hooky and drugs;;dorian y kurtis

[Yuki]

There was always some sort of excitement whenever a rule was broken, at least for Dorian. His proper and high-class lifestyle, at least at home, would never even think or dream of breaking some sort of rule. And this was exactly why Dorian loved to do so.

It wasn't even that bad of a rule, only missing out on precious class time that would have bored the poor man to death anyway. It was English, which Dorian could have cared the least about. Of course, English was an extremely useful class, and he was quite fond of the class itself. However, the book they were reading (something about France and England--Story of Two Towns?) was one of the most bland and pointless books that he had ever touched. Who cared about any of those characters, or any of the silly "symbolism" that teachers stayed up all night thinking about. None of this was relevant to Dorian, so why should he bother even paying attention?

So, here Dorian was, walking along the mazelike hallways to pass the time. Sure, he could go to his room, or go out into the magnificent courtyard, but what was the fun in that? Half of the fun of cutting class was always that risk of being caught, the excitement of it. The young Crictern was always ready for something fun to happen; it just never did. The mundane lifestyle of Florence Academy was all but exciting, so it was up to Dorian to make his time here somewhat acceptable.

After what seemed like eons, Dorian found a little crook in which he could at least sit down in. It was close to his English class, but not close enough so that if a student came out of the class, they'd find him. Also, the particular hiding spot happened to have an extra space to hide, "just in case" a teacher happened to slip by. Dorian carefully placed a foot inside of his little spot to get comfortable when he heard a little 'crunch' beneath him. Startled, he quickly lifted up his foot only to find some sort of... something, underneath his foot. A scowl appeared on his face as he bent down to take a closer look at the mysterious substance. It seemed to be like some sort of brown powder, or even dirt. But no, this certainly wasn't dirt. The Handsome Eye took some of this powder into his hand, and once he got it outside of the nook he immediately recognized it.

Opium.
...Really?

Dorian quickly dropped the drug onto the floor, not in fear of what might happen, but in pure shock that someone would actually leave some out in the open. But of course, now thinking about it, this place would be a good place to sneak off with this drug... but still. In a hallway? Where one could be caught? How silly of them, Dorian thought with a barely audible chuckle. At least, he believed, if one had such an illegal thing, they should keep it inside of their dorm room.
Someone might find out.

ooc;; LOLDRUGZ

[Poe]

It always amused him with how easy it was to cut class. All you had to do was not go, and the depending on the teacher, you were never missed. Sometimes, you just had to say you were feeling unwell and they'd let you run off to your dorm to sleep away the rest of class. This particular day, the magick'd boy had just decided to... not go. And really, why bother? German was dull, today. They were going over the test that he'd gotten a perfect score on. Why should the professor be allowed to coddle those poor fools, anyway? There were far better things to do with the language- but oh well, it made for a good reason to cut class and enjoy the day. He was halfway out of the classroom wing, winking at girls as he passed their classrooms, when he caught sight of a foot hanging out of the wall, and he stopped.

It had been awhile since he'd lost his temper, and he was quite proud of himself. Really, the headmaster had been close to throwing him back out and his family would have been furious. And Kurtis knew he couldn't have that. So, since he'd stayed out of trouble for so long, then why not have a little fun on his way out to the courtyard? Running a hand through his short brown hair, something he rarely did, he took a silent step closer, stopping cold once again when he recognized an old best friend, a once fellow Handsome Eye, Dorian Crictern. But it wasn't really the boy that made him stop cold, it was what was in his ex best friend's hand. Was that... Opium?
What the hell was he thinking?
Jezus, he couldn't throw away everything just like that could he?

Funny, how he still cared. It had been awhile since he had helped reign with Dorian and Dante, the two of them plus Kurtis had been a lovely triumverate to the Handsome Eyes. They had ruled the school and been all powerful. Girls had wanted them. Boys had wanted to be them. And then stupid Cicily happened... and Kurt's life changed, forever. It wasn't his fault, really, that he was gifted and Dorian was not. He did feel slightly bad for the old fellow... He knew Dorian had experienced this magic before, when he'd talked about a dream he'd had- how it had been wonderful except for Cicily was in it, and how he'd been gifted. And then, that night, Kurt had lost his temper, and the world had tilted. Shame, really, that he'd left the Handsome Eyes to join the The Elite, to help become a leader, to help rule that. It was a shame, that he had fallen from grace and lost those two as friends.

They knew how to make someone's life hell.


Not bothering to clear his throat, Kurtis stepped forward, hands tucked into the pockets of his school pants, an eyebrow raised over his storm grey eyes, the slightest bit of a smirk on his lips. "Opium, Dorian?"
And though he was playing it off like it was no big deal, he could feel the disapproval deep in his chest. Why would someone with the smarts of Dorian do that? He watched as his ex friend dropped the brown powder to the ground, eyes never leaving the dark haired boy's face.
"Has Dante really driven you to that? I know it isn't Cicily, after all, she blew outta here ages ago, so what in the world has got your goat enough to drive you to that?"

He was talking too much. He should have kept walking. But soemtimes it was too easy to run into an old friend and get to chatting...

[Yuki]

Dorian froze at the sound of the other voice in the area, at first thinking it was a teacher. But, after seeing that it was, in fact, not a teacher, he let out a sigh of relief. At least he wouldn't be in trouble this time.
And then it was Kurtis.
He was about to leave a snarky comment on how his former friend should not be roaming around the halls until the words that were spoken suddenly hit home.
"Opium, Dorian?"

Dorian still had the opium in his hand.
Dorian was the only one around.
Dorian was not in class.
Dorian had found a nice little place where someone could easily abuse this drug.

God, dammit.

If it were any other person besides Dorian, they probably would have stuttered some unknown mumble, or simply run away. But no, this brown-eyed boy was not just some other person--he was Dorian. He would just have to keep cool for this moment, and hopefully get himself out of the situation, which should not be so hard. Besides, Dorian was not the type to do drugs, even if Dante was driving him over the edge. And even if he did turn to drugs, opium was not on the top of his list to try.

Dorian could still not get over how Kurtis left the Eyes, for a group so pathetic as the "Elite". Elite? More like "Failures who will never get anywhere in life", which now described his former-friend. Dorian still wasn't sure why Kurtis even left, the last thing Dorian remembered talking to him about was that strange dream with Cicily. Right, how odd... well, he was not going to pursue the matter anymore. If Kurtis did want to mess up his life for eternity, then go do so.
Dorian still had a few other friends in the Eyes that he could trust.

"Oh, Kurtis," he began with a slight smile, "you think that I would sink so low as to do some petty drug? Of course not. I was just walking about, and found this on the floor. I didn't know what this was, but now I do know, and I am putting it down." He wiped the rest of the drug off of his hand and onto the wall next to him, smearing it with the brown, dusty opium before going on. "And I know that you don't believe me, Kurtis, but a Handsome Eye would never touch a drug such as this... someone from your silly little clique might, though. The stress of being at the bottom of the social pack--opium would be the best way to release all of that sadness, hmm?"
Dorian raised his eyebrows at the end, accusing Kurtis of this foul deed. Of course, he didn't truly believe that Kurtis would do such a thing, but the idea of pissing the boy off was too good to pass up.
And this was just the thing to do it.

[Poe]

Kurtis watched his former friend smear the brown powder along the wall, eyes flat and serious. It had been quite awhile since he and Dorian had ever even said two words to each other. And now, for the first time they were talking to each other, though it wasn't in the same way that they had originally, in fact, now they were all but threatening to kill each other. However, threatening to ruin the others social status was just about equivalent. He didn't flinch as Dorian quickly shifted the blame from himself and the Eyes to him and the Elite. In fact, he didn't even bat an eye as the former friend smirked happily at him as if he wasn't the one caught with powder in his hand.

"Oh, there are plenty of other ways to relieve stress, old chap," he said, that snobbish air that he had spoken with back then easily returning to his voice. IT came so naturally when he was talking to them, was that a bad thing? He honestly didn't know. He knew the Elite was who he was now but before this, he had always been an Eye. His life had been made with that clique. Following Dante and Dorian had once been the best decision he had ever made in his life. Hopefully, now, he wasn't making a mistake.
Mentally, he shook his head. He couldn't be thinking like that. Someday, he would be the one that would rule, and Dante and Dorian would be the ones begging to be part of his order. Just depending on how they treated him now would be how he treated them when the time came. For now he just had to keep his cool.

But as Dorian spoke, the brown haired boys eyes began to flame, flickering with some built up anger that was just starting to be set to flame. They were not the bottom of the food chain. In fact, they were the ones that were threatening to over throw the Eyes themselves. He knew that. Grinding his teeth together, he felt his hands clench into fists into his pockets. Withdrawing them quickly he moved to crack his knuckles, finally shifting his eyes away from the man on the ledge for just a moment.
He was far more used to people running in terror from him. So this was a bit different. A bit more difficult. He had to learn how to deal with this, though, otherwise once he was out of this dreadful school he wouldn't be ready. And anger really wasn't a pretty thing.

Lightening up on his clenched teeth, he rolled his shoulders, looking back at Dorian. "Obviously, there are quite a few ways to relieve our," our being the Elite's, "stress. Considering, we're at the bottom of your so-called social ladder, then who cares what we're doing. It must be so difficult to relieve stress when you're of someone of your standing. I mean, I would know, Dorian. And really, it's perfectly alright to tell an old friend. I would completely understand it if you were driven to the highly addictive drug because you miss Cicily, Iris no longer takes an interest in you, or Dante is pushing you over the edge. I definitely couldn't judge you for that," he said, voice seething with a gentle sarcasm.

[Yuki]

When Kurtis started speaking again (with his awful, snobbish accent that would make any male writhe and any girl swoon), Dorian realized how much the Eyes had really changed Kurtis. His 'accent' had changed right after hearing Dorian speak...well, it really changed after he left the Eyes. Did his new group have this much of an effect on him? The group of people one was involved with was so important, Dorian didn't even realize that it could change someone for better or for worse.

Certainly, the Handsome Eyes changed him for the better. And could have changed Kurtis too, if only he had stayed with them. But moving on now, time to think of the present and not the past, since the present had much more of a dire situation. The right-hand man of the Eyes listened to Kurtis, the smile still faintly showing and glowing. "Well, if this does not belong to you, then who else would? Perhaps a Nomad, or even a Suck-Up trying to be accepted into the real world?" Maybe it was even a girl... but no, the females were not even allowed to cross the border, let alone try and do some drug in the boy's area. That would be such a shame, to see a girl with all the hopes in the world slowly fall down a path of no good horrors.

Dorian watched as the man in front of him twitched his fists, and he chuckled. Yes, this was definitely the reaction he was expecting of him. Kurtis was known to flair up at even the tiniest remarks, such as this one. Even in his days in the Eyes was he known especially for his crazy outbursts, and Dorian was pleased to know that Kurtis hadn't given this habit up yet. Even if he tried, Dorian thought, Kurt probably wouldn't be able to go through a day without yelling at something.
Dorian would bet on that for sure.

Again, Dorian was pulled back into reality as he listened to what the other had to say, and now he was beginning to grow a bit of a fit. How dare Kurtis even try to speak to him like this? Bringing up Dante, and even that horrid female almost made Dorian want to throw up. "Actually," he started, attempting to calm down at least a bit, "Dante and I are just fine. That also goes for Iris and I, we have certainly not been falling apart and she still takes interest in me. Both Dante and Iris are close friends and are closer than friends that you will ever know." He paused for a moment, the smile creeping back on.

"How is it in the Elite, anyway? Are they treating you nicely? Are they pampering you, feeding you by hand and just praising you all day? Or are you just at the bottom of the pack? You have no real friends there. They're all back here, with the rest of the Eyes. The Elite know nothing on how to treat you, how to be your real friend. What happened to you, Kurtis? Why go so low as to even be around those miserable fools?"
He didn't even have to mention how Kurtis should not mention Cicily again--Dorian got his point across, and he wouldn't continue on that for any sort of reason.

[Poe]

A slight smirk tugged on the corners of Kurt's lips as he listened to Dorian rattle off different names of cliques, quickly trying to push the blame onto someone else. That was always Dorian's way; what could Kurtis expect, no? "Funny, you never mentioned the Studs in that list, this seems the type of thing they would do. But you know," he paused in his train of thought, as if seriously considering who else could have placed it there, "it could have been... planted to. You know that rotten group... The Unloved, maybe?" He shrugged, knowing he did have a point. First of all, The Unloved was just the group of girls that would sneak into the boys dorms and plant something there like this, hoping that one of the boys would find it right when a teacher would see it and hopefully report them, send them to the headmaster's office, and give the girls more than a bit of a laugh...

But then Dorian ruined the whole moment- because for a moment it felt like, maybe, the two were plotting again, like they could maybe be friends again... But he ruined it by opening his mouth and starting to talk again. He began to explain that he and Dante were just fine. Yeah, sure, whatever the hell that meant. And Kurtis knew better than to believe that Dorian and Dante were fine- they were always fighting about something, pushing the other over the edge- even when Kurtis had been running with them. And then he indulged Kurtis by telling him all about his and Iris's love life.
Fantastic.
Just what he wanted to hear.
Not that he minded, it was something he would be listening to if they were still friends... But he noticed he didn't say anything about missing Cicily. Funny.
Oh, Kurt wasn't stupid, he knew it was implied that he shouldn't bring it up again, but he really couldn't help himself. And with a smirk, he leaned forward slightly, so that his shoulder was against the wall, measuring with his eyes to make sure that he was far enough away from Dorian that he would have reaction time if the Handsome Eye pawn tried to leap at him.
"So you do miss Cicily, then? I mean, you didn't deny it."
He hoped that pissed him off.

Goddammit why did he have to keep on opening that stupid mouth of his?! Kurt could just start to feel the flames lick up the side of the pot, his eyes flashed with it, his fingers clenched again from their relaxed position. "Don't act like that, Dorian. Just because you want to lead and didn't jump at the chance to do it doesn't mean you should hate someone with the intuition to do so." His voice was the classic Eyes sneer. In fact, in talking to Dorian, he'd forgotten so much of what he'd turned himself into to become the leader of the Elite. "They're eating out of my hand, Dorian. I don't have to depend on anyone, they depend on me. I'm in total control. You have no clue what it is like."

[Yuki]

Dorian listened to what Kurtis had to say, and did agree with him. "The Studs just slipped my mind, it definitely could have been them. Actually, it definitely could have been them." He frowned at the next part, about the girls. "I mean, I suppose, but... why would they come to this side just to plant opium? Seems a little redundant, no? The girls would at least try to blame some other clique, wouldn't they? At least, the girls I know would blame another clique..."

He stopped talking before he went any further, wondering why he was even discussing this with Kurtis. Maybe in a different time, when Kurtis was still an Eye, but not now. Kurtis was a betrayer--the leader of the "amazing" Elite. Why would an Eye even be speaking to a member of the Elite?
Probably because the Elite started it.

Dorian scowled as soon as her name was mentioned again. "Kurtis," he started slowly, trying to keep his anger as far down as possible, "please don't mention her name. I am not, nor ever will be, thinking of that girl again. Cicily has no real purpose in my life, anyway." He kept it at that, short and simple. God, Kurtis could just be so damn irritating. He remembered this trait from when he was still in the Eyes, being annoying and asking the worst questions to anyone who he hated. Dorian would never think that he would be the victim of Kurtis' annoyance, but now that he was in this position, he realized how annoying the man could actually be.

The Handsome Eye listened as Kurtis spoke, but was unmoved until that last part about control. Oh, how Kurtis really knew how to make Dorian tick. Being in control was something that Dorian had always wanted, and always had to wait for thanks to his father's company. He had to wait to be in charge, and he also had to wait to be in charge of the Eyes themselves, if Dante managed to get out of this hellhole before him. "Actually, I'm fine," he began through gritted teeth. "I could really care less about those bastards in the Elite. You really think I'd like to be in charge of those losers? Hell, I'd rather be the leader of the Lovestruck than your silly group. I'm sure you feel that way too. Being in charge of such a pathetic group of people must get aggravating at times, am I correct?"

Dorian barely realized that he had been slowly walking closer to Kurtis in his rant, almost in a threatening way. Kurtis' attitude was not healthy for Dorian, and most likely vice versa. Two hotheads were bad for one another, and Dorian was sure that at some point, one of them would explode all over the other. He just hoped it wasn't himself who started it.