Post by Riavis Galante on May 9, 2010 22:43:48 GMT -5
Every school seemed to have similar problems. And apparently this school was no exception to the list. So Riavis was here, in the bathroom, examining his recently acquired bruise on the right side of his face. Bullying was around, and La Campana was apparently no exception to the rule. He winced softly as he tried to find a way to conceal the disgusting large discolored patch of skin. Oh god what would happen when people saw it? What would Feliks say? What about Toris!? Oh he didn't want the brunette to worry about it if he ever saw it. It would make things so much worse then they were at the moment. Dear lord what about if Ivan found out!? He continued gazing at the deformity on his skin. Yeah....he was so gonna show. Like a pink, sore thumb with an infected hangnail.
He sighed and pulled out a small green compact mirror from his pocket, thanks to a certain blond pollack, smoothing some of the powdery make up over his sore skin. Well...it seemed to be blending well. Even if he sucked at applying it and felt rather awkward about it. He never covered them before...not when he was living back in Europe. Not when he lived back in the old days...when they were all together in a group. When some days were better then others. He sighed and continued, trying to smooth it out. Pulling back he looked over his face.
"No...this isnt going to work. This is SO not going to work." he said out loud. Talking to no one in peculiar. He needed advice. Maybe...he should try to contact Eduard. Get some advice. He missed the blond. He was like the older brother he didn't have. Having Toris around was nice, but...he was busy with another. Maybe he should try to get more friends! Yeah! That was it! He was just...feeling like a social outcast was all.
He kept to himself most of the time. He'd talked to Mathew a few times, and the boy seemed sweet. Maybe...he should spend some time with him. Build a friendship with him.
He sighed.
"Why am I even here again?" he muttered to himself. He sniffled softly, stupid new climate. He was getting sicker each time he was here. He pulled a small picture out of his pocket.
A soft pale blond woman, and a dark haired male were together in the picture. The woman was smiling and holding a small infant. The only picture he had of his parents. He wished they were still around...he wished that he at least knew their names! He knew his father was a little Italian. Said so in his files he knew that much.
He replaced the picture and continues applying the cover up to his face. Maybe he'd call Feliks for some help on this. And give Eduard a small ring, or write a letter to him.
He sighed and pulled out a small green compact mirror from his pocket, thanks to a certain blond pollack, smoothing some of the powdery make up over his sore skin. Well...it seemed to be blending well. Even if he sucked at applying it and felt rather awkward about it. He never covered them before...not when he was living back in Europe. Not when he lived back in the old days...when they were all together in a group. When some days were better then others. He sighed and continued, trying to smooth it out. Pulling back he looked over his face.
"No...this isnt going to work. This is SO not going to work." he said out loud. Talking to no one in peculiar. He needed advice. Maybe...he should try to contact Eduard. Get some advice. He missed the blond. He was like the older brother he didn't have. Having Toris around was nice, but...he was busy with another. Maybe he should try to get more friends! Yeah! That was it! He was just...feeling like a social outcast was all.
He kept to himself most of the time. He'd talked to Mathew a few times, and the boy seemed sweet. Maybe...he should spend some time with him. Build a friendship with him.
He sighed.
"Why am I even here again?" he muttered to himself. He sniffled softly, stupid new climate. He was getting sicker each time he was here. He pulled a small picture out of his pocket.
A soft pale blond woman, and a dark haired male were together in the picture. The woman was smiling and holding a small infant. The only picture he had of his parents. He wished they were still around...he wished that he at least knew their names! He knew his father was a little Italian. Said so in his files he knew that much.
He replaced the picture and continues applying the cover up to his face. Maybe he'd call Feliks for some help on this. And give Eduard a small ring, or write a letter to him.
