BURN YOUR KINGDOM DOWN

[bruce ryan mckaye]

& & h e r e ' s t o n e w m o r n i n g s,

to new evenings, pack your bags babe & we are leaving.

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[atrb=width,240] Bruce was not one for drama. Not at all. He had enough of it at home and the extension into his school life only annoyed him. Manchester was full of it though, brimming with the crap. He hated hearing about whoever the populars were hooking up with next, or anything about the royals. He wasn't even fond of the labels. He felt like a cut of meat. So he retaliated as he saw fit and happily made his way to the school roof. Might as well give everybody hell, right? He'd found out how to get up there his sophomore year and it had proven a useful little place to go, secluded and peaceful and complete with a view of a good portion of the city. Not much, yeah, but it was nice to be able to look down on the filth that deserved it. Bruce climbed up the stairwell quickly, his body familiar with the route. He could practically do it sleeping if he wanted, he came up here so often. So naturally, it had been his idea to meet Jaylee up here. Contrary to what everyone at Manchester thought (and possibly what he wanted them to think), Bruce wasn't a terrible human being. Okay, well, he was; he was rude, he was selfish, he had a forked tongue and he spit venom half the time, but he wasn't all that bad underneath all of that. Bruce was like an ogre, and ogres are like onions - all three had layers. Terrible analogy, but it was true. He was horrible on the outside and a good portion of the inside, but at the very core he was still human. He was still a person who felt things and knew what it felt like to be hurt, so of course he'd be a good friend and sit out with Jay when she needed someone. He wasn't a traitor, he wasn't like those royals who would just stick their nose up at her and tell her she should stop being a slut. Well, Bruce knew for a fact that Jay wasn't a slut. She had morals, she had self-respect, unlike half the other degenerates at Manchester. So now the royals had turned around to bite their own tails off and Jay just happened to be unlucky enough to get caught by the serpent's jaws. He never spent any time on any of the gossip blogs the school had, but word traveled like wildfire, and it was impossible to avoid snippets of rumors while walking down the hallway. People talked, that was the long and the short of it, and Bruce was very good at listening when he wanted to be. He hoisted himself onto the roof, taking a second to balance himself on the steep angle of the roof's shingles. When he had, he trotted carefully up toward the peak of the roof, where a beam sat flat to sit on. It was easiest to be there, without having to worry about sliding down the roof or anything. He'd told Jay the way he went, up the stairs to one of the higher floors, out the English classroom's window, and up to the top. It was a lower level roof, but high enough to see pretty far, and no one would bother them. When he reached the beam, Bruce sat on it, his back against the outer wall of the English classroom, so that he could look down the length of the roof. It was nice up here, breezy and quiet, without the chatter of the popular kids or the baleful glances of the wallflowers. There was no class dynamic out on this roof, just Sol, the star that the Earth dutifully orbited around, and the bright blue of the atmosphere, and nimbus clouds that looked like cotton. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the redbrick wall, taking in a huge breath of air, which was an equal mix of evergreen from the surrounding grounds and a faint dash of salt from the ocean just off in the distance. He could hardly see it from the roof of the school, save small snippets that the sun reflected off of. He wished he could hear it - that would make the roof prime property right there. He opened his green eyes and focused them near the window that he'd instructed Jaylee to use, because it was the least suspicious and no one was ever in that room anyway. He wasn't all that bad, Bruce, not entirely.

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[Jaylee Lyric Ralston]

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[atrb=width,240] It really had just been one of those days. More like one of those weeks actually. Ok actually it had been more like a few weeks, but not quite a month. It seemed that no matter what Jay did everything just exploded in her face. Everything was slowly slipping and there really seemed to be nothing she could do about it. Not as if she was really trying, she had kind of just given up. The more she tried to salvage the pieces of her life the more it seemed that they fell apart even more. So when she got a text from Bruce telling her to come hang out with him on the roof of the school she couldn’t have been more happy. She had been looking for an excuse all day to get out of her house and here it was. She was not passing this up. She rolled off of her bed, quickly throwing on acceptable roof climbing clothes and was out the door. Jay passed her car, deciding that Manchester was close enough to walk, plus it would look suspicious to have a lone car sitting in the parking lot. Ok she knew it wouldn’t be alone because the teachers had already gone back to work, but that was besides the fact. Being able to walk, ipod plugged in, was more freeing and something she needed. When she reached the school she sighed. There were only a few weeks left until she would have to go back there and she was dreading it. She figured the first day of school she would be publically humiliated and stripped of her status as a prep. Not that social standing every really mattered a great deal to her, just the fact that she knew that being friends with those people could help her get into Harvard and she wouldn’t have that any more really sucked. She found the English room that Bruce had talked about easily, noticing the window was already open when she entered the room. She climbed through the window and quickly scrambled up to the roof. She saw Bruce sitting on a beam and slowly made her way towards him. She took a seat in silence, looking out over the city. Why had she never been up here before? It seemed like nothing could touch her. Finally she spoke. ‘You know you sitting up here all solemn and all gives me more reason to call you McBatman, right?’ Jay smiled softly. It really was the first time she had genuinely smiled in a while. Maybe it was the fact that there was no one up there to bug her. No cliques. No parents. No gossip blogger. Up here she felt safe.	[atrb=width,140] words , 455 tagged , mcbatman outfit , clicky notes , yay mcbatman/shrek...next post will be better
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[bruce ryan mckaye]

& & h e r e ' s t o n e w m o r n i n g s,

to new evenings, pack your bags babe & we are leaving.

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[atrb=width,240] There was something really surreal about being on a roof, especially one as high as Manchester's, and looking out over the town one lived in. Bruce could see everything, every little corner store within a few blocks, every gas station, he could even see cars that peeked from behind trees off in the distance. He could see everyone, and sometimes he wondered if they were all pieces of shit, like the kids at Manchester. Were they all just as bad, outside of school? Was this just a precursor for real life, where everyone continued on in their own little world of betrayal and scandal? The thought was an almost overwhelming one, and it was ideas like that that made him wonder that, if the world was like that, what was the point of even getting through it all. Why would he even bother, if all he would be reduced to in the real world was the same worthless scrap of meat he was in high school? If the angry boy from Ireland grew up to be the angry man in Ocean City, what was the point of anything? And yet there were times when he at on the roof and he saw some good in the world, outside of human influence. The trees were a nice shade of green, something wonderful. What even made chlorophyll green anyway? Bruce knew of course, that it had to do with the sun and the photon pack it set out, but why were some trees greener? Or he'd see the blue of the sky and the wide white clouds, or he'd imagine he could see an inch of the ocean on the horizon. He would close his eyes and smell the faint salt that rolled off of it and imagine the sound the waves made as they hit the sand bank and he'd feel just that much better about everything. Maybe it would make Jay feel better too. He didn't know, though it was really all he could even hope to give her. He was terrible at advice in situations like those, he sucked at relationship advice, or life advice, or really just advice in general. Most people didn't come to him in hopes of gaining it, so he had never acquired the skill set. Bruce was very good at keeping people away from him - built to cut them down instead of build them up. So sitting with Jay on a roof while life handed her a bag of flaming dog shit on her porch was a little out of his comfort zone. He was entitled to, he supposed, although he couldn't find where he'd signed away his right to ignore her struggles. Bruce leaned back against the brick building as he heard sounds from the classroom below him, just down the pitched roof. A body appeared through the window and he stared out ahead of him, away from Jay. Down the spine of the roof and beyond it, he could see the football field, which was expertly manicured. The athletes would be coming to train sometime soon, but for now the field was abandoned. Jay settled down in front of him and spoke. "Batman doesn't sit on roofs in Maryland to sulk," He said, "He sits on top of skyscrapers in Gotham to wait for the bat signal." His accent was thick going over the words, so he cleared his throat and looked at his friend. "I'm not the one sulking up here either - that is your division." Bruce wasn't big on talking about his feelings or anything, and preferred to hide behind the mean boy bravado than actually talk about home or anything that was really on his mind. It was hard enough to wrestle a list of things Bruce liked out of him, let alone try to get him to talk about anything deeper than that. The boy turned, his green eyes focused on the sky. "So... How is life treating you? How are the steroid pumpers and the laxative drinkers?" He'd never been fond of the populars, or the jocks, or the royals or any of them to be honest. Jay was in cahoots with them, though, so he supposed the best way to try to be civil was to ask how they were doing. Of course, Bruce wasn't good at civility either, and therein lay his problem. He focused his green eyes back on his dark haired friend and ran a hand through the thick mess of curls atop his head, hoping that he wouldn't have to struggle to find the right words to say to be decent for much longer.

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[Jaylee Lyric Ralston]

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[atrb=width,240] Jay couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. ‘Sure he does. They just don’t tell that part in the story because it’s boring.’ Jay gave a small nod and a smirk. ‘You never know, you could be just telling me all this so I don’t suspect you looking for the bat signal.’ Jay gave a soft smile as she looked over the skyline of Ocean City. Not like they really had one, but from what she could see of the city it was pretty. When Bruce mentioned how she was the one sulking all the thoughts that she had managed to momentarily shove out of her head came flooding back and a frown quickly replaced her smile. ‘You sir, are a buzz kill.’ Buzz. The word just made Jay want to press a beer bottle to her lips and down five of them. Anything to not think about the mess her life was in at that point. Even though Jay had just been thrown out of the preps she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at what Bruce called them. ‘Life sucks. And I wouldn’t know since ya know I’m not one anymore.’ Jay’s mind wandered back to the last couple of days. People calling or more likely texting her to explain why they couldn’t talk to her anymore. She hadn’t exactly gotten contacted by everyone she had considered a friend yet, but she figured it was coming. It had to be. Jay let herself lean back and lay down on the roof. Life was cruel. Everything had seemed to be going fine and then all of a sudden on what seemed like the same day everything crumbled. It might not have all been on the same day, but it was at least all in the same week. First there was the whole blog thing where she was a supposed slut. And then her getting kicked out of the preps. And the cherry on top, her dad finding out about her mother’s affair. The screaming still echoed in her ears. Just as fast as it had appeared it had evaporated also. She was pretty sure all of her mother’s stuff was out of the house by now. She hadn’t really been spending that much time there, not wanting to run into the woman. ‘How’s life living above the crowd?’ She envied sometimes how Bruce didn’t really seem to care. He just lived his life and did what he wanted without really caring about what people thought. Jay could never be like that, no matter how much she tried even if she desperately wanted to.	[atrb=width,140] words , 435 tagged , mcbatman outfit , clicky notes , yay mcbatman/shrek...next post will be better
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[bruce ryan mckaye]

& & h e r e ' s t o n e w m o r n i n g s,

to new evenings, pack your bags babe & we are leaving.

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[atrb=width,240] Bruce simply rolled his eyes at her, exasperated. "Och, Jay, you sodding woman, I am not Batman." He shook his head, the wild mane of curly hair flying in the process. "Batman wishes he was as cool as I am. While everyone is wishing they were Batman, Batman is wishing he was me." Bruce grinned cockily, a wide grin that showed off his pearly whites. He shifted on his perch above the school and ran his long fingers through his dark hair. Buzz kill? Bruce knew she was down about something, not like it was difficult to read it all over her face, but he wasn't aware that whatever he had said had completely brought whatever it was to the surface. He let out a short laugh, something low and ironic, completely amused. Of course it was the populars, it was always the populars. Everyone at this goddamn school lived breathed and shit populars. "Oh? Did Queen Desiree kick you out of her merry band of maidens?" He piqued a brow and gave her a suddenly very serious look, as if on a hair trigger, like one word might completely send him over the edge. The feigned scandal gave way to a raucous burst of laughter. It both infuriated him and ceaselessly amused him that everyone at this damn school was so absolutely concerned with what everyone - namely, the populars, or the royals - when, not even two years down the road, none of that nonsense would matter anymore. Bruce leaned back a little, so his stomach ached with the effort to keep his upper body up, and he hung precariously backward over the precipice. "Tell her to fuck off." He said airly, the accent in his voice particularly strong. His tone had changed from unabashedly amused to annoyed now, very serious. "She's a fucking floosie, that's what she is. I bet 'er lady bits are so wide you could drive a double decker bus through them and not hit the walls." He nodded with conviction, a preacher on a pulpit who believed absolutely in every word he said. "Bloody hell, I'll tell her myself." And he would, if he ever cornered that damn whore, he'd be happy to tell her exactly what he thought of her. Fuck the royals and the teenage hierarchy of Manchester - it was about time for a revolution. "Up here? Above everyone else, where I rightfully belong?" Bruce's green eyes twinkled happily as he looked over at Jay. He was unpredictable half the time, one moment quiet, one moment screaming high school heresies, it was never a surefire shot with him. "Well the oxygen's a wee bit thin, but I suppose higher beings such as myself don't need such trivial things as oxygen, not being like you mortal lot, all enslaved by public image." He laughed, moreso to himself than Jay because she was caught right in the middle of it, ball and chain and everything. He didn't feel that bad for her to be honest though, not entirely - she deserved it for being so caught up in high school drama. "A word of advice, Jay. Grow up." His mirth had worn off again and his green eyes were suddenly very serious as he looked at her, the wild grin gone from his face and his mouth fixed in a firm line where it had once been. "You're in fucking high school. You've got a whole bloody life outside of Desiree whats-er-name and her goons, places to go where people wouldn't give a shit if she was breathing or not." His eyes bore down on her very pointedly, unwavering. It was hard to keep Bruce in one spot for very long, and on the rare occasion when he was, it was generally very uncomfortable. "March right up to her and tell her to fist herself because she's gonna be a lonely old cunt." He jumped up suddenly, catching himself with his arms spread out to keep his balance. The boy closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath of the mildly salty ocean air and beamed. "Enough of that bitch, c'mon, get up, live a little, girl." Bruce looked down at her where she sat and continued to grin, that wide smile that spread across his entire face, a sort of look he could have trademarked exclusively. Bruce extended a hand out to help her to her feet. "I'm gonna teach your ass to think outside the box. First step - stand up."

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[Jaylee Lyric Ralston]

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[atrb=width,240] Jay rolled her eyes at Bruce and his comments about Batman. ‘That sir is blasphemes against the greatest super hero ever. You definitely wish you were him McBatman.’ Jay didn’t exactly remember when she started to call the boy McBatman, but she knew why. She loved calling him it too. Mostly because she knew he wasn’t particularly fond of it. She would continue to call him that too because for some particular reason she could get away with it. Her and Bruce had a weird friendship, but she trusted him and she liked to think that he at least somewhat trusted her. She could never really tell with Bruce, so she just made up her own decisions about his trust towards her. Another eye roll was all Jaylee could do to combat the comment. ‘Ya something like that.’ Jay knew full well Bruce’s opinions about the entire hierarchy. He had made it very very clear what it was when they got into high school. And Jay had made it clear right back that she didn’t care and she was going to follow along this crazy path so as to help her with getting into Harvard. She also knew Bruce’s opinion on depending on people to get places and she kindly ignored that too. ‘Well you go and tell her that and when you mysteriously end up dead on the beach I’ll know why.’ Jay laughed a bit at this. She knew that Des didn’t have the ability to actually kill anyone, but she did know some freshmen who were under the impression that she was some sort of mob boss. It was all quite comical. Eye rolling happened a lot when she was around Bruce. It was more of second nature whenever she hung around him. She nudged his leg softly with his mortal comment being careful it wasn’t too hard since he was lying precariously halfway off of the roof. ‘Ya you won’t be so immortal if you fall off the roof.’ Jay figured he had done this before so she wasn’t particularly afraid that he was going to plummet to his death. But she did have to mock him for it. ‘Oh ok Bruce. I’ll get right on that. I’ll stop worrying about getting into a good school so I can get out of here because obviously that isn’t growing up.’ The comment annoyed her. Her life didn’t revolve around all of this high school drama. Her life revolved around getting into Harvard. She had kept a pretty low profile until recently and even then she didn’t even get why she had been targeted. The only reason she cared was because of her Harvard chances. She squinted up at him as he stood, a little confused and even more so when he was telling her she needed to stand. She took a breath and threw everything out the window, taking his hand and standing. ‘Now what?’	[atrb=width,140] words , 418 tagged , mcbatman outfit , clicky notes , yay mcbatman/shrek...next post will be better
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[bruce ryan mckaye]

& & h e r e ' s t o n e w m o r n i n g s,

to new evenings, pack your bags babe & we are leaving.

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[atrb=width,240] The level of devotion that these Ocean City fuckers had for one bitch made him want to vomit. How miserable were they, that they had to put her into power? Were they so blind that they didn't realize they were the ones giving it to her? Or were they just so menial that they didn't care? There were many a time when Bruce would find himself grinding his teeth whenever someone mentioned her, or if she happened to walk nearby in the hall. There was not a thing in the world that pissed Bruce McKaye off more than Desiree. Not a thing, except perhaps his mother. He pulled in a steadying breath though his nose and stared pointedly off, trying to ignore Jay's comment. "That's the stupidest fucking shit I have ever heard in my longer than necessary life." He spat, glaring out into the tops of the trees. "She's just a fucking girl." It didn't matter what he said to her, because what was the worst she was going to do? Hit him? The thought almost made him physically laugh. Sure, Bruce wasn't exactly the epitome of masculine structure, he hated gyms and quite honestly did terribly at most sports, but really, what was she going to do to him? Kick him in the balls maybe? He wished people would get their heads out of their asses. "And yet, you're sulking over a bunch of turn coats." He focused his green eyes on her, well aware of how she liked to roll her eyes at him. Everyone rolled their eyes at sense these days. "If you were so bloody focused on Harvard this wouldn't even be a blip on your radar. Don't lie to yourself. You wouldn't have said a word to me if this was about Harvard." He was grinding his teeth again, his jaw so tightly clenched that little points in his cheeks poked out. "I mean bloody fucking Christ, you don't need them to get to Harvard. You'd just demean yourself by sayin' so." She pissed him off so badly sometimes, but then again, most people really seemed to know exactly how to push his buttons. There was also a good possibility that a lot of things made him very angry. He straightened up and leaned forward as she nudged his knee, focusing his green eyes down to his hands which were loosely dangling from his knees. He pushed the tips of his fingers together and watched them. "Yeah I would. I'd be the kid who fell off the Manchester roof. I'd go down in history. Everyone coming and going from this paper town would know my story. I'd be beyond immortal." He said simply. "Better than just another cog in the long run, eh?" He laughed, the sound a bit more bitter than he had anticipated it to be. No need to be glum though, that was Jaylee's job. He'd quite nearly jumped to his feet and thrown his arms out to steady himself, not quite graceful but at least he hadn't fallen on his face. His goal was to pull her head out of her ass, even if he had to do it forcibly. In his chest, Bruce's heart gave a stuttering little whine as he looked down, his breath short all of a sudden. It was just a physical reaction to height, that was all - instincts telling him that he was very high, and that if he fell, he would die. Self preservation was a lovely thing. His body recovered from the phobia soon enough, around the time Jay actually took his hand. He helped her up and took in a deep breath, leaning his head back so the sun was on his face. "It's nice up here, isn't it?" He had changed the subject, but not intentionally. It really was nice up there, with the sun on his face and his home life far, far away. There was a whole world out there, outside his mother's doting and his little sister and his brother's absenteeism. There were so many more things besides Ocean City and the shit hovel it sat in. Maybe someday he'd make it back to Ireland, find himself a familiar seat in a pub and just enjoy life for once. Not that he didn't enjoy it now, though. Times when he was on his own were the best, and, of course, the worst. "Doesn't matter what city that is, up here. Because it's not really part of you." Bruce shifted his weight between his feet, steadied himself. Before them the roof was slightly pitched, not difficult to climb, but it was part of the building's older-style architecture. He placed the hand he had used to help Jay up onto her shoulder, holding her in a firm grasp. "Nothing really is, up here, you know?" He liked roofs, and parks, especially at night. Though the daytime was good, too, he supposed - roofs were better in the day, parks at night. It was almost like being free. He tightened his grip marginally on her shoulder and pushed forward a little, a steady pressure to knock her forward a little. Not quite a shove, but enough that Jay might lose her balance. He prepared himself to catch her though, if she actually did fall. "That's what life is, not stupid populars or a fucking college or a city. Right there. That feeling, that's living."

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[Jaylee Lyric Ralston]

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[atrb=width,240] Jaylee really just wanted Bruce’s nonchalant, uncaring nature some times. It seemed like it made life so much easier. He didn’t have to deal with the social status because he frankly didn’t care. He didn’t have to impress anyone. That just wasn’t who she was though. She always had to impress people, had to try her best, had to be the top of the class. It was just how she had been raised. Jay rolled her eyes at his outburst. She knew that that was how he felt, but he was just one person. There were hundreds of other kids that they went to school with who felt differently. They worshipped the ground she walked on. She had never been that way, but she also knew not to get on the girl’s bad side. And somehow she had done just that. ‘It is about Harvard Brucey. It was the only thing I had going for me.’ Harvard was her way out. Her way out of custody battles and cheating whore mothers. She needed Harvard more than anything and now she may have lost it. ‘Connections are what you need for Harvard. So yes, in a way I need them so that I am in the good graces of their parents who most are alumni of Harvard.’ Alumni had a lot of leeway at the school. If they said they didn’t want someone there, well they weren’t going to be there. Plain and simple. ‘No one would care that you fell off the roof Bruce. No one would travel to Ocean City to immortalize the kid who was stupid enough to get on the roof and then fall off. Don’t kid yourself.’ Hanging with Bruce always seemed to give Jay that half glass empty look on life. It was just who he was and it easily rubbed off on her if she spent too much time around him. And that was any amount of time that was more than ten minutes. Jay looked down as she stood. They were high, she hadn’t realized how high until she stood there. She looked back at Bruce, determined to not let the fear of falling flash over her face. She figured Bruce didn’t have that fear since he was up here all the time, but she had never been up here so seeing how high they were sent butterflies through her stomach. She looked out over the view of the city as the sun started to go down. ‘It really is.’ As high up as she was she felt like no one could touch her. Her whore of a mother was a distant problem and the fact that soon she was going to have to choose between her mom or her dad wasn’t even on her radar. Jay nodded to his words, not really wanting to break the serenity that surrounded her. Even Bruce’s words seemed distant. It was broken as she felt Bruce’s hand on her back. Her brows furrowed, knowing that physical contact between her and Bruce like this was not common. When he pushed her she could feel herself almost trip forward. Jay wasn’t the most graceful of girls even though she had taken ballet when young she still wasn’t graceful at all and constantly tripped over herself. She looked back at Bruce with a slight scowl. It wasn’t being on the roof and being high up here that scared her. It was the fact that she might trip some way weird and fall off and die. ‘Ya well I won’t be living much longer if you push me again. You know how me and walking are. Not the best of friends.’ She could think of numerous occasions where she tripped and fell flat on her face in front of Bruce so she knew he knew how accident prone she was.	[atrb=width,140] words , 640 tagged , mcbatman outfit , clicky notes , her feet will be her demise!
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