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Post by Alexander Octavius Hartman on Mar 23, 2013 23:40:12 GMT -6
 Alexander was nervous. He'd been at St. Helena's maybe a week, and already they were forcing him into something he didn't particularly want to do- so far in his life, that seemed to be the best method at the disposal of therapists. Talk about that thing you don't wanna talk about, feel that feeling you don't want to feel, face your fear, so on and so forth forever and ever, amen. He knew they did it for the sake of trying to fix whatever was broken inside of a person that they should need counseling in the first place, but that didn't make it any more pleasant. Yet, for the sake of his questionable sanity, the teen had agreed: he would be tutoring some kid named Isaac, to help him forge a bond with another student, help him settle in, maybe give Alexander someone to look up to, and...well, the kid also legitimately needed help with his numbers.
So, he slapped on a namebadge with Alexander printed clearly across the front, and sought out the library. He'd gotten lost, of course, intending to arrive way earlier and review the assignments he was supposed to be walking his new 'student' through, but managing to make it only slightly earlier than on-time. Making his way to a quiet corner and setting his books and folders onto the table positioned there with an unceremonious thud, he tugged out one of the chairs and flopped into it. He'd worn an extremely bright red hoodie over black skinny jeans, the former to make him stand out a bit against the dull backdrop of the library's shelving. He was hoping to get the kid's attention when he walked in so he'd then see the badge and they could forego the awkward 'areyouthepersonI'mlookingfor?' wave and uncertain staring and squinting that came with it. This was uncomfortable enough already, wasn't it? Of course, he did now risk seeming like he had trouble remembering his own name and thus required a nametag- the boy snorted quietly, finding that amusingly a little too close to home.
Scooting his chair a bit closer to the table, the teen slid out the problems list he'd been given and scanned it. They were simple enough, stuff he'd done a couple years ago. He remembered how to do most of it, and what he didn't probably wouldn't be terribly hard to puzzle out. He wondered if maybe Isaac was bad with all math or just algebra- or if he was one of those ridiculous people who didn't care about his grades at all and maybe that was why they plummeted- Alexander honestly hoped not, because he wasn't sure he'd manage to have anything nice to say and this would just get more awkward. It wasn't like he was just gonna do the dude's homework, and he couldn't stand slackers in the first place. He heard steps just then, looking up to see if they were coming his way.
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Notes;;Sorry my first post is such utter crap, firsts are always so awkward for me! I'll get used to his character soon, promise.
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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Mar 25, 2013 10:50:24 GMT -6
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But I really need you near me
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outfit is here. ick. sorry about the bad word count. "Better than I know myself..." Izzy sang softly as he sat on his bed, using his first aid kit to work on cleaning the multitude of cuts that littered the top of his thigh. There was hardly a place that did not hold a new cut or an old scar. Issac was not sure what he thought of those places as his fingers brushed against the unmarred skin. He knew his counselor would not be happy; but, he always felt better afterward, like all the tensions from the day just... melted away. Isa had gotten a little carried away that afternoon, however, and would need to put a large gauze bandage on before putting his white jeans back on. Rule one of keeping things hidden was not changing your clothes in the middle of the day unless it was to comfy clothes and you had no plans of leaving your dorm room. Then, there were no questions. If he had changed between the short time he was in classes and when he was supposed to meet someone new for a tutoring session, it would send a red flag in someone's direction; and, Iz did not want that. He was fine, thank you very much. Once the cuts were cleaned and bandaged, Izzy stepped back into the white jeans he had worn that day and fastened them in place. He smoothed out the front of his top, though it had a slight wrinkled look to it anyway, before taking his first aid kit back to its hiding spot. Izzy really did not want to do this. He did not. He was not sure who had thought this would be a good idea, but it would not be. He wished Markos was there. He would have at least talked Izzy up to be able to go, and would have been there for any fallout afterward. But Markos had gone home, and Isa was once again alone at St. Helena's. Brushing his hand over the top of Teddy's head, Issac walked over to his desk, so that he could gather the things he would need for the tutoring session. He knew he was not the best in math; but was this really necessary?
He knew his grade would reflect if he did not show up to the session, and he had no doubt whoever they had gotten to tutor him would be one of those people to tell on him if he didn't show up. So, Izzy took a deep breath, trying to steel himself against the entire thing, and picked up the books before leaving the dorm, locking the room behind him. Issac counted his steps as he walked, making himself breathe with each one. In. Out. Slowly and steady. It worked to keep him calm, and by the time he had gotten to the library, he felt no edge of panic, no tightening in his chest that would lead to him not being able to breathe, no phantom pains. Izzy continued to focus on his breathing as he started to look around the library for the person who was supposed to help him. Isa found the boy a few moments later, or he was pretty sure he had. The other teen had looked up at his approach, and he was wearing a name tag that read the name of the person he was meeting. So, that was a big sign that he was in the right place. Izzy managed a weak smile as he sat down across and one seat over from the seat that Alexander was occupying. The one directly in front of him would have been much too close for comfort. "U-uhm, hi," he said in his ever-soft voice, idly tapping his fingers on his algebra textbook. "I'm Izzy." Isa let out a heavy breath, actually surprised he managed a few words without stuttering with how nervous he was. Izzy was not sure what to do after that. He had never really had a tutoring session before. Well, there was one, for German the year before but that had been a bit different. At least, he had felt like it was different. Math was something he really had no idea on. German he had a better handle of. He just needed a few tweaks here and there.
If I wanted to leave I would have left by now
But you're the only one that knows me better than I know myself [/style][/style] |
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Post by Alexander Octavius Hartman on Mar 25, 2013 13:19:07 GMT -6
Alexander watched as the boy sat down, eyes travelling his form and assessing. He was pretty; like feminine pretty. Oddly, that particular trait had begun to leave a bitter taste in his mouth, where before it had never bothered him in people. There was suspicion on his behalf that this partially at the fault of his current roomate- Vital was gorgeous, much more appealing to the eye than most of the girls the freshman had even met. Too bad he was a psycho bitch from Hell.
He allowed those thoughts to derail, and concentrated on being semi-thankful that Izzy had decided to sit a little further away from him than was actually necessary. It wasn't like Alexander had some huge aversion to people; he was actually on the friendly side. But meeting new people was awkward and he'd found it doubly so around here. He never knew how to treat anybody or what their problem was or anything like that, so he didn't know how to handle them. It always felt like he was about two seconds away from some gigantic catastrophe, which would inevitably be entirely his fault. And it wasn't like he could just ask them how he was supposed to act in their presence- frankly, he found it rude. Being that Alexander was not personally very open about his own issues just yet- he was still getting used to the fact that there was something actually wrong with him other than a faulty memory- he didn't suppose broaching the topic was all that good an idea with another person anyway.
"Alexander," he gave his name in turn, voice low so as not to invoke the ire of the librarian- or scare off the teen across the table, who looked to be two second away from bolting as it was. In a gesture of polite friendliness he reached a hand across the table to shake, before faltering and immediately pulling it back, "Er, Sorry. I mean, I don't know if you like to be touched. Uhm. By people. Personal space and stuff." his sentence seemed to fall apart and chop itself into unsightly pieces as it fell from his mouth, trying to amend the original statement. He decided to stop, using the hand he'd pull back to scrub over his face for a moment in exasperation.
"I just don't know how to conduct myself here, sorry," Alexander gave a twitchy flash of braces in attempt to diffuse the situation with a smile. He was sure it was even less convincing to Izzy, but continued anyway, "Not to be offensive or anything, but do you have any. Uh, like, ground rules, before we start? I mean, I don't want to...I don't know, be a trigger, I guess." Alexander really, really didn't want to be here. He was screwing it up already.
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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Mar 25, 2013 21:38:15 GMT -6
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But I really need you near me
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outfit is here. less words this time. Issac's immediate reaction when there was suddenly a hand thrust toward him was to flinch back with a soft gasp, tensing in his chair all while waiting for an impact that never came with his eyes squeezed shut. After a moment, he let out the breath he was holding and opened his eyes, seeing the other teen withdrawing once again with an apology. "Er, Sorry. I mean, I don't know if you like to be touched. Uhm. By people. Personal space and stuff." Izzy managed a small smile at the boy's apology. It seemed sincere enough and Izzy brushed his hair out of his eyes, sitting up a little straighter as he silently talked himself back to a normal breathing rate. "I-it's o-okay," Izzy replied softly, absently wetting his lips. "I-I just... I don't like... touching. You're... y-you're fine. You didn't kn-know." Izzy frowned a little at how difficult it was for him to just get that much out. He did not want the other teen to be so harsh on himself. It was not Alexander's fault that he was a little ball of nervous fear. There was not much that did not scare Izzy, after all. He smiled softly at the fact that Alexander was trying hard to make him feel comfortable with the whole situation. That in itself made Isa relax a little bit more. He was nowhere near being actually relaxed, but it was difficult to get him to relax anywhere that was not his dorm. "Th-thank you for... for asking. Most... most people wouldn't. I'm... 'm sorry. I-I'm... I don't... I d-don't do the whole... meeting new people th-thing well." Izzy shook his head a little. He wished he was better at the whole thing and that he could get a hold on his damn stuttering. It made him sound even more ridiculous. Izzy rested one of his hands on his left thigh, pressing hard against it with the heel of his hand. The pain from it drew part of Isa's attention enough for him to get a better handle on himself and he let out a shaky breath. "As long as... as you j-just... stay th-there, we're fine." It wasn't the clearest he had ever spoken, but it was better than the halting stuttering mess from a few moments before. He kept the pressure on his leg, enough to focus his attention on that some instead of letting himself dwell on the fact he was in a spot with someone new, doing something he had never really done before. He then took a moment to take off the jacket he was wearing, because it felt much too hot there in the library for it. Then, his hand went back to the top of his leg while the other went to the table. Isa flicked his hair out of his eyes before saying, "I-I'm really no good a-at this whole... math th-thing either. I was f-fine until they added letters." Izzy wondered if it would be easier to ask to do their next tutoring session in his dorm. He would feel a million times more comfortable there; but, he was not sure if Alexander would, then. After all, they did not really know one another, and Izzy had no idea what the other teen's problems were.
If I wanted to leave I would have left by now
But you're the only one that knows me better than I know myself [/style][/style] |
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Post by Alexander Octavius Hartman on Mar 25, 2013 22:35:50 GMT -6
Alexander waited patiently as Izzy struggled through his sentence, wondering in the back of his head if the stutter was consistent or if it was from his current anxiety. He sure hoped it wasn't because of him, but also kind of prayed it wasn't this bad all of the time, figuring that must be really frustrating for the poor kid. As the feminine boy managed to reach a definite end-statement, the younger teen nodded enthusiastically. He made a show of slipping his hands under the desk to grip the edges of his chair, as though that were a permanent decision which would anchor him there for the rest of forever- honestly, he was just trying to lighten the mood. He hated being nervous, but he hated other people being nervous more than he hated being nervous. Because it made him more nervous. That was too much anxiety swelling up in one place at one time- what if they synced up and exploded or something? Could that happen? He felt like that could happen around here.
"It's okay, I'm not great with people either. Actually, I really suck at this sort of thing- I'm wearing a nametag for chrissakes," he rolled his eyes at his own awkward actions, although he honestly had put some thought into the idea. He'd contemplated wearing a nametag all the time as he stood in line to buy the package, just to give people a headsup to who he was at the time- but doubted any of the others would follow suit, and aside that it would require explaining of the changing name. The freshman vaguely wondered what Izzy would do if it was this bad just meeting him the first time, if he had to meet him several times over. He didn't anticipate any ridiculous events that would cause Alex to force him down for a long enough period that the other personality would have to actually commandeer a tutoring session; nobody could really plan out when trauma would occur, however, so he just hoped it wouldn't be an issue. For his part, Xander probably wouldn't even show up. And Andy...well, he doubted someone as shy-seeming as Izzy would invoke that sort of reaction.
"That's where most people get lost, don't worry," he tried to seem pleasant and assuring, though his posture wasn't exactly the epitome of confidence. He was hunched so as to keep his fingers tightened around the edges of his chair, and his right leg was bouncing up and down in a customary fidget of his, which made the rest of his body seem to twitch in rhythm. That was the problem with his artistic side, Alexander thought. He tended to doodle on any available surface, which kept his hands busy and steadied his thought process. If his hands weren't occupied, though,the boy just got all jittery. It was a mess. In spite of his apparent lack of viability on the matter, he continued, "Math is the one thing I'm actually pretty decent at. But I guess it's probably awkward for them to assign a freshman to teach you...I'm not sure what they really want me to do right now anyway. The year's barely started- do you even have homework yet?"
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Post by Izzy Lucas Steel on Mar 31, 2013 10:37:09 GMT -6
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But I really need you near me
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outfit is here. less words this time. He smiled softly when Alexander made a show of hanging onto the sides of his chair. It was nice to know that the guy was not going to scoff or make fun of him, like Isa often expected everyone to do. Izzy knew that not everyone was his family; but, for a long time, that was all he really knew. Even at school, he ha never really had too many friends, if any at all. He had been to small, too quiet, too studious, too girly. The last was always the biggest issue most people seemed to have, especially guys. His dad had always told him that the way he got treated was of his own making; that he could blame no one but himself. Izzy smiled softly once again when Alexander was explaining that he was not so good with people, either. That made things a little easier, Izzy thought. Usually, it was those who were not so great with people (the ones who did not run with the popular crowd) that Isa had less problems with. However, he had been known to have problems with those people as well. "I-I might not have found y-you if you hadn't," Izzy replied softly with another slight smile, shifting in his seat and ignoring the way the jeans he wore rubbed at the bandaging on his leg. That was annoying; but, something he should have been used to as it was not an uncommon occurance. He listened as Alexander explained that math was one of his strong suits. Isa only wished that he could say the same. He would have no use for a tutor, then. Alexander was nice enough; but, Isa really still did not like having to meet someone new, and in that situation, he was having to meet someone new. He did not like that at all. Maybe if he were to have met Alexander on his own time instead of forced like that, he would not have been as nervous. Unless it was because they had bumped into each other. That always made Isa nervous, as he expected the person he ran into to want to hit him. that was not uncommon. The only other person he even sort of talked to was Tyler, and that was mostly in classes. The first time they really talked more than a slight greeting in class was an evening they had both broken into Mr. Jester's classroom to make use of the piano in there. It was not uncommon for Izzy to do that, and from the comments that Alaric was known to make, Iz was pretty sure that his teacher knew and did not do anything about it. Isa was not sure if that was a good or bad thing.
"We, uhm... we've got... w-worksheets to go th-through," Izzy answered. The first day of class had not been too difficult, but they had been given a worksheet that went through a lot of the basic equations, and Izzy had only been able to get through a very small fraction of them in class. That was when the teacher had thought he might benefit from a tutor early on before his grade had a chance to reflect. It was a nice enough sentiment. Izzy just did not want it. He wanted to be back in his room, curled up on his bed with Teddy, maybe watching more of this television show he had gotten in to about the supernatural and people that went after them. It was pretty interesting so far, despite the sad beginning. Iz only hoped it would get a little less sad with time. There were a lot of seasons for him to get through. "I-I didn't do so well w-with it." He explained that bit softly, idly pressing the heel of his hand against his injured leg once again to keep his focus more on that than his nerves and want to freak out about everything.
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Post by Alexander Octavius Hartman on Apr 3, 2013 11:53:04 GMT -6
”I like to think you’d have figured it out,” Alexander grinned, displaying his full set of braces. There was something disarming about Izzy, which made him forget about being self-conscious for a moment. It was hard to really worry about yourself being comfortable when you could see just how uncomfortable the person across from you was, so he didn’t really think about it as his lips closed over the metal once more. ”I mean, eventually my nerdy vibes would have reached out and assaulted you from across the library. If not, I probably would have just started harassing everyone at every table until I got to someone with math laid out in front of them- we’d have to run into eachother eventually.” There he was, rambling again. It was an unfortunate habit, but in this case he felt like it might be necessary to keep things rolling- the other boy didn’t exactly seem prone to conversation. Not that they were here to chat, exactly, but it was nice to have someone to be friendly with. Alexander hadn’t yet had the opportunity to make too many friends, and he was the sort of person that liked to have a lot of them.
”Do you have the sheet with you?” the teen tilted his head slightly, looking at Izzy directly. He hadn’t seen the other boy come in with anything, but then, he hadn’t really been looking. If he hadn’t brought his things then Alexander was sure he could find the sheet somewhere in the papers they’d given to him, but it’d be helpful to see where it was that he was getting stuck. He’d also probably need Isa’s notes- if he took notes. God, he hoped he took notes, he knew how he had been taught to do these things, but not how the teacher wanted the other boy to. In the middle of his contemplation, Alexander had the stroke of genius to rip a piece of paper out of his note book and scribble his IM screename and phone-number onto it, ”This’s my contact information, by the way. I don’t know if you text or call or whatever, but I almost always have my phone on me if you have any questions about homework or anything on a day we’re not supposed to meet, or if you need to cancel on me for whatever reason. If you do need something and we can’t meet up, though, it’ll probably be easiest to do it over the computer anyway, so if you don’t have an IM I’d get one.”
Alexander delicately pushed the piece of paper across the table, retracting his hand immediately so that he wouldn’t be invading whatever ridiculous amount of personal space Izzy had around him. Shit, he was probably gonna have to like, stand over him at some point and help him with stuff. It wasn’t like he could watch his mathematic process from across the table. Well, maybe he could try- if it got too difficult to decipher things he’d probably just straight up tell Issac that he was going to take up a mission as a Personal-Space-Invader and that the older boy would probably need to just deal with it if he wanted a decent grade. He wouldn’t put it that harshly, of course; but it’d probably come off that way to someone so timid.
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