six feet under the stars {Aaran}

[Dorian Wilde]

Lately Dorian was living off a vampire's schedule. He slept throughout the day so he could work at night. He was beginning to bore of his job as a bartender though, and was thinking about a new profession. After all, he had all of eternity ahead of him. He had a list of occupations he wanted to attempt, and it looked like he was going to move on to the next one.

Teacher.

He was very clever, and he excelled in a couple subjects. Sure, he spent some of his time copying off Jon's papers and paying him to write his papers, but that was out of laziness, not stupidity. He couldn't say the same for Ken though...

Whatever. He actually wasn't a social pariah as some assumed he would be. He was charming and conversational if he liked you. If he didn't like you, he was curt and brash. Tolerance was something he reserved for those he deemed worthy. It was an unattractive trait, he was aware, and he figured if he could get through a semester of teaching idiotic students, he'd be able to put up with any sort of individual.

He knew there were teacher's colleges and whatnot, but he didn't want to waste his time. His parents frequently wrote nice, fancy, fat cheques to the Academy, and if that on its own didn't help, he was willing to buy himself the opportunity. The job wasn't for money, it was for experience. And it was his loss if it only lasted one day.

So he was on his way to see the administrator, a little tired because he'd just finished a full night shift at Club Silver. It was mid-afternoon, but he still hadn't got home till 6am. I'm getting a little off-track here, what was my point? Ah yes, why Dorian Wilde was walking through the hallways of the Academy.

"Watch yourself," He warned someone as he rounded the corner. He nearly bowled the person over, but luckily his lightning reflexes helped him avoid contact. Who knew what might get on his Alexander McQueen suit jacket?

[Aponi Lebennon]

Aaran was still feeling rather ill. Not as ill as when he ahd met Mia... which hadn't gone down particularly well. Not only had he looked up her skirt, but he had mistaken her for Aponi, and embarrased himself in front of the whole school. But he had generally forgotten about that, and was off trying to find Aponi; he'd lost her and was quite nervous without her comforting - if a little intimidating prescence.

He suddenly got surprised by a stranger and he fell haphazardly to the floor. Great. just what the young half fae needed. He got back up and duted himself off and frowned at the person. In all fairness, if he had been looking where he'd been going, he wouldn't have had the problem. But Aaran's clumsyness didn't help, and the persn hadn't even collided with him. He seemed also to have gotten in the way of someone who was quite dependant on going wherever he was headed. Aaran sighed. He was ALWAYS getting in the way of people more important than himself. His bottom lip trembled danerously, but he kept his quiet sob in. There was no point showing his cowardice in front of this man.

"I'm sorry, mister." He said, in the cutest voice he could muster. Which WAS fairly cute. But he didn't feel it He just felt like being sick. he sure as hell hoped that he wasn't as he'd probably receive a kick in the stomach if he soiled this person's shoes, or, anyone's shoes for that matter.

Apart from maybe Ithi. He'd only ever been nice to Aaran, and the young fae smiled at the thought. Ithica would probably make up some excuse to dismiss it as good luck, or as a chance to clean his shoes - or something. Aaran didn't like thinking bad things - they just made the yong boy sad.

He looked the stranger over once more and wondered if he'd get an ear full.

{{OOC: Sorry for all the rambling. I have a lot of muse after my Chemistry exam went FUCKING AWESOMELY}}

[Dorian Wilde]

Dorian winced when the boy went down. He had fast reflexes, yeah, but he was too far away to do anything to stop it. So Aaran fell, and Dorian hurried to help him.

"You okay?" He ignored the apology and held out a hand to the fallen student. Great, he hadn't even touched Aaran and still wound up with a situation. Seeing as how Aaran was rather feminine, Dorian assumed he was a girl, and therefore his concern for 'her' wellbeing was much higher than it would be if he knew the truth. Guys should be able to take a hit. Girls on the other hand, Dorian automatically assumed were more delicate.

Usually the young man found himself inexplicably attracted to blonde women, but perhaps it was Aaran's youth or frailty or something else... Dorian wasn't the least bit interested. All he felt when he held out his hand was worry. If he was helping up a young hotty, he might feel some ulterior motive creep up within him, but with Aaran it was different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about 'her' was off.

Try not to make a bad impression on the students, Dorian lectured himself, for all you know, this kid could be in one of your classes, if you get hired!

[Aponi Lebennon]

Aaran smiled wanly and accepted the help up greatfully. Somehow, the young boy managed to be tall and gangly and tiny at the same time, which rendered him terribly frail and clumsy. Unfortunately it took little more than a gust of wind to knock him down. At least the guy wasn't angry. Or, he was controlling his anger if he was angry.

Aaran felt the desperate urge to vomit, but he just about held it in, and accepted the man's help. He stood too his feet like an awkward teenage girl, and desperately pulled his skirt down, as it had started to ride up a little. He blushed a bright red, and put his legs together, making sure that his skirt wasn't askew, and then stood up fully.

He was surprised that Aponi could hold him, he was almost as tall as this person. He suddenly realized that he didn't know his name. He thought he had better ask, but maybe this person would want to just get on. However, Aaran didn't want to keep having to say "this person" in his ehad so, he thought he should ask.

"I...I'm Sophie. Sophie Wilde. What's your name?" He asked, slightly more nervously than he had intended. Aaran's voice was quite pure, and on the few occasions that strange things did happen, it usually just stopped working alltogether, rather than just changing pitch. His mother had raised him, changing the way his body functioned as he grew, which was how, he imagined, he could pass as a girl so easily. Some people tended to act uneasy around him, and that was why, he assumed. Dorian was one of those people. He couldn't fool everyone.

He very suddenly felt extremely ill, and his face turned green and unhealthy. He vomited, however, the vomit was not conventional vomit. It was more like a sticky, glittery gel. In all fairness, it didn't look that bad. And he held the blob in his hands. It smelt rather strange, like disinfectant. He didn't drop it, only held it in his hands, tears runnign from his eyes after having thrown up. He took an empty water bottle from his bag and poured it in. He wasn't sure why, ut he'd HAVE to ask Aponi about it. If the person asked, he'd simply say that it wasn't vomit, merely a reaction due to some experimental drugs, or something, to controll his illness, and that it was valueable.

[Dorian Wilde]

"I'm uh... I'm Dorian...." He usually introduced himself with his full name to complete strangers, but Sophie's appearance and actions were catching him off-guard. When Sophie threw up, Dorian leaped back, seized by instinct. Now, Dorian wasn't the kind of person who got sick when he saw other people being sick. But something about Sophie's glittery vomit made his stomach turn as though his sudden movement had jerked his stomach backwards.

"Okay, you're not well. You should go to the doctor," Dorian said quickly, turning his head and taking a deep breath to clear his head. He closed his eyes, and when Sophie vanished from his immediate gaze, his mind could work properly. A map of the school's architecture spread out in his head, and he was able to map out the quickest route to the doctor's office.

"Do you know where it is?" Of course the kid wouldn't know where to go. Geez, what should he do? He didn't really want to hang out with the weird girl, but at the same time he knew he'd have that unpleasant gnawing at the back of his mind if he abandoned 'her'. He had to make sure she was taken care of. Fuck responsibility. He used to be the kind of student who would point and laugh and jeer at something like this. Now he found himself helping.

"Throw that out," He instructed, gesturing but not looking at Sophie's hands. Then he had a second thought, "No wait! Keep it. Might need to be analyzed," He might not be a doctor, not yet (it was yet another profession on his list of careers he'd like to try), but he watched enough movies to know that samples were important things. Whether Sophie knew where to go or not, Dorian felt responsible to accompany 'her', so he walked with her.

[Aponi Lebennon]

Aaran tried to listen to what Dorian was saying but his senses were going clammy again. Something about throwing it away? Throwing what away? And, a doctor? A well doctor? Doctors were never sick, that's why they were doctors... No! Everyone got sick sometimes. Exept Aaran.

He looked at the man. Dorian, his name was? Dorian. Did Dorian have a last name? Maybe not. maybe he was an extra terre... ter... whatever the word was. Aaran's pupils dilated and his cheeks turned a rosy red as he staggered along the corridor, sneezing occasionally. Sneezing. That was a new one. His stupid illness kept coming up with new ways to torture him - now blood was running down his face, as his nost started bleeding.

He suddenly laughed, and fell into Dorian, who was walking beside him. He neaarly collapsed ebfore bouncing back, and quickly retreiving a tissue from his bag. He wiped his nose, and made sure to keep the tissue pressed to his face.

He turned to the man who he guessed would be rather horrified by now. What was a man doing in the academy? Well, Ithi had been a man wand was stalking him from the trees. Or, he IS a man. Aaran couldn't tell which.

"I'm sorry, mister Dorian. I'm afraid you've seen me at my very worst." He said, hanging his head, and peeking up at Dorian with large watery eyes. Aaran was so stupid sometimes. He made life difficult for everyone, even total strangers that thought he was such a freak of nature that they weren't even going to tell him their last name. And that was BEFORE they found his secret.

((OOC: Bahh sorry this rubbish post would have come sooner, but the first two times I tried to do it, it deleted itself. I kind of lost all patience with it, and just wrote this; my excuse for the possible terribleness of the post.))

[Dorian Wilde]

"Holy shi-" Dorian maneuvered himself so when Sophie fell, none of her blood got on his suit. He thanked his Matrix-like reactions, but felt something odd. A... muscle spasm? His body concentrated on making it go away, and it did, but his stomach kept turning. Was Dorian getting soft? Was the sight of blood making him queasy? That didn't make sense. Blood never bothered the young man before.

Sophie was really freaking him out, stumbling the way she did through the halls. Dorian knew he'd have to get this kid to the doctor immediately. No further thoughts of how he might be perceived plagued his mind; he only had one goal set for right now.

"Okay, let's go." He took Sophie by the arm, not caring what happened to her sparkly up-chuck. He was sure the Doctor could get another sample if he waited long enough. Maybe one from him too, from the way his stomach spun. It felt like there were snakes in there, all fighting to get out at the same time.

He pulled Sophie through a set of double doors into the sunlight. They crossed the school lawn on an angle, avoiding the winding sidewalk altogether. The trip was more cumbersome and less graceful than Dorian would have hoped for, but at this point he didn't care how they got there, just that they did.

"Hi, I'm Dorian Wilde," Dorian announced as he burst through the practice doors and paraded to the front desk, "I'm just dropping off a student. Sophie Wilde. Er, no relation. Found her getting sick in the school hallways. She needs to be seen immediately," He could see some people sitting in the waiting room in his periphery. He had a feeling that soon he would be joining them. His stomach was doing backflips. He just needed to get away from Sophie, get some air, breathe, and everything would be good again.

((Hate it when that happens. We've all had that. I sometimes lose inspiration altogether if I really loved the reply, and sometimes let the thread die >.<))

[Aponi Lebennon]

Aaran stumbled along giggling light headedly. He just let himself get dragged along by Dorian, because at that moment, he didn't particularly care what happened to him. he was in a happy place. A VERY happy place. He snorted, and his brain started to feel woozy, and he could taste the acrid taste of blood. It was probably better for him to stop snorting, and just go with the flow of things.

He nearly walked headlong into a wall, but saved himself from pain via his bio-crystalization. He, however, found that using his powers in this way was probably not the best idea. As soon as he had crystalized, the world flipped upside-down. Like his brain-reversy-optic-nerve-thing had started to fail miserably. Also the fact that he saw pretty colours couldn't have been good.

Two words suddenly snapped him out of his crystalized state, and, his stupor. "Dorian Wilde." He was a Wilde? Really. How many Wildes were there? Not many. Really not many. He couldn't be related to this man, could he? They were both British. That was a start.

Aaran swore to look into it if... no. When he got over this incident. Yes. He would be sure. But for now, he simply followed him to where he was supposed to go.

(I seem to recall you saying he was british in a PM. If not that's fine, it's just me being a douche making stuff up, and I'll change it. ((If you're wondering how Aaran could tell he is british - the voice. Even without an accent, us brits can always tell one of our own by the voice. xDD)))