{ChautinxMohs} BLITZ || How I Live Everyday

[Muffinface]

Mohs Aurum

XX

Something seems off, but I can't quite put my finger on it.



See, normally I'm not that attentive and I don't really give a shit about the way stuff is in my locker, but it came open without me even putting in the combination and I swear I locked it before I left. I've got a damn good memory, and I seriously remember the 'Click' of the lock, and the exact number I turn it to to make sure it's locked- seven. Every time it's seven.



Nothing seemed to be missing, per sey, but I can just imagine grimy little fingerprints all over my various scheduals and notebooks and statistics sheets, and while I'm inspecting lal my crap, I notice one book in particular is out of place.



I try to put it on the bottom of my full-length locker, because honestly, who's gonna look at the floor? Normally they'd find shoes, but if someone were to look down, they'd see an old composition notebook- one of the old school ones with black and white camoflague-esque patterns across the front and back. I can feel my lips turning down as I think about it, and I stare down at olive-drab metal where the book should be at.



A hand rises and ruffles through the papers in my otherwise orderly space, and I find it shoved all the way to the left- definately where I did not leave it, with the broken spine facing me like a beacon. As I reach for it, my hand gets entangled in something finer than spider's silk- a few hairs.



Pulling them out, I notice their lenght- they'd come about to a girl's upper-back if they were attatched to her head, and they are definately dyed. The root is dark, brunette, but it fades almost to a startling bright blonde at the tips.



Someone's been through my shit, and I know exactly who.



The kids are particularly jumpy today, and I resist the urge to thwap them on the shins as I pass by. Some days I feel like an eighty year old trapped in a teenagers body. Today is definately that kind of day.



I've got her this time.



So help me gods I've got her.



"Cartier!" I snap, pushing my way into the ring of kids gathered around the chick. "Cartier, we gotta talk. Now." Her trainer tries to stop me- a ginger male with a generally kind demeanor. He can tell I'm furious, and after I shush him with a wave of my hand, he gestures for her to go.

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[Avalon]

.:Chautin Cartier:.

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Today had started off like any other normal day in the life of me, Chautin Cartier. My daily routine commenced with training, and concluded with training, it was nothing new. It was fun at times though, if I had to admit it. No one would even have a simple thought race through their mind that I got the slightest thrill from heavily mangling others during evaluations with my own two hands. It was almost as thrilling as messing with the unsuspecting beings in my leisure.

Mohs Aurum.

To me, Mohs was the kind of boy I would describe as vulnerable. He's always been prone to my taunting and teasing throughout the various years of being in each others acquaintance. To me, it was always thrilling to irritate him, for some reason. I viewed it as the most simple base nature, predator to prey. This very morning, before training had began, I found the very special opportunity to get on his fragile nerves. I can recall faintly to him clicking the lock back onto his locker, then leaving to do who knows what. In the very moment I had memorized his locker combination, as I glanced over his shoulder right before he opened it. I was always one that had a good sense of memory, when it came to combinations and sorts. He hadn't noticed me behind him for the time being, perhaps because he was too focused on his precious diary that he laid in it's resting place at the bottom of his locker. Once he had decided to leave, it was cue to move in, and in doing so and infiltrating his privacy, I snatched several papers in his notebook, full of poetry written upon every line.

"Cartier!"

"Cartier, we gotta talk. Now."

Ripping through the tide of people that barricaded me, surrounding me like a barrier from forces like him. A blatant grin paints itself across my pristine canvas. I turned ever so slowly towards the boy, who seemed more than aggravated at me, but for who knows why? As he approached, the trainer tried to ease him down from doing anything hasty. An exchange of an icy gaze was well enough for him to dismiss me from class, which was a waste of training time that I could use for my benefit. Gesturing me to go along with the enraged boy, I cross my arms over my chest and follow his lead through the waves of people that smashed against us as we made our way through.


"Is there a reason you took me out of class? I can't be assed with pointless conversations.", my grin widens as the sarcasm spews past my lips from the tip of my tongue.

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Says— #a69dd2

[Muffinface]

Mohs Aurum

XX

This little brat, who the hell does she think she is just waltzing up to someone's property and vandalizing it like that!? She knows what she did, I can see it plastered all across her countenance as if she's Miss Panem or some shit.

That's the thing about Chautin- when she wants to be, she's tolerable. Otherwise she has all the grace and tact of a bull in a china shop, what with her persona and all that. From what I hear, a few years ago there was an 'Incident' with her and some other kid, but I wasn't around yet so I don't get to know that. Pay grades and everything right?

Then, her pretty mouth expels the most genius words I've ever heard her say- "I can't be assed with pointless conversations." Oooh, like she expects it to sting? Well it does a little bit, because I know she knows that I know and it infuriates me to no end when she does this kind of shit. I've got better things to do, and really, so does she.

"Charming. I can feel my personality transform into a dull shade of grey when I talk to you." I hiss out at her as we pass fire-starting, then camouflage, and finally, after what feels like forever, we reach my area. First-aid. Nice, lonely, secluded, first-aid.

I've got a small classroom setup- twelve desks facing a chalkboard with a table and a medical plastic mannequin just in front of that. I limp on over to the closest desk, dragging my butt onto the scratched and battered wood, where my form can actually look intimidating without me relying on my mahogany cane for support.

"I'm not here to waste your time, and I sure as hell don't want to waste mine, so I'll say it- you know why I pulled you away." I pause for a moment, to give the words time to sink in. "It's illegal to take someone's stuff, you do know that right? I've got private medical documents in there, and you just dug through them like it was nothing to you. You've got to stop doing it- next time, you'll dig through the wrong person's stuff and they'll take it up a notch higher."

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[Avalon]

.:Chautin Cartier:.

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"Charming. I can feel my personality transform into a dull shade of grey when I talk to you."

Oh, burn? Are the meaningless words that are slipping off of his and towards my direction supposed to do something to me? There's no need for a comeback to such one that already makes him look foolish to begin with. My dead grandmother could come up with something more clever to insult me with than him. But I couldn't resist the forceful grin, because nonetheless at his attempts, they were what made him so innocent.

We traverse swiftly through the stations that are set up by each other. Passing by fire-starting and the camouflage, where I spent some amount of my time being. We finally reach the opposite, secluded side of the large center, where it seems as though every one neglects this station. First-Aid. Perhaps I never usually seen Mohs training, ever, due to the fact that with his injured leg, he was incapable of doing such a task. I suppose this was his territory, his little secluded area away from the others, where he could write his poetry freely.

Maneuvering my eyes, scanning the surroundings of desks and desks, and a shelf of books. I watch Mohs sit upon the table top of one of the desks, his face was held as stoic, however you could tell the frustration in his eyes that beat against my very being. In his valiant attempt to intimidate me, I could see clear past it, seeing as I'm not one to get intimidated very well.


"I'm not here to waste your time, and I sure as hell don't want to waste mine, so I'll say it- you know why I pulled you away."

"It's illegal to take someone's stuff, you do know that right? I've got private medical documents in there, and you just dug through them like it was nothing to you. You've got to stop doing it- next time, you'll dig through the wrong person's stuff and they'll take it up a notch higher."

Set back a bit by the lack of anger in his voice, I, myself, take to sitting upon a desk top. Choosing one parallel to where he was, so that we faced two and two. I crossed my legs and rested my elbow upon my thigh. Tilting my head to the side I responded with no words for a good amount of time. My grin remains upon my face, not daring to remove itself.

"You see, I couldn't give a rat's ass even if I tried about your situation at hand. But I think we're both on separate pages here, I haven't gone through any of your personal belongings. Why would you accuse me of such a treachery?"

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Says— #a69dd2

[Muffinface]

Mohs Aurum

XX

It takes every fiber of my being not to smack her black and blue with my cane. My eyes trail upwards to glare at the chalkboard covered in my neat and orderly handwriting. I went over tourniquets earlier in class today, and some of the colorful scraps of cloth we used were still scattered about. I couldn't' say anything at first to the girl, I couldn't even look at her.

She does these things on a regular basis. I'm not the fist trainer to complain about it either, but our damn boss refuses to do anything on the grounds that there 'Isn't any proof' and we just need to leave the girl alone. I've petitioned to get cameras in the locker room, but the higher ups just look at me like I was gonna be the one to foot the bill, so I dropped it after the first clipboard went around.

Finally, my gaze snaps to her when she opens her mouth again. "You should give a 'rat's ass', as you put it, so ladylike. I found ombre hair in my locker- it got caught in the hinges. You're the only one who has hair that length for one, not put up in a tie or anything." Her words echo around the small room, and I bite my own lip. I'm even pretty sure she didn't bother wiping her hands or anything before she pried open my lock or whatever she did.

I hate that stupid Cheshire cat smile she has- like she knows what she's saying bothers me. As hard as I try to not let her see it, anger and rage just starts seeping out of me like sap from a freshly cut pine. Who the fuck does she think she is, digging through things like the entire world is her plaything!?

"Could you just try to stay away from the boy's locker room, and out of my shit next time?" My left hand flutters to the pocket on my flannel where I still keep her hair, and my lips contort to a snarl before I realize what I'm doing. "I could legally have you arrested for this."

So much for staying cool as a cucumber I guess.

Sometimes, it feels nice to just be able to blow up like a volcano and let things out- in a way I can't do on Thursday nights at the bar on First and Legend. Already, I can feel the heat creeping into my face, and the sweat start to accumulate on the back of my neck, and judging by that stupid, stupid smirk, she probably can too.

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[Avalon]

.:Chautin Cartier:.

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"You should give a 'rat's ass', as you put it, so ladylike. I found ombre hair in my locker- it got caught in the hinges. You're the only one who has hair that length for one, not put up in a tie or anything."

The Cheshire grin feels like it's permanently etched into my immaculate cheeks. My grin twisted and knotted, and began to tingle, however I couldn't help it. I knew clearly that the words that I shot his way were getting on his very nerves, slipping through the surface of his pale flesh. It was as though the new found anger that was showcasing through his demeanor was coursing through his veins as well. I could see it clearly in his eyes, fighting back the urge from attempting to beat me to a pulp with his rich mahogany cane. This was amusing, and although I know he is more than furious, I couldn't help but not take it seriously.

"Could you just try to stay away from the boy's locker room, and out of my shit next time?"

"I could legally have you arrested for this."

Oh? Arrest me then, peacekeeper. I wasn't scared nor intimidated by his petty threats and words that he upchucked at me. The law was no new stranger to me, I've become close acquaintances with trouble, and it's followed me ever since. It all began with the case that opened several years ahead... I can recall very little, to almost nothing specific in detail whatsoever. All I remember is blacking out, and then being restrained down from off of the girl. That bitch. I wasn't one to lose my temper very fast that it would escalate to violence, and I tried to contain it all, but the beast got the best of me.

"Nice detective work, sir. I could let you in on a little something though, who would they believe? I mean your complaints every other time ended with failure, what makes you so sure that this will succeed?" His word meant nothing over mine. Seeing as I got out of the case with the girl, years ago, I could easily get out of a case that this boy could hold against me. My family is the owners of successful businesses, we have all the connections that one could only wish for.

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Says— #a69dd2

[Muffinface]

Mohs Aurum

XX

THAT LITTLE MINX FUCKING CONFESSED.

It took every single fucking fiber of my being not to just pounce on her now and pummel her into the ground, but as stiff as my joints became, as taut as my body felt, I didn't move. I refuse to give in to her- I know exactly what she's doing to me, and I can tell this time, her grin is genuine.

I've tried reasoning with her, I've tried appealing to her better nature, and I've definitely tried intimidating her. It seems the only thing I have left is either to succumb, or what I'm about to say and do next.

"Just.. Why? Why do you bother me like this? Is it some twisted way of getting my attention?" I question, finally pulling off of the desk, leaning heavily on my cane. The stick feels hot in my hand, and I can tell my eyebrows are knitting in that way that usually means I'm thinking too hard about something.

"Why be in the boy's locker room in the first place? Maybe you feel like you need extra attention from men? I would too, if I felt as insecure as you."

Bombshell dropped; that should get her attention well enough. My own smirk slowly starts to gather on my face as I turn my back to her, gazing to the chalkboard covered in diagrams and notes from earlier classes, from kids who actually listened to me. I miss the days where all I had to do was say jump and the brats did it.

Damn, why does every single fucking girl in this district think it's sooo fun to just toy with guys like this? Women like Chautin are the reason I don't think I'm ever going to get married.

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