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Post by Aleksei Talai on Sept 16, 2011 13:56:16 GMT -5
[style=font-size: 42px; font-family: garamond; margin-right: 40px; text-align: right; color: ffffff; text-shadow: #555555 1px 1px 1px; margin-bottom: -7px; letter-spacing: 2px;] we could have had it all,[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true]
[atrb=height,350,true][atrb=cellpadding,6px,true][cs=2][atrb=background,http://i27.tinypic.com/ossaht.jpg,true][style=line-height: 14px; font-size:11px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-family: courier new; background-color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; text-align: center; color: #555555; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]you're gonna wish you never had met me[/style] | [style=width: 305px; height: 353px; background-color: ffffff; margin-left: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #555555; overflow: auto; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify;mopacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]Talai rubbed his cheek, running into the post hadn't been smart, he was here to visit someone. A old friend who had long since past as far as he was concerned. He didn't really know if anyone else believed him when he said that he wasn't that sad about what had happened. He stopped, and looked at the book and flowers in his hand, he was dressed in his normal clothes, but his hair was actually taken care of. He had tried to get it to stay down but it had just poofed back again. Like no matter what he did he wouldn't be able to get the spikes to stay down, he was just stuck that way. 'Hm....Mom won't be looking for me...' He held onto his phone, the vibration annoyed him, he had thought she'd leave him alone but she kept on sending him messages. Ones like Akio where are you....you are supposed to be at home, and you can't go there...it's not safe. She never wanted him to go to the graveyard, but he wouldn't leave his brother alone. He wanted to apologize for letting him die, and seeming to take his place. He did it for his mother's sanity, and well maybe he wouldn't get in that much trouble for such a thing.
"Brother....Am I doing the right thing?"He sighed and leaned down cleaning off his brother's grave, the plants had overgrown, he would probably spend most of the day cleaning it. As he began to polish the grave and clean it, this would look a lot better when he was done with it. As he cleaned it, he felt that pain in his chest, and just smiled trying to keep his mind under what control he still had. There wasn't much there of course, he wished he would have been the one who died, or he could have at least pulled his brother back. He knew that if his brother was here right now, he'd be telling him oh you did the best you could. Live for me while I can't, and things like that.
He just leaned back and placed the flowers on the cleaned grave, he did this off and on lately. When he needed to think, or just be alone away from his house. Not like anyone would find him out here, he didn't care or he didn't want anyone to find him. He wanted to be alone, and then go back to school like nothing had happened at all.[/style] | [style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;] [/style][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; margin-top: -2px; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 116px; height: 122px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #777777; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]"TAGS" |
[/u] Open "WORDS"[/u] 419 words. "MUSIC"[/u] Under my Skin,Trading Yesterday. made by SPOT[/u] on OTE![/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Matteo Corso on Sept 24, 2011 10:44:54 GMT -5
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His walk was slow, almost painful while his eyes wanders everywhere and anywhere. Just looking at tombstones and watching how some others would come to visit loved ones. How more depressing was that? In the end, he should've followed Angelo's words about not coming here but oh well, his fault for not keeping him too happy. Suddenly, his eyes had spotted a familiar figure from afar. Wasn't that one of his students whom looked saddened most of the time? Matteo could only let out a soft sigh at that and walk towards the young boy before he spoke to him. "Such a face you make in front of a loved one, Alek." he told softly with a smile.
And it felt somewhat true. The boy looked like he was holding emotions back yet he smiled still while cleaning the grave in front of him. The Italian teacher leaned down to level with his cute student "Is that someone you held dear?" he asked of a kind, soft tone. Though he frowned lightly in worry when his eyes met the red-ish spot on his face. The boy was clumsy and most of the time, it had worried Matteo. Yet maybe he'd be able to prove his lover wrong today. Something he'll gladly brag about later on.[/style]
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Post by Aleksei Talai on Sept 24, 2011 11:58:28 GMT -5
[style=font-size: 42px; font-family: garamond; margin-right: 40px; text-align: right; color: ffffff; text-shadow: #555555 1px 1px 1px; margin-bottom: -7px; letter-spacing: 2px;] we could have had it all,[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true]
[atrb=height,350,true][atrb=cellpadding,6px,true][cs=2][atrb=background,http://i27.tinypic.com/ossaht.jpg,true][style=line-height: 14px; font-size:11px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-family: courier new; background-color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; text-align: center; color: #555555; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]you're gonna wish you never had met me[/style] | [style=width: 305px; height: 353px; background-color: ffffff; margin-left: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #555555; overflow: auto; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify;mopacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]Talai tried to clear the thoughts, he didn't need anyone to see this. Not that he'd find anyone out here, most people avoided this place. Unless they had a real reason to be here, and yet he still heard footsteps. His mind was disconnected, because he didn't react to them, but he could hear them getting closer. The kid was focused on cleaning it up, he should have done this before, but he hadn't had the time, and she hadn't let him out of the house to do so. He rubbed his eyes, and tried to clear the negative thoughts that were surfacing. The kid jumped hearing the voice, he had heard someone walking up, but still the voice scared him slightly. '....still a klutz...' He looked to the person who had talked, out of the corner of his eye, wondering who it was. That voice it sounded like his teacher at school.
But why would he be here, it wasn't like he had stalked him or had he, no there was no way. He wasn't that type of person, and the kid knew that already. "Teacher...." He looked at the smile, and then just at his teacher in general. He was always trying to help everyone, even if some people didn't want his help. That was part of why he was such a good teacher, eventually people opened up. Most of them had problems, but he wasn't one for giving up on any of them. It couldn't be called depression, no he was just in a confused mood, trying to pick his choices carefully. Talai was not a good actor, or maybe he was, some of the things he told to others he began to believe himself. Even the fact that he was not really who he was, Akio was laying here dead.
And Talai didn't know how to react to that, the grave didn't say much, his mother was not happy when she had come here. And he had to live up to what she wanted. "He...was...no he is my brother..." He didn't like to think of him as being dead, even if his brother was in the ground and they could never go through school together again. It was something he wanted to forget, but his mother never let him. She didn't really know she was doing it, but still not like they could blame him for what he thought about the things she did.
His mindset hadn't changed, he was still smiling not letting anything else show, he couldn't. It was not easy for him to do that, if he kept on smiling in the end his mind would believe what he wanted it to. And that would be the end of that, as far as he was concerned. No need to hold onto things, if it only hurts others. Talai's eyes met his teachers for just a minute, he had to wonder if his eyes betrayed anything, they probably did. He never talked about, not with anyone, not even after it had happened.
The kid hadn't expected to run into his teacher, much less anyone. This could get bad fast...he just had to be careful. And not get into things, if he did well he didn't need to think about that. "....Why is Teacher out here?" He tilted his head and asked, as if he was trying to get the subject off of him.[/style] | [style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; margin-top: -2px; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 116px; height: 122px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #777777; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]"TAGS" |
[/u] Open "WORDS"[/u] 569 words. "MUSIC"[/u] Pushing you away,Thousand Foot Krutch. made by SPOT[/u] on OTE![/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Matteo Corso on Sept 24, 2011 14:19:51 GMT -5
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After all, Matteo had read about it in his folder. It made him frown sadly upon Talai more than he was before. "If you don't mind me asking, do you consider yourself alone?." Matteo asked softly with a smile that seemed to bed for the boy's trust in him. Though they already held a form of friendly licking towards each others so it shouldn't be too hard.
Gently, he helped the boy in cleaning the grave. It was respect for the fallen after all so it wasn't something of purely bad intentions. Though when he was asked a question, Matteo only smiled at his student and shrugged lightly while chuckling "I feel more like I was brought here. I don't know the feeling of losing someone in the hands of death yet. I think I wanted to see how it could be.." he told softly while looking both at Talai and at the grave with a sigh. No one near him had died yet. Even though it would happen one day. His own lover could easily fall for danger with all the disappearing cases nowadays. He simply shivered at any of those thoughts.
Though he saw how Talai didn't want to talk about deep details, so Matteo figured maybe taking a little more humor here would help a bit. And that's what he did "did you run into a door again? Your cheek looks swollen." he told, recalling the clumsy times while gently caressing Talai's wounded cheek to feel if anything was wrong with it "Remind me to fetch you a pack of ice." he told while chuckling and pulling away. He knew of course the kind of mood that was in. But all he was trying to do was lighten it. At least for his poor student's mood. After all, he was hiding a few things and Matteo won't be pushing them until he sees it necessary.[/style]
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Post by Aleksei Talai on Sept 24, 2011 14:49:59 GMT -5
[style=font-size: 42px; font-family: garamond; margin-right: 40px; text-align: right; color: ffffff; text-shadow: #555555 1px 1px 1px; margin-bottom: -7px; letter-spacing: 2px;] we could have had it all,[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,440,true]
[atrb=height,350,true][atrb=cellpadding,6px,true][cs=2][atrb=background,http://i27.tinypic.com/ossaht.jpg,true][style=line-height: 14px; font-size:11px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-family: courier new; background-color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; text-align: center; color: #555555; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]you're gonna wish you never had met me[/style] | [style=width: 305px; height: 353px; background-color: ffffff; margin-left: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #555555; overflow: auto; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify;mopacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]To him this felt just a bit awkward, he never really talked to his teachers, well any of the other ones. He just didn't want to, and yet Matty it was like he was a student and a teacher, not just someone to lecture them when they didn't do the homework or fell asleep and drooled on it. Like he did on occasion cause he didn't sleep much at home. He didn't have it that bad, others had it worse. He felt the hand on his shoulder, and for a second just looked at it, as if he didn't know what to do. It was good to know he wasn't alone. He just knew where to draw the line with some of the things he said and did.
"I guess I do...but my brother...wouldn't want me to feel like that..." He knew that, it was his brother's nature, even without him here. There was just some things kid's could never explain. He did have to wonder if the teacher could see right through him, if someone could then that was just odd to him. It would mean even more he wasn't good at keeping everything hidden, he wouldn't ask though. Talai didn't think much of it, he was happy that he was helping him clean it, even if he was his teacher he didn't have to do this. And yet he was, maybe out of pity but either way he didn't care. Having someone's help was better then him doing it alone.
"You wanted to see this...well curiosity does things." He didn't think about it much, after all he wasn't that curious and yet at times he was, it got him into a few little problems here and there. He winced a bit, the wound on his cheek hurt, it was just his own klutz self showing again. "Heh...yea ya know me...always manage to find the door even when I'm not trying to." It wasn't bad to relax a bit and laugh some in this place, even if it was not a happy place. "It'll be alright just stings a little..." He looked at the grave it looked clean now, and he could see what it said.
The days after what happened to his brother had been confusing, he did remember it, but most of it was a blur. He felt as if coming here just brought that connection they had before back."Teacher...um...no nevermind..."He looked at the ground fiddling with the charm on his phone that had been sitting close to the grave.[/style] | [style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; margin-top: -2px; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 116px; height: 122px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #777777; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]"TAGS" |
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Post by Matteo Corso on Sept 24, 2011 15:28:49 GMT -5
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He wasn't his favorite little student for nothing. Not only was he teased by other teachers with their striking resemblance. But he shared that helping hand. Hell, he could take the boy out for noodles after detention if he wanted to! He didn't want him to feel alone. Talai already carried enough of a saddened aura around and it was more than enough. With another sigh, he soon chuckled at the reply he received from the young boy regarding doors "well, it sounds more like doors hold a grudge for you. It's almost unhealthy to run in lot them like that." he told with a warm smile. His eyes then shifted down towards the cellphone and the chain Talai was fiddling with. And once again, a sigh escaped his lips at the words he heard.
The boys wasn't trusting him yet, hence why he looked so reluctant about revealing things or speaking about them. So what did he do? Use the last resort situation. Matteo gently wrapped an arm around Talai's shoulders and brought him into a warm embrace. His expression looked somewhat pained and saddened while doing so, yet he continued and spoke again "It pains me to see you saddened, Alek. It scares me to see you beaten up like that." he told softly and pulled away from the short hug while smiling sadly "You look like you lack a sense of family. Along with a lack of happiness. Am I right?" he told before crossing his arms lightly while looking at the boy with piercing sunset colored eyes.[/style]
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Post by Aleksei Talai on Sept 24, 2011 16:01:52 GMT -5
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[atrb=height,350,true][atrb=cellpadding,6px,true][cs=2][atrb=background,http://i27.tinypic.com/ossaht.jpg,true][style=line-height: 14px; font-size:11px; letter-spacing: 4px; font-family: courier new; background-color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -15px; margin-bottom: -5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; text-align: center; color: #555555; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]you're gonna wish you never had met me[/style] | [style=width: 305px; height: 353px; background-color: ffffff; margin-left: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #555555; overflow: auto; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: justify;mopacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]He flinched at the sigh, he didn't like it, it made him feel like he had done something wrong. And he had hated it, he didn't want to make anyone mad at all, nor did he like to make enemies. He looked at his teacher, he didn't get why he would do this, all this just to help some kid he'd probably never see again. After school was over, or who knew, things changed, and they were all stuck living with it. The kid was always taking care of his mother, and his father was a bit of a drunk if that term even applied. But he didn't care, never complained did as he was told and made sure the house was taken care of to.
He wondered why this person seemed to know so much, he never spoke of his home life, never brought them to school for anything. So how would anyone know, if he knew how many other people would know. He didn't like that thought, it made him even more against returning to school now. But he just shook his head, going to school was one of his escapes, people hated it, and he liked it. That was all there was to it, if he stopped going to school he'd probably lose it, and who knew what else might happen. "Less lonely...Teacher....you would actually do that...?" He didn't think of that, he didn't know why anyone would ever bother with others. He did but that was who he was, sometimes it was wise to just give up on ones like him. But he just was going to ignore those negative thoughts.
He thought about all the times he had run into a door, or just been whacked by one cause he was standing on the other side when someone opened it. That happened too many times in his daily life, whether it was him doing it to himself at home, or because he was just running from someone. He had that habit, and there was just the things he needed to do. The kid didn't flinch away, but the hug came as unexpected to him, from his teacher. But he just didnt' complain, nor did he really mind it. There was just something about it, felt more like he was comfortable.
Almost like he was safe, and it was just that way, he was about to at least try to make the best of it. This connection with people he knew at school or had met in other places. Was he really that sad, did it really do bad things? Did this teacher really know things he never said nor even thought around other people. "....Am I really that easy to read....or do you just know me better then I thought...?" He didn't even show any sadness on his face really, ever. And that was just the way it was, he didn't think anyone could pin his insecurities that fast, and he wanted to run.
But part of him was thinking that if someone understood his insecurities maybe he wouldn't have to hide so much half the time. He just wondered if this was part of playing his cards right.'Why....don't let this go to your head kid....' He shut up those thoughts and that voice that was telling him that he was nothing and this was a game for that person close to him.[/style] | [style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 100px; height: 100px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; border: 8px solid #ffffff; margin-top: -2px; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;][/style][style=float: right; width: 116px; height: 122px; background-color: ffffff; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #777777; text-align: center; opacity: 0.9; -moz-opacity: 0.9;]"TAGS" |
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