// civi's 1oo scene challenge //

My gallery · by **abeille** » Sat May 16, 2015 2:44 pm

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lucas && brandonxxxxx1512xxxxxnone (i think)
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they didn't really talk so much anymore, even though at one point they'd popped pimples together, and learned how to knot a tie under the instruction of brandon's older brother, and even written a completely legit, friendship binding contract. now they'd been reduced to meaningless head nods if they ran into each other in passing. lucas missed their friendship sometimes even more than he missed his father.
it was spring, baseball season, and the final semester of school for the year. brandon would only be around for another few months because he was a senior which meant that he was leaving in the fall. leaving their little city. for college. in connecticut. which honestly, wasn't very far from maine, but it was out of state and traveling cost money, and lucas surely wouldn't be able to afford it. or he wouldn't be able to afford it if there was anyone for him to visit anyway.
so, on a friday afternoon lucas suddenly realized he was running out of time. everything he'd ever dreamed of having since he was a child and he'd moved to portland, maine, would be walking away to pursue his own childhood dreams of becoming a major league baseball player. his dreams that didn't involve lucas.
lucas knew it was partially his fault, the distance they'd created between each other, but it was still difficult to fathom. they'd met the day lucas moved into his new apartment building with his mother in the sixth grade, and because both boys had windows which were practically built on top of each other, they'd become instant companions. luke had been carrying worn boxes of his belongings into his room when he'd noticed the taller boy standing across the way in his own room, gaze planted on the ugly grey carpet which luke would learn had a huge brown oil stain to the right of the room's closet, and luke had fallen in love. they were destined to become inseparable friends (with the exception of school classes because the different grade levels weren't allowed to mingle in any subjects other than lunch and gym), it was as if they'd grown up neighbors since elementary school.
but brandon was a year older than lucas, and he always would be, so he left middle school first. and he'd left lucas behind too.
the younger brunette still worried over why his best friend had chosen to ignore him after becoming a measly freshman. he'd only switched to the concrete building across the school parking lot. it was no big deal; nothing should have changed. but it did.
secretly lucas knew what had caused their separation. brandon was a jock; he was exceptional at baseball, holding their state's record for varsity home runs as of his sophomore and junior year. his hair was always gelled back perfectly and he had muscles galore with a glorious ass that filled his pants far better than chris evans' ever could. he played the cello and guitar and helped organize the biannual school plays. oh. and he was dating the president of student council, mallory blake.
lucas? he was a nobody; an art student who kept to himself and spent his free time writing for the school paper. the only muscle he had was thanks to his position on the school's swim team. he was actually rather athletic himself, with the added bonus of being the only member of his team able to swim a perfect butterfly; but swim wasn't important at samwell high school. only football and baseball mattered. worst of all though, lucas was bisexual and in love with his neighbor who barely looked at him anymore. high school blew.
lucas vowed to change it.

it was the later that friday night when brandon got home. lucas knew because he'd been working on a new piece for the school paper at the worn cherry wood desk in his room when the light next door had flickered on. quickly, before brandon was able to escape, the younger boy sprang up from his swivel chair with a ruckus, causing the rolling seat to topple to the ground. ignoring the minor distraction, he frantically searched his desk for a piece of spare paper, crushing past essays and sending pens which had collected uselessly in the space over time tumbling loudly onto his floor.
"aha! sucker!" lucas shouted into the mess of his empty room, swiftly grabbing the blank page he'd discovered and scribbling words onto it with a sharpie. he stumbled his way to the window, accidentally getting a sock covered foot caught in the arm of his chair, but he recovered quickly and slammed the pathetic looking paper against the window, waving his free arm in erratic patterns to catch his neighbor's attention.
this went on for about four or five minutes while brandon shuffled around his room emptying his sports bag until lucas had the brilliant idea to bang on the glass. in front of him brandon startled visibly, releasing a shoe from his hand at the intrusion.
the other boy stared at lucas, or really luke's sign, with pinched eyebrows and a concentrated frown. then all of the sudden he was tearing his window open, leaning across the alleyway that separated them to shove lucas' window open as well.
"luke, what the hell do you mean "what's the number for 911"?? are you stupid?" brandon questioned, his eyebrows growing impossibly closer. lucas was mesmerized, how were they that close? it was like one long caterpillar had laid across his forehead. "luke? lucas? do you really need 911?" across from him brandon's concern grew and so did the squished expression of his face. lucas wished he had a camera.
"come on lucas, don't play around. are you okay?" whoa, congratulations, your confused eyebrows have evolved into angry eyebrows. would you like to give your new angry eyebrows a name? yeah, lucas couldn't help but think, he really, really did. brandon hearst. "lucas!"
lucas startled his green eyes widening comically, "oh yeah! hey brandon, why are you yelling man?"
"are you━ lucas you idiot. are you okay, or is giving me a stroke all a big game to you?" brandon challenged.
the older boy leaned back into his room, arms folded neatly over his chest trying to look intimidating. it didn't work. lucas had seen brandon play his cello at a benefit for the animal shelter, he lost his 'wannabe cia agent' card way back in eighth grade. "you shouldn't scowl like that man. you'll give yourself wrinkles." luke chided, "and i'm fine, i just figured you'd be more inclined to open your window and chat if you thought i was dying or something."
"well, aren't you the next thomas edison. what do you want luke?"
"hey! foul play branny wanny! you know i hate edison, the only thing he invented was douchebaggery." lucas said squawked indignantly.
"you sure that wasn't you? and i thought we signed a friendship clause stating "no abusive nicknames", i swear that was a thing that happened lucas."
"fine. boring brandooon." luke taunted enjoying himself, he hadn't held a conversation this long with brandon in forever. he hadn't realized how much he'd missed him. "so anyway, the point of this was to rekindle our past brandon. my room doesn't smell like sweat and gym lockers with out you and my homework doesn't do itself. i'm losing my mind."
"wow lucas, you wound me." brandon chuckled, pretending to fall back with his right hand clutching his chest. luke could feel his heart ache at his friends antics. it'd been so long.
"so. tomorrow's saturday. what are you doing?" lucas asked, his voice betraying his excitement at the prospects of doing anything with brandon. for all he cared, that could stare at the ugly stain in brandon's atrocious carpet all day, and it would still be satisfying.
"hm," brandon pretended to wonder, "i'm heading out to the batting cages tomorrow, if you wanted, you could tag along?"
"you want me, lucas o'malley, to stand near a machine that chucks balls in the vicinity of my precious face?" he pointed out, leaning out of his window with a pout plastered across is face. the air outside was chilly, but lucas didn't mind.
"well, i figured you wouldn't mind it."
holy crap. did brandon just? he totally did. lucas watched with his mouth open in awe as brandon back away slowly beginning to seal his window again, "close your mouth idiot, you'll start catching flies. i'll see you tomorrow." and the window was shut.
lucas pulled him self back into his own room gently shutting his window as well, his smile reached all the way to his ears, "brandon hearst just made a gay joke to me. the worlds gone mad and i'm in love." lucas sung, pulling off his jeans and falling back into the empty expanse of his bed. it felt like one of the many aches he'd accumulated in his joints since freshman year, had vanished. he was more comfortable than he'd been in a long while.

wattpad · by **ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s** » Sat May 16, 2015 2:59 pm

My gallery · by **abeille** » Sat May 16, 2015 3:08 pm

haha, thank you c:
these are actually the characters from a story
i'm working on and i love them more than i love
myself.
#teamtesla all the way man.

My gallery · by **abeille** » Sun May 17, 2015 2:35 pm

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spencer* && merrickxxxxx927xxxxxsome gore and violencexx

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just like the rest of its kind, the cannibal was horribly stupid as it made it's sluggish approach toward the panting boy. it ambled with lopsided movements, its left leg missing chunks of rotten flesh, dragging crooked behind it. the clothing it had been wearing had weathered and ripped away over time, and showcased its ugly, rotting chest cavity, as well as what remained of its ribs. then, it lunged stupidly still feet away from merrick as though it would some how be able to catch the still living boy. eyes sparkling with mirth, he chuckled easily dodging the puppet's attack despite the proximity and total aspect of it being unnecessary. merrick took a second to stop and really stare at the puppet's deteriorating face, trying to figure out how the damn things had managed to wipe out more than two thirds of the human race considering they had about the same IQ as a pickle. "dammit, just kill the thing!"
he whipped his head to the side, his lonesome shattered, remembering he wasn't by himself as usual. spencer had joined him for his supply run this morning. much to his dismay. he loved spence, he really did, but she could be, er, grumpy? to put it in nice terms. "hey quit it, i'm tryin'. this stuff takes patience." merrick grunted as his swinging ax collided with his attacker's head, effectively burrowing into the cannibal's skull. the body crumpled to the ground dying for a second, but last time. off to the side he could hear the moaning of more undead approaching. oh my god, they just keep coming, merrick thought to himself.
"are you 'this stuff', because you really take patience." she huffed back in response taking out her own opposer. merrick spun towards her again, taking a second to review her words.
"no, i uh, wasn't talkin' bout me. i'm not that slow, am i?" merrick trusted spencer with his life, and so her opinion was vital to him. he loved spencer and he would hate to ever burden the girl who'd ripped his heart from his ribs and paraded around with it in her arms like a trophy. he hoped this was one of her sarcastic remarks. merrick was never good at deciphering sarcasm from true comments.
"you're fine, babe. just kill it before it actually bites one of us." oh. on the other side of him, the blonde stood fierce, her stance solid and arm ready as she aimed her crossbow with absolute skill, nailing an on coming opponent in the crown of it's head.
"oh yeah, that's right, the other meat puppet still ain't dead." he pulled his ax back, out from the zombie's head, and turned, battle ready, facing the slow moving thing that ambled toward him from the right.
"calling it a meat puppet isn't going to hurt it's feelings or make it die of heartbreak, merr." his weapon slammed into the puppet's arm easily, complimenting the closure of the girl's sentence. rearing back, merrick took another swing landing in the flesh of it's chest, sending it down for the count the same way he'd expelled the other.
"i'm not tryin' to hurt the dumb thing's feelin's. i call it meat puppet cus it's a meat puppet. look at it spence. its just walkin' dead flesh." he swore he could hear the girl sigh beside him, but he wasn't sure if it was at his petulance or out of relief they'd killed the last attacker. he didn't let it bother him though. spencer was always like this and he really loved her, so it was okay.
regrasping his trusty weapon, merrick freed the wooden tool with an obscene squelching sound and let its weight carry his arm to the forest floor. his gaze caught the metal head and he shuddered. it wore the fruit of their battle, rusty colored blood and bits of flesh merrick wished he could erase from his memory.
"oi, spence, i think i'm about to be sick." he gurgled, dropping his ax and leaning into a tripod position, his equally bloodied hands seizing the meat of his thighs with too much pressure to be considered healthy. his head spun and the scent of copper filled his nose.
"well, i'm out, so get less sick." spencer said ignoring her boyfriend's dramatics and brushing the splattered body fluid from her forehead. "and preferably before we get swarmed again."
"ok, ok. here we go, i'm gettin' better. no more sick, you got it." he panted shaking his head.
"awesome." spencer smiled, leaving merrick in the clearing's center. merrick looked up and watched her literally sashay away, swaying hips and all, her arms cradling her crossbow. she continued to carry off into the distance till she reached the treeline where she stopped, turning once to raise her eyebrows at her companion before she left. her body engulfed by the safety of brush and coniferous trees.
"you oughta be kiddin' me." he sighed, gathering himself and his ax. swiftly, he peered across the opening for any signs of the undead. with the coast clear, merrick shove his ax into the rungs he'd sewn onto his back pack, and began to jog off in the direction spencer had followed.
breaching the woods, he'd expected to find spencer there waiting, but she wasn't. he paused, evaluating the area until he spotted a flash of long blonde hair and impressive legs cut left as the trees grew even denser in the near distance.
"hey, spence," the brunette yelled into the quiet, "wait for me!"

*spencer is not my character, she's pumpkin's.
also, merrick's accent is supposed to be deep brooklyn.

wattpad · by **ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s** » Mon May 18, 2015 2:13 pm

really

My gallery · by **abeille** » Mon May 18, 2015 2:26 pm

ahh thank you again!
yeah i hate zombies, but i hate characters that
run screaming from them even more. xp
i'm really glad you liked it though!
like, i'm over here happy to please. tyvm.

My gallery · by **abeille** » Tue May 19, 2015 3:31 pm

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lucas, percy, && brandonxxxxx1821xxxxxsome bullyingxx

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mondays were all the same. they ended the weekend all while starting another miserable week. nobody liked mondays, especially when they had a ten page research assignment due which they typed out in one go on a mixture of caffeine and sugar at about three in the morning. lucas had been dreading english language and comprehension since waking up from his zero hours of sleep. his teacher, mrs. comfrey, already hated him enough as it was for constantly showing up late to class. lucas really didn't need to give her any more reasons to gripe and moan over having to teach yet another o'malley who lacked concern for her very important class.
the boy shuffled into class on time, for once, his over-grown brown hair a tangled mess which stuck up above his forehead like a partial, wannabe faux hawk. puffy bags framed his aching eyes and he wore his blue samwell sweatshirt crooked around his waist. lucas was the perfect representation of about three quarters of his school's population. groggy, tired, and willing to be spending their time just about anywhere else.
english went off without a hitch, and he sat there dutifully the entire time as mrs. comfrey droned on, and on, and on about useless background information regarding ray bradbury and the brilliance of his works. lucas didn't need to sit through poorly taught lessons about authors he already knew and idolized. it was a waste of his time. thankfully the rest of his day didn't drag on as miserably as english had. math had been a breeze, social studies? no problem, science was cool, they dissected sheep eyes, and all his filler classes served justice. english was just destined to make mondays even worse than they already were.
so basically, lucas mulled through his day with little worries after his first block had ended. occasionally he saw brandon going one way or the other, more often than not with an arm attached to his girl friend's (despicable). on other occasions he ran into percy once or twice, or okay, maybe for like three blocks, but that totally didn't count! they had class together, they saw each other every day. plus they were best friends, lucas didn't have to stalk her across the quad every now and then just to see what she'd worn to school. their relationship was healthy, and lucas could say he loved percy without feeling ashamed or having to brace himself for impending ridicule.
he sometimes wished he could say the same for brandon.

just like any other sport playing student at samwell, lucas had practice after his ninth block. lucas loved swimming, but having to change in the locker room with the baseball and lacrosse players in the spring and football and hockey players in the fall was no fun. not everyone saw lucas for the athlete he really was. especially some of the scarier jocks, more bigoted sports players at his school. all in all, lucas didn't have very pleasant locker room experiences.
"honestly? don't whine to me luke. i've told you time and time again that i would accompany you into the locker room and keep away those awful bullies, and what do you say every single time? huh lucas?" percy snapped, her chin tilted as she flung her long brown hair over her shoulder. she looked mutinous, luke figured he should choose his words wisely.
"but perce, you can't fight all my battles." nah, wise was a terrible approach, instead he opted for more whining.
"help from me would not make you look any weaker, thank you very much lucas mason." she sniffed with distaste.
"i never even said that!" he tried arguing, but it was pointless. percy was the shortest bundle of pure, unadulterated evil he'd ever met. lucas stood no chance against her whims. "yes, but you thought it. now go get dressed for swim before i start criticizing you myself."
"jeeze fine, i'm going cruella." he mumbled, readjusting the strap to his backpack that way it sat more comfortably on his shoulder. as he pushed the heavy door to the male locker rooms open, he swore he heard percy behind him shout something similar to 'i heard that', he couldn't help but shiver. she was one terrifying beaut.
the door clicked shut behind him and he inched forward, peering around the corner to check that the coast was clear. lucas had been expecting a ruckus from the other male athletes, but instead all he found was unusual silence. mistakenly he took that as good sign and scuttled over to his locker. it was small, and smelt of chlorine because he shared the space with both nathan and andy, two boys on the swim team he found himself particularly fond of. but lucas never griped over the smell because the rest of the sports lockers were an ungodly mixture of body odor, axe, and clothing nobody had washed in months. it was repulsing.
while the room was empty, lucas worked fast, stripping himself of his school clothing and pulling on the unfortunately skin tight trunks he was required to wear for the team. something about less drag, yada, yada. lucas didn't care much for semantics. he swam because he was good at it. that was all that mattered.
dressed and ready with his swim gear in hand, luke turned back around to grab his clothing and stuff it into his locker only to find it absent. he already knew which direction this was headed when his towel was nowhere to be found either. lucas hated walking around in his swim shorts with no towel. he needed modesty like batman needed robin. unfortunately for him, all the other jocks had taken notice to his preference for towels as well.
"i'm not up for your games. i have to get to practice," he groaned, palm over his face in slight humiliation, "can you guys just, i don't know, give me my clothes back?" he didn't bother peering through his fingers to see whoever it was that approached him from the bathrooms. he had a pretty good idea anyway.
"aw lukey. how cute." luke tried not to scowl at the other boy's use of his nickname, he strongly disliked calvin, "do you just wait around the locker rooms like this before our games, hoping maybe someone will notice you?" how original, he didn't even put forth an effort to change up his dialogue this time around.
"i hope you know it's not gonna happen. it's already bad enough we have to share a locker room with the likes of you, but having to see you all hot and bothered by us? not cool lukey."
"haha. gay jokes. that aren't funny. why can't i be more like you calvin." lucas retorted, shrinking back towards the wall of lockers as calvin grew closer.
"well, you'd have to like girls so." oh how luke desired to wipe the smug grin off the senior's stupid face. but he couldn't exactly move as calvin pressed closer, easily restraining the younger boy by pressing his arms into the cool lockers above him.
"come on calvin, screw off." he pleaded, almost instantly regretting his word choice.
"well wouldn't you like to see that." the blonde taunted, his nose almost pressed flush against luke's. usually, the senior athlete's taunting never progressed this far, and if it did, one of his cronies would pull him off. lucas wasn't really sure what calvin was planning, and boy did that scare the crap outta him. he tested the elder's grip, wriggling around beneath him, but clavin was practically on top of him and it was too close and uncomfortable and luke was starting to panic. which was when the locker room door swung open.
"i'm positive he's in here, it's been ten minutes." oh thank the merciful heavens. lucas should have just taken percy up on her offer earlier when she'd practically begged him to let her tag along.
"hey don't worry. if he's in there, i'll get him, i promise. go sit out side percy." he takes it all back, sweet merciful nothing, how dare the universe send brandon as his knight in shinning armor. the only bright side, was that almost as soon as the locker room door had clicked shut, brandon was there, looking delicious as ever in his baseball uniform with dirt rubbed across his forehead and the angriest expression lucas had ever seen in his entire life. "calvin. i swear to god."
"go away brandon, this has nothing to do with you." calvin sneered, his eyes still locked on luke's uncomfortably.
"get. off. right now." luke watched his hero threaten his teammate, placing a gigantic hand against calvin's shoulder. the pressure against his front let up almost instantaneously after that. lucas exhaled unaware he'd been holding his breath in the first place. panting ridiculously, like his life had actually been in danger or something, luke looked up in time to watch calvin flee the locker room with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs. brandon was good at doing that to people. he was a hulk.
"so i suppose you want a thank you, huh?" lucas said, his relief swelling to anger. he wanted to feel bad when brandon's face contorted into a mass of confusion and eyebrows, but lucas wasn't a damsel in distress. he hadn't needed a hero. "if you think you did me some kind of service, you didn't. i could've handled myself brandon." he snapped, grabbing at his discarded clothing and placing each separate piece into his locker.
"oh sure lucas, it really looked like you were handling yourself brilliantly. the way you let him walk all over you."
"i was fine! shut up, shut up, shut up!" he roared kicking at the poor locker beneath him, "i'm not inept, i don't need percy to fight my battles for me, and i certainly don't need you, of all people, swooping to my rescue every time i get into the slightest bit of trouble!" did nobody trust him to handle his own? it was bad enough brandon saw him acting like a fool in his own home, but did he have to be there almost every time he screwed up at school too? lucas knew he was pathetic, and he knew brandon knew it too, but luke'd just prefer not to reinforce that idea. to anyone.
"lucas, we care about you." brandon said quietly, but it did nothing to extinguish luke's rage.
"oh yeah? why don't you go care about your girlfriend more instead." he grumbled, snatching his towel as he stormed off into the direction of the pool. outside the locker rooms, percy was waiting for him, but luke didn't want to talk to her till he cooled down, so instead of stopping when he saw her worried face, he bulldozed passed, throwing his towel and water bottle beside the diving blocks.
all he could think before he let the water engulf him, was that mondays really blew.

My gallery · by **abeille** » Wed May 20, 2015 2:02 pm

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xxxxxxxjack, todd, && kipperxxxxxnumbersxxxxxuh, trespassing????
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the sun was out in full force, scorching everything in its path because it was the summer, and the sun reigned over summer unlike any other season. heat engulfed the small town in the rural side of california, and reminded jack why he loathed the state he grew up in. it was blistering, he could feel his freckled skin shrivel with dehydration and hear his poor jeep's engine stutter, begging him to be finished driving. it wasn't jack's fault the damn wrangler didn't have working air conditioning. he just couldn't afford to fix it. he'd rather afford his pathetic college meals of grilled cheese and red bull than pay to have his vehicle fixed. or at least that's what he'd been telling him self at the beginning of the summer to ease his guilty conscience. but now it was august and jack had never hated california more. open windows which allowed stiff, hot air to capture his face in heavy gusts was no longer cutting it. nope. jack was d-o-n-e, done.
now, jack morrison had never died before, but he was positive if he had, it would've felt exactly like sweltering in the golden state's summer sun.

shh. don't look.
work in progress.
i have too many drafts too keep saving this grrr

wattpad · by **ʞ ɔ ǝ ɹ ʍ d ı ʞ s** » Wed May 20, 2015 2:06 pm

not looking at the last one

My gallery · by **abeille** » Thu May 21, 2015 7:04 am

lucas is always going to be riding a very thin line between happy little ball of joy and angry aggressive moose.
haha. poor luke.
and
peRCY OMG.
SHE'S A FIRECRACKER,
AND PROBABLY A HEART BREAKER!

that is a beautiful ship name.
-sniffle-
#lundon4life