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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Apr 26, 2010 10:05:03 GMT -5
'Ey, loo' a'tha' 'on! Wha'dya think o' tha' 'on?' Johnny's eyes focused in on where Stabby wanted them to go, only for the annoyed young Scott to flinch visibly. By God, that boy Stabby pointed out was smaller and wore brighter clothes than his little sister! Johnny could hear Stabby's cackling laughter echoing in his head as he growled out a low, "Gods all damn! What the hell, Stabby?!"
'AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ah'da thunk ya'dve learned bah now, Johnny-boy! Ah'mma no' gun' 'elp ya! Ain't got na reas'n ta!' Howled the older Scott, his laughter grating on Johnny's short temper. He was about to get into another of his constant arguments with Stabby when, suddenly, Kid spoke up.
'Johnny?' Came the soft, gentle voice. "What!" Snapped Johnny angrily, the teen faintly noticing how Kid flinched. He growled, rubbing his temples massagingly. "What, Kid?" He sighed heavily, feeling Kid smile a bit. 'You wanted us to help you find a guy, right?' "Right." 'What about him? He's kinda tall but I think you said you liked tall people.' Knowing that Kid inherently wasn't mean or annoying like Stabby, Johnny let his eyes be guided through the constantly moving crowd until they stopped on a tall, tall teen.
Johnny felt a smirk curl his lips, his hazel eyes flashing brightly. "Thanks, Kid. I knew I could count on you." He mumbled, feeling Kid smile as brightly as he possibly could as a voice.
'Awwww! How sweet! Our dear little Johnny's finally found someone he's interested in!' Cooed Mr. Sentimental suddenly, making Johnny slap his hand over his face immediately with a depressed groan. 'Oh, shut up Mr. Sentimental. And Johnny, what's the likelihood that he'll be interested in you? Even more so, what's the likelihood that he's gay at all?!' Snapped Common Sense. Johnny rolled his eyes, about to answer. Mr. Sentimental beat him to it, though, and quickly said, 'Of course he's gay! Just look at him, Steve! He's just so adorable! There's no way he's not gay!' Common Sense, or Steve[as Kid and Mr. Sentimental called him], was about to spit a sharp retort when Johnny cut him off. "I actually have to agree with him on this one, Common Sense. This one is gay; just look at him." Eyes shamelessly roaming from the teens' black hood covered head, down past the hunched shoulders, the sleeves with the neon purple stripes on them, to the tight black pants, to his shoes. Then back up again. Jeez, you're shameless Johnny. Sighed Common Sense, the young Scott snickering as he rose from his lazy position sitting on a random bench and made his way over to the tall kid only to stop directly before him, a dark smirk curling his lips. "Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart." He purred smoothly, knowing that the pickup line was totally lame but not caring in the slightest. He felt like having fun, so why not use a cheesy pickup line?
Besides. It was kind of ironic seeing as how he was in the Thieves and all. Heh, what a knee-slapper that line was.
OOC//: JOHNNY, YOU SHAMELESS BOY YOU. XDD Btw, I love how he's hitting on Sasha without even knowing what he looks like. |DDD
COLOR CODE:
JOHNNY MACLEOD STABBY THE SCOTT KID THE INNOCENT INNER CHILD MR. SENTIMENTAL COMMON SENSE/STEVE
Thar ya go. So ya don't get confused somehow. xD
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Apr 27, 2010 16:26:00 GMT -5
Sasha sighed in a melancholic manner as he took a quick glance up at the sky, his eyes meeting thick, gray cloud cover. The day was setting up to be dreary, gloomy, and all around unpleasant. It was slightly chilly out, and the weather reports promised that not a single ray of light would escape the overcast sky. The young teen frowned slightly as he yanked his dark hood up over his equally dark hair, and he began walking in a random direction. His blue eyes remained trained on his sneakers, trusting them to carry him to somewhere hopefully cheerier.
Of course, of all days, this particular Friday had to be his birthday. Saturday, Sunday, all the way to Wednesday had been beautiful weather, with the sun shining and a crisp canvas of blue overhead. The leaves had been vibrant shades of crimson and gold, amber and chestnut, as per their usual fall dressings. Sasha's mood had been lifting the closer the date inched towards his birthday, the autumn display sparking excitement - until Thursday struck. Rain moved in unexpectedly and instantly stripped the colors away. The sun disappeared. The temperature plummeted. The next day had come, as it must, and the conditions improved to only somewhat chilly, but the damage of a biting wind and dreary gray skies had already been done. Sasha was crestfallen.
It wasn't all bad news, however. Today, his father had to work late, so there wasn't a way for them to celebrate it that night. His mother announced that they were going to hold the yearly celebration on the following Tuesday, as it was the soonest time when everyone was free. Sasha accepted this change of plans with enthusiasm, secretly hoping that at least some of the good weather would return by then.
By now, Sasha's trusty sneakers had taken him into a sparsely populated walkway, and he slowed his progress to survey his surroundings. Blue eyes flicked around, not catching anything of interest, and the tall shifter gave a light sigh. Dreary AND boring. What a wonderful day this is, the sarcastic part of his mind hissed. He was a little more than irritated now, at his bad luck, and undeserved punishment from the nature gods that be. I bet this couldn't get any worse.
"Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart."
Sasha's slouch turned ramrod straight as he jumped and wheeled around, heart pounding from the voice that broke through the quiet hum of the crowd. His gaze was met with a fiery-headed, smirking teen, hazel eyes locking on to blue. Sasha instantly flushed, and turned in on himself as he attempted to make sense of the situation. Was that a pick up line? Was that a GUY? Did he say thief, or Thief? Was he a Thief?! The teen's head buzzed with questions and his pulse quickened with fear. He had never met a Thief before! Rohjyx didn't tell him what to do if he HAD! What am I supposed to do, what I am I supposed to do?!
In the panic induced confusion, the accented teen almost forgot that he hadn't replied. His mind, the part that wasn't fried with the influx of questions, screamed at him to retort smoothly. Sasha's gaze once again flicked up to the boy in front of him. The shorter teen was kind of cute, now that the bird shifter had the courage to actually spare him a glance, and would almost pull Sasha in if he was sure that the other wasn't just doing this as a joke.
"S-s-s-sorry, b-but...I-I-I've got t-topnotch s-s-security on i-it...?" was the dark-haired teen's response, his voice rising in a definite question. That wasn't actually a half-bad comeback, if he had to say so himself.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Apr 27, 2010 17:02:21 GMT -5
Johnny's smirk grew as the guy flinched horribly, jerking to what Johnny could only guess was his natural height, before whirling around to gape at him, his pale cheeks flushing a luminous red. 'Oh, look how cute he is! Squuuueeeeeeeeeeee!' Squealed Mr. Sentimental, Johnny happily ignoring him as Stabby began yelling at the overly-sensitive voice. Johnny stubbornly ignored them, doing his best to block them from his thoughts as possible.
The guy was really very cute with his jet black hair, feminine features, and striking ice blue eyes. Such a pretty shade of ice blue, too. Johnny kept his own hazel eyes locked on the other boys eyes as he spoke, stuttering heavily. "S-s-s-sorry, b-but...I-I-I've got t-topnotch s-s-security on i-it...?" Johnny tutted softly in response, winking at the taller teen.
"Then I'll just have to be a better thief than your security can handle." He responded smoothly. "The name is Johnny MacLeod. You are...?"
'Since when were you so smooth, Johnny? I know for a fact you've never been able to pull something like that off so easily before.' Came Common Sense's skeptical voice suddenly, Johnny rolling his eyes mentally. 'Why the hell should I be smooth when I don't care? This one is cute; I don't really want to let him go.' Replied Johnny mentally, almost all of his attention on the tall teen before him. Johnny had long ago mastered the art of talking to all of his voices mentally while upholding a conversation with other people verbally. To say he was a pro at it would be putting it lightly. '...You, Johnny, are a lot more sly than I realized. Damn.' Johnny laughed mentally, along with Stabby, Kid, and Mr. Sentimental, while Common Sense seemingly faded away; hiding out in Johnny's subconscious.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Apr 27, 2010 21:48:45 GMT -5
Despite Sasha's fairly clever retort, the stranger had a perfect reply ready. "Then I'll just have to be a better thief than your security can handle," said the other male, his voice as smooth as silk. When Sasha could bring himself to meet the others' eyes, he could see an almost predatory glint in the hazel depths. The strange light, coupled with a smug smirk, gave the Russian teen a bad feeling - one that he felt he should run away from, very, very fast. Sasha was about to take a step back, already formulating an excuse to leave, when the stranger spoke again. "The name is Johnny MacLeod. You are...?" The question hung in the air for an awkward second as the taller of the two contemplated whether or not he should answer.
"Sasha Koslov," he replied after some deliberation. His stutter had disappeared for a moment as he spoke, as it was in the language he spoke most fluently. That, and he could at least manage to say his own name without the damn speech impediment. "P-p-pleased to m-meet y-y-you," he added quietly, gaze falling once again to the concrete below. He really wasn't comfortable with maintaining eye contact with this Johnny figure. The look from before had made a sense of caution creep up his spine, and he still wasn't sure that Johnny's ridiculous effort to flirt with him was even half serious.
As his thoughts turned to this possibility, a faint frown quirked Sasha's lips. No, the flame-haired male probably WASN'T doing it in earnest. In school, the dark-haired teen saw this situation all the time, where a particularly unpleasant teenager would pretend to advance simply for the fun of it. The result was often mortifying, and always cruel - the teen's friends would shriek with laughter, while the victim suffered from severe embarrassment. Johnny, what with his arrogant smile and dominant look, certainly fit the profile of the jerks who usually pulled such acts.
Blue eyes once again met hazel, but they now carried a sort of veiled dislike. Sasha didn't look nearly as flustered as before, and his expression now held vague disdain. "Th-this has been p-p-pleasant, J-Johnny, b-but is there a-a r-r-r-real reason y-you approached me?" asked the taller one quietly, determined not to fall for such a stupid joke. He'd had enough of that sort of thing at his old school, far enough to last him a lifetime.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Apr 28, 2010 17:06:50 GMT -5
Johnny couldn't help but feel a little bad when Sasha glanced quickly at his face, looking rather uncomfortable. He could feel Mr. Sentimental preparing to chew him out and decided to cut him off swiftly with a sharp, 'Don't say a word, Mr. Sentimental. I know he's uncomfortable and I'm going to slow down a bit, try to make him a bit more comfortable.' Mr. Sentimental backed down, the other three voices deciding to be silent for once.
"Sasha Koslov," Replied the teen after a moment's hesitation, his stutter gone and replaced by a steady voice. Johnny let his smirk ease up a bit, relaxing it into more of a smile. "P-p-pleased to m-meet y-y-you," he then added softly, his stutter returning. Johnny almost sighed in disappointment; Sasha had seemed almost comfortable for a moment, then he snapped right back to the meek way he'd been since Johnny walked up to him.
"Th-this has been p-p-pleasant, J-Johnny, b-but is there a-a r-r-r-real reason y-you approached me?" Asked Sasha quietly after a moment, Johnny blinking in surprise for a moment before frowning slightly. "Real reason? Of course there is. I know the pickup line was lame, but Sasha, you'll have to believe me when I say I meant it. I don't play jokes like that on anyone; it's just not right." He said seriously, wanting Sasha to believe him.
Had people played jokes like that on him before? The thought almost made Johnny growl. It was such a low-down, dirty way to knock someone down. The ones who did it were just cruel, useless wastes of space and air who would never find out what a real friend was. Despite his attitude, Johnny never hung out with any of the people like that while he was in school. He'd always hung out with the people he made friends of; it didn't matter to him what they looked like, what they liked, or what they believed. If they wanted to be different, all the more power to them. He'd never hesitated to protect the few people he considered friends from the jerks at his school. 'God, I'm so glad I graduated already. I'd hate to be in school still.' He thought gratefully, trying to catch Sasha's blue eyes again. "You do believe me, right? If I have to, I'll swear on my good last name that I don't do anything like that and have no intention of doing it to you, Sasha." He said slowly, letting his frown disappear and be replaced by a small, gentle smile.
The same one he usually reserved strictly for his mom, little sister, and little brother.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Apr 28, 2010 20:30:27 GMT -5
"Real reason?" asked Johnny quizzically, the hazel-eyed youth giving Sasha a look of confusion. He seemed to be genuinely surprised by the chickadee shifter's cautionary question. "Of course there is. I know the pickup line was lame, but Sasha, you'll have to believe me when I say I meant it. I don't play jokes like that on anyone; it's just not right." Sasha stiffened a barely noticeable amount when he heard his name spoken by the other - very few were able to use it so casually after just meeting him, and it startled him. That, and he had been bracing himself for some rude comment about the girliness of the name...which, surprisingly, hadn't come.
Raising his gaze to find nonthreatening eye contact waiting for him, Sasha had to wonder about the sincerity of Johnny's apparent morality. The fact that the shorter teen had yet to insult him for...well, anything, and that he was still approaching him eagerly after the chilly reaction lent credibility to his character, though Sasha wasn't quite ready to trust him based on that alone. He had too much experience with pettiness to fall for it that quickly.
"You do believe me, right?" Johnny asked after a beat, breaking Sasha out of his light reverie. Sasha hesitated a bit, eyebrows furrowing together to form a confused and wary expression. He didn't know how to answer that, honestly, and if he tried, he'd probably end up embarrassing the both of them. Thankfully, the other male quickly began talking again, sparing Sasha the task of formulating a response. "If I have to," said Johnny seriously, "I'll swear on my good last name that I don't do anything like that and have no intention of doing it to you, Sasha." And with that, the unhappy frown that tugged on the red-head's lips melted into a kind smile.
More and more of the feelings of caution began to melt from Sasha's tensed posture, allowing him to relax into a less defensive, more comfortable slouch. If Johnny was lying, he was a damn good liar, and Sasha was almost completely convinced. The other boy was being too persistent for the dark-haired teen to be a target for bullying, as there was much easier pray around, and just something about his demeanor radiated truthfulness. Despite Sasha's inherent distrust, he didn't find Johnny to be much of a threat anymore.
And his smiled was really pretty, though Sasha would rather die that admit it aloud.
"...I-I believe y-y-you," he said softly after a second or two, reaching up to fiddle with his bangs nervously. He wasn't entirely sure where to move the conversation, now that they had established where they stood with each other. He didn't want to say anything that would make the situation more awkward, but his silent struggle to come up with a topic of interest was doing a fine enough job of that. And to top it all off, a few water drops began splashing down against the pavement as the sky started letting down a second wave of rain. It reminded the Russian male that this dreary day was his birthday, though it might not be so bad, now that he had someone to share the day with.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Apr 28, 2010 21:45:15 GMT -5
Johnny was thoroughly pleased to see Sasha beginning to relax a little, his tense posture smoothing into a more comfortable slouch. 'Success!' Both Johnny and Mr. Sentimental cheered mentally, Stabby scoffing with his usual foul attitude and Kid giggling softly. Common Sense merely chuckled lightly, a slight smirk in the sound.
Johnny pushed a little harder, saying he'd swear on his name, and felt his smile grow a little wider as the taller teen reached up to play with his bangs nervously while saying, "...I-I believe y-y-you,". The feeling of happiness Johnny felt was quickly tuned down by the rain drops that landed on the earth gently, making the short Scott tilt his head back to look up at the dark clouds.
Oh, right. The day was a shitty looking one. He'd forgotten. Turning to Sasha, Johnny gave him a lopsided grin. "Glad to hear it! Anyways, I think dear old Mother Nature is telling us to get inside and fast. How about that little book store over there? I heard they've got some really comfy seats and some awesome drinks." Pointing to the small, cozy looking book store not twenty feet away, Johnny glanced back up at Sasha and gave him another smile. "We can get to know more about each other there or somewhere else, if you'd like to go some place else." He added casually.
For a moment, things seemed too quiet and Johnny briefly wondered why until he realized that he was subconsciously blocking his voices. He could only do it for maybe half an hour at most and when he did do it, he wouldn't be able to do it again for at least a month. He wasn't entirely sure why it took so long for him to be able to block them again, but he figured it had something to do with getting enough power and energy to block the voices in his head.
Shaking his head mentally, he stopped blocking them only to wince sharply, a soft hiss passing his lips, as he was blessed with all four of his voices screaming his name as loudly as they possibly could, all at the same time. Unfortunately, two of them were almost horrifically high-pitched.
'JOHNNY-BOY!' 'JOHNNYYYY!' 'JOOOOOHHNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!' 'JOHNNY MACLEOD!'
"Ah, sshhhiiit, that hurt...." He mumbled, one eye and his jaw clenched as he rubbed his ear gently. 'God damn, you guys! That fucking HURT! I'm sorry I blocked you all but god damn, did you have to screech?!' He snarled mentally, physically sighing and shooting Sasha a reassuring smile. "Sorry about that. I had a little trouble working the other day and hurt my ear a bit." He said, not lying entirely. Yeah, he'd had trouble at work the other day but nothing that messed with his ear. The other guy's ears might have some problems, though. It was rather hard to take Stabby's accent full blast when you weren't used to it, after all.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on May 7, 2010 20:22:58 GMT -5
Sasha couldn't help but smile thinly when he saw Johnny's reaction to his statement; the fiery-haired teen's smile widened even more, going from a tiny, beautiful quirk of the lips to a carefree grin that lit up Johnny's face. The predatory glint the dark-haired Russian had first picked up had almost completely vanished, leaving behind the image of a good-spirited, earnest teenager. Maybe even a potential friend. Not only was the cheeriness around the young man contagious, bringing the smallest of smiles to Sasha's face, but the thought of a companion in the loneliness that was Shelpey filled the chickadee shifter with a sort of muted excitement. He knew not to get his hopes too far up, but he couldn't help it. Even a temporary friend would be a welcome reprieve from the dreary life he lived outside of the Assassins.
"Glad to hear it!" exclaimed Johnny, though the cheer around him had suddenly dissipated. Sasha's small smile disappeared as he tried to figure out why, when it hit him - it was still raining. Johnny must have noticed, the dark haired boy realized when the other continued. "Anyways, I think dear old Mother Nature is telling us to get inside and fast. How about that little book store over there? I heard they've got some really comfy seats and some awesome drinks. We can get to know more about each other there or somewhere else, if you'd like to go some place else." Sasha's eyes followed the direction of the shorter male's pointing, ice blue eyes landing on a small, homely store near the corner.
The front of the book shop was made of rustic red bricks, with old fashioned glass windows on either side of the pull-doors. The sign out front was charmingly antique, though it didn't clash with the more up-to-date areas that Sasha could see from the windows. It had a certain charm to it, and the taller boy was glad that Johnny had suggested it. "Th-th-that l-looks like a g-g-great place," said Sasha with rarely seen enthusiasm, a stronger smile now on his lips.
Just as the dark-haired shifter was about to make for the bookstore, a low curse escaped the other male, drawing Sasha's attention. Johnny's hand was raised up to his ear as he grimaced in pain, one eye forced shut with the magnitude of the aching. Immediately, concern rose in Sasha - was Johnny hurt? - before the shorter male threw the chickadee shifter another warm smile. "Sorry about that," he began apologetically. "I had a little trouble working the other day and hurt my ear a bit."
The urge to check to see if the boy's ear was alright rose in Sasha, but he quickly quelled it. "I-I'm s-s-sorry to h-hear that," he mumbled lamely, concern written all across his expression. He really wanted to help Johnny, but there was nothing he could do. They weren't anywhere close enough to being friends for the shorter teen to let Sasha inspect the injury, and it wasn't like Sasha would know what he was looking for. The best he could do was to sympathize with Johnny.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on May 27, 2010 18:01:07 GMT -5
Johnny felt his lips quirk into a happy grin as he noticed the tiny smile Sasha sprouted, the taller teen looking a little happier now. He looked good smiling, he decided mentally. What if he had a big smile on his face? Johnny's grin grew some more. 'I'll get him to put a big smile on his face somehow. If he looks good with a tiny one like that, how will he look with a big happy one in its place?' He thought determinedly.
"Th-th-that l-looks like a g-g-great place," Sasha said, his smile a little bigger. Johnny returned it with his own, starting for the bookstore only to stop abruptly as pain exploded in his ear.
As the pain in his ear subsided, Johnny was able to focus more on the concerned look Sasha was fixing him with, the poor guy looking like he wanted to help but not knowing what to do. Johnny chuckled lightly, trying to bring back the smile he had seen not a few seconds earlier. "I-I'm s-s-sorry to h-hear that," Muttered Sasha, looking put-off. "Don't worry about it, okay? It just flares up every now and then. I'm fine now, see?" Johnny clapped loudly directly beside his ear, not flinching when the sound pushed loudly on his eardrums. Instead, he smiled brightly at Sasha and nodded towards the bookstore.
"Anyways, shall we go? I doubt either of us want to get sick because we stayed out in the rain like fools for too long." He snickered, his hazel eyes twinkling in jest.
Relaxing his big grin into a softer smile, Johnny spread one arm towards the store, motioning for Sasha to come along before he started walking again.
OOC//: I'm sorry it sucks Spook. >.< I wish it was longer but it was the best I could do at the moment. They'll get better the more I post, though, so yeah. P:
Btw. When do you think I can has a reply in ABDGG?
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Oct 12, 2010 18:21:43 GMT -5
"Sick..." muttered the Russian teen quietly as he started towards the cozy little shop. Wouldn't that be awful? his pessimistic side chimed in, wiping whatever vestiges of a smile were left on Sasha's face. It rains on your birthday that you can't even celebrate on the right day, and then you meet this great guy who's really friendly. And then you get pneumonia and die.
Shut up, Sasha growled to himself. I'm not going to catch a life-threatening illness from standing out in some drizzle.
Regardless of whether or not the chickadee shifter managed to quell the darker side of his mental person, his mood was shot. The smile was gone, vanished without a trace, and his eyes remained downcast...
...to the point he walked straight into the door.
Letting out a quiet curse in Russian, the dark haired teen staggered when he bounced back from the cold glass barrier. Throwing his gaze upward, he could see people giggling from both inside and outside the shop, which in turn dusted his face with pale pink. He was blushing.
"S-s-s-sorry..." mumbled Sasha, drawing in on himself immediately. He looked for all the world as though he was trying to make his lanky, thin body disappear into thin air.
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