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;; -- "What do you want?" {rp blog for denzel from ff7: advent children. au, part of fantasyhigh.

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[Denzel and Snow]

[white-flurry]

"I’m no teacher, kid." it was almost comical how wide Denzel’s eyes opened when he heard Snow speak those words. Nothing about this encounter was funny though, so no smile appeared upon Snow’s face as he looked sternly at Denzel.

Snow grasped the wad of cash tightly in his hand, and stuck it far above his head. Denzel would not be able to reach it one bit, unless he actually climbed Snow, but he didn’t think the kid would go that far. He was ready to give the money back, if only Denzel would at least attempt to feel a little remorse.

"Look Denzel," he started. "You gotta learn some respect, especially if you were talking to a real teacher. You can’t just use money for every little problem you have. Now it was just as much my fault as yours when we ran into each other, so stop acting like such a pompous brat, yeah? You won’t get any friends like this at this school.”

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The boy found himself at a loss for words. Wordlessly, his mouth opened and closed, as if he were going to say something, then quickly decided against it. He was speechless. What was he going to say? What was he supposed to say? He'd been tricked-- plain and simple. He fell for a trick and he was played like a fiddle.

Staring at the wad of money above him, he said nothing. He couldn't reach it, but climbing the cocky blonde seemed fair enough. He could throw in a few fists or something and play it off as an accident.

But no. He wasn't like that. He couldn't ever be like that. He was all talk, but he couldn't walk the walk. He was pathetic.

"... You don't know anything."

Was all he said, before glancing down at his hands. Snow was right. Who wasn't right? He was acting like a brat. He didn't know how to communicate with anyone properly.

"... Yeah, you DON'T know anything. Who NEEDS friends? Who even wants something so superficial... And expendable? How long will they be there for you, before they toss you aside like a piece of trash? How long will your bonds last? I came this far without anyone, I can keep going."

Stubborn as ever, he brushed past the blonde. "You have no right to tell me what I will and won't get. I know what I want and I know what I must do to get what I want. I want to be left alone. I don't want anyone getting close to me. Relationships are superficial and I don't want to get hurt in the process. I don't want to get hurt anymore."

And, well, where the hell was the infirmary? Ah, well, whatever. He could find it himself.

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[Denzel and Snow]

[white-flurry]

Snow’s eyes opened wide with surprise. He had broken character, but a teacher would have probably reacted the same when a student tried to bribe them. He furrowed his brow soon, however, as he realized that Denzel would need to be taught a true lesson. If he was that frightened at the prospect of being in trouble with a teacher, yet tried to solve it with wealth instead of an apology, then Snow did not think that he deserved to be let off easy.

"Young man." He started authoritatively. Though he was not too fond of authority himself, there were certain things that you just didn’t try to get away with. "If you are trying to suggest that I could be so easily bought off, then perhaps you need to visit the Principle’s Office before attending you your wound.” Snow’s teacher-voice was getting better and better; he made need to do this more often. “I mean, if you can reach into your pocket so easily, I doubt your injury is anything serious…”

He would have to stop the charade soon, and scold Denzel for trying to do such a thing, but the kid had irked him in such a way that he felt as though he needed to be tormented a bit more. He hadn’t felt so annoyed at another person, before, although he usually got along with everyone.

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"... So you say. You want more? Teachers, I swear." He grumbles, pulling out more money. "This alone is quadruple your salary. This should make you happy."

No way in hell was he setting foot into the principal's office. He will run, or scream, or goddamn kick before he ends up with a school record. Hell. No. Hell will have to freeze over and Valhalla will have to become a circus before he handed himself over willingly.

"-- A scrape is pretty damn serious." He cussed, holding up his bloody sleeve. "The scrape is a pain in the kicker, but holy crap, this suit is worth more than this school and it's shi--" He paused to clear his throat. He had such a foul mouth, and his parents swore he didn't learn this language from them.

"... Look." Fishing into his pocket, he pulled out even more money. He was running out of options. Money, people! Don't you people love money?! 

"This. NEVER. Happened. El comprende?" He holds out Snow's hand, slapping the thick wad into his palm. "If you think I'm going to the principal's office, you have another thing coming, bub."

[xjenn3]

Me and Dk both don watches now :) Marc by Marc Jacobs Armani Exchange

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[Denzel and Snow]

[white-flurry]

Denzel had not been the first to mistake Snow for a teacher, and while he usually corrected those who did, he decided to play a little joke on him for acting the way he had. Especially since he seemed so nervous at the thought of being disrespectful towards those above him; or at least afraid of the consequences of doing so. He cleared his throat, straightened his back, and tried to sound authoritative.

"Yes I am, actually. I would rather you call me Mr. Villiers, to try to show some professionalism." He replied. His height and age gave him an advantage at not only appearing to be older, but actually being older. Snow’s voice was deep and resounding, and he usually commanded attention. It was perfect. "I am truly sorry that I unintentionally harmed a student, although…" He turned around to face Denzel, and raised an accusing eyebrow.

"You were slightly disrespectful to me, I wonder what should be done about that…?" He looked at the boy, who appeared to be quivering now, and almost couldn’t contain his smile. Finally though, Snow shrugged. "I suppose it doesn’t matter, it IS your first day, so I can let you off the hook for now, Mr. Denzel." He turned around and started walking towards the infirmary once more; it was close now. Man, he was great at playing teacher. If that didn’t trick Denzel, he didn’t know what would.

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Color drained from his face as he jammed his hand into his pocket, ignoring the sharp pain he received in turn. Pulling out his wallet, he began to count cash. 

No way on god's green earth am I getting my ass hauled in detention he thought bitterly, counting out a bunch of one hundred dollar bills. As he hauled ass after Snow, he shoved the cash into his pocket, grimacing all the while. Wasting money on a pathetic teacher. Despite being scared crapless, at least he wouldn't have a strike on his damn record.

Whether or not he was off the hook, he didn't want the other to run his mouth off to other teachers. That was the last thing he needed, a bad name to go with his rough reputation among other students. 

"And I apologize for that?" He murmured questioningly, raising a brow as he patted the pocket. "We should really keep our mouths shut about this, huh?" He hinted, hoping the idiot would get his intentions.

"Wouldn't want anyone else to overhear, now would we?"

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[Denzel and Noctis]

[nocte-perpetua]

After a long pause, the kid finally answered. Denzel. It had a sharp sound to it anyway, so it seemed to fit him and his sharp tongue. At first, Noctis shrugged, not particularly caring if he wanted to know his name or not. 

He was fine with that. If he and Denzel simply parted ways without really ever knowing one another, he wasn’t going to lose any sleep over it. In his mind, he’d always just be “the dramatic kid with the whiny attitude,” which seemed accurate as far as he could tell. There was a chance he was having a bad day, but even on their worse days, he’d never met someone as outwardly combative as he was.

Noctis paused for a moment and raised an eyebrow at Denzel. He was already on his last nerve. Accidents happened, and at first, he was able to put up with a bad attitude, but it was like this kid was just looking to get on someone’s bad side. Denzel didn’t look like a scrapper—all talk, maybe—and there was no way Noctis would fight with someone his age, but a good shove wasn’t out of the question. "Carry you?" he said. "Your legs don’t look broken to me. If you’re afraid of not being able to play Blitzball, keep it up, and maybe that can be arranged."

Noctis felt frustrated, and he never had appreciated people that blew things out of proportion. He was so upset about a simple scraped elbow that he couldn’t imagine how he was going to react if Noctis was actually wrong about what end the nurse’s office was on. Who did the kid think he was, anyway?

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He smirked, much to his amusement. However, the blood blossoming on his injured arm wasn't easing matters much. It was a simple scrape, but it did bleed a lot. It stained his white coat, much to his annoyance. He could buy another one, no sweat. However, he hated the color red, and the fact that it was someone else's fault that he ended up with this injury pissed him off more.

It was a nice day, too. Perfect weather, perfect morning. Now this? Denzel gave a shaky chuckle, giving a quick shake of his head. Well, this was the highlight of his day. Eyes brimmed with tears as he applied more pressure to the open wound. 

Ow.

Like hell he would cry. Not in front of a stupid senior, and most certainly not in front of anyone else. He wasn't one for handling pain, but he definitely valued his pride. As if he would dampen his image by resorting to exposing his weaker side.

One thing he was sure about, though. If Noctis was wrong, he was going to lose his shit. Badly.

"Heh, why not. You've already injured me." He retorted, holding up his elbow. "It will just add another insult to your name. If your name is worth anything, that is."

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backtalk;

Slowly working on drafts. I combined my total drafts on all my accounts and it's at a startling 192. I shall work on drafts all day, and then put most accounts on hiatus. Except for the ones in groups. Whispers I was also kicked out of Registration for asking the teacher if her mustache was real but that's beside the point.

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Me when RPing: I really want to roleplay with all of you but I'm too lazy and busy watching you all go be perfect so let me just lurk on the dash and post ooc things

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a picnic [denzel/noctis]

[nocte-perpetua]

Noctis, from a distance, immediately could pick Denzel out of the crowd. The suit, the sour expressions, the extremely anti-social “don’t even look at me” vibe—oh, yeah, it was definitely him.

He seemed to keep to himself, though, not really trying to mix in with the other classmates. Noctis wasn’t all that surprised either, but he noticed that he might’ve looked a little uncomfortable. Though, he could’ve easily been confusing that with a general bad mood.

Waiting, Noctis debated with himself about whether or not to talk to him. Afterall, it would be about the same as willingly trying to approach a crocodile. But all the empty space around Denzel did make him feel a little sorry for him. A little.

Deciding against his better judgement, Noctis walked over, stopping just at the edge of the blanket Denzel had set out. "I’m surprised you showed up," Noctis said.

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Cerulean hues stayed focused on the blanket below him, as he set out the last of the food. He worked hard on it, and if he were to be completely honest, he was kinda proud of his handiwork.

"... Uh, d-don't think I came for, uh, anyone else's benefit..." He murmured, pride outdoing embarrassment. "Just, uh, coming to check it out..."

It would be his first picnic. Ever. Which explains his anxiety and lack of backtalk. For once, yes, he was being courteous. Otherwise, he would've been snapping and end up throwing his hard work at the senior. 

"... A-are you just going to stand there? I can't finish all this on my own." He unsuccessfully tried to snap, but it came out differently. "But, uh..."

Removing his coat, Denzel tossed the expensive white article of clothing to the side, removing his silk tie and undoing the first button. "Wow, it's freaking hot out here. Couldn't pick a better day, eh?" He remarked, pulling on his shirt to get some air circulating. For a moment, he pondered his next words.

"... Good job on the picnic... I guess." 

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headcanon;;

Denzel's attitude stems from his own personal problems. He is terrified of getting close to anyone, or even show compassion. The thought of being left behind, or abandoned ebbs his mind on a daily basis-- enough to make him despise 'the world', and want to isolate himself.

Growing up, he didn't have many friends. Most of them found other people to hang out with, or they simply grew tired of Denzel. Some used him for his money, others expected too much from him. He comes from a high-class family, after all. However, this does not excuse his behavior. 

Which slightly justifies his attitude and rude ways. He's afraid of getting hurt-- so much so, he won't let his guard down around anyone. It'll take a lot for him to trust anyone, and when he does, he's super clingy. His facade is completely gone, and he will try to be more himself-- an awkward, weakling with lame jokes and terrible puns. Yes, this is the true him-- believe it or not. 

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[Denzel and Snow]

[white-flurry]

Man, Denzel was starting to get on Snow’s nerves. He wondered briefly if the boy was rich; if not, Snow didn’t understand why he had such a big image of himself that would cause him to talk that way to someone both older and larger than him. Well, so long as he didn’t treat any other kids like this, bullying them, Snow was fine with him acting like that.

"Yeah, this is the only one here. It’s close to the middle of the school, though, so you can reach it from almost anywhere in the same amount of time." Snow replied to Denzel’s question, although he could have swore he heard him say something before that. He let it go, though.

"You must be new here, huh?" Snow asked, turning his head around slightly. He pointed to himself. "If you ever need help with something, or directions, just let me know! I know this school like the back of my hand." He laughed, trying to diffuse some of the tension.

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"Like hell I would-- Um, thanks, I guess. ... Yeah, I'm new. Just transferred here a few days ago. I thought that was established earlier..." He sighed, wincing. Not from the pain in his arm, but for the fact that... he... attempted to be nice. A shudder followed soon after.

"What about you? You look a bit old to be trudging through campus." He stated, pursing his lips in thought. "Are you, uh, part of the staff...?" 

And if that didn't terrify him, nothing would. Talking back to the staff? Snapping? Oh crap. He was screwed. A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead to his chin, his foot beginning to vibrate as he started to internally panic. Er, nothing money couldn't fix... right?

"Haha, um, sorry about earlier! I, well, uh... B-bad day, haha..." Voice laced with anxiety, he wiped his forehead with his other sleeve. "Haha, kinda hot out here... Um... Do I call you teach, or...?"

That explains why he's so freaking huge...

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Noel scowled at the boy, shifting his books under his arm and rubbing his shoulder. “Hey, dick, maybe you shouldn’t run into people walking down the hall?” Noel glanced at the growing stain on the boy’s jacket, feeling slightly guilty, but mostly annoyed. To be honest, it was probably mostly Noel’s fault he ran into the kid, but he wouldn’t admit that.

"Oh no," Noel muttered, his voice dripping with dry cynicism. "Just bleach it or something. Or go to the nurse’s office. It’s just a scrape, man. Calm down, geez."

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He stopped in mid-stride, anger growing anew. Who the hell did this ass think he was? 

"Just a scrape? JUST A SCRAPE? I'd like to see YOU pay for a fifteen hundred dollar suit. Oh, that's right. You can't afford it. My bad, looks like I stepped out of line." 

Whipping around to face the other, he felt his scowl worsen. "I'd love to go to the nurse's office, but frankly, I don't know where the hell it is. I don't have time for that garbage. Plus, I'm new here, so I don't even know where to begin looking for this almighty 'nurse's office'. A scrape that fu-- messed up my coat, that you probably couldn't pay off even with three jobs."

Huffing, he clenched his fists, eyes averting into a different direction. He was so... so... disgusted with this friggin' peasant. 

"... Can you at least show me the way to the nurse's office...?" He asked, voice barely louder than a whisper. He could almost feel his pride crumbling as he asked that. 

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backtalk;;

i'm going to be dead honest here-- i am surprised denzel is still alive. i mean, seriously. with a mouth as big as his and the amount of sass behind his words... ouch. the money he must throw at people to stay alive, holy crap.

ah, i just love my denzel. even if he is a huge asshole or has a stick shoved up his butt i-i mean i'll get to replies in a bit! i'm going to be developing him a bit further in the mean time. i sincerely appreciate you all putting up with him. 

[vanille-happierdays]

Vanille had stopped abruptly in the hall after realizing she forgot something in her locker. Hoping she wouldn’t be late, she whirled around to head back and collided with someone.

"Oh!"

She’d knocked someone over. He was a younger boy, yelling up at her for not looking where she was going. Rightfully so, Vanille thought, cursing her own carelessness.

"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry," she said. She leaned down to grab his arm and pull him to his feet. "You alright?"

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As he was yanked to his feet, the boy stared at the redhead, completely mortified. Wow, she had the audacity to manhandle him?! How... How...

"... You are absolutely not allowed to touch me." He snapped, ripping his arm from her grasp, still pretty shocked about her abnormal strength. That, or he was lighter than he originally thought. "Who do you think you a-- ow, ow..."

He raised his arm to point at her, when he felt a sharp pain. Owie. Not a good thing, especially since he was going to give her a piece of his mind.

Just my luck, huh...?

"Excuse me." He huffed, pushing past her angrily. He had no time for this, he had no time for her and he was beginning to wonder if this was the proper choice for a school.

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[Denzel and Noctis]

[nocte-perpetua]

Noctis was taken back by so much sass. At a glance, he didn’t expect him to be so hostile, but the scowl on his face should’ve been a red flag. At first, Noctis wasn’t sure how to react. 

When he swatted his hand away, he took a step back, feeling almost offended. "I—wow, I was only trying to help," he muttered, letting the other boy get up on his own afterall. He was clearly independent, stubbornly so, and Noctis made a mental note not to interfere again. When the other boy held up his arm, he saw there was a scrape along his elbow, a wound that clearly stung.

The nurse’s office, though, was another story. Noctis hadn’t been that way himself, and he hadn’t even seen where it was. He figured it was near the main office, where they usually were, but the thought crossed his mind to let the kid find his way himself. Afterall, he was clearly capable of handling himself—or trying to, at least. But Noctis also figured that if he was the reason he fell in the first place, maybe it wouldn’t be right to back out of the picture.

He sighed, “Yeah, sure. Nurse’s office would be this way.” He gestured to the right, even though he wasn’t completely sure. In the back of his mind, he half-expected this school to be different, pull a curve ball on him, and have the nurse’s office be clear on the other side instead. As they started to walk, Noctis asked, “So, do you have a name to go with your attitude?”

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He blinked incredulously, but followed anyways. He was quite upset-- he wasn't obligated to answer anyone if he so pleased.

... But the silent treatment could only go on for so long. Plus, this dude didn't really do much; it was mostly his fault. Hah, like he'd ever admit to being at fault. He'd have to be drugged before he'd commit to taking the blame for anything.

"... Denzel." He replied in a huff, eyes and attention somewhere else. "I would ask for your name as well, but I don't care enough to get to know it. Nor do I plan on getting to know you. We better be heading the right way."

He wanted to make a jape, but wasn't quite sure how to go about it. He wasn't one for jokes. He was the least likely to get any sort of innuendo or teasing. He'd often correct someone on their stupidity, often in a "check yourself, before you wreck yourself" way. 

"In a roundabout way, I should make you carry me. It would provide endless entertainment on my end, while a punishment for yours. You do know this is your fault, right? If I end up being too injured to participate in Blitzball... Well, I'd hate to be in your position."

More of less of a jape on his end. He would get the joke, right...? Hopefully, since he was a total lam-o when it came down to it. He'd be one of those idiots to read through a joke book, if he had the time or patience to read such... stupidity.

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a picnic ;; open

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The Armani-clad teen made his way towards the park. An unusual sight for most; a rich boy, carrying a rugged basket. Draped over his other arm, there was an old red and white checkered blanket. It was kind of old and 'dusty', so to speak, but the old-time favorite would fulfill it's purpose one last time.

As he spread out the blanket, he couldn't help but glance at the other students, who seemed to be having a good time. He would've joined, if it weren't for his pride and shyness. Deep down, he was pretty nervous about talking to anyone else. Why not be standoffish, than try to get close to others? 

A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he began to spread out the food. He was completely nervous at this point, but he would never admit to that. 

Then again, I don't really have anyone to share this with...

Staring at the food he prepared, he felt a bead of sweat drip down his forehead. A terrible day to wear a suit. No, scratch that. A terrible day, period.

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[Denzel and Snow]

[white-flurry]

"Okay…" Snow said slowly, an eyebrow raised. Denzel seemed to have a very short fuse, and he must have lit it by accident. The boy mumbled something under his breath, but Snow didn’t catch what was said. He shrugged mentally and carried on.

"The nurse’s office is this way." He jerked a thumb behind him. "I’m, uh, Snow, by the way." Snow said, almost sheepishly, while rubbing the back of his head with one hand. The boy was much smaller than Snow; he was short in stature, small in build, and shortest on keeping his cool. Realizing this, Snow stopped feeling so uncomfortable and threw on a grin.

"Here, follow me Denzel, I’ll show ya the way." It was the least he could do, even if the kid was angry at him. Besides, he still had some time before class; taking someone to the nurse’s office wasn’t a big deal. Snow turned around and started walking slowly, waiting for Denzel to follow him. He looked behind him to make sure that the kid was in fact going to let Snow lead him.

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Hmph. If he knew this school was going to be full of peasants, he wouldn't have signed up. He felt the other scrutinizing his build, and let out a scoff. "Look, just because I'm not a behemoth like you, doesn't justify your apparently bad eye sight." He sighed, putting pressure on his wound.

What a stupid grin, he thought, trudging behind the giant. He felt like a midget compared to his size. He remained silent for the majority of their walk, his frown never ceasing. It hurt like hell, but he wouldn't admit that. He was a weakling in his own right, not to mention his biggie-sized ego and extra large pride. He was too proud to submit to his injuries... most of the time.

Well, if Denzel were to be completely honest, he wouldn't have found the nurse's office on his own. Being new and all, he was still getting house Valefor mixed for Ixion. 

Aw damn. "I better not be late for class, is all I gotta say." He spoke, voice level. "Could ya, uh... N-never mind." He wasn't going to rush him, that's for sure. Although, his impatience was clearly beginning to show.

"... I'm guessing this is the only infirmary on campus, yeah?"

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"Dude, sorry," Noel scoffed, annoyed. He ran a hand through his brunet locks quickly before realizing he’d dropped his things.

Who did this kid think he was? Noel bent over to pick up the book he’d dropped, wondering if he’d bent a corner. He offered his other hand to the boy on the ground. “Maybe you should watch it.”

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Cerulean hues averted their gaze to the book, then to the outstretched hand. He could be an ass and push it away, and mock the other. He could grip the arm and hastily pull himself onto his feet, digging his nails into the soft flesh. 

Staring at the extended appendage for another moment, he decided to get up on his own. Well, almost. He gripped the other's shoulder as he hauled himself to his feet, his face contorted with pain. Screw the nurse's office, he was going to be late at this rate. He would be ruined if he had a late on his attendance record. 

"Peasant."

With that being said, he scuttled away as quickly as possible, one hand over his arm. Blood blossomed like a beautiful flower above his elbow, his jacket sleeve stained a vibrant crimson. Well, there goes his white coat. He spent a lot on the damn thing, now it was all ruined and stained with blood.

"Look what you did," He said aloud, twisting and turning his arm to examine the damage done to his coat sleeve. "Ugh, damn it."