Bently Witte
Meister
Student 16
Music is the soul, music is an art.
Posts: 36
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Post by Bently Witte on Dec 28, 2012 22:50:56 GMT -5
Bently sighed to himself as he snapped the book he was reading closed. He hated being a one-star meister; it meant that the amount of books he could read was very limited. He hated that. Bently wanted to be able to access any information he could; part of him wanted to become a staff member after he graduated just so he could have access to Level 3 books. Ugh, it was irritating. Bently shoved the book he had been reading back on the shelf where it belong and turned his back on the bookshelf. With another sigh, Bently lifted his headphones from around his neck and placed them over his ears. He fished out his iPod from his pocket and switched it on, placing the songs on random.
That done, Bently shoved his iPod into his pocket and then tucked his hands into his pants pockets. He hunched over slightly, hiding his chin in the folds of his shirt. His shoulders covered up the lover part of his jaw. Bently was so done with the library. With a quick motion, Bently was off, out the library door in seconds. Once free from the library, Bently didn't know what to do. He just needed to be... away. Somewhere someone wouldn't find him. A goal in mind, Bently made his way slowly out of the DWMA and then around the school to the flower garden in the back of the school. He stepped through the gate that protected the garden from the wild garden and made his way to a bench in the depths of the flower garden. No one would look for him there.
Bently slouched on the bench and closed his eyes, mouthing the words to the song that blared in his ears. "Oh, oh, oh, how was I supposed to know that you were oh, oh, over me. I think that I should go (GO!). Something's telling me to leave but I won't, 'Cause I'm damned if I do ya, damned if I don't." A faint smile tugged at Bently's lips as he bumped his favorite band and he let himself relax, happy with the alone time he'd managed to secure for himself. With his luck, though, someone would come along and force company upon him. Then again if it was Hugh, Bently wouldn't mind. It probably wouldn't be Hugh.
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Death the Kid
Meister
Student 17
Symmetry is key, everything must be aesthetically pleasing.
Posts: 15
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Post by Death the Kid on Dec 29, 2012 20:56:29 GMT -5
Death the Kid stood in the gardens overseeing the work of the gardeners. He stood, to his full height and waited for one of them to mess up. Putting his hands on his hips, and zeroed in on a female gardener working nearby. One blue, two pink, one blue, two purple. He looked to the nearby flower beds and counted. One blue, two purple, one blue, two pink. Huffing, he approached the woman and tapped her shoulder.
"Excuse me, I think you got your flowers in the wrong order. " Kid said politely. He pointed to the flowers and the woman made a face at him. "No one said what order, just that these are the colors that they wanted." the woman replied snottily. She wiped the dirty glove across her face and left a smudge of dirt. Kid cringed but didn't back down. "Do you know who I am? I am Lord Death's son, and I'm in charge of making sure that everything is symmetrical. Now fix it." He demanded.
Smiling as she fixed it, he stepped away and observed the work again. Once everything was finished, he turned around and walked happily back towards the library. He stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed a kid walk from there towards him. His mouth quivered. "So... So.. So asymmetrical!" He cried out. "The bangs on that side are thicker than that side and you only have a mole on one side of your face!" Kid covered his face and sighed.
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Bently Witte
Meister
Student 16
Music is the soul, music is an art.
Posts: 36
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Post by Bently Witte on Dec 29, 2012 22:15:10 GMT -5
Bently sighed to himself and looked up, hearing someone's muffled voice. He peered around the garden blankly, wondering who the hell was being so loud that he could hear them through his headphones. The DWMA had such loud students and adults. What the hell was wrong with the students around here? Ugh. Bently looked back down, when he saw a motion out of the corner of his eye. So, naturally, he looked. And his face turned tomato red.
Death the Kid stood nearby, closer to the gate of the garden than anything. And... he was looking right at Bently. The faux-blond slid his headphones off in time to hear the son of the school's headmaster call him asymmetrical. Of course, Bently's brain deadpanned. His first interaction with the guy he had a crush on from afar and he was being insulted. That was pleasant.
"...'Scuse me?" Bently asked quietly, taking a few steps closer to Kid. "My bangs are fine," the faux-blond hissed, narrowing his eyes as Kid's words fully registered. "And it's not a mole, it is a beauty mark." Calm your shit, he added mentally, not wanting to insult Kid right away. Bently grumbled to himself and looked down at his shoes, biting his lip as he did so. Maybe if he hid his 'asymmetrical' features, Kid wouldn't insult him and Bently could pretend their first meeting was like he'd pretended in his head, with All Time Low even playing 'in the background', i.e. his headphones. Bently stood there awkwardly instead, looking at his shoes.
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Death the Kid
Meister
Student 17
Symmetry is key, everything must be aesthetically pleasing.
Posts: 15
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Post by Death the Kid on Dec 30, 2012 2:01:42 GMT -5
"Your bangs are certainly not fine." Kid said as he stepped close enough to hear the kid breathe. Reaching up, he gently fluffed that kid's hair, trying to even out the bangs. After he felt they were even enough, he took his thumb and pressed it over the beauty mark. He held a hand up to his chin and observed his work. "Hmm. Almost perfection." He bit his lip for a moment. "I wonder if Liz has any concealer." Kid smiled and nodded.
He looked the kid over and silently admire the kids golden hair. 'All one color too.. Kid extended his hand, "I'm Death the Kid. Kid said as he smiled.
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Bently Witte
Meister
Student 16
Music is the soul, music is an art.
Posts: 36
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Post by Bently Witte on Dec 30, 2012 2:42:02 GMT -5
Whatever Bently thought the son of Death was going to do, what actually happened was not it. He heard the other boy move around and figured he better look up in case Kid attacked him or something. What he got was a lot different. Bently could honestly say he never expected Death the Kid to be that close to him. He never expected to be able to hear Kid's breathing or see the two colors of his eyes.
For a moment, Bently's mind went blank. Then he was aware of someone touching his hair. That someone could only be the boy in front of him. On cue, his face started feeling warm, and it took a lot of self-control for Bently not to just run away. He really did like Kid; he wanted to make a slightly good impression.
"Can you not mess up my hair?" the faux-blond deadpanned, peering up at the black haired boy in front of him. At his sides, Bently's hands twitched and, around his neck, his headphones changed songs, blaring out the next song obnoxiously. Bently briefly wondered if Kid even knew who Avenue Q was or if he was even hearing the lyrics playing. There's a fine, fine line between love and waste of time, Bently sung in his head. His mind was derailed (once again) because Kid's thumb... His thumb was touching Bently's face. Sure, he was touching his mole -ehm, beauty mark, but... Kid was touching Bently! And Bently was sure his face was bright red.
When Kid offered his name and his hand, Bently was surprised that he got any words out at all. "I-I know who you are," he muttered, taking Death the Kid's hand. "I'm Bently Witte." He gave Kid's hand a quick shake and pulled away, digging his hand in his pocket. He didn't want to listen to a goddamn romance song in front of Kid. He quickly hit next, glad that his headphones started blaring out a Falling in Reverse song. Bently put his iPod away and looked up at Kid. "Just so you know," he added, "I don't need concealer. I look fine." Well, maybe, Bently told himself. But if Kid kept smiling at him, Bently would probably cease feeling and thinking 'fine', not considering that he would keep blushing if Death the fucking Kid didn't turn that smile elsewhere.
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Death the Kid
Meister
Student 17
Symmetry is key, everything must be aesthetically pleasing.
Posts: 15
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Post by Death the Kid on Dec 30, 2012 18:45:12 GMT -5
"Calm down, I was just joking around. I never pay attention to how asymmetrical a person can be. I mean, I'm fine around Crona." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back a bit. "Bently, hm? That's six letters. Hrmm.." Death the kid smiled before saying, "At least something is symmetrical, if only a bit." He straightened out his jacket and looked over Bently again.
"You're right, you don't need concealer. Maybe a little asymmetricalness is good ever once in a while. It's a good look." Kid bit his lip and awkwardly looked away. 'I'm coming off to strong aren't I? Oh, god, Oh, god, Oh, god.' Kid felt extremely nervous for some reason and he silently wondered how fast he could make up an excuse and run away. Maybe Bently didn't take it like that. Hrm.
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Bently Witte
Meister
Student 16
Music is the soul, music is an art.
Posts: 36
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Post by Bently Witte on Dec 30, 2012 20:20:14 GMT -5
Bently opened his mouth to reply when Kid told him to calm down, but at the mention of Crona the faux-blond snapped his mouth shut. Right. Crona. Bently vaguely knew who Crona was. Something about being a weapon and a meister in one. Ugh. That's right. Kid had friends. And probably a girlfriend. Shit.
The faux-blond picked absently at the bottom of his shirt as Kid commented on his name. "...So does my name pass the Death the Kid Inspection of Symmetry?" Bently asked, almost sarcastically. As soon as the words passed his lips, Bently immediately regretted it. He really did want to make a good impression Kid because he really, really liked the boy. Damn he was stupid. Plus what did it matter? Kid was probably just entertaining Bently before his friends came over to hustle Kid back to the DWMA.
His thoughts came to a halt and back-tracked, though, when Kid said he had a good look. Did... he just get called attractive? No. No. "Um... Thank you?" Bently muttered, reaching up to touch his mole. "Are you sure it's not going to bother you?" Bently asked lightly, his tone almost playful, as he dropped his hand. The faux-blond shifted his feet absently, leaning back a little. Maybe he should go. Part of him wanted to go, but part of him said there wasn't going to be another chance to talk to Death the Kid. Well, outside of his dreams and his weird day-dreams.
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Death the Kid
Meister
Student 17
Symmetry is key, everything must be aesthetically pleasing.
Posts: 15
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Post by Death the Kid on Dec 31, 2012 0:33:45 GMT -5
"Oh, no. Oh, no. It won't bother me at all. As long as you sit to right, alright?" Kid smiled at Bently before sticking his hands in his pockets. "You free on... hm, Saturday?" Kid asked, as nonchalantly as possible. "My friends are having a dinner at Deathsteraunt's. I don't have anyone to bring because Liz and Patti are busy." He chewed his lip and tried to act as cool as a cucumber. though, what he was saying wasn't the truth. There was no party. Just a very curious Kid who needed to figure this out. He was a cool cucumber, who never lost their cool, right? Kid has been loosing his cool though. Ever since Bently showed up in his school, he's been questioning a lot about himself. Argh. Kid kinda sighed a little underneath his breath. "You don't have to if you don't want to, just an offer." He turned to walk away, but paused for a second to get a reply.
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Bently Witte
Meister
Student 16
Music is the soul, music is an art.
Posts: 36
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Post by Bently Witte on Dec 31, 2012 0:58:41 GMT -5
"Sit to the right?" Bently asked, bemused. "Implying that I will be seeing you often enough for it to matter?" the blond proceeded to say, once again finding himself regretting his words. He needed to think about his words, not just say stuff. He ended up looking like a fool. Ugh. Bently wouldn't be surprised if Kid laughed at him and told him no. 'You've been Punk'd' or something like that. Bently looked down at his shoes and tugged at the bottom of his shirt, picking at the cloth there.
"You free on... hm, Saturday?"
Bently jerked his head up and stumbled, taking a step back. What? Did Kid just... what the hell just happened? No way did Death the Kid just ask him on a date. No. As Kid continued, Bently felt his erratically beating heart almost deflate and slow back down. There was a party and Kid's weapons weren't able to go. So he was a place holder? Geez, he could have gotten anyone from his class and... Well, he did ask Bently. The blond stuttered for a moment, not entirely sure what to say. First, he was excited. Then he was downtrodden. And he managed to get his own hopes back up again.
"A party?" Bently finally asked. "Deathsteraunt is expensive... Um... Sure," he finally said. "Sounds good. But..." He hesitated, not sure if he wanted to push his financial troubles on the other boy. "Um... Do they have anything cheap? I uh don't have a job... So, uh..." He trailed off, biting his bottom lip. He was just going to end up digging himself in a hole, wasn't he? "Nevermind. Yeah. I'll be there. What time?" Bently looked down at his shoes briefly and smiled; he was going out to eat with Death the Kid! And he thought something like this would only happen in a bad daydream during P.E.
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Death the Kid
Meister
Student 17
Symmetry is key, everything must be aesthetically pleasing.
Posts: 15
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Post by Death the Kid on Dec 31, 2012 1:42:31 GMT -5
Kid smiled before speaking, "Well, being the son of Death, has it's perks I assure you. I get a discount at everywhere, And, I get a pretty hefty allowance for being the good son that I am." Kid smirked a little before patting Bently's shoulder. "Don't worry about the money, just show up looking nice. And sit on my right." Kid chuckled before motioning towards the school. "If you have any questions, You can almost always find me in the library or at the cafe."
He turned to leave but stopped for a moment. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a black envelope and handed it to Bently. "Here's the invitation. My number is inside. Don't hesitate to get ahold of me." He smiled and waited silently for his reply. His eyes drifting from his lips up to his eyes. 'His lips seem pretty symmetrical.' Kid's mouth watered slightly but he tried to remain cool. Cool as a cucumber. Cucumber cool is I.
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Bently Witte
Meister
Student 16
Music is the soul, music is an art.
Posts: 36
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Post by Bently Witte on Dec 31, 2012 2:39:27 GMT -5
Bently almost sighed in relief. He wouldn't have to sap at his and Hugh's meager funds for some random party. Although Bently did have to wonder, if it was a party, wouldn't the food already be catered? Well, he didn't know what rich people did with their time so he couldn't really say. Instead of thinking about that, Bently said, "Looking nice, sitting on your right." He paused. "Nice... being... Black tie style?" He swallowed. He didn't own anything black tie. The best he had were some slacks and one of those tuxedo print t-shirts. Was that considered nice? He could wear a plain long sleeved shirt instead.
Bently glanced down at his shoes and looked up abruptly. "Do my platforms count as nice?" He slapped a hand over his mouth, embarrassed. Sure, it was obvious, but Bently never actually outright said he wore platform shoes. Was it Kid's presence causing his mind to malfunction? That was bad.
When Kid handed him an envelope, he took it, vaguely wondering if it had been for anyone else. Probably one of his friends. "Okay. If... I think of anything I'll give you a ring..." If I can find my cellphone, Bently mentally added. He didn't know what happened to that thing. He sucked at keeping his phone on him. Bently gripped the invitation tightly in his hand and he bit his lip, his eyes dropping to his shoes as his iPod changed songs to some JRock song he had. Did he leave now? Should he and Kid go their separate ways? Bently was bad at the whole friend thing.
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Death the Kid
Meister
Student 17
Symmetry is key, everything must be aesthetically pleasing.
Posts: 15
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Post by Death the Kid on Dec 31, 2012 4:33:26 GMT -5
Kid smiled "Don't worry about clothes. Anything will do, really. You could show up naked for all I care." Kid said while he blushed and laughed. He scratched the back of his head. He walked away a bit, waving his hand at Bently. "Saturday. Don't forget." He stops and turns around, looking at Bently.
"Do you need a lift?" Kid asked with a smile. He waited paitiently for a few seconds before turning around and walking away. "Send me a text sometime."
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Bently Witte
Meister
Student 16
Music is the soul, music is an art.
Posts: 36
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Post by Bently Witte on Dec 31, 2012 5:05:00 GMT -5
Bently nodded slowly and looked down at his shoes when he noticed Kid was blushing. Why was Kid blushing? It wasn't like he was talking to the love of his teenage life or anything. Wait. Did he really just think that? Oh Jesus, he really had it bad for Death the Kid, didn't he? Bently brought his fingers up to pick at the hem of his shirt, looking up when he heard Kid remind him about Saturday.
"Saturday, Kid, I'll remember." How could he forget their kind of date? It wasn't a real date if there were going to be other people, but Bently could pretend it was a kind-of date. When Kid asked if he needed a lift, Bently was sad to decline, but he really did want to sit in the gardens and listen to his music. "Um, no thank you. I don't need a lift. I'll text you," Bently promised, waving as the son of Death left him alone.
With a stupid smile on his face directed at the ground, Bently turned and walked into the depths of the garden, not taking notice of the gardeners looking at him. They were probably looking at him because he got off scott free in that encounter with Death the Kid, even though he was asymmetrical. But Bently didn't care about that. He was just happy Kid noticed and talked to him. Bently was happy. He couldn't wait until Saturday.
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