pause to pose ((KRISTINA))
Aug 27, 2010 9:32:18 GMT -5
Post by Julian Meddel on Aug 27, 2010 9:32:18 GMT -5
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pause and pose and take in the scenery
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[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]He only swore once. Years of playing the suave and debonair charmer had taught him to keep his cursing to a minimum, and even when he was alone he had started acting as if he were still trying to seduce someone. But for all his casual calm, his hand was shaking as he dragged it across his lips, before spitting red onto the gravel. He had, apparently, charmed the wrong girl. A girl with a six foot two boyfriend - a boyfriend with anger issues and one hell of a punch. It wasn't as though Julian lacked strength. There was more muscle packed into his slim form than anyone would expect of a little freshman. And he certainly knew how to fight - after all, he hadn't always been as smooth as he was now. He had been a kicker, and a screamer, and a biter. But even the toughest of fifteen year olds was hardly going to win a fight against a seventeen year old giant, now were they? And so a part of him considered it lucky that he had come away with nothing but a few ripe bruises and a split lip. Jules straightened with a sigh, and strode over to the men's room, stopping at the mirror to survey his appearance with a grimace. Now, this wouldn't do at all.
Looking absolutely flawless was something Julian prided himself on - and here he was, his hair mussed, with shirt horribly creased and a gaping hole in his jeans showing the fierce red of a graze underneath. And as if that weren't bad enough, there was the swolen and bloody lip and the purple bruise blossoming across his cheek. Another sigh - one of aggravation rather than defeat - and he splashed cold water on his face, snatching a paper towel and wiping away the dirt from his cheeks, combing his hair back into place with his fingers. Pale fingers brushed the creases from the shirt as best they could, and he straightened up, his face falling into the usual cocky smirk. Well now, that looked much better. And he strode nonchalantly out of the toilets, and down the winding paths between the flowers of the park. Walking as if he owned the place - an old trick. People never notice something out of place unless you let them. Of course, his uncharacteristically ruffled appearance would be more noticeable when he returned to campus, but that was a problem he was entirely confident he could solve when he came to it.