Aces Black :. Open .:

[Viktor Criss Smirnov]

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Black and white they fall from my hands,
for magic they find themselves
bent to my will as I twist the mind..
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The room was quiet but for the soft chatter of a few teachers and the low voice of the tv on not far from the table where the dark hair male sat. His hair was getting shaggy, he could use a hair cut soon, his bangs into his icy blue eyes when it wasn't pushed behind his ears. His hair too, was it's natural color for once he hadn't died it recently so his natural dark dirty blonde color. He sat backwards in his chair looking more like he should have been in the student common rooms not here among the teachers. He was more than aware that he looked like a student more often than not, that fact seemed to amuse him. On more than one occasion when he'd first started teacher here had asked why he wasn't in class. Criss being the cocky smart alek soul he was turned to the dean and adressed them by first name, asking, 'I don't know should I?' The dean looked embarashed and went about their bussiness.

It was his planning period, normally he'd have been outside in the court yard working on lesson plans or gradeing papers. But it was raining. Though personally that didn't bother him in the least he loved rain. However, he couldn't very well sit out in the rain without a few unwelcomed stares, nor did he wish to run around the halls the rest of the day soaking wet. So he lingered inside, here in the teacher's lounge. He was putting off gradeing too, instead he'd pulled a deck of Black Tiger Bicycle cards from his back hip pocket as he'd walked in and sat playing a game with himself. A half full cup of Starbucks coffee sat near him. Black pure black, 'like my soul' as he often said. He paused ever now and again to take a sip of the still decently warm coffee. It had been a long week, one that wasn't even half over yet.

With his chair turned backwards he sat with one leg beneath him and the other up in the chair. His right arm resting on it holding a his deck, face down, in his hand. Before him lay out a game of soulitare, one he currently was winning. He had the Ace of Diamons, Hearts and Clubs up. The Spade his favorite still eluded him within the deck. The Hearts had Ace through four atop it. Clubs was all but through with ten faceing on top. Diamonds was counted to six. Sliding a card off the deck with his thumb he let it fall silently to the table it fell face up. Grumbling something in Russian. It wasn't one he needed setting it aside he let another fall to the table, this one face down. Criss eyed it critcally as he fliped it over with his left hand. The look changed to a smile as he lay Jack of clubs down atop the ten.

He continued his game sitting alone for the moment rather enjoying the soulitde and the Soulitare. It was likely one of his favorite card games next to poker. Even if his blind sister knew his tell. He smirked a little perhaps they could play a hand or two tonite, could be amusing if he could actually manage to beat her. He had another deck he used playing her, one he'd poked holes into according to the card, so she could "read" them when they played. The thought of his sister made him pause in his game for the moment as he sat there thinking of her, she liked to linger of his shoulder and try to guess the cards that would fall from his hand, not just the cards but how they fell face down or up. He found himself doing that too when he played and she wasn't around to guess them. Of them both they didn't do so well guessing. It was always amusing to try. Even Criss with his love for magic only swayed the cards when doing a trick, even that with him wasn't an exact science. He smiply wasn't 'The Mindfreak' meerly just a Russian obessed with "M&M's, the two M's." Music and Magic.

He glanced up as the door opened just to see who it was, then let his gaze drift back to his game as another card fell from his right hand, face up on the table.

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Word Count : 766
Tag : To any Teacher or Faculty .. Or student just don't get in trouble..
Random : To any who wonder : The Cards
>.< I need some of those. Very cool. ;p -collects cards-

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mr. surgh, i want you to stand right out side of this door while I go get myself a cup of coffee. explained his second block teacher. this really was a regular routine. getting in trouble and what not. this time though, ms.whats-her-face teacher was meerly trying to prevent something from happening while she was gone. in order to make sure nothing happened, she had brought devon liam along with her to the teachers lounge, where he was to stand out side of the door patiently. yeah right, she sure did have another thing coming.

he had already planned what he would do when she left, but she had made him come along with her. something, that he truly was upset over. devon liam had planned on taking her many posters off the wall then restapleing them upside down, a task that he could have easily done while she got her daily coffee at approxoimently the middle of block. he rolled his eyes, knowing that this was silly to be waiting out here wasteing his precious time.

instantly, his mind began to look for something to pull, even if it was small and insignifigant. as he wondered what he should do next, a senior grabbed a book from her locker before slamming it and running off to class. a smirk came across the freshman's lips. it was not a big prank, probably not even one that people would be talking about, as they usually did with his works. no, he was not bragging, it was just true. besides, it was not like he was doing this for people to talk about, he was meerly was doing this forhimself. it was the joy of his day.

quickly he began to move toward the nearest locker. he swung the door open then removed all of the books from the top locker and threw them to the bottom locker, where the backpakcs usually were. he then placed the back packs on the top locker. devon liam had practiced moving fast and silently. he had easily done a good thirty five or so before he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. the boy jumped in surprise and turned to see a teacher that he had only seen in the hallways facing him with an angry face.

devon liam gave an innocent smile. well, this is akward. i think that i will just get back to class now. . .

[/color] his small body began to squirm as he tried to wriggle free from the grip. tried is the key word, he was not too successful. the teacher wheeled him towards the teachers lounge and this time sent him in. devon liam shuffled his feet, trying to slow the male's fast pace behind him. he could not help but to maintain a grin.

once his was free, devon liam stepped away in a hurry. he scanned the room before plopping down infront of a teacher playing cards. the boy studied him, he seemed focus on the cards. the teacher seemed so familiar. ahh, thats right, it was mr.smirnov. now knowing who the figure was, he began on trying to figure what he was doing. devon liam's eyebrow wrinkled as he attempted to figure out what exactly was going on, of course he could not figure it out. he was never one for card games. card houses, now that was more of his area.

devon surge! what are you doing in here? he heard the shrik from behind him and quivered a little before turning around, with another huge grin on his face. he knew that he was already in trouble, so he decided he may as well put the cheeryy on top of the situation. it's devon liiiam surge, miss.[/color] he empizied the liam. and the miss, well thats what he called most of the female teachers for he did not really want to learn all of their names. and mr.smirnov here is teaching me this card game.[/color] he saw the teacher's gaze switch to the teacher behind him. devon liam wished that he would go along with it, just this once.

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[Viktor Criss Smirnov]

.:.
Black and white they fall from my hands,
for magic they find themselves
bent to my will as I twist the mind..
....

Criss sat quietly enjoying his game. The relative silence was a welcome change from the confines of his class room and the students. He enjoyed his job but some days he just wished he could take a break, one longer than a two day weekend. With a light sigh he let another card fall to the table as he reached out with his left hand grabbing his coffee cup taking a drink the put it back in the ring of condensation that had formed there from the heat of his cup. Looking at the card he flipped it over. He smiled lightly to himself, he'd actually guess right. An' was totally correct, here before him lay his favorite card. The Ace of Spades.

His eyes moved up to the teacher as she walked in, but she didn't pay him in mind so he didn't speak. Besides at the moment he couldn't recall her name. She looked familiar but other than that he had no clue. Sliding the Ace up with his index finger he positioned it beside the pile of heats as he let another card fall from the deck in his right hand.

The dark hair Russian had been a rebel, he got into trouble a bit back home in high school. His were more mental that psychical being his fascination with the mind and it's fasts. But all the same he rather enjoyed his amusement and the thrill of it. So far as he was concerned he couldn't really call a kid out for something he'd done at their age too. He was supposed to but for the most part wouldn't. Unless a kid was harming another or defacing school property, he didn't get involved.

A brow raised slightly at the slam of the locker outside, that really wasn't necessary. He wasn't exactly in the best of moods today. The cup of coffee before him was the only thing keeping him awake. It'd had been a long sleepless nite otherwise. Even his usual shot of vodka didn't do well enough to put his tired mind to sleep. So he sat here with the coffee cup near him. He'd drank four cups before he'd even left the apartment. This one here was who knows how many cups. Thank heaven that Friday was just a day away and he could crash and not wake up until Sunday. That sounded so good right now.

Criss didn't pay much attention to the two that entered then. It wasn't until the teen sat down across from him did Criss look up, he gave a light smile then looked back to his card game, he had to assume that he was here with a teacher. Otherwise students knew the lounge was off limits.

At the sharp bellow of a name, and the way the teen turned around Criss looked up, momentarily. His mouth opened as if he might speak but he decided against it closing his mouth Letting his teeth press against his tongue as he debating gathering his cards and leaving. But at the sound of his name he looked to the teenager. He wouldn't have known the teen's name at all had the teacher not bellowed it. Criss was sure everyone out in the hall had heard her. He didn't hesitate long enough to cause the teen's story to fall apart, finding the words Criss spoke. "He's with me. He saw me the other day playing and had asked so I said I'd teach him." He said his voice totally convincing, nor did his eyes give him away either. Though he did cast the teen a glance that said two things. One, 'Why am I being drug into this?' and second, 'Why am I falling into this?'

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Tag : Devon
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sometimes, devon liam really just needed a break from everything. actually, it was more than sometimes. five minitues into the school day and he is worn out and can't think any farther. this might be the reason he felt it necessary to be pulling something. just to get away from the school topic. it eased some, but not much. at least he was in here, arguing with a teacher that he was an angel, instead of in the classroom.

that was another thing. even though he got in trouble, the teachers still managed to love him, especially the female ones. he has a way with words and is, to put it basicly, a charmer. he can say anything while looking anyone in the eyes and make it believable. he could talk his way into or out of virtually anything. it did help that he was quick on his feet too come up with an excuse of some kind. it was almost as if the teachers wanted an excuse to get away from the classroom themselves, but that could not be it. it is their chose to be teachers anyway. they like school,. or thats what he thought.

as he sat down, he saw the teacher infront of him give a small smile, more out of kindness than anything else. devon liam returned it with his own white, gleaming smile then a nod. his fingers reached up and began to drum lightly on the table as he looked around the some-waht familira room he was in.

devon liam thought back on the prank he had just pulled. his ideas were getting lame and well, rather boring. he needed new material, or so he thought. mr. surge had to think of something new for the next period. his mind began to wander with what exactly he should do. nothing came to mind, instead he began to watch the cards and the player intently, almost getting into it, but never coming up with the right card.

the smile was given again at the female teacher who had first brought him hear, as he hoped that the male would go along with him so that he would not get an invitation to an afterschool activity, a detention. "he's with me. he saw me the other day playing and had asked so i said i'd teach him." although devon was relieved he did not show it, instead he meerly nodded, still smileing naturaly. "let the man finish, miss! lets not be rude here. now, ill tell you what. ill come back when we are done with this here.

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at a young age he had learned the jedi mind trick, or thats what he called it. in other words, you say a plan outloud and when the other person hears it and thinks about it, they think that they have thought about it themselves and therefore it is a simplendid idea, so they follow threw with that. only a couple times had it failed devon liam. of course, the teacher meerly nodded, mumbled under her breath a few words devon liam could not make out, then hurried off to class.

devon liam caught the glance before the female teacher had left and had returned it with a look of his own. his own look replied 'your sitting right there and you had your chance to back out of it!' it was true, if the teacher wanted to back out, he had already had his chance to turn devon liam in. but for some reason, this teacher was cool, maybe he just did not want to deal with a problem right now. who knows?

when the female teacher left, devon liam rose from his chair. he flashed another white smile at the teacher. uhm, thanks mr.smirnov. really.[/color] his eyes dropped, saying thanks was not something that devon liam was use to doing neither was saying a teacher name. this teacher had earned it though. usually they were only miss or mister, but viktor criss smirnov deserved more. he seemed like a cool guy.

devon liam really did want to stay and learn the game that the russian was playing, or even just tya and talk. but he thought that the teacher was rather annoyed. he looked like it. devon liam did not know what he had done to set him off, so he decieded he may as well leave. although he kept his eyes slightly on the cards before him.

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[Viktor Criss Smirnov]

Everyone needed a break. Even and perhaps even especially the teachers. Did the students honestly think it was easy to come up with lessons plans and teach a class? Or that they got some psycho thrill from boring students to death? Criss certainly didn't. He'd much rather make learning fun anyway he could. And did as often as he could.

No-one was innocent, and Criss had been far from it in high school. If it wasn't obvious by his attire now it was then purely by his actions. He had been a smart-alec doing odd annoying, sometimes somewhat destructive things just for the thrill of it. He wasn't one to out right destroy school property, but he wasn't above a little excitement either. On more than one occasion despite what he'd told Analeigh he had spray painted a few walls in his younger years. He was not innocent.


Criss knew of this teen and the little pranks he pulled. Like a teen crying out for something. Like him. That was a big reason why he didn't rat the teen out an lead him to the wolves so to speak. Because in some strange way Devon remind him a little of himself at that age. So he had a pretty good reason when he was brought in here by teacher looking as he did he'd been caught red handed in the act.

His eyes hardly raised though as he looked to his game as if it held more interest than anything else around him. It did in some ways. Criss was in his element with a deck of cards or a guitar in his hands. Everything just felt so right. Magic and Music were his passion. So here now he had his cards and the mental hum in his head of his sister's song. He wasn't all to willing to be pulled away from such.

Criss smiled lightly but didn't lift his gaze as the card fell from his hand. It wasn't one he needed. Shifting slightly he lay his hand atop the Eight of Spades, pressing down as he let his fingers spread apart. Pulling his hand slowly along the card a moment before he pulled it away slowly revealing the King of Diamonds. Just the card he did need. With a smirk he picked it up and placed it atop the pile of diamonds. That pile now through. Manipulating the cards while played Solitaire wasn’t something he did often. But he had an audience and he simply couldn’t help but do a little magic in front of the teen.

"No need to be quite so disrespectful.." Criss said looking from the teacher to Devon. His accent heavy as he let an air of authority linger in his voice. He wasn't harsh or welling. His words were more a gentle remind to the teen.

If Criss had heard what the teen called his 'skill'. He would have laughed. It was all in luck, and having a face that just looked believable. And to all honesty Criss didn't rat the teen out because he'd done some of the same things if not worse in some cases than this teen here. He'd be nothing more than a hypocrite if he did. Criss chuckled lightly. He'd heard a few of the words, those he'd heard were likely best that Devon didn't hear.

Cool or just understanding? Criss wouldn't let the teen fry for a simple prank. It just wasn't right. Shifting he looked Devon over. Giving him another look, 'Now why would I do that?' he raised his brow lightly. It was truth too Criss wasn't in the mood for yelling or anything of the sort at the moment.

Watching as Devon rose, Criss saw the teen's smile. "You're welcome." he said to the teen. As he hesitated slightly, he wondered what made him linger. Criss smiled lightly glancing to the deck of cards in his hands and the four piles before him. Shifting in his chair he let his other leg move from where it was propped up before him and let it moved to the ground. The sound of his steel toed boot hitting the linoleum followed.

"Sit of you want, I promise not to bite.. hard." He told the boy with a light laugh, as if more to show he wasn't annoyed. Just surprised that this teen had looked to him for an out. The power of cards though eh? Pulled everyone in wither they wanted to be or not. "I will teach you if you honestly don't know the game. Or we could just talk about your .. entertainment we can do that too." He went on, then added. "Besides the look," He said indicating his own clothes, "I truly do understand the 'acting out' and rebellion. I wasn't the model student." Criss told the teen coming out with his past a bit if to prove that he did understand and that he wasn't about to call in the dean on him.

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Tag : Devon
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