Sweets (Quin)

[Dale McCall]

The common area was quite empty as a small, petite man lay lethargically against one of the spacious sofa's. His body had twisted into a pose, that didn’t seem ultimately comfortable; but it seemed to suit him just fine in his unnervingly static state.

From the waist up, he sprawled: left arm stretched out across his stomach against the padded cushions in which his torso leant, right palm dangling over one of the arm rests as he arched back to lay half way off the floor. His head lolled backwards in an awkward position, chin pointing heavenwards. His legs told another tale, each one folded almost frighteningly neatly together on top of the head rest, his red cowboy boots tapping together.

Cowboy’s wore boots didn’t they? Well, nothing like what Dale was wearing, obviously. His were way better. He loved to dress up; always been quite fascinated by his own image and what he can do with it. Dale had a non-masculine aspect to his attire. Probably due to his androgynous, danyesque dress sense; Dale liked to adapt a whole group of sub-cultures, to fit his own strange style. He loved to dress up like Mick Jagger and David Bowie; stylish, effeminate men, really.

Today, Dale was clad in a KISS jacket zipped up against his thin frame, over the top of a green singlet. He loved that jacket too - with flames lining the bottoms of the sleeves, and red lightning bolts striking in a vertical fashion on his right shoulder, outlined in white. The large 'KISS' logo, wasl also written in red lettering, also with white outlines. Black jeans clung to his short legs, held up by a black belt, with a pacman print on it. Red leather boot’s completed the ensemble, with a small stacked heel, to help give him a little height. Being 5’6” wasn’t fun.

Dale’s hair, too was something that he loved. Raven-black in color, it was a a basic back-comb structure, slightly root-boosted framing a cheeky fringe. His hair was a bit of a theme in itself, it sort of looked like a woman’s wig, worn backwards. He could still smell the fresh amount of volume boost he’d put in it.

He sounds pretty spruced up doesn’t he? No, this was pretty casual by Dale’s standards. If you caught a glimpse of his closet back in his dorm, you’d probably think you walked into a forth dimension, or something. Dale put allot of time into his appearance (evidently). He liked to look different. Growing up, his heroes weren’t comics, but androgynous musicians: Jagger, Bowie, Syd Barrett. (Although he liked Peter Cook’s style and looks too). He liked clothes and make-up, he liked the transformation.

Dale wasnt planning on doing anything today, really. What he had wanted to do was have a duvet day. He had just wanted lay in bed all day, all cosy and warm like a little bug in a rug. Sure it wasn’t very productive, but life wasn’t always about being productive was it? Instead, he decided to hide out in the common room for a bit, and just scoff his face with sweets, which he was cradling on his stomach, in a small paper bag.

Sweets are the best invention in the whole world, in Dale's opinion! Bollocks to all that ‘they rot the teeth and mind’ stuff, do they hell! They painted his mind in every colour of the rainbow, but not the dark and gloomy colours, happy colours that brighten the place up. They sparked his imagination and made me grin stupidly. sweets. Packed full with sugar and additives and artificial colours. He didn’t know what the last two are but they taste damn good!

He loved the sweets that resemble animals the best like the long jelly snakes or the small chewy green turtles, but he did love lollypops and sweets that crackled in his mouth. He liked sherbet too, especially flying saucers; he'd bite them open as a kid and drained the powder inside. Sent him dizzy for hours, he used to dart about everywhere grinning madly not caring about anything.

Chocolate was another favourite, as long as it was milk chocolate he’ll eat it. He could remember trying some dark chocolate once, not knowing what the hell it was. He'd bought this bar from the shop and tried one piece, spat it out and threw the rest of the bar away. Dark chocolate was not nice; it lacked sweetness and just tasted bitter. Apparently it was better for you than milk or white chocolate but Dale thought it was worse. White chocolate was simply amazing the way it melts in the mouth, feels all creamy and light.

Milky Bars were great but Galaxy bars beat them by a mile.

Can’t beat chocolate.

But sweets are pretty genius, they win hands down.
Lazily, Dale lifted the hand that had been resting on the arm rest and felt around for the bag of sweets, not even bothering to look up as he tried to reach into the bag to take out the first sweet he felt. His fingers wrapped around something that rustled, like a wrapper, and pulled it out, holding one end of the wrapper with his teeth and pulling on the other end to upwrap it, before popping it into his mouth; chewing happily as he let the empty wrapper drop to the floor underneith his head.

"Mmm," He licked his lips merrily, just as he heard the door of the common area open, and close somehere from behind the couch. It didnt occur to him that he should move; he was way too happy there. Beside's, whoever it was, he was sure they were'nt going to mind him just laying there for a while, surely.

[Jacob C. Quinto]

Quin walked through the corridors, hands tucked in his pockets, fiddling with the spikes on his dirty blonde hair. In his mouth was a piece of bubble gum; his jaw move up and down as he softly chewed it. There were continuous soft 'squish' sounds as his teeth bit down into the rubbery candy.

He'd press the wad of gum against his cheek with his tongue, just letting it sit there. Every now and then a bubble he had blown would pop and the paper thin gum would stick to his bottom lip, forcing him to suck the lip in to his mouth and grab the sticky gum with his top teeth.

There'd be a constant echo of his footsteps as Quin walked along that empty hallway, an occasional student walking pass him; from the guys he'd receive a high five, a lifted hand -as their wave- or a plain nod, as an acknowledgement of his presence. And then there were the girls.

Quite a few would smile and blush, turning away. And quite a few, his exes mainly, would either achieve a pudgy expression and look sad, or give a wide scowl and or scoff. But the more sensible ones, the majority of the student body, would pass Quin with no actios, or at the most a gentle wave and 'hi'.

A cheery, petite brunette passed him, her red-haired friend behind. Quin smirked and gave a playful bow, smiling at them and said, "afternoon, ladies." The brunette giggled, waving her hand close to her bodice whereas the red-head rolled her eyes, grabbing her friend by the arm and stalked off.

The Casimire kid walked on, chewing the rubbery candy which had by now lost it's taste. His hands were now behind his head, behind the hood of the short-sleeved black jacket he wore. His faded blue jeans were baggy and loose, touching the tile floor. His long-sleeved plain white t-shirt was present under his hoodie.

Eventually he ended the aimless venture, stopping right in front of the common room. He brought his hand down from the back of his neck where it had laid, turning the handle of the doorknob and entering the common room. There he found another student sprawled across the couch, eating candy.

Raising his eyebrows Quin slowly walked closer toward the student and chuckled a little. He surely was engrossed in the treats. "Mind if I take a few?" he asked, nodding his head in the direction of the paper bag. His gum was losing flavor, after all.

[Dale McCall]

Dale's eye's where closed as he munched down on the small sweet between his teeth. He felt the chocolatey texture on his tongue, and hummed merrily as it melted; dairy milk. Score!

A voice coming from above him broke Dale out of his euphoria and he opened his powedery blue eyes to look up at a young guy looking down at him. The guy was obviously tall; a giant compared to Dale, actually, with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, cut very short, and spiked around his head. Dale hadn't met him before, but judging from how compfortable the guy seemed hanging around the common room, Dale assumed that he'd been at the academy for a while.

Dale hadn't been at the academy for very long, about a fortnight to be honest. But he'd already had a good taste of what Firefly Field's was about.He hadn't met many guys yet; most of the people he'd introduced himself to where female. He'd always gotten along better with women. It was just one of those thing's. Men often took one look at him and thought, 'fag', or 'fairy', when in reality, Dale was very compfortable in his sexuality; he knew he was straight.

He read a book once, about the New York Dolls and David Johansen was saying that none of them were gay or even bisexual, and that when they started dressing in stilettos and leather pants, women got it straight away with no explanation. But a lot of men had problems. It’s one of those strange things. A man will go, ‘You bloody queer.’ And you just think, ‘Well, your girlfriend fancies me.’ Men where very conditioned to think a certain way, whilst women were cooler about stuff.

Dale swallowed the chocolatey fruit in his mouth, just as he opened his eyes to hear the guy ask if he could have one of the sweets. His right hand, which had been resting back on the arm rest, rose once more, this time taking the paper bag and holding it up above his head. "'Ere ya go, squire." He spoke with a lazy cockney lilt, deciding against trying to get up to adjust himself into a 'propper' sitting possition now that there was someone else in the common area. Number one) it was almost impossible to get up out of this sort of laying possition without looking like an absolute tit or falling onto the floor in the process, and two) he was feeling too lazy to bother trying anyway.

Dale smiled in amusement as the guy looked down at him, one brow raised slightly. Whether it was because Dale was so engrossed in the sweets, or because of the way he was laying, or because of the way that he was dressed (maybe all three), he wasn't sure. But he was enjoying the attention either way. "You should try one of the licorice boo'laces, they're well sweet."