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Re: Little of Your Time (Brock)
« Reply #45 on Sept 30, 2007, 8:19pm »

Fletcher got a blank look from Elias. He knew his friend wouldn't force him to do anything but he couldn't just ignore something the two actually agreed on: his safety. It wasn't like he was skilled in self-defense and all he had were sharp words to get him out of tricky situations. And if he tried to run, he would stumble. The purple flesh on Fletcher's face reminded him of the consequences, that with him, it could be severe. Thinking on it, he knew of a model that was edged into a fake photo shoot and ended up in someone's basement, almost starving to death.

"I'll take care of it," he said quietly, rolling off his bed to walk past Fletcher -- who was now busy with writing down something -- to stop just ahead of Brock. "If you two are really worried that much, then I'll fix it because I'd hate to worry you guys," he shifted his shoulders up and down, shrugging.

Waving his left hand up, he directed his hand toward the door. "Brock, you've prolonged your stay. It's rather late and I need to finish some of my assignments," this wasn't a lie. Classes were resume the next day and he wouldn't want to show up with an empty sheet of paper. "Please, we can talk later," he tried not to grit his teeth or get the urge to reach past Brock's hand, open the door and see if one of the security guards were around to yank him out.

At this point Brock was invading their privacy. He had a lot to talk about with Fletcher and Brock's two cents were making matters worse. "See you later?" the r practically trilled.

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Re: Little of Your Time (Brock)
« Reply #46 on Sept 30, 2007, 8:35pm »

"Elevator? Helsinki?" said Fletcher, looking up from his furious scribbling. The workbook page was half-filled with hardly legible handwriting, quick jotted-down equations full of symbols that only a scientific mind could understand, and the visible evidence of his irritation, which was now being quickly replaced by an onslaught of somewhat morbid curiosity, confusion, and utter horror.

He had heard the rumors, but he didn't know they had been that involved. He wondered if Elias remembered it - he must've, considering how he had gone out of his way to befriend Brock again (and bring them back to their room! To his bed!) The shade of peach in his face faded a tiny bit whiter again, and his eyes widened a fraction before he caught himself from looking too ridiculously surprised.

"That's what you were doing after high school?" he asked, still trying to put the pieces together without being utterly flabbergasted and failing quite miserably. "You were traipsing around Finland with Butchsky?!"

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Re: Little of Your Time (Brock)
« Reply #47 on Sept 30, 2007, 8:49pm »

"Butschky," corrected Brock absently, who had decided that, "You're correct: I've definitely overstayed my welcome," the second he realised, perhaps, talking about the elevator and Helsinki were not things that should have been brought up at that point in time.

It was possible that he might consider apologizing to Elias for that one later; why on earth would Elias have wanted to deal with that problem now?

Before he even had a chance to catch anything like a scathing, ice-like death glare, Brock slipped out of the room and into the hallway, perhaps a little more quickly than he normally would have.

He'd definitely need to find Elias tomorrow.

He'd definitely need to find Elias tomorrow and be nice to make up for this.

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Re: Little of Your Time (Brock)
« Reply #48 on Sept 30, 2007, 8:58pm »

Brock slipped out of the room and a little too quickly. He could feel the daggers from Fletcher's question, trickling up his back in concern. Elias stared at the closed door, moving his mouth into a flat and unimpressed line. Who would have known Elias telling Brock to leave would work out in the other's favor? He jumped suddenly and turned to look at Fletcher's face. Such an innocent shade of flesh had drained away, making the ghastly purple brighter than the boy's usually colorful nose.

"Calm down," he shot off, approaching Fletcher as though he was a frightened cat. Elias lifted both of his hands out, his palms up to say calm and steady now. "After high school I worked with my father during the summer. Brock stalked me in Helsinki and he only stayed for a few days. I don't believe I saw him again until this year."

Elias was honest; there was no reason to fib about where Brock showed up in his life. When he was close enough he lowered his eyes to concerned slits. "Fletcher," he said quietly, "You did the problem wrong."

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Re: Little of Your Time (Brock)
« Reply #49 on Sept 30, 2007, 9:18pm »

"That's horrifying," breathed Fletcher, and from the appalled look on his face it was obvious that the statement was pure, complete and utter honesty. Somehow, the idea of Brock Butschky stalking Elias wasn't quite as heart-stopping as the idea of Cory Stans doing it, but it still made his stomach churn quite uncomfortably, because for all that Elias said, there was a lot he didn't say - if he was meeting with Brock of his own free will now, for example, he couldn't have disliked being trailed like a puppy that much.

His eyes dropped at the mention of the incorrect problem, and in the jumble of letters and numbers and exponents, he found that the mistake was impossible to find. The attempt at distraction was obvious - about as obvious as Elias' tendency for subtleties went, and Fletcher recognized it for what it was, but he didn't press. He didn't really want to press, actually. The last inquiry had been one of surprised Oh Please Tell Me It's Not True rather than a Please Tell Me I Want To Know More.

He put the book down and sighed, wedging the ballpoint pen as a bookmark. No matter; he would probably end up redoing the entire thing anyway. Doing work while frustrated almost always ended in disaster (or, in other words, a bad grade he couldn't afford), so it was a useless effort until he calmed down, like tearing a hole with a blunt hammer. "I'll just do it later," he decided, and tossed the book on to the top of his table, watching it cut through the air before landing half-on-half-off his laptop.

"I don't care if you get a bodyguard, or whatever, you know," he said quietly, reclining against his pillows as he looked steadfastly at his knees. "As long as you're careful, it's fine."

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Re: Little of Your Time (Brock)
« Reply #50 on Sept 30, 2007, 9:33pm »

I don't know how to be careful besides the obvious, and that never works. Been too long, since.. Well, two years ago, he was put into danger and it wasn't his fault. Elias wasn't really the driver, just a passenger thrown into a poor judgment. He paid for the decision, yet a friend got more than a case of amnesia; he got death. Elias shifted his fingers together, curling the forefingers over the hills of his knuckles. Too much happened between Brock and Elias that he was sure Fletcher didn't want to hear.

Then again, how do you tell someone you like someone else? It would have been easier if it wasn't Brock or if it was a girl. For now, he kept quiet and was sure Fletcher got the point before Brock's departure. Elias didn't pry his eyes off of his friend. In a way, he was happy that Fletcher was around but the matter still remained: how the Hell to stay safe after a Cory Stans episode?

He really cursed the media now, finding him. Most students didn't know who he was but the transfer ones did. Someone must have made a lot of money to report Elias Sven attended St. Aslepius University. Fletcher was the first to suffer from it. Getting a body guard and protection would also safe Fletcher from future abuse.

"Thanks, Fletcher. I...," no he didn't want to say that right now, "..will be more careful. Won't you stay safe as well?" Elias already knew the answer but the reassurance would be nice. He moved and slowly sat on his bed, his fingers folding into the loose fabric of his bottoms.

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Re: Little of Your Time (Brock)
« Reply #51 on Sept 30, 2007, 9:50pm »

"I always am," Fletcher offered, and grinned despite the black eye, and hoped to the heavens that it looked convincing enough. Despite the martyr act, it was obvious now that Elias was just as worried as the rest of them, and while it didn't hurt to exercise caution, it was also useless for both of them to run circles into the ground with fretting. The situation was precarious right now, but he had confidence in both himself and his friend. They weren't children anymore.

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