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Post by Kaelan Layne Parker on Mar 25, 2013 23:18:03 GMT -6
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word count: 0546 notes: ohai. the next will be better. [/style] [/td] [td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] [style=width: 280px; height: 150px; background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/3fm0k.jpg); margin-top: 13px;] [/style][/style][/td] [/tr][/table][/style] [style= width: 430px; height: 300px; background-color: #f5f6f8; color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]"Alright, thank you," Kaelan told the barista at the coffee shop with his thick accent that he did not even notice until those around him spoke. It was difficult for him to tell he had a different accent, as it was the one he was used to. Then he heard all the American accents around him and sometimes it startled him. That afternoon was no different. He sighed inaudibly as he took a sip of the tea (instead of coffee) that he had ordered while walking to the door. Classes were out for the day, and Kae was glad to get off of campus. It was a bright, sunny day; and, he had decided to make his way to the park. There were kids running around playing, dogs barking. It was nice. Even if he did get some odd looks from some of the parents. Did he have a sign over his head that announced he went to St. Helena's or something? Everyone seemed to know just by looking at him. Or maybe he held a defeated expression or something. He had no idea. He did not bother with a mirror too often, and that day was one of the ones he had not bothered to look. Once at the park, Kaelan made his way to one of the empty benches and sat down so that he could pull out his sketchbook. Once it was resting on his lap, Kae started to work on a sketch of the park in front of him, including the little yipping dog that ran by after a frizbee every so often. It was nice to be able to just lose himself in the drawing, forgetting all about classes, and the stupid school he was in and his want to go home. He missed his family. Hell, he missed England. Kae did not want to be in a place where they told him that he needed to take the medications he did not like. They were bad things; and, he did not want to deal with them. Nobody seemed to care what he thought, though. Kae's tongue darted out to wet his lips as he flicked his hair out of his eyes and looked up at the scenery before him; and, then he focused on his drawing again. He was so lost in what he was doing, he did not notice someone else heading his way that looked vaguely familiar until they were almost at the bench. Kaelan looked up and his brow furrowed a little for a moment before he found himself saying, "Hey, you go to St. Helena's, don't you?" The boy was younger, Kaelan believed; but, it was hard to forget the pale, skinny boy that was there at the park. Kaelan seemed to realize he had said that out loud after a moment and he looked shocked before he laughed and said, "Oh, uhm, sorry. That was... Sorry." That probably seemed a bit rude, didn't it? Maybe the boy was heading somewhere and did not appreciate being talked to. Kae really should learn to stop himself sometimes. Then again, it was not often he got the urge to say something that he could not stop. He was not overly talkative in general.
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Post by Alexander Octavius Hartman on Mar 26, 2013 14:37:09 GMT -6
 It was gorgeous outside, the sort of day you didn’t usually expect in Washington, especially with predicted rain. Alexander supposed it would let loose later, but for the moment, he concentrated in the breeze he could feel through the thin fabric of his hoodie, enjoying the feel of it mixed with the bright sunlight shining down. Truly, the boy hadn’t expected to be out and about in town any time soon. It had been about a week ago that he’d entered some sort of mini-meltdown; the memory, as they all seemed to be, was incredibly vague to him. There was a lot of blood, that much was clear in his mind’s eye. He remembered the bleeding wounds on his arms, the panic and nausea and then he was in the counselor’s office, covered in gauze and wondering where the hell his day had gone.
They had determined that the stress of his relatively new environment paired with the people who occupied it was wearing at his nerves. Whenever his edges started to fray, there always seemed to be another person waiting to pick up the slack, whether Alexander wanted them to or not- he felt so helpless in the matter. He knew he was here first, but the others just seemed so much stronger. Alex seemed to have free reign even if he didn’t tend to make use of it for anything other than what he apparently deemed he had to do for them to be safe. Then there were situations like the one which had put him in the medical wing in the first place, when he started to unravel too much for whatever reason- it could be anything, he was starting to figure out- Xander took the opportunity to exploit it and push him down.
So, Alexander was actually encouraged to spend some time off-campus; with set time limits and penalties for not checking in properly. He had to call in every half hour to assure them that things were fine, but at least he wasn’t in solitary or something. To be alone with himself was much more terrifying, he thought, because at least around other people he could be distracted from the sort of thoughts that ended up evolving into a black-out. There’d been no one to go to town with today, however, and the teen decided to wander through the decently populated park, walking along the path that seemed to weave through the entire area; he didn’t know the place well, so at least if he ended up too badly lost he could just turn and follow it back.
"Hey, you go to St. Helena's, don't you?"
There had been no attention on his part being paid to the boy on the bench; Alexander kept his eyes down, partially so as not to be blinded by the particular brightness of the sun, but also because he felt as though people were staring at him, like they knew where he’d come from. So, his head snapped up at the sound of the other teen’s voice, face the perfect picture of concern until he focused and realized it was somebody he’d seen in and out of the art rooms at school. His tense form seemed to deflate a little as Kaelan stumbled through his apology, mostly just thankful that it wasn’t some weirded-out local planning to lynch him or something.
”No! I mean, yes, I do. But no, don’t be sorry,” he offered a closed-mouth smile, hiding his braces like he usually did. Alexander wasn’t overly fond of the metal lacing his mouth up, and couldn’t wait to get the things off- even though it two years away, yet. They made him self-conscious, doubly so around new people; that is, everybody these days. He was still being encouraged to make more friends, though, and he’d never particularly minded striking up conversation with strangers so long as they initiated it- really, Kaelan had brought this down on himself. Alexander used this logic to assure himself that he wasn’t intruding so long as the other boy started it, and took a step closer to the edge of the path which brought him closer to the bench.
”Why do you ask?”
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Post by Kaelan Layne Parker on Mar 26, 2013 15:17:03 GMT -6
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word count: 0569 notes: it's a little better. [/style] [/td] [td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] [style=width: 280px; height: 150px; background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/3fm0k.jpg); margin-top: 13px;] [/style][/style][/td] [/tr][/table][/style] [style= width: 430px; height: 300px; background-color: #f5f6f8; color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]"No! I mean, yes, I do. But no, don’t be sorry." Kaelan smiled at the other boy's response. At least he had not taken offense to the question or anything. That would be bad. The last thing Kae wanted to do at the moment was to offend someone. He was so mellowed out, from the good day, to the tea, to being able to go somewhere and draw... It was all so good that Kaelan really did not want to mess it up. He absentmindedly toyed with the inside of his lip ring, nodding at the other teen's statement. "Right. Sorry for practically shouting at you," he apologized with the thick accent he never wanted to be rid of (as it was one of the few things he had from home), and a smile. The other teen may not have minded, but that did not make it any less rude that he had suddenly blurted that out like that. That could draw some negative attention to the both of them, and Kae really did not want that. He crossed his arms over his sketchbook when the other boy asked why he wanted to know, idly rocking his pencil back and forth between his index and middle fingers. "You just... you seemed familiar, which was kind of surprising considering... Well..." He looked around at the people at the park, and everyone else seemed to belong to a family, or there with a group of friends. Some were adults, but most were young children. There were very few teenagers. Kaelan looked back to the other boy and smiled with a shrug. "It's just nice to see a friendly face, is all." It really was nice to know there was at least one person there who was not going to take one look at him and judge him negatively for being a St. Helena's student.
"Oh, I'm Kaelan, by the way," he stated after a moment, flicking his currently-blond hair back out of his eyes with a smile. He felt weird talking to the other boy and not knowing his name. Kae was also not sure where on campus he had seen the other teen. Maybe they shared a class, or it was in the hallways. It very well could have been in the dorms. "Are... are you enjoying the nice weather?" Kaelan winced internally at his ridiculous question. He was actually willingly talking to someone new and he decided to ask about the weather? He was definitely lamer than a... well, he did not know what; but, it was pretty lame. He idly ruffled his hair with his free hand before dropping it back to his lap with a slightly sheepish smile. He felt like it was going to be a long day, especially if he kept on embarrassing himself like that. Kaelan cleared his throat a little and smiled before taking a drink of his tea that was cooling down, something that made him want to pout. He disliked when tea that was supposed to be warm cooled down. Oh well, it was what it was. "You've not been in Summersville very long, have you?" Kae did not think he had seen the boy the term before; but, he could have been wrong. He was not always the most observant person. However, he did try. Sometimes. When he felt up to it.
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Post by Alexander Octavius Hartman on Mar 26, 2013 16:16:17 GMT -6
”You’re British,” Alexander blurted dumbly, as though the other boy were unaware of it. He couldn’t help it; it was such an odd thing to hear when you weren’t expecting it, and he’d been too busy being thankful about not being met with a rock to the face to have paid attention to the lilt of Kaelen’s words previously. However, it was incredibly obvious once he’d spoken more and he’d calmed down to listen properly. Of course, the younger teen knew St. Helena’s accepted students from all over, but he’d yet to actually meet anyone from anywhere else until that moment. It was kind of pleasant, the accent; Alexander got the sense that it’s speaker wasn’t much of a talker, so he figured he might as well get all he could out of him while they were already speaking. He might not get another chance, so why not indulge in a little harassment?
”I guess you were aware of that,” Alexander snorted, rolling his eyes at himself as he took another step toward the bench, contemplating sitting down as he continued, ”It’s not incredibly terrible to be yelled at by a foreigner, if you were wondering, though. You know, it’ll give me something to write home about at least.” Alexander didn’t actually write home, but he did call twice a week- Mondays and Fridays, and there was usually some ridiculous ‘goodmorning, we’re so proud of you, hope things are okay,etc.’ text from Elaine his mother when he woke up.
Did he just get asked about the weather? He wasn’t sure if that was some awkweird flirty small talk- wasn’t that what people did? Talk about the weather? Alexander inwardly groaned at himself for even thinking that thought- like anybody would be flirting with him, especially someone who was even marginally attractive. Kaelan, for his part, way overstepped the bounds of marginality and was downright cute. Well, he was cute for a boy, anyway. The freshman wasn’t actually sure if he liked boys that way, though he’d ended up kind-of-sort-of making out with a kid from his class that summer, which he remembered as a positive experience. But he still thought girls where pretty cute- Christ, why was he even thinking about this? It wasn’t like he needed to be in a relationship right now.
”The weather’s great, and uhm, I’m Alexander,” he grinned, before faltering and hiding his braces again. Making an executive decision, the boy settled himself on a freespace just a little bit further than was probably truly necessary; after meeting Izzy, Alexander found it better to err on the side of caution when it came to personal space. ”I’m from Oregon originally, So not far off,” he offered a tiny shrug as he let the bit of information about himself slip, wondering if it was okay. What if Kaelan’s problem was that he was some sort of psychotic stalker who preyed on people who he lured into conversation on random park benches? The teen shook his head a little to clear the ludicrous thought, reinforcing the idea to forgetting it entirely by adding,” Just started at the school this semester, though.”
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Post by Kaelan Layne Parker on Mar 26, 2013 20:37:11 GMT -6
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word count: 0768 notes: almost 200 words better \o/ [/style] [/td] [td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] [style=width: 280px; height: 150px; background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/3fm0k.jpg); margin-top: 13px;] [/style][/style][/td] [/tr][/table][/style] [style= width: 430px; height: 300px; background-color: #f5f6f8; color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]Kaelan smiled with a soft chuckle at the other boy's exclamation of him being British. It was often the very first thing people noticed about him, but very few outright said it like that. "Yes, I am quite aware of that," he replied, though there was nothing but a friendly tone in his voice. "We moved here a while back so Mum could pursue a job." Sometimes Kae was rather bitter about that fact. He wanted to be home. At the same time, though, he was proud of his mother's accomplishments, and he did not want her to let go of her dreams like that. "It’s not incredibly terrible to be yelled at by a foreigner, if you were wondering, though. You know, it’ll give me something to write home about at least." Kaelan laughed softly at the other boy's words, absently reaching up to ruffle his currently-blond hair with a smile. "Well, I guess I can't fret too much for giving you something to write about." Kae still felt kind of bad for doing what he had; but, maybe it would be worth it in the end. Who knew? Maybe he would even get a new friend out of the whole thing. Kae could do with a few good friends. He had a few friends that he had made in the year he had been at the school, but still. One could never have too many friends. At least Kae did not think so. Of course, it was harder to hide from friends whenever he started to lose control of himself again. That was why he tried to never have too many friends. It was easier to hide away when he got in a manic or depressive state. He did not want others to have to deal with him when either one struck up. It was not fair to them. He smiled before taking another drink of tea as the other teen answered the awkward question about the weather before giving a name. Alexander. He would have to try to remember that. He smiled as Alexander sat down on the bench with him, turning to face the other teen a little more. After all, he had always been taught that the most polite thing to do when speaking with someone was to give them your full attention. That did not always work for Kaelan, but he did try. That counted for something, right?
"Alexander, right. I'll try to remember that. Sorry, I'm rather shite with names. Do you go by the full name or a nickname?" Kaelan always tried to find out what peoples' preferred names were, because, well, after nearly getting punched in the face for calling someone by their first name when they went by their middle name... Kae was not about to make that same mistake twice. He smiled when Alexander explained that he lived not too far away. Often, Kaelan found, that was the case. The school was open to students from all over the country, but it would make sense that more of them would be from the immediate area. "I've never been outside Washington." Kae shook his head a little, setting his pencil into his bag so that it would not roll off somewhere. "I think it's pretty here, especially when it snows. Never got as much snow at home as we did here. It was... weird, at first." Kaelan was still adjusting to the differences between home and Washington even though he had been there for a few years. He did not think he would ever be fully adjusted. It just was not what he was used to. He missed their old house and garden that was just a short walk from his school and a park. London had just been a short bus ride away. There was a lot of trees in Washington. Trees, and mountains. And trees. Did Kae mention there were a lot of trees? "The rain I am used to, however. That is familiar." Kae laughed softly with a smile as he flicked his hair back out of his eyes. He felt awkward, like he was not sure exactly what to say to Alexander, but he wanted to keep talking, and he definitely wanted to make the other boy smile again. Kae had noticed the braces, but they did not bother him any nor did he want to draw attention to them. Kaelan had had braces himself when he was younger, and he knew well the feeling of not wanting people to talk about it.
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Post by Alexander Octavius Hartman on Mar 27, 2013 11:56:40 GMT -6
Alexander probably really would write home about his ‘new British friend’, even if they never spoke to eachother after this moment. Mostly he just spent his time avoiding other people, or not being himself. He couldn’t very well write about something he hadn’t experienced, and aside, he didn’t like to load down his parents with stories of his mentally ill misadventures. They always talked about how they were comfortable with everything; how they loved him, and how happy they were to have him in their lives, and they even tried to broach the topic to get information about his recovery. But the teen couldn’t get over the sense that it was forced, that they didn’t really want to hear it, even if he was told time and again that they were sincerely interested and supportive. He couldn’t help thinking what a terror it must be for people to have a child born to them with some sort of defect- and how much worse it had to be if you hand-picked one and they turned out to be damaged and nonrefundable.
”Alexander,” he said quickly, his tone having a bit of bite to it even if he hadn’t really meant for it to. It was a hard comparison for him to try and come up with, why it bothered him so much. He supposed it must be the way twins feel when they’re called by the opposite’s name. It really wasn’t anyone’s fault that Alexander was such a long name that it tended to be shortened, nor was it that the most common forms of abbreviation happened to be what he considered entirely different people. He was Alexander. Not Alex, or Andy, or Xander. He was separate and his own and that was that- the name was all he truly owned.
” I’ve been all over the state of Oregon, and a couple spots in Washington aside from Summersville- Foster care,” he explained, switching the topic to hopefully gloss over his slight snappishness regarding what he was to be called. He’d never really been bothered by the fact that he was a foster child, especially not now that he’d been officially adopted. Some people just shouldn’t be allowed to raise kids, and there was no problem to him that they should be put up for the care of people who were up to the task. The freshman shrugged his shoulders slightly, ”My, uh, adoptive parents, want to take a trip to Canada sometime when things are…” he wanted to say ‘normal’, he really did. But what he’d come to realize was that his ‘normal’ wasn’t healthy, and was why he was here. He didn’t know what counted along those lines in other circles, so he just substituted, ”Well, when I’m home again.”
”I think I’d like to go when it snows,” he smiled slightly, leg bouncing up and down in the fidgety manner as was his custom when his hands were unoccupied. ”I mean, I always thought that the amount was normal, I guess. Oregon actually gets a little more I think, but I’ve never seen a Washington winter,” He’d always enjoyed the snow. Whatever else was wrong with his life, winter was his favourite time of the year, and the sight of all that white drifting down set Alexander at peace. ”I can’t wait for it. I’m not so much one for the rain, but love snow,” He was rambling a little, but honestly he didn’t get a chance to talk to many people- he was nothing if not chatty, so he just kind of bubbled up when people actually invited conversation. Their mistake, really.
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Notes;;Wow, that was more words than I thought I had in me.
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Post by Kaelan Layne Parker on Mar 28, 2013 19:21:16 GMT -6
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word count: 0644 notes: aaand the count went down again. [/style] [/td] [td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] [style=width: 280px; height: 150px; background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/3fm0k.jpg); margin-top: 13px;] [/style][/style][/td] [/tr][/table][/style] [style= width: 430px; height: 300px; background-color: #f5f6f8; color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]He was not bothered by the slight sharpness to the other teen's tone when asked about nicknames. He could completely understand. Kaelan himself had a few nicknames from family that he detested (such as Ela, as his siblings liked to call him; those jerks) more than he could ever express. Even his most general nickname, Kae, was not one he let just anyone use. No, it was saved for close friends, and family members who did not care about offending him. There was something personal about a name. It did not limit who you were, but it defined you as a whole. Someone with the same name, however, would have a different meaning. It was complex, but beautiful in Kaelan's opinion. Like art. It was an art of being. "Alexander, right. No problem," Kaelan replied with a smile as he flicked his hair back out of his eyes. He listened with a smile as Alexander talked about traveling and the plan to visit Canada once he was out of St. Helena's. "That would be nice. I'd love to travel... well, more." He laughed softly and ruffled his hair with a smile. He almost wanted to ask Alexander about the foster homes, but that felt too personal for having just met the guy. Maybe if they got to be better friends. "Before we moved here we used to vacation all over Europe. It was amazing." Kae had taken some of his best photos in Ireland and Greece. He would love to be able to go back some day, maybe make it through a vacation without an episode. That would be a feat. The stress of traveling tended to trigger him. Or, something like that. Kaelan was not actually sure, but it made sense. At least, he thought it did. He nodded in agreement when Alexander said that he would like to go when it was snowy. Kaelan had to agree with that. He was used to a lot of rain; but, he did not particularly like it. He got some neat shots when it was rainy, but he liked to stay inside more when it was raining. He did love the snow, though. There was something calming... peaceful about it; especially when he could find an area that was untouched by humans yet.
"I can’t wait for it. I’m not so much one for the rain, but love snow." Kaelan nodded in agreement once again as he flicked his hair back out of his eyes, crossing his arms over the sketchbook. "I love the snow," Kaelan replied with a smile, glancing up toward the sky. He almost wished it was time for snow; but, they had not had a real fall yet. He loved when the leaves changed colors. Kae absentmindedly bit at the inside of his right lip ring; which was probably damaging to his teeth, but he did not really care. After a moment he flicked his hair out of his eyes and looked back to Alexander. "Wanna walk a bit? I don't like sitting in one place too long." Kaelan could sit in one place for hours if he was doing something artistic; but, just sitting and holding a conversation? It was difficult for him. He always got this feeling in his limbs like he needed to move or something. He could never quite explain it. He did not want to just leave and end the conversation, however; nor did he want to get distracted by his drawing and ignore Alexander. That was Rude with a capital 'R'. Kae did not want to be one of those people, especially not when trying to make a new friend, something he did not do too often, even with as friendly as he was. Kaelan was not often the one to strike up conversations with people, especially strangers.
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Post by Alexander Octavius Hartman on Apr 3, 2013 8:17:10 GMT -6
”I’d love to go to Europe,” Alexander smiled smally, still keeping his braces in check. He licked them contemplatively before continuing, ”Maybe Scotland, or France, or Germany. I think I might be German, I’m not actually sure but that would be cool as Hell.” He rambled a bit, something he tended to do in every situation. He was just rambly; a little fidgety and deficient in attention, leaping from one topic to another as his mind saw fit and just hoping his conversational partner would keep up. This was another case of that, decidedly, as a frown passed the younger boy’s face, ”Except that means I’d have to get on a plane. Or a Ship. Oh God, I’m never getting on a ship. I watched Titanic when I was like, six, and I haven’t even been able to get into a paddleboat since.” He was only joking a little bit- a paddleboat was about all he could be coaxed into after that damn movie.
His eyes had travelled over to Kaelan’s sketchbook as they spoke, curious. He loved to see the sort of things other people drew- they always fascinated him. It was like a window into another person, as far as he could tell. It was a jump into their consciousness, seeing things through the eyes of another person. Given his condition, the metaphor was almost funny in how much it should have scared him; but it was different this way. To choose to view things as another does is a different feat entirely. Yet, he didn’t ask to see the drawing. He felt nosy, like it was almost something personal if not freely offered up for viewing- maybe Kaelan didn’t want anybody to see things like he saw them. Personally, Alexander tended to treat his sketchbooks the way one would a journal, only showing certain things and keeping the rest for himself alone.
”Oh, sure,” Alexander nodded enthusiastically, eyes flickering away from the other boy’s drawing as his arms moved once more to rest over the book. He was frankly surprised that the boy had invited him, rather than making some excuse about having somewhere else to be and running off- he figured he was probably annoying Kaelan, though it was apparently not the case. ”Uhhhm, one sec, though. Gotta text my counselor. You know, time to check in,” he smiled lamely with the statement. He didn’t know if other kids had that restriction- the check-in thing. He figured they probably didn’t, since it hadn’t been mentioned to him until after The Incident. He slipped his phone from his pocket and rapidly fired off a text, even though he was technically supposed to call- he said he was somewhere loud, hoping that would get him off the hook.
”Alright, where to?” Alexander stood, slipping the device back into his pocket, ”I don’t know the area at all, so…er, please don’t leave me anywhere.” He chuckled semi-nervously. Kaelan didn’t seem like that big of a jerk to him, but honestly he didn’t know him- maybe the niceness was just an act in itself. He supposed he’d find out if he got ditched in the middle of town somewhere, but at least Kae would know he wasn’t so dumb he hadn’t thought of it before it happened.
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Post by Kaelan Layne Parker on Apr 6, 2013 19:45:34 GMT -6
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word count: 0667 notes: tiny bit better word count. [/style] [/td] [td][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] [style=width: 280px; height: 150px; background: url(http://i46.tinypic.com/3fm0k.jpg); margin-top: 13px;] [/style][/style][/td] [/tr][/table][/style] [style= width: 430px; height: 300px; background-color: #f5f6f8; color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 10px;]Kaelan almost wanted to tell Alexander to not worry about his braces, to smile. However, that would be drawing attention to the fact that Alexander had the braces in the first place. Kaelan hoped that the guy would end up comfortable enough that he would not feel so self conscious smiling fully. "Oh, Europe is amazing," Kaelan explained with a nod and a smile, flicking his hair back out of his eyes. "Ireland and Greece are my favorite. So pretty. I would love to go back." It would make Kaelan happy if he could travel again, especially to the countries he loved most. Kae was not sure when he would get the opportunity again; but, when it came, he would not pass it by. "Except that means I’d have to get on a plane. Or a Ship. Oh God, I’m never getting on a ship. I watched Titanic when I was like, six, and I haven’t even been able to get into a paddleboat since." Kaelan could not keep from smiling as Alexander spoke, laughing softly as he shifted in attempt to get more comfortable on the bench. It was definitely not made out of the softest materials; but, benches rarely were unless they were cushioned. It would be illogical to cushion a bench that was outdoors, however. That was just asking for badness to happen. "Flying is not so bad. I was a lot scared the first time, but after that... It is old hat now. I do agree with you on the whole ship thing, though. No, sir. Not for me." Kaelan shook his head a little with a soft laugh. "Well, I have taken a ferry, though; which, I gu-- Nope, not even putting those thoughts into my head." No, if he allowed himself to focus on the similarities between a boat and the ferries he had ridden, he would never set foot on one again. He would need to in order to go back to Greece.
"Oh, sure. No problem." Kaelan smiled at Alexander and made sure all of his things made their way into his backpack. He was not sure why Alexander had to contact his counselor or what the other teen had done to warrant that kind of requirement. However, he was not going to ask. It was none of his business, after all. Kae smiled at Alexander once again and stood up when the other teen was done with the text. "Mmm... why don't we just walk along the path and see from there?" Kaelan was not sure he had a destination in mind. He just needed to move. Sitting there was no longer an option. He was really glad that Alexander had agreed to go with him, though. It probably would have made him quite a bit sad if the other teen had declined. Kae frowned a little at the mention of leaving Alexander somewhere. "That would be terrible. Nobody's done that to you before, have they?" Kaelan could believe that people could be that terrible to someone else; but, he hated the idea that it could even be a possibility. He reached over and gently squeezed Alexander's forearm before letting it go. "C'mon, let's go." Kaelan started to walk along one of the paths, waiting for Alexander so that the two of them did not get too far apart. "Do you like St. Helena's?" Kaelan's brow furrowed a little at the question before he waved it off a little. "That's a silly question. I don't think many would actually like it there. I can't wait to graduate, myself." When he graduated, he would be able to better control whether or not he took medication. Kaelan still refused the pills, though there were times the medical staff gave him some when he was in a manic state despite knowing his stable wishes. "At least it's pretty up here. Gives me some artistic assistance."
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Post by Alexander Octavius Hartman on Apr 15, 2013 11:16:29 GMT -6
”Pffft, no, Ferries are totally different,” Alexander said in an attempt to soothe the other’s qualms, ”They have the uhm- the wheel thing, in the back, yeah?” The teen made awkward circular motions with his hands as he spoke, as though Kaelan wouldn’t know what he was talking about. The wheel was a fairly noticeable feature of the structure, or so he’d found out this summer. The Hartmans were all about family-time and did so much to make sure that he could bond with them and feel like part of their home; they’d planned numerous trips and outings, one of which had been a little jaunt off the mainland near the coast, wherein he’d had to get on a Ferry. True, he spent most of the time feeling panicky and sick to his stomach, but they hadn’t ended up with Alex until the return trip. For that matter, they hadn’t mentioned it to him later, a fact he was still grateful for. That was before they’d sent him to St. Helena’s, before they’d tried to send him off at all- back when they thought he could be dealt with at home.
Standing, the freshman gestured loosely for the other boy to lead the way, falling into step beside him. He shrugged off his questions as to whether he’d ever been left somewhere, thinking it would make him seem pathetic and ridiculous if he admitted to it. In truth, Alexander had been left many places many times, and often bullied. He was anything but stationary and thus didn’t tend to maintain friends- perpetually the new kid, always out-of-place and weird and picked-on. For the most part he understood and was okay with that, moreso now as he looked back on it as something that probably wouldn’t be happening again. Sure, he was new here at St. Helena’s, but people filtered in and out all of the time, so it wasn’t like it was new to be new. And with any luck he wouldn’t have to be here very long anyway.
"C'mon, let's go."
”I- I like it well enough,” Alexander stammered out a reply after a moment, slightly taken aback by the other boy touching his arm like that. For one, the pressure hurt a bit- he had fresh wounds under there from The Incident, and in the back of his head he was incredibly worried that Kae would feel the gauze that wrapped them up. Mostly it took him a moment to adjust because he wasn’t used to having people touch him. He had no particular aversion to it, but most of the time he spent around here was focused on not invading people’s personal space. Or maybe that was just because the only person he’d really been around was Izzy; decidedly, he’d ponder that later, ”At least, I don’t hate it like some people seem to. I’m not sure if it’s helping yet, but I hope that it is. Hard to tell.”
”Yeah! I noticed you were drawing earlier, but I didn’t want to seem rude. I’d love to look at your work sometime, if you were cool with that. I like kind of, I don’t know, setting myself in the presence of other artists. I find it stimulating to my muse,” he chuckled sheepishly, realizing how lame that sounded, ”Not that I’m really much of an artist. I’m not the worst, but I’m not exactly the best.” He knew his limitations, even if he was probably being a little modest. Alexander had never seen his artistic abilities as something to be proud of; they were something he simply happened to have at his disposal. A product of the years of therapy in which he was made to draw in attempt to display his ‘true feelings’ or something like that. It just happened that he’d been getting better recently, with actual art classes to attend rather than just teaching himself.
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Notes;;Sorry it took so long!
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