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[tai kristopher durin]

CRAZY little lionheart

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His hands were bloodied and burned, shaking lightly as he lay his head upon the desk trying to steady his breathing. He was angry. Of course he was, that... ass had made him angry. He'd planned on getting through the day without an incident, but it seemed now that that wasn't likely. It wasn't his fault. All he'd done was go to the bathroom, there was nothing wrong with that surely. It was the other guy's fault. Talking to him. looking at him. He told him to stop, he warned him. But it didn't work, so o f course he had to carry through with it. T.K didn't even know the guy's name. Not that he cared what it was really.

It was in the bathroom that it happened. He'd had a rare chance to go alone and had taken up on it. He wanted to be alone, he wanted the peace. But that other guy, whoever he was, hadn't let him. It was instantaneous. How T.K had gone from washing his hands to straddling the boy, pressing the lighter against his flesh, a hand over his mouth so he couldn't scream. He couldn't help but chuckle as he sat there thinking back to it. He loved it. He loved the smells that came with killing another and the feeling of power he got. The utter thrill of it. That was probably why he could never just stop half way. Saying that, stopping half-way would mean he was caught.

He didn't want to get caught. Even though he wasn't really going about not getting caught in the best way, since even though the murder had happened in the bathroom, he didn't wash up. He just up and left the bathroom and went back to his classroom. For whatever reason no one stopped him, not that he minded. He ran his fingers through his brown hair, his dark eyes wandering as he slowly sat up before slumping back into his chair. He just couldn't be bothered anymore. He looked at his bloody hands, cursing with the knowledge that now his hair would be gross. He sighed, eyes down to look over his clothes.

He was wearing black pants and a white hoodie. Or, it was white once, now it was stained with blood. He gave a manic laugh before shaking his head, looking back to the front of the classroom as he reached for his pen to get on with his work. He was aware of eyes on him but didn't care. what was the point in caring in what they thought of him? Most of them already knew exactly who he was and what he'd done anyway so it wasn't like the sight of him would be a shock to them, right? He yawned softly, jotting down his work as he shifted, tucking his legs beneath him on the chair, head down now as he focused.

Or so was the case for the next ten minutes or so. Eventually the lesson ended and everyone started to leave. T.K didn't move. This was his last lesson of the day and he knew they'd be coming for him at some point to haul his ass off to isolation or the infirmary to sedate him - especially since he'd killed someone. He sighed and stretched before beginning to doodle on the corner of his work deciding to stay put and try and calm himself his own way before they came charging in like apes. It really did get boring, every day was the same he was always being sedated or locked in isolation or carted off to therapy and forced to pee with someone watching all the damn time. It got annoying.

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.OUTFIT. see post
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[nathaniel shane thomas]

Nate sat quietly in class. It was clear enough that he didn't want to be there. He didn't want to be anywhere near other people. If he could do his homework and hide out in his room forever, he would. It was just too bad that the school seemed to place at least some importance in social interaction.

The blonde was still determined to keep his distance from everyone else which meant being late to class because he'd always be the last to leave, just to avoid any unnecessary contact with anyone else. The teachers never seemed to mind, Nate did well so what did it matter if he was always just a few minutes late from waiting for the hallways to clear.

Today was no different but it was getting to be the end of the day and Nate was tired and exhausted by now. Everything proceeded as normally as ever until a boy from the class disappeared for a long time. He came back with blood on him but no one seemed to notice or care. Nate watched him for the rest of the lesson. He was in his seat in the very back of the class. It gave him a great vantage point. He could be sure that no one would sneak up on him from there.

He watched everyone leave, lingering behind like usual only this time, one of the people stayed behind. Even the teacher had gone but the guy was still here.. The one with blood on him. Nate stared for a moment before walking the long way around him to try to get to the door. Walking past him would have been the easiest way but Nate was actively going out of his way to avoid him.

[tai kristopher durin]

CRAZY little lionheart

just play your PART
l i f e i s j u s t a s t a g e

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T.K could have sat there for the rest of the night, probably. If he was sure that he wouldn't be carted off somewhere less than pleasant. He scoffed at the thought. it wasn't as though isolation or sedation scared him, he just didn't like them. He always felt weird after being sedated and isolation was boring. It didn't stop him misbehaving though. He couldn't help it, even though he knew how dull the punishment's were. He shifted in his seat before stilling when he heard movement even though he was sure everyone had left. on instinct, he flicked the lighter out of his sleeve and lit it, trying to work out where the other person was. As soon as he did he turned his head towards him and rose and eyebrow before chuckling.

"Oi, I don't bite you know." he snickered as he stood, still playing with the lighter. He picked up his bag, not bothering to close it or put anything away - what was the point? They'd only take it all off him when they found the body anyway. "Why didn't you leave with everyone else?" he asked, approaching the other with a smirk. He pondered for a moment over having some fun with the other. He seemed to be the more cowardly type so perhaps it would be fun, and it shouldn't take long - right? Because he wasn't sure how long it'd take before they came looking for him. He tilted his head a little, scanning his dark eyes over the fairer boy. "You're younger than me aren't you?" he questioned.

Despite what all the doctors and therapists said T.K actually had quiet good control over himself and he could fight his urges to kill really well. Or, at least in his opinion he could since it wasn't like he killed every day and he didn't kill everyone he wanted to kill, so in his opinion that was control. He tilted his head a little, eyes wandering the room for a moment before fixing on Nate. "I won't hurt you. I only hurt adults and annoying people." he chuckled as he played with the lighter, flicking it on and off. He watched the flame out of the corner of his eye the bulk of his attention on Nate. Better an actual human than a wall. At least then he might not get in too much trouble if he looked like he was being good.

You know, forgetting the stains and burns that covered his hands and clothes. He chuckled at the thought. The thought that maybe, just maybe, people would actually think he was sane. Not that he liked to be called crazy or anything. He hated it in fact. Since he wasn't crazy. Not really. Not by choice anyway. Anyway, even if he was technically crazy he took his medicine like he was suppose to so it wasn't like the voices and things caused him that much trouble. When they did break through he could usually ignore them... or at least he thought he could but that couldn't be more wrong. It was the voices that had made him kill all those people, the voices from his mental illness that made him think the way he did. That and the abuse.

.WORDS. 566
.TAGS. Nathaniel
.OUTFIT. see first post
.MUSIC. extreme makeover: home edition and spirited away
.NOTES. lame sorry
.GRAPHICS. the internet
.CREDITS. template by WAYWARD SHAWOL PRINCE ?! at CAUTION. feel free to use, but please keep this credit or i'll eat you up!

[nathaniel shane thomas]

Nate might have been a little younger than most of the people in the class but if he had his way, he'd be doing college units by now. At least that way he could do it externally and no have to be near anyone. Unfortunately the school wanted him to be around people. There wasn't very much that the boy could do to get around it.

Nate would have snaked through the desks and got out but he froze for a second when he saw the lighter. He took a second to consider it and if it was anything to worry about but the the guy seemed to laugh a little at it. Of course, that wasn't any kind of indication. Crazy people tended to find violence funny so perhaps this guy really was as bad as the blood on his shirt made him out to be.

The guy stood but Nate kept his position. There was still some distance between them and blue eyes lingered on the lighter. He looked out the door wanting to leave but the guy asked a question and Nate didn't want to get him angry but leaving anyway. "I.." he began, trying to find the words which was hard for someone who rarely ever talked, not even to his own psychiatrist. "I always wait until everyone leaves," he said, looking back at the guy then down at his lighter. Nate was always the last into class which made sense if he always waited for the hallways to clear.

He took a step back when the guy moved forward but the desk was directly behind him. He stepped aside to move around it which only put him further back into the room and away from the door. Nate only nodded at the question. He was probably the youngest one in the class, even if it wasn't by more than a year. Eyes stayed fixed on the ground. It was a subconscious gesture, a very non-threatening one in hopes that he would just be left alone.

Nate heard the comment but wasn't sure he could believe it. The guy might say he wasn't going to hurt him but he still had blood on his shirt and Nate knew he had to be on one of the higher levels, those types were unpredictable. He couldn't take his word for it. Despite being afraid of what this guy might do, Nate looked perfectly calm. He stood very still, eyes fixed on the ground.

[tai kristopher durin]

CRAZY little lionheart

just play your PART
l i f e i s j u s t a s t a g e

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This seemed like it would be most entertaining for him. All he had to do, by the looks of things, was be in the same room as the blue eyed boy and he got nervous. Inwardly T.K snickered, easily forgetting the day's where he'd been like that for they were years ago now. Twelve years as a matter of fact. He took a few more steps towards the blonde before tilting his head. "Hmmm, what's your name then?" he asked, "I'm T.K." he added after a moments thought, remembering that it was polite to give your own name if you were going to ask for someone else's. Though, in his opinion it was more stupid than polite, what if they never gave their name? Then you'd just look like an idiot.

"Why do you wait?" he asked, actually a little curious. Crazy or not he was quite a smart young man, that being said he loved challenges and working things out. Not that he had a particular field of interest that could be used in the future if he ever got out of places like this. Since well, he was pretty much an all-rounder when it came to anything school related - except swimming. That was the only thing he'd ever failed, because he just couldn't go near the water. But, since he lacked interesting in pursuing any career there was speculation that his brains and skills would just go to waste and he'd be a bum or dead or trapped in nuthouses until he was old and gray. That was one thing he didn't want, to grow old in a place like this.

All he knew he wanted from the future was to get out. But at the same time, working just seemed so... dull and uneventful. He wished he could make an income from killing people. now that would be a job worth doing. He chuckled and stopped playing with the lighter, putting it away, his eyes fixing on Nate. "Is that better?" he asked with a smirk, still making his way towards him, "don't worry. I won't hurt you if you're good." he cooed before chuckling a little. "Eh, who am I kidding. You don't believe me do you? Not when I look like this~" he laughed, waving his bloodied hands in Nate's direction. "I'm not as crazy as they think you know. And to be honest, I don't think you're crazy either." he nodded, "they're the crazy ones."

.WORDS. 433
.TAGS. Nathaniel
.OUTFIT. see first post
.MUSIC. nada
.NOTES. lame sorry
.GRAPHICS. the internet
.CREDITS. template by WAYWARD SHAWOL PRINCE ?! at CAUTION. feel free to use, but please keep this credit or i'll eat you up!

[nathaniel shane thomas]

The guy was taking steps toward him and Nate had to step back a little more. They were small shaky steps. It wasn't like he would risk turning around to see where he was going and avoiding tables and chairs made it a little harder. Plus there was the problem of him being so focused on the guy and what his motives were that Nate had no idea he was backing into a corner. There was still about a meter and a half to go but the guy was moving toward him and there was really only one safe direction to go.

"Nate," he told him quietly. It was a normal part of a conversation to ask a person's name but Nate was still more than a little wary of this guy. Nate wasn't sure why he was answering the guy's questions other than to avoid a confrontation. "I.. I don't like people near me," he said, keeping to vague lest he take advantage of Nate's problem. The less he told him, the better. Besides, it was a valid enough reason. He didn't want people near him and so he avoided the crowds.

Nate opened his mouth to speak when the lighter was put a way but no words were said. It was better than the lighter was gone but the guy was still coming toward him and Nate continued to back away. Surely that was a sign that he wanted this distance preserved. Why was he still moving forward? Couldn't he see that Nate clearly didn't like the close proximity? Or did he just not care?

Good? What exactly did that involve? Nate was no kind of threat at all, surely that was enough for the guy to leave him alone? Nate glanced up again. He was definitely not the type you'd assume was safe to be around. There was no one else here. The teachers had gone and the students were relishing their freedom and hanging out in every other part of the school.

He stopped just before the corner. What he said didn't sound so bad. Nate wouldn't share his opinion but he didn't think he was crazy.. He just had a problem was all.. But this guy? He was covered in blood. That was ringing alarm bells in his head.. This guy definitely had to be some level of crazy.

[tai kristopher durin]

CRAZY little lionheart

just play your PART
l i f e i s j u s t a s t a g e

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Oh yes, T.K could tell he was causing the other discomfort - maybe even fear. That's why he kept getting closer. He wouldn't touch him of course, that'd be weird in his opinion. He just wanted to spook him a little, just fun really. He really wasn't planning on hurting the younger boy at all. Unless he asked for it of course, which T.K highly doubted would happen. After all, Nate here didn't seem the type to like to be hurt. Masochism. That was the word. T.K of course knew it. He knew most English words. He shifted his weight a little, coming to a stop on the other side of the desk closest to Nate when he stopped in the corner. "What do you think I'm going to do to you?" he asked, his head cocked ever-so-slightly to one side. He really was curious sometimes, about what other people thought of him. "Do I really scare you?" he added after a moments thought.

He shrugged after a while and laughed, "Eh, even if I did, what's underneath this would probably scare you more." he said while laughing before shaking his head, "made the kid in the showers scream when he walked in on me. Hmmm, well... I guess I should've played a lot uhh... safer." he snickered before slipping his hands into his pockets. "Hey, if you help me with something I promise I won't hurt you ever, even if you do annoy me." he grinned, of course planning to ask the other to help him get out of trouble. Only, his isolation stints were always overnight when he killed someone and he didn't want Xander to be lonely. Xander's his little orange and white kitten by the way, he keeps him hidden safely in his room. Felines are about the only living things T.K wouldn't harm, even if he was paid money to he just wouldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't explain it but he felt a connection to them.

He let his tongue run over his lips for just a moment, he was still feeling the thrill from the murder. It always happened once the anger subsided. The utter thrill and energy that filled him was immense and could only be recreated after the deed was done. He chuckled and looked around a little before his eyes found their way back to Nate. He smiled, and if not for the blood it would've made him seem like nothing more than an adorable innocent sixteen year old. Though, that was just part of his charm. one could say it was a trick, in a way. He kept his cute outer look and just... ensnared people. Or so it seemed, when really he kept the look because he liked it and well, he didn't want to ensnare people, he hated them. With a burning passion. Though, he didn't hate every single person of course. Like, for example, his uncle Kris and brother Tao. He didn't hate them. He loved them. But other people...

...well other people were dispensable. Unless proven otherwise.

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.TAGS. Nathaniel
.OUTFIT. see first post
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[nathaniel shane thomas]

Nate stopped in the very corner of the room. "It's not that," he told him. He wasn't afraid of the guy actually doing anything. "I just don't like people near me," he told him. He didn't like his personal space being invaded and people moving closer just made him feel uncomfortable.

He shook his head at that question. He wasn't scared of the guy. He just didn't want him to be near. Nate needed to space. It was easier to keep track of where people were and to avoid what he really did fear.

He was talking and Nate was quietly listening. He had hurt someone, that much was obvious and it only gave Nate more reasons to want to leave. This guy was openly talking about hurting some other person in the showers, what's to say he wouldn't change his mind now?

Nate was on edge right now. He didn't want to be in this situation. He was right in the corner with fingertips pressing against the wall, ready to run given the chance.. But he wouldn't be given the chance, would he? There was no way he was going to easily get out of this situation.

[tai kristopher durin]

CRAZY little lionheart

just play your PART
l i f e i s j u s t a s t a g e

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Actually, he hadn't touched the kid in the shower. He didn't lay a finger on him, or a lighter for that matter since well, he was naked. What'd made the other scream was literally his scars. Burn scars like his really were quite... ugly. However, that was one of the first reactions of screams he'd ever gotten. At least, for his body alone when he hadn't even done anything. Usually the screams came when he was burning them. Don't get me wrong, he's not complaining. Actually, it was quite hilarious. Even if he had been punished even though all he did was cover the kid's mouth to shut him up. He found that unfair, but the actual event was funny. Though, why wouldn't it be? He'd terrified someone by just existing. That, in his opinion, should be hilarious for everyone. Though, from what he'd deduced from his travels through the school, not many people shared his opinion. Which was quite dull in a place like this.

There were suppose to be crazy people here. But really it was just full of cowards and weird people, with the odd actually crazy person thrown in. A lot of the crazy people were actually quite entertaining. Some of them though, they even creeped T.k out a little by making him feel weird. Like those two guys he spotted colouring in with teddies one day. What was up with that? He wanted to understand, but at the same time thought that if he did then it wouldn't be as entertaining since nothing would be new to him. He tutted a little before shrugging, eyes focusing on the other, "Hey, I've stopped haven't I?" he muttered before rolling his eyes. "Look, if you help me I'll help you, sound fair? But... if you don't then well..." he started before beginning to laugh. No happy or snarky laughs and chuckles like before, but a proper psychotic sounding laugh.

He was good at working out what buttons to press to get to people, consciously and subconsciously. Right now it was subconscious of course. He wasn't in his right mind after all, as much as he claimed to be. Though really, what is the 'right mind' of a schizophrenic? He stopped laughing quite quickly, his eyes fixed on Nate making sure he didn't get away. He didn't want him to. Not that he wanted to hurt him, not really, he just wanted to use him. Nothing wrong with that right? It wasn't like he wanted to use and abuse him, he was planning to make a fair deal, in his opinion. After all, all he wanted was for Nate to help him get out of trouble, then he'd help Nate if he ever got into any sort of trouble. After all, just because he was a murderer and found joy in it didn't mean he was a bad guy. Right? Would a bad guy really cuddle a kitten every night? Really?

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.TAGS. Nathaniel
.OUTFIT. see first post
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.GRAPHICS. the internet
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[nathaniel shane thomas]

Nate still stood there, quiet as ever, eyes fixed on the floor but occasionally checking to see that the other guy was still there and not any closer than he had been before. He had in fact stopped which was good but his next words made it a little harder for Nate to tell just what he was up to.

"Help you how?" he asked, seriously considering if it meant getting away from the guy who he was sure had to be at least a little crazy. It was really just the blood that did it. What sane person would have a reasonable excuse to have that much blood on them?

The guy was laughing and it was unsettling. It made Nate feel like he was missing some crucial fact here. He hated not knowing just what was going on but it wasn't as though he could read minds. He didn't like that the sentence wasn't finished.. If he didn't then... Obviously something really bad was going to happen.

[tai kristopher durin]

CRAZY little lionheart

just play your PART
l i f e i s j u s t a s t a g e

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For a moment his mind wandered, thinking about what Xander could be doing right now. He was a pretty crazy ball of fur so T.K couldn't help but the other had stayed out of trouble. Well, he'd find out shortly as long as this guy, Nate, would help him. Besides, he was sure the poor feline would be hungry and thirsty by now so he had to get to him to feed him. It was a little tedious and annoying, especially for someone like him, but he still loved it. Xander was full of almost unconditional love for him. Almost, he still went mad for milk which was quite annoying and sometimes painful. Subconsciously a hand touched his arm that bore multiple scratches from Xander. He shook his head a little before snapping back into reality and focusing on Nate. He really did what the other's help, since he seemed so perfectly innocent. Surely with his help the staff would leave him be, right? He was sure of it.

"That's easy." he nodded, "help me clean up the mess and hide so they don't lock me up again, if you do that I can make sure no one hurts you." he grinned, "Or at least, I can if we make a deal out of this. Sound fair?" he asked, sliding his hands out of his pockets to absentmindedly close his bag as he stood there, eyes fixed on Nate. He wasn't trying to be completely creepy and terrifying. He really would like the other's help. Well to be honest anyone innocent enough would have done, Nate just conveniently happened to be here. "You don't like people near you right? If we make this deal I can keep them away without getting any closer to you than this." he nodded as he reached a hand forward, demonstrating the closest he'd ever get to the other if he helped him. Because truthfully, he really could do with someone on his side in here.

"Do we have a deal then? We help each other out of sticky situations when we can? Sound good?" he asked with a chuckle, resting a hand upon his bag strap, his mind wandering slightly to ponder what he should steal from the kitchens to feed to Xander since he was almost out of the last stuff he'd stolen. For a kitten, Xander really did eat a lot. Unless his dorm mate was also eating it, not that T.K would complain really, he'd just laugh. Anyone desperate enough to eat hidden meat for a kitten had to be worth the laugh. He shook his head a little at the thought before snapping back into reality deciding that, if he could, he'd try and sneak out some fish. Because even though it stank, Xander seemed to like fish best and well, whatever made him happy made T.K happy. As crazy as that sounds, it's true. Though, other things also made this psycho happy.

Like the smell of burning and the feeling of warm blood running through his fingers. It was all good to him. He smirked and glanced to the door to make sure no one was coming before he looked back to Nathaniel. "I keep my promises, unlike some bastards here." he grinned, tugging a little at the hoodie where he felt it sticking - be it with the blood or just to his damaged skin. He didn't really know, nor did he care it was just uncomfortable so he had to move it. "If you say no I could always kill you right here and be done with it? Since you're the only one who seemed to notice this." he said with a shrug, wiping his hands against his hoodie before putting them back in the pocket at the front. He shifted a little contemplating just how the other would suffer if he gave the answer of no or tried to run. Clearly he couldn't drag it out - this classroom had no where to hide that would muffle screams.

.WORDS. 689
.TAGS. Nathaniel
.OUTFIT. see first post
.MUSIC. SHINee dream girl album :P
.NOTES. good god my feels
.GRAPHICS. the internet
.CREDITS. template by WAYWARD SHAWOL PRINCE ?! at CAUTION. feel free to use, but please keep this credit or i'll eat you up!

[nathaniel shane thomas]

Nate was sure he didn't want any part of this. It was a cover up and he really didn't want to get involved. If they ever found out, it'd be pretty incriminating and Nate didn't need anything on his so far perfect record. Unfortunately it was hard to get out of this. He really didn't think he had much of a choice in the matter. Saying no would probably just piss off the scary guy with blood on him.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" he asked, looking for specifics. The guy was intimidating enough to keep people away but Nate had been handling things just fine so far. Did he really need that extra help? Not really but it was hard to say no to the guy. Nate just hope this wasn't going to require very much effort on his part.

Just purely by the sounds of things, it wasn't so bad. If you ignored the blood, this guy seemed fairly sincere in his offer but still, Nate felt as though he was being pushed into it. Either way, he was just glad nothing bad had happened so far. He glanced at the door again, subconsciously marking the exit so he could get out quick when this was all over. He just wanted to leave but apparently he had to help this guy first.

Nate thought about it for a moment, not answering just yet but the guy spoke again and Nate just stared in mild shock at how blunt he was being. Apparently he was right.. This guy really would kill him right now. "I wouldn't tell anyone," he said. There was really no need to kill him... Nate wouldn't say a word, he barely did anyway and he wasn't about to start now but it as clear that this guy wasn't going to take no for an answer. "I'll do it," he said quietly, hoping this whole situation would be over quickly.

[tai kristopher durin]

CRAZY little lionheart

just play your PART
l i f e i s j u s t a s t a g e

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For a moment his mind wandered, thinking about what Xander could be doing right now. T.K shifted a little as he stood there, looking around the room carefully, trying to see if there was someone else here. He didn't like the thought of someone possibly sneaking into the room while he was busy. He just had this feeling that they weren't alone. He didn't know that it was literally just his mind playing tricks on him, he honestly didn't believe he was as crazy as they say. He didn't believe he had schizophrenia, but he did. So because of that he wasn't aware that they really were alone and his mind was where the spectures and whispers really were. He frowned and shook his head a little, looking around slowly before his eyes found Nate once more and fixed on him, not wanting the other to even think of getting away. He needed him. Well, not him per say but he'd kinda chosen him, at least for now. There was nothing wrong with that right? He could easily get rid of the other in the future if he proved too problematic.

He chuckled a little as he adjusted the hoodie once more by pulling his hands down in the pockets. "I just need you to help me clean up and things, nothing too difficult." he assured the other with a nod, tucking part of his hair behind his ear since it was annoying him. "Just simply cleaning and covering my ass." he chuckled, "Don't wanna get hauled to isolation again, it's boring in there." he added, rolling his eyes. He really didn't agree with a lot of the stuff the staff did and a lot of the rules. not just because it meant he was often in isolation and under sedation, but because it was boring when he was being punished... and because it meant he always seemed to be doing something wrong. Hell he was sure that here, he wasn't even allowed to move a muscle without a staff member staring at him. It was very creepy to say the least.

"I know you wouldn't, you wouldn't be alive to tell anyone." he laughed, his dark eyes scanning slowly over the other before he moved some, heading slowly towards the door. "Ah, good boy. Let's go then, see if they've found the body yet." he chuckled, "If they have you have to try and hide me. Okay? It's easy right?" he grinned. He shifted some, running a hand through his hair again before he slid his hands under the hoodie and into the pockets of his pants. T.K sighed inwardly before he grinned, laughing at well, nothing. "Lets go." he nodded, looking away from Nate to the door to the classroom. He felt the need to look in the direction he was heading, it was probably safer that way. Especially because of all the chairs and desks in his way. Though, he guessed that since they were in a classroom it couldn't be helped. Thankfully they wouldn't be in here much longer.

.WORDS. 533
.TAGS. Nathaniel
.OUTFIT. see first post
.MUSIC. extreme makeover: home edition & you've been framed
.NOTES. good god my feels
.GRAPHICS. the internet
.CREDITS. template by WAYWARD SHAWOL PRINCE ?! at CAUTION. feel free to use, but please keep this credit or i'll eat you up!

[nathaniel shane thomas]

Nate was certain that there would be no way out of this now. He would just have to do it. "Okay," he said. He could do that.. If he had to.. He had done a lot of things just because he had to. This wouldn't be any different. It would only add to the list of things in his life that he wanted to pretend never happened and still, this wouldn't be anywhere near the worst of it.

The blonde shifter in his position at the back of the classroom. He was getting uncomfortable here. He wanted to get away from this blood covered psychopath as soon as possible. His hand gripped at the strap of his bag and he stared at the door again.

The threats were starting to get to him. His silence wasn't enough but what else did Nate have? He could promise not to say anything but that was it. He could see why the guy wouldn't believe him but death was kind of extreme and despite not liking his life very much, Nate wasn't at the point where he wanted to end it. No, it was quite the opposite. He wanted to live, no matter how much it sucked because there was always that chance that it could get better.

Nat bit his lip at the mention of body. He reeeally didn't want to be there. This guy had already killed someone and he couldn't help but feel like he was walking right into a horror movie trap. he could almost hear an audience shouting 'noo! don't go'.

Nate didn't say a word but no, it wasn't easy. How the hell was he suppose to hide a whole person? He didn't argue, he just followed, playing along with this crazy, insane game this guy was in. He followed him, wondering if he could find a quick exit and just run once they got out of the classroom but he was a smart kid, he knew better than that. It would be easy enough for TK to track him down, especially since he'd probably see him in class the next day.