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Post by Devon Pike on Jul 14, 2010 12:07:53 GMT -5
Devon was surprised when he realize that he hadn't yawned or dozed off, or just completely tuned out what she was saying in almost five minutes. What was that, a record? He hated hanging around the Monkey and Tiger students; they were so loud, so obnoxious, always craving to stand out rather than just enjoy where they were. Devon supposed that was why he spent most days alone here. It was far better to listen to his own quiet, peaceful thoughts than listen to someone screeching at him all day. Finally, he had met someone who thought the way he did, or at least would understand where he was coming from.
His relatives were that way too. His mother and father were the kind of people who threw parties all of the time. His mom was a salesman and constantly threw parties to show off her wares - mostly clothing. His father was a sports fan, and every game there would be fifteen people over screaming and drinking cheap beverages and throwing chips around. That was when Devon's habit of hanging out on the roof, on the beach, in the woods... started. It was the only place that he could find peace and quiet. He even came to this school to be with people who understood that. He thought that maybe it was a shapeshifter thing, needing peace and quiet. Nope, just a Devon thing.
"Why did you decide to come to this school?" Devon asked her, on that same subject in his own thoughts. "I know that some people have problems controlling themselves, or have relatives that don't want a child that's 'different,' but why did you come?"
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Post by Rose Marie Wilbey on Jul 15, 2010 8:37:31 GMT -5
Rose glanced over at him and back away,she hadn't expected such a heavy topic in her first five minutes of knowing hi but Devon didn't seem like the kind of person to wait for answers. He didn't seem like the person to "chat" with, he got right to the point. It was nice that he didn't care about what everyone was doing right at that moment in time.
Then she realized that he was waiting for an answer to his question, "I needed stability." she said after remembering back to the week she first discovered she was... different. She had been scared and no one had noticed. An entire week she hadn't said anything, not a single word and no one had payed enough attention to notice the signs.
She had hoped that people would pay more attention here, might actually notice she existed. But here she was two years into school and someone finally stopped to notice her. "When I discovered my transformation it was hard." she said her voice getting softer as she went on.
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Post by Devon Pike on Jul 16, 2010 14:26:11 GMT -5
Devon nodded, making a quiet 'hmm...' sound. He heard a lot of people say that. It was never easy to go through high school at all. Especially when puberty included suddenly waking up with a tail or something. As if making friends wasn't hard enough!
"I hear that a lot," Devon said, thinking out loud. Clouds were starting to move fast now, it almost looked like it was going to rain. He hoped it did. Devon had always liked the rain. It was so nice to listen to; made the world smell so clean. It was like the entire outdoors was getting clean, washing off its coat of trash and scum. He smiled when the first fat drop hit his forehead with surprising force, and wiped it off with a sleeve.
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Post by Rose Marie Wilbey on Jul 18, 2010 10:49:44 GMT -5
Rose glanced over at Devon he didn't seem like the kind of person to care if he had family problems or not and he especially didn't look like someone who had no control over their animal. He had strength even if he was just sitting on the grass looking at the storm clouds.
"What about you?" she asked looking up at the clouds seeing a seagull fly over head.
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Post by Devon Pike on Jul 18, 2010 20:33:43 GMT -5
Devon rolled over onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. He raised an eyebrow in question, not quite understanding her last comment.
"What about me what?" Devon asked her. "Oh, you mean why did I come to school here?"
He rolled back over and looked at the gathering clouds, the growing patch of darkness in the center of the sky. Why would anyone want to know that? It wasn't very interesting, just another page in the history of his life. He supposed she wouldn't know that, though, so he might as well share.
"It's not very interesting," Devon remarked, voicing his thoughts. "I lived in Oregon for most of my life, nothing really happened when my parents found out. They were both, you know, normal. Life went on as usual, I mostly came to the academy to see if there were more... people like me."
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Post by Rose Marie Wilbey on Jul 18, 2010 20:56:54 GMT -5
Rose blinked at the thought of her parents knowing that she could transform into a falcon seemed like a bad idea. They lived in their own world without shape shifting daughters, really without a daughter altogether.
"I didn't know people told their parents." she muttered glancing toward her feet to attempt to hide the haunted expression on her face. She didn't know what she would say or do if her family found out what she was.
She brushed her long stringy hair out of her face as the offshore wind picked up. [/blockquote]
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Post by Devon Pike on Jul 18, 2010 23:40:44 GMT -5
Devon stared at her, face expressionless. A trickle of rain splashed onto his face, causing him to blink. He brushed it onto the ground and cleared the remaining water from his eyes with one fist.
"Why wouldn't you tell your parents?" Devon asked. "I mean, who else would you tell? You can't just hide that part of your life, it's... kind of a big deal. Besides, they're parents! It's their job to understand, no matter the circumstances. It's kind of in the job description."
Devon looked at her seriously. The rain was starting to come down harder.
"Wait, are you telling me that your parents seriously have no idea?"
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Post by Rose Marie Wilbey on Jul 18, 2010 23:53:10 GMT -5
Rose nodded without thinking about how to answer Devon's questions. She was an odd case who's parents were not shape shifters and had no idea that that particular half of their daughter existed. They barely acknowledged that their daughter existed let along special powers.
Most people didn't see her as a human being, she was something less then that. Just that little mousy girl in the corner. "They didn't notice," a tear fell down the side of her face which she ignored, "They were used to me not saying much." she probably would have said muttered more but the tears were starting to slip down her face now. Her life wasn't exactly the most boisterous of everyone, but she wished every once and a while that someone would remember her.
She wiped the tears off her face with the back of one hand, "Sorry." she muttered she wasn't used to being listened to.
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Post by Devon Pike on Jul 19, 2010 0:04:29 GMT -5
Devon sat up, wide eyed. He watched the girl next to him for a few moments, arms behind him to prop him up. He rubbed his shoes together awkwardly, not knowing how to respond to this sudden reaction. Had he hit a sore spot by asking that question? Maybe he had done something wrong. Devon swallowed, he was never good in these situations. He had clearly upset her in some way. He watched her, trying to make sense of the situation.
... Was she crying...?
"Umm, listen," Devon muttered, feeling out of place. "Are you okay? I hope I didn't say anything to offend you... Sorry if I wasn't supposed to ask about your personal life, normally I'm not so nosy..."
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Post by Rose Marie Wilbey on Jul 19, 2010 8:25:23 GMT -5
Rose shook her head to answer his question, or attempt to at least. "It's my fault." she muttered quietly her voice hadn't changed much even though she was crying, she was able to hold herself together well even with the tears sliding down her face.
She glanced over at him resting her head against her knees and wrapping her arms around her legs, "Most people don't listen." she whispered another tear falling to the ground. She was used to working in the library having people need questions answered and passing right by her even though she had stacks of books she was shelving. People would lean around her to talk to their friends sometimes even talking through her. And then her parents treated her the same way. "I should shut up now shouldn't I?" she said softly and shifted her eyes to the ground.
It had been five minutes she had known him and he had already coxed out her whole life story. She felt like a total idiot.
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Post by Devon Pike on Jul 22, 2010 23:35:31 GMT -5
Devon was completely confused. He had no idea what he had done to bring out this sudden emotional outburst, not that it was unwelcome. He didn't mind if she needed to vent, he wasn't one to judge. Still, had he done something to upset her? Devon hoped that it wasn't his fault.
"No, you don't need to shut up," Devon said, wondering what made her feel like she needed to stop talking. Had he given off some unknown hint? Oh, he needed to stop overanalyzing things! He was going to give himself a heart attack someday.
"I'm sorry, but I don't quite know what you mean," Devon told her, hoping that she didn't take it the wrong way. "I'm afraid I'm not very good at advice. Sometimes people tell me otherwise, but I think that I'm terrible in advisory situations. We can talk about something else, if you'd rather. I hope that I haven't upset you in any way..."
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