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rainbowfic2012-09-18 08:18 pm
geena) wrote in rainbowfic2012-09-18 08:18 pm
Eton Blue 2
Author: geena
Color: Eton Blue 2. locker
Supplies and Styles: Paint-by-numbers (Only one of the siblings ever got shoved in one, and that was until a sister stepped in), brush (volatile), and glue
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 693
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is A Relocation.
Summary: It's just another typical school day for Leo. At least, until Nicoletta intervenes.
Notes: This takes place when Nicoletta and Leo are fourteen. Trigger warnings for bullying (heavy on this one), one ableism slur and one misogynistic slur.
***
“Hey!”
Leo ignores the yelling, doubling his concentration on his book (Neitzsche-- drivel) and shifting further against the bank of lockers on which he leans. With any luck, the idiots will ignore him in return.
The group of boys-- each indistinguishable from the next, though it hardly matters-- stalk ever closer. “Hey, I'm talking to you, Leo-tardo.”
“Breathtaking, your wit,” he mutter, carefully extracting his bookmark and sliding it into place in preparation.
“Shut the fuck up, you hear me?” The boys laugh, sounding eerily like a pack of hyenas. “God, you're so fucking pathetic.”
“A polysyllabic word. Consider me impressed.” Leo rises to his feet, narrowing his eyes as he does his best to remember each and every face. “All right, let's get this over with. What is it this time? Going to trip me? Punch me? A swirly? I've got shit to do this afternoon, don't make it long.”
One of the boys toward the front breaks away, grabbing Leo by the collar of his shirt and slamming him into a row of lockers. “Listen, you little shit-stain, I know you think you're real fucking funny, but you're not. You're nothing. You're a dipshit worth less than nothing and everyone hates you. You'd be better off just disappearing.” Each sentence is punctured with another shove.
Ears ringing, Leo mumbles, “Really.”
“What was that?”
“I think I'm really fucking funny, not 'real'. Jesus, I speak three languages and you can't even master your native tongue? Are you really that stupid?” Leo winces, letting out an involuntary cry of pain as his head is slammed sideways.
“Shut the fuck up!” The boy glances over his shoulder, teeth bared. “Robbie, open your locker.”
“What? I don't want that gross fuck touching my stuff!”
“Christ, just do what I say!”
Leo fights as best as he can, but it is of no use. Three boys grab him, manhandling him into the locker as soon as it's open. The door is quickly closed between them, nearly knocking Leo unconscious as it bangs him in the forehead.
This isn't the first time Leo's been shoved into a locker and left there. It probably won't even be the last, knowing how juvenile and dull his classmates are. But that doesn't mean Leo likes it. He's cramped, his right arm tucked behind him at an angle that's already threatening to turn painful, and, damn it, he kind of has to pee.
Fuck.
By Leo's (most likely accurate) estimate, he's in the locker for just over twenty minutes before he hears it.
“This is?” Fuck. It's the whore.
“Y-yes.”
There's a ringing sound of a crash into one of the nearby lockers, and it practically reverberates through Leo. “Good. Open it. Now.”
“Yes, o-okay. Just don't hit--”
Crash. “I'll do whatever I fucking want. Now open it, before I get pissed.” He can hear the clicking rotation of the combination lock as it's done, and within just a few seconds, Leo is granted the sight of Nicoletta, smirking as she unwinds her hand from some boy's shirt, shoving him away. “Good. Leave, or I'll be forced to actually hurt you.”
The kid practically fucking scampers. Jesus.
“So, Turtle,” she drawls, clearly amused. “Need some help?”
“Go to hell.”
Nicoletta lifts a hand, stopping him. “Hey, none of that. Not when I just saved your ass. Are you planning to come out of there or should I inform everyone of your recent relocation?”
“Fuck off,” Leo grits out. “I'm stuck.”
Once her laughter has died down, she reaches into the locker and together they manage to pry him free. Gasping and rubbing his arm in an effort to bring feeling back into it, Leo snarls, “I didn't need your help.”
“Sure you didn't,” Nicoletta tells him, grinning. “But just in case, I had a talk with some boys who were gloating after you didn't show up to English. They won't be bothering you again.”
“You bitch.”
“Now, now,” she tells him, still obviously amused by the entire situation, “your gratitude is thanks enough.”
“Fuck you,” he snaps, turning on his heel and striding down the hall. Her laughter follows him.
***
geenaColor: Eton Blue 2. locker
Supplies and Styles: Paint-by-numbers (Only one of the siblings ever got shoved in one, and that was until a sister stepped in), brush (volatile), and glue
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 693
Story: Polyfaceted (Index~Timeline); the title of this story is A Relocation.
Summary: It's just another typical school day for Leo. At least, until Nicoletta intervenes.
Notes: This takes place when Nicoletta and Leo are fourteen. Trigger warnings for bullying (heavy on this one), one ableism slur and one misogynistic slur.
***
“Hey!”
Leo ignores the yelling, doubling his concentration on his book (Neitzsche-- drivel) and shifting further against the bank of lockers on which he leans. With any luck, the idiots will ignore him in return.
The group of boys-- each indistinguishable from the next, though it hardly matters-- stalk ever closer. “Hey, I'm talking to you, Leo-tardo.”
“Breathtaking, your wit,” he mutter, carefully extracting his bookmark and sliding it into place in preparation.
“Shut the fuck up, you hear me?” The boys laugh, sounding eerily like a pack of hyenas. “God, you're so fucking pathetic.”
“A polysyllabic word. Consider me impressed.” Leo rises to his feet, narrowing his eyes as he does his best to remember each and every face. “All right, let's get this over with. What is it this time? Going to trip me? Punch me? A swirly? I've got shit to do this afternoon, don't make it long.”
One of the boys toward the front breaks away, grabbing Leo by the collar of his shirt and slamming him into a row of lockers. “Listen, you little shit-stain, I know you think you're real fucking funny, but you're not. You're nothing. You're a dipshit worth less than nothing and everyone hates you. You'd be better off just disappearing.” Each sentence is punctured with another shove.
Ears ringing, Leo mumbles, “Really.”
“What was that?”
“I think I'm really fucking funny, not 'real'. Jesus, I speak three languages and you can't even master your native tongue? Are you really that stupid?” Leo winces, letting out an involuntary cry of pain as his head is slammed sideways.
“Shut the fuck up!” The boy glances over his shoulder, teeth bared. “Robbie, open your locker.”
“What? I don't want that gross fuck touching my stuff!”
“Christ, just do what I say!”
Leo fights as best as he can, but it is of no use. Three boys grab him, manhandling him into the locker as soon as it's open. The door is quickly closed between them, nearly knocking Leo unconscious as it bangs him in the forehead.
This isn't the first time Leo's been shoved into a locker and left there. It probably won't even be the last, knowing how juvenile and dull his classmates are. But that doesn't mean Leo likes it. He's cramped, his right arm tucked behind him at an angle that's already threatening to turn painful, and, damn it, he kind of has to pee.
Fuck.
By Leo's (most likely accurate) estimate, he's in the locker for just over twenty minutes before he hears it.
“This is?” Fuck. It's the whore.
“Y-yes.”
There's a ringing sound of a crash into one of the nearby lockers, and it practically reverberates through Leo. “Good. Open it. Now.”
“Yes, o-okay. Just don't hit--”
Crash. “I'll do whatever I fucking want. Now open it, before I get pissed.” He can hear the clicking rotation of the combination lock as it's done, and within just a few seconds, Leo is granted the sight of Nicoletta, smirking as she unwinds her hand from some boy's shirt, shoving him away. “Good. Leave, or I'll be forced to actually hurt you.”
The kid practically fucking scampers. Jesus.
“So, Turtle,” she drawls, clearly amused. “Need some help?”
“Go to hell.”
Nicoletta lifts a hand, stopping him. “Hey, none of that. Not when I just saved your ass. Are you planning to come out of there or should I inform everyone of your recent relocation?”
“Fuck off,” Leo grits out. “I'm stuck.”
Once her laughter has died down, she reaches into the locker and together they manage to pry him free. Gasping and rubbing his arm in an effort to bring feeling back into it, Leo snarls, “I didn't need your help.”
“Sure you didn't,” Nicoletta tells him, grinning. “But just in case, I had a talk with some boys who were gloating after you didn't show up to English. They won't be bothering you again.”
“You bitch.”
“Now, now,” she tells him, still obviously amused by the entire situation, “your gratitude is thanks enough.”
“Fuck you,” he snaps, turning on his heel and striding down the hall. Her laughter follows him.
***
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Good job.
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I love how he takes it out on the sister that saves his ass. Lucky she didn't abandon him there.
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Coming from your piece with 5 year-old Nicoletta, it's nice to see she's turned into a pretty good older sister. (At least from this snippet; I might be missing context.)
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Well, Nic is a better sister than she was when she was five, that much is true. As far as actually being a good sister to Leo, I don't know that you can say that. Part of this is that he's still a Corlioni and no matte who it is you do not fuck with Corlionis. Oh! And Nic is the younger sister by, oh, twelvedays, I think?
I'm glad you liked this, thought-- thank you so much!
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I think that really sums up Leo in it's on oddly sublime way. Reads Neitzsche, comprehends it, doesn't care, continues to never thank anyone for anything, ever.
But, seeing this and the fic Kelly write about Nic's tantrum. After all that, she saved him and he didn't care.
But, nobody deserved to get shoved in the locker cramps (or, having me laugh at them for "he kind of has to pee"). Not even Leo. And hence.
I do feel somewhat bad for him. Ungrateful little bastard.
I also really enjoyed the scampering away visual.
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DING DING DING. This is, like, the most perfect way to explain him and I didn't even realize that I was doing that.
I do feel bad for him-- he's Leo, but he doesn't deserve this-- and yet... and yet I want to laugh.
Anyway, I'm glad you liked it so much. Thank you!