Kaeilia
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Salvation In Suffering - A boy is being bullied, but there is more to their situation than meets the eye.
It was early, but the town was abuzz with activity as work began and school buses made their rounds to take students to their designated institutions of learning. Alexander was sitting on one of these buses on his way to Erling High. It was getting to be late autumn now, and the weather was beginning to grow more chilly, but that didn't concern the teen. He laid back against his bus seat, and closed his blue eyes, holding in a sigh. He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair, and opened his eyes, staring at the cieling of the moving bus. He didn't let himself hear any of the noise of the vehicle, but focused on the day.
He'd start by finding Quinlan, of course. The creepy little queer. What kind of parents named their kid Quinlan anyway? That would take out some of the bore of the morning, and then who knew? The day was young.
The bus arrived and Alexander grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder. The second he was off the bus, he was all smiles and charm. His lean 5'11 frame didn't hang over the crowd or anything, but made him charmingly approachable. He was the guy next door, into sports, an excellent student and all around good guy. When he wanted to be. The only person who knew how horrible he could really be was his cousin Dustin, and Quinlan, a student who was in the same year as himself.
"Hey! Xander! You wanna get some early practice in before class?" one of his friends shouted down the hall. The teen turned and gave the other boy a thumbs down.
"Naw, don't wanna be sweaty for Ms. Langdon's class!" he said, winked at his friend, then headed down the hall turning his back on the hoot and holler his friend threw in his direction. Alexander began to leisurely make his way to his locker, keeping an eye out for the other boy who was no doubt around here somewhere. His locker was nearby, after all.
Salvation In Suffering - A boy is being bullied, but there is more to their situation than meets the eye.
Read more about this role play...Quinlan is just an ordinary student. Albeit, a little nerdy, but that's perfectly fine. Only, when it isn't. Lately a classmate of his, Alex, just won't leave him alone. But there's more to this situation than meets the eye.
It was early, but the town was abuzz with activity as work began and school buses made their rounds to take students to their designated institutions of learning. Alexander was sitting on one of these buses on his way to Erling High. It was getting to be late autumn now, and the weather was beginning to grow more chilly, but that didn't concern the teen. He laid back against his bus seat, and closed his blue eyes, holding in a sigh. He ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair, and opened his eyes, staring at the cieling of the moving bus. He didn't let himself hear any of the noise of the vehicle, but focused on the day.
He'd start by finding Quinlan, of course. The creepy little queer. What kind of parents named their kid Quinlan anyway? That would take out some of the bore of the morning, and then who knew? The day was young.
The bus arrived and Alexander grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder. The second he was off the bus, he was all smiles and charm. His lean 5'11 frame didn't hang over the crowd or anything, but made him charmingly approachable. He was the guy next door, into sports, an excellent student and all around good guy. When he wanted to be. The only person who knew how horrible he could really be was his cousin Dustin, and Quinlan, a student who was in the same year as himself.
"Hey! Xander! You wanna get some early practice in before class?" one of his friends shouted down the hall. The teen turned and gave the other boy a thumbs down.
"Naw, don't wanna be sweaty for Ms. Langdon's class!" he said, winked at his friend, then headed down the hall turning his back on the hoot and holler his friend threw in his direction. Alexander began to leisurely make his way to his locker, keeping an eye out for the other boy who was no doubt around here somewhere. His locker was nearby, after all.