Time Warp: Illiteracy and Idiocy (Gray)

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February 2012

The weather had warmed up again...and then another cold snap hit and everyone was holing up inside again. Oriel was tired of being pent up in his room, though, so all those other creepoids could just enjoy their stupid hot-chocolate and fireplace gatherings without him! Oriel didn't need them....

He'd probably just....throw himself at one of them again, and not in the delightfully sexy way he preferred to throw himself at a hot skank. Speaking of hot skanks, Oriel wondered what that Takajawea(that wasn't it) person was doing right now? If he had to be holed up to keep himself warm, then he'd rather do it in the bed of a fine shaped ho like her. He'd try to remember her name by the time he showed up at her door.

Oriel could use a girl to wrap himself around right now.

The night hadn't been a blissful one, to put it mildly. Just another common case of insomnia, he'd say, but it was more to it than that, though he'd never admit it. Oriel hated that whenever he closed his eyes demons of yore and yonder(what?) would come descending down into his nightmares. It'd been another night where he woke up in a pool of sweat at 3 o'clock in the morning, only to lie awake for the next two hours trying to not have a panic attack, and then resorting to freezing his ass off with the window open just so he could have a cigarette. Oriel didn't know how much more he could take of this....

At least he was finally using his bed and not the floor, right? The bright side sucked.

Anyway, Oriel didn't mind freezing, he'd survived plenty of winters before back home in NYC without doing that, so if that's where he needed to be to get some fucking breath, then that's where he was going to be.

Keeping the body moving was the key, and he was doing that splendidly as he tromped across the snow-laden courtyard, making his way from the barracks(dorms) to the school proper for whatever dietary needs they thought he required to stay fed. There was a bulletin board just outside the auditorium, and he paused there to....stare blankly at the fucking flyers posted on it that he couldn't decipher if his life depended on it. Correction: stare angrily. That crease between his eyebrows was no illusion, nor was the super-scowl on his face. The only word he could immediately recognize was "Dance" and that was only because it was posted there in big red letters, obviously to draw attention to it amid the clusterfuck of other leaflets. The scheme worked with Oriel, but hell if he could see what the fuck they were trying to bait him into.

Oriel squinted and leaned in closer, vaguely mouthing the words he thought he saw slowly of the advertisement for the school dance team. No, he wasn't interested! Why would he want to do something so stupid as to join a fucking club...?

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Grayson had never had a hard time adjusting to new schools, not when he'd spent most of the first few years of his life moving across states. It was a bit more annoying than usual considering they had decided to not move anymore after his father's death and he'd been settled at the same school for almost five years before the surprise of his manifestation had moved him from Michigan to Vermont.

He had been at Hammel for long enough that he was plenty settled in, enough that he'd reestablished his own little gossip network. Which was absolutely necessary for a nosy guy like him to make sure he was appropriately involved in everyone's business. He was even pretty okay with the shock of suddenly having an ability, in fact, he rather enjoyed the special attention factors of it and it fit his personality rather well to be able to detect lies and uncover truths. He'd be the first to admit that it definitely inflated his already large ego.

This would be his first time surviving February away from his family, though, and that had him on edge. He was already bad enough this time of year when he was back home, so, of course, it was only worse now that he was here. He left his dorm for classes and food, in that order of importance, because unfortunately food was necessary to sustain life whether or not he had an appetite.

Typically Gray was not at the height of fashion, but he did manage to look good with his casual manner of dress. It fit him more than thought out outfits, and honestly he just looked good in most things. He wouldn't usually engage anyone when he was in as poor of a mood as he was in, created by his distaste of being sad so only causing it to cycle itself into some constantly growing anger, but something about the boy he passed on his way to get something on his stomach even if it was likely it'd only cause him to feel sick later anyway begged him to speak. And not out of some kind of sudden discovery of kindness, but because holy shit he looked so fucking stupid glaring at the flyers like they had personally offended him by their very existence.

"Having trouble?" He called out, the typical demeaning tone in his voice enhanced by the amused raise of his brow and lift at the corner of his lips. "Staring at it won't do anything you know."

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The flyers had personally offended him by their very existence. Just like that stupid fucking vending machine that never gave him what he wanted when he paid for it fair and square! Or that fucking trash can that he beat to shit the other day until it was completely unrecognizable as a trash can. It was it’s own fault for being in the way when Oriel was in a bad mood.

Today it was the flyers and whatever bullshit they had printed on them that Oriel just couldn’t access no matter how hard he stared at them. But still he stared, as if doing it long enough would inspire the scraps of paper to divulge it’s secrets to him. The voice that pointed out that fallacy only served to annoy him.

Oriel’s expression remained unchanged, though he did turn his gaze ever so slightly to the irritant who had so cordially offered his unwanted opinion to the 14-year-old boy. His dark brown eyes scanned the other kid from head to toe and he immediately decided that this kid was a loser and not worth his time. Oriel shrugged a shoulder, pulling up his thin blue jacket over the bare skin(of course he was only wearing a tank underneath despite the cold), and snorted half in amusement, half in utter indifference. Maybe if he ignored this pest, it would go away and leave him to fail in peace?

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Ignoring Grayson was typically one's best course of action, simply remaining unresponsive might be the only way to ensure that young teen would butt his way out of one's business...Might. However, Oriel hadn't completely ignored Gray's intrusion and even if it was only a look and a shrug, it was enough. After all, it didn't take much to get Gray to want to insert his presence where it was neither wanted or needed.

"I could read it out to you if you're having trouble," He drew closer, his expression still betraying the seemingly helpful response to the other's indifference. Grayson reached out to smooth his hand over the flyer, pointing to the first word and looking down at the rather lanky teen, "What does that word say?"

Grayson didn't actually know that the teen was having trouble reading, in fact, he thought he could probably read just as well as he should be at his age. He just did it because he was trying to irritate him, and what better way to do so then to pretend someone lacked basic skills?

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As if he was going to reveal the fact that he was actually having trouble reading this worthless scrap of paper. Even if this snarky chink guessed correctly, Oriel planned on denying it until he was blue in the face. Or he could just make him blue in the face. Black and blue, that is.

“Sure ain’t nothing useful, ‘least not for you,” he finally responded with a snort. “Think you ought t’be looking for some ‘family planning’ or something ‘stead of wasting time on that shit.” Oriel sent the other teen a devilish look, his smile twisting crookedly up one side of his face. “‘Cause I am going to fuck that yellow ass of yours if you don’t shut it….wait, that’s your mouth,” he continued as though it was some awe-inspiring revelation. “My mistake, I couldn’t tell the difference.”