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Post by william r. james on Aug 25, 2012 12:39:22 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] looking for a victim of disease. Ripley allowed Simon to pull him back up and initiate the next kiss. If he was going to be Ripley's new play thing, he might as well let him have a bit of control before Ripley took over. Ripley was used to rough kisses, and this was no exception. He moved his mouth against the other boy's forcefully, again nipping at his bottom lip. The kiss was nice and simple for the time being-nothing new or fancy for Ripley. However, he was put off when Simon started tugging at his jacket. Ripley wore his jacket for a reason. He didn't want people seeing his scars unless it was necessary for his manipulation of the person. Ripley pulled away for a moment, frowning deeply, almost angrily, at the other teen. In his head, he went over the pros and cons of removing his jacket and letting this go further here in this public place. On one hand, Ripley was ashamed of his scars. He didn't want to let people in and know that he could get so angry at everyone, including himself, that he would go so far as to ruin his own body. He didn't want people to be able to pry into his brain-it was supposed to be the other way around. He'd rather keep his entire life quiet, and just fit in here labeled as nothing more than a 'misfit' rather than a 'cutter' and a 'sociopath.' On the other hand, Ripley thought maybe showing Simon his scars would help. He thought maybe he could play a bit of a sympathy card, and make Simon want to be his toy. He could convince him that maybe if he had someone else, that the anger wouldn't build up as fast or as often. Having another person there, who understood to an extent, would keep more scars from forming all over his arms and legs. After a minute or two of deliberation, Ripley let out a long sigh and unzipped his hoodie, tossing it to the side. He watched Simon's reaction closely, waiting to see what he would be able to do in terms of manipulating the poor boy to be on his side. Ripley closed his eyes for a moment, snarling under his breath. He looked up at the other boy from under his mess of hair, muttering "Horrible, isn't it? Nothing I can help."
tag: arieee/simon word count: 397 outfit: here! notes: sorry it's short. mom is in the room and I had to tie it off quickly. >.> |
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Post by simon a. davis on Aug 25, 2012 14:57:32 GMT -5
i've never lived the easy way , Simon never took control, so this was a first. He was usually the follower, the one who did what he was told, the submissive one. He initiated the second kiss though, which was new to him. If Jack and himself ever got drunk and had drunken kisses, Jack always initiated them, even though Simon didn’t think that Jack liked him. The kiss was forceful and rough, which was exactly how Simon liked it. When he tugged on Ripley’s jacket, he wasn’t expecting anything to happen. He wasn’t expecting the male to discard his jacket, or react in any way. So Simon was definitely taken back when he pulled away. He saw Ripley’s frown and he shrunk away slightly, pulling his hands back and shoving them deep into his pockets. He wanted to hide, an embarrassed blush crossing his cheeks. ”S-sorry.” He mumbled softly, his eyes focusing on his lap. He didn’t dare look up, too embarrassed to face Ripley’s frown again.
Simon sat in silence, his eyes staring away from the two, focusing on the carpeted floor. He waited for a sort of explanation of some sort, or to be yelled at, or something along those lines. He didn’t look up until he heard the zip of a jacket. His eyes focused back on Ripley as the jacket was discarded, and then they focused on his arms. He saw the scars, and his eyes widened slightly. He had never seen anything like it, and wasn’t sure how to react. He swallowed hard as his eyes looked back up to meet Ripley’s, frowning slightly. ”Y-you d-didn’t h-have t-to d-do th-that.” He mumbled softly, slowly uncrossing his arms. He wanted to comfort him, or do something. He scooted slightly closer, slowly and gingerly reaching his arms out, before wrapping them around Ripley in a hug. It was cautious and not as tightly as Simon would’ve hugged someone usually, but it was a hug. He wanted to let Ripley know that he was going to be there for him. He slowly pulled back from the hug, chewing on his lower lip and forcing a small smile.
TAGGED; RIPLEY&KELLI || WORDS; 353 || OUTFIT; here || NOTES; ugh simon you butt why are you hiding from me. Bitter.Sweet.Sundown.@caution
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Post by william r. james on Aug 25, 2012 22:44:45 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] looking for a victim of disease. Ripley tensed up when Simon wrapped his arms around him. Ripley had never been a hugging kind of person, not even when he was young. Despite his being spoiled his entire life, his family was never really touchy feely. There would be an occasional pat on the back or head, and sometimes maybe a forehead kiss or ruffling of the hair, but never hugs. Ripley honestly couldn't even remember the last time he'd been hugged by an actual person, and not a pillow or a blanket to keep him from screaming at night. His muscles weren't used to the sensation and everything was very tense. Even if he had wanted to, Ripley would not have let go. Letting go meant failure, and Ripley was not going to let go and fail. He shuddered, setting his jaw firmly. He gently tugged himself away from the boy's grip, which wasn't very strong to begin with. Before the boy could even react, though, Ripley grabbed his hand and placed it on his forearm. "This is what happens when I get angry, Simon." he mumbled, moving Simon's hand to feel over the scars. Ripley had never counted, but over three years, there had to be at least a hundred covering his body by now. "I can't help getting angry. I have to do this to make it stop. This is my choice, Simon. This is my release." Ripley explained slowly, not letting his voice falter in any way. He kept his firm, rough tone, his jaw still firm, only loosening up to let the words escape from behind his teeth and lips. "You're not going to argue with me, because it won't stop. Don't try to stop it. If you try to stop, I'll be forced to do things I don't want to. Accept it, Simon. Accept me for what I am, a monster." Ripley had come to terms with calling himself a 'monster' ever since he'd come here. After the encounter with the stranger in the alley, Ripley had lost some esteem on a level. Sure, he was mostly cocky, and he knew he was good looking for the most part, but when he shed his clothes he was horrific. Sure, he had muscled arms from working out for recreation, but those muscles were decorated by layers upon layers of scars. There were slash marks facing every which way, ranging from horizontal to curved marks. He couldn't find himself anything but ugly when he looked in the mirror at those scars. All the same, that was what made him unique, though. They weren't depression scars, they weren't scars placed there from childhood accidents or anything else someone would assume. These scars were rage scars, they were his scars.
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Post by simon a. davis on Aug 26, 2012 19:57:28 GMT -5
i've never lived the easy way , Simon pulled away from the hug when he noticed how uncomfortable the male seemed. He seemed distant and tense, so Simon shrunk away again, his eyes looking down to the carpet again. He felt the man take his hands and he didn't look up until his hand touched skin. His eyes traced up Ripley's arms, swallowing hard. The scars felt different than normal skin. Simon didn't really have any scars, besides when he was in a car accident and had to get a few stitches on his leg from broken glass. Simon watched as the male moved his hand up his arm. He inhaled slightly as he felt all of the scars, shaking his head slightly, his eyes looking up to meet Ripley's. He wanted to tell him that there was another way to get his anger out, but he couldn't speak. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, only a shaky exhale.
Simon pulled his hand back and ran his hand through his hair. His arms wrapped around himself, pulling at the jacket that hung loosely on his body. It was a size too big, although it used to fit a few months ago. He had lost a lot of weight since Jack's death, although he wouldn't admit it. Finally, after a moment of silence he looked up and took a deep breath. "I d-don't w-want t-to a-accept it, b-but if th-that's wh-what it t-takes t-to b-be w-with y-you, o-okay." He nodded slowly, running his hand through his hair and forcing a small smile. He leaned over and brushed his lips against Ripley's cheek before settling back, stretching his legs out in front of him. He pulled his sleeves down over his finger tips, his eyes looking back down to the carpet. He didn't know what else to say or do...so he sat there, silent.
TAGGED; RIPLEY&KELLI || WORDS; 310 || OUTFIT; here || NOTES; ugh simon you butt why are you hiding from me. Bitter.Sweet.Sundown.@caution
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Post by william r. james on Aug 28, 2012 17:52:59 GMT -5
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[atrb=width,400] looking for a victim of disease. Ripley watched the younger male closely, staring hard at him before pulling his own jacket back on, flipping the hood up to cover his mess of hair. He grabbed his glasses, placing them back on the bridge of his nose and sighing deeply. It wasn't a sad sigh, or an angry sigh, it was just a large intake and exhalation of breath that took on the form of a sigh. Ripley picked up his discarded book, opening the page to where he had left off, calmly continuing his reading as if nothing had ever happened. Ripley silently wondered if all this was a bit too much to put upon the boy at once, but his more dominant side, his angry side, didn't care. Somewhere in the back of his mind Ripley felt somewhat bad for scaring the teen, but then again it was the only way to get what he wanted out of him. Ripley shrugged to himself, snorting quietly as he turned the page of the book, glancing up at Simon for only a moment. The kid was stick thin, and getting smaller every second it seemed. Ripley was trying to figure out if he was here for an eating disorder, or he just looked like that. Ripley wasn't one for snap judgments, mostly because people judged him as such. After a few minutes, Ripley couldn't figure it out completely, and he half closed his book, only keeping his place with the tip of his thumb in the inside binding of the book. "What's your malfunction, Simon? How'd you end up in this shithole place hanging out in a library with a monstrosity of a human being?" Ripley asked the question nonchalantly, barely batting an eyelash at his harsh words toward himself. He had no problem with a bit of self-loathing, he'd been nothing but loathed his entire life. Why not follow the trend for once? In all honesty, Ripley wanted to hear everything, simply because he knew he could get it out of the boy if he really wanted to. On another level, though, Ripley was hoping it wasn't a total sob story, because he wasn't going to deal with some stupid sappy story about who even knows. Ripley would let the boy speak though, ignoring the stutter as best he could and only really listening to basic details and what he could later use as blackmail should the time come. That was how Ripley's mind and hearing worked most of the time anyway; only take what you need, let all the rest be irrelevant as it should be.
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