Post by Erik Noire on Dec 12, 2010 20:12:03 GMT -5
Ungrounded. Degrounded. No longer held under house arrest? Erik didn’t really know what to call his reprieve from the hell that was his home lately. He went from trying everything to not be in his family home or his bedroom to being stuck in there like a caged animal every day after school for a month. With every second his parents, eyes like hawks, watching his every move. His every bite of food at the dinner table was examined. As if at any moment he would burst into flames, or turn green and slimy, or maybe grow two more heads and start talking to himself.
Even after being let out of the house his sister Sara was their paid watchdog at school. She’d follow him down the labyrinth of hallways and classrooms even where she had no reason to be. She’d watch from the bleachers at practice and follow him all the way home where he’d be watched by his parent’s right afterwards. It was infuriating and more than a little irritating, but Erik didn’t dare speak up against it. He could end up like Aries in a rehab, since really they were just trying to make sure he wasn’t infected. The mutant squad had already assured them that if he hadn’t developed the symptoms by now than he was safe. His parents were always the type to over-think something though and with only two of their brood left they were getting jumpy.
He had spent the majority of his confinement in his room he used to share with Draven. He’d rather have been anywhere else in the house getting stared at under a microscope than in that room. His parents felt safer if he was locked in though and so that is where he served his sentence. It was a lonely place made even lonelier by the fact that it had once been his favorite place. Back when it had once held two for joint sentences. He hadn’t minded then… actually he usually got himself in trouble right after Draven just to get sent in here with him. The door had never had a lock back then though and it had been easy enough to sneak in and out.
Here he was though safe and sound no worse for wear really from his confinement other than his social status which had plummeted to near non-existent after the story filtered around the school. Renee, her strawberry blond hair pulled up into a masterfully done bun with little tendrils hanging about her face, was seated nearby talking with another of her cheerleader buddies, the petite blond one with curls… Was this one Shirley?...., loudly over Carly’s move to make a bid on head cheerleader after Erik’s encounter at the Café. She was speaking so loudly in her high grating voice just to rub it in a bit more. It seemed that having a loud outburst with an outcast mutant was a big no-no on the social scale. Not that Erik could have helped it but Renee wasn’t the caring type about anything but her social status. At this point Erik was just weighing her down and she wanted to let him know it just one more time loud and clear in front of everyone who was anyone at the school.
It was Saturday afternoon and as usual they were at the pool hall shooting racks. Erik was playing nine-ball with Jordan and losing miserably as was usual as well. He was horrible at pool even on a good day, and after a month of no practice his game hadn’t improved one bit.
“And now she thinks that she should be head cheerleader because she and Lloyd have never had a public mutant in the family.” [/color] Erik sighed and bounced the cue ball off a rail and into the 6 but not with enough force for it to even get close to the pocket.
“Renee… I can’t see how they can claim to be scot free in all of this. They were both in the same building too! They were there! They left in the same truck as me. Interviewed at the same time. They were even in the same holding area!” [/color] Jordan sunk the six which Erik had so graciously set up for him and proceeded to sink the 7 as well. “They are just as implicated as I am in all of this!” [/color]
It was useless all this bickering. They had been fighting about this for the past week and all it did was go rounds and rounds and the next statement that Renee would ultimately tout would be the breaking point. She loved to state this one with as much venom and spite she could pull forth from her vicious little trap.
Jordan missed his next shot and Erik bent down to eye the cue ball and try to at least make one shot.
“But Errrrriiiiikkkk Dearest. That mutant was not once their dear twin brother, Draven. Unlike you.” [/color]
Her harpy voice floated out just at the instant his stick touched the cue making his shot slide low with a crushing momentum that only her disgusting voice saying that name could do to him. The angle and momentum sent the cue popping into the air and flying across the room.
Erik hadn’t noticed where the ball flew off too since he turned and glared at the girl on the stool. Twirling her strand of hair around her finger looking as spiteful and hate filled as she usually did.
“Do not pronounce my name like that and dearest me, Renee, you know I hate it. And stop pouting that won’t work on me either. I’ve seen far better and more effective ones. Remember... you have to actually care about someone for a pout to be effective.”
Like that mutant's pout.... Why was that more effective than his human girlfriends pout right now? Erik knew why and it was exactly the reason he had stated to Renee... you had to actually care for the person behind the pout.
Even after being let out of the house his sister Sara was their paid watchdog at school. She’d follow him down the labyrinth of hallways and classrooms even where she had no reason to be. She’d watch from the bleachers at practice and follow him all the way home where he’d be watched by his parent’s right afterwards. It was infuriating and more than a little irritating, but Erik didn’t dare speak up against it. He could end up like Aries in a rehab, since really they were just trying to make sure he wasn’t infected. The mutant squad had already assured them that if he hadn’t developed the symptoms by now than he was safe. His parents were always the type to over-think something though and with only two of their brood left they were getting jumpy.
He had spent the majority of his confinement in his room he used to share with Draven. He’d rather have been anywhere else in the house getting stared at under a microscope than in that room. His parents felt safer if he was locked in though and so that is where he served his sentence. It was a lonely place made even lonelier by the fact that it had once been his favorite place. Back when it had once held two for joint sentences. He hadn’t minded then… actually he usually got himself in trouble right after Draven just to get sent in here with him. The door had never had a lock back then though and it had been easy enough to sneak in and out.
Here he was though safe and sound no worse for wear really from his confinement other than his social status which had plummeted to near non-existent after the story filtered around the school. Renee, her strawberry blond hair pulled up into a masterfully done bun with little tendrils hanging about her face, was seated nearby talking with another of her cheerleader buddies, the petite blond one with curls… Was this one Shirley?...., loudly over Carly’s move to make a bid on head cheerleader after Erik’s encounter at the Café. She was speaking so loudly in her high grating voice just to rub it in a bit more. It seemed that having a loud outburst with an outcast mutant was a big no-no on the social scale. Not that Erik could have helped it but Renee wasn’t the caring type about anything but her social status. At this point Erik was just weighing her down and she wanted to let him know it just one more time loud and clear in front of everyone who was anyone at the school.
It was Saturday afternoon and as usual they were at the pool hall shooting racks. Erik was playing nine-ball with Jordan and losing miserably as was usual as well. He was horrible at pool even on a good day, and after a month of no practice his game hadn’t improved one bit.
“And now she thinks that she should be head cheerleader because she and Lloyd have never had a public mutant in the family.” [/color] Erik sighed and bounced the cue ball off a rail and into the 6 but not with enough force for it to even get close to the pocket.
“Renee… I can’t see how they can claim to be scot free in all of this. They were both in the same building too! They were there! They left in the same truck as me. Interviewed at the same time. They were even in the same holding area!” [/color] Jordan sunk the six which Erik had so graciously set up for him and proceeded to sink the 7 as well. “They are just as implicated as I am in all of this!” [/color]
It was useless all this bickering. They had been fighting about this for the past week and all it did was go rounds and rounds and the next statement that Renee would ultimately tout would be the breaking point. She loved to state this one with as much venom and spite she could pull forth from her vicious little trap.
Jordan missed his next shot and Erik bent down to eye the cue ball and try to at least make one shot.
“But Errrrriiiiikkkk Dearest. That mutant was not once their dear twin brother, Draven. Unlike you.” [/color]
Her harpy voice floated out just at the instant his stick touched the cue making his shot slide low with a crushing momentum that only her disgusting voice saying that name could do to him. The angle and momentum sent the cue popping into the air and flying across the room.
Erik hadn’t noticed where the ball flew off too since he turned and glared at the girl on the stool. Twirling her strand of hair around her finger looking as spiteful and hate filled as she usually did.
“Do not pronounce my name like that and dearest me, Renee, you know I hate it. And stop pouting that won’t work on me either. I’ve seen far better and more effective ones. Remember... you have to actually care about someone for a pout to be effective.”
Like that mutant's pout.... Why was that more effective than his human girlfriends pout right now? Erik knew why and it was exactly the reason he had stated to Renee... you had to actually care for the person behind the pout.
