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Post by Tempest on Jun 22, 2008 20:34:37 GMT -5
Wes pulled his eyes away from the lettuce leaves to fix her with a searching gaze. "Wow..." he said in awe, "That's impressive."
"... do they expect you to return to work with your siblings when you're done with school? I mean... it seems so well planned-out and everything." Again, he might have sounded a little coarse, but his face showed a genuine interest.
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Post by aidonsious on Jun 22, 2008 21:03:02 GMT -5
She looked at him and laughed, harder than usual. "You are sounding like my parents." She said and looked out the window. "It is planned out. My whole life has been planned out..that is why I am here..to change their plans and have a life of my own." She said and looked back at him.
"Isn't that what we always want..to have a life of our own?" She asked.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 22, 2008 21:32:17 GMT -5
Wes was happy for her. At least she had a chance to make a difference in her life. For him, it was like being stuck in the middle of a river with his arms and legs tied together and only a pair of water wings keeping him afloat. He drifted along at the whim of Fate. He could see the rapids ahead, but do nothing to avoid them. All he could do was hold his breath, bump against rocks, and hope that it won't hurt as much as it had the first time.
He replied, "Yeah... to make choices without being pressured one way or another... or being dictated to." He smiled slightly, "Although... I wouldn't be here if it had been left up to me."
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Post by aidonsious on Jun 22, 2008 21:52:52 GMT -5
She looked at him confused. "You going somewhere?" She asked, concern was in her voice.
He was a mystery to her, in all aspects and every time he opens his mouth, she is introduced to another mystery. But, Layette has never failed to make a friend and will not have one to be on her record.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 23, 2008 6:54:19 GMT -5
Well, he could either lie or he could stay silent. Wes chose the latter and covered for himself by changing the subject.
"What other classes are you taking? Maybe I'll be in a couple of them..."
It was possible enough... though with Wes's academic record, he might end up in more than his fair share of remedial courses. That's what almost two years of not attending school regularly would do for a person.
As he sat there, he felt better and better physically. He knew that the "good health" vibe that the hunters had mentioned about being near him would be in full-blast about now. Wes didn't quite understand it himself, but one of the hunters had tried to explain it like, "When I'm around the kid, it's almost like I'm ten years younger. My knee doesn't give me so much trouble...."
But it was hard to explain.
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Post by aidonsious on Jun 23, 2008 8:04:34 GMT -5
Layette was going to say something but when he changed the subject, she sighed and answered his question. Reaching into her backpack, she pulled out her schedule and read it out loud.
"I have English...Combat Class...Intro to Physics and Gifted History." She said and folded up the paper and looked over at him. She did not say anything to start out with, just looked at him. As if trying to understand him, well, that got her no where.
"What about you? What are your classes?" She asked, in attempt to keep the conversation going.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 23, 2008 8:14:35 GMT -5
Wes thought for a minute... "I think I'm in English too... not physics, though... Maybe History. I didn't choose my classes, so I'm not so sure... Probably music and... Concentration? Was that it? Not like my powers need that sort of thing..."
He shrugged. "When I was enrolled, they didn't have my records. And I don't know how well I'm going to do in these classes... even before I got my powers I wasn't a good student. Now... well, there's more on my mind than staying in school and getting good grades... You know?"
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Post by aidonsious on Jun 24, 2008 16:29:32 GMT -5
She listened and nodded once and a while. Listening to his classes, she made not of the classes he thought he had and to double check later to see if he is in any of these classes with her but the last part, she had to speak.
"At this moment in your life, what else is there an school and good grades?" She asked and looked at him, waiting for a response.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 24, 2008 16:56:07 GMT -5
Wes realized that he'd managed to talk himself into a corner. The boy took on a stony expression and his jaw tightened before he forced out a vague answer. "Things. Like who I am and some pretty dumb philosophical bull..."
He would not say any more on the subject.
At length, he asked, "What kind of stuff is there to do at a place like this? They're not too big on telling the students about clubs or sports, are they? I have- I want to do stuff while I'm here."
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Post by aidonsious on Jun 24, 2008 17:10:23 GMT -5
She sighed when he drove the conversation away once more. Looking at him for a long moment...she had to say something. "I would like...to stay on a topic for more than a few minutes dear Wes..there is nothing that I can do, to hurt you." She said but answered his new topic question anyway.
"There are clubs, in anything you can think of there are a group of kids that meet and talk or do it. Sports are in existance but there is no competition because we can not really go up against other high schools. What do you like to do for fun? So I can tell you there is something like that here?"
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Post by Tempest on Jun 24, 2008 17:43:13 GMT -5
Wes smiled a little at what she said regarding his refusal to stick to a topic, but bittersweet edges lined his vibes. He was catching on by now- he didn't say that he was keeping quiet for her sake as well as his.
Wes's eyes went gray and distant then, as he tried to remember some of the things he did before he got this Curse.
Finally, he replied, "I think... I like theater... and soccer..." He closed his eyes, just thinking... "I once did newspaper because... because..." His throat got tight, but his voice didn't change, only got quieter. "she was on the newspaper and wanted me to join..." He forced a laugh. "Never did like it, though..."
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Post by aidonsious on Jun 24, 2008 18:40:39 GMT -5
She listened and knew it now, at least why he was a little sad. A girl. They can always be heart breakers and it seemed, one had hurt him. Knowing that, becoming friends with him may be a little difficult but she was up for the challenge.
"Soccer..we could easily find a group that is playing the game and maybe a teacher to sponsor a team. Newspaper is a must around here..find the English teacher and they can get you hooked up." She explained and went to throw away her trash.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 24, 2008 18:53:29 GMT -5
Wes raised his eyebrows. So he could join a soccer team here... That could be fun for a while- not for too long, given the impending change of seasons. He knew what was coming. Part of him looked forward to the part after dying, but most of him dreaded the weakness and the pain. Then he got mad at himself for thinking such pathetic thoughts. It was like a frigging martyr complex! JEEEZ!
He stood up a split second after she did and followed her to take care of his half-eaten bowl of salad. "Are you involved in anything here?"
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Post by aidonsious on Jun 26, 2008 9:36:09 GMT -5
When she heard him behind her, she sighed. Knowing he did not eat all of his salad. There was something behind those eyes, those sad eyes that is almost of death. Looking to him, she smiled. "Not much yet." She said, starting to answer his question.
"I am into meteorology so am in that 'club' as you can call it. A few artsy stuff here and there but most importantly." She said and gently touched his chest. "Computer hacking." She said with a smirk and than took a step away from him.
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Post by Tempest on Jun 26, 2008 21:48:33 GMT -5
Wes nodded, his demeanor serious. Still, he couldn't help but smile when she touched his chest. To him, it seemed like she was teasing him for some reason. However, his face showed some surprise when she finished. "Hacking?" he said, his awe revealing itself even more in his tone. "Wow. I would never have pegged you as the type..."
He studied her for a second, then nodded, as though reaffirming it to himself. "I guess it fits, though."
Wes was definitely uncomfortable here now- the people around them and their movement and conversation gave him the sense that he wasn't really standing still. That was disconcerting and he ended up shifting his weight from one foot to the other in a restless air.
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