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Post by Sebastien Layne Tyler on Mar 14, 2013 20:00:14 GMT -6
 
Sebastien slammed the door, letting out a strangled, angry scream. Nothing was going right. Breakfast sucked, the appointment with his therapist had been a disaster, nobody had let him shave in a few days, his birthday had been completely ignored (except by the state), and the state had just sent him a letter saying he was on his own now. He was legally an adult, so they weren’t going to support him anymore. That left him with very few options. The last thing he wanted was to have to go to a mental hospital after this year, but if he didn’t go there, God only knew where he would end up. He didn’t have a job, he had no money, there was no family to turn to. If he was lucky, one of the soup kitchens would take him in. If not…hello cardboard box.
He grabbed the lamp off his desk and threw it against the wall with a scream. The plastic light cover cracked, sending little pieces flying all over. A little plastic cup of pencils followed the lamp. The cup caused no damage, most of the pencils hit the ground long before the cup hit the wall, but it still felt good to throw things. The desk drawers came next. Throwing those wasn’t exactly easy or the best, but chucking the contents across the room was good enough. The drawers ended up in a heap in the corner as Sebastien made for his bed, tearing the sheets and blankets off, swinging them across the room, and shredding the pillowcases. He badly wanted a knife to slash at the pillows, but without that…he settled for beating them against the walls and the floor. The feathers puffed out, flying through the air before settling in his hair and all around him.
The remainder of the pillows finally ended up in the rest of the mess. Sebastien spun circles, clenching and unclenching his fists, as he looked for something else to throw or destroy. When he found nothing, he clenched his fists tight and threw a punch at the door. His brain barely registered the pain as he punched again and again, trying to put a hole through the door.
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Post by Sam Ash Wheaton on Mar 15, 2013 14:37:31 GMT -6
[style=width:450px; height:600; background:url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/InTheDark/SamTemplateBan.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:left][style=width:450px; height: 200px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:25px; background:url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/InTheDark/SamHeader2.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:center] 464 words • tagged: sebastien • outfit: here Sam smiled over at the girl who was accompanying him towards his room. Quite a looker she was, but Sam really couldn't remember what her name was. He wasn't intending to fuck around with her in their room. No, that would be inconsiderate... and run the risk of Sebastien walking in on them. Oh no, they were going back to her room... but he had to get something from his room first. A certain rectangular package from the bedside table. However, as he walked down the hall, he heard quite a commotion. He saw heads peeking out of doors, looking in the direction of his room.
He looked at the girl whose name he couldn't remember. "Raincheck," he stated, breaking away from her and moving down the hall at a run, pulling his keys out of his pocket. Reaching the door, he paused, looking down the hall. "What the hell are you all looking at? Mind your own damn business!" he growled, waiting until the other inhabitants had gone back into their rooms. By this time, he could hear a short thud from the room, the door shaking just slightly. "Damn it," he cursed softly, reaching over to unlock the door. After a moment, he opened the door quickly, shifting to the side, knowing his roommate had been striking the door.
He reached out, grabbed hold of the wrists of the other male and pushed him back. Reaching out, he pulled the door shut. "Hey, hey," Sam started, watching the other male. "Cool it, alright?" he asked before taking in the carnage of the room around him. Sam winced slightly, well, at least Sebastien had limited the destruction to his own side of the room and had left Sam's stuff alone. This time. "Fuck, dude. What the hell?" he demanded before turning to face the other male. "What happened then? Someone piss in your cheerios?" he asked easily, crossing his arms over his chest. He hoped it was a damn good reason, he'd given up hooking up with a damn hot chick for this!
He shook his head slightly before moving towards the mess on the floor. Kneeling down, he began to pick up the various items. "Talk to me, Seb. Who pissed you off this time?" he asked, looking up at his roommate as he worked, wondering if it had been his counselor or another student. Either was likely, even probable. Sebastien sometimes had a hard time controlling himself. "Just say the word and I'll drag their asses back here... no one need ever know you were involved," he joked with a wink towards his roommate.
[/style][/style] lyrics of love isn't always fair by black veil brides. table by (( aurora !! of Caution 2.0. |
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Post by Sebastien Layne Tyler on Mar 15, 2013 22:57:32 GMT -6
Sebastien swung at the door again, but this time, his fist connected with nothing but the air. Confusion crossed his face, but moments later, his unasked question was answered as his roommate grabbed his wrists. Appearances aside, Sam had an incredibly strong grip. Then again, he had probably learned that over the last year they had been living together. How many times had they ended up in this same situation? Sam was constantly holding him back, trying to calm him down. At times, Sebastien appreciated it. At others, he wanted nothing more than to deck the boy. This was one of the times when he wanted to hit Sam.
“Let me go,”, he growled, struggling against his bonds. “I’m going to fucking…” he trailed off, letting out another frustrated, strangled scream. Sam finally let him go and Sebastien struck out again, this time relishing the feel of his fist against the wall. Some small part of him told him to stop before he put dents in it, got a counselor called in on him, or any of the other things that could happen, but he ignored it. He hit the wall several times before turning towards Sam. Miraculously, the boy was on the floor, cleaning up Sebastien’s mess…again. God, he owed his roommate big time. It was a shame he only realized that in moments like this. His counselor was right. And Sebastien hated when his counselor was right.
“I don’t wanna talk,” he growled, watching Sam. After a few minutes, he sighed and pulled the crumpled letter out of his pocket, tossing it on the floor in front of the other boy. “Fucking state cut me off. I’m screwed after this year. The school’s going to kick me out, the state won’t take me back. Once this is over, I’ve got nowhere to go.”
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Post by Sam Ash Wheaton on Mar 15, 2013 23:12:11 GMT -6
[style=width:450px; height:600; background:url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/InTheDark/SamTemplateBan.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:left][style=width:450px; height: 200px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:25px; background:url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/InTheDark/SamHeader2.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:center] 538 words • tagged: sebastien • outfit: here Sam ignored the other male as he was ordered to let him go. Giving Sebastien his way in times like this wasn't necessarily a good thing, though he finally released him, allowing the other male to actually hit the wall. "You're gonna break your hand again, Seb. And remember how pissy you were when the doc put that brace on your hand, you couldn't even write with it on..." he reminded, watching his roommate for a few more minutes to be sure he didn't hurt himself. He could gauge the strength behind each of Sebastien's punches by now, knew which ones could be harmful to the other boy. Thankfully, the other male finally turned back towards him before it got that bad.
He went back to picking up the items on the floor, placing them in the appropriate drawers of Sebastien's desk or some of them he just set on top of the desk. He made his way over towards the wall, wincing at the sight of the partially broken lamp on the floor and he sighed, setting it down onto Sebastian's bedside table before picking up the cup and then the pencils, placing them back into the cup. He spared a glance towards the other as he stated he didn't want to talk, ignoring the statement as he made his way back towards the other's desk to begin setting everything right. And then the other was tossing a piece of paper at him.
Another glance spared at the male before he opened it up, though he hadn't needed to as Sebastien began to explain what had happened. He frowned, reading the document over a few more times before he wadded it up and threw it at the other male, watching as it hit him in the head. "You know, that pisses me off, Sebastien. Do you honestly think you'd be living on the fucking streets once you graduated from the school? Do you honestly think that you'd have no where to go?" He narrowed his eyes slightly at the other male. "Do you honestly think I'd let that happen to my best friend?" he demanded roughly, approaching the other to stop and stand directly in front of him.
"With my parents in jail, that house belongs to me. What, you think I'm going to need a whole house all to myself? I can't believe you have so little faith in me that you'd think I'd let you be fucking homeless you big jerk." He shook his head slightly before moving back towards the desk and closing the drawers. "Me, who is here cleaning up your messes again instead of fucking some hot girl I found in the courtyard outside. Me, who has had your back since we've been roommates. Me, who has never reported anything you've said or done in my presence and have stopped other people from doing it to keep you out of trouble..." He turned around, looking at the other male seriously, arching an eyebrow. "I think I'm crushed, Seb."
[/style][/style] lyrics of love isn't always fair by black veil brides. table by (( aurora !! of Caution 2.0. |
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Post by Sebastien Layne Tyler on Mar 16, 2013 0:03:35 GMT -6
Sebastien glared as Sam threw the letter back at him, hitting him in the head. He clenched and unclenched his fists, willing himself not to strike out at his friend. He really didn’t want to hurt Sam, but maintaining control at times like this was so difficult. If he could maintain control, he wouldn’t have destroyed the room. He wouldn’t have broken things, he wouldn’t have hit the wall, he wouldn’t be here now, talking to his obviously concerned best friend. Damn it, why did Sam have to be so fucking caring? It was so much easier to stay mad when Sam wasn’t looking at him like that. The boy had that look. It was so much more than I’m mad at you. It said he was disappointed in Seb. He hated that look. It told him he had fucked up big time. It was one thing to get that look from his counselor, but to get it from Sam…
He put his head in his hands, pressing his fingers into his eyelids as Sam spoke. “Don’t,” he muttered softly. “Please, Sam, just…don’t.” The boy didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think he could speak. He was panicking inside. He couldn’t face this. Not now. Not when he was so vulnerable already. As much as Sebastien didn’t want to admit it, he knew his anger made him vulnerable. It made it easy for others to slip things in, whether those things made him angrier or not. He had been denying it for months, but the more his counselor pointed it out, the more he noticed it. Vulnerability wasn’t good. It only made him panic more. He couldn’t do this.
Memories of all his foster homes and group homes passed through his mind. Not one had ever felt like home. He had never truly felt welcome. And now his best friend was offering… He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve any of it. The kindness, the friendship, a place to go after graduation. What had he done to say ‘thank you’? Oh, right. He had punched Sam several times, blacked both eyes (separately and together), broken the boy’s nose, destroyed half his property, and generally been the world’s biggest jerk. Yet Sam still kept coming back to help him out. Why?
“Why?” he repeated aloud, finally looking Sam straight in the eye. “Why do you do this to me? Why do you keep coming back time after time? I don’t change. I’m still an angry, heartless jerk, no matter what I do. I don’t get it.”
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Post by Sam Ash Wheaton on Mar 16, 2013 13:27:36 GMT -6
[style=width:450px; height:600; background:url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/InTheDark/SamTemplateBan.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:left][style=width:450px; height: 200px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:25px; background:url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/InTheDark/SamHeader2.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:center] 520 words • tagged: sebastien • outfit: here Sam could tell he'd angered Sebastien by throwing the paper at him, but at the moment, he really couldn't give two shits. Go ahead, let Sebastien hit him. Sam would hit back this time, by fucking god. He kept waiting for it... waiting for the other male to march towards him and just deck him square in the face. It never came. Sam looked up at the male, watching Sebastien watching him. And then th eother lowered his head, applying pressure to his eyes and told him 'don't'. Don't what? Please don't fucking what? Sam narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the other male.
"Don't what? Don't care? It's a little fucking late for that, Sebastien. I mean really. You're my best friend, and best friends care about each other," he stated firmly, watching the other male as he seemed to sink in on himself. Sam felt a little bad about breaking the other male down, but a part of him was still angry and hurt that Sebastien had thought so little of him. He'd thought after a year of being roommates, of being friends for nearly as long, Sebastien would have more faith in him than that. Would have more trust... would know him better. He shook his head slightly. He knew Sebastien had had a rough life, really he did. He may not know all the specifics, but he knew that Seb hadn't had what he had.
He looked up when he heard the other male utter one word. Why? He watched as Sebastien's head rose to look him in the eye once more. Why did he do what to him? Why did he keep coming back? Sam frowned, putting down the lamp which Sam had decided would likely just have to have the shade replaced. He paused in front of the other male. "Because you're my brother, Sebastien. For all intents and purposes, you are my fucking family. And I do not turn my back on my family." He reached up, placing a hand on the other's shoulder, watching him intently. "You're not a heartless jerk. So you get pissed off every now and then, everyone does. You just get a bit more violent than most," he stated with a hint of amusement as he smiled.
He sighed, letting his hand drop back to his side. "What kind of a brother would I be if I just left you in the gutter someplace, Sebastien? Not a very damn good one. Brother's get into fights. They do hurt each other... but the beauty of it is... you're still brothers." He shrugged, placing his fist lightly against the other's shoulder and then giving him a slight push. "Like it or not, man. You're stuck with me," he stated with a playful wink. "You'll just have to continue to put up with my awesomeness for the rest of your life," he stated simply. [/style][/style] lyrics of love isn't always fair by black veil brides. table by (( aurora !! of Caution 2.0. |
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Post by Sebastien Layne Tyler on Mar 31, 2013 23:08:11 GMT -6
“A bit?” Sebastien repeated, watching his best friend, his…his brother. “Jesus, Sam. Does nothing bother you? This is more than a bit more violent. The Welcome Committee here made a point of diagnosing Intermittent Explosive Disorder. Do you even know what that means? What happens when I really explode, huh? What happens when I hurt you seriously? I could put you in the hospital, Sam. I could black out and do so much worse. What then?” Sebastien would never admit it aloud, but he was terrified of that. Hearing Sam call him his brother felt good. It was relieving to feel like he had somewhere to go, somewhere he belonged. He liked feeling like someone cared about him and not just his issues. But admitting that wasn’t good. It meant he felt attached to someone, and would feel responsible when he inevitably hurt that person. Sure, he had hurt Sam before, but never during a blackout. What if he did black out and go after his best friend? That would never end well, and when he regained enough sense, he would feel miserable.
Rolling his eyes at Sam’s next words, he sat down on the edge of his nearly destroyed bed and pummeled the mattress a few times. “If that’s what brothers are in your world,” he mumbled, “I think you’re from a different planet. The brothers I had with the foster families hated my guts. They couldn’t wait to get rid of me. If you left me in a gutter somewhere, you’d be just like them, and I really wouldn’t blame you.” He trailed off, feeling his anger rising again. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to dwell on the past, on his foster families? It only fed his anger. His counselor told him over and over again not to do that, yet he still did. He really didn’t think he could help it sometimes. Certain words, topics of conversation, things like that just brought up all the memories. At least he could thank the high heavens that he never personally knew his birth mother. If what he had learned was true, she wasn’t someone he’d want to remember.
Suddenly twisting around, he punched the headboard, once, as hard as he could. He felt the wood splinter, his knuckles cracked, and an agonizing pain shot down his hand. He cursed loudly and lifted his hand to his lips, but was satisfied to have destroyed one last thing. Breaking things helped. It gave him something to release his anger on. And eventually, when there was nothing left to break, he’d have no choice but to cool down. He had reached that point, and as much as he wanted to stay angry and break more things, there was nothing left. Nothing besides Sam’s belongings, and Seb knew he had enough sense now to avoid that. Cursing aloud, he flopped back on his bed and finally decided to try one of his counselor’s tricks. He took a deep breath and slowly started counting down from 100 in his head.
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Post by Sam Ash Wheaton on Apr 2, 2013 8:46:38 GMT -6
[style=width:450px; height:600; background:url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/InTheDark/SamTemplateBan.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:left][style=width:450px; height: 200px; padding-top:20px; padding-left:25px; background:url(http://a-little-wicked.com/SpooksRandom/InTheDark/SamHeader2.jpg); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:center] 630 words • tagged: sebastien • outfit: here Sam couldn't help but laugh at the incredulous tone that Sebastien spoke in when he asked if nothing bothered him. He shrugged in a non-chalant manner as he watched the other. "Water over a ducks back," he stated easily. "Why sweat the small stuff when there are so many other things that are worse?" He didn't understand the point in dwelling on shit in the past. There was nothing that could be done to change it, so why dwell? It only made the present and the future that much more sucky if you brought things from the past into the present and future.
"Intermittant Explosive Disorder, hm? What... they think you're going to erupt like a volcano? That'll be pretty messy. I hope I don't have to clean it up," Sam stated, laughing a bit at the thought. "I mean really... I hope you don't do it in the dorm room, I don't want to spend my weekends scraping Sebastien parts off the wall, kay? Cool. Do it outside where we can just take a garden hose to wash off the sidewalks." He nodded matter-of-factly and he smiled at the other male. When Sebastien stated he could put Sam in the hospital, Sam shrugged. "Well, Seb... then I guess you'd better damn-well come visit me in the hospital, don't you? Otherwise, I'll be fucking pissed. And when I get out, I'll be the one with intermittant explosive disorder and I'll intermittantly explode all over you."
Sam shook his head slightly as he flopped down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as Sebastien sat down on his own bed and listened to him hit the mattress. "Damn, you caught me. In that case, you and I should go back to my home planet. 'Cause this one sucks. Totally not worth the hostile takeover we had planned. I mean honestly, they put me in the body of the most attractive male on the planet, and what do they do with me? They claim I'm a sexual addict and lock me up. Humans are such an odd creature..." He smirked slightly at the direction the conversation had taken, though as the other male stated that if he left him in a gutter somewhere that he would be just like his foster brothers and that he wouldn't blame him.
Sam frowned, reaching up and grabbing hold of one of his pillows and chucking it at the other male. "Stop talking shit, Sebastien. I mean, really. If I have to get up and come over there and pummel you with a damn pillow, then I fucking will." He rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly before the other male was twisting on his bed rapidly and hitting the headboard, startling Sam and causing him to sit up quickly. "Seb-?" His eyes widened slightly as he watched the other lift his hand to his mouth and he got up, watching the other flop back onto his bed, Sam moved to put one knee on the bed beside of him and take his arm.
He rolled his eyes slightly as he inspected the other's hand. "Idiot, you probably fucking broke a metacarpal, you know you're gonna have to go to the infirmary, right?" He asked, arching a brow and looking up at the other male. "Because obviously I can't just bite my tongue over it... and I'll just nag you until you go, or get pissed off enough to hit me with the other hand. And then I'm still going to nag you. So might as well go ahead and go." [/style][/style] lyrics of love isn't always fair by black veil brides. table by (( aurora !! of Caution 2.0. |
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