[CLOSED] turn me up all the way.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc smirked. "I know you do. That's okay. You can seduce from that side of the room." He said, bending back over to roll it in paint again. He started painting again, blowing his hair out of his face. He groaned, stretching out as far as he could to try and reach the roof. He tumbled off the bench, nearly knocking over the paint container.

"Oh, I'm graceful as a butterfly." He said sarcastically, climbing back up onto the bench. He ran his other hand through his hair, pushing his hair back a bit. He ran the roller up and down the wall.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan laughed. "Will do." He stretched up slowly, barely reaching the corner and pushing the roller up to try and get it at the crevice, managing to drop it and get paint on his cheek and chest. "Shit," He huffed in complaint, climbing off the bench.

He glanced up at a knock, shaking his head at Zayne's silent expression of laughter. "Need something?"
He pointed at the math book he held, and Ryan ducked into the office, grabbing the two that had been left behind and handing them to him, catching the signed thanks as he grabbed his paint roller again. "Your welcome!" He called after him, glaring up at the ceiling.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc looked over when Zayne walked in, and couldn't help thinking of the time him and Dyson had been talking about him. He was still hot as hell. He watched him go, then laughed when Ryan came back. "You have uh.. something on your.." He poked him in the arm with the paint roller. "There. You have something there." He chuckled, turning back to put more paint on his roller. He started back on the wall, balancing on one leg to stretch up and get the wall just by the roof.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"Eck, hey," Ryan complained, groaning dramatically. "Now I'm going to have to take a shower." He probably needed to, anyway, huffed when his phone went off, shaking his head. "I gotta be the worst officer in history." Glaring over at the phone, he bent for more paint, straightening up to continue up and down the wall before stretching up to get the next strip up at the top.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc smirked, nearly falling off the bench again. "I get to go home everyday and pretend I actually matter." He mumbled. He hated having to hide what he had with Dyson. But it was how Dyson wanted it, and Luc wasn't going to argue.

"Faggot." Someone said as they walked past and he bent over to get more paint. He started down the wall, his lines neat and calculated so he didn't miss any spots. The guy bumped him, and Luc almost fell.

"Fuck you." He spat, and the guy turned and glared at him. He started back on the wall, gritting his teeth.

[ryan leonardo matson]

"I'm sure you-" He paused at the comment from the other, but didn't say anything until he bumped into Lucas. "Hey, Marshal! Knock it off!" He snarled, looking ready to go smack the kid. He shook his head, returning to his painting. "You okay?" He murmured, not really too sympathetic, but enough to prove he cared. He shook his head. "I swear, if kids these days aren't straight, they're punished," He mumbled.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

"I'm fine. It's not like they haven't done worse." He said with a shrug. He couldn't help thinking of all the times those same guys had forced him on his knees, or slammed him against the lockers or the shower walls. They had done unspeakable things to him, and as much as he had hoped it would stop when he got to high school, it didn't.

"I'm not even.. I date girls too." He mumbled, starting down lower on the wall. He slipped on the bench, kneeling down on the floor.

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan shrugged. "Yeah? So? I like guys and girls. It shouldn't really matter." He finished the section he was doing. "Just don't see why others can't understand that." He glanced over at him thoughtfully a moment, then shook his head, deciding against what he had planned to say before starting on another section of wall.

[lucas 'luc' cooper pike]

Luc shrugged his shoulders, working carefully on the part of the wall he was at. "Because.. people are narrow minded.. If everything doesn't conform to what their mommies and daddies taught them when they were little, then it's automatically bullshit." He started going back up the wall again, up on his knees.

"And then there's the people who are afraid to even let anyone know. I -frankly- don't give a fuck who my stupid ass pisses off, but there's people who do care, and it bothers me. But I guess they have a reason because they see people like me being tortured, bruises from rape and crap and so they decide it's not worth it and hide." He shrugged, adding more paint to his roller. "If I wanted to hide, I would have been a fucking turtle, thats the way I see it."

[ryan leonardo matson]

Ryan paused, looking over at him. "Hide..like...Dyson?" He smiled gently, shaking his head. "I can't say I can relate to rape, if anyone here hurts you, lemme know, they'll be off any team, and running laps til they pass out." He nodded, returning to his painting again.

"I'm not that blind, you know. Not all teachers are." A faint smirk.