These Scars Remind Me [OPEN]

[Johan Skylar Clark]

[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,500px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius: 35 0 35 0; background: #450118 ;] Light In a Vast Sea of Darkness [/style][style= margin: -15 15 0 275px; border-radius:5px 5px 5px 5px; width: 250px; min-height:400px; font-size:12px; font-family: Georgia; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; color:#ffffff; padding:15 5 25 5px;] Johan bit his lip and he poured a bottle of peroxide over his back as he stood in the shower. His father had gotten drunk last night, more so than usual, and for Johan, that spelled trouble. Normally the boy was good and hiding his face from his fathers blows but his time his father his him right in the mouth splitting his lip open, and also giving him a black eye added onto the cuts and slashes from the belt he was becoming oh to familiar with. The hard leather, the shape, the color. Just thinking about it made him shake and his body hurt. Johan slowly climbed out of the shower and got dressed carefully putting on the black long sleeved shirt and his hooded A Skylit Drive jacket. He winced in pane as the fabric stuck to his open wounds. he looked in the mirror and his face, a single tear ran down his face fevore he shot his arm up quickly to wipe it away. He reached down for his school bag and headed quickly out of the door, making sure to not let his father see him. he drove to the university getting out slowly and walking to his first class. Everywhere he went people stared. Its not like they knew his father was abusive, most of them probably thought he just got in a fight or that the local thugs had beat him up. But of course no one here in Addison knew him yet. he had just moved here, with all these unfamiliar faces, oh and then there was the fact that he was gay, which made him even more of an outcast. He slumped down into his seat quietly as people turned around to look at him and then proceed to turn back and talk to there friends. Come on wasn't this college? What was with the stupid pity little high school and middle school crap? They acted like they had never seen a guy with a black eye before. Johan just sat there and took a deep breath before resting his head on his arms over his desk. Another tear escaping down his cheek. Johan Clark Words: 360 Tags: OPEN Notes: Had to stop myself before i made this post entirely way to long

[Scarlette Kat Cheshire]

These days, it was unusual for Scarlette to go somewhere without her boyfriend/roommate Jay, but today was a bit of an exception. Jay was out with his uncle for once, and while the redhead liked the man, she figured they should have some time alone together to try and establish a slightly less suspicious relationship with each other. Done with her dance training, the Aussie scooped her long hair off her damp neck and into a loose bun before entering the lecture hall. Even though she missed Australia a little, she'd settled well into Addison and life with Jay, although she didn't know a lot of other people around here...something she imagined had to do with her naturally distant and aloof demeanor with new people.

Scarlette, more often known as 'Ches' or 'Cheshire' to the people who knew who she was, strode in, dressed in all her skinny-jeaned glory and calmly went about finding herself a seat. Usually other people's predicaments didn't bother her too much, because Ches often didn't notice unless it was directly linked to someone she knew. Unfortunately today, the glances and whispers about the new kid were all over the place, people rapidly forming into their cliques so they could talk about the bruising on his face. The twenty year old rolled her stark blue eyes at how childish half the people in this room were, shooting a few sarcastic potshots at the worst groups in order to shut them up on his behalf.

Why was she getting involved? Ches didn't really know, but probably because she'd been there. Not that she'd ever had to walk into a class full of people she didn't know with a black eye, but the redheaded girl was used to people talking. About how much time she spent dancing, how unfriendly she could sometimes be, the fact she was dating the university's biggest man whore there was, and of course the fact that nobody really knew much about her in general. She liked to keep herself to herself, something which often backfired unless you didn't care enough what people said to let it bother you. Anyway, that was how she found herself flopping down into the seat next to said new guy, blue eyes perhaps not as unfriendly as usual. Not sympathetic by any stretch of the imagination, but lukewarm enough that if he looked up he'd know she wasn't one of the many immature morons to be found around here.

"Do you mind if I sit here? And please don't say no because otherwise we'll both look like idiots..."

[Maxxie Ivy Dane]

Okay so he was officially lost, standing in the middle of what seemed like a school hallway searching everywhere for something that would announce some sort of clue about at least where on the campus he was. The halls were empty, concrete cold, with the sharp walls decorated in attemptingly colorful schemes but none seemed to match just right. Honestly it kind of reminded him of an elementary school, not a college. This thought slightly comforted him, pulling a quick smile around his confused expression, before he turned to where he saw a rather flustered teacher stepping to him with the clear intent of speaking to him.

"I'd know that look anywhere... you must be the sub. Come your class is this way."

Before Maxxie could even take a breath to voice his opposition to the statement he felt the touch on his arm just near the sleeve of his black shirt as the man tightened his grip and lead him down the hall, the stomping of his shoes on the concret floor getting faster. A few, what seemed like seconds, minutes later the strange man turned to Maxxie, still dumbfounded and confused, and handed him enough textbooks in which he needed both his arms to lift. They were all different colors a few of them having stapled packets of papers in nestled between them. "Good luck." Maxxie tried to oppose but all that came out was air when the man in the suite opened a class door behind him and then strode off.

Not exactly knowing what to do with himself at that moment and the man who apparently hired him that day being gone, Maxxie unconsciously stepped into the room. He did that a lot it seemed just let things happen to him, usually he was in control but when confused, just no. From closing the unclear door with black lettering on it he turned to see... a full room of rowdy college students. Great. He smiled strangely seeing that not really any of them noticed he ame in, why would they with him behind all these damn textbooks. That and he wasn't ever much older than them.

Taking advantage of the situation for a moment he strode over to the desk and set the books down and it seemed no matter how quietly he attempted to put them down inevitably they made a noise loud enough to get a few of the students attention. Even though he wasn't actually a teacher he thought that he should tell them. He did notice one person out of the crowd though, perhaps because he was extremely cute from what he could see. A girl was talking to him, but he couldn't stare long. He spoke out slowly getting louder, heavily british.

"Y-Yes, hello? HEY, yes every one I suppose I'll be you ummm teacher today." He was trying to play this off but for some reason he felt a few people knew, but how could they?

-Maxxie

[Johan Skylar Clark]

[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,500px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius: 35 0 35 0; background: #450118 ;] Light In a Vast Sea of Darkness [/style][style= margin: -15 15 0 275px; border-radius:5px 5px 5px 5px; width: 250px; min-height:400px; font-size:12px; font-family: Georgia; text-align: justify; background-color:#000000; color:#ffffff; padding:15 5 25 5px;] Johan looked up at the girl wiping away his tears quickly hoping she wouldn't 'notice them. Hi sniffed slightly and nodded. he wasn't one for words but he let a small smile escape his face. It was a sort of fake, saddened smile. He was trying his hardest to look as happy as he could even if he really dying inside. This room was so freaking hot he wanted to take off his jacket but he didn't want anyone too see the cuts and bruises covering them, course it couldn't be much worse considering his face looked like he had just been hit by a train. He bit the inside of his lip tearing layers of his lip off. A highly unattractive straight but it was just a nervous habit now. He heard the door to the class room and looked up to notice the sub walking in. Thank goodness his first day and he had a sub, and not to mention a cute blonde. He smiled slightly at the sub before looking at the girl again. She had pretty red hair that JoJo admired very much. There was the most thing JoJo liked most about girls, was there hair. It was always so beautiful, except for the few exceptions of some of the girls who did not take proper care of themselves. He sighed and looked back up to the front of the room as the sub began to speak. He had a thick English accent that was highly attractive. Johan rested his head in his had as he listened. He hoped today wouldn't be to hard, he wasn't really in the mood for having to work to hard. Johan couldn't bare the heat anymore. He reached around and took off his jacket. Some of the cuts sticking to the fiber of the jacket. he winced in pain as the scabs that had formed to the fabric ripped off slightly. He shook his head slightly and rested his jacket on the back of his chair. A few cuts on his arms bleeding slightly. Johan Clark Words: 342 Tags: OPEN Notes: <3

[Scarlette Kat Cheshire]

Why Scarlette seemed to have this habit of running into so many Brits, she had no idea. It was entirely beyond her, but somehow she always ended up doing it. Shifting a little in her seat so she was more comfortable, the redhead noted the sub as he walked in somewhat timidly. Oh no, he was another one of those; the ones who were probably very good at their chosen line of work but not necessarily cut out for dealing with an entire class of twenty-somethings...especially when they looked like they were more of a student than a teacher to Ches. Now, the Aussie didn't fail to notice the tears on her newest companion's cheeks, but she was clever enough to know which subjects to touch and which ones not to most of the time, so she merely pretended she hadn't seen them and turned her attention to her notebook for a couple of minutes. More out of habit than anything else she began colouring in the side of her page, half wishing this class wasn't compulsory for her. In truth, nothing was of much interest to the girl except her dancing, and perhaps the occasional person who managed to figure out how to deal with someone that tried her very best not to care about much in life.

Cheshire switched her attention back to the guy next to her, returning his smile as she did. She still remained distant, like she always did, but at least the other students were beginning to settle a little and drop the subject of his black eye. "Have a bit of a disagreement at the bar last night then, did we?" It wasn't said nastily, and it honestly wasn't meant that way either, but if you were going to sit next to somebody with a shiner like the one he had, people were bound to ask about it. Whatever he said though, Ches vowed not to push him too hard about it when he was clearly feeling pretty self-conscious already unless he gave her some story that was quite obviously bullshit. It was more slight curiosity than anything, rather than a need for gossip, so Cheshire didn't really care if what he told her was true or not.

One might almost say she was feeling kind today, because the blue-eyed girl managed to make herself spare the sub teacher a glance when he decided to start teaching...despite the fact he still looked petrified. Scarlette wasn't known for her deep-seated respect for those teaching her, but she supposed she could give him all of about five minutes to get her act together before she tuned out of his frequency entirely. Distracted once more by a few winces, timed coincidentally with the guy next to her shifting as though removing something, she flicked her eyes back over to him. Almost immediately, they settled on the fresh, bleeding cuts visible on his arms. Yeah, she was surprised and probably a little bit shocked, but a little less than one might expect. After all, she knew precisely what domestic abuse looked like because she'd seen the bruises her little sister was left with when her brother or father lost their tempers with her. So she could freak out and make him have a fit because he might realise somebody knew what the injuries were from, or Scarlette could just go right ahead and feign total ignorance as though it hadn't bothered her. Which it hadn't really, because what went on in peoples' homes was their business, not hers. Unsurprisingly, the redhead chose the latter, and simply cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Am I asking about them or not, then?"