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Post by Flatline5 on Jun 30, 2007 18:02:21 GMT -5
Sitting there he hunched himself over a note book. Words floating out. The ink sticking onto the paper like calligriphized print. Line after line. Raising up his head he moved the light pastel baby-boy blue coloured hair out of his view more. It was beginning to obscure his view of the sheet of paper he was writing on. Then took a moment to readjust himself sitting on the fountain rim. Stretching his arms back and his chest forward to releive the pain that came from sitting in a bad hunched over posture. Then stretched up till he heard his arms pop a little and he lowered his arms back down, sitting again he shook the unbuttoned sleeves back down on his white collared shirt he wore. His pants were faded out blue jeans that had barely more then a few frays at the bottom, no holes, very well kept. When he leaned back over his work, his poetry the black stringed necklace with a coyote tooth on it fell out of his shirt which wasn't totally buttoned up to the top; he left the top 3 buttons undone. Quickly his hand grabbed at the tooth and he tucked it back into his shirt behind the brownbead necklace that rested perfectly around his neck base. Curse this, you take one simple stretch and then you have to readjust everything. Shaking the thought and discrations away he pushed his hair out of his face again. Re-reading over his work he thought through for another line.
Water has not A limit, nor extent. It goes as it may. Rushing in distraught patterns of orient. Rippling play. Uncontained it sought freedom. Torrent strength in fray.
Thinking over his finish he tapped the paper with impatience. It was quite aggrivating not to know where it should head next. Concentrating his mind muted all the voices around him, even his own mental voice to here the water from the fountain. A thousand words for a thousand drops fell... Words came back to him and he picked up his calligraphy pen, the only one he could find when he started to write, and the words flowed out to a finish and calm the storm of water that played itself so calm in the poem.
Alas it could not. The white caps bent crashing into rock, again, that day.
The Water, by: Relic Coleson
He finished off his work signing on his name at the bottom right next to the title of his work.
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Post by Kyna on Jun 30, 2007 18:44:28 GMT -5
Kyna yawned as her vans tapped the hard ground under her. A novel was tightly held in her grasp as well as a few sheets of blank paper and a sharp pencil. "With the lights out it's a little less dangerous. Even with a stranger never gets painless. Don't be afraid." she echoed the lyrics from The fantasy by 30 seonds to Mars. It was good to listen to some music after a long day of school. There was a pair of headphones that were pressed to her ears as she palyed the music.
Kyna let out a sigh as she found an empty table not too far away from the fountain. She placed her books down and turned up the music. Just in case if anyone wanted to talk to her, she at least wouldn't hear them. That's all she wants, peace and quit even in a public place like where she was at. The sound started to scream in her ears as she grabbed the novel from her neat pile on the table. She flip the cover and a few pages over to where she would meet her homemade bookmark. Maroon string was tied to the thick drawing paper bookmark with two black beads. On the actual paper it had doodles in red ink. It had like: I loved you or You hate me words on it, with a few drawings of a shattered heart, a despressd kitten, and even a rocked out puppy.
Her eyes started to read over the printed words in her book as she bit her bottom lip. As she became deeper and deeper into her book the msuic started to fade as well as everything around her. Her black hair fell as she leaned into her book, it hid her face to outsiders. Kyna turned to the left and brought her legs up closer to her body with her feet against the branch. Her back was hunched over as she continued.
Kyna wore a black sleeveless shirt that cuts off two inches before her belly button and a pair of ripped jeans. The buttoms, were it met her shoes, looked like thei were ripped up by sissors as the holes in her knees were made by falling down then ripped up more by hand. A ebony jacket covered her arms, hands, and back. There was a hood up her dull black hair with dim red high lights but only in the front. Her hair hid the shattered heart on the righ side of her chest. Kyna's skin was too pale for someone to live in Florida. It was that kind of vampire kind of pale or like she devoured herself in white make up. Either way, it was pale. To add to her different clothes, there was a chain dog collar around her neck. Now why would that by there? She had her own reason and it was also her own, what other people might say, image.
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Post by Flatline5 on Jun 30, 2007 20:17:54 GMT -5
Looking over his work Relic put away his pen deciding he had no more poetic urge at the moment. Sitting more properly he looked over at everyone who was here. All the noises coming back louder. Like someone had taken off mute on a TV show which he was part of. There were different people here then before. For some reason he seemed to notice that one girl not far away. He beleived he saw her somewhere else before. Wasn't she in one of his classes? Or perhaps it was the lockers? Maybe he didn't recognized her at all. About to get his book which he had to place beside him a group of tougher, larger built, taller guys came up. One of them, the tallest one, slapped him off the side of his face. "Hey there. You looking at your girlfriend?" A nasty tone was in his voice. The second of them grabbed the book as the thirdwho stood closely beside the second one started to laugh. "Yo, guy, I don't even think he could even get a girl like that! He's too whimpy. Even for a stupid emo." This caused all of them to laugh. Trying to keep calm Relic stood up holding his weight looking up a bit but not speaking a word. Holding his book the second said to add to the remarks, "Oh look. He's gonna run off or try fighting us! Kid, you're a dressy whimp, you can't even speak!" And poked his forhead. Of course, there was nothing really 'dressy' about his outfit at all. It was just properly fitting and nice. Memories of his practises and how his eldest brother's friends would act came to him. Then they said they were going to read his poems. And he finally spoke loosing his cool. "Just give me back my book." He said supressing anger. They only laughed more starting to open his book. "Give me back my book now." He said more impatiently. Would they listen? No. They just laughed at him more and continued about to read the poem stanced to sing it out to the girl who he was trying to figure out where he'd possibly seen her from. Relic infuriatedly went to kick the guy with the book in his gut stepping up close. He knew his tactics should surely work. The guy arched his stomach out of the way and bent his head and back down with the book to catch his foot. Moving with fast reflex he pulled his foot back to be close to touching his butt sideways still up in the air. His fingers linked together and with both palms brought them down hard on his head and then just started pushing him down while kicking his side, the kidneys, repeatedly. The guy went down. Trying to grab his book leaning over he was attacked by the other two who he'd shocked. Getting up on the fountain rim his was nearly caught and nearly fell in. But went to grab for a pressure point by the neck on one of the two. His arms grabbed by both he pulled one arm to the side and with his head so close to a guy he butted heads and them pushed his throat with his elbow. The last one twisted his arm which caused Relic to yelp and groan in pain. The guy proceeded to move and with just a touch on the back he made a louder sound of pain. Theis turned to fury which he wasn't prone to show, but this was his back. His hand balled up and punch him a few times before he grabbed the collar bone pressure point to bring the guy down. But the second was starting to get back up. He did want to fight. And he was busy with this one. Trying to put him down further. He could truly harm a guy, he'd get in so much trouble, though he could. A brawl, perfect...
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Post by Kyna on Jun 30, 2007 20:38:33 GMT -5
All of the noise started to catch Kyna's attention. Her gaze moved away from her book to see three guys against one. Well, that wasn't fair. She placed her bookmark away and placed it down with the rest of the stuff. Her body to moved to where her feet would touch the hard ground again, she pulled her headphones down then turned off her iPod. "Poor kid.." she thought then questioned a decision in her mind. Should she help him.. or should she not?
She decided and placed her ipod down and stood up. Kyna stepped over to the men and stood there for a while. "Hey." she spoke up a bit but placed her left foot behind her just in case if she would have to make a run for it, "Leave him alone." her voice didn't have much courage in it nor did she show it. Her thoughts screamed at her, "What were you thinking!! You've lost it now!!" Now she wished she would have just got someone else to help him or didn't pay attention at all. No, she would have never been able to read with the groans and yelps from the guys.
Her eyes studied the tougher guys to see if there was any visible weakness. Like maybe a bruise or a cut to reopen. Anything would be good just encase if they dropped the kid and decided she would be better to beat up. If they did, it would really mess her up. More than usual actually. The thought of her past pains made her skin crawl and any of the courage she showed suddenly disappeared. Three men in a group who beat up other people. Three men. her heart started to race as she took a few steps back.
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Post by Flatline5 on Jul 1, 2007 12:35:21 GMT -5
The guy who was beginning to get up said, "Heh, you little punk. Maybe I should beat up on your little girlfriend." He rubbed his neck threatening to go for this girl who tried to stop this. A look of absolute cruelty and evil in his eyes. And reached out to grab hold of her.
Relic's jaded green eyes flashed opened wide. Forcing himself to speak again he said, "Don't you bring her into this!" If he got hurt in a fight that didn't matter. All it meant was he was too weak and had to practise more. He didn't even like fighting. He wouldn't let someone he didn't even know get hurt. In need to make sure this girl who really didn't look like much of a fighting aid to get in trouble. Wasn't it bad enough they were accusing him of having a crush on her or was her boyfriend?! Anger coursing to him he breathed out completely giving a calm look to his facial expression. The guy who's pressure point he was pressing he pressed down harder and the guy made the pain heard. When he we down he stepped a foot on his chest to keep him down. And grabbed the other guy's arms twisting them behind his back. Speaking with more bravery and fiercness he threatened, "I told you, to give me back my book. I told you to leave her be. Now, do it!" His voice was resembling his eldest brother, Blair's words quite a bit. A threat he'd seen many times... It was disgusting. Blair even broke his other brother's wrist when he was only 7. "My book..." He felt himself distractedly look over to the book in the hand of the first just he hit out. But he couldn't grab the book now. Loosing sight of what he was doing he kicked the guy in the center of his spine. Then heard a soulder bone crack. Suddenly fear was in his graceful eyes and he looked through his light coloured hair that had gotten into his face. The guy screamed in pain, Relic had to get out of here! He'd just popped out the guy's arm socket! Without even a second chance to grab the book he had to run getting far away as possible. What the hell had he done!?! He was taught never to use his strength like that. What if he went further?.. He could have killed him.. When he'd found a spot to hide around to the back of the school he took a breather. The school would find out soon. But his black leather book of poetry was left behind. He wouldn't be able to sttand the humility of the school knowing what he wrote in that book. Being caught was negative attention. Perhaps he could get away saying it wasn't him... He had no defence to his side though.
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Post by Kyna on Jul 1, 2007 13:19:39 GMT -5
The look in the guy's eyes almost had her scream. Her fear glued her feet down to the ground when she wanted to run away, far, far away. To a place where she can lock herself in and sit alone in silence so she can scream without someone to hear her, and even the search for something to hurt herself with to wake her up.
After the crackle noise she started to turn back to reality, she could run. Kyna stepped back as she watched the blue heaied guy beat up all the rest. Then an idea poped up. "He's strong.. really strong. And he cared about me, not much.. but enough." she thought then watched him dash away. Her gaze moved over to the three men on the ground, by the way they look it make her feel a little bit better. They couldn't go after her, not today, or maybe not even in a month if she was lucky.
She sighed of relief then noticed a book on the round. His book, Kyna thought then tipped toed over to it. She bent over then quickly snatched the book away and dashed off to her own junk. She slipped her iPod into her jacket pocket and the headphones around her neck, the rest, like her books and paper, was crushed in her arms. Then the girl dashed off to the direction the 'hero' vanished to. She glanced around a made a few turns before she found him.
Kyna slightly smiled as she stepped over to Relic then grabbed his book to hand it back to him. "Um, I, uh,... believe this yours." she spoke shyly with a soft tone. Her hand shook a bit as the book was still in her grasp. Since he wouldn't let them hurt her, at least she could do was to return his book.
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Post by Flatline5 on Jul 1, 2007 14:49:58 GMT -5
Relic was just relaxing against the brick wall when he heard someone speak to him. Looking up to her a shocked, yet still blank look came on his face. It was that girl again. She was giving him his book? Had she gone so far as to search him out to give him back the stolen book? Relic's hand reached out and took the book from her. He was kinda tired. As he spoke he looked quickly to glance up at her eyes and then back to his book. A corner of the leather was pretty scratched up and he cringed at it. Putting it into his side bag. Fixing his sleeves and shirt again he said in a delicately mysterious voice, "Thank you." He brushed the shadowed hair out of his face looking into the general direction of where he came from. Was he supposed to say something else? He had a hell of a vocabulary. Just the problem was, interaction. He couldn't do that well at all. It was worse to the fact that he wanted to befriend humans, he wanted to understand them, he wanted to communicate with them. No matter how hard he tried thought he struggled. To Relic, Blair Coleson was a mystery, if he couldn't understand family then how could he ever understand classmates?
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Post by Kyna on Jul 1, 2007 16:01:55 GMT -5
She nodded slightly then gazed down at her feet. The silence took in and made it feel a bit awkward to her. Alright, he has his book back, now what? She rethought about how strong he was. Maybe if she befriended him, he would protect her, and maybe something even better, comfort her. But that was only to close friendships, right? She could take the time to do it and maybe this could really do something to her. She could really smile again. Then the thought about the other guys thought she was his girlfriend. That thought turned into hurt. Was she really that ugly? Is it so bad that if they were her boyfriend it would be like kissing some zombie that popped up from the ground? Kyna started to look hurt and her eyes gave that glassy look like she was about to cry.
She took a deep breath and gazed at him as she spoke, "I'm.. I'm-" her voice was cracked a bit, "Kyna." she told him softly then folded her hands into fists. "I.. I'm sorry," she paused to take a breath, "that I couldn't help.. much." Kyna held in her breath so she could finish, "It's.. just that.. groups of men.. scare me.. but it l-look like you needed some help." her voice was really cracked that time. She just wanted to drop her stuff and run off. Of course if wasn't just that fact that she thought she looked ugly, it was also because she could have gotten beat up again and the group of men, they could have done more damage then they realized. Part of it was already showing.
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Post by Flatline5 on Jul 2, 2007 0:10:23 GMT -5
"I'm Relic.." What a goofy name. Why did his mother have to give him an odd name? In someways the name almost fit him as well as his hair colour matched with his herbgreen eyees. Relic, though not good with human interaction through speech, saw body language bright and clear. After looking over her very different style from his he came back to her eyes. They looked like the water itself. Just like his poem.. The cracking of her voice couldn't just be shyness. No, it was hurt and pain. Hurt was the wound to the heart, pain was something that you mind felt. The two worked closely. This Kyna was so weak and crumbly, contrare to her appearance. Who said you must do as your appearance states though? He looked nothing of the type to exhibit his mastery and strength of fight skills as he had earlier. In his ears the crack continued to ring. His heart beat fast in fear, his expression was tranquil and calm, deceiving. Hesitantly he resorted to what he'd seen the other brother of his, Dev do, considering Dev was a sensitive guy like their dad. Gently, swiftly, but hesitantly at first he pulled her into a soft hug. He hoped what he was doing was all right. He was no more comfortable with speaking than he was body contact uderstanding. Something about her said she needed condolance. And Relic was one who enjoyed tranquillity and seeing clear. "Don't cry Kyna." He said in a soft voice bringing his hand to stroke her hair. The voice that came from him was confident, gentle, soft, and calm; weird enough he could speak like that. It was barely more than a whisper of wind. But his touch was delicately feminine, not harsh and brute.
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Post by Kyna on Jul 2, 2007 0:27:10 GMT -5
Kyna closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Her arms squeezed her books as she kept herself close. He was warm and gentle, you can't find that in guys anymore. "I'- I'm.. s-s-sorryy.." she sniffed as a few tears rolled down her checks. "I..-I j-just coouldn-'t help my-self." she told him though she had to pause a few times since she started to stop her breath. Her stomach sucked in until you could feel her bones and she held her breath but tired to take in quick gasps of air.
This wasn't like her to cry in public. Only in a dark corner or on her bed with a pillow in her arms. She breaks easily. If only she could wear a warning sign to warn people that she is emotional. That the tiniest things would make her shatter into pieces. But sometimes that would be a bad thing, her only mask is her hair and the pale skin.
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Post by Flatline5 on Jul 2, 2007 0:59:43 GMT -5
Relic cringed a little. He had to comfort her. Restore balance in his world, and hers. But that was no easy task from how this seemed. It felt like she hadn't a shoulder to cry on for a long time. Even he knew how important that was, even to know there was someone out there who could do that for you. His delicate hand stroked her hair still as he sushed softly. By her reactions he knew it was probably best to continue what he was doing. Why must he have the sensitive boy character within him. How was it such a part of him could exist when he had enough trouble speaking? Years of seeing people cry, people being there, himself crying.. Now he'd be there. Total stranger? Yes, perhaps she'd just forget everything in the end. Or he could simply avoid every time she mentioned this. "Its alright.. I'm used to it." He tried mre to soothe her. It was a bit of a lie because well he wasn't really 100% with this on the inside but it had happened enough, girls running into him crying.. He was kinda used to it. With the mysterious, fragile innocence he carried with him he couldn't exactly blame girls. He died his hair into a pastel baby-boy blue and has a feminine build; he had the comforting run to his prettiness look. Not the tough skillful person he trained himself to be. Suppose anything was better than being ugly was it not? Besides, it wasn't like the entire population of girls and guys swamped you. They just came like once or twice every week or so. Infact, it didn't even bother him anymore what the person looked like and what their gender was. He just accepted, until they tried bear hugging him and he'd push them away forcefully and leave them crying alone.. It was not fun doing that but he didn't want anyone to know of his back problems.
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Post by Kyna on Jul 2, 2007 1:10:52 GMT -5
Her stomach let out then sucked in, and repeated. She closed her eyes tightly and held her breath. Her father told Kyna to do it when she cried, to get over it. Her thoughts ran into something different. "He's use to this." she echoed in her mind, "I better stop. Just in case if I made a scene or something." Kyna started to breath again but it was deep breaths to calm herself. Her grip loosen as the tears stopped. She slightly pulled away and continued to breathe as the deep breaths started to get shorter to more normal breaths.
She pushed all of her stuff to her left arm as the right sleeve wiped the wetness off her face and eyes, then pushed her hair slightly back. Face was redder with the red eyes the people get when they're hurt. "Thank.. you, Relic." she told him softly then sniffled.
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Post by Flatline5 on Jul 2, 2007 18:53:17 GMT -5
"Its not good to hold in your emotions.." He muttered back not much concern in his voice. His voice seemed far. The 'thank you" seemed like very little to him. He was thanked all the time. Serving people all the time, especially back in Japan. He was a servent there, truly. Perhaps thats why America didn't shock him away too much, but the customs he had to relearn felt so weird. He still lived like he was in Japan. He liked it there much better, only if his family was there too it'd be perfect. "What am I going to do?.. Maybe saying it wasn't me would work. This girl doesn't say much so far, so she wouldn't say anything against me, would she. I'm too weak looking for them to beleive such a thing. So I won't have to pay, but stay and do some service probably..." Relic's mind organized oout his escape route. The Coleson family or the Endo family couldn't be bothered anymore by the children getting in trouble. They always worried about him, how could he disappoint them and get them angry for worrying more about his back again. Just thinking about his back his brows furrowed. Occupying his mind he unconsciously fixed his sleeves yet again. Bad habit it was keeping himself looking good all day long. He might aswell wear a suit to school so he would mess up his shirts and have to iron them. Thia Kyna girl seemed alright now, she cried and was getting better even with bloodshot eyes. Relic suspected she'd be here for a while or further away from the general public including him for now, atleast until her eyes cleared up. And it didn't look like she'd been crying. Right now it was blatantly obvious.
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Post by Kyna on Jul 2, 2007 20:56:04 GMT -5
"I.. I know." she agreed then sighed. Kyna realized how she would attract attention if she left and some one would ask if there was something wrong. She wouldn't be able to answer and might run off, it could just make things worse. Her sleeve rubbed against her eyes after she blinked a few times. She sniffed then returned half the weight of her stuff in her right hand. Kyna stood there in silence then tried to get the awkward moment off of her mind. She began to ponder.
"Relic: Strong, caring, comforting, gentle, different." she thought about him, then continued, "I should repay him so how, many cook.. no, it'll be a live and might eat him." she sighed, "How about.. I can draw him something.. no, he might not like my style or won't like it at all for that matter.. Maybe I should just ask him. It will get rid of the silence.. " Kyna decided then took in a deep breath. "Uh, um, Relic.." she paused and gazed away, "How.. how can I repay you? For the, um, comforting, and, um, saving." she asked then hid her face in her hair in hopes that he wouldn't see her face.
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Post by Flatline5 on Jul 3, 2007 15:21:09 GMT -5
"She wants to repay me? Why? It wasn't all that much. I barely did a thing." His dumbfounded mind thought. Lack of comphrehension, he despised that feel as much as a loss. Possibly more. "I don't need repayment. I did it because it was right, not because I wanted your gratitude." It was unconcious to him how that statement could have an alternate view of meaning than how he preceived it. It might seem nasty and like he was pushing her away. He pushed many people away who were just getting too close to his life but was it all that necessary for them to know so much. All he ment though in his statement really was just his unselfishness and that it wasn't really much. Human interaction featuring Relic. Not good. Shy? No. Hesitant? More or less. Doesn't know the right words? Usually. Conversation starting? Bad. Small Talk? Horrible. It would be much easier if she'd just show her face more. Right now, figuring out how she was doing was a challenge. The face, the part that showed most of your thoughts and feelings was invisible right now. Relic dropped his still not properly shut bag onto the ground. The book fell ou again but he didn't bother with it this time. So he just sat down against the wall like he was in trouble and was punishing himself. The animal like pupils of his eyes narrowed and looked down to the ground. His head leaned back against the wall, trying to keep his spine entirely straight. He should've been more careful. He could've gotten hit harder on his back. It kinda hurt right now even. Picking through his bag's front pocket he looked for some medication to stop the pain. Dull, but it still hurt. Dropping his bag back down he returned to his sitting position. "d**n.." Relic muttered under his breath quietly.
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