Bartholomew B. Sauer
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Horticulture Sophomore (Grade 10)
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Post by Bartholomew B. Sauer on Jun 13, 2011 10:33:39 GMT -5
“And to your right, students, we have the Viridian Wing, where all of our English classes are taught. We have a fine, upstanding English program; dedicated to helping our students understand the mysteries of many worthwhile and thoughtful texts. And just behind that…”
The tour guide just seemed to go on and on. He didn’t seem at all aware that his students were barely paying any attention – maybe he just liked to hear himself talk. A group of students, perhaps about twenty in all, surrounded Bartholomew, either avidly paying attention, obviously spacing out, or vaguely attempting to pay attention to the tour, but kept getting distracted. Bartholomew fell into the latter category. He really did want to pay attention – no doubt this would be important in his studies later – but also found that the wasn’t interested. He found himself wanting to go explore on his own. If Ashton were here, he would have ditched the tour, possibly dragged Bartholomew with him, and they would have found all of the secrets of the school. Bartholomew sighed at that thought, and then shook his head, trying to get rid of old memories. Ashton had made his choice – Bartholomew had made his. It was time for him to move on. But he could understand Ashton’s point, especially when he was stuck in this tour group that – according to his watch – would last for at least another hour before lunch break.
As he spaced out from the tour once again, Bartholomew mulled over his impression of Pallet High School. It was certainly a nice school, with a great campus, decent people so far, and of course stellar academics. That was the only reason he’d come to a school so far away from his home in Indiana – it had promised to challenge his intellectual abilities, a challenge he hadn’t had since he’d started school. This was mainly because he was smart (not overly so, but above average all the same), and because he was responsible and studious – Bartholomew put very little on a higher priority than his schoolwork, and so he actually worked to understand and complete his assignments well. So even if he wasn’t the best at the subject, he tried hard, and that helped him stay ahead in the end.
He was starting to wonder if he would ever meet anyone who was friendly enough for him to at least talk to at the end of class, just for chit-chatting purposes or something. He may not put always put his friends on a higher priority than school, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a social person, and that without that stimulation he was a little bored.
“And now let’s move around to the other side of the courtyard and take a look at our Vermillion Wing, where you will partake in your history classes…” The tour guide’s monotone voice entered Bartholomew’s mind momentarily, and he shuffled along with the rest of the students until he felt someone step on his shoelace. He looked down, and saw that it was untied. He sighed faintly and sat down on one of the stone benches while the rest of the students went ahead of him. As he was tying his shoelace, he thought he heard something – a small snigger, perhaps? He looked around, but saw nothing. Shaking his head, he went back to tying his shoe.
Now he was hearing things. Of course.
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Post by ( darcy desdemona ) on Jun 13, 2011 19:27:59 GMT -5
and choose the sign of your day the day's divinity, first thing you see
A pocket mirror was taken from the black leather messenger bag and held up to check a rather gruesome face in it. Darcy looked at his masterpiece in the tiny compact mirror that was stained around the edges with multicolored fingerprints from its previous uses. A smile spread across his face as he looked at what he had done, making him seem even more horrifying. Any normal person would look at him and see something straight out of a horror movie. Maybe one of the Saw movies or Silent Hill. The bottom lid of his right eye looked like it was completely gone, replaced by a deep slash downward that opened his face up like an open zipper. Underneath was nothing but shiny red muscle tissue. His mouth hadn't been left alone, either. The left corner of his mouth looked like it had been slit open as well; as if the knife used to do it had cut from the inside out. Shiny, crimson blood ran down from these wounds and down his neck. Other people would see a dying boy, bleeding out from wounds in his face. But Darcy saw a masterpiece.
Ever since the sophomore had gotten to the Pallet High School campus a few weeks earlier, he was amazed with the amount of professional makeup that they had available. Crème foundation in every different color imaginable, liquid latex in like four different colors, shiny gloss for all different skin surfaces. . . it was like heaven to the horror fanatic. He'd worked nonstop on his art since he arrived, acquiring as much makeup as possible. Of course, for bruises, nothing worked better than the ole' red eyeshadow and purple body paint palette. But he made sure to take many pictures of each design he tried, creating a portfolio for himself before he even started his cosmetic arts classes. Perhaps he could impress the teacher. It would be the first person he'd ever impressed in his life.
But right now, he was not where he usually was when he made his masterpieces. He was sitting crosslegged behind a bush, listening to the group of students on the tour pass by. He was about to put his designs to the test for the first time on the campus. It felt like a monumental moment for Darcy. He felt like he was about to initiate himself right into Pallet High, and he could care less that he may get in trouble. It was all for the sake of art, anyway. Putting his mirror away after making sure his real eye color wasn't visible under his bright purple FX contacts, he peeked around the bush, seeking out possible targets. There were a few chatty girls, they would probably be good screamers. . . There was a few guys that were absorbed in listening to the tour guide speak, they probably wouldn't give too good a reaction. But then- Oh, that was it. The perfect target.
As the group of people scuffled by, there was one that was sitting down to tie his shoe. . . A lonely looking boy with a serious look to him. However, Darcy had an idea that he could scare this one half to death. . . Or at least get his pulse to race. That's what Darcy lived for. He had to raise a hand to his mouth to muffle a snicker that escaped. The bush that the gruesome one was hiding behind was directly in front of the bench, on the other side of the pathway. All Darcy had to do was secure his messenger bag, get into a crouching position, make sure some fake blood was smeared on his hands and arms, and. . . go!
"Oh my God!" Darcy nearly screamed, stumbling out from behind the bush and onto the pavement, nearly falling on his face. He scrambled up, looking behind him as though he were running for his life from something chasing him. Darcy sometimes thought that he would be just as good in drama classes as he was in cosmetic arts. Tripping and falling once again (purposely of course) on his way across the path, he looked up at the boy and made eye contact. The look on Darcy's face was written with fear, and he scrambled over to the boy on the bench, grabbing at his shoulders and taking a deep, shaky and very audible breath, as if he were about to scream in pain.
Instead of doing so though, he stopped, and started laughing, backing off from the boy. Darcy's black-purple dyed hair was spiked in the back, and looked like feathers of some tropical bird as Darcy put his hands on his knees and shook his head. His laughter didn't stop until he looked at the boy again. "Man, that was good." he said, feigning a wipe away of tears. He chuckled. "The name's Darcy, by the way." He stuck out his right hand, aiming to get the boy to shake his hand. "Nice to scare-- I mean, meet you." ----- Word Count: 838 Muse: Awesome. Listening To: Australia -- The Shins Note: OH YOU DARCY. dat hair. dat. hair. :3
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Bartholomew B. Sauer
Science and Technology
Horticulture Sophomore (Grade 10)
We must grow our own destiny :]
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Post by Bartholomew B. Sauer on Jun 14, 2011 20:53:41 GMT -5
Bartholomew finished tying his shoelaces and was about to stand up when an unearthly scream erupted from the bush across from him, and a boy, who seemed to be bleeding heavily and was horribly wounded, came staggering out of the brush. Bartholomew promptly sat back down again, eyes wide, heart and mind racing. He wasn’t used to this sort of thing. Any time he’d been around injuries, the injured person would either refuse treatment (like Ashton) or there would be someone around who knew what they were doing. Wasn’t this school supposed to be safe? Bartholomew couldn’t help but wonder as he gaped at the boy, who hobbled toward him. His eyes were locked onto Bartholomew’s, and were riddled with fear. Confused and starting to get pretty frightened, Bartholomew took a deep breath. He had to think logically. Logically. While this boy was grabbing onto him. Sure. He could do that.
“Are you –” He started to ask if he was ok, but then the boy, with his strange spiked up purple hair, started laughing hysterically. Bartholomew stared at him. It took him the whole time while the other boy was still laughing for Bartholomew to figure out that he had just been taken for a loop. His serious brown eyes narrowed angrily – Bartholomew Sauer was not one to be taken lightly. The other boy introduced himself as Darcy, and stuck out his hand. Bartholomew considered refusing it, but instead he grudgingly took the hand offered to him and shook it slowly. He spoke slowly, still trying to figure out what to make of this purple-haired prankster. “Bartholomew. Do you do this whole…” He waved a hand at Darcy’s makeup and general appearance while he tried to think of a word to describe what had just happened to him. He did not succeed. “…thing of yours to random people often?”
Bartholomew wasn’t sure what to do. On one hand, he was incredibly pissed that someone had fooled him not only easily but that he had been taken in by their guise. On the other, he was still confused about what had just happened. And on another hand (assuming he had three hands, metaphorically speaking), he was vaguely impressed with the detail in the make-up work. Even if it was on a boy – make-up was supposed to be for girls, but as Bartholomew liked to say, ‘to each his own.’ He liked to garden, he reasoned, so why couldn’t this boy like make-up?
((Oh Bart. XD He's trying to figure out whether to be irritated, confused, or kind of impressed at Darcy. Plus he makes kind of awkward conversation. XD))
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Post by ( darcy desdemona ) on Jun 15, 2011 8:40:08 GMT -5
can't describe it, and you can't move like them you become their worst nightmare
Darcy absolutely loved the other boy's reaction. He seemed bad, but Darcy knew that he wasn't the type of guy that would pick a fight over something like being scared. He just didn't look the part. The horror fanatic smirked when the other seemed to hesitate on shaking hands, but did it anyway. This rather impressed Darcy, as most people wouldn't be ready to forgive one of his pranks so fast. He was starting to like this guy. He introduced himself as Bartholomew. Darcy raised his dark eyebrows. "Nice name." he stated. Do you do this whole… thing of yours to random people often? Darcy laughed.
"You have no idea." he told the brunette in front of him. "It's so fun to scare people. And if I don't know them, the better." Darcy lifted both of his hands to the fake wound on the side of his mouth, starting at the end, and began to peel it off slowly. It all came off rather easily; the fake ripped up skin and muscle tissue, the shiny crimson blood. When it was off, the only thing left was the blood painted around the wound and the blood running down his neck. With one hand, he opened his black messenger back and pulled out a large gallon plastic zip bag, and shoved the dried liquid latex that he'd peeled off in it. Ah, liquid latex. It worked wonders.
After he was satisfied with the way the wound was laying in the bag, Darcy quickly shoved the bag into Bartholomew's hands, muttering a quick "Hold this." He proceeded to go through the same peeling process with the wound on his eye, until there was nothing left but fake blood on his bottom eyelid. He opened one side of the bag while it was still in the other boy's hands and dropped the other item in before snatching it away altogether and zipping it up. He placed it back in his bag. At least now he looked semi-normal. But really, as Darcy, he never looked strictly normal. There was normal, and then there was normal for Darcy. And by his standards, he was semi-normal.
Darcy looked up to Bartholomew and smiled. He didn't do it on purpose, but with the with his rather sharp features and sharp canine teeth, he looked a bit wicked when he smiled. "But yeah, I do that a lot. Like, a lot a lot a lot." He waved a dismissive gesture through the air in front of him with a bloody hand. "I'm a cosmetic arts major so I have an excuse." ----- Word Count: 431 Muse: Pretty good. Listening To: Ghost -- Kid Cudi Note: He's pretty straight-forward. xD I dunno what Bart's gonna think about him.
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Bartholomew B. Sauer
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Horticulture Sophomore (Grade 10)
We must grow our own destiny :]
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Post by Bartholomew B. Sauer on Jun 16, 2011 10:43:26 GMT -5
Bartholomew was still a little conflicted about this Darcy character. He wasn't a judgmental person - he could do whatever he wanted with his hair or whatever - but jumping out and scaring people just for fun? Bartholomew had never really met someone who did that and enjoyed it so much, even going so far as to cover himself with grotesque make-up just to add to the effect. It was certainly unusual. He saw the boy's eyebrow raise at his name, and replied, "I could say the same about yours." He said so in an off-hand sort of way, but couldn't hold back a small smile that tugged at one corner of his mouth to show his amusement.
Darcy's reasoning for scaring people was also confusing to Bartholomew, but he supposed he could understand it. It wasn't his sort of thing, really, but he understood where he was coming from. He took a deep breath, just to make sure he was calm and could handle this unusual scenario. Unfortunately for Bartholomew, it got just a little bit weirder as Darcy started peeling of his wounds like layers of orange skin. It was the most disconcerting thing to watch, and then Bartholomew had a messenger bag shoved into his hands, no doubt filled with make-up, shoved into his hands as Darcy continued to peel off his layers of make-up. Bartholomew fumbled with the bag, hoping he wouldn't drop it, but fortunately managed to hold onto it before the purple-haired boy reached into the bag again. Within a matter of seconds, maybe a minute, he looked somewhat normal, or at least less torn up than before. Darcy took his bag back in one swift motion and Bartholomew blinked at the suddenness of his transformation.
"Impressive." He commented with a nod. He was really impressed by how quickly he managed to get everything together, and to take it apart. He shook his head to help himself change the topic. "Well, I suppose if that's what you like to do... I mean, I like to garden, so I guess that's sort of weird or something." Bart shrugged. A cosmetic arts major. That makes sense. Wait, they offer cosmetic arts at this school? Bart wondered. This school had not yet ceased to amaze him. "I'm majoring in Horticulture, myself. You know, the study of how to grow the most prosperous plants." He added to the conversation, and then looked up, and noticed that the tour group was gone.
"Oh look, the group's gone. Guess we should go after them. They went this way, I think." Bart stood up and pointed toward where they were going. He decided to wait for Darcy. At least he knew someone's name now - that was a start.
((I think he's reserving judgement, but he kind of likes him. Oh Bart, so friendly to people even when they almost make you pee your pants. XD))
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Post by ( darcy desdemona ) on Jun 25, 2011 10:19:07 GMT -5
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px, btable][atrb=style, background-color: 7d6eb3; -moz-border-radius: 40px 40px 0px 0px] | [atrb=style, height: 3px; background-color: 470183] | [atrb=style, background-color: 362474] Darcy nodded a brief thanks over to Bartholomew when the other boy had stated that his work was impressive. Of course it was impressive; Darcy had been doing things like this since he was little. He was a horror fanatic. And as one, he knew the perfect way to conjure up any bruise, scar, scratch, or laceration. It was all in the job description. I mean, I like to garden, so I guess that's sort of weird or something. Darcy laughed. Okay, so this guy really couldn't say anything about the purple-haired boy's makeup, because he liked to garden. "Wow, what a pair we are." Darcy said with a smile. He gave the brunette a look when he said he was majoring in plants. Who majors in plants? "Well that's. . . nice." was all Darcy could think to say.
He smiled though. "I guess everyone should do what they like to do. I'm a little girl because I like to play with makeup. So it's cool that you garden, dude." Darcy followed Bart's gaze when he looked up to see that the group on a tour had left them. Guess we should go after them. They went this way, I think. Darcy scoffed at the other's suggestion. Now why would he go on a tour of the campus? He had more important things to do. Well, more fun things to do, anyway. Darcy walked up to the other boy, speaking with his voice down low like he was telling a secret. "Here's an idea. Let's not and say we did." He smiled one of his wicked Darcy-ish smiles, and put a hand on Bartholomew's shoulder. "I have another idea. A more fun one."
He'd been thinking about this idea since he and Bart had introduced themselves to one another. Darcy had always wanted a partner in crime, someone to scare people with. It was always more fun the more people you had. And even though Bart didn't exactly look or seem like the kind of person to do that, he took the honor as the first person Darcy met on campus. So he was going to try to get Bartholomew roped into it. "Here it is: how about we go back to my dorm room, I'll get you all dressed up in as many fake wounds as you want, and we can go scare some more people together."
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Bartholomew B. Sauer
Science and Technology
Horticulture Sophomore (Grade 10)
We must grow our own destiny :]
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Post by Bartholomew B. Sauer on Jun 30, 2011 17:46:10 GMT -5
A brief nod responded to Bartholomew’s compliment toward Darcy’s make-up skills. His first thought was that that was a little arrogant, but perhaps the attitude was well-deserved, since it did look like Darcy knew what he was doing. He smiled and shrugged nonchalantly in response to Darcy’s laughter at his gardening habits. Well, it was true – he spent more time in the greenhouses on the roof of the Celadon Building than with other people. But how could he help it? They had amazing plants and all sorts of activities for him to help out with – his teachers already admired his work ethic, and so the situation was win-win: he got to work with plants, and his teachers were impressed by him. Admittedly Bartholomew could understand why Darcy was not entirely impressed with his study of plants. It wasn’t exactly common or popular, but it was certainly fascinating. Although he didn’t think Darcy would understand that, since that wasn’t his cup tea.
“I agree.” Bartholomew nodded when Darcy had expressed his sentiments about people doing what they wanted to do with life. He couldn’t see why people would make fun of Darcy for working with make-up – weren’t there a lot of male make-up artists? – it was rude to make fun of people for their dreams, not to mention mean. He also said that it was “cool” that Bartholomew gardened. He supposed he could take that. “Well… thanks.” He awkwardly looked away to see if he could find the tour group. They probably should catch up.
Darcy, however, had other ideas. When he suggested that they didn’t catch up, Bartholomew whipped his head around at the grinning purple-haired boy. Before he knew what was going on, Darcy put an arm around his shoulders, and he shrunk slightly, a little bewildered and nervous at the sudden touch. He listened to Darcy’s plan uneasily, and shuffled his feet. He wasn’t all that great at scaring people for one thing, and for another, he couldn’t pass up an educational opportunity – it was a bad idea, and it was all he had now. He, and Darcy too, didn’t have much to fall back on. They couldn’t’ just toss away what was given to them.
“But… they said that it would be useful for us to know these things. It might help to know more about this school, don’t you think? And besides, I’m not as good at scaring people as you are. Who would we scare anyway? Most kids are in tours or in their dorms or classes or something.” He tried reasoning, though it was getting more desperate as he reached the end. Oh dear. Just what have I gotten myself into? He couldn’t help but wonder.
Summary: [/i] Bartholomew makes opinions of Darcy, but tries not to judge him. He's pleasantly surprised by Darcy's initial friendliness and acceptance of his gardening thing. Then he tries to backpedal out of scaring people and being put into make-up. xP Comments:[/i] Bart does not make good excuses. xD Have fun dragging him to the dorm, or we can do a little time-skip so we end back up in the courtyard, and then someone else can join/we can scare an NPC? ^^ (You can PM me and we can sort it out when I get back. :3) [/blockquote]
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