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Post by Rosey on Feb 1, 2010 4:25:56 GMT -5
Let's Dance to Joy Devision and celebrate the irony...[/b][/color][/size] Panic had set in before coherent thought, as it would with anyone in the same situation. As Rayne reached Dale, a moment hit like a cement block, that moment where you needed to find out but at the same time terrified at the thought of making it real. Because 'real' meant that Rayne's life, which was currently moving in slow motion, would suddenly fall down with an almighty, horrifying crash. One would already assume what the outcome would be – how could someone look like that and not be? What would confirming it actually do? But then, you had to. Had to. Just in case.
Ebony locks floated around Dale's face like some sort of dark halo as his arm was grasped and he was pulled through the water towards the surface of the lake. What a stupid stupid thing to do. He should have thought, should have known that this wouldn't have been a good idea. I mean, where in London are you gonna learn how to swim? Baby steps, Dale, baby steps. Dont play fetch, just keep to the shores for a while. It's what he should have done. But what fun was that? If you're gonna make all the effort to sneak outta class then you should seize the oppertunity right? Make the best of the day you have before you have to go back and face getting your ass kicked by the principal. Then again, what fun was this?
The air seemed colder as Rayne reached the shore, towing Dale's sodden form behind her. His head lolled against his chest then, arms hanging limply in the brunette's grasp as she pulled him from the water and two men rushed towards them. Nearly dropped as one stranger caught Rayne, another stranger wrapped an arm underneath Dale's shoulders and another underneath his knees before hoisting his form into their arms. One of Dale's arm's swung uselessly as his limp drenched form was carried towards the safety of the grass, not far from where his clothing had been uncerimoniously dumped before jumping into the water not too long ago.
Dale's head lolled against the guy's forarm. His cold bloodless lips were parted slightly, and his eyelids were a very pale shade of blue.
The stranger laid Dale out then, gently placing his head on the grass before lowing their own head to rest upon the teenagers torso, not expecting to hear a thrumming of a heart beat against his temple but hoping all the same. There was nothing. He placed a hand on Dale's temple feeling an eyelid as he looked down at the sharp featured kid's face. Small droplets of water slid from his hair already drying from the sun dripping slowly from his small bodice onto the grass. The stranger went to open an eye lid but he did not have time however as he was pushed out of the way by small yet rather strong hands, and the girl who had towed the young man from the water began pushing her palm's against the guy's chest in an attempt to get his pulse beating again.
Knowing not to get in the way now, the stranger could not help but stare at the pallid, still body in front of him. It wasn't right. Dale wasn't supposed to be still. He wasn't supposed to be pale – not like that. He was supposed to be a shimmering pale, not a sallow one. The strangers friend, the other guy who'd helped the giel out of the water was trying to talk to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. But he couldn’t hear what they were saying.
The stranger knew CPR. Yes. He did. Breathe into the casualities mouth, pump his chest three times. Breathe, pump three times. Keep going. Maybe the girl would keep doing this forever, and the kid would never really be…
Breathe, pump three times. Breathe… fuck, Kid, just breathe, it’s not difficult, just open your mouth and breathe…
Again, again.
The stranger hung his head in defeat. But just as he did he let out a startled yelp and jumped at the same time as the drowned kid let out a chocked gurgle as water rose into his throat and escaped his mouth. Dale scrunched up his face and coughed harshly, spluttering and gasping, trying to force air down his lungs.
“Fuck!” One of the stranger's yelped and a moment later Dale's blue eyes opened, wide and terrified. With unfocused orb's Dale looked around him like a baby deer, staring at his surroundings before they latched onto Rayne and refused to let go. He blinked a bit until there was only one of her. Already knowing that he didn’t want to move – he felt overstretched and thin and worn out, and Dale know the second he tried something would start hurting, so he was content to just lie there and peer. "Rayne?" He squinted at her. Like he wasnt sure that she was her or something, his voice cracking slightly through the dryness of his throat and sting of his lungs. "Wahapp'ned? How'd I..." his head lolled to the side then as he allowed his eyes to break away from her for a moment to look at a few of the strangers who had formed a group around them before he looked up at her again. "Uhh...I've gone into the future." He blinked several more times.Everything is going wrong but we're so happy! STATUS ;; COMPLETED\ TAGS ;; DALE, RAYNE
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Post by Rayne Lenoir on Feb 23, 2010 1:48:25 GMT -5
The seconds seemed to go by in slow motion as Rayne knelt over the motionless Dale trying to get him to come around. This was just what she needed, sneak a guy out of class and end up drowning his ass, imagine the news headlines. New girl in town, murders class mate. Now wouldn’t that be a great way to start out at a new school as if there wasn’t enough rumours running around back home about her mother and step fathers deaths. Imagine if when writing the story on how she killed Dale they dug all that up.
It was true her imagination was running wild jumping to the worst case scenario, and naturally the highly improbable, after all how could she be blamed for any of these deaths, and Dale wasn’t even dead yet, her mother was murdered but not by her and her step fathers death was suicide.
As her mind raced jumping to all sorts of crazy scenarios it took her a moment to realise that as she looked down at Dale his eyes were fluttering open and she almost thought she imagined it until she heard him call her name. She heard him begin to ask what happened which seemed like a pretty logical question but then he broke off his head lolling to the side and Rayne’s face scrunched up in confusion. Her confusion only increasing when he claimed to have gone into the future!
“How much water did you swallow boy? If you’re in the future then I’m friggin’ Joan of Arch! Now come on we got to get you to the nurse for real this time, I think I’ve done enough damage to your brain between knocking you to the ground and you trying to drown on me!”
She ranted, talking fast in a way ranting to herself more then him as she got up throwing the two bags, one over each shoulder and hoisting him off the ground, for the second time that day half dragging half carrying him back toward the school, she felt drained, each step was agonising and she really wasn’t sure how far she would get carrying him and the bags but she had to try and get them both back to the school, as it was they were going to be in big trouble.
She made it something like 10 meters from the lake before she began faltering under the weight and fatigue. But before she fell dropping Dale and herself on the ground she felt strong hands pry him away from her and more strong hands supporting her, yet more hands reached out to take the bags and half conscious herself she was vaguely aware of the three older guys out of school she guessed took control of the situation, two helping each of the teens and one carrying their bags back to the school.
Now Rayne was not the type of person that coped well with being half dragged half carried herself she tended to be the one doing the dragging and even as her vision blurred she tried to push out of the strong yet gentle hands that held her. They dropped and she stumbled nearly falling flat on her face before they caught her preventing it.
“Come on Rayne, you’ve done your bit now just let us get ya’ll back to the school then you can be miss independent all ya like”
A heavenly male voice spoke from her side when he was supporting her, his voice had an American accent to it. Rayne had no idea where Dale was she could barely see what was right in front of her face, she couldn’t understand where this exhaustion had come from, she didn’t get all faint! And how did he know her name? She wondered her brain just wouldn’t add the facts, like the fact that she had run all the way to the lake, had swimming races, then swum out and after holding her breath for longer then she thought she could had pulled Dale to the surface and to the shore, and that after that she had tried carrying him back. Wasn’t all that enough to make a girl feel faint and exhausted and obviously this guy would have heard Dale call out her name when he came too.
But it was logical thought like this that escaped her and the more she tried to stay conscious and figure it all out the more drained she felt until the guy helping her gave up trying to help her to walk and scooped her up into his strong arms to carry her the last of the way and she went out of it completely just before they reached the nurses station.
She didn’t even notice as the nurse rushed out seeing the convoy of guys one carrying Rayne, one with bags and one supporting Dale, she rushed around finding beds for everyone and questioning the three guys.
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Post by Rosey on Feb 23, 2010 3:39:02 GMT -5
“...much water did you swallow boy? If you’re in the future then I’m... on we got to get you to the nurse for real this time, I think... to your brain between knocking you to the ground..."
Word's came in bit's and pieces as Dale slowly began to regain conciousness. He was cold. No, scratch that. He was freezing! And he hurt too. His whole body felt overstretched and thin and worn out. His breathing was short and ragged, and made his lungs feel as if they were about to burst. Dale blinked slowly. His blue eyes were sore and he turned his head away from the sky, away from the harsh glare of the sun. Rayne's voice was the only thing that really did seem semi clear, and he could hear her moving about above him. So he tried to focus on that instead of the stinging, aching hurt he felt in his chest and stomach.
There was a quick, gut churning motion as Dale's wrist was grasped and he was hefted from the ground. His knees wobbled and buckled, threatening to fold beneath him as his arm was slung over a firm shoulder. He leaned heavily against Rayne, not trusting himself enough to attempt walking on his own. But as soon as he did take a few wobbly step's he felt the ground rushing towards him again and he landed with a heavy "thud" against the grass, another bodily weight landed not too far away.
His stomach flipped unpleasently then, "ugh Ray-ne?" he muttered as he felt the nauseous experience reach a new height and he vomited out more of the salivary remains of the water he had swallowed whilst under the water. Then, eyes rolling back, he fell forward, only narrowly missing the mess he had produced. "Nuh uh, c'mon mate." Hands looped around Dale's chest and gently pulled him upright into a sort of sitting possition. "Just take it easy." and for the second time (unbeknownst to him) the stranger hooked one arm under Dale's shoulders, the other under his knees before lifting the little cockney fairy up into his arms and following closely behind another stranger who was carrying Rayne in their arms.
"You come to take me home?" Dale slurred, one of his arm's swung uselessly out of the other guy's grip, the other trapped against his bodice. Dale's voice was dull. The shock of the near-death incident was giving way to the exhaustion, and trauma. "That's right, Dale. It's gonna be okay." The guy's voice vibrated against Dale's cheek where his head had lolled close to the guys collarbone, the damp black strands of his hair sticking to the guy's shirt. "Whahapp'ned to Rayne?"
In some far off corner of his mind, Dale knew he should probably be feeling a little embaressed of the fact that he was essentially being carried down the street in his underwear by some stranger but right now he found he couldnt care. Dale fidgeted and the arms tightened.
"Just stay put, dude. You're heavy enough as it is." The voice, although it was kind and helpful, was also rough. Dale forced his weary eyes open, and there were three of the stranger, staring down at him with dark eyes like he hasn't slept for a while. Dale blinked a bit until there was only one of him before he turned his face and peered towards another two guys walking in front of him. Heh. They sure brought reinforcements in, all right. Dale could see that one guy was carrying both his and Rayne's bags over each shoulder, and another with our lady in question curled in his arms, the Bag Thief keeps shoving his face close to Rayne and Dale tried to work out why, and he heared the guy carrying her chase him off with an annoyed tone of voice.
The guy carrying Rayne looks back at Dale and gives him a strained smile, and he realises then just how serious the situation must've been. Dale your an idiot! He admonished himself. He swallowed through the rough sandpapery dryness of his throat. "I'm sorry -"
"Don't be an idiot," The guy carrying Dale snapped in a low voice. "It's not anyone's fault. You start babbling and crying and I swear I'm gonna ditch you back under water."
Empty threat. Hah! He doesn't mean it. Dale knew, because he tried to fidget again, and he failed, and the guy suddenly hugged him a little tighter, tucking Dale closer to his chest. Thats right coddle the Dale, whoever you are. He deserved it. It's been a long day. And that hurts too, but Dale didn't care and... he knew he was a baby, all right? But he couldn't stop. Knowing now how serious this must've all been made him feel really guilty, even though he knew that … well, this was just an accident. Things were still a bit hazy, and I knew he was starting to doze, but at one point someone shook him awake, tapping at his face with their warm palms. Dale blinked to see another unfamiliar face; this time a woman's. Her face showed clear concern but she has a very gentle smile on her face - relief, he realized.
"...Should've called a bloody hospital..." he heard the nurse admonish as she bustled about the room, her voice was all edges. The room was empty save for a few bed's, only one occupied now with a very pale looking girl lying there; it was Rayne, Dale realised but he couldn't see whether she was awake or not because of another nurse being in the way of his vision, standing at her bedside as Dale was carried a few bed's down. "He's blue! And what on Earth...the girl's..." There were other voices, defensive, but they all seemed to face off for some reason.
Weird. Dale was being passed around. Heh. But … you know, he was good with the not walking thing. He really was.
He didn't remember much more. He felt the arms that had been enclosed around his body realise him and his limb's were adjusted on the softer, flatter surface for him. He got the impression of a warm hand brushing along his forehead at some point, a light being shone into his eyes and passing once more. Something was placed over his mouth and nose and he found it was a little less painful to breath. He could still hear someone talking across the other room. He had no idea what they were saying, but the person sounded concerned. He tried to wake up enough to offer them a cheerful smile or something, to make them feel better but he wasn't really sure if he succeed on that one.
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Post by Rayne Lenoir on Feb 23, 2010 6:30:00 GMT -5
Rayne wasn’t with it as she lay on the bed in the nurses wing, her mind was playing tricks on her, this was too similar to the day her mother had died. She had been knocked out with a crowbar by one of the attackers and had lay unconscious in the hospital for days. The scene of what had happened playing over and over in her head like a horror movie.
She wasn’t aware of the nurse hovering over her to begin with, or the other people in the room as the guys that had brought them here told them what they had seen, Dale drowning her diving in to save him, her pulling him out and even though she looked ready to collapse then preforming CPR and then trying to haul him back here herself.
There was a commotion somewhere in the back of her mind though she couldn’t quite pick it out, had she been able to she would have known it was the truant officer trying to get in to blast them with one of the nurses telling her she would have to wait neither of the two kids in there were in any condition to go to detention. But it wasn’t this arguing that Rayne heard it was one of the day her mother died, her mothers shrieks for help and her own and the gruff voices of the men attacking them yelling at them to shut up.
It was these memories that brought her out of her unconscious state, now instead of laying there still and silent she was suddenly screaming out and thrashing on the bed. She felt arms wrap around her as the nurse tried to restrain her to stop her from hurting herself but that only made things worse and her screams increased in pitch eyes screwed up tight not wanting to look. This was not the right thing to do as she saw behind her lids the faces of the attackers holding her instead of looking into the eyes of the concerned nurse that was over her.
The guys who had brought them back here stood against the wall taken back by the girls outburst, that was until the nurse, who was not having any luck restraining Rayne, barked at them to help her. They all came over holding the girl down, not knowing how else to help, Rayne eventually stopped thrashing, and her screaming ceased and she realised she couldn’t win. Had this school actually known what she had recently been through they might have known how to handle her better but she didn’t want to tell them, she didn’t want anyone to know.
Little did she know her outburst had the nurse thinking that there was something horrific in this girls past and she made a mental note to insist that this one be put into counselling sessions once she recovered from this.
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Post by Rosey on Feb 23, 2010 11:21:59 GMT -5
Let's Dance to Joy Devision and celebrate the irony... [/b][/color][/size] Plastic leg's squeaked against floorboards as the young guy who had helped pull Dale out of the water (let's all call him Niel for conveniences sake) pulled a small and not to mention fairly uncomfortable chair closer to the bed that the ebony haired yough currently lay upon; looking pale, and still. Well he wasn't blue anymore from when Niel had helped Rayne pull the guy from the water so that was a start, but the sickly sallow color remained.
Niel's friends, the one's that had helped lift Rayne out of the water stood close to her bedside, answering the nurse's question in quiet tone's, as if they were afraid that they would wake the semi-concious girl. Or perhaps they were simply afraid that she might hear them. She didn't look well either; well to be fair, she had been through a lot too; over exerting herself trying to get to Dale in time to save him from drowning. Then dragging him to the edge of the lake, and giving him CPR. Then to even attempt to try and carry the kid back to the Academy. Niel was amazed that she'd managed that far!
Niel had been convinced that Dale had died too. Even as they pulled the duo from the water, the kid had just looked so... well dead. There hadn't been a breath in the kid's body. He'd been blue and hadn't even begun to return to what Niel assumed was a semi-natural color until about 5 minutes ago. Sure the blankets they'd piled on top of both of the teenager's had helped with that. When they were bringing the duo in, clothing wasn't the biggest concern. The fact that Rayne was practically delerious and that Dale had only been semi-concious at the time was the major concern.
When it had all happened, Niel and his friend's had been kicking a football to each other. Someone had yelled out, "hey look over there!" and of course, most of who were in ear shot went running towards the edge of the lake (the three of them included) to watch a young girl (Rayne as it turned out) swimming as if her life depended on it towards the middle of the lake, then diving under the surface. When, after about 20 seconds she came back to the surface, towing the ebody haired elecro ponce behind her as she struggled back towards the edge of the lake. Niel and his friends it seemed were the only three decent enough to stop gawking and actually run over to help.
Bill and Ted had been the first to get to Rayne, helping her to her feet as Neil took Dale from her sodden grasp. He'd known immediately that Dale wasn't breathing and tried to find a pulse as best he could, while Bill was unable to keep a hold of Rayne. She pushed him away and he could do nothing but watch as she'd performed CPR on the drowned kid. Or at least he had seemed to have drowned. When Neil heard the chocked gurgle, and saw the water dispell from Dale's mouth he couldn't believe it, his heart itself seemed to backflip into his throat as he swore his tits off. Staring with wide eyes as the drowned kid continued to cough, taking in greedy ragged gulps of air. He hadn't believed it! Still couldn't.
Poor Rayne, he thought, and glanced over at her bunk at her prostrate form. To go through having to do all of that and then still try and take Dale back to the academy all by herself afterwards. It took a lot of strength to do that. No wonder Ted had gotten so impatient when she continued to struggle out of his grasp even after she'd fallen to the ground. Now she just looked so broken. What was going on in that head of hers right now...?
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Pale blue eyes fluttered open, only to be squeazed shut again as a bright glare assulted his pupils. Dale rolled his head to the side and realised that he was lying on something comfortable, and warm. He fidgeted under the sheets and it wasnt as hard as he thought it would be – everything still ached, but it wasnt as sharp as it was before. Dale doubted he'd be moving very fast for a while, though. Something slipped from his face and Dale's face scrunched up in confusion, trying to bat the thing away with a lazy palm, but it only served to fall from his face even further. "Dale, Dale, it's okay, you're all right." a vaguely familiar voice spoke. It was strong, authorative, but gentle as well and it did serve to relax him, only slightly. Dale turned to face the source of the voice, looking about wildly as he tried to focus his vision on the blurry image in front off him. Something was being placed over his mouth, and he tried to push it off, but the hands holding it on his face were too strong.
"Dale, you need to calm down. This is just to help you breathe, that's all. You have to keep it on. Take deep, slow breaths." There was another person at the bed now; a woman dressed in the standard white uniform tyhat all nurses wore. She also looked familiar though he couldn't quite palce her either.
This time Dale's eyes focused properly and he croaked. "Where am I?"
Wow! Did he really sound like that?
"You're in the hospital wing at FFA." The woman spoke. "and darn lucky to be here I might add."
Dale looked panicked at this, and Niel gave him what he hoped was a comforting smile. "You're okay, mate." and once he had calmed down enough, Niel helped Dale to remove the oxygen mask from his face. A few seconds passed before something seemed to click in Dale's mind, and he spoke a little panicked. "Rayne? Where is she?"
"Dont worry dear, she's..." But whatever the nurse was going to say, she coudn't finish it as suddenly there was a commotion a few bed's down and Dale' large blue eyes widened (if that were even possible) and he sat up in alarm, despite the protest of his aching stomach and cried out as he realised that it was Rayne thrashing about on her bed. "Wha's wrong?!" he demanded, voice high in pitch as the nurse that had been at his side rushed over and helped another to try and hold Rayne down. It appeared that she was having some sort of episode, or fit of some sort. She appeared concious, but Dale could see no logical reason for her to be fighting, or screaming like that. "Rayne!" His voice was so high pitched with fear now it squeaked. One nurse yelled for the other three boys to help them as another ran to a cabinette, and Dale could only guess what she must be searching for.
Dale pushed back the cover of his bed and swung his head over the bed to try and get up, but one of the guys not the one who'd been sitting at his bedside took his shoulders. "Don't get involved buddy." He was a muscular guy who held Dale there quite easily, but yet he continued to struggle against the guy's can-crushing hands. "Lemme go!" Dale pushed against the guy but it was like pushing at a brick wall. "Rayne!" Tears pricked at his eyes.Everything is going wrong but we're so happy! STATUS ;; COMPLETED\ TAGS ;; DALE, RAYNE
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Post by Rayne Lenoir on Feb 23, 2010 12:09:49 GMT -5
Rayne was calming down slowly slipping back into a semi unconscious sleep, the arms restraining her made it impossible to fight anymore anyway. One of the nurses hovered unsure as to whether the child needed the calming medication she had retrieved after all, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to use it if the child was having fits like that being unconscious there was something obviously bothering her that may or may not have anything to do with her ordeal today.
She seemed to decide that since Rayne had calmed down on her own this time she would leave it for the minute after all she didn’t really want to knock the girl out further. She wanted to give her a chance to wake up she they could check to make sure she was really ok, to confirm in her mind that this girl was just worn out from exhaustion, and nothing more serious.
To make matters worse the other one, the little guy Dale was fighting to get to Rayne’s side, beside himself over the girl’s outburst, just what the nurses needed the half drowned boy over exerting himself. She could see one of the guys who wasn’t still holding Rayne down holding Dale back.
“Right Dale get back on your bed and stop trying to get out of it! If you can get out of that bed then you can get off to the detention hall! As far as I can guess Rayne is reliving some bad thing from her past or it could be as simple as a vivid nightmare, the main thing is it isn’t anything actually hurting her ok, she is fine she is just exhausted from over exerting herself. Now if you want to help her you will lay on that bed and stop making extra work for us ok?”
The nurse said calmly, but with a tone that demanded no one argue with her on this, the guys finally backed away from her bed as she went limp seemingly finally in a peaceful sleep. It was like a trigger that pressure off her limbs suddenly she was bolt upright, blue eyes staring around franticly, her face seemed to loose any and all colour in those seconds it took her to sit up and she was soon pale as the bed sheet.
“Dale … is he alright?”
She asked in a hoarse whisper, she didn’t even seem to know she had moments before had an episode of sorts, naturally she was aware of it but she didn’t want to draw attention to it, she was just glad she was thinking somewhat straight now.
“He’s fine, Now please Rayne I need you too lay back down you need rest”
One of the other nurses closer to Rayne said pushing her gently back down into a laying position, Rayne with her energy zapped had no choice but to allow it for now.
“Gee between the two of you we will never get anything done round here”
The one who had snapped at Dale grumbled, as she went to the cupboard looking through the bottles of medications and bandaids stored in there, being a school first aid centre there really wasn’t a lot there to help them. More then anything they both needed to rest, Rayne for one was already resting easier she was just happy to know Dale was ok this time. She had managed to save one person who had tried to die around her but in that moment she made a decision.
That as soon as they were out of this place then that was it no more friends, she would throw herself into her studies and throw any spare energy into training her new horse, she would be a hermit if that’s what it took too keep people safe. She had come to the conclusion that she was cursed that she hurt the people around her and the easiest way to fix that was to avoid all unnecessary contact with people.
Meanwhile the head nurse had also come to a conclusion and her conclusion was that this girl needed to go to counselling, and she planned to organise it as soon as possible. It’s true the girl could have been having some sort of weird nightmare but she had a feeling the girl was trying to pretend she hadn’t had the episode at all and was trying to hide something painful. She just wanted to help the girl, maybe she could suggest that the kid be made to go to counselling as her detention to make sure she was forced to go. The nurse had worked with troubled kids before and she knew that sometimes they needed a non to gentle shove into counselling to help them sometimes.
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Post by Rosey on Feb 24, 2010 10:07:17 GMT -5
Let's Dance to Joy Devision and celebrate the irony...[/b][/color][/size] The room seemed charged with a strange kind of tension all of a sudden that seemed to crackle and spit between Dale and the nurse who'd scolded him. He sat on the bed where the more muscular guy was holding him. He'd relaxed his hold; only one hand wrapped around Dale's right upper arm just in case the kid decided to get riled up again. Dale sat there with his arms folded tight against his chest, legs apart but with the toes pointing slightly inwards. Jet-black hair fluffed up around his head so that he looked like some dark avenging angel; he still wore nothing but his underwear (no one had thought about trying to dress him while he lay out of it on the bed). The nurse couldn't drag her gaze away from Dale's face for a moment. His mouth was set in a firm line, his jawline was tense. Those big blue eyes which were normally so full of laughter and warmth were now icy and cold. Dale glared at the nurse who'd told him off – and the woman almost broke under the intensity of his stare.
Finally the nurse broke her gaze and she yet he pretended to remain ignorant of his stare as she hurried away, trying to look busy. At this Dale gave a small yet satisfied nod and his face changed. Dale had conveyed without words exactly what he thought of the nurse rebuking him, before she decided to pretend it never happened and pretend to look busy with insignificant tasks, such as straightening out bedsheets on the spare beds, and making sure that the pillows were perfectly align to the bedposts.
Dale couldn't remember much of getting to the academy. He knew it must have taken a while … both of them were in deep shit, and it wasnt like the academy was right next door. And they didn't move straight away, either. Dale could remember that. He could barely remember going under; was he really that tired? He could remember the awful pressure on his chest, the burning of his lungs and the terrible salivary taste of sick in his mouth. He could still taste it.
Dale's powder blue orb's flicked back towards the nurse who had been trying to look busy was actually trying to make herself look useful now by checking up on Rayne. Dale could see the rigid tension in her shoulders – she's worried, so bad. It made Dale feel a little guilty to see that. But he couldn't see what she was doing. Wait he did catch sight of the nurse push her down - gently he noted - into a lying possition against the matress. Then the nurse drew a curtain to shroud Rayne's bed from view. It made Dale feel really guilty, even though he know that … well, this was just an accident. Rayne really didn't look too flash. Did he look that bad?
But that wasnt the real question here … Dale shrugged himself out of the muscular guy's grip, and the guy allowed Dale to do so this time. The nurse beside Rayne walked away now and Dale closed his eyes, breathing short and deep as a wave of nausia rose into his throat (he had the feeling this had happened before). He gripped onto the matress with both hands, making a faint gagging noice before a bucket was hastily thrust towards him. He grabbed onto both sides of it and vomited.
"That is why you shouldn't overexert yourself." He heard the nurse say matter-of-factly and he groaned, salivary remain's staining his chin.
The other nurse (the nice one) appeared and handed him a soft hand towel to wipe his face on. She had a pretty smile; the sort that they teach in medical school. "Maggie." He heard her name tag out loud. Her smile grows into a slightly more genuine one at that. "You should probably eat something. Or at the very least, have some more to drink. You might be a little dehydrated."
"Yeah, prob'bly a little thirsty too." He was surprised that his voice still sounded rather croaky. His chest still hurt, so he decided to stretch himself back down into a lying possition. And it wasnt as hard as he thought it would be – everything still ached, but it wasnt as sharp as it was. Still, he guessed he looked pretty bad. The nurse helped him pull the blankets up to his chest before saying "I'll go get you a glass of water."then turning and walking off at a fast pace. Dale yawned loudly, snuggling a little deeper and peer at the ceiling for a while. It was a very nice ceiling. You know, one of those ones where you can count all the little cracks and rough spots, and play dot to dot with them, or create imaginary lines and pretend your drawing a picture.
Dale felt petty comfy, even if moving wasn't in the cards right now. He can still hear voices, the voices of the two guys that were holding Rayne down before, plus the one who'd been sitting at his bedside. Why the guy had been doing that Dale wasn't sure but he knew it had something to do with them getting there. Dale wanted to find the energy to talk now, he think's he's worn out. He can't stay awake, and soon he fades out again at that point. Real tired...
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It was a day after the little Lake incident and Dale was currently trailing someone. Someone who aparently it seemed did not want to be followed. What would make him think that? Well, for the fact that she seemed to be dodging him everytime they bumped into each other, and was now walking very quickly away from him.
After the little accident the Academy principal had paid Rayne and Dale a visit in the hospital wing, and boy were they in for it. Not only did Dale have this filthy cold now but both he and Rayne had detention together everyday for a week, but the principal called both his uncle and mother; there were a lot of words said, a lot of rebuking, a lot of "we sent you over there to stay safe not drown yourself", threats that his uncle would come over there and kick his ass if he wasn't more careful (aww you can feel the love can't you?). Plus on top of that, since they were disharged from that bland old hospital wing Rayne had been avoiding Dale like the plague.
"...an' you know wha'?" he had decided the best way to get her attention was to be really really reeaaaaaally annoying despite the odd looks he got from people they passed by. He was currently speed walking about two or three steps behind her now, walking around the math and science wing of the Academy. "I don' care what mos' people say, I recon tha' if cavemen had the chance to, I recon they would eat strawberry bootlaces. Wotcher recon? Oh! An' wha' about the black bits in banana's? I've alwys though' they were taranchula's eggs. I tol' Howard - my uncle - that once and he told me to never speak to him again in my life. He didn' mean it though. He likes me, really..."Everything is going wrong but we're so happy! STATUS ;; COMPLETED\ TAGS ;; DALE, APRIL
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Post by Rayne Lenoir on Feb 24, 2010 20:04:06 GMT -5
It was finally the next day after the Lake incident and Rayne had only been aloud out of the nurses station that morning, she had slept most of the time totally exhausted and had occasionally wondered if her roommate was worried about her not rocking up after their initial meeting. She had woken up at some point yesterday and tried to leave in a panic but the nurses had not allowed it. She had begged and pleaded with them trying to get them to understand that her new horse was arriving and she needed to be there to help him off the trailer and get him settled.
She had been met by refusal, being told that the stable hands would manage without her and she was not to leave the room until they were convinced she was fine. Rayne had pouted for a while after that, she wanted to meet her new horse, he would be the one that kept her busy this year, and away from people as she had purposefully brought the most cantankerous and hard to train stallion she could find knowing she needed something to keep her mind active if she wanted to get through this.
Since getting out this morning she had learnt that her and Dale would be serving detention together for a week! And that she was expected to go to counselling, apparently the nurse had set it up while she had been sleeping off her exhaustion and getting some strength back. Yes she was well aware that she had screamed and thrashed about, which to the nurses may have seemed irrational and in a way was, but she didn’t think they would have made her go to counselling over it.
As she rushed down the hallways trying to ignore her little stalker who was trying to keep up and keeping up some random chatter the whole time, she was fuming about the prospect of a counsellor trying to get her troubles out of her. As if she really wanted to speak to a stranger about her problems, let alone one who worked for the school. They always go on about patient confidentiality but she knew if she started spilling her guts they would be talking about it in the staff room and then the looks would begin.
The ones she ran from her home town from, the ones that held in them pity, she didn’t want to be pitied she didn’t want to think about it she just wanted to get on with her life, or at least try to scrape together some scrap of life. The school had called her best friends mum, who Rayne had put down as her parent when she enrolled herself, again she didn’t want this school to think she didn’t have any parents. Besides her best friends mum had been just like a real mum over the years and she had talked to her on the phone for some time after the school had. She had told Rayne that she was disappointed she had skipped class but proud of her for saving the kid, but also not to over exert herself like that again, that they loved her and they didn’t want to lose her, to think about what it would do to her best friend.
Rayne had felt terrible after that but at the same time she felt loved it was nice to have someone who seemed worried about her. As she rushed down the corridor her mind was filled with thought she was trying to block Dale out, she knew if she listened to what he was actually saying she would probably start laughing at his little jokes and that would encourage friendship. Something she didn’t want to do, she didn’t want to hurt people but those close to her always seemed to get hurt, another reason she left home, at least then her best friend would be safe from her.
Unfortunately this Dale guy was not making the Rayne wants to be a hermit plan very easy, despite her attempts to ignore him and dodge him where possible he was very persistent it was like he had developed some weird hero worshiping thing and it was slightly annoying. The day was almost over and they had to serve detention soon that would be fun at least she wouldn’t have to talk to him there she could appropriately ignore him and they wouldn’t be aloud to talk.
She really just wanted all that to be over for the day so she could finally go and see her horse that had arrived yesterday while she was being held hostage in the nurse’s office. It turned out her roommate had been notified that she wouldn’t be returning that night so she hadn’t worried at all which was good.
Finally she got sick of trying to out walk Dales yabbering after all it was not working very well he wasn’t the sort of person you could ignore properly apparently. So instead she stopped and turned facing him before she began to speak.
“Listen Dale, do yourself a favour and go find some friends here I am not a good friend not for you and not for anyone ok, just trust me you will be better off if you pretend I don’t exist now please just go!”
She said with exasperation, truth be told Rayne liked Dale and he was the sort of person she could see herself being friends with but not anymore since she had decided that friends were out of the question she just hurt people. She turned again and started back down the hall wishing he would stop following her but somehow she knew she was kidding herself.
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Post by Rosey on Mar 1, 2010 1:55:22 GMT -5
Let's Dance to Joy Devision and celebrate the irony...[/b][/color][/size] See the thing about Dale was; he wasn't uesd to having people dislike him. Well, people he thought he had made friends with anyway. The sudden change in Rayne's attitude confused him. And he hated being ignored. It made Dale feel like she'd been winding him up for some strange reason; there had never been a lot of people who ever pretended to be his friend either. Dale knew a lot of people; some were closer to him than others. Others were just people he hung out with; trendy people who hung out in groups and drank spirits and mixed drinks in clubs, telling tales of conquest from his nights on the town. Dale preened and wore his outlandish clothes. He would never shy away from affection; and thought nothing of a quick kiss on the cheek. He'd hold someone's hand or cuddle up to them simply because that's what he does. He never has and never will shy away from making people feel like they're wanted. He's never afraid to compliment someone or make them feel good about themselves - and I think that's because he tries to have a 'treat people how you'd like to be treated' mentality.
The day was overcast today; a complete reverse of what the weather had been like when Dale had first met Rayne. From inside the building, Dale could hear the clouds break, and rain fell down in a torrent, flooding the windscreen and impairing visibility out the window. You could only just make out blurry shape's darting this way and that, trying to find some shelter from the sudden heavy rain.
Dale and Rayne, as I said before had been forced to serve detention together for a week because of their "foolhardy actions", and were currently heading there now, back towards the math and science wing of the Academy. This Dale hadn't minded. That was until he realised that Rayne was making an effort to avoid him. Instead of walking with him, as Dale had thought she would, Rayne was practically jogging ahead of him, and making it very difficult to keep up. Deliberate on her part, he'd worked out.
Dale nearly bumped into her, making a faint squeak of surprise as Rayne turned on him suddenly, his pale eyes wide as she spoke to him directly for the first time since they'd left the hospital wing. He could hear the unexpected aggravation in her tone and he looked at her confused.
Ouch.
Dale’s bottom lip pouted a little and he narrowed his eyes, looking chapfallen as he pushed some of his hair from his eyes and gave the top of his head a quick itch. He narrowed his eyes to the vexed girl. Dale tried to make sense of what he was hearing, but the words were incomprehensible at the moment. It was rediculous. She was having him on, right? “Was only tryin’ to be nice.” He grumbled. It was bad enough that his uncle and mother were mad at him, but now Rayne too.
What was happening? Were'nt they getting along pretty good before? Maybe she just feeling weird about the whole accident yesterday. Truth be told Dale was feeling pretty embaressed about the whole thing himself. After making an elaborate (and painful) escape from the classroom, to come close to drowning, then get carried all the way back to FFA in his underwear. Wait. Rayne had freaked out pretty badly when he'd woken up that second time. What was that all about? He'd honestly thought she must'be been having some sort of fit or worse gonna die or summink (Dale had always been prone to over exxadutating) and Dale was gonna have to explain everything that happened and take the wrap by himself. He didn't like the thought of loosing Rayne so soon either, and he felt bad for what had happened at the Lake as well. He hadn't had a chance to apologise yet, since she was ignoring him and all.
Rayne turned her back on him then, walking her usually quick pace away from him. It seemed that was her thing, either running, swimming or jogging away from him. But that made Dale ever more determined to get her to like him. His brow creased and he took a deep breath in, making a decision. "I don' know why you're actin' like a pringle, but you're not loosing me that quick'y." He called after her, running to catch up. "'Side's we go' detention now don' we? You're stuck with me for an hour now." Dale grinned cheekily now, tongue flicking up to curl impertinently about his incisor.Everything is going wrong but we're so happy! STATUS ;; COMPLETED\ TAGS ;; DALE, RAYNE
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Post by Rayne Lenoir on Mar 3, 2010 8:20:47 GMT -5
It was true they had detention together and she would have to be near him for the whole hour. She couldn’t fathom why the guy didn’t give up, normally if she pushed people away they tended to go away and stay away but he just didn’t seem to follow the usual habits. Well she would just have to work harder to get rid of this one but right now she just didn’t have the energy to do it, besides it was hard on her trying to push the excitable little guy away.
After all she would have liked to be friends with him he was fun and funny but how could she be that selfish, if she was friends with him she would only end up getting him hurt again or even worse next time she might get him killed, and Rayne couldn’t live with herself if she caused that to happen to Dale.
“Yer well at least the teacher wont let you talk in detention so I will get an hour of peace, you might consider reconsidering the sticking around thing, you would be better off.”
Rayne said sarcastically even though it hurt her to say it she wasn’t naturally a mean person, she just believed that she needed to become mean. Because people didn’t want to be friends with mean people and she had decided after the near drowning incident that anyone close to her was doomed to be hurt or killed and she didn’t want to be responsible for that so she would just have to get used to being a mean and nasty little so and so.
Rayne was actually looking forward to detention at least there the teacher would make them be silent, she wouldn’t have to talk which suited her fine just now. It was her extra little punishment after this she was dreading, she had been told that after every detention she was to go to the office and see the school counsellor. There she would be forced to talk, forced to talk about her life so they could psycho analyse her and jump to conclusions about why she acted the way she did about why she was rebelling and about why she woke up screaming after the little near drowning incident.
She had been racking her brain all day trying to think of something to tell then that wasn’t the truth. You see Rayne had a feeling that if she told the counsellor what her life before this place was really like it would soon be all over the school. After all as much as they say there is client privacy and all that bull crap she knew that if she spoke about her past that counsellor would soon have to story spreading through the staff room and it would leak out into the rest of the school.
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Post by Rosey on Mar 15, 2010 9:02:32 GMT -5
Let's Dance to Joy Devision and celebrate the irony...[/b][/color][/size] .---- Five Minutes Later ----
Dale exhaled a rather loud sigh for perhaps the fourth or fifth time since he and Rayne had entered the detention room, patting his palms against a table in front of him as he twisted his head this way and that staring at different object's around the room. The desk he was sitting at was straight across from Rayne's, who he had been hessitant to sit beside but was defiant enough that he could sit behind her. Straight across from Rayne was a blase-looking teacher sitting in silence; completely ignoring the two students she was minding.
Minding. The word itself made Dale feel like he was being baby-sat. The room around him was like any average classroom, blinded windowss hung upon the otherwise blank, bland walls. Stained carpeting covered the floor; Dale didn't want to think about what sort of stains they were, but he still looked down at them on and off throughout his entire time waiting in this Gods-forsaken room.
The chair he was perched upon was uncomfortable, and he found that he was adjusting his possition every few minutes trying to find a more tollerable possition. Right now he was sitting with his back sat right up against the back of the chair with his leg's pulled right up to his chest. His shoes pointed inwards, toes rubbing together. His palm's tapped against the table, so far unsucessful in recieving an upward glance from the teacher or any sort of reaction from Rayne either for that matter. His long raven feathery hair fell around his face, like a massive curtain around his eyes. It made him feel kinda sneaky, like he could plot his little act's of misdeed's and feel like no one was wising onto him about it.
So far Rayne seemed to have ignored most of Dale's attempt's at getting her attention. It confused him why she would so suddenly start ignoring him like this; Dale hated to be ignored. For some reason she just didn't seem to want him around and it made him want to be around her even more. Everybody liked Dale. He didn't buy it. Dale didn't think very often, but now he was he was racking his brains to try and think of an explanation. Inside his head he could hear his brain cell complaining loudly about how on earth he was supposed to spend quality time with his receptionist and the latest trends if he had to cope with all this unusual activity, but Dale ignored him. He needed to figure this out. His friendship with Rayne was on the line.
He'd tried 'psst'ing at her, and nothing. He'd tried to poke her in the shoulderblade with a pencil, and nothing. He'd even tried coughing her name and nothing. Before the teacher threatened to keep them both in longer. He was running out of ideas!
So trying to get her attention by method of psst, poking and coughing wasn't working. Maybe if he couldn't her to to talk to him, at least maybe he could get her to say "ow"? So with this newly hatched plan, Dale decided to put it into action. Lowering his leg's so that his feet rested upon the floor; Dale reached under the desk and opened up the zipper bag that he had started using to keep his school thing's in. He had tried carrying most of what he had, thinking that there was no way that he'd ever be able to find a bag would suit every bit of clothing he had - but at least it was close! Just a little something that slung over one shoulder, which kept a few books, and a small pencil case. And a RULER! Muahahaha!
With a sneaky grin, Dale kept his eyes ahead of the room as he pulled the plastic measuring stick from his bag and held it up, edging it slowly towards the back of Rayne's head. He glanced at the front of the room, leaned a little closer. Glanced again, leaned a little closer. He was nearly there! Then 'whack' he gave the top of her head a firm flick with the ruler and sat back straight in his seat, tossing the ruler to the side and looking away as he placed his hands back on the desk. "Dale McCall!" Dale's eyes shot open even wider than they usually were, looking up at the voice with a look of pure practiced innocence, face looking like butter wouldn't dare melt in his mouth. "Yeees?"Everything is going wrong but we're so happy! STATUS ;; COMPLETED\ TAGS ;; DALE, RAYNE
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Post by Rayne Lenoir on Mar 22, 2010 0:11:54 GMT -5
She had only been sitting in detention for 5 minutes and already Dale was driving her up the wall, he had chosen to sit behind her and his constant sighing and psst'ing at her was driving her up the wall. Though she refused to let him see that he was annoying her with it, instead she kept her head down drawing on her book just random scribbles really, she started with a line and just added too it, putting a series of circles here and swirls there, a few patterns over there and some broken lines. Just a jumble of random different shapes and lines forming together into one big strange but intriguing pattern, here and there you could see where the shapes came together to form something, like the representation of an eye, or a sun, here and there you could see a small ying and yang symbol and a peace sign, something that looked like a butterfly or a bee. The more you looked at one of these drawings the more you tended to find in them.
Rayne concentrated on her picture trying her hardest to ignore the guy behind her, she knew it was cruel he was a nice guy, annoying when he wanted to get your attention but nice, but she knew that making him hate her would be less painful to him in the long run then allowing him to be her friend. She didn't notice the teacher throwing scowls at the guy sitting behind her as he tried desperately to get her attention, nor did she realize what he was planning until it was too late.
She felt the sharp whack on her head and almost cried out as the ruler slapped her around the head, before she had a chance to turn around and yell at him herself the teacher at the front had said his name as sharply as Rayne had been hit on the head. She heard his his reply, a yes that he tried to make sound as if he was completely innocent like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, Rayne sat there looking down at her work pretending not to notice any of this. When the teachers voice had interrupted her from yelling out she thought about it and realized that the only reason he would have hit her with a ruler was to get some sort of reaction from her where his psst's and sighing had failed.
"Get your stuff, you can sit at the desk right in front of mine Mr. McCall"
The teacher snapped, it wasn't like she could put him in detention, he was already there, but she could move him away from Rayne who for some strange reason he seemed obsessed with annoying today, though the teacher was impressed with the girls ability to ignore him. Especially after he whacked her over the head with the ruler, the teacher was standing now, tapping her foot and waiting for the young boy to move his stuff and his self to the desk directly in front of hers, it was so close to her desk it was all but touching it.
Rayne couldn't help giving a small smirk as the teacher pointed at the desk right in front of the room, it was the desk that no one ever wanted to sit at, usually the last person to arrive in class got saddled with it and they would be teased for it until someone else got landed with having to sit there.
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Post by Rosey on May 15, 2010 7:30:18 GMT -5
Let's Dance to Joy Devision and celebrate the irony...[/b][/color][/size] You know, Dale liked taking risks. He liked bending the rules to conform to his own selfish desires, and he liked going against the grain. He was not really sure what he was thinking trying to irritate Rayne into talking to him, but he did it anyways. Maybe because it did het him some sort of attention filled him with adrenaline, knowing he could get into some serious trouble if he was caught – could he? He’d managed to wiggle his way out of things in the past though, so he wasn’t too worried.
Thing is though, Dale hates being ignored. He'd figured that if he couldn't get Rayne to talk to him, then perhap's he could get her to say "ow" but still, nothing. Well that wasn't strictly true... she'd flinched, but it still hadn't satisfied Dale's attention-deprivtion. His blue orb’s flicked to the front of the room, watching through his curtain of bottle-black hair as he grabbed a pen from his small zipper pencil case, slowing drawing it closer to him, watching the front of the room intently for any signs that the teacher had wised onto what he was doing. After a few second’s, he began to scrawl on one of the inside sheet's of his open textbook. Snickering softly, Dale chanced a furtive glance towards the front of the desk again, as well as a smirk.
Dale folded the paper cautiously, but just as he did, he heard a voice bark from the front of the room. [/b]“Mr McCall,”[/b] Dale’s shoulder’s stiffened. He hated it when people addressed him by his surname, or full name for that matter - it always meant only one thing, that he was in BIG trouble. “Hhm?” He looked at the teacher with big, blue, innocent eyes. “That isn’t a note I see under your hand is it?” Dale looked down at his palm, lying flat against the desk, trying to conceal the paper. The whole room was quiet now; save the clock’s ticking that continued reverberating off the walls as all other time stopped. The foreground, now, was Dale’s beating heart, fastening it’s pace to beat a fraction faster against his rib-cage. He knew that he was sprung, and that if he openly admitted that he’d been intending to passing notes, then the whole class (let's face it, it was only him, and Rayne)would know he just gave right into the teacher, flaunting his fantasized authority. But if he made this interesting, at least he’d leave a more favored first-impression. It wasn’t only his own reputation he’d be saving either; Rayne was in this with him. “It’s only a study shee’, sir.” He fibbed, in his cockney lilt. “Is that so? Well you wouldn’t mind reading out what you have so far, would you?”“You’re a very cynical man, sir, and it’s insultin’ to both me, an’ her,” He nodded towards Rayne. “we’re tryin’ our hardes' to behave.”“What does it say?” The teacher asked, his arms crossed, the fingers on one hand tapping impatiently against his other arm. “Perhaps you shouldn’ be in this position of power, if you can’ actually read, sir.” Dale spoke matter-of-factly. “What did you actually write?” The teacher rephrased his previous question. Irritancy laced his voice. Bottom lip clamped between his top and bottom teeth, Dale was trying fruitlessly to disguise his grin into something a little more collected. "Nothin' sir."There was a scraping of chair legs as the teacher rose from his seat. His slow footstep's reaching Dale's ear drums as the man walked towards his desk. "Let me see." It was not a question this time, and Dale' hand twitched over the small folded paper. "You know, I heard about your little near-drowning incident Mr McCall. The nurse informed me that the young men who'd brought both you and Rayne back to the Academy told her that you very well drowned, albeit briefly. But due to the efforts of Miss Lenoir here, you were saved just in time." At this revelation, Dale cast his blue eyes down towards the desk. Even now he hadn't completely realised how bad it had been. "I'm wondering if since your brain was starved of oxygen for so long, if you'd suffered any brain damage. Wouldn't be surprising."Dale's mouth gaped open. Teacher's weren't meant to say stuff like that! They were meant to put up with whatever the student threw at them. They weren't meant to be... human. It wasn’t natural. Dale turned his pointed face away from the teacher; his long dark locks of hair creating a curtain around his face as he rose to his feet, the first tears welling in his eyes and tipping over the brims, trickling down his face. One dropped down over his nose, making it tickle, and angrily, he swiped it away with the back of his hand. Crying confused him – he felt so ungrateful, weeping for a reason he couldn't think of when there were plenty of others worse off than he was. He was one of the lucky ones – he had brilliant friends (amongst the more shallow ones), a fabulous wardrobe, great taste in music, an envious social life, amazing hair and a pretty face. How could something so trivial like word’s bring him down so easily? But they could, and they had. Most men might often resort to becoming quite abrasive and aggressive. Sometimes there was no point in smack talk. Dale could remember one time, way back in London he'd been out with a few friends when a guy (who had obviously had a few too many to drink) started heckling Dale, shouting at him from across the street. A "fucking transvestite" the guy had called Dale. “Points to you though, mate. Anyone who bum’s ya can pretend you’re a he or a she. I’m sure it must be hours of fun.” The drunk had finished on a laugh. Except he was the only one laughing. It was like that in London. Up North it was a slightly more self-deprecating thing. In London it was much more attacking and people really took the piss. You had to be on your guard otherwise you just get caned. Dale had been beaten up then. His stomach livid with bruises when he'd gotten home. His few friends who he'd been with had bolted as soon as the drunk had started crossing the road. Cowards. Who needs friends like that? They weren't like Rayne that was for sure. But why was it that she suddenly hated him so much? Dale’s bottom lip pouted a little and inhaled deeply. “Sc’use me.” He grumbled, so softly that he wasn’t sure whether the teacher heard him or not. Uh oh! It was starting now; get ready for it! Dale was about to sulk. Not waiting for a come-back as he rose from the desk, chair scraping behind him, Dale walked towards the door and exited the room. He didn't look back. Tear's continued to run down his cheeks and he angrily swiped them away with the back of his hand. He wasn’t sure where he was walking, he simply trusted his feet to take him wherever they wanted to. There were no students in sight and for this Dale was grateful. Every time he did this, it was in private – always in private. Not that it happened often. But, on the rare occasions that it had, there had never been a reason for it – nothing that came straight to mind, anyway. He wasn't supposed to cry. His life was bright colours and music, rainbows and candy-floss. It wasn't expected of him to be miserable. It was like it was written in stone that nothing could ever upset Dale McCall – which is why, when he did feel the need for a good cry, he made sure no one was around to see it. Dale continued to walk through the corridor, towards the exit of the main building, where Rayne had first pulled him out of class and the whole fiasco began. He pulled his knees up to his chin and rested his head on them, a sob getting caught in his throat. He coughed, but for some reason it only made it worse, and he put his hands to his head, pulling at his hair as he took in a sharp, shaky breath, the trickle of tears turning into a flood as he gave in and openly wept, the hot drops running over his lips, and he licked them away, the sour saltiness making him pull a face and cry even harder. After a while, his stomach started to ache as the muscles began to protest sharply against being clenched in his doubled over position. He didn't care though, and the more he shook, the more it hurt, and the more it hurt, the more he wailed, his nose running and his head feeling like it was about to explode. Every ounce of energy had been completely sucked from him, so he settled for wiping face against his knees, not caring about the fact that he was rubbing snot and eyeliner all over his favourite skinny pants. He was completely wretched.[/size] Everything is going wrong but we're so happy! STATUS ;; COMPLETED\ TAGS ;; DALE ;; RAYNE
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