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[wynne SHANNON evans]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] i go off like a gun, like a loaded weapon TEAR THE FLESH, I WOKE TODAY FEELING LIKE SOME KIND OF MASOCHIST. YOU MANIFEST, BRING THINGS TO BE, YEAH YOUR MOJO WITCHCRAFT HONEY IT'S WORKING ON ME SO LET'S MAKE A MESS, TEAR UP THE SHEETS, EVERY WORD YOU SPEAK SENDS A SHIVER THROUGH ME There was absolutely no good reason for Wynne's banging on Noah's door at four o'clock in the morning. The boy hadn't done anything wrong, he wasn't being noisy or obnoxious, Wynne hadn't tripped over one of Noah's shoes in the hall and felt like punishing him for it. No, it was nothing like that. The reason the Kappa Iota Gamma president was banging on his door was really quite simple; he was drunk, Florian shooed him away when the curly-haired Irishman prodded him for sex, and he needed some way to get that excess energy out. And what better way than by beating the piss out of one of his frat brothers? It made sense in Wynne's mind, anyway. They had a good relationship going. Wynne beat Noah up, Noah beat Wynne up, they called each other awful things until they tired themselves out and went their separate ways. It worked for them. It was like having a mistress, but there was no sex involved. No sexual anything, really. And maybe that part was a bit weird, that sex and fighting were in the same vein for Wynne. Or maybe it was just the release of energy bit, the ability to get that excess... Wynne-ness out so that he could just rest for a while. It didn't seem like a lot to ask. Whether Noah understood or not wasn't Wynne's problem, and he made no attempt to make it seem like it was. He was happy just barging in to Noah's room and shoving him out of bed with no explanation, no hesitation, no warning. Shoving him out of bed with every intention of either beating the piss out of him or getting the piss beat out of. His breath reeked of vodka his face was flushed with visible signs of his intoxication. Not that Noah would be able to see that in the dark. "Get up." He demanded, Irish brogue rough and firm. "Get up you big fucking pussy." ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 IT'S SMALL AS SHIT, I'M SO SORRY ; ;

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[NOAH BENNETT GOLDSTEIN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Noah had headed to his room in a particularly bad mood that night. Usually coming back to the house and seeing a few of the guys make fools of themselves put him slightly better spirits, but not even that helped. It had been a bad day, one of the worst in quite some time. More often than not he complained about something or other, but he didn't think it was possible to have so many things go wrong in twenty four hours. Work had been even more annoying than normal, there seemed to be an obnoxiously large presence of morons around him. Not to mention Noah had failed his calculus test, putting his grade point average dangerously close to having him ineligible for KIΓ. Plus there was the whole ordeal that if he didn't do something by the end of the semester, his parents would be pissed. They had known Noah as the straight-A top of the class student he used to be. Remembering those days seemed like ages ago. So it was feeling rather irritated that the social chair slumped off to bed, not stopping to catch up with anyone. Isolating himself in the somewhat privacy of his room, Noah almost thought about attempting some homework before brushing off that thought and moping instead. Much more productive. Seeing the minutes tick away, he couldn't wait for this day to end and happily resigned to sleep. That was easier said than done, though. Noah found himself staring at the ceiling, wondering if the paint had been chosen as an off-white color or if it was just dirty. Probably the latter. KIΓ wasn't exactly known for having greatest house on Greek row. His thoughts wandering, finally he began to doze off. Of course that couldn't last for long. The banging on his door made Noah groan and mutter incoherently under his breath. He was too groggy to realize what was going on and instead rolled over, burying his head into the pillow and hoping whoever it was would just go away. The numbers on his alarm clock were only a red blur swimming in front of his eyes, but squinting he could just make out a four. Hell, who was at his door at four in the morning? Ridiculous. Noah mumbled a little bit louder and wished they would go away. No such luck. Before his sleeping mind could process what was going on, the junior was being shoved out of bed and fell to the floor. He was suddenly much more alert, and felt anger beginning to flare up. The question of who it was didn't linger long, the voice was a dead give away if the actions weren't. "What the fuck is your problem," Noah shot back, scrambling to his feet and glaring through the darkness at Wynne. He rolled his eyes as the president told him to get up. If that's what he wanted, maybe he shouldn't have knocked him over in the first place, right? It was way too early in the morning, but now that they had started, it would be hard to stop. The boy stepped closer, shoving Wynne back. That was close enough proximity to smell the alcohol on his breath. "You''re an angry drunk," he said, a smirk appearing on his lips. Even with the lack of light, Noah so frequently wore the expression that it shouldn't be a surprise. He aggressively pushed Wynne back again, getting right into the rhythm of their usual fights. "Shouldn't you be off with your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend? I'm sure he'd love to hear the story of how you're off in other people's rooms at ungodly hours of the morning." [ this is short and yucky, but lol i love them so much. and wynne and flo are public right? if not that makes my post awkward and wrong. ]

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[wynne SHANNON evans]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] i go off like a gun, like a loaded weapon TEAR THE FLESH, I WOKE TODAY FEELING LIKE SOME KIND OF MASOCHIST. YOU MANIFEST, BRING THINGS TO BE, YEAH YOUR MOJO WITCHCRAFT HONEY IT'S WORKING ON ME SO LET'S MAKE A MESS, TEAR UP THE SHEETS, EVERY WORD YOU SPEAK SENDS A SHIVER THROUGH ME "I don't think he'd give a shit if being in someone else's room at ungodly hours means kicking the shit out of you." The Irishman shoved back, putting all of his weight behind it for a better shove. It always started like this. This was their foreplay. Some shouting and pushing. Then it was screaming and rolling on the floor. Then it was punching. Then they resorted to whatever weapons they could find(they generally being Wynne, weapons generally being chairs and night stands and bar stools) and finally, when both of them were bloodied and exhausted, they laid back for a smoke. Fighting meant nothing. Wynne wasn't going around having sex with everything on legs any more and fighting was almost all he had for stress release. Everything that bothered him, everything that upset him came out in fists and kicks. It didn't matter who he fought with, but Wynne liked fighting with Noah. He liked that mutual understanding they had, that booty call mentality. When Wynne needed to fight, he'd drag himself up to Noah's room and proceed to beat the piss out of him. Now that he was clearly dating someone(who was a guy), hitting on girls who were standing right next to their muscly boyfriends no longer got him the desired effect three times out of five. They just laughed and said something stupid and bitchy and Wynne was left to deal with his... fist hard-on some other way. The relationship he and Noah had just... worked somehow. In some sick way, it was perfect. "We know I'm an angry drunk. Why are you surprised kid? And don't call Florian pathetic! If I wasn't going to kick your flat little ass before, I sure as shit am now!" ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 Yesss, they're semi-public. It's not a secret but they're not, like, open, yannow?

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[NOAH BENNETT GOLDSTEIN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more He may have kept up the act that he hated Evans -- well, it wasn't really an act, the guy was an annoying asshole, there was no denying that -- but so was Noah and he almost enjoyed their little arrangement. It was almost a silent agreement to beat the crap out of each other and enjoy it. He often picked fights, but none really compared to the ones with Wynne. Snide remarks, a bit of shoving, throw in some punches and they both had an outlet for their anger and frustration. Most of the guys in the house had given up on trying to diffuse the situation or even attempt to pull them off of each other. It was best to let them fight it out because once the two got going, there wasn't much that would stop them. They could fight and argue and hate each other, and then just go along their merry ways afterward. Even though Wynne made him want to strangle babies and kick puppies at times, whatever they had worked, for some odd reason. Noah wasn't sure why or how, but it did. If he couldn't get laid, punching Evans was the next best thing... which was a little alarming, actually, now that he thought about it. A pretty messed up relationship for sure, but who was he to question it? "Yes, he's pathetic and so are you. A lovely couple," he scoffed, gagging on the idea of the two together. Insulting the other boy had riled Wynne up even more. Excellent, the angrier the better. The junior had never really minded Florian up until now, tolerated him at least. However, associating with the Kappa president was a sure way to lose any respect he might have had for the guy, which was minimal to begin with. What exactly was going on between Florian and Wynne, anyways? Noah wasn't sure, but he would tease them mercilessly for it none the less. It was kind of ridiculous that Evans had more game than him, though. It wasn't jealousy, was it? Nah, it couldn't be. "I think you need to rethink who will be kicking whose ass," Noah grumbled, pushing him back. All this, the banter and taunts, was leading the inevitable fight. "How about we make this easy and cut right to the chase." He glared in Wynne's direction, quickly moving on from the threatening shoves to something a bit more violent. The junior clenched his fists and pulled an arm back, prepared to knock some sense into the idiot. Fighting with Evans just never got old. [ tried not to godmod -hides- ]

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[wynne SHANNON evans]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] i go off like a gun, like a loaded weapon TEAR THE FLESH, I WOKE TODAY FEELING LIKE SOME KIND OF MASOCHIST. YOU MANIFEST, BRING THINGS TO BE, YEAH YOUR MOJO WITCHCRAFT HONEY IT'S WORKING ON ME SO LET'S MAKE A MESS, TEAR UP THE SHEETS, EVERY WORD YOU SPEAK SENDS A SHIVER THROUGH ME Noah of all people should have known that Wynne didn't want sense knocked into him. He did and said the wrong things, specifically! He liked making people angry, messing up, being a general douchebag. Sense? Sense didn't exist for Wynne Evans thank you. Sense was relative. He knew the fist was coming before it even cocked back, but he was drunk enough and stupid enough to start moving as the fist nailed him in the head. So that was a bad move. The first bad move would have to be picking a fight when he was too drunk to properly fight back. Still, half the fun was getting his ass kicked. He was so used to it by then and somehow even that was a release of sorts. But of course, it wasn't quite as good as winning. Winning, which was tougher than it always sounded. Winning always seemed so easy but when they actually got down to it, it was difficult. Wynne should have known this was a fight he was doomed to lose from the very beginning. Slow reaction times, inability to see properly, limbs dragging him down to the ground as if they, too, were full of alcohol. It wasn't going to be good, but Wynne didn't care. Wynne hadn't thought that far ahead. He'd only thought far enough ahead to where he grabbed Noah and dragged him to the ground by dropping all of his dead weight onto the other boy so that he could attempt to pin him and, from there, just wail on his face until he tired himself out. So he flopped as violently as possible onto his fellow Kappa and used his weight to pull him down. Then the dance began, the rolling punching kicking kneeing hair pulling biting dance of seeing who got to be on top for a moment and have a few seconds of having the upper hand. It would change, of course, it always did. "Fuck off Noah, you big twat!" Maybe this time the upper hand would make all the difference. Wynne somehow wormed his way up, sitting himself quite solidly on Noah's chest and squeezing the man with his knees as tightly as possible to keep from being thrown or bucked off. One hand reached for hair to hold Noah's head where he wanted it, the other cocked back and punched blindly. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark but slowly, and what he could see was blurry and shifted in and out of focus. ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 GOD-MODE. DO IT. I DON'T CARRRRR.

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[NOAH BENNETT GOLDSTEIN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Knocking some sense into Evans really wasn't much of a realistic option, the guy was too far gone to ever have any hope of being tolerable. Even though attempting to punch the idiot out of Wynne was impossible -- hey, he wasn't a miracle worker, now was he? -- it still wouldn't stop Noah from trying. It was almost better that the Kappa president stayed the way he was, without his horrid personality the junior would lose his number one punching bag. Whether it was getting his ass kicked or the other way around, it always ended up being an outlet for frustration. Something worked between the two of them, they just agreed to beat each other up. Who knows how irritable Noah would be without it. Thinking about how violent he would be if he couldn't have the occasional scuffle with Wynne wasn't a very nice thought, people would hate him even more than they already did. It was an awful realization that he couldn't live with the guy, but couldn't live without him. Although the outcome of the fight didn't matter as much as just getting to punch something for a while, Noah did realize that his opponent wasn't the most... alert that night, or morning technically. Maybe alert was not the right word to be thinking of, but the other boy's reactions were a little slow and sluggish. He smirked as Evans wasn't able to dodge the hit, but that victory was short lived as he was soon dragged down to the ground. No amount of pushing or shoving got Wynne off of him, so he was left trying to avoid getting hit in the face, rather unsuccessfully that is. Trying to get out of his grip wasn't working either, which made Noah frustrated. How on earth could he lose a fight with someone who was piss drunk and barely able to see? Pathetic. "We both know that's not going to happen,"

[/b] the boy grumbled, smirking slightly as the Irishman cursed at him. It would take a lot more than that to get him to fuck off. The darkness really was not helping matters any though. By the time Noah saw the punch coming his way, it was too late to avoid it, and the fist soon connected with the side of his face. Fueled by a new surge of aggression, the social chair mustered up enough strength to force Evans off of him and then pin him to the ground. "Who has the upper hand now?"[/b] he hissed, a smug expression crossing his features in the shadows.

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[ sooo late I'm sorry. ]

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[wynne SHANNON evans]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] i go off like a gun, like a loaded weapon TEAR THE FLESH, I WOKE TODAY FEELING LIKE SOME KIND OF MASOCHIST. YOU MANIFEST, BRING THINGS TO BE, YEAH YOUR MOJO WITCHCRAFT HONEY IT'S WORKING ON ME SO LET'S MAKE A MESS, TEAR UP THE SHEETS, EVERY WORD YOU SPEAK SENDS A SHIVER THROUGH ME It really wasn't all that tough to overpower Wynne Evans. He was muscular, but he was also very long. His limbs were long, his body was just generally very lengthy. Trying to pull an arm up that was pinned down or to a wall was a bit like gripping the end of a stick and trying to hold it up while someone else pushed it down from the middle. He just didn't have enough leverage to free the limb. So he went down hard and spent a few moments stunned there on his back on the ground, trapped underneath Noah in a position that wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him. Sometimes it was sexual, most of the time it was violent. Even with Florian, that position was just as often a means to get control for the sake of one of them beating the piss out of the other. Naturally, it was mostly Wynne doing the beating. But that was a while ago. Back in that month or so when Wynne seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth, he didn't have Noah around to get his... Wynne-ness out. It was just him and Florian, the two of them, trapped together like rats and he had nowhere to go and nobody else to beat up! Of course it wasn't quite so dramatic at the time, but looking back in his intoxicated state, Wynne wondered how he survived! How had he not gone crazy and ripped his hair out and, more importantly, how had Noah survived? Clearly they needed each other for this sort of primal, physical release. They had others for the sexual parts. Well.. Wynne did anyway. But you couldn't fight with just anyone. This fight club thing they had going really... well it sort of brought them closer. Wynne trusted Noah not to take it too far, Noah trusted him to do the same. They'd both do some damage, that was a given, but they weren't aiming to kill. Just to let off some steam. And it worked for them. Though drunk and disoriented, Wynne gathered himself up before too long and began to fight back once more, hollering and swearing and flailing those long limbs all over the place. They smacked at Noah's face, threw knees at every bit of flesh they could reach, he even tried to headbutt the other male when he was feeling particularly desperate. It wouldn't be too long before he tired himself out again, however, and needed to take a breather. When the time came, he flopped back onto the floor and let out a long, heavy breath. "You're fucking heavy, mate." The Irishman wheezed. "Would you at least ease up a bit?" ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 GOD-MODE. DO IT. I DON'T CARRRRR.

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[NOAH BENNETT GOLDSTEIN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Did he view Wynne as nothing more than a punching bag? No, he also thought of the president as a foolish, moronic, drunken imbecile... but almost a friend. Almost. Three years with a person and you kind of had to learn to tolerate them. Evans was like some parasitic growth slowly growing on him, to the point where after a while he got used to it. If it was possible to get used to Wynne, that is. Even being crude and rude and dozens of other negative attributes Noah could come up with to describe the Irishman, he wasn't entirely awful, which was pretty good coming from the junior. As smug as ever, he wouldn't go as far to say he viewed Wynne as an equal. The guy could be a complete idiot sometimes, all the time really, but as far as the Kappas went, the social chair was closest to Wynne. They had bonded over all of their fighting, as odd as it seemed. He was one of the few people Noah could take his aggressions out on. Throwing a punch at Ian would be a mistake, the vice president was a pretty calm person most of the time, but the junior had a feeling Shea would totally annihilate him if he gave him reason to. That would be embarrassing. Noah wasn't the toughest guy around, losing the majority of fights he got himself into. Florian was out of the picture, he didn't beat up cripples. That was low, even for Noah, and god knows he would have hell to pay for messing with Evans' precious little flower. Trying anything with Ciel was out of the question too, it would make the flamer even more infatuated with him. Creepy shit, that was. In retrospect, Wynne was a pretty good alternative. And so it continued, their usual routine of fighting and then it was like nothing ever happened the next day. Noah attempted to grab at the other man's wrists to stop any hits, but ended up resorting to raising an arm to shield his face instead. With Wynne practically flailing, he tried to dodge being knocked around by any of his limbs. Rather unsuccessfully, since the junior felt a fist connect with the side of his face, the familiar sensation of dull pain radiating through his head. It wasn't a true fight if no one got hurt, right? He smirked as Wynne stopped, flopping to the floor. He too sat back for a moment, rubbing his temple. "You're ridiculous,"

[/b] Noah muttered. He wasn't going to get personal preferences in this. Letting out a low laugh, the junior slumped down a bit more. It was seriously too early for this, he was more tired out than normal. The whole arrangement they had was pretty funny, actually. They were using each other for a person to beat up. "Don't even deny that you only like me for my body and ability to knock you unconscious,"[/b] Noah joked.

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[ sooo late I'm sorry. ]

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