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Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz call me a s i n n e r , call me a s a i n t tell me it's o v e r, i'll still l o v e you the same Mello hadn't slept well last night. He ate a soggy apple before bed and threw it up in chocolate-covered chunks before passing out, the darkest corners of his mind stained with thoughts of Matt. How close he had been to those forest-green eyes in the classroom, how the words written in Matt's shitty handwriting spoke to him like the letters were dancing off the pages. The redhead was competition, but no, not just that... what was he? The blonde stirred awake to the sleepy murmurs of men passed out in the living room, empty bottles of liquor scattered around like landmines in the space he had just cleaned a few days ago. Mello hated when they barged in unannounced, even more so when the stench of marijuana and cigarettes lingered in the apartment weeks after their rude visitations. He showered, grabbed his backpack, and left before any of them could wake up. He was early, even if he had taken a brief detour to the supermarket to buy a few chocolate bars and an energy drink for the way home. Mello snacked on the sweet on his way to school to keep his sugar cravings balanced. As the saying went, a chocolate bar a day, keeps bitchy Mello away. Chocolate was something his stomach could handle, thankfully. So far, so good. His stomach wasn't acting up, there were no thugs in his way this time, and he'd have eight hours to tune out before he'd have to tune back in to the streets. He was usually so unconcerned with his surroundings but he couldn't help but notice the way others stared more often than they normally did, like they were trying to be obvious about gossiping. About how he had done quite a number on Matt after their unsolved conflict yesterday. He was confused until he walked into a nearly empty classroom and saw Matt looking shittier than he did yesterday with the same cuts and bruises that had been ignored since. No wonder he was attracting so much attention. No wonder he was the talk of the entire school for allegedly beating a classmate. Mello sighed. Boring, uneventful days were too much to ask for sometimes. He sneaked behind Matt just in the nick of time to hear the 'fucking asshole' from his lips, and he didn't waste a second thwacking the back of his head with the chemistry textbook as if to say you called? to the fuckhead. Mello narrowed his blue eyes at the mess of cinnamon-red hair and asked, completely composed. Why the hell do you look like that, still? he asked, passively mortified that the idiot hadn't even bathed, then. Mello glared at a nosy student and returned to his seat before class started, already peeved at how annoying his day was and even more pissed off that Matt held this much power over it.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz I'm not the next of them , I am the first of me Ow-! Matt hissed when he felt something smack the back of his skull, the battered boy turning to glare back only to sigh when he noticed it was just Mello. Hey! I can't really wash away bruises and cuts, just the blood! You act like I want everyone staring at me.. thinking a pansy like you kicked my ass. He muttered, rubbing the back of his head sorely. He wasn't covered in fresh blood, and had even bothered to wear fresh clothes, what more could be asked of him? Matt was just as irritated as Mello, if not more so. This opened a window to the other students.. made Matt look weak. Kids were opening staring at him all throughout class, looking from him to Mello and then back to him. Whispering, pointing, laughing... it was so annoying. This was why he hated people. They were all the same. Even the teachers. They were no different than the annoying student body. They all put on appearances, they were all so fake... But Mello was different than them. He was real. He didn't act any certain way to impress anyone. Shaking his head a little, Matt just tried to focus on his game as the class droned on, but he was finding it increasingly difficult. He was in a bad enough mood thanks to his hunger and body aches... honestly, he didn't even know why he was here. He didn't have the same drive to just be better than everyone like Mello did. He didn't care about school. But, like Mello said, it was just easy... and he felt like he had control here. But not today. This was the real reason Matt wore his goggles. He could hide behind them. No one could look him in the eye, and really SEE him. They could stare all they wanted, with his eyes masked, he felt less vulnerable to their disgusting, idiotic stares. It was pretty lame, he knew, but it was just how he felt. Fidgeting a little in his seat out of pure aggravation, Matt finally looked away from his PSP to glare at the group of girls who were doing the most staring and gossiping. His cold glare was enough to get them to glance away... but he knew he couldn't stop the rumors and gossip.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz call me a s i n n e r , call me a s a i n t tell me it's o v e r, i'll still l o v e you the same It wasn't like he was completely unscathed from the fight. The thugs had gotten quite a few punches in, too, but the damage they had done to his face was a lot less noticeable when third degree burns covered half of it already. Most of the bruises were underneath his leather outfit, occasionally made obvious by the way he winced when he fidgeted a certain way. Mello just thought the entire situation was ironically convenient for their classmates to fabricate a story that would have made perfect sense otherwise. How else were they supposed to explain why Mello and Matt had walked into class with a number of bruises and cuts on their faces? Not that Mello cared. He just thought it was annoying how it was ten times more difficult to tune out and mind his own business when nobody was minding theirs. The only convenient part to having the whole school gossip about him was the fact that it roused fear among his peers which kept most of them at bay. None of the pricks that teased him where he could see dared to do that anymore but the girls chattered on, not that Mello expected them to behave any differently. They thrived off rumors like vultures off carcasses and this particular gossip of the day was hot and fresh for the sharing. Their teacher asked to see Mello separately after class to discuss the matter, even if both of them knew exactly what she thought of the two boys, now assigned partners, walking in looking the way they did. He didn't want any part of it, especially if she was going to give him some enlightening spiel about working together. Or suspend him. He didn't give a shit what reason she had to see him after class Mello headed straight home after first period, weaving out of the suffocating crowds and into the empty streets. Maybe school really was a futile attempt at slipping into a normal lifestyle. It was just too much. Too much drama and idiocy. Mello met up with a couple of his accomplices for a smoke break behind a butcher's shop, where the blonde recited from impeccable memory what his perpetrators from the other day looked like. It shouldn't be too difficult, he thought, to find a couple of guys with healing cuts across their faces. He zoned out for a while, casting an idle gaze towards the school as if he half-expected Matt to walk out of it anytime soon. It was odd and infuriating, the way he cared deep down, but he couldn't help it.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz I'm not the next of them , I am the first of me Matt tried to stay at school a bit longer than Mello had, but.. he just... wasn't interested. Why stick around when he was only getting more and more worked up? He had never hit a girl before, but damn if he wasn't tempted to smack a few of this little bitches. So, to avoid that, Matt ended up leaving during second period. Said he was going to the bathroom for a leak.. and just didn't come back. All he wanted to do was go home and sleep. Eating would have been nice, but.. maybe after a quick nap he'd go steal something from somewhere. So he headed straight up, unintentionally passing right by where Mello just so happened to be, standing where Matt would be unable to see him but he would be able to see Matt clearly. Matt didn't live far. Just a few blocks away, on the other side of the railroad tracks, which was know as the poorer side of town. The houses were all trashy and old, with little to no police activity in the area. Druggies and hookers commonly roamed the streets, but it was a sight Matt was all too used to. The only thing that bothered him was that, once he reached his home, the drunk bastard as sitting on the porch drinking away. Cursing under his breath, Matt avoided eye contact and made a move to just walk past him and enter the house, but he was stopped. Shane stood, standing at least a head taller than the lanky teen and weighing easily double Matt's own weight. Where the fuck do you think you're going, boy? I thought I made it clear.. you ain't welcome here no more! He growled down at Matt, giving him a rough shove backwards. Normally, Matt was spry and ready for a fight. Today? He had no energy whatsoever... and it showed in the way he staggered back from the shove, looking winded just from the struggle to stay on his feet. Fuck you, asshole. This house belonged to my dad, you can't kick me ou-- Matt was cut off but a rough and sudden knee to the gut, resulting in him doubling over and his vision whiting out for a moment. Long enough for his mother's boyfriend to land a punch to the side of his face causing Matt to spin, lose his footing, and fall from the porch onto the dirt. The fall knocked the air from his lungs, so as he groveled, gasping for breath, Shane slowly made his way from the porch to stand over and glare down at Matt. Your old man is dead, you little bastard. And dear, sweet mommy is in prison for at least five more years... no one is gonna stop me from getting rid of you, because you ain't got no one left who cares about you! Ya hear me? No one! He snarled, getting sick pleasure from the way Matt gasped when he kicked him hard in the stomach once more. Matt clawed at the ground and glared up at Shane from the corner of his eyes, his body trembling involuntarily from muscle failure as he tried to push himself up off the ground only to be kicked back down.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz call me a s i n n e r , call me a s a i n t tell me it's o v e r, i'll still l o v e you the same Mello wasn't one to pry into someone else's business nor stalk them but Matt had piqued his curiosity in a way nobody had before and the blonde was drawn to him like a nail to a magnet. Perhaps it was out of concern, or maybe it was just an opportunity to pester Matt about the project but why did he even care, Mello felt inclined to follow the redhead when he caught a glimpse of the other male trudging away far too early for Mello to believe school had ended. Aw, Mello! Where ya going? one of his accomplices whined when the blonde dismissed himself from the group. Mello was sure that he would miss a ton of fun causing all sorts of violence-happy trouble with the others, but that, he decided, could wait for another day. The other members were sorely disappointed to see him leave, although they knew the type of person Mello was volatile and unpredictable as a thunderstorm. To stand in his way would mean braving the weather and even the toughest of his gang knew when to leave Mello be. It wasn't difficult to follow Matt as closely as he did because the redhead was clearly distracted by something or someone while they walked into familiar territory for the blonde. He would have never guessed Matt lived here. Now, this was a shithole if he ever saw one. He stopped and maneuvered behind a dumpster when Matt halted in his tracks, sharply sucking in his breath as if the air was palpable and he would be caught if the slightest of breaths escaped him. Matt had no idea he was there, nor did the man Mello could only assume was his father... or stepfather. The blonde hardly winced when Matt was tossed around like a rag doll, the events that quickly transpired predictable and disappointing at best. He probably would have guessed Matt had daddy issues back home, but he wouldn't have thought he had mommy issues, as well. Mello pitied the way the redhead stayed down this time, the fight literally kicked out of him until he was sure one more fatal kick would knock Matt unconscious. Any other time, he would have walked away. This wasn't his business. It wasn't his family. Matt wasn't even a member of his gang. But Mello believed in returning favors no matter how small... and he thought this Shane guy was an annoying fucker. He stepped out of his hiding spot, a loaded handgun cocked and held steady at the drunken man. He walked closer still, stepping over Matt like he wasn't even there. I think he learned his lesson, he told Shane. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a science project to work on, and I need to borrow him for the day.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz I'm not the next of them , I am the first of me This fight if it could even be called that and the fight from yesterday were two totally different things. Yesterday, he had more of a purpose. He had a goal. Which.. he was still a little unclear about. Maybe he hadn't liked seeing Mello get jumped, or maybe he just wanted to fight and they presented a good opportunity. Regardless, he knew the only reason he got involved was because Mello had been involved as well. This, however... this happened all the time. Matt knew how this would end. He would get the shit knocked out of him, wake up, come back, and do it all again. Even if he did manage to get up and beat the bastard into the ground, the fight would just continue he next time they saw one another. So what was even the point? Why put in the energy he didn't even have for something that didn't matter? It was so boring to keep doing something that never changed... if he just.. gave up, then this nuisance would be over faster. Yeah. He'd do that-- Matt blinked when, suddenly, Shane halted. It was very uncharacteristic of him to stop mid-beating, so what the fuck was up? Grunting, he slid an arm under himself and tried to sit up, only to pause when someone stepped over him. At first, all he saw was a streak of black. And.. blonde hair. ... fucking Mello.. He sighed, not sure if he felt more reassured, surprised, or embarrassed. He supposed it was a combination of all three, but damn, where did Mello even come from? Why was he here? Shaking the questions off for now, Matt struggled to his feet as Shane glared at Mello and backed off. Tch... Take him, I don't give a fuck. Just don't come back, or things are gonna get real fuckin' bad for you. The threat was directed to Matt, who he glared at one more time before heading back inside. Matt just dusted his words off, wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth and sighing. Look, I-... didn't need your help.. the redhead muttered, still panting hard with his other hand clutched over his stomach. I, uh...had the situation under control, just so you know.. Huffing, he glanced to Mello's gun now and gave him a curious look. Should he even ask? In the end, the gun was the least pressing matter.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz call me a s i n n e r , call me a s a i n t tell me it's o v e r, i'll still l o v e you the same Well, that situation dissolved quickly. Mello wouldn't have expected any more of a fight from a man who relied on alcohol as fuel and targeted scrawny redheads when he threw temper tantrums. It certainly would have been more interesting if Mello got a good punch in as opposed to intimidating Shane with a loaded handgun that he hadn't intended to fire in the first place, but he knew when to stop looking for trouble. The blonde narrowed his eyes at Shane, watching him retreat and never letting his guard down. Who knew if Matt's crazy, abusive stepfather thing had a weapon somewhere in that shithole he could grab while Mello had his back turned. Don't worry, he won't, he said, eyeing Matt's crumpled body on the ground. I'll make it fucking bad for him if he comes back. For one, Mello would think Matt was a fucking retard for crawling back to this drunkard only to have his ass handed back to him every single time. Okay, so, he lied. Mello wouldn't stop the redhead from living out his masochistic father-and-son fantasy if he enjoyed this type of torture, but he wouldn't associate with Matt anymore. He would ask to be assigned a different partner in class, explain that they were just too different to work together. He wasn't a hero. He was far from one. So, he wasn't bothered when Matt refused to thank him, let alone acknowledge his help. All right, he complacently responded. Mello stuffed the locked handgun into a special sleeve sewn into the inside of his backpack where his concealed weapons were hidden. The gun was mostly for intimidation, not that he ever would have wasted a bullet on the waste of space Matt was unfortunately related to. Now, if you still have the situation under control, get off the ground, he peered down, his posture still rigid and unyielding to the pathetic sight below him. Then, he sighed, offering an open hand to help Matt up.
Thread: Shitheads (captain levi and Razz)

RE Shitheads Inspirit and Razz I'm not the next of them , I am the first of me Shane may have been an idiotic alcoholic, and even he knew when to back down. And that was when a gun was brought into the situation. Matt simply wasn't worth getting shot over... but being threatened like his on his own property only pissed him off more humiliated him even! So, if Matt did decide to rear his head here again, he fully intended to take that out on him. Maybe he'd even get himself a weapon to deal with the situation. In the meantime, though, he instead decided to lock himself up in the house and proceed to drink his shitty life away. While he fled the scene, Matt was busy trying to figure out what Mello meant. What did he mean HE would make it bad for Matt if he came back?! What the fuck... The redhead groaned, wanting to just deflate onto the ground and stay there. He really wasn't good at saying 'thank you'. Besides, not like he asked Mello to show up and 'save the day'! 'Course he did really appreciate it, and on the inside, Mello looked very much like the closest thing to an angel he had ever seen. Annoyed scowl and all. On the outside though, Matt was still trying to play it cool, like his plan had been to get the hell kicked out of his side all along. He knew that Mello knew the truth, if he was using his sharp deductive abilities. The truth being what he had said about Matt's life was 100 accurate. Matt's life was shitty, boring, and predictable, and he was constantly waiting for something to pop up... for Mello to pop up. Cringing inwardly at the realization, Matt looked to Mello's extended hand and sighed as well. Then, with only a little hesitance, he lifted his hand from his side and gripped Mello's own hand. Heaving, he bit back a grimace as he pulled to his feet, left slightly breathless once it was done. He moved to try and take a step, but with all the grace he had, ended up tripped over his own fucking feet. And, as one did when they fell, he reached out for something to grab onto to keep from falling face first into the ground. Annnd that something just so happened to be Mello. Matt's arm shot out, latching for dear life around the back of Mello's neck, his other arm flailing dumbly at his side until all movement stopped and he was left leaning completely against Mello, their faces an inch apart. It was then that Matt's face wen red. Like, tomato red. Those big green eyes wide beneath those dorky goggles of his. Slowly, the redhead forced a crooked little smile and, like the dumdum he was, said the first thing that came to mind. Tha-.. that was on purpose, t-too... He tried to stand back upright, but his body was frozen in shock. Mello was really, really attractive... scar and all, his skin looked so smooth! And, up close, those blue eyes of his sure did look lively and enticing- Shit. This day was all kinds of fucked up, now wasn't it?
Thread: A womb for rent... (Minxette & Dr. StrangeLove)

It was a warm and cloudy day. Soft white. Clouds drifted across the sky as a young woman approached the slug colony. The structure looked like some sort of giant blue and green shell, it's curving arches and rounded passageways of hardened slime seeming to tease viewer with vague hints of what was around the next corner. By the entrance stood a young slug-girl, her spear in hand. She looked speculative lyrics at the new arrival. Good morning. Can I help you?
Thread: A womb for rent... (Minxette & Dr. StrangeLove)

It took Cecilia a moment to even start thinking about what she'd say. The mere sight of this place reminded her of how unlike her home it was. What kind of strange colony was this? How would they treat her, especially...especially for why she was here? Clearing her throat, the young brunette woman said, I'm here to...um, I was told I could... Her cheeks were already a deep red. ...could be of service to your people... Would the guard understand what she was talking about? The thought of having to explain what she had been told made her tremble a little, and she hoped the guard wouldn't notice.
Thread: A womb for rent... (Minxette & Dr. StrangeLove)

The guard seems oblivious. If you're looking to sell something, we could work something out. What is it you're trying to sell, exactly? She looks Cecilia over speculatively, her eyes tracing her curves appreciatively...
Thread: A womb for rent... (Minxette & Dr. StrangeLove)

Cecilia sighed, suspecting that the guard did not understand. I had heard... she started, clearing her throat and taking a moment to gather her courage. I had heard that your kind, your queen, was looking for people, for women to... She couldn't help but to notice the guard looking her body over, which only made her even more nervous. ...for women to...carry your queen's young...
Thread: A womb for rent... (Minxette & Dr. StrangeLove)

The guards eyebrows raise, and she smiles knowingly, leering at Cecilia. Ah! Yes, that. Go right on in. Just follow the path straight on down to the center, you can't miss her... Cecilia follows the path as best she can, until she comes to a large chamber with an 9 foot tall slugwoman. Her skin is a pale olive, slightly tinted with green, and her hair and slug portions are an identical deep green color. She has numerous tentacles with all sort of intimidating shapes sprouting from her back and sides, and her belly is transparent, bloated with wriggling larva. At her crotch are several particularly large tentacles, clearly hollow, with transparent patches. She turns to look at Cecilia as she comes in. Hello there, little one. My name is Dozara. How can I help you? Her eyes drift over Cecilias curves, the same way someone might look at a meal, before they devoured it...