Sponges (OPEN)

[Mel Kucharski]

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Mel wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He sat back on his heels and looked over the gym floor.. "There's so much..." he groaned and considered collapsing and giving up. That would probably just create bigger consequences for him.

He dropped the sponge into its bucket and watched the shiny arch disappear as the cleaning solution dried up. The cut on his hand hurt stung almost as much as the blister that was forming after the solid hour spent scrubbing the boy's locker room before this. That was his punishment... scrub the boy's locker room, scrub the gym floor.

He would have liked to have said that this was unfair and that he didn't deserve this... but he kind of saw where the coach was coming from. Mel was always late to his P.E class, that had already worn the coaches patience with him very thin. He had an excuse with Jia... he cared for him almost all of the time. He still couldn't tell his coach. He was actually almost failing the class due to all the absences. Today must have been the final straw though because not only did he show up 15 minutes late, he also had forgotten his gym clothes. They disappeared from his locker about a week go and he'd had trouble getting a spare pair from the administrative office. he ended up with too-small shorts and a too-big shirt in the end. he also got what seemed like a too-big fee to pay for both the new gym clothes set and to reimburse for the missing pair.

When he came without the gym clothes the coach flew into a rage. Definitely his last straw. Little Mel got yelled at and given detention. Technically he was serving his detention now, but the coach had left about a half-hour ago. He'd never gotten detention before in his life. Originally, he'd only been told to scrub the gym floor clean, but after he snapped back at the coach, he got to clean the locker room too.

He blew a strand of hair from his face and reached back with a dry hand to make sure his little ponytail was still intact. With his free hand he reached into the lukewarm bucket and groped around for a sponge. The stinging from his cut was dulling. He closed his fingers around the blue sponge and drew it out of the bucket. Squeezing away the excess water he regarded it resolutely then looked across the gym floor. "....I hope Aoi isn't wondering where I am..." he muttered before returning to his work.

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WC: 455
Tag: OPEN!
Outfit: Blue short sleeve shirt and white shorts.
Notes: this is a first for Mel..

[ryan]

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Ryan walked through the hallways. He wasn’t sure where he was going; for he didn’t have a set place he wanted to go. He felt himself getting depressed; just a bit more every day. Like it was building like a wall inside of him. He didn’t dare show Fidel he getting depressed, this wasn’t because of him and he didn’t want Fidel to worry about him nor did he want Fidel to feel helpless from trying to make him feel better. Though he had to admit everything went brighter when he was with Fidel. But when he wasn’t he felt so alone and depressed. He figured it was because Fidel was the only one who he was spending time with now. Dymetri was one of his friends who turned into his boyfriend to his ex. So Ryan doesn’t talk to him unless on the chat and most of those conversations they had on the chat ended up with them arguing and him crying his eyes out. But he wasn’t going into with Dymetri right now. He had only talked to Choi on the school’s chat but he still saw Choi as a friend; but Ryan stopped seeing or hearing him on the chat. Then again he rarely heard/saw people on the chat anymore.

Ryan stopped and blinked; there were so many sounds he couldn’t figure out what was what. Ivy whined a bit; worried about her master because he stopped. Ryan heard it raining outside; this was the one sound he recognized. The sound of the rain was relaxing to him; a lot of soft nature sounds were relaxing to him. He went on thinking about the one thing he thought was making him depressed. Though he wasn’t sure it was the only thing. Ryan sighed; not enough thinking would change anything. Mel had came to his room and would hang out with Ryan a few times. Once Ryan went over to Mel’s dorm and slept there for the night. But Ryan didn’t know what happened to Mel. Hina was his bestfriend and now she seemed to have disappeared like Choi and Mel. Fidel was also his friend but now he was his boyfriend and he spent as much time with Fidel as Fidel wanted to spend with him. Before to make the feeling of loneliness and depression he would go onto the school’s chat to talk to people. But now no one came on so other than Fidel he had no one to talk to.

With his brother taking care of his younger siblings, working and trying to finish the year of college Ryan couldn’t talk to his brother. Ryan had resorted to writing his thoughts in a journal. The thoughts he didn’t feel comfortable talking to Fidel about, like Dymetri and the things that happened between them and the things that happened between Fidel and him. Ryan sighed pushing his loneliness to the back of his mind. He blinked trying to figure out where he was in the school. Ivy started to whine apparently she saw something or someone. Ryan heard a scrubbing sound; someone was cleaning something. Now he was wondering where Ivy had laid him into. “Hello?” he said; whoever it was that was cleaning he hoped it was someone he knew and that it wasn’t Dymetri.



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[Mel Kucharski]

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"Gah.." Mel rubbed ferociously at a stubborn little spot. It looked like a scuff mark and he wasn't sure it the thing would come up at all, but still he worked away at it. Actually, he was only focusing on the spot to but time. In the far corner of the gym, he could see a mess.. something left over from lunch-time. Sometimes, the students would come into the gym to practice or play basketball, or.. whatever they chose to do (Mel could hardly guess). Often, the students would also bring their lunches, and, as it always goes with teenagers.. they often failed to clean up after themselves. Which is why they weren't supposed to eat in the gym anyway. The administration had made that clear enough– Mel could read at least two 'NO FOOD OR DRINK IN THE GYNASIUM' signs from where he was crouching– but they had failed to put any measures in place to enforce that rule.

That being known, Mel saw a messes of dried ketchup and Mayonnaise, a bag of take-out from the island's local eatery, and a shiny sticky puddle left over from some spilled sugary drink. There were condiment packets lying twisted on the floor with their corresponding condiment dripping out. It was a rather sickening sight... Mel paused in his work to scowl at the gross mess willing it to disappear. The mess, of course, stayed put.. so the little hamster shifter went back to his impossible task of scrubbing up the permanent scuff.

Mel was finding that he was a bit more prone to irritability these days. Not towards Aoi really, more towards his peers, teachers, and really anyone who had o do with school. They bugged him without ever trying it seemed. Mel didn't want to admit it, but he really didn't have any friends. He hadn't really seen Ryan is a while or Dym either Since Aoi had bought that house he was hardly at school at all for anything save the actual schooling. He saw Choi often, but was surprised by how little they talked. Choi often seemed busy.

"I'll have to be more diligent.." He thought to himself.

The little blond dropped his sponge and looked at his hands, observing the blister. It was relatively small... but to the boy it looked large. "ow.." He said softly with a bit of a pout.

"Hello?"

Mel looked up and in the direction of the voice, he recognized the person's pretty quickley, but what really identified the person from such a distance as his dog. "Ryan!" He called, his voice echoed through the gym. He stood and shook his hands out his leg seemed to have fallen asleep, as he stood, he felt the agonizing little pins and needles starting in his foot. "Ah.. hey, Ryan!" He started to make his way towards the taller boy. He wasn't quite sure if Ryan knew it was him. When he finally reached him he looked up and smiled, "Hey Ryan~ it's me.. I have detention..."

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WC: 520
Tag: Sky!
Outfit: Blue short sleeve shirt and white shorts.
Notes: hmmm~

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Ryan new from the echoes from Ivy’s claws on the floor and his own foots steps that the room was pretty empty and big. From the sounds of the cleaning only one person was in it. Which is he glad about; he didn’t feel like dealing with a lot of people. There are actually only a few people he wanted and could deal with at this time in his life. For some reason Ryan had become somewhat antisocial. Maybe because all he needed or wanted Fidel gave him, so he had no reason to be social to other people. Though Fidel seemed to be getting busier and busier, which Ryan couldn’t blame him for; he did have job and Ryan really wasn’t sure what else was going on in his life. Ryan couldn’t expect Fidel to be by his side 24/7, but he wished he could; he knew that wasn’t going to happen. It was his own selfish desire, one he had to ignore,

Ryan chewed on the inside of his lip; he took in a deep breath. He was expecting to only smell cleaning stuff, like the soap this person was using. But he smelled something else, something that made him wrinkle his nose in disgusted. It smelled like left overs from lunch or dinner; most likely lunch. He rolled his eyes; he didn’t understand why people couldn’t clean up after themselves or make a mess in the first place. His peers were disgusting, if it wasn’t one thing it was another. This made him wonder what his one disgusting habit was; maybe he should ask Fidel or his brother. Fidel probably would say he didn’t have any disgusting habits; this made him smile. Beside him Ivy had started whining; Ryan didn’t know what had gotten into her. She wasn’t the type of dog to whine like this. She only whined like this when there was someone around she knew. This made Ryan wonder who it was that was in here.

Ryan heard the person scrub the floor pretty hard made him wonder what he was scrubbing. There was only one way for to find out since all he saw was darkness. Ryan couldn’t really keep in touch with anyone, how he kept in touch with people was the schools chat. Since no one went on there it wasn’t surprising that Ryan hadn’t talked to any of his friends. Ryan sighed just before hearing the person get up. Ryan heard the echo of his name from the other person; he smiled as he recognized the voice. “Mel” He whispered; his eyes shined from happiness. He was so glad to have bumped into a friend. Ryan took Ivy paw of the leach to go say ‘hello’ to Mel. Ivy walked toward Mel wanting him to pat her. She missed seeing him as much as Ryan did or maybe even more so. Ryan smiled gently at the other boy he could not see but knew was there. “Hallo Mel. It’s been a long time since we last talked.” Other than Dymetri; before they broke up. Mel was really the only friend he had hung out with other than Hina. Though it seemed like Hina only came over to be comforted by a friend, not like Mel who did come around to hang out. Ryan smiled, he would have never thought that Mel would have detention. “You have detention? You’re the last person I thought would ever have detention.” Ryan guessed Mel’s detention was to clean this room; whatever the room was. Ryan bit his lower lip “How has life been treating you?”


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