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Post by Jacoby Jerston on Aug 28, 2007 15:41:43 GMT -5
How many people actually liked to study? The answer to that, basically none, which meant the library was always very empty. The emptiness was something Jacoby liked. It meant no one would be around. No one would bug him. He was always the loner, the one who isolated himself from people. Really he didnt like people. People were so depressing sometimes, and people just never understood.
As he had predicted, the library was empty. Quiet and peaceful, that was how he liked it. He wasnt there for studying though. He never studied, really he could care less. Every other place on campus always seemed to be buzzing with people, so he always went where no one was.
He layed on a table near the back of the room, his arms placed under his head as his hands gripped his sleeves to keep them from exposing the arms he was always hiding. His jacket rose up only slightly exposing the rim of his black boxers underneath his black pants. He was always covered in black, even his eyes which were lined with black. He definitely fit the goth profile. All black, eyeliner, snakebites. His appearance scared many, but thats how he liked it.
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Post by Trey Davidson on Aug 31, 2007 0:11:51 GMT -5
Trey was wandering aimlessly, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. He wore no shirt, and the low riding, too-loose jeans clearly showed his lack of boxers. His bangs stood up in about a million different directions. He had spent five minutes scowling at them in the mirror before deciding he didn't care.
He stretched as he wandered, pale skin tight over his protruding ribs. He hadn't been eating lately. Or sleeping. Or going to class. Come to think of it...what HAD he been doing lately? Really, not much of anything at all. Which was fine. It wasn't as if he was going to amount to much in the end anyways.
He wandered into the library and looked around, dark eyes showing no emotion. He was bored, and irritated with everything. He stopped when he saw the boy stretched out on the table. Watching silently from where he was, Trey studied the body.
Without really knowing what he was doing, he walked over to the boy, bare feet silent on the carpet. Tilting his head slightly, he looked down at the boy, who appeared to be sleeping. Then he bent over him, gently used one finger to push the shirt up. He studied the exposed flesh for a very brief moment before lowering his head and kissing the sleeping boy's back.
The feel of flesh under his lips was too much for his shaky control, and without a thought, he parted his lips and bit down hard.
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