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Post by fairytale on Feb 28, 2011 16:16:34 GMT -5
  Caution Wet Floor sign approaching. Dodge both sign and wet floor- complete.
Group of kids- dodged... I think...
Door to the left, not that one, the other one... right... is that a bin on wheels or a very short person?
The uncertain voice resounded through his head, reminding him to keep his concentration on trying to figure out what was in front of him. It was easy to forget that he had his eyes open, and if he lost concentration he'd most likely trip on something left on the floor, bump into something or walk into the girls toilets... again. He'd gotten quite a reputation for getting mixed up between the two. The girls weren't to worried though, Ashley was blind. They just turned him round and directed him to the boys toilets. He had no idea what the girls looked like, only their hair colour and eyes colour and some other miniature detail, so he didn't exactly feel embarrassed. They couldn't call him perv either, since -yet again- his lack of sight saved him.
Ashley was wandering through the corridors, hearing some girls giggle as he walked by;
"That's the blind boy. Kinda cute, actually!" one of them said, unaware that he'd heard.
Now that made him blush. He put the collar of his coat up to hide his red cheeks and continued towards the class room. This day had been fine until that had been said. He wasn't cute! A being blind didn't count as cute either... just damn annoying. Breaking stuff wasn't really cute when he had to pay for it.
He arrived at the classroom finally, locating his seat and setting down his bag on his desk. He looked around, trying to pick up anyone. There was a lot of noise, he could sense seven or eight students in the room. He wasn't late, that was for sure, but usually he was here before everybody else. He better locate somebody he knew quick, because sitting all alone wasn't good for his reputation.
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Post by KAYLIN McOLSTER! on Mar 15, 2011 21:09:58 GMT -5
CAUTION
WET FLOOR 'A bright yellow sign!' Basically.. That was the only thought that ran through the young woman’s head at the sight of such a warning. Most people may take it into their mind that there may in fact be a wet floor, or something slippery ahead, or to possibly avoid that spot. Kit… wasn’t quite thinking along those lines. To her, yellow was a bright color, a fascinating and energetic color, she wasn’t much concerned with the dull black words bolded and capitalized in front of her. At the sight of the obvious yellow, she did the opposite of what most others may do. The girl took off running. Not away, but towards the sign. No real reason in her head other than she wanted to.
So on she went, she saw it when she was a bit of a ways down the hall from the thick, plastic warning, but her road wasn’t blocked with many students. (most having enough sense to want to avoid wet floors?) But one young female did happen to block her path, or at least partially block her path. Kit saw her directly in her line of running, and what other choice could she possibly have but jump? Nothing. No other possible way. So with a bright laugh and a brief second of her legs tensing and recoiling off the ground, she jumped her younger classmate, placing her hands on the girl’s shoulders to help hoist herself over. A game of leap frog anyone? And on she went down the hallway.
A good few feet before the sign, Kaylin took another jump. Her aim? To land on the yellow sign, use it as a type of surfboard over the floor, and glide onto her next classroom. Needless to say, that didn’t quite occur. Something caught her attention for a moment, nothing too big, just another student. They were exiting a classroom just to her right, a quiet gasp escaping the student as Kit ran by. Just a faint surprise to both of them, a mere distraction. But it broke her concentration. She didn’t land correctly on the sign. In reality, she hit the floor first, tumbled forward with her momentum, and sort of rolling forwards a few times, she took the sign down the hall with her. Only a few feet, she was on her side now with the yellow partially sprawled on top of her. Kit was not disappointed, however, she was laughing. A clear sound, obviously joyful and amused. She was no surfer, but she was happy all the same.
Standing on her feet, she seemed to have some pretty good balance regained, and the floor didn’t seem too wet from where she was standing. Taking her ‘prize’ with her, she had the sign over her right shoulder, one straight yellow warning side on her front, and the other solid yellow warning handing behind her. A large grin on the girl’s face, one might describe the look as one of a child getting a huge piece of candy for no reason.
Full of joy and basically bubbling over, her laughs had subsided but she looked as if she might burst. Her steps were quick once again, but nowhere near running. Soon she had gotten to her destination, her classroom. Not the first of her classes, but that didn’t mean that she recalled what it was about either. Heck, she didn’t remember who taught it or who was in it. Walking in, nothing even really jogged her memory.
Not phased a bit by this lack of knowledge, she took a seat by a boy. He looked familiar! Oh wait… no he didn’t. A dark haired boy, fairly attractive in looks ( but hey, who isn’t attractive to someone right? ), looked like he was taaallllll even while he was sitting, and his eyes had this… very light color. Lovely. A grin across her face, she sat her prized, yellow sign down on the floor between her and this student. “I thought I might warn you, the floor’s wet.” Her voice was completely serious, or at least she tried to make it sound that way, but one could easily tell she was trying not to laugh. Shifting position in her chair, she folded her legs in an Indian style and kept them upon her chair.
“You look like you’d be almost a hundred feet tall Mister.” This sounded less like she was going to bust out laughing, more that she was making a curious observation. For this brief point in time, Ashley had caught the joyous girl’s attention.
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Post by fairytale on Mar 16, 2011 15:12:13 GMT -5
As he finally decided that sitting down was the better option than standing and looking like a freak as well as a loner. It seemed being in the Spartoi didn’t help him gain anyone interesting to talk to. It was more like people avoided him. Maybe it was because he didn’t have a Meister, and so being in the Spartoi was uncanny? Ashley shook his head, fumbling around for his bag, the wooden desk made it harder to sense, he grasped the leather bag and heaved it up into his lap, unclipping it and hunting around inside for his doodle book. He didn’t know what he had drawn in it: he couldn’t see. He could just see where the colours went. It was most likely Kandinsky style emotional mess. It looked nice and colourful, true, but a little to much effort was put into it.
A few pages and writing scribbled onto it, to test his writing: he was prone to arching off the lines and having something almost unreadable. It frustrated teachers when he tried to write, it was almost impossible, and didn’t do very well for him when it came to note taking.
He refused Braille most of the time. He didn’t want to give away that he was handicapped. That would be the worst thing he could do to himself, which was why he hid his doodle book from the weary eyes of the classmates. He was afraid they’d start picking on him. It was, however, fairly palpable that his eye sight was ’bad’ at the least. He’d tried multiple times on several occasions when he had been called up to the chalk board to draw a soul or something. Unlike pencil and ink, he couldn’t sense chalk, so he spent a while drawing a circle and a small tail-like thing. He usually got it wrong, embarrassing himself every time, although it didn’t to much to him. Even so, it wasn’t a nice experience and was kind of very off putting to him. His handicap and inability to do certain things had caused a mini-crisis in the school, and became a real headache when exams came around.
The exam board had to make a completely different test for Ashley when assessments came around, there were some things he just didn’t or wouldn’t do.
Ashley had started scribbling away in his doodle book, yellows, blues and purples. He had smile on his lips, even though he couldn’t why drawing was so fun. The idea of creation was something he as an artist loved so well, and so he perused to idea of emotion and creation. The use of colours in anything he did was something almost extraordinarily strong. Bright colours like rose reds and yellows, blues and royal purples.
He was about to get his pencils out, when a girl plonked herself down beside him. In one quick, fluid movement, Ashley had slammed the book shut and folded his arms over it to keep it safe from people who he didn’t think would be to pleased.
The next thing she did puzzled him: she place a ‘Caution: Wet Floor’ sign between him and her, and he couldn’t help but cringe and her so-openly placed innuendo, even if she didn’t realise what it sounded like to a seventeen-year-old boy.
He raised an eyebrow at the uncertain insinuation, her voice was staid, but he could tell that she wasn’t taking anything seriously at all. He didn’t know one person who would take a caution sign and walk into a classroom with it and not be insane. Ashley was still partially off with the faeries. Being blind did that to you if you weren’t focused enough on one thing and not the other. He was prone to an over-active imagination, being able to instantly think of something as soon as it is said, but being without vision made it a hard thing to distinguish.
As the girl spoke again, Ashley became height-sensitive. He hunched over and tried to make himself look small, but only proceeded to make himself look desperate to turn into an amoeba. He blushed slightly. It was rare that he was ever called tall, not many people seemed to notice it, and he usually forgot about his own height.
He peered up at her with a bizarre expression. Both bewilderment and surprise. He blinked once or twice in an almost comical way, before he looked up correctly and clear his throat.
“Uh, hey… what are you doing? I don’t know what you are trying to attempt with that sign there,” Ashley pointed accurately to the bright yellow sigh, tilting his head to one side like a cautious dog.
He tried to study her a little more, trying to figure out what this one looked like. He could gather short and spiky hair, flailing all over the place like a lion in a gale. She had brown eyes too, and a dress style that he couldn’t pick up properly. He couldn’t tell anything else per usual. What did her face look like? Was she too skinny or average? She certainly wasn’t fat, he would be sure if she was.
Ashley ran a hand through his hair, the strands falling lazily back to emphasize the almost feminine curve of his face. He continued to look at her with his bewildered expression, his blind eyes maintaining the same dilation of the pupils: a large dot of slick black, rimmed by a thin sliver of paling icy blue.
If she was a biology person, she’d pick up on the strange permanent dilation, but even so, he didn’t really know how to tell what was natural, he never used to listen in science classes.
“Anyway, before you ask, I’ll just introduce myself. I’m Ashley Shaw, I’m not new here, but I still get lost,” Ashley said, trying to add very dry, tedious humour, that probably wasn’t funny at all. It was about as funny as watching puppies being thrown into a bitter lake in mid-winter.
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Post by KAYLIN McOLSTER! on Mar 16, 2011 16:38:46 GMT -5
It had never hit the young woman that she was interrupting anything that Ashley had been doing, never entered her mind. Even when she had placed herself next to him, the girl had let the movements of the male escape her. Hiding his book, protecting it with his body, this was lost to her. And that could work all for the better for him. Kit, being the curious person she was, would have driven him crazy while trying to figure out what it was, why he was hiding it, was he embarrassed? Endless questions would have followed along with attempts to steal the book from his person. It was just all the better that she was focused on her lovely yellow sign being placed properly.
But now she was watching him. Her sign placed beside her where she felt it should be, her attention was focused on this student. She remained in her cross-legged position on the chair, only shifting slightly so that she was facing the man, body and all. Letting her arms fall into her lap in a relaxed position, she leaned just a tad forward in his direction. His eyebrow was raised, the reason why she wasn’t sure, but Kit decided to mimic it regardless. Attempting her best to recreate his expression on her own face, she tried to imagine what one might feel when she entered as she did. But this did nothing for her acting skills, because her recreating her own actions in her mind only made her smile. Complete joy entered the meister’s face once again, eyes squinting a bit and her lips curving upwards as she contained a laugh.
Then his whole demeanor seemed to change. Some color made it’s way to the man’s cheeks and he started to slouch over. Relaying what she had done and said, Kit attempted to find a cause for his actions. It took a few moments for her to connect the dots. During this short length of time, her attention seemed to fade a bit from the man, her concentration only being able to take one thing at a time. Once finding that the fault was her own, the female leaned farther further in her chair, resting some weight on her one elbow while she reached out to him with her left hand, pointer finger stretched out to him as if she were going to poke him. “It’s wonderful that you’re tall, Mister. Don’t get all odd.” Grinning, she meant nothing by her words, Kit just spoke. Neither did the young woman feel bad, just the sudden change in him wasn’t particularly to her liking.
Then he brought up… her sign! A wide grin spread across Kaylin’s face as her attention was instantly diverted to the yellow plastic. “That’s my sign!” She spoke a little more loudly than was probably appropriate for their situation, but she was excited. In her energetic explanation, the girl had shifted her weight backwards, putting a bit too much momentum into her movements. Her reaction took over by then, not really wishing her to fall once again, she grabbed the back of her chair and the side of her desk, steadying herself again before she leaned forward on her crossed legs as she had before. Just like nothing happened. Some of his other words seemed to hit her then. What was she trying to attempt? Looking to Ashley once more, she just focused on his face with her own child-like, innocent grin. “I just wanted it there.” That was her reasoning. All of it.
“I like yellow.” She spoke again, but this time she was a little less concentrated on Ashley. Her eyes seemed focused towards the ceiling now, but she was not really processing anything she saw. She was thinking on yellow, creating that picture in her mind. “It’s bright and colorful and fun and quick and energetic and yellow.” Her voice seemed fairly serious, probably the most level tone he would have heard from her just yet, but as quickly as she had entered this ‘calmer’ state of mind, she was out of it again, attention once again on Ashley.
“You get lost? Great! We can help each other, because I forget everything.” A wide grin on the girl’s face, she was watching him all the while. It never occurred to her that having two people who got lost trying to help each other was like having the blind lead the blind. It also was nowhere near ‘great’ that the boy got lost, but as soon as this idea entered the female’s head, she seemed almost perfectly set on it. “I’m Kit, before you ask, Mister Shaw.” She mimicked, or attempted to, his tone of voice when he introduced his name. “Like a tool kit or kit and caboodle or kit-ten or…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to find something else to relate to her name, but nothing else came to mind. Shrugging, she smiled once again at the boy. “You get it.”
Unfolding her legs from beneath her, she let them hang over the edges how most people should sit in chairs. But she still somewhat leaned forward towards the boy, pressing some of her weight on her hands which gripped to the seat of the chair. Rocking somewhat back and forth, the movement seemed mostly unintentional, like a habit or need to move. “I am fairly new. Getting a grasp of this team thing, resonating, and fighting.” Rambling off just a few words she had encountered at this school, it was true that Kit was somewhat new to the place. She didn’t understand a lot of it, and she remembered even less of what had been said. Still, she was happy, she was smiling, and she was getting to talk to someone at the moment. Bad side? She didn’t see one.
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Post by fairytale on Mar 17, 2011 14:43:59 GMT -5
Ashley had decided that this girl was a very hyper young one. Like him on a better day, when he’d actually remembered not to reminisce about accidentally walking into girls toilets. It wasn’t something he was particularly proud of, put he couldn’t help that he still muddle up one doorway to another. It was like playing a game of packman in first person with a very dull screen with half of the objects missing, including the ghosts that run at you shrieking like howler monkeys. It gave him a headache thinking about it to much, and sometimes he wished that he didn’t posses an over active imagination so that it was more enjoyable to think about such things.
The blind boy was uncomfortable with the girl getting close: he wasn’t in the mod right now. He had been all sluggishly optimistic and then an overjoyed young girl decided to plonk herself next to him and see how things turn out. It wasn’t a move he could condemn, nor could he praise in his sudden fouler mood. It wouldn’t be right. To bring this pleasant girls mood down with him was like being the a cynic at an optimist parade. Unwanted and uncalled for. Like giving an obese child Danish food. You didn’t do it because you know it’s stupid, but you just have to in order to see their smug little faces beam with glee or anti-pessimism.
The girl pointed at him, almost like a little -if not enthralled- child, discovering something they had never seen before. She had her finger tip so close to his nose that he sensed the very presence of her nail causing some kind of air pressure between them. It felt like an ache, like most people get by putting their finger over the spot between their eyes. A third eye theory of sorts. Apparently if you felt pain you were benevolent, and if you couldn’t feel anything at all you were malicious. If it was numb, you were on the boarder line.
Ashley looked at her vacantly as she commented on his height yet again. He’d forgotten what six foot was, let alone six foot two going on three. He sometimes had to duck to get through doorways, on plenty of occasions he had hit his head and been laughed at but that was part of being ‘the blind kid’. Make yourself look like a fool, and you might just get seen as adorable. That seemed to be the way things rolled, and it certainly got him a few looks -the nice kind- from some of the girls who really stuck to the cute innocent one who didn’t really care what people looked like.
The girl then chirped and cheered about her wonderful yellow sign, making Ashley look at her with a vague expression that made boredom look fed up with itself. He knew what colour the darn thing was, and frankly they were a bane to him. He was never good on slippery surfaces. Then again, who was? It was like slippery surfaces had a thing against mankind, and plotted to trip them at any given time. He didn’t think that quite literally, but sometimes he thought that personification to bothersome daily notices was quite entertaining.
He looked at her as she began to explicate herself, what nicknames she liked to be called, other stuff. He took it a little to heart when she said it was good that he got lost: it was impossibly annoy, and he hated it with all his heart and mind. He began to lighten up, he lips no long and south-facing crescent moon, but more of a straight face with slight curves to it. Perhaps her bubbly and strident nature cheered him up a little more than he really noticed. He began to get dragged into her delightful reality as far as a blind man could.
He smiled to himself. He had never known how much a girl could chat for without stopping. It was like a marathon of the mouth. It could have been funny if he could pick up on her every move, but unfortunately he wasn’t that good at his sense ability, and could only tell her bigger movements. It made him a little angry at some points, not being able to tell what someone was doing at any particular time. It meant that people could be making rude gestures to him and he wouldn’t be able to tell. He often wondered if people did that, and what their motives were. Fortunately, either way it didn’t bother him all that much. If he couldn’t see it , it wasn’t offensive. A rather benign way of looking at things, but that was how he rolled.
“You can call me Ash if you want, Kit,” he said. Even her name made him that slightest bit happier than the moment before. Kit. Kit. Fluffy kittens in a cotton candy shop. His image alliteration made everything better. He smiled at the image: three fluffy kittens rolling around in cotton candy. He had no idea what brought on the thought, but it was pleasant and ever so slightly too surreal.
He shook himself out of his mind and continued his attention to Kit.
“I don’t have a resonance. My partner left soon after we entered the Spartoi. For some reason they still want me in there,” he thought back to the time he had met the other Spartoi members, even for a smidgen of time.
“They clash… a lot. Mixed personalities and such.”
Ashley smirked and cute smile, his hair bouncing lightly. He wondered if his sudden change in attitude would surprise her, or if she wouldn’t notice it. She seemed to be a person who’s mind worked like sugar canes and harribos.
“Anyway, since you’re new I guess that means you haven’t got a partner? Don’t worry, I’m sure someone will take a liking to you.” Ashley looked at his doodle book, still covering it with his arms. He didn’t want any feedback on it right now, it wouldn’t be to good for him. He didn’t want either praise or criticism. He drew for fun.
“So, what do you think of the academy?”
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Post by KAYLIN McOLSTER! on Mar 17, 2011 18:52:43 GMT -5
The young girl still had thoughts whirling through her head, but none that she could pin down enough to focus on. She wasn’t quite sure what her own mind held and finding an answer to her questions was nearly impossible. Grinning widely the whole time, even in the brief spaces of silence, she leaned her body backwards and away from Ashley. Just a shift of position, not really trying to distance herself, she just needed to move but didn’t feel like getting to her feet right at the moment. If her energy did build to that point, she would do nothing short of run around the classroom like some little monkey. Kit did what she wanted. Simple.
Something she caught though, even amidst her shifting thoughts, the boy was ‘smiling.’ Maybe not a large one, maybe not even supposed to be seen by her, but the wonderful Mr. Shaw actually looked somewhat glad! The girl giggled at this. That’s right, a kid-ish, girl-ish giggle. Her expression softened as well, not quite as forceful with her happy nature, but more calmly happy in the fact that this young male seemed happy.
Then he spoke, saying she could call him Ash. Ash? Like the little tv show, video game, pokemon Ash? Nah, she didn’t really need ketchup as a friend, the color red was too angry. That was her thought process. Ash - Ash Ketchum - Ketchup - Red. “Mister Shaw.” She confirmed, a more triumphant and determined look crossing the girl’s face, like a kid who had just won musical chairs. That was what this young boy was going to be labeled in her mind, Mister Shaw. If she remembered that his name was Ashley… he would be one lucky fellow.
His other smile was lost to her. Her thinking on his name at the same time he was thinking on hers. Too wrapped up in her own process of thought, she wasn’t focused enough to notice the details of the boy in front of her. She hadn’t even really noticed the most important detail as of yet. Color had been considered, light eyes, but the fact that they were abnormal for a reason did not occur to her. Why should it? Everyone had their differences, her included, so why should she automatically think such? Plus… she wasn’t very good at making connections.
“Sparta?” Kit’s attention was brought back to Ashley as he mentioned Spartoi. Now, she wasn’t quite sure how closely related weapons and meisters should be, so she didn’t think to be sympathetic about the parting, and didn’t catch that he might not think he was good enough to be in Spartoi on his own. All she heard was Spartoi, or Sparta. “They have Sparta here? Is it a club? Are you in the macho club?” The girl asked excitedly, grinning all the while, and she shifted position once again. Leaning forward, towards him, her hands still gripping to the edge of her chair. Unintentionally, Kit had ignored his last statement about Spartoi. The mixed personalities, it didn’t enter her ears. The girl’s muscles tensed, she was going to move, stand. Her aim was to stand, strike a pose, and holler ‘This is SPARTA!’
But… she caught his smile. It was, in a way, adorable. It made her forget what her intentions had been, and therefore she remained in her seat. Eyes fixated on the male, she wondered if this was some sort of game. Why? Because she liked games, and if she could create an imaginary game out of his simple expressions that she darn well would! But his next words were on a partner for her. ‘Partner? For what? Oh… ’ Confusion first on her face, then realization. She never really linked it in her head that she would need one, but it only made sense. Pairs, partners, she was a meister and would have to find a weapon? Or do they find her? She didn’t remember.
“I like you!” She said slightly louder than was probably necessary, but her energy was just bubbling over for the minute. Kit had taken a liking to him. Well.. She basically liked anyone, but Ashley was no exception. Shrugging her shoulders, she shifted her attention to the front of the classroom, just her head facing that way but she kept her body towards Ashley. A slight change in demeanor, a somewhat calmer serious state. “Do I search for a weapon? Or do you just kinda kah-lick?”
No sooner had she gotten the last syllable from her mouth from that question, she was back to a bright grin and her attention had snapped straight back to Ashley. “This place is HUGE, Mr. Shaw! I can’t remember where I’ve been or where I’m going!” Laughing, she let her hands release the chair. Reaching out with her right hand, this time Kit did move to poke him. Just lightly with her pointer finger on his upper arm, but she just felt like it. “There’s people everywhere, which is great. People work hard, or they don’t. Everyone is themselves, or they’re not. I never know what to expect! I forget everything, but then there’s always something more I get to learn. There’s excitement and boredom. Joy and sadness. It’s like my own little circus that spread out everywhere!” Last word of the ramble was basically exclaimed to the whole class, the girl lifting both her hands into the air, fingers wide, then she brought her arms back down to her legs.
“What do you think of it, Mister Shaw?” Eyes focused on Ashley, she wanted to know what he had to say. And just because he wasn’t new didn’t mean he couldn’t have an opinion on the place.
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Post by fairytale on Mar 21, 2011 2:23:45 GMT -5
THE BOYS AND GIRLS IN THE CLIQUE, the aweful names that they stick,
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Ashley smiled at the girl, her innocent way was both annoying but also cute at the same time. He couldn’t say if he liked her, she was doing a good job of grabbing the entire classroom’s attention just by voicing her opinions as loud as her lungs would allow her to. It was a change from all the mediocre students who talked at a constant -and more adequate- volume. However, he guessed that Kit would also stay talking at this level, and he wondered if he could put up with it for that long. He’d know soon enough, since he could handle making a fool out of himself in school when called up to the white boards. That was something he never really liked, he’d complained numerous times and yet they still expected his ability to somehow let him see chalk on a board. It was why his class work was so utterly poor and void. He couldn’t copy anything, and so he had to copy the person next to him. It worked sometimes, but other times he was an out-and-out failure at it, and got caught, and then had to explain in the most detail possible that he couldn’t read what on the board.
Kit made another statement on the Spartoi, getting it mixed up with the internet fad and film ‘300’ or Sparta as commonly known. He laughed, shaking his head in an almost playful way. This girl was entertaining, rue. She was loud, confident -perhaps to confident- and seemed to have selective hearing.
Ashley -of course- couldn’t have selective hearing. He had to rely on sound as well as his senses to make his way through the school. It was tough, but he managed. At least he didn’t need a cane or anything, that would have been a nightmare for the poor boy. He couldn’t fight, either, so if he bumped into the wrong person, that would be the end of that. And he didn’t want to end up in a hospital bed anytime soon. Unlike a Spartan.
He was smiling to himself, when she leaned in again, almost to close for him. He shuffled away a little bit, although not trying to be rude. He didn’t like being close to people he’d just met. However, he could tell it was the opposite for Kit. Her smile taking up a large percentage of her face. Her hollering was different from the complaining and the shouting among the Spartoi group.
Ashley nodded to the girl and smiled, picking together and answer for one of her questions. He wasn’t completely sure on the answer either.
“Well… I think the best way to find a partner is by talking to someone and see if you get along,” he said with a shaky voice, unsure about how one actually goes about to finding a partner. He couldn’t remember when he’d met his last Meister, it was a few months now, and he didn’t want to remember. In all honesty, he really should have been getting back down into the dirty job of finding a Meister that wouldn’t chicken out again.
Maybe he should start later today, he couldn’t hold it off for much longer, it would be impractical and he wouldn’t be getting any stronger than he already was.
Kit was just to the left of going nuts, it seemed. She was excided, but about what remained a mystery to him, he didn’t think for even a few seconds that it was him she was enjoying talking to. He imagined that she was talking over him to somebody else, and he was making a fool of himself by talking back to her, but he tried not to think about that, he didn’t want that to be the actual scenario. He’d die from embarrassment if it was. It was not a good thing when you found yourself talking to somebody who wasn’t talking to you. He got all sorts of stick for doing this like that, and he did it more often than not. It was sometimes ignored and left to him to discover that he had been talking to nobody, and other times he got told, and then laughed at for a few days afterwards. He was used to it: the good and the bad.
However, it seemed that Kit was familiar with those kinds of reactions, and was busy pointing and laughing and drawing way to much attention to him and her. He didn’t want to be stared at, because he couldn’t stare back, it was a right handicap when it came to talking to people. Sometimes he’d look through them, at their noses, or over their shoulders, and rarely ever in the eyes, he just couldn’t tell where they were, and in all fairness it peeved him off a lot more than it did the person on the receiving end of his vague distant looks.
He wondered if there was ever a person who could actually put up with him not looking at them for a few minutes before wandering off and leaving him cursing his blindness.
Kit pocked him, and the unaware Ashley jumped a little, his face going red as he did. She had made him blush again. He was going to give up in a minute and let her do all the talking. A nice girl, talkative and loud. That was the best ingredients to an ‘attract-unwanted-attention’ pie, and he wasn’t in the mood for pie. In fact, he’d probably not be in the mood for talking to anyone but this bouncy little girl for the rest of the day. He smiled again, regaining some cheer, and winking to her.
“What do I think of the place?” he re-asked the question to himself, thinking it over a couple if times.
“It’s big, certainly. But I only stick to the main corridors, if I get lost, I get lost for good!” He laughed to himself, sapping up all her fun aura, being influenced by her cheery and good-willed nature. Soon enough, he’d be bouncing off the walls with the girl.
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Post by KAYLIN McOLSTER! on Mar 26, 2011 15:43:00 GMT -5
Kaylin was beyond happy at this point. Though her normal personality was quite upbeat and joyous, this male seemed to encourage her to be both glad and a bit focused. Not that her mind stayed in one place, but she had remained focused on him, Ashley Shaw still had her attention. That was an accomplishment in itself. He was interesting. She never knew what to expect from him, whether he would shoot a disapproving look or smile along with her. Each motion he made, no matter how small, was interesting in itself. Now.. That’s not saying she caught everything he did, she was much to jumpy for that.
His laugh. That was a major point of encouragement for Kit. It riled her up all the more, a spark of child-like happiness welling up inside her. Though she couldn’t quite place why he was laughing, the fact that he was, was just enough for her. A broad grin across her face, she had to fight to keep herself in her seat. Half of her wanted to stand, to run and jump around the room, but she also had this part of her that wanted to sit still and find out why this boy was laughing. Focused on him, leaning forward once again, she didn’t even realize that she was the source of his discomfort. Well.. Her close proximity was. Regardless, she had seen him moving back and away from her. That’s when her eyes glanced to the side, to his desk. A notebook sort of thing? Was he hiding it? Was it a book for this class? Why didn’t she have one?! Her mind was slowly spinning, faster and faster thoughts came to her and mixing her emotions. Excitement, joy, worry, and much more. But for those few moments, it was like she was frozen in her spot as she allowed herself to dwell in her thoughts. Eyes fixated on his ‘notebook’, her body almost completely stiff for the first time since he had met her.
But just as simply as she had taken and frozen time, she was back again. His voice brought her back, answering her about partners. Talk to them? See if you get along? The girl made a face, one of disagreement and almost distaste. Picture a toddler where the mom is trying to feed it a food that it doesn’t want. For a few seconds, that was Kit’s face. Then, just a few moments after, she laughed. Shifting her position on her chair once more, she was cross legged again, placing her legs on the chair and somewhat beneath her. Leaning back somewhat away from him, she held herself in balance by having her hands clasp her knees. “It can’t be that simple, Mr. Shaw.” She spoke, a teasing smile upon the girl’s face. “We’re talking and get along.” The words meant nothing more than that, Kit wasn’t thinking much about any connection, just simply unknowing about how to gain a partner. The unsureness in his voice had been brought to her attention, but she couldn’t say she knew how to react other than how she did. All in all, it hadn’t mattered to her much that he didn’t know. She would find out eventually, things work out like that.
“Meister, I am. You Mr. Shaw, what about?” Attempting her best at speaking like the famous, little, green Yoda, Kit was grinning in excitement. Gaze focused straight on the male, she waited for his response. It didn’t really matter either way, but a thin stream of curiosity had passed through her mind. The thought hit her, she asked the question. It was as simple as that. Whether he was a meister like herself or a weapon, she knew that she would be intrigued either way. He just seemed to have that vibe about him, that he was interesting through and through.
Contact. She had poked him. And in response, she got a jump and a blushing Mr. Shaw. A surprised smiling spreading it’s way across the girl’s lips, she couldn’t take her eyes off him for a moment. He was embarrassed? That’s what blushing meant right? She laughed, she couldn’t help it. In reality, she didn’t even know why she was laughing, and it didn’t matter one cent either. For a fleeting moment, she thought about getting up and hugging him. Out of nowhere, just like that. And she would have done it too, if it weren’t for the wink and him speaking again. He made a nice distraction, always at the best of times for his own benefit.
Tightening her grip on her knees, she waited none too patiently for his answer to her question. What did he think of the place? Did he like it as much as her? He didn’t say much, but it didn’t disappoint her. Ashley spoke on the largeness of the school.. Him getting lost and trying to keep to main ways. But regardless of his small amount of words, he seemed to be cheering up more and more. Very much pleased about how this was turning out, Kit let go of her leg with one hand and placed her elbow on the desk, letting her head rest against her hand. “We should explore together. What fun is sticking to the main corridors? Then you just stick to habit and the known.” Smiling, she watched for his reaction, but no matter what it was, it wasn’t going to deter her from her next words. “If people stuck to what was known, the world wouldn’t be what it was today.” Laughing quietly, Kit found herself focusing on the book once again, the one on his desk.
“Mr. Shaw. What is that?” Quickly, she shifted position again. Letting her neck support her head’s weight once again, she pointed the arm that was not clasped to her knee straight at the book he had on his desk. She was curious, maybe it a bit prying. But it wasn’t holding her back. “Should I have something like that?” She also wasn’t sure if it was a text book. She hadn’t made too keen an observation, just that there was a book and she didn’t have one.
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Post by fairytale on Mar 27, 2011 11:13:27 GMT -5
THEY BOYS AND GIRL IN THE CLIQUE the awful names that they stick, Ashley listened to the girl, finding himself drawn into the conversation, whereas on any other day he would have been grumpy till midday. That was his usual timing. In the mornings he wasn’t as talkative, but in the afternoon he could talk for America, if not for the whole world. He sometimes wondered if he pissed people off or if he actually made any good conversation, since he was known to blabber on about two different subjects all at once, without realizing it. Even so, he seemed to be doing alright with Kit, although she didn’t seem the type to lose interest very easily. To him, she seemed like she could talk forever and a day, perhaps more. It was rare you’d get anybody like that, she also liked to move a lot. Sometimes he wondered if she was uncomfortable, and was saying to himself how sight would have been better at this point in time. Actually, sight full stop would have made his life that little easier.
He could sense her face contort a little, like he’d done something to upset her, and a strong was of fear overwhelmed him. He absolutely didn’t want to drive her away, he’d be left sitting alone for the next two hours, and that was something that no-one really wanted to put up with. The emptiness either side of him was also very disturbing to him, he never liked it much and it was the same for flying and rollercoaster’s.
Kit placed her hands on her knees with a bit of force, the unexpected movement made Ashley jump slightly in shock. He quickly snapped himself out of this, protecting his sketch book like it was a precious family heirloom, while not realising that it was attracting the girls attention very slowly. It was the last thing he needed, he didn’t want to be slammed for something he found joy in, even though he never knew the outcome or when to stop. It was something that came natural to him, like swimming to a dolphin, although with that said, is art was much less graceful than a dolphin.
He looked up at her and smiled quite sweetly, but unaware of that himself. He had very little realization over what he looked like now he had aged on a little bit, definitely not looking like he had a few years ago. He didn’t know whether a smile looked normal or angry or blunt, he just knew that he was smiling. Sometimes he’d miss a button on his shirts or accidentally slip on a pair of odd socks. It was out of his control sometimes, but usually it was little things that made his mistakes all to obvious. Like the famed walking into the girls bathrooms instead of the boys.
Ashley giggled at her Yoda-style talking, tempted to reply in a similar fashion, but decided it wouldn’t do anything for him, and he should let her keep that moment of indirect context. It wasn’t like he was Yoda or anything, Kit was in a better position to be talking like that. She was smaller and maybe a little more better at fighting than him.
“I’m a weapon, but I don’t have any Meister,” Ashley said, almost with a sigh. The amount of times he had to say that was gaining on him, because it wasn’t like anyone was going to pair up with a blind weapons whose only notion of ‘when things go wrong’ was to run as far away as possible, leaving everybody and everything behind him. Well, perhaps that was an over statement, because he couldn’t possibly abandon anyone. He’d be tempted to do so, and that was completely true.
Ashley tilted his head to one side as the girl requested that they should explore together. He wasn’t to sure how he felt about that, the school was huge, and the last thing he wanted was to get lost and never find his way out again. He might stumble into something he shouldn’t and other crap like that. The last time he’d ever gone down somewhere he didn’t know was when he had to deliver something to another class. That was a task in itself, being both extraordinarily frightening for the poor boy and taken him so long he’d earned a weeks worth of detention in hours, because he’d missed an entire lesson and broken a few objects.
The sympathy which they showed him here was zero, it was like they didn’t understand that his sense didn’t allow him to see. It was like echolocation, only sometimes it didn’t work so well and lead him into some weird places and, inevitably, cause him to freak out.
He smiled at her remark, so naïve, but it wasn’t a bad thing. It was a nice thing about her. She was fun to talk to and made him laugh from time to time if he actually had the energy or even bothered to, since he was become lazy in his life. He was going fewer places and was trying fewer things. It was as if he had just ran off from himself and was a ghost.
“I guess you have point, but wandering around is pretty hard for me,” Ashley said with a smile, remembering some of his misadventures. He wasn’t sure if this girl would begin to drag him around the school and get themselves lost or if she’d just ask more questions. Either or he didn’t mind, it got him thinking for once, and he wasn’t being tested the past few months. School was the same and he needed something else to talk about.
That was when she spotted his notepad. His face drained of colour, the complete opposite of what he had been doing frequently. He panicked. The last thing he wanted was shortly to be discovered by Kit. For all he knew, she’d rip the book away from him and skim through it with precision but so much speed that. He shook his head vigorously, eyelids shut.
“It’s nothing, nothing at all!” he said, skipping letters and tripping over it as if it was a wonky path filled with pot holes. The dreading colour of his skin showed another story, that Kit was most likely pick up, and if not then his troubles would deepen further.
“N-no, you don’t need anything like this,” stammering, he brought the book closer to him, a relic so sacred that no-one was ever able to look inside. Call him an anti-social, it was more like afraid of being insulted for his works that he drew comfort from, even when the point was so lacing opacity it may as well be thin air.
"It's just something, nothing really."
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Post by KAYLIN McOLSTER! on Mar 27, 2011 15:45:16 GMT -5
Kit was itching to move. She didn’t realize that to others, it looked like she was already moving. To the young meister, the movements she was making were out of her control, she didn’t even realize that it seemed jumpy or abnormal. The girl needed it, needed some type of motion to keep her sane. It was basically energy, boiling over and causing her to fidget and shift. Soon though, she would actually need to do something besides sit at this desk. If their was a teacher talking, Kit had not noticed it. In fact, she hadn’t even thought about this being a class ever since she started talking to Ashley. The thought of her being in a place with classes and work had completely left her mind. It was a building, that was for sure, but now the main objective in her mind was that it was unexplored and held a very nice man named Mr. Shaw.
The boy jumped. Seemed surprised? Kit still didn’t quite get some of the boy’s reactions, she didn’t know what he was moving from. Was there something behind her, catching his attention? Maybe a ghost! Grinning at the thought, she couldn’t help but laugh quietly to herself. A ghost running about the Academy and Mr. Shaw was scared of it? Not likely. He was a Spartan after all! And since he had never cleared up the whole Spartoi v. Sparta confusion to her, that was exactly her thought. But once again, that book caught her eye. He was a bit protective over it, or that is what some people would notice, but Kit saw it more as keep away. A game. One that she would soon be drawn into.
His smile was nice, and so was his giggling. How she enjoyed making him have fun! Thanks to her wonderful yellow sign and his glorious tallness. Grinning wildly, she looked the male over once again, mainly to try and imagine his height if he would stand. Right now, sitting, she knew he was tall. But how would he stand compared to her? Imagination!
Then he mentioned that he was a weapon, answering her question. Smiling, anyone could tell she was excited with that piece of news. Her mind raced with questions and thoughts. What was it like to be a weapon? What would it feel like while you were a weapon? Can you talk? What if you couldn’t!! Having never resonated with a weapon before, Kit couldn’t say she knew much about it. Her mind was totally at a loss of what his life could be like, even with the knowledge of his blindness lost to her. Surprisingly, instead of asking one of her random questions about his life, feelings, etc., her mind found a more humane way to react. A reaction to his sigh? Even if she hadn’t realized he had sighed in her conscious mind. “Why not?!” Though a simple question, it still could be taken harshly, especially with her joyous grin. One would almost think she was mocking, but that was far from what she was doing.
Kit couldn’t tell what the boy was thinking any longer. Not that she ever really did… but sometimes she allowed herself to believe that she knew what was going on. He was definitely thinking though, that she believed was obvious. It was hard for her to imagination that someone was just being quiet for the sake of not talking. But she was dying to leave her seat. The sensation was growing stronger and stronger, and by now she had moved again. Hands both moving to grip the bottom of the seat, her legs dangling off the chair and her feet touching the floor. Her right foot rapped repeatedly against the floor beneath her, quick and quiet. Ever since they had brought up wandering about and exploring, she kept finding her mind traveling back to it. Slowly and surely, she was becoming convinced.
Then his words hit her. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, she mostly listened. A smile on her face still, she cocked her head to the side and a flash of confusion shot through her gaze. “Wandering? It can’t be hard Mr. Shaw!” Laughing, she leaned back in her chair, lifting the legs slightly off the ground and lifting her feet off a bit as well. “You just wander! There’s no destination.” Grinning still, she leaned forward again which made the chair make a nice crack against the ground. Her legs caught any remaining momentum, keeping her still in the chair once again.
Then she noticed his face turn white. Once again, cause and reaction did not enter her mind. The fact that she had brought up the notebook didn’t seem to fit with the reason he turned white. Was there really a ghost behind her? Turning quickly, the girl looked over her shoulder. Remaining that way for a few moments, she tried to find out the reason for this behavior of his. Finding nothing, she turned back to face him and shrugged her shoulders. “I think you’re getting sick.” She said with a teasing laugh, shaking her head.
Now, Kit just stared at him a moment. A sly smile on her lips, she watched him. She was a bit dense, but to say it was nothing was a lie. The book was right there! But she waited, like she was giving him another chance. Then he said she didn’t need anything like this. It was a secret! The smile grew bigger across her face. Leaning a bit forward in her chair once again, she was preparing herself to pounce. Muscles tense, her eyes fixated on the so called, ‘nothing’ and secret. She wanted it. Keep away!!! But once again, he saved himself from her antics with his words. It’s just something, nothing really.
“If you keep secrets, they end up being your weaknesses.” Grinning like a small child, she rocked back away from him in her chair. Now she wasn’t taking it from him, or so it seemed at the moment. The impulse had passed her by, him making her thoughts return to the fact that the thing was a secret. Secrets were meant to be shared in whispers and smiles, not from stealing and pain.
“Let’s go.” Switching back to her earlier thoughts, Kit stood up. Looking at the male, she never let the happy grin leave her face. “Come on Mr. Shaw. We’re going to make you a master of wandering.” Laughing, she reached towards him with both hands, aiming for one of his hands to take in both of hers and urge him out of his seat.
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Post by fairytale on Mar 29, 2011 13:54:42 GMT -5
THEY BOYS AND GIRL IN THE CLIQUE the awful names that they stick, Ashley looked up at the girl again, well, tried to look up at her. The ‘look’ part of that was preferably an overstatement. He tried to figure out where her eyes where, trying to see if she was able to hold his gaze. He picked at the spin of the small notebook, keeping it as safe as it could be from the hands of the hyper active and curious younger girl. If she got her hands on it, all would break lose in the class, and for the first time, people would see what was inside his doodle book of mess and colour. He would make sure it would take more than her to let it all out.
He brought it closer to him, the back digging into his lower chest, eventually settling for a more defensive approached, and proceeded to cross has arms over it and plonk his head on top. He could imagine the torrent of giggles now, and to be honest it would be one he’d endure for the sake of the only thing private left in bag. He was sure that people had been scrounging around in there.
He thought to himself: could a blind man actually create good art? Mozart did it, but then again he was a pianist. The vibrations helped him to form a tune and what did he have for guidance other than an alright memory and ability to sense colour? He let out a sigh and shut his eyes for just a moment, before Kit bolted up and seemed to pull on a Cheshire cat grin. Ashley tilted his head to one side, before Kit went for one hand. At the sudden touch, a bolt seemed to run up his back and his face burned as he blushed. The proportion of his hand to hers was astounding: it was like a one penny and a pound.
Even though his fingers took up most of his hand, he could easily hold both of hers with one.
Ashley could feel his face burn up, his eyes wide with surprised shock. He looked in her direction, as her hands grasped onto his. Her skin was a close match to his, but out of the two he was much more paler, obviously not spending to much time in the sun, either that or it was easy to tell he was some kind of Northern European, specifically Scandinavian. He was quite unlike many Scandinavians, who posses blonde hair a blue eyes most frequently, while he had matte black hair and paling blue eyes that seemed like the would obtain so much opacity that they’d turn white within a few years. But anyone who knew anything could tell that his iris’ would only come to dim after a long while.
Ashley had reacted in this way to her touch because -quite simply- he hadn’t been touched skin to skin by anybody in the school before. He was quite cautious when going through the school, and if anybody ever tried to nudge him in the right direction, he was usually pushed gently on the shoulders or middle back. The sudden contact had him alert instantly, and to make things worse this was a girl, and not matter what she was like, boys like him usually did the childish thing when contacted by a girl. Freeze. Preferably in horror. To Ashley it was more like sudden shock and a little bit of uncertainty.
The girl tugged on his hand, urging him to get up with her. For a few tugs he remained as still as a dead corpse, wonder if he should or if it was a bad idea to suddenly leave class without consent almost as quickly as he’d arrived. He was urged both ways by himself. Perhaps going with her was a better idea than just sitting around and writing sentences that implanted themselves of the desk because your writing arch was so extreme. He pondered, feeling like a lump of flesh with no bones whatsoever. He felt as if he might melt trough the seat if he hanged onto his withering doubt for any longer.
He let out a sigh as his cheeks began to cool ever so slowly. He lifted himself up and out of his seat, placing a firm hand on his book, determined for no-one to see it as long as he allowed. Only the closest of closest people could ever take even a snippet of a peak from the book. Even so, they knew more about what was in their than he did. That idea sometimes made him laugh or cry, his blindness was both a gift and a curse. The darkness didn’t effect him, and he couldn’t become frightened on the appearance of anything. However, sudden touches and things blasting out from corners would always frighten him if he could hear them or sense them first. His sense didn’t go right through a wall: it went over it and beyond, so long as it was within his ten meter range of one hundred and sixty degrees in front, three meter range of eighty degrees behind. He did, however, have to blind spots on his right and left: a major weak spot in his ability and his body, one power charge could break perhaps every rib on either side. He was just starting to adapt to that weakness, since the position of his eyes didn’t change the angle of the sense.
“Uh, okay… where are we going?” he asked, his voice a little shaky from the contact. His skinny fingers wrapped lightly around the smaller girls. He wondered what he looked like against her. A monster? Goliath? Perhaps it looked normal? Maybe not. He tried not to think about that, it was pointless. And it was something he wouldn’t ever know unless he ever got his sight back, which would be a definite no-go, since science wasn’t something that worked miracles, but it definitely tried to discover them. It coast a damn fortune, though.
“If we are skipping class, we may want to sign out… or… perhaps we could wait till the end of lesson?” Ashley scratched the back of his head, fluffing and fiddling about with his thick locks in a mild sense of apprehension.
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Post by KAYLIN McOLSTER! on Apr 3, 2011 1:05:12 GMT -5
The male was picking at his notebook again, bringing it to her attention whether he knew it or not. The secret, it bothered her. Not in a way that would anger her or cause any resentment towards him, but more of a sort of curious tick. Kit wanted to know what that notebook contained, why she couldn’t see it, and why it was such a huge mystery. He basically held it against himself, like he was trying to mold it into his flesh and away from the peering eyes of others. A bit of a twitch ran through the young girl, her hands tensing slightly even while making contact with him. Eyes focused on the book, a faint curious smile could still be located on her lips. She wanted it. Like an animal that can not resist its dinner, the notebook just kept tempting her.
“You know it’s your weakness.” It was a faint realization to the young woman, although having been implied by her earlier statement. By now, she was looking straight at the young Shaw, her eyes on his. She still did not take account of his blindness, but was thinking more on the secret of the book. He held it so close to himself, away from others. It was a danger to him, and she was half tempted to take it just to try and cure it. But that would be no fun. In time, she would find a way to help them laugh through this weakness. Right now… Mr. Shaw was too stressed over it.
The fact that his face was red and that the man was frozen was also lost to her. Funny… some things she picked up easily, and others not so much. The tight grasp on the notebook, the way he had turned white earlier at the mention of it, she had noticed these. But the fact that he was red, was not budging, and was blind was lost to her. All important in their own way, but lacking in Kit’s observations at the moment.
It did not take Kaylin long to notice he was not moving though. After a few tugs on his hand, it was quite obvious that he wasn’t quite as ready as her to move. Insistent and stubborn, Kit was going to get him to come. This was a game of tug of war, and she would win! A grin slowly forming across her face, she kept a firm grip on (what she considered) her friend. They just needed out of this classroom, to start roaming! He needed it, Kit thought that. Ashley needed to break himself of his more solitary habits. Or… that’s what she considered them. He had sat there, not smiled at her sign, it was a precious gift when he did laugh or smile, and he was refusing to go on this adventure with her from fear of getting lost! That silly pickle.
Then… He was up! Exciting beyond belief, her grip on the male tightened a bit. Not painfully, but she just could not contain her utter joy. Mr. Shaw was coming with her! Words pouring quietly from his mouth, she found that he was still dwelling on the where. Where were they going? Heck if she knew! He was lucky she found this room! This labyrinth was theirs to explore, and explore it they would! Even if it was light, the male’s hand seemed to wrap around hers as well. It went unnoticed, but if it hadn’t it would have sent her over the edge with glee. “Wandering silly Mr. Shaw! That means we don’t know!” Giggling as she spoke, she started pulling him to the door she had entered through not too long ago. The one that she had come in through with her wonderful yellow sign. Her attention moving just a moment, her eyes focused on her sign. A lovely little trinket. But for now, Ashley was her target of games and fun!
“Nope.” In response to him wanting to sign out or ask, she simply kept pulling him along, trying to speed up the process if she could. “You know more than me Spartan. And I wouldn’t learn anything anyway.” She almost shrugged, almost. It wasn’t worth it at the moment, she just wanted out that door and into the hallway. Their adventure needed to begin. Right. Now.
“You need me Mr. Shaw. You’re too nervous.” A simple statement, like she was telling him matter-of-factly. A grin was on her face still, one of joy. Her eyes were on the door though. Her destination and her goal.
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Post by fairytale on Apr 4, 2011 1:22:50 GMT -5
THEY BOYS AND GIRL IN THE CLIQUE the awful names that they stick, Ashley began to panic a little, the thought of wandering quite literally blind through the hallways, anticipating what might jump out at you next was something that Ashley was not to hyped up on. It was the one thing he’d rather avoid for the rest of his time here, no matter how long that may be, but running into objects and teachers rooms and girls bathrooms was more likely when he didn’t know where he was. He had stopped blushing: physical contact wasn’t something he was used to. Well, not skin to skin. Skin to fabric was alright. It wasn’t too close for comfort, and Ashley liked his comfort. It was almost like a necessity to him. To be able to stay comfortable and not be forced out of that zone.
His heart was racing as Kit lead him to the door, all the while talking in her sing-song voice that seemed to echo throughout the room in the most strangest of acoustics. It was like the were in a cave. Either that or his mind was playing games with him again. Like it was testing his awareness or something. His mind was racing with questions, wondering if he’d knock things over, break expensive objects and just cause pure havoc. These questions buzzed around him because -in school- he was synonymous to breaking things. That was probably the only thing he was certain about beside the fact that it was daylight out side and that his name was Ashley Shaw.
He pulled a face, similar to when someone eats a to sour lemon. It was there for only a brief second or two, before it vanished and he seemed to just give in, going where she wanted him to. He looked back, his sketch book was out! He felt a need to go back and put it back in his bag, he was sure that people would tear through it like no other mother. It was out of the frying pan and into the fire it seemed.
He looked back at his desk and looked like he was fit to cry, before then looking back to Kit.
“What about my book?” he asked in childish desperation, probably in vain. For all he knew, Kit probably wouldn’t hear him for some weird reason. She was probably caught up in her own little world.
Then she mentioned her not learning anything and he pulled a witty smile. He should have expected that kind of attitude from her. She was hyperactive and didn’t seem like a girl who’d pay attention to her peers even if it meant life and death. Always doing things her way. Ashley thought to himself. He didn’t have a ‘his way’. he just had the ‘do as people tell you’ way. Perhaps that was because he was making to much of a fuss about his blindness? It was a possibility. He smiled again as he confused Sparta with Spartoi. It was a weird thing she seemed to have there. Spartoi and Sparta didn’t even seem that close together, He just shrugged. She could keep things that way until she figured it our, but then he’d suffer her wrath with a smug smile and a very sarcastic compilation.
He was whipped of all he smiles and good cheer when she mentioned something he wasn’t expecting. He stopped, frozen. Dead still like a corpse.
You need me, Mr. Shaw.
He raised and eyebrow, tilting his head to one side with a heavy dose of confusion.
You’re too nervous.
He snatched his hand from hers, giving her a strange, almost insulted looked as he returned his hand to it’s original position. He looked at her like some kind of bewildered cat, and he most definitely looked bewildered. Almost like he’d feint at any minute and then she’d have to drag him all the way to the nurses office. He hated it there, so clean and empty apart from plastic bags and a phone. Well, that as all he could pick up. The smell was too clean also, and it almost made him sick sometimes. It depended on his mood, which he found was a rather unusual perk. He could get in and out of the nurses office like a yo-yo sometimes, and it certainly felt that way come specific days.
The blind boy continued to stare at Kit, the girl still smiling like a child with a hundred and one balloons. He wondered how long until she let go and became upset? He hoped it wouldn’t be him to upset her, if it was than that was needless to say a very bad move in his books. But at the moment he could be excused. It was the beginning of the week, and it was the morning. He wouldn’t be very sociable at the moment. That was probably why Kit thought he was nervous. He was just a bit taken back by the large character of Kit, and he hadn’t had the best sleep last night, so he wanted to excuse himself from various claims.
“I’m not nervous…” he said with very little comfort, "Well, I’m not nervous much.” It was obvious that he had become nervous now, he wondered what she’d do to him. Make him juggle in front of the class? Make him join a drama studio? He’d prefer that drama studio if he had a choice, juggling wasn’t and natural skill of his and he wasn’t prepared to embarrass himself in front of everyone for the sake of not being nervous.
“And what do you mean, ‘I need you’?” he asked, toppling over his questions not so successfully in his head. It was quite plausible that he wasn’t even sure what he’d just said, but an empty mind knows no boundaries, and he liked to think he had a lot of space left in his head since he didn’t have to remember what certain things looked like because other people did that for him almost 80% of the time. The other 20% is him not doing anything at all.
Word Count: 1007 Outfit: HERETagged: Kit and Open Notes: ~ Lyrics: Teenagers- My Chemical Romance |
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Post by KAYLIN McOLSTER! on Apr 23, 2011 9:12:07 GMT -5
The young meister was not paying much attention to Ashley, not in the sense that she was in tune with his emotions or hesitance. She was too hyped up. Kit had the idea to leave, to explore with this young man, and no one would hold her back. Not even him. But in all truth, she was not ignoring how he seemed to not want to go with her, the way he almost pulled back even as he let himself be dragged by her, Kit simply did not notice. Her senses only caught certain things, and right now… How Ashley was doing was not one of them.
The first thing that actually caught her attention was his words. For some reason, that always seemed to catch her ears. Not that she always heard his meaning or all of his spoken words, but at least she usually became attentive to him through his voice. Grinning still, completely and thoroughly excited to exit the room, he sidetracked her thoughts for the moment. (because that’s sooo hard) ”Your book?” She questioned, having forgotten about the book in its entirety. Taking a second or so to jog her memory, her eyes traveled back to where the two of them had been sitting. First the yellow sign caught her eye, her wet floor sign, smiling at the thought of her yellow sign, it halted her progress for a moment. But soon she looked on, her vision settling on his book. ”And people call me weird.” Her tone was teasing, she was obviously picking on him about the obsession with that book.
Taking a glance to him to watch his reaction her joking, what she found threw her off a bit. His hand was jerked from her, like she had just burned him or something. His confused look soon became mirrored by her. She was not completely concerned about what had happened… more curious and lost. She did not recall saying anything insulting, not for that reaction. So… what then? In moments, his confused look turned to hurt? And then to bewilderment. Kit did not understand.
But rather than became concerned and ask what was wrong, the girl laughed. Shaking her head and closing her eyes at the same time. Placing both of her hands behind her back, she clasped them together and leaned forward, opening her eyes once again with that movement. ”You change like the wind.” She spoke, referring to how he had been easy to convince to leave, now was pulling from her and making faces. Yet, she remained still for about three seconds and watched him. She was trying to read him, trying to observe his actions and get a meaning from them. But… this was not one of her strongest talents.
“Stay.“ One simple word, then she was off again, just one quick and fluid looking movement. She had shifted position, separating her hands from behind her and using them to help push herself off along with her feet. Kit turned from him, started back across the room. Her aim? That book. Grinning all the while, it took her a moment to get back to their seats, where they had been not too long before. Grabbing the book that he was so careful of, with her same excited and almost careless style, she headed back towards the boy. The whole ordeal hadn’t taken very long, though she had the thought in the back of her mind that this may bother him, Kit didn’t much care. His precious book in her right hand, she held it down at her side as she approached him more slowly. ”Who would get this for you if I wasn’t here?” The meister asked with a grin, holding it up somewhat as if to show off the collection of drawings that she was unaware of.
And without another moment to distract her, she grabbed for his hand again, whichever was closer to her. ”Now it’s time to go.” She said, a laugh in her voice as she wanted to move to exit. He had sidetracked her enough, he did not have good enough excuses for her. So they needed to leave. Now.
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Nice boy.