only the cops didn’t know about that. “Good too see folks still remember me, makes me all warm and fuzzing,” my smile turned to ice and I turned back to Jaxon, eyebrows arching at his clear lack of fat and muscle, “Hey Jaxon, you remember me don’t yah? We had some good times.” I gave him barely a moment of my time, turning back to Eliot without a second glance. “But you’re certainly new, why don’t yah come sit with me and Rhys during lunch, while yah get comfortable with this shithole. Promise I won’t bite... much.” I winked, accent rolling thick over my words as it was something I also prided myself in.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 11, 2018 23:46:50 GMT 10
Jaxon looked at him, his expression flickering in fear. He shook his head, denying that he knew him or that he had had any time with him at all. He hugged himself, glad that no one could see his body in the size XXL jumper. He was halfway through the cigarette already and he forced himself to slow down since he wasn't sure how to occupy himself when it was finished.
Eliot smiled, flashing perfect white teeth, "Yeah, I'd like that." He looked back at his sketch pad as he ran over what Eric had listed, "So are you a dealer or just a junkie?"
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 11, 2018 23:53:28 GMT 10
That caught me, most people assumed I was a junkie and didn’t think further. My eyes flicked to my arms, wondering if my scars where that noticeable with my freckles. “Both, been clean for a while though and I... Yeah, I was and addict, but not anymore.” I replied, voice quieter now that my cool facade slipped. “Promised my ma that I wouldn’t, yah know?” I found myself looking at his sketch book again, trying to pry too much. The smell of smoke was starting to get to me now, not used to it anymore from being locked up. “Jax?” I asked calmly, “Since when did you smoke?” I looked at him again, reaching out with the intent of taking the cig from him and getting rid of it.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 12, 2018 0:01:40 GMT 10
Eliot nodded and thought about it as he returned to his sketch, finally seeing a shape in the shading. He started making an actual frame of a drawing, adding lines and details.
Jaxon frowned and placed it back between his lips. He breathed in another centimetre and hit his hand away, practically asking to see Eric jump him. Eliot looked up when he saw him hit his hand, feeling like that was a bad idea. When he saw Jaxon looking at Eric in a silent challenge, he realised they must have known each other for a while. Jax had known Eric for at least three years now, since the man started dealing. They didn't have a lot of history, just a lot of silence on Jaxon's end coupled with him prodding the NC bear every now and again when he wanted to be hurt. This was one of those times.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 12, 2018 0:07:50 GMT 10
I was a reactive fighter, didn’t look for trouble unless I had to, Jaxon was always the one to act first. I caught his wrist and pulled it my way, freezing when I felt how skinny his wrist was. He hadn’t been that thin since I last saw him... instead of spraining his wrist like I planned, I let go of him and moved to sit beside him. “Slow down or yah are going to choke,” I grumbled to him, reaching to touch his hair now. It always looked so soft in comparison to my frizz of curls.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 12, 2018 0:13:00 GMT 10
Jaxon narrowed his eyes in confusion when he didn't suddenly have a broken wrist, or arm or elbow or a bleeding nose. He looked at him as he came closer, bowing his head when he felt his hand on his hair. His soft, light wavy curls resembled that of Eliot's, only blonde. He looked up the tighter curls of Eric's before he finished the cigarette, and snuffed the end out. He let out the last breath, his heart pounding with mixed emotions.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 12, 2018 15:30:51 GMT 10
Juvy hadn’t changed me, I was still the self righteous, arrogant, prick I had always been, but seeing my ma freak out over my containment had brought me down a notch. “Jesus Jax, calm down, I ain’t high,” I was an aggressive high, “and I wouldn’t hurt yah unless you try something.” My hand sunk deeper into his hair and I forced him to looked at me with a rough jerk of my hand. “What happened to yah? Hmm?” I cocked my head as my free hand grabbed at his hand, feeling along his fingers with my own rough finger tips, “Yah weren’t this skits when I left.” I flipped his hand over and pushed up his jumper sleeve, trusting my strength to over power him if he resisted. I cast my eyes down at the crooks of his elbows, looking for anything that could explain his behaviour. Could be just anxiety.
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