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Post by lynn on Feb 21, 2012 16:58:41 GMT -6
Darilynn was never all that phased by the cold. After running around outside in nothing but ballet leotards and tights all these years it had desensitized her to cold and wind. It was this numbness of the elements that let her be outside on the steps today, a chilled coca-cola sitting beside her on the stair. Being that she normally blended in she didn't think she would really be in anybody's way. She was a slim, but surprisingly muscular girl, standing at 5'6. Her yellow blonde hair hung in waves around her shoulders. She felt the breeze run through her loose, purple peasant top and sting her bare face; or at least it would if she had anymore feeling. Just another blonde-haired blue-eyed girl that preferred the background as opposed to the spotlight. Today, the young woman sat on the steps with a sketchbook and a pencil case, looking out at the grounds. This was where she could usually be found, and what she could usually be found doing. She watched people pass her all day every day, but as of yet no one had noticed her as she silently stayed back. Picking up the can of coke next to her, she took a small drink before setting it down again. After a hard dance practice, the caffeine was the only thing keeping her awake. Looking out to the trees, barren of leaves this time of year but not yet covered in snow and ice, and narrowed her eyes slightly as she pondered. She liked to think of herself as an artist. She did mostly abstract art though, and knew not everyone believed the same as she in her own artistic abilities, but as she sat indian-style with a sketchbook in her lap she couldn't help but draw a blank. She opened her gray eyes back to their regular largeness, sighing gently as she looked out, trying to think of something to put on the paper. Her head turned as more people came out of the doors behind her. Once more there wasn't anyone that noticed her there. Well, obviously they did enough to not step on her, which she guessed she was thankful for. 'Focus. Clear your mind, and focus.' She thought as she turned her head back to the trees. She lifted her pencil and began to sketch absentmindedly without even looking at the paper. She had just drawn the curve of the tree trunk when someone bumped into her from behind, her pencil shooting out of her hand and down the stairs, breaking as it went. She blinked in shock a couple times. Well, her good luck could have only lasted for so long.
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Post by Anthony Price on Feb 22, 2012 14:43:15 GMT -6
Anthony had spent most of his day in physical theropy. It was slow going on walking again, be he at least had the option. A lot of people weren't that lucky. The feeling in his legs had somewhat returned. Enough to tell him he was uncomfy sitting down all the time. But it was his own fault he was stuck like this. He'd more or less started the fight and he wasn't, or so he thought, working hard enough to get out of the chair. He wheeled himself out to the steps, really it was as far as he could go. But he still liked the fresh air. He swallowed some and took his gloves off. He wore them so he didn't get blisters.
He noticed a girl sitting on the steps. She didn't really look familiar to him. But it looked like she lost her pencil. So he reached onto his pocket. "Hey .. use mine" He held the pencil out for her to come and take. He didn't wheel closer to the stairs for fear of rolling down them. That would suck ass. Then having to wait for someone to come put him back in it. It would just suck all around so he stayed where he knew for sure that he was safe. His blue eyes watching the girl waiting for her to take his pencil.
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Post by lynn on Feb 22, 2012 15:41:48 GMT -6
Lynn wasn't surprised that the person who bumped into her didn't even stop. It was normal, that they just walked away without so much as a glance. It just made her feel in the way of everyone. Even though it was quite the opposite. As she came out of her blank stare down the stairs she heard a voice behind her. Apparently not everyone had decided to leave her unnoticed. She turned around, seeing a guy first, and then the wheelchair he was sitting in. She didn't recognize him as part of her grade, and would guess he was probably a Junior. But that wasn't saying anything. She rarely recognized anyone, whether they were in her classes or not. She barely even knew her roommate's name.
She blinked as he spoke. He was offering her another pencil. It was enough of a good deed to make a small smile grace her lips. Picking up her things she walked up the stairs to come up next to him and take the pencil lightly. "Thank you. Um, I'm Darilynn. Just Lynn, usually. She introduced herself quietly. She was, and had never been, a huge talker. Or even the first to ever introduce herself. But it seemed rude to just take his pencil and not share names. It wasn't like she was sticking her hand out for him to shake, so no boundaries were being broken, and instead just sat herself down, level with the wheels of his chair and having to look up to see his face, but that didn't bother her. Her eyes held an innocent, friendly gaze as she waited for him to tell her his name.
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Post by Anthony Price on Feb 24, 2012 14:15:19 GMT -6
Anthony held the pencil out until she moved and took it from his hand. It was nice to see someone smile. Usually he was making people unhappy with his words or actions. It was just hard to get used to wheeling around all the time. He could wiggle his toes now but that wasn't good enough and people kept telling him to take it easy and not to push himself to far. That it would happen eventually that he would walk again. But he didn't want to wait he wanted it now. And often times he let his temper get the best of him. But today he made someone smile just by giving them a pencil. Something he had lots of.
Then she was sitting and introducing herself. He was nice enough she obviously thought that talking to him wouldn't be so bad. Well that was a first for him. Unless it was Pixel he rarely ever talked to people. "Your welcome .. I'm Anthony. Just Anthony" He smiled some at her. She looked nice and friendly enough. Not scared of him. Though most people were. There was reason number two of why he didn't much talk to people. Well they just didn't talk to him. Maybe she just didn't realize he was a level three. In here for trying to kill two people. Two cops. And he would have done it too.But he was glad he didn't cause he wanted to have a life with Pixel
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Post by lynn on Feb 26, 2012 14:40:33 GMT -6
Lynn had the sketchbook open on her lap as she resumed her indian-style sitting position. It was very nice of him to give her a pencil. In a world where she just seemed to blend in it was even nicer that he noticed her. But she was always a believer in karma and seeing the good in the world. She was an optimist for sure and got easily upset by things, such as death or sickness or stories of betrayal. But on the flip side she got very excited when people did good deeds for others. It didn't have to be towards her, and in fact it rarely was. But that just made this time all the better. Flipping through the sketchpad to get to the page she was working on, she had a change of thought. She used the pencil to erase the curve on the tree she had managed to get out before she had lost her own.
As he told her her name she nodded and absorbed it. She fully accepted him into the friend zone now, as she did with anyone who was even the slightest bit nice to her. That wasn't an extremely long list but longer than one would think. Even though she was rarely seen with people, her list of friends was on the long side just because she had talked to so many in the past - and once you were a friend, you were almost a friend for life in her eyes. "Nice to meet you. Do you just always carry pencils around?" She kept the light smile on her face. She didn't know whether he too was an artist or if he just liked to always have a pencil on his person. Not many people just carried a pencil in their pocket all the time. Even though, as she thought about it, she probably should. There was always something she felt like sketching, but had to walk away from it because she didn't have a pencil with her. Lesson learned. Always have multiple pencils for whatever life might throw at you. There wasn't always going to be a nice person coming by to offer you one. Taking a sip from the coke can beside her she used the point of the pencil to move her tree from the right side of the paper to the left. Not that she actually looked at the paper for more than just a simple glance. Instead she kept looking up at Anthony waiting for an answer, because, although anti-social, she wasn't rude. She knew how to talk to people, with eye-contact and all that, she just didn't a whole lot.
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Post by Anthony Price on Feb 28, 2012 23:14:18 GMT -6
Anthony watched her open her sketchbook. He couldn't draw to save his life. He preferred the piano. He was good at it. Better when he had something to listen to. He played more by ear than by reading music. Actually he couldn't read it at all. But he still liked to play. Drawing however, that was Pixel's deal. She was good at it. He could draw stick figures and that was it. He moved a little to look down and see her book. It was hard to do anything in the wheel chair he was sitting in. He could lean forward to far and leaning to far to either side would be bad and well since it was a chair it had a back. It just sucked being in the wheel chair.
"Ah no .. Not usually. But these are the pants I had on yesterday and my pencil from class was still in the pocket soooo .. now its your pencil." Being a cripple in this school, it was hard getting someone to come help him change his pants every day. Pixel used to help him but now she was to pregnant. So like every other day Anders the doctor helped him. And he had lots of pencils so giving one away was not a huge deal. Maybe it was to this girl but it wasn't to him.
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Post by lynn on Mar 8, 2012 22:56:13 GMT -6
Lynn had an odd way of drawing when it came to her art. Besides for the fact it was already abstract, the process was just weird. She usually tried to draw something non-abstract, that turned into something completely different that was. She was beginning to feel that happen already with the tree she was drawing. It was a little too straight; a little too fat. She decided to add a couple more lines and see what it did. It ended up looking more like a patchwork guitar. But it was clear. A thought popped into her head to make this piece music themed; even though she herself wasn't able to play any music. But she did enjoy it. She liked the classical stuff she did during ballet class. She also liked The Beatles; them being her middle namesake. It was just considered another form of art that she couldn't do but enjoyed. She felt the change in the air as he leaned over to, she guessed, look at what she was working on. As he explained why he happened to have the pencil, she chuckled ever so lightly.
"That makes sense. Thanks anyway, though. So..what are you up to out here?" Because of the stairs, it was a pretty good guess that he didn't go too far. Darilynn wasn't about to make any assumptions though. Anything was possible and she wasn't about to go and make him angry or embarrass herself. It was a thought that he just liked to come outside and breathe the fresh air; that was something she would do. Or even just to get out of the school and away from the people seemed like a miracle at times.
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Post by Anthony Price on Mar 11, 2012 13:35:02 GMT -6
Anthony watched the way she drew on her note book. He didn't much know anything about art or how to make a picture look like a picture. He supposed people had those specific gifts for a reason. Maybe if he knew how to make a picture like that he wouldn't enjoy all the things he saw when looking at other peoples work. He'd probably spend his time finding things wrong with them. After a few moments he leaned back in his chair. It was hard to lean forward for long periods of time.
He shrugged a little at her question. "I just like to get fresh air when I can. Its hard to go out further than the steps unless I got someone to help me in and out. But like getting help changing pants, its hard getting help all the way out there" He pointed out to the side yard. He'd need someone like Gabe or Anders to get him out there. Unfortunately usually guys like them were busy like all the time so this was as good as it got. But he supposed as long as he could enjoy the weather and the fresh air he didn't mind.
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Post by lynn on Mar 11, 2012 21:14:21 GMT -6
Darilynn nodded as she listened to him. She couldn't imagine being in a wheelchair in a school like this. She thought the school should probably invest in ramps or something. But that was nothing she was going to voice out loud. She had no way of knowing if he was touchy about the fact he was in a wheelchair, or if he accepted it. It seemed like it wasn't that big a deal to him. But being a poor judge of character was a part of being her.
She decided to just say something that was safe. "I see. But, hey, a little fresh air and scenery is better than none, right?" She didn't know what she was saying. She half expected herself to blurt out something like 'that's terrible - what happened to your legs? Of course asking questions like that, was in her opinion, rude and she decided that if he was okay with telling her why that he would just do it without her asking. But as she looked back down to the paper and her pencil moved to create arcs and lines, she absent-mindedly asked anyway, the distraction of her hand on paper distracting herself from the wall that kept questions from coming out of her mouth. "So what happened?" she realized what she had asked, and added; "I mean, if you don't mind telling, obviously. I just figured that, since we're out here with not a whole lot else to talk about..." she turned a light shade of pink, took a drink of the coke beside her, and distracted herself with drawing once again.
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Post by Anthony Price on Mar 23, 2012 17:13:06 GMT -6
Anthony nodded some when she said a little fresh air and scenery was better than none. That was the truth. If he had to spend all his time inside he'd go crazy. He liked being out and about instead of inside where it was stuffy. He was from California, where the beach was all he knew. He would sit and stare out into the distance for hours. And this was the closest thing he had to any of that here at the school. But when they graduated or what ever it was that they did here, he and Pixel would have a baby. And he would want to go back to the beach. He'd want his baby to know what it smelled like and how gorgeous it was.
Then she was asking about what happened to him. His eyes travelled down to his legs. "I got into a fight. And I got pushed and lost my footing, and I fell about 6 feet and landed the wrong way I guess. And when I woke up I couldn't feel my legs. And the doc had a specialist come in and after further testing they said eventually I'll get the feeling back and maybe I'll walk again. But until then, here I sit." That was .. pretty much it. That level four he'd fought, was a bitch. He wasn't sure if they'd ever really respect each other enough to get along in the same room.
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Post by lynn on Apr 1, 2012 18:32:57 GMT -6
Dairlynn took a drink of her coke as he explained what had landed him in that wheelchair. It seemed like a lot to go through for just a fight. But maybe that was just because she wasn't a fighter by any means. She liked being safe and usually avoided confrontation. She would go to any cost to avoid any physical harm, to her or to anybody else. She just wasn't brave. But Lynn had some other character traits that she felt balanced that out - she had a way with words, and could usually talk her way out of a situation. At least that was what she liked to believe. She'd say it was her quick wit and way with words that got her here in Blackwood instead of in a juvenile detention center somewhere.
As he finished up his explanation she smiled ever so slightly. At least there was a possible light at the end of the tunnel. "Well, at least it's good news that you could walk again. But still seems like a pain to go through, just over a fight...I hope it was about something worthwhile, then." Even though he didn't say why he was fighting the other guy, she liked to just assume it was for a good reason. The girl was really naive in the dangers and the cruelties of the world. She couldn't imagine anyone fighting for anything other than a good cause; there was no other point to in her mind.
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