RunRun Devil Run {Horatio}

[Demi Jasperse]

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We're Bored To Death In Heaven
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The page in front of him was covered in his small writing. Essay? It might as well have been a entire documentary of his translation from the numerals. But you could easily call that Demi's flaw in class. Every time anybody asked him to write about something, he'd hand you back about a foot over the requested. More than solid facts, there was theories and musings, different ideas about the varied meanings and effects. It was the fact that there was dents in the paper from where he was pressing to hard that was different. Even the teacher was steadily refusing to acknowledge the slender boy with flashing eyes who was writing with apparently murderous intent. Demi brushed a single lock of dark silky hair from his eye with his free hand.

The paper was torn in a place where he'd all but stabbed the period into it. Everything still had its flare, but occasion smeared ink and the fact that every letter was almost engraved in the paper made his mood even clearer than his tension did. Demi bit his lip, mind flashing to last time anyone had insulted him like that. Calling him a slut in front of half the school. It had spread like wild fire when the boy was heard screaming in the middle of the night. And everyone could see the word jinxed with red ink into his back. 'Slut'. Demi tossed the hair out of his eyes again, not acknowledging the Slytherin sitting beside him, same as he hadn't since walking in. Horatio Padmore. he'd heard enough about him to know the name.

The mixed Ethnicity boy paused, black quill poised as he ran the numbers over in his head again. And then he was off again. Over three quarters of the school had at least heard his name before. Demetri Jasperse to those who were stupid enough to use his first name. But at least half of those knew that one of the ways to spark his revenge is calling him anything but Demi. He hated his name. Demetri. Did he honestly look like a Demetri? Demi rolled his eyes at the thought and ended the sentence. The tip of the quill once more tore through the paper at the violent dot.

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We Only Want To Be Ourselves

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"Speaking Text"

381 :WORDCOUNT
Horatio Padmore :TAGGED
That poor piece of paper... :NOTES
Clickie :OUTFIT
Fallen Angels; Black Veil Brides :SONG

[HORATIO PADMORE]

HORATIO FUTARO PADMORE

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Horatio Padmore was never a fan of Arithmancy. He could keep up with the class, and his performance wasn't too bad. However, he hated why people had to complicate things. They already had Divination, why did they need to use fomulas for predicting the future? It didn't make sense to him. And the class couldn't be considered a fun one. There were times he wished Raynard was here. That boy might be annoying at times, but overall, he knew he would die of boredom without him around. The Slytherin boy sat with his face on his hand as his elbow proped on the table. He was writing in a lazy way that was not really in-character.

It was then he began to notice the weird noises. He looked at the professor as if he thought the noise came from the board. Then he looked at his parchment and quill, nothing was wrong. Turned out the sound came from the boy sitting next to him. Usually, in class, except when he's with Raynard, he didn't care to know who was next to him. Unless the person spoke to him, otherwise he wouldn't care learning their names. Though, he recognized the person. Demi Jasperse was quite a famous Slytherin for his vengence on people. Such an abnormal Slytherin actually, he didn't care to cover up his tracks, not to mention, admitted to every of his crime. Horatio didn't think it was a good idea though. To him, it sounded like a stupid act. He would never let anyone catch him in the act, or afterward. It was important to keep one's social face clean for further advantages.

It went on for a while until Horatio decided he couldn't let the noise continue bothering him anymore. There was no way he could concentrate if it went on like that. Hence he turned his face to look at the other boy.

"I'd appreciate it if you lessen the noise." He asked the boy, speaking in a rather civil way. He was wise enough to know he better not offense the fellow housemate. He had had enough enemies to begin with. "What's with all the tension?"

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Talking
Thinking
Other people's talking (or the character didn't say it out loud)
C O M M E N T: sorry It's so late >"<
T A G G E D: Demi
S T A T U S: Done

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[Demi Jasperse]

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His quill scratched against the paper again as he began another sentence. He already had more than half the students, but it wasn't all out yet. He had more ideas to put on paper, more possible conclusions and theories that the teacher would more likely than not dismiss. And then he froze mid-word. But the quill didn't break. That really was a improvement compared to last time someone talked to him in this mood. "Lets just say I had a bad day and leave it at that." And Demi glanced at the boy, his strange, violet eyes taking him in for once. "Horatio Padmore? The name is Demi, though guessing by the fact that your a Slytherin and you took the non-offensive route, I'm assuming you already knew that."

Demi would sound arrogant and cold to most people, and the bristling tension that dared anyone to speak against him was definitely still there. But Horatio hadn't felt the end of one of his tongue lashings yet. His quill resumed its movements, quiet now, though the aggression still left dents in the paper. It looked more like he was writing a biography about Arithmancy in general rather than just one translation. But it was amazing what all aspects you could find about a subject if you had the mind for it. And it was definitely learning he had the mind for. Not socializing. At least not today. Of course almost the entire school had experienced the pleasure (or was it displeasure?) of Demi in a good mood.

Most people labeled it terrifying. Most teachers hated it. Because Demi lied more in a good mood. Just like he'd lied in that mention of a bad day.

Demi added a final punctuation to the final line and leaned back in his seat, finished. Now if only he could take off already. But of course, part of him tingled in anticipation. It wasn't even part of his conscious mind that the story was growing in. After all, pathological lying wasn't a conscious thing.

We Only Want To Be Ourselves

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"Speaking Text"
339 :WORDCOUNT
Horatio Padmore :TAGGED
Don't worry about it :NOTES
Clickie :OUTFIT
Fallen Angels; Black Veil Brides :SONG

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