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School Courtyard
By: Mascii Date: January 25, 2013, 12:53 am
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Despite being a common place for meet-ups and out-door games,
the school courtyard seems just as neglected and melancholic as
the rest of the school. It gives off a very claustrophobic
feeling, with a few scraggly trees and stone walls surrounding.
However, it is often quite peaceful and secluded, which may be
what you prefer.
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Re: School Courtyard
By: Mascii Date: January 25, 2013, 1:03 am
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[quote]
Erin Spencer
Some things were nice about the Academy. Nothing could make her
actually enjoy school for being school, but she had to give it
to them— this was a better place than any other she’d been to.
You didn’t have to eat lunch in a tiny, overcrowded cafeteria,
where you were uncomfortably close to those two kids over there
tossing punches at one another. It seemed really small, but the
ability to just leave the buildings and sit outside, under the
warm sun and breathe in deep the unfiltered air… it made Erin
feel so much more free.
And she would take advantage of that little bit of freedom every
chance she got. She walked over to a tree that made for
particularly good picnic spot. Plus, Yukito had already claimed
it today, apparently. This was not a bad thing.
“Yukito!” She called, still several feet away, and gave a wave
with her free hand. It didn’t take her long to cross the patch
of green between herself and her tree, and she didn’t hesitate
to plop down next to the guy who was just as quiet as Erin was
loud. She gave him a smile. “How’s it goin’?” She didn’t hardly
take a breath before plowing on: “You know, I heard the ‘great
powers that be’ finally decided to let us have an official
dance.” Her eyes brightened at the prospect, even though she was
pretty sure Yukito wouldn’t share her enthusiasm. “They’re
calling it a ‘harvest festival’ or something ‘cause it’s
supposed to be around Halloween, and you know what that means?
It’s like the entire school’ll be having a party on my
birthday!” She leaned back against the tree, closing her eyes
since her head was tilted towards the sun. Her feet were
stretched out in front of her, moving to a rhythm only she could
hear. “Ah! How perfect is that?” Erin looked over at him. “What
do you think you’ll go as?”[/quote]
[quote]
Yukito Maki
“Yukito!” He looked up when his name was called, nodding as Erin
made her way over to sit behind him. She gave him a smile, and
he silently shifted over to give her plenty of room, pulling his
crumpled up paper bag with him. After she was situated, he drew
his knees back up to his chest, his book balanced atop, skimming
the pages casually, half-listening to her.
“How’s it goin’? You know, I heard the ‘great powers that be’
finally decided to let us have an official dance. They’re
calling it a ‘harvest festival’ or something ‘cause it’s
supposed to be around Halloween, and you know what that means?
It’s like the entire school’ll be having a party on my birthday!
Ah! How perfect is that?” Erin looked over at him. “What do you
think you’ll go as?”
In reply, he gave a shrug, “I don’t know. I’m not one for big
parties.” Not looking up from his book, he turned another page.
Erin was always so energetic.. He’d chosen this spot because it
was more out in the open and the air was not as thick. Most of
the students still chose to eat in the dining area, despite
having alternatives, so it was much quieter unless Erin joined
him. But even then, he didn’t mind her. She was talkative, but
she never seemed to mind the fact that he didn’t try to match
her chatter with his own.[/quote]
[quote]
Erin Spencer
Yukito gave a little shrug. Had he shifted away from her? She
frowned a little. I don’t smell weird, do I?
“I don’t know. I’m not one for big parties.” He kept reading.
Part of Erin felt like he was giving her the cold shoulder, and
it was souring her mood. But a bigger part argued that Yukito
was always this way, so it’s not like it was anything different.
It’s just how he was. Isn’t that what made him himself? And if
she was going to like him for who he was, she’d need to learn to
accept what looked like a cold shoulder.
So she smiled again. “I’ve already decided I’m going as a zombie
bride. You know, like that movie The Corpse Bride? I’ve already
started the costume design. We got an old wedding dress from a
second hand store and we took it into the backyard and charred
pieces of it— on purpose! Oh—!” She gasped as an idea popped in
her head. He might think about going if he didn’t have to bother
with a costume design, so…. “You know what? You’ve already got a
great start to a costume. Like, what if you came as a vampire,
or a dark angel? We could incorporate your wings, and of course,
nothing would be permanent. Don’t wanna damage the goods.” She
giggled, rolling her eyes a bit. “What’d’ya think?” Erin leaned
forward a bit to meet his eyes, which seemed to focus more on
the book in his hand than anything else.
“You know… it’s lunch break. You don’t have to keep doing school
right now.”[/quote]
[quote]
Yukito Maki
“I’ve already decided I’m going as a zombie bride. You know,
like that movie The Corpse Bride? I’ve already started the
costume design. We got an old wedding dress from a second hand
store and we took it into the backyard and charred pieces of it—
on purpose! Oh—!” She let out an excited gasp, almost making him
jump a little from its suddenness, even though he should be
completely used to it by now. “You know what? You’ve already got
a great start to a costume. Like, what if you came as a vampire,
or a dark angel? We could incorporate your wings, and of course,
nothing would be permanent. Don’t wanna damage the goods.” She
giggled, rolling her eyes a bit. “What’d’ya think?” She leaned
forward into his line of vision, and he looked up and sent her
an arched eyebrow and a crooked smirk.
“An interesting idea…” He doubted that Hal would even allow the
idea of a costume which included him keeping his wings out for
an entire party, but it would have been pretty cool.
“You know… it’s lunch break. You don’t have to keep doing school
right now.”
“It’s not for school,” he explained, holding it up so she could
see the title - Tesla: Man Out Of Time. ”It’s just a favorite of
mine, is all.” He covered his mouth with one hand as he let out
a yawn he couldn’t suppress, then replaced his bookmark in
between the pages. He got the feeling the book was irritating
her, so he set it down on his other side, finally looking up at
her.[/quote]
[quote]
Erin Spencer
Talking about her costume idea, Erin found herself gushing about
it more than she probably should. Finally, she brought herself
to a halt. It would probably be a good idea to see if Yukito
even thought it was remotely awesome.
“An interesting idea…” Well, interesting was better than
nothing. Though he was harder to read than most were for her….
Her lips turned down a bit. Why did people have to be so hard to
read? Why did he have to be the hardest of all to read? She let
it drop, leaning forward to see what was keeping his attention
so riveted.
“You know… it’s lunch break. You don’t have to keep doing school
right now.”
“It’s not for school,” he explained, and lifted the book for
Erin to see its cover. She muttered the title to herself as she
read it.”Tesla: Man Out Of Time. You like reading biographies
for fun?” As soon as the words left her mouth, Erin realized
they could sound like she was mocking him. I didn’t mean for it
to sound like that. I just wanted to ask a question. She could
have kicked herself.
”It’s just a favorite of mine, is all.” Yukito set the book
aside, finally giving her his attention. And despite her
momentary irritation with herself, that act alone made her
smile. Which made her think— Yukito’s expression hadn’t changed
an ounce since she’d seen him. Her own smile fell a bit, concern
taking over. “Are you all right? You seem kinda… I dunno, off
today.”[/quote]
[quote]
Yukito Maki
He could see the befuddled look on her face as she mumbled the
title aloud, ”Tesla: Man Out Of Time. You like reading
biographies for fun?”
He shrugged. ”It’s just a favorite of mine, is all.” It wasn’t
like biographies were his favorite genre - was it anybody’s? -
but it was still an interesting book. Realizing that by focusing
on the book instead of Erin he was being rude, however, Yukito
decided to lay it aside and turn his attention to her.
She sent him a smile, but it faltered quickly. He imagined it
was her frustration with his own social ineptness. “Are you all
right? You seem kinda… I dunno, off today.”
Yukito shrugged again. “I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t
been sleeping all that well, lately.”
He turned to face ahead, staring blankly off into the distance
for a moment as though he had spotted that elusive white rabbit
that would lead him to answers to questions he couldn’t put into
words. Yukito hugged his knees to his chest more tightly. “It’s
hard to sleep when you can’t breathe.” He rested his forehead
against his knees, letting out a sigh. If he wasn’t careful,
Erin would make it too easy to tell everything to, he knew. He
turned his face toward her and sent her a sad little smile. “But
that’s nothing new, so it’s not a huge deal. I’m just
tired.”[/quote]
[quote]
Erin Spencer
“Are you all right? You seem kinda… I dunno, off today.”
Yukito shrugged again. “I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t
been sleeping all that well, lately.”
Erin frowned at that. She knew it wasn’t because he was choosing
to stay up. People who did that on purpose— like her— were mor
than willing to fess up to their night-owly ways. Yukito wasn’t
giving off the vibe of a proud night-owl.
He pulled into himself more. It made her want to reach over and
take his hand in hers, to try to let him know it was okay—
whatever he was feeling or experiencing. That he could talk to
her. If he wanted.
But she couldn’t do that. He kept moving away from her. So, that
would be a stupid move.
“It’s hard to sleep when you can’t breathe.” Her eyes widened at
that comment, and she might have let a little gasp slip at the
mental image of a non-breathing Yukito.
Yukito looked up at her and gave her the tiniest of smiles. The
kind that made you feel blue on the inside. “But that’s nothing
new, so it’s not a huge deal. I’m just tired.”
“Just because it’s happened before doesn’t mean you should keep
putting up with it,” she said frankly, eyebrows furrowed in
seriousness. “Are you still having nightmares?” The urge to
reach out and grab his hand wouldn’t leave her alone. She wanted
to comfort him so badly. But he made it very clear that she
wasn’t invited into his personal space. Even so, she kept
sneaking looks at his hands, thinking of what they might feel
like in hers.
And just as quickly, she stopped herself. He was talking to her
about something important. If she couldn’t reach over and
comfort him, Erin should at least listen. It was important. “I
won’t tell anyone about them if you wanna share. Promise.” She
gave him a little smile, equal to his own, almost. “Maybe
they’ll let up a bit if you get ‘em off your chest, you
know?”[/quote]
[quote]
Yukito Maki
Yukito looked up at her and gave her the tiniest of smiles. He
hadn’t said it to make her feel sorry for him or to worry about
him, but he could see it in her eyes. “But that’s nothing new,
so it’s not a huge deal. I’m just tired.”
“Just because it’s happened before doesn’t mean you should keep
putting up with it,” she said frankly, eyebrows furrowed in
seriousness. He had to turn away from her, then. Her big,
expressive brown eyes were saying too much, and he didn’t want
to see pity reflected in them. He was tired, not dying. It was
bothersome, not worth complaining about. “Are you still having
nightmares?”
He didn’t answer her, his chin pressed into his knees as he
stared off again, trying to mentally keep tucked in to himself.
“I won’t tell anyone about them if you wanna share. Promise.”
He looked over at her again. She gave him a smile, a sad little
one that didn’t seem much like Erin’s smiles at all. He liked
how nothing dampened her spirits, and he hadn’t meant to ruin
that. He became choked up, then, on the words that wanted to
tumble out. But instead of taking flight, he swallowed them
down, and tried to give her a more realistic smile. “Oh, I know
that, Erin,” he said in a matter-of-fact way. That wasn’t in
question. Ever. “It’s just that there’s no point in dwelling on
something you can’t control.”
“Maybe they’ll let up a bit if you get ‘em off your chest, you
know?”
To this he gave a noncommittal shrug. She wasn’t going to give
up so easily. He let out a sigh, leaning back into the tree. His
hand fell to his side, and he plucked a few blades of grass
absentmindedly, frowning as he thought. He spoke slowly, each
“It’s still the same thing. I’m sitting in my bed, underneath my
window. The lights are all off, except for the hallway light.
And there’s someone standing in the doorway. It’s a man I know,
only I don’t know who. I just know I’m frightened, and I keep
screaming at him, but I can’t move. I scream the same thing
until my throat won’t allow me to scream anymore. And he just
stands there.. watching me… Until I finally can only whisper…
‘Sawaranaide, sawaranaide.’ And he takes a step toward me.. Just
when he reached the bed, just when his hand starts to reach out,
I always wake up.”
As he had spoken he hadn’t met Erin’s eyes once, preferring to
stare transfixedly at the blade of grass he was slowly crumpling
between his fingertips. When he finished, he pressed his lips
together tightly, waiting her reply but not yet prepared to see
her expression. He hadn’t directly told Erin yet about the
Japanese - he hadn’t even told Reese, really. But he knew that
they all knew. He had slipped into it too many times when he was
tired or irritable, and no one had bothered to ask.
“It means ‘Don’t touch me, don’t touch me’. I get the feeling
more and more each day that I don’t really want to know what the
dreams mean. That maybe I should just ignore them and pretend
they never happened. That’s what my dad seems to want me to do.”
He paused, pursing his lips as he considered, then nodded,
“Yeah…it might be best, actually…”[/quote]
[quote]
Erin Spencer
He looked over at her again. “Oh, I know that, Erin,” he told
her. “It’s just that there’s no point in dwelling on something
you can’t control.”
It was pretty clear they had way different ways for dealing with
stuff that was bothering them. But, Erin thought, hers was the
way he needed now. Since his way wasn’t working. “Maybe they’ll
let up a bit if you get ‘em off your chest, you know?”
He shrugged at that, then was quiet for a bit. Erin bit the
inside of her cheek just enough to remind herself not to say
anything just yet. He was thinking. Then, Yukito slowly let out,
“It’s still the same thing. I’m sitting in my bed, underneath my
window. The lights are all off, except for the hallway light.
And there’s someone standing in the doorway. It’s a man I know,
only I don’t know who. I just know I’m frightened, and I keep
screaming at him, but I can’t move. I scream the same thing
until my throat won’t allow me to scream anymore. And he just
stands there.. watching me… Until I finally can only whisper…
‘Sawaranaide, sawaranaide.’ And he takes a step toward me.. Just
when he reached the bed, just when his hand starts to reach out,
I always wake up.”
The description formed pictures in Erin’s head, making her
expression shift along with the unsettling feeling the image
gave her. He had to see that in his head on a regular basis?
Yuck… No wonder he wasn’t sleeping well. “Yeah, I don’t think
I’d sleep well with that, either. I don’t know what a sawa…thing
is, though.”
“It means ‘Don’t touch me, don’t touch me’. I get the feeling
more and more each day that I don’t really want to know what the
dreams mean. That maybe I should just ignore them and pretend
they never happened. That’s what my dad seems to want me to do.”
Yukito nodded, as if confirming his own words. “Yeah…it might be
best, actually…”
“No,” Erin put in, unable to keep her smile back. “It’s really
not. Yukito, think about it. How many problems have been solved
by ignoring them and pretending they never happened? That’s how
everyone tried to fix both world wars, and both times they
became world wars. So obviously, that doesn’t work.” Absently,
she tucked loose hair behind her ear. “It sounds like there’s
something you’re just scared of, though. A lot of times our
dreams that seem really awful have pretty simple meanings… like
the one where you dream your teeth fall out? You’re probably
just scared of looking weird to other people or being judged by
them. So…” She shrugged. “At least you know you’re not alone
with it. I think it’s pretty common, you know? But if you want,
my dad might be able to help you have them less. It’s kinda his
thing,” she laughed a bit— here she was, trying to promote her
dad. It was weird. And funny. But mostly weird. “Stuff inside
the head.”[/quote]
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Re: School Courtyard
By: Mascii Date: January 25, 2013, 1:13 am
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Yukito Maki
“I get the feeling more and more each day that I don’t really
want to know what the dreams mean. That maybe I should just
ignore them and pretend they never happened. That’s what my dad
seems to want me to do.” Yukito considered a moment, then nodded
in agreement to his own statement. He wished he could just
forget the dreams. It would be so much easier that way. “Yeah…it
might be best, actually…”
“No,” Erin put in, smiling. He found it odd, finding himself
studying her expression and searching for its subtleties while
she spoke. “It’s really not. Yukito, think about it. How many
problems have been solved by ignoring them and pretending they
never happened? That’s how everyone tried to fix both world
wars, and both times they became world wars. So obviously, that
doesn’t work.” Absently, she tucked loose hair behind her ear.
He wasn’t so sure about that - it seemed counter-productive to
drag others down with his own problem. True, it felt better when
he was able to talk about it on the rare occasion. But how often
did things that felt good turn out to be the wrong thing?
“It sounds like there’s something you’re just scared of, though.
A lot of times our dreams that seem really awful have pretty
simple meanings… like the one where you dream your teeth fall
out? You’re probably just scared of looking weird to other
people or being judged by them. So…” She shrugged. “At least you
know you’re not alone with it. I think it’s pretty common, you
know? But if you want, my dad might be able to help you have
them less. It’s kinda his thing,” Erin gave a bit of a laugh,
then, probably realizing how she sounded. It was a different
side of Erin, now. She was still the same, bubbly girl, but here
was a tone of sobriety behind her words. She was genuinely
worried about him, and reaching out with advice. “Stuff inside
the head.”
He continued to watch her, wishing it was as simple as talking
to a doctor about his feelings. He wanted to tell Erin
everything. The things he was afraid of each time he went home,
the things he was afraid the dream really meant, and the things
he was afraid would turn into the reality that was his life. He
was caught in an intricate web of secrets, suspicions and
anxieties, and his stomach twisted into tight little knots as he
watched her huge brown eyes, innocently looking back at him. He
wished for her innocence. To go back to a time he wasn’t afraid.
“Thank you for listening,” he said suddenly, his voice sounding
way too loud for the way he felt, as if they had just pushed
past his lips like a barrier to the unknown. His hand reached
out across the grass until his fingertips touched hers briefly,
his palms feeling heated as though by some unseen force.
Yukito realized then that he’d been full-on staring at her, and
his immediate reaction was to look away, his gaze dropping once
more until his bangs fell into his eyes, stinging them and
making his vision blurry. ”No offense to you, Erin,” he said
slowly, trying to keep his tone even. “But I already see enough
of doctors to last me a lifetime…” He hesitated a moment, then
leapt to his feet and away from her, brushing off his jeans and
trying to maintain a somewhat casual posture, as though he
wasn’t suddenly shaking uncontrollably. He hoped it wasn’t
noticeable. “I should go,” his declared in a rushed tone,
heading off at a brisk pace that bordered on a sprint.
*Yukito is finished here! But let me know if you wanted me to
make one more post before he left, and I can edit! ^_^ *
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Re: School Courtyard
By: MissM Date: March 20, 2013, 1:36 pm
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Zinnia Natter
While she didn't appreciate how surrounded the courtyard was, it
was one of her favorite places. Here, she could be herself, and
not have to feel even the small amount of claustrophobia she had
come to associate with the classrooms. With the natural lighting
and design of the rooms, sure, they didn't feel like cages. But
there was still a remnant of her old habits leftover from her
time spent in the hospital.
"I should really see a psychiatrist...." she murmured. And she
wanted to. But she also didn't want anyone else knowing what her
problems were, at least not those who could have their files
'stolen' by higher ups...
Approaching footsteps jolted her our of her reverie and back
into the present. She watched the tunnel leading to the
courtyard, waiting to see who it was.
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Re: School Courtyard
By: Mascii Date: March 22, 2013, 3:15 pm
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Reese Middleton
He wandered into the courtyard humming to himself. It had been a
long morning, and a test day, so many students were walking
around like zombies. The nice thing was that there was more free
time for Reese, since he liked to test quickly and be done with
things. It was hard to be in a room full of stressed out
students, all their nervousness buzzing through his head and
giving him a migraine. What you need, Reese McCartney, he said
to himself, Is a well-deserved nap. Due to the still precarious
and still often misunderstood workings of his Enhancement, only
a limited amount of painkillers was allotted to him, despite how
often the headaches came. Reese found naps a lovely release. He
sometimes even brought a jacket with him on warm days, just to
make sure he had a ready pillow to use.
Reese was just entering the courtyards, which was guaranteed to
be a quiet place to snooze, when he noticed the place was
occupied. A girl was there, wearing long sleeves despite the
warm day, and with her hair hiding part of her face. Reese
tossed his jacket over one shoulder, dangling it from his
fingertips. "Hey there," he said, sending the girl a little
mock-salute with his free hand. "What's up?"
His original intention was to just greet the girl and then move
over to take his nap. He even went so far as to flop onto a
nearby bench, situating his jacket in such a way as to form his
makeshift pillow. But something in her made him continuously
glance her way. "Most kids don't seem pretty glum at times," he
quietly murmured aloud, "But you take the cake in glumness
today. Something happen?" He took care not to make too much eye
contact - it made people nervous, and clam up. Reese noticed
this happened even with his friend Yukito. Even if Yukito wanted
to talk, too much eye contact, too much pressure, and they
started to imagine that everyone was just judging them, and that
it wasn't worth talking about. So Reese busied himself preparing
for his nap, hoping to get rid of his headache, and hoping that
the girl's cloud of funk wouldn't linger in the air too long. It
would make it hard for him to sleep.
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Re: School Courtyard
By: MissM Date: March 31, 2013, 5:55 pm
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Zinnia Natter
It was a guy, walking quietly but with confidence. She scooted
over a couple benches to give him room to sit without having to
squish up close to her. Most people preferred a bit of space.
Although she kind of wanted to talk to him, too....
"Hey there." He greeted her with a quick salute. "What's up?"
"Uhm. Just enjoying the fresh air." She smiled briefly, but as
soon as he turned away, as if to take a nap, her smile slipped
off her face. Company always made her more conscious of the fact
that she really needed help, or at least needed to catch up with
the 'pop' culture. Being out of touch with it for so long... Not
that she'd been in touch with it before her operations, being
11, but she really felt disconnected these days.
Sighing, she lay back with her face to the sun to take a short
nap. She was done with tests for the day, so she had more free
time than she knew what to do with. But she couldn't get to
sleep, and the guy was still glancing at her every so often.
"Yes?"
"Most kids don't seem pretty glum at times," he quietly murmured
aloud, "But you take the cake in glumness today. Something
happen?"
She hesitated, wanting to tell him, but at the same time wary of
telling a stranger. But then she shrugged slightly. What the
hell, she thought to herself. What harm can it do?
"Well, not as such. I'm just a bit stuck in the past, that's
all." Not a bad start. "If I'm bothering you, I can leave." She
didn't want to leave, but more than that, she hated bothering
others.
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Re: School Courtyard
By: Mascii Date: March 31, 2013, 8:03 pm
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Reese Middleton
The girl seemed to have the same idea he had - free afternoons
were perfect for hiding away and taking a nap. He wasn't sure if
he could sleep with someone else nearby, though. She seemed a
little off, unnatural in this element. What exactly that
'element' was, he wasn't quite sure how to explain. But he could
tell she seemed about to say something, but was nervous about
saying it. So he decided to take the initiative and start the
conversation. After all, there would be time to take a nap
later, and he could always take a real nap at home. His family
was bound to be out shopping, and if they weren't, he could
always go to his 'base' - the shed out behind his house that his
parents allowed him to take over and make his own hide-away.
But before he could say something, the girl noticed him noticing
her. "Yes?"
"Most kids don't seem pretty glum at times," he quietly murmured
aloud, "But you take the cake in glumness today. Something
happen?"
He almost felt her pause, choosing her words with all the care
of someone carrying an egg on the end of a spoon. "Well, not as
such. I'm just a bit stuck in the past, that's all." Reese
smiled at that. He knew the feeling. "If I'm bothering you, I
can leave."
"No, no...not at all." he insisted, waving his hands in a
dismissive gesture to let her know it was alright. He sprawled
out on the bench, his hands tucked behind his head as he looked
over at the girl. "The past can be a big black hole of feelings,
can't it? Feels like you can't crawl out of it. Have you ever
seen that movie, The Ring? It's kinda like that, I think. Kind
of gross, but the main girl got stuck in a well, and tried to
crawl out of it. We can just try to crawl out of the well
forever, it feels like. Well..." he smiled, "I hope you aren't
stuck in a well. You can always ask for help, you know. It's
much easier, when you have someone on top rooting for you."
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Re: School Courtyard
By: MissM Date: March 31, 2013, 8:20 pm
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Zinnia Natter
"No, no...not at all." he insisted, waving her protest away like
so much air, looking over at her as he became more comfortable.
"The past can be a big black hole of feelings, can't it? Feels
like you can't crawl out of it. Have you ever seen that movie,
The Ring? It's kinda like that, I think. Kind of gross, but the
main girl got stuck in a well, and tried to crawl out of it. We
can just try to crawl out of the well forever, it feels like.
Well..." he smiled, "I hope you aren't stuck in a well. You can
always ask for help, you know. It's much easier, when you have
someone on top rooting for you."
Zinnia listened, wishing more and more she could pour out all
her hesitance and just talk. But she had had too many walls up
for too long, and was too unfamiliar with this guy. Although he
seemed to be utterly sincere about her not bothering him, and he
really did seem to want her to talk about it, to get it off her
chest. Maybe if she got to know him better...
"Well... I.... it's complicated. I..." she sighed, and looked
away, unable to figure out where to start. "I just suck at
talking about it, I guess." She gave up there, frustrated. She
obviously wasn't ready to talk about it, with anyone. She needed
a friend, first, and was too lonely to ask for one. Hesitantly,
she added, "What's your name, anyway?"
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Re: School Courtyard
By: Mascii Date: April 2, 2013, 1:28 am
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Reese Middleton
"Well... I.... it's complicated. I..." she sighed, and looked
away. "I just suck at talking about it, I guess." Reese felt her
uneasiness. She felt like she was going to clam up on him if he
pushed even just a little bit, so he'd decided to back off.
However, there was an air about her, like she wanted someone to
talk to, badly. He wondered if she wanted it badly enough to
open up to him.
"That's cool with me," he said, nonchalantly. "Everyone sucks at
talking about their feelings, of course. But it's not like
you're paying me to listen to you. How much you talk or don't
talk is entirely up to you." He sent her a playful smirk and a
shrug, leaving it up to her interpretation.
Hesitantly, she added, "What's your name, anyway?"
"I'm Reese," he said, holding out his hand to her. As a rule,
Reese rarely shook hands with new acquaintances. With a few of
his friends - and a couple of his enemies, even - Reese had
taken to taking hold of their hand as a sort of character
profiling. In an instant, he knew their regular heart rate, and
could gauge the vague sensations he received by being near to
that person. It was almost like getting someone's blood type or
astrological sign - it wasn't a sure-fire way to understand
them, but it gave him a hint. "I've been here a few years now,
so it feels like all this Enhancement and emotional trauma stuff
is second-nature. Ah, well. It makes you wonder how much we
actually control about where our lives go, doesn't it?" He
stretched his arms above his head, letting out a little grunt as
the muscles in his back stretched. "Boy, it's too pretty a day
to have tests, isn't it? Seems a shame. My friends are all still
taking their tests inside, though Yukito should be done soon..."
He sent her a curious look, then gave a nod as if answering a
silent question he had put to himself. "Hey, you know how to
play cards?" He pulled out a deck from his pocket, the cardboard
cover frayed and torn, and let out a laugh. "I know, in a day of
technology, it seems kinda stupid, huh? But there you go. I'm a
bit of an old-fashioned kind of guy, I guess. How ironic."
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Re: School Courtyard
By: MissM Date: April 2, 2013, 9:08 pm
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Zinnia Natter
"Well... I.... it's complicated. I..." she sighed, and looked
away. "I just suck at talking about it, I guess."
"That's cool with me," he said, nonchalantly. "Everyone sucks at
talking about their feelings, of course. But it's not like
you're paying me to listen to you. How much you talk or don't
talk is entirely up to you."
Hesitantly, she added, "What's your name, anyway?"
"I'm Reese," he said, holding out his hand to her. She shook it,
relaxing when she felt his warm but firm grip. Somebody who
knows what they're doing, for once. I like that, she thought. A
small smile crept up onto her face.
"I've been here a few years now, so it feels like all this
Enhancement and emotional trauma stuff is second-nature. Ah,
well. It makes you wonder how much we actually control about
where our lives go, doesn't it?" There was a short pause. "Boy,
it's too pretty a day to have tests, isn't it? Seems a shame. My
friends are all still taking their tests inside, though Yukito
should be done soon... Hey, you know how to play cards?"
He pulled out a deck from his pocket, the cardboard cover frayed
and torn, and Zinnia's eyes widened. How long had it been since
she had played a simple game of cards? She cautiously moved
closer, not knowing why she was so tense again. She consciously
worked to relax--it was only a game of cards. Nothing life
threatening. She still couldn't say anything, though, so she
nodded.
"I know, in a day of technology, it seems kinda stupid, huh? But
there you go. I'm a bit of an old-fashioned kind of guy, I
guess. How ironic."
"It's always good to be able to entertain yourself without the
use of a computer or electronic gizmo. A dead battery can't take
it away from you then." Zinnia spoke without much thought, and
was surprised that she managed a full sentence without stumbling
over her own tongue. The only problem with strangers, she
thought, is that I can never speak properly the first few times
I meet them. Although Reese isn't so bad.
"What game are we playing?"
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