Electroshock [ Wren ]

[AUSTIN JAMES PHILIPS]

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Shock, shock, electrorock and steady now clear

A sigh passed a pale boy’s lips as he sat on a chair, arms spread across a desk. He had the end of a pen shoved in his mouth as he stared in dismay at the enormous amount of homework assignments sprawled on the desk in front of him. This boy was sitting at this very chair from the afternoon and time had gone by so fast that it was already around 12am. This boy went by the name of Austin James Philips and he wasn’t in a particularly pleasant mood. After all, this was punishment for bad mouthing a teacher earlier that day. It was incredible how harsh some teachers were at this school! Austin knew well enough that he didn’t deserve this ridiculous amount of homework assignments… if anything a suspension would’ve been better than this punishment. HELL! ANYTHING WOULD BE BETTER! Austin ruffled through his brown hair and sat up. He removed the pen from his mouth and slouched, sighing heavily as he did. His brown eyes scanned the end of the pen which was completely chewed up. If only he had a power like superior intelligence… then he wouldn’t have any trouble finishing this shit up. Austin could feel his face burn up. A frown quickly came across his face as he flung the pen at the desk. It made a small, irritable noise as it hit the wall by the end of the desk then suddenly fell to the floor. The lights flickered on and off in his dormitory while Austin started to breathe heavily. He was frustrated and it was clear to see!

Several unwanted memories began to run through Austin’s mind. Memories of the past, memories he chose to forget long ago, memories that he knew would return to haunt him. Austin buried his face in his hands and quickly chose to run both of his hands through his hair once more.This was something he did when he was feeling agitated or nervous about something or someone. He could feel his knee beginning to shake. Suddenly a quick glimpse of a tall man chuckling quietly to himself appeared like a rash on his arm.The man looked like he could be in his 50s if not early 40s, he had a head full of hair but they were all grey. He was big and muscular for someone his age. It was clear that he spent most of his time at the gym. Austin tried his best to repress this but really couldn’t. He was too emotionally unstable to repress anything. His breathing started to become quicker as the very memory flooded back into his conscious.

The man or his father towered over him, a far younger version than him. A big grin was placed on his father’s face.The younger Austin was shaking uncontrollably in the corner of a small room, his brown eyes as big as a deer’s. His father was holding something in his right hand… something hard enough to break through a wooden door or someone’s face. Lights flickered on and off in the room where the two were. Each time he light would flicker, the father would edge closer to the side of the room where Austin was. Tears were pouring down his face as he saw his father come closer and closer. A shiver ran down his spine as he heard his father’s sinister chuckle. It was slow and very harsh. Austin suddenly saw the very man who put him into this world with a metal bat in his hand, high over his shoulder like he was about to swing at something or more like someone.

Just as Austin let out a terrifying scream in his memory, he quickly shot up from his chair, his eyes open eyed like a rabbit. A loud popping noise was heard from behind him and suddenly the lights in the room were out entirely. “Shit!” Austin exclaimed as he felt his way to the door. On occasions he nearly lost his balance, tripping over used clothes or boxes of food left from days ago. As soon as he reached the door, he grabbed the handle and swung it open; he winced as the bright blinding light of the hallway hit his face. How the hell am I going to tell my roommate now… fuck, Austin thought to himself as he shut the door behind him and took a seat on the floor with his legs crossed like an Indian.

WORDS: 748 | OOC: Too lazy to check for any typos lol

[WREN RYDER ANDERSON]

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just another picture to burn

the boy sat in one of the sofa couches in the library, a clipboard and notebook in his lap. he was chewing on the tip of the pen, as he always did when he was bored or when he was in deep in thought. in this case, it was the latter. he glanced at the half full paper and huffed, putting one leg over the other like some snobby white guy while he leaned back on the couch. ding! a light bulb in his head went off as he continued writing, scribbling in calligraphy.

don't you remember that... dark night, when i was standing by your side... no.. no.. no.. none of this is right. he scribbled out what he wrote and frowned in anger, his hand igniting in flames as he did but the flames simmered away just as fast as they had came. his pen was unaffected, it was fireproof. he glanced out the window and smiled at the snow, watching as it poured. he knew that it was a song he was writing at the moment, but he didn't know most of the lyrics.

writing was probably the best asset of the boy, but he didn't like showing it off. that, and it was probably his weakest topic. he hates it when people insult his work. whether it be they're kidding or not. hell, he gets upset even in the slightest: "that's nerdy." he had filled dozens of notebooks with pieces of his works. stories, songs, poems, even books that he wrote were in his dorm, hidden. he didnt like saving them in his laptop because his laptop could crash and not recover. he just hoped that austin wouldn't go through his stuff and find the dozens of notebooks he had hidden.

the boy was scared of his best friend's opinion. especially from austin. the boy was really close to wren and everything but that didnt seclude him from wren's dislike of being judged for his writing and austin... well, austin being austin didn't really help wren feel any better about being judged by his best friend.

the boy decided that it was best to keep his writing to himself or, at least, until after he graduates. that meant he had a couple years to grow up and get confident with his writing ability. he didn't notice time pass. by the time he finished and looked out the window, the snowy, bright skies turned dark and starry. how long had he been in the library? an hour? two hours? he checked his watch and frowned, it was late already. he had been there for quite a while.

standing up, the boy stretched and adjusted his scarf before grabbing his stuff and walking out. he decided it would be faster if he had just blasted there, so that's what he did. one step. two step. hop. hop. boom. he shot off like a rocket towards the direction of the dorm rooms and stopped right before he hit a tree, muttering something about never doing that again. walking into the dorm, he stopped and looked around, frowning. "uhh... austin? what did you do."

TAGGED: AUSTIN | OUTFIT + SCARF | OOC: notes

[AUSTIN JAMES PHILIPS]

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Shock, shock, electrorock and steady now clear

Austin couldn’t believe how long it was taking his roommate to return. A sigh passed his lips as he rolled his eyes, trying not to think about where his roommate could’ve run off to. He’s probably writing some stupid poem, Austin thought to himself as he ruffled through his hair. He began to feel very uncomfortable in his crossed legged position. After all, he’d been sitting here for what felt like hours. I should’ve just called security, Austin thought to himself while he sighed heavily. He decided to stand up and lean against the wall instead of sitting cross legged. All of this waiting was really starting to piss Austin off. After all, he didn’t have a clue what to do with a broken bulb and not to mention that he couldn’t even afford to buy any new ones. He was sure that his roommate was bound to have some extra light bulbs but he didn’t want to spend most of his time going through his things when he didn’t even know where they were in the first place… that was just stupid.

As soon as he saw his roommate return, his face lit up obviously unaware of the consequences that were soon to be afoot. He smiled as his roommate entered the room, Austin following right behind him. "uhh... austin? what did you do." That all too familiar comment that he’d heard far too many times! Austin winced as if he’d just been punched in the stomach. “Yeah… about that…” Austin began while backing away slowly. He ruffled through his hair and laughed nervously. What would his excuse be this time? He knew that Wren had heard it all… he had better make this a good one! “You see, Wren,” Austin said calmly as he placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I broke the light bulb again because your poems made me far too emotional,” Austin told him flatly while adding a tone of sarcasm. There was no point in telling him what REALLY happened so he might as well bend the truth slightly. This wasn’t like Austin but then again, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t as if anyone cared about what he had to say anyway.

“So, man, what do we do? Call security or go to Wal-Mart?” Austin asked, quickly changing the subject to a lighter one. He feared that Wren’s reaction wouldn’t be a pleasant one but if someone broke the light bulb to your room, you’d be angry too. Austin sighed heavily while leaning against the wall opposite his room. He placed his foot against the wall, ignoring the fact that he may leave an imprint on it. To be honest, Austin didn’t feel like going anywhere… he kind of felt like leaving Wren in charge of fixing his problem. He always irresponsible like that… most people would be if they grew up like him. However, Austin knew that he wasn’t left with any choice but to go with Wren. He folded his arms across his chest while grinning awkwardly at Wren.

WORDS: 508 | OOC: will improve, promise. <3

[WREN RYDER ANDERSON]

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just another picture to burn

the blonde teenager waited for an explanation from his irresponsible roommate, raising an eyebrow in expectation of an answer. he nodded, listening to the other's explanations and frowned. "excuse me? he asked, clearly offended that the other boy had the audacity to mention his writing. even if it was a joke, the boy did not find it funny at all. he felt his body heat up, his eyes flashing as they did before his whole body blew up in red and orange flames. the carpet underneath his feet started to burn, turning black from char. he didn't care how often that joke must have been played but it still got him mad every single time.

it took wren a while to calm down, realizing that it was just austin being austin and decided to forgive him... for the hundredth time. he didn't know why a lot of people seemed to dislike austin, the boy found him tolerable. "you need to watch your words, philips. one day, you're going to get socked in the face." his flames faded, his eyes on the other boy. he held a hand out and let it burn, using it as a light source as he went over to his bed, taking out a box from under it and dug through it, pulling out all sorts of electrical things. wires, plugs, etc. but no light bulb that matched the broken one.

he huffed, sorting the things back into the box neatly. he was sort of ocd with his things, not really minding how messy austin's stuff got. it didn't bother him but when he sees his things out of place, he gets mad. he sat on his bed, putting the box away and sighed. "no bulb." he muttered, glaring down the other. "wanna tell me what really happened? and we're not allowed to leave the campus, remember." sometimes, the boy wished he had another dorm mate. one that can learn to control his powers or at least, not break anything inside the dorm. he knew that if they snuck out to get a stupid light bulb, they would get in trouble and he knew that if they went to the office again to ask for another light bulb, the people would get mad and call them irresponsible brats.

he took off his scarf and laid back on the bed, turning his head so he can still see his roommate. "we have plenty of time to hear the real story, honey." he used sarcasm at the last word. "and, by the way, you're going to do all the talking in the office." he said matter of factly. he groaned, distinguishing his flame and let them stay there in the dark room.

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