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Post by IAIN WYATT WILKINS on Aug 4, 2011 5:33:40 GMT
 PUT YOUR LIFE IN SOMEONES HANDS[/color][/font] they're bound to steal it away [/center] Haunted. It made him want to huff at it as he walked by it every day. No such thing as haunted. People just made desired excuses to make life that much more exciting. Dares to sleep in it for the night then never to come out again. All the rumors that spread did, as Iain admited, an eerie spell on the place. He always tried not to look at it as he passed from his house to work and then repeatedly again from his work to his house. The way back from work seemed to take longer to talk even though he knew that it was same distance. He felt it was because the end of the day was drawing near and time was at his side when he didn't have to reach his house at a particular moment in time. The ride back probably should have been the more relaxing one, but getting to work at a certain time, even if he was playing the role of his own boss, did give him some edge to the way he did things.
Now as he passed from his work to return to his home again, he held a paper in hand. The paper had been worn at the edges from being read and tossed around so many times. The corners had the most damage at where he gripped it and scribbled down words, also very delicately stratching any words out with a single stroke of his pen instead of completely blacking it out so that he could read what he originally stratched. It was one of the harder book reviews he had to write. Mostly because he actually found himself disliking it, but it was own personal bias who didn't enjoy the content of the words. Nothing was really wrong with it. At the same time, there was some of vibe that it brought to him that he didn't enjoy. The book took place of a child who didn't have a happy home. He was not allowed to use his own bias or experience to tell her that wasn't how it worked, as honestly, he didn't know how families worked and he had no right to tell the writer that. Not to mention that books like these wern't really based on fact.
Iain still didnt' like it, and he was having a hard time finding if there were any actual problems when his mind could only focus on that one key point. It was frustrating and he thought it might help if he brought it home with him. To sit down at his brown table and stare at the paper with dark beating eyes. That way, his mixed up mind could come up with something. This time, as he walked, there was a small gust that ruffled his hair and clothes when it traveled past him. The thick clothes shook like a violent tower about to all fall. Iain wish they all would. Strangely enough, he didn't like clothes. He wore them because it would be an alarm to society if he didn't. In the comfort of his own home, he tended to wear the essentials instead of a fancy shirt and tie day after day, week after week until they got so worn out that he was forced to go out into the streets and spend what little money he made.
He wasn't too bad off of course. Growing up in the envoirnment, he only had that for comparison. He had about the same amount of money, but he had less to people to take care of. Iain didn't have a family but he wasn't sure that he was really planning to either. There was too much he was afraid of. He also liked to think of himself of a solo man overall. He had Teresa, of course. Iain considered himself lucky to have that much in his life. Friends were strictly hard to find, as he seemed to find evil in just about everyone. No one was really worth his while to try to check out and 'guess' to see if they were decent people or not. There was too many things to be at risk. His mental heath that was already torn apart and his physical heath, it seemed in past experiences with others. For that reason, he tended to stare at someone when they talked to him, wondering what they wanted.
That gust of wind interupted his deep thought- as he was almost always in deep thought. His dark features frowned and glared at the paper that slipped like butter from his grip, floating all the way to the grass of the house. The house that had been labeled haunted. He wasn't quite scared of it, but was weary, as he found that most rumors had some sort of truth to it in the end. With a long stride, he casually strolled over to where the paper was fumbling in the dirt. Iain bent down, grabbed it with the firmest grip he could get and stood back up. For a moment, his eyes peered at the exterior look of the building in front of him. The walls were high, faded, and almost looked as if it would come in a tumble at any moment, sending dust flying everywhere. For this, he reached his book to step back in reverse, but did not turn around right away. Iain wasn't aware that there was a tree blocking the view from anyone walking by.
As he turned to head back down the street, he about came face to face with someone. At once, uncomfortable with close human contact and the fact that neither of them had been paying attention left annoyance prickle slowly in his dark heart. Once he stumbled back a little bit, he peered to see who the introder was. Probably just snap something and then go on his way, if he was like any other human being on this earth. It was so very typical of a human to be so clumsy and stupid, only thinking about themselves. It was human nature. Iain never trusted human nature, hense why it was so hard for him to trust anyone, considering the entire world was filled with nothing but humans. Only animals seemed to know what was best for the world or not. DON'T HIDE YOUR MISTAKES [/color][/size] cause they'll find you burn you[/font] [/center] |
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Post by almachoo on Aug 13, 2011 18:53:28 GMT
--------------------------------------------------------There's a place in your heart and I know that it is love-------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------And this place could be much brighter than tomorrow.-------------------------------------------------------- It was this very house that they passed almost every day. No, he didn't know she was always there because she did try to give him a little bit of time 'by himself', but she was always there in case she was needed. Kendra loved the stories of the old haunted house though she herself had never been in it. She had little reason to if Iain didn't go. Though it was funny to watch him, always walking by and ever so often mumbling about the place. Humans tried so hard not to believe in ghost and things being haunted that eventually they lead themselves to be curious about it. Those stories of people going in, some not ever making it back out and people trying to find some 'reasonable' explanation for each one. Kendra was an angel though and of course she knew the things that could be out there. She'd come across them a few times and heard from others like her. Maybe it was for this reason she wanted to protect the humans, more so Iain, so much. They were like children, helpless and alone more than they would lead you to believe. If not for the guardian angels there would be less of them around. Kendra took pride in what she was and what she stood for.
As Iain walked home with the piece of paper in his hand, Kendra looked to him and it with curiosity. It didn't matter how long she was with him there was still a few things she couldn't understand or that still left her in awe. Although she was there, she kept to herself and made sure that he wouldn't be able to see her. It wasn't her place to always be seen and sometimes being able to talk to him was a distraction. There were no close calls per say, but she could tell that her full attention wasn't on her surroundings. Always on edge and it was things like the gust of wind that made her become more alert and on edge. It was always nothing, but she could never be too careful. As Kendra looked back to him after looking everything over a couple of times, she noticed the paper had flown from his hands and landed closer to the house than they'd ever been before. His reaction was to go pick it up, but the uneasy feelings of the house is what she could feel as he stood up. Though not being able to blame him, she wasn't too sure if she liked this place that much either. Kendra looked around then made herself visible to him as soon as he turned around. Though she wasn't expecting to become face to face with him.
Kendra's first reaction was to blush from how close they really were and of course as her cheeks turned a rosey red it looked much worse because of her pale skin and white hair. She could tell his annoyance by the way he looked at her. Then again it wouldn't be as bad once he realized who it was invading his space. Half expecting something to be said yet nothing ever came from his lips. Kendra looked down to the ground then back up to him and smiled. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run into you like that. Was walking around and saw you, figured I'd came say hello and all. Possibly see how your day was going and maybe walk with you for awhile?" Yes she could have stayed hidden and out of sight, but sometimes she just felt the need for him to know she was there. He didn't know what she was and if it were up to her, he'd never know. Though with times changing there was no real assurance that he'd never find out. In the end she'd be his protector and his friend as long as he accepted her as that. Kendra looked to the house for a moment then looked back to him. "Always did find this place to be little creepy. Never sure why, but it's a feeling I get every time I walk by here." There was truth in that statement as well as it being something to try to lighten the mood of her almost running him over.
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THOUGHTS: Hopefully it's not too bad.
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Post by IAIN WYATT WILKINS on Aug 14, 2011 20:39:43 GMT
PUT YOUR LIFE IN SOMEONES HANDS [/color][/font] they're bound to steal it away [/center] He certaintly ran into an interesting character. Iain hadn't really expected the white haired pale girl who was slowly growing pink cheeks. He knew this as blushing, but he was curious as to what was so embarassing. Almost running into Iain was no reason to suddenly become very pink. Though he was human himself, he tended not to understand the reason that humans did what they did. Overall, they were a group of organisms who were generally cruel and greedy. It was the greed, he noticed, that brought the worst. Jealousy with a mix of greed made for a horrible species. He knew he shouldn't have been grouping together as much as he was. There was the very few people that had proved themselves to be the good people on this Earth. The fact that there wasn't a lot of them was what made for a bad combonation. He also found that first impressions were almost always bad.
He stared at her with dark dangerous eyes and she started to ramble in her small flustered moment. Her features were that of a model, seeing the chistled features on her face along with the big bright eyes she carried. It didn't make Iain trust her any more though. He tended to tear apart what someone said and make it somehow into a negative. Iain was under the impression that no one could be trusted until proven that they were the few kind individuals left in the world. Until that was assured, he liked to think of all the reasons they said something. She was saying how she wanted to say hi and ask about his day, which he found very bizzare in that of a stranger. What did she want? He had nothing to offer her. The small pay he collected usually went towards making sure that Teresa was spoiled as much as possible. Other than that, there was really nothing on him that she could possibly be interested in.
Though the girl didn't mean it that way, that's how he gained from it. It was out of habit. All his cautions and making sure that he didn't get close to anyone, rude as it may have been, found that it kept him on this Earth. Certiantly he had proof that humans were cruel enough to kill. All he had to do was pick through the nearest newspaper and highlight the several names in the section. It was a pity, but he knew that it was life. He felt as if he could avoid it if he stuck away from everyone. Not much of a life, but the small things that kept it great to live were the things that kept him moving everyday. Iain couldn't complain much, so he thought. He at least had a house. His past life could put behind him, though it contiuned to linger and haunt his very exisistance. It was quite annoying, actually. He felt the past should be the past. Some things were permantly scarred on his soul. What he needed was a savior. A protector. And he knew it.
His eyes darted to the side, refusing to make eye contact as he growled, "Why does it matter to you what my day has been like. You don't even know my name." He pointed out, hoping that would be enough to fend her off. It was a rather long day, and the last thing he wanted to do was contiune to constantly analyze someone else's actions. It was exhasting, and made him a darker invidiual. Sometimes, he did wish that he had a lighter attitude and could trust a lot easier. Other times, he was glad that he knew what he was doing. Reading books also didn't help him. Books were almost basically what happened at the worst case scenarios. If everything was alright and didn't go to the worst possible turn, they would be quite a bore to read. Not that he was easily amused. He did know what amused the general public. That was something that was exciting, perhaps even predictable at times.
Iain couldn't help but agree with the stranger. It did have an eerie feeling that he couldn't really explain. He did have to give her credit for that. His tense shoulders relaxed a little bit in place, looking toward the house and moving on again, stuffing his notes in his pocket. He disliked having to stuff the paper into a folded mess in the mysterious darkness of his pocket, but it was better than loosing it all together in the fierce gusts of wind. "Stories make it a mental eerieness." He mused as if it had been obvious. Knowing this fact, he found, didn't make it any more eerie than it was. He looked back over at her, staring at the brightness of her hair. She had to just blend in the fallen snow. When winter came, she certiantly would have no way of sticking out, would she? "What in god's name pushed you to make your hair like that?" He asked with a frown. People changing their body was ridiculous to him. No amount of sugery or dying was going to be fixing anything. The only thing he managed to keep straight was cutting his hair. He didn't color it. It was naturally a dark brown.
OOC: I promise he'll eventually warm up... it will just take an awful long time to get there XD DON'T HIDE YOUR MISTAKES [/color][/size] cause they'll find you burn you[/font] [/center] |
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Post by almachoo on Aug 14, 2011 22:10:28 GMT
--------------------------------------------------------There's a place in your heart and I know that it is love----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------And this place could be much brighter than tomorrow.-------------------------------------------------------- For anyone other than Kendra, they would have had a thing or two to tell him. Either that or they would have simply walked away no matter who or what they were. See thats where Kendra was a little different than most. She could take alot of abuse if she needed to because the last thing she wanted to do was say something she really didn't mean. She was a pacifist you could say, though she would take charge if she needed to. So when he asked why she even cared, she simply looked down for a moment. For some, yes it would have been enough to make them go away. A simple act of kindness turned into something not so nice. Kendra looked back up with a smile still on her face. "I was only trying to be friendly. I don't always need to know a persons name or want something to care about their day." Though it wasn't meant to sound like a smart come back, it might have been taken that way. Though through the times she'd come to see that words really were a double edged sword and depending on the person as to what they took it as. Though it must not have been too bad because she could see him relax just a little. Not because of what she was, but because of the time she'd spent around the humans. Though she very seldomly felt relaxed because of what she knew. She envied them for that reason, being able to go through life without a clue as to the real dangers life truely held.
She'd thought many times about what it would be like to go back, to make it so that she wasn't here right now. Of what it would be like to wipe her memory clean so that even for a short time she could live as them. Though it would never be possible it was still one of those things she thought about. For her, knowing all the dangers that were really out there made it impossible for her to read a book or watch a movie and just be able to wonder. She always knew what would happen if this creature fell in love with this one. What would happen if the vampire befriended this human. Not all stories had a happy ending and yet thats what she saw almost constantly with the humans. They made happy endings for themselves and as a child, nothing was bad. Though she could see with Iain he was so much different. She would love to give him that peace of mind he wanted at times. At least thats what she got ever so often while just watching him.
She looked to the house and took what he'd said and placed it away in her memory. It was as if he'd spoken words of wisdom. They were words of truth, people played on their emotions by coming up with stories about different places. The same as they had with the different creatures that walked the earth. "I would have to say I agree. I always found it funny that people enjoy scareing each other. I'm not ignorant about what is out there, but it's still nice to find someplace I feel safe." Out of the corner of her eyes she could see him looking at her. The thoughts that crossed her mind as to why seemed to all be cleared by the words he soon spoke. Why had she done this to her hair? Why did she do anything else for that matter? "Not really sure the original reasoning for doing it, but after time it seemed to be natural to me. I suppose it's a self expression thing and something that makes me happy. I don't think I'd ever do anything because someone else thought I should. Besides life is too short, right? Might as well enjoy it as best we can." It was the best explanation she had for him of the reasoning for doing it.
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THOUGHTS: I sowwy it so short =( I promise it gets better
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Post by IAIN WYATT WILKINS on Aug 15, 2011 21:38:17 GMT
PUT YOUR LIFE IN SOMEONES HANDS [/color][/font] they're bound to steal it away [/center] It wasn't a personal thing against the stranger. Iain tended to give anyone the cold shoulder, even if he had seen them for a while. It was unnatural to him to be as kind to strangers as some seemed to him. He didn't understand the nature of wanting to be kind for kind's sake. The thought was too un-real to believe. Something that was so good and pure in his life was unimaginable and he couldn't quite comprehend it. That's why he figured that Teresa wasn't to last as long as he would hope. He had an eerie feeling that something was going to make the relationship plumit. Though it was just a feeling, the feeling was reasonable considering everyting that went hand in hand with his life. The unease feeling that something was too good to be true. It was very simple for him to think that something that good would easily get ruined. In life, he found, there was a price. A price for grasping the breath he had. Something was going down.
Much to his annoyance, he found that she didn't walk away like most others did. She was just a persistant person, wasn't she? The white haired woman tried to defend herself, saying something about how it didn't matter to her. Oh, he didn't believe a word of it. Though he was impressed with the consistancy and the fluencent smooth tone of her voice. Rather Iain was just being over reactive- which happened quite a bit and would be no surprise if this indeed was the case- or she really meant what she said. The bitter wind nipped at his ear as looked back forward to where he was walking. His pace wasn't as thudded on the ground as it was to begin with. Now the way he foot slide across the sidewalk made the same noise as someone walking on ice. Gentle and easy, not wanting to crack and crash helplessly in the freezing abyss benieth them. It was a sign that he was starting to ease a bit. If the stranger wasn't going anywhere, he might as well not make a large deal out of it.
With a large sigh, he decided he'd at least express what he thought about her little comment, "That makes little sense." Mostly because Iain had a hard time placing himself in someone else's shoes. He had to base his opinion on everything that he did on average. Iain wasn't judgemental, persay, but he defintally did not understand other human's behaviors at the very least. He didn't go around all day wanting to knowing about stranger's lives. There was no interest that sparked in him. No lurking curiousity within him that thought he might want to go up to that person and see what had been happening through the day. Iain really didn't like talking about his own day anyways. Teresa basically had to come at him and pry him open in order for him to say a couple of words. "If you must know, my day was fine." He added, making it brisk and final thats all the information she was going to get as far as 'his day' went.
He was impressed to find out that he agreed with the simpleness of her words. It was odd to see someone else scream. In real life, no one was quite sure what to do when another screamed. Sometimes, he noticed that some people could cover their ears instead of try to investiage what the source of the scream was. Others looked around frantically, trying to become hero for some sort of public notice on how the person saved someone else. Iain wasn't sure how he reacted. Crowds in general were very nerve racking and made him uneasy. For someone to be screaming in the mist of that would send him highwire. His head would whip around trying to find who was screaming and why. People screaming with delight really did annoy and prick at his memories. There had been too much yelling and screaming his household for it to equal a moment of happiness.
Peering before him at the empty sidewalk with several branches of dead trees peeking out to block his way, he mused softly, "It's very natural for people to find delight in someone else's fear." He remembered a couple of books he had reviewed having to do with that concept of fear. To be the one person that was fearing, a good book would have Iain's breath heavy and heart pumping, feeling the very words of the page slip on his fingers and through his entire body. It was even creepier perspective when it was someone watching with fear. The descriptions of eyes widening with terror as an entire body trembled was horrifying. Iain knew that was going to be a concept of all humans. Humans naturally liked to see other human's fall, making themselves feel better at a task. There had been rumors that some wanted to help in those situations, but thats what he thought they were. Rumors.
The stranger really enjoyed to talk, didn't she? It was better than him talking all the time, he supposed. Iain didn't like the sound of his own deep edged voice, so hearing someone else's ramble was nice. At the same time, he would just prefer if the entire conversation stopped all together. Why she didn't turn around and leave by now was quite beyond him and was quite baffling. Oh of course. To alternate the body to where someone else liked it. That was always a good choice, he thought with sarcasm riching deep through his thoughts. It was always like that, then? The fact that she couldn't remember the original reason was exactally the kind of things that Iain talked about. Especially those with tattoos. Those were permante. The hair might not had been forever, but it did look rather well kept. Iain nodded, but didn't contiune to point out everything that she was saying wrong. Soon he would be home and wouldn't have to deal with this anymore. His pace quickened at the thought, but not by much. Just taking longer strides with the same rythm of when his feat hit the concreate. DON'T HIDE YOUR MISTAKES [/color][/size] cause they'll find you burn you[/font] [/center] |
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Post by almachoo on Aug 16, 2011 23:37:04 GMT
--------------------------------------------------------There's a place in your heart and I know that it is love----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------And this place could be much brighter than tomorrow.-------------------------------------------------------- He was nowhere impressed about the way she looked, but she didn't really take much offence to it either. Either it was knowing he wouldn't or the fact she didn't really mind what people thought. Though she had always been the center of attention with her white hair, she was glad she could poof from everyones sight long enough to have some alone time. Time that she mostly spent watching everyone and their reaction to different things. This is what brought her out of her tiny shell to explore the world. Humans were so alike and yet so different all at the same time. Though out of everyone, Iain had always intrueged her the most. Not sure if it was just because she was always around him and still couldn't figure him out or if it might be something else. She just smiled as he said it made little sence to him and then soon after telling her it was fine. Though honestly she knew his whole day from the time he woke up until the time he slept and even some beyond that, she did just want communication. She actually liked the way his voice sounded so the few times she could get him to talk was nice. Besides, it was times like these that she almost felt no different than the humans that walked around him each day.
Though fear was the one thing she'd never really be able to share. She lived with the fear every day that something might happen to her or Iain or in his life that would be unfixable. Fear was one of the biggest things the human had in common with them, but for many different reasons. Amusing to Kendra most of the time and at others she wondered who came up with half of this. Kendra knew she pondered on humans the same way some may with her just for what she looked like. The would really wonder about her if they knew the whole truth. That alone was enough to make her laugh some. "I could never put fear into anyone without there being just reason for it. I can't stand it when children are told stories to make them afraid of something." After a bit of thought though she could almost understand why they might like the horror. Kendra realized she was guilty herself of reading a book and getting so into it that she would jump. Whether her reason was the same as anyone elses was unknown, she couldn't always explain what made her like the book so much. Was it the fact the fear it gave was far fetched? After all, no one fell into a book literally and found themselves in the middle of everything going on. Kendra kept these thoughts to herself, not wanting to over talk and end up making things any worse than they already were with him.
Kendra put her hands into the pocket of her fuzzy pockets and looked around. It was funny how things looked so different when you were actually looking at them and not through them. Not only that, but she could tell she was doing most of the talking. Though now there was akward silence, it still wasn't that bad she supposed. There was enough around her to keep her attention on him and keep her from making a complete fool of herself. She wished it were easier for him to trust her enough to talk to her. After all she's been looking after him for so long now, she's one of the few people that really wouldn't hurt him. It also wasn't just because she had to die for him due to who she was, but at this point she would anyways. Thats how close not even talking with him had gotten her. Kendra looked down to the ground then over to Iain once again. The silence had become a little too loud for her and she knew that soon he would be coming to his house. He'd really given her very little to talk about and he'd talked even less. Kendra lightly cleared her throat and smiled. "It was nice being able to talk to you. Thank you for letting me."
Kendra watched his expression closely to see exactly what it would show. If he didn't completely hate he she'd set up times when she could pop up in front of him and talk to him for a bit. Maybe he'd open up to her sooner than later, at least enough that she wouldn't be as alone as she had been for some time. Feelings and emotions for her were at times silly, but at the same time she couldn't help but to let them have a say. It was hard to always stay so far in the distance and never have the chance to tell someone how much you care and to let them know they aren't alone. Though she wouldn't just flat out tell him that. That would have just been creepy and then she would have to stay hidden. Everything would come in due time as long as thats what he'd want.
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Post by IAIN WYATT WILKINS on Aug 20, 2011 0:21:40 GMT
PUT YOUR LIFE IN SOMEONES HANDS [/color][/font] they're bound to steal it away [/center] On her point of view, Iain actually had to disagree with her. He knew exactally why people told stories to scare children. Though some children didn't need it, a good majority of the children now a days were extremely spoiled. He said 'now a days' as if he had been alive for the other part, but he knew his history well. Children use to have a horrible role. They would have to get up super early extra morning and have a long list of chores before they could go out and have a fun time. The childhood was spent only for about fourteen years before they were married of to have childen at the youngest age. If they did something wrong, they would get a beating so bad that they would hurt for a week. For that, they were all well behaved and knew the place in the household. Iain could remember reading past books on blood sweat and tears from the work that they did with and without parents help.
Now children were so extremely spoiled. They were screaming in supermarkets, restruants, throwing tantrums, sassing back parents, hitting parents back, kicking the back of people's chairs, never sitting still, having no manners, and what bothered Iain the most was the world gave thema free ride just because they were children and didn't know better. Coming from somewhat of an extremely strict household, he knew that it was possible. Not that he would recommend his life to someone else, but it didn't have to be that extreme. It could be very agreeable and managable. Teh proof that there was some kids who did they were told was solid proof of that. The thought of having children was mind blowing. He knew that he would never have any. With his uncomfortableness of physical contact and the fact that he was fearing for the childs life came into play. Most abusive parents had been abused themselves. It was a sterotype he could not over look. He didn't think he was going to have any for that main reason. At the same time, he knew deep down with a burning ache that it could happen. Iain crossed off the impossible, so he had thought about this. Before he thought perhaps no but he also never thought he'd find a person like Teresa in his life. If that was possible, then kids couldn't be crossed off of his list. There was a slim chance, of course, but he did know that the slim chance could easily grow into something else.
With that same bad attitude, again trying to get her to go away, he said in a very monotone professional voice, as if he were a doctor and he knew these things. "It's because children misbehave. Using stories to scare them is one of the useful tatics to tame them." he told her, still keeping his head forward and not looking over at her. His destination was nearly complete. A few more moments and he would be able to reach his house safe and sound. Iain would probably end up slamming the door in her face if she tried and dare to walk in with him. It was rude, but there was no way he was letting someone he didn't even know the name of enter his household. There was no way he was going to let go through with this. Again, it wasn't a personal thing. Iain was just very strange about letting others into his household. His girlfriend hasn't even taken a trip there yet.
He was very surprised at this point that she hadn't walked away by now. There was those people that would stay there and speak to him even by first greeting, but at this point, they were at least looking around for an escape route or making up some excuse for them to scatter out of the scene. Yes, thats whent the true colors shown, Iain thought. It did occur to him that he was being extremely rude, but after so many years of what he had been through, it was hard for him to be very happy and go lucky. There had been little kindness shown to him, so therefore, he was going to show little kindness to the world back. The phrase a kind act was never wasted was very true with this kid. He remembered and marked in his mind every good thing that someone had for him. Unfortuantely, he could count the number of times on his fingers.
Then she actually said thank you for letting her speak. Well he couldn't very well force her not to speak, could he. With a grand sigh, he stopped where he was, shifting his balance and now unsure what to do. With the sentence she just told him, there was a very little chance that she was going to be going away now, no matter how much he wanted her to. Unless he full out said to her go away, and of course, Iain would be as bad as the rest of the people in the world if he said it ever so bluntly. The poliet thing to do was talk to her until one of them had something to attend to or the conversation just drew itself to a close. However, since he wasn't focused on being socially acceptable, he looked at her in confusion and a little frown on his face. Just a small one. Not like what he had been doing before, which was improvement. It was also only going to get worst before it got better with him.
"You don't need to thank me. You can talk whenever you want." what he said was true. He had no power to make her quit, even if she went rambling on for hours. This girl, he found, also didn't ramble on for hours. It was very short and melodic. It kind of reminded him of Teresa. She had the same type of voice. Though different effects completely, as they came from two completely different sources. "I'm Iain." He said at last, wondering if this was a good thing or not that he was finally releasing his name. Of all the cursed things in the world, why did he have to be stopped. All he wanted to do was flop face down on his bed and sleep for months and months and then wake up and finish that awful reporting. All the bitterness wealming inside of him, he didn't realize that deep somewhere within his mind, there was some part of him that was happy for the solo human contact. DON'T HIDE YOUR MISTAKES [/color][/size] cause they'll find you burn you[/font] [/center] |
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