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Post by nolifeking on Dec 17, 2009 1:43:14 GMT -4
Draven looked at the tree in front of him with a look of disgust on his face, “These things always look so sick, they look so much better painted red.” He spoke as if talking to someone, “Well I guess there is nothing can do about it now, they will just have to stay this icky color,” Draven flipped his writs backwards causing his long sleeves to flip through the air and dangle down from where his fingers sat in them. He dropped his arms to his sides and sighed; his hands and arms were completely hidden in the long sleeves of the straight jacket. He fidgeted with his feet rubbing the end of one boot to the nose of the other.
He then shifted down on to his foot he had in the air allowing himself to fall slightly, he extended his arms straight out from his body and pivoted on his right foot with his knee bent. He swayed from side to side as if he was a plane veering of course. He continued this for a little before growing tired of it and deciding to walk perfectly straight, still holding his arms out he walked with one foot perfectly in front of the other. He did this till he reached the bench and then spun around in a quick tight circle and plopped down on the bench. His beanie slid over his eyes so he could not see, he enjoyed the dark sometimes it made him feel tall. He pulled the hat from his head by pushing his fingers through the finger holes sewn into the long sleeves.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 17, 2009 3:08:14 GMT -4
What a beautiful day! Clear skies, lovely sun, the clouds must’ve been far, far away from Four Oaks Academy. Joanne stepped out of the school’s front doors in her usual green dress and straw sunhat, armed with pen, paper, newspaper and a clipboard. It was definitely a lovely time to do lunch time supervision! A warm smile spread across her freckled face, ear to ear, revealing many wrinkles along her eyes and cheeks. Jo waved at a few passing students, she may not have known them but they greeted her with a “Hey Miss!” as they walked pass. She scanned the area for a place to stand, choosing a spot in the shade of a tree to survey the area. She sat down carefully, and got straight to work on newspaper’s crossword, looking up every now and then in case there were some mishaps.
“These things always look so sick, they look so much better painted red.”
Joanne glanced up from her work, but she saw no one. She looked around.
“Well I guess there is nothing can do about it now, they will just have to stay this icky color.”
She continued to search the area for someone, until she realized the voice was coming from the other side of the tree. Jo stood up, taking up belongings with her, and peered around the edge of the tree.
No one was there, but a little further away was a boy in a white jacket. He span in a circle, his arms out wide like helicopter propellers, before plopping on the bench. His odd, button covered hat slid over his eyes, but he adjusted it after a few moments.
This was all very curious to Jo, even child-like. She looked around again, but it seemed like no one was going to talking to the boy.
Ah, well! She thought to herself, walking over to the boy. Might as well have a chat…
Joanne sat down next to him, flashing a white smile at him. She put her newspaper and clipboard down, picking up her pen and notepad.
Hello darling, how are you today? What’s your name?
(ARGHH, sorry I took forever.)
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Post by nolifeking on Dec 18, 2009 0:09:03 GMT -4
Draven fumbled with a pin in his hat as it had hit his nose wrong when the hat slid down his face. He studied the pin it read “Never” in white with a black back ground. Then something moved out of the corner of his eye, it was brightly colored and it caught his attention. The object sat next to him before he could turn his head to make it out, though he turned in time to see that it was a older woman and she was writing.
Draven stared at her as she wrote. Draven stared blankly at her after she showed him what she was writing, it was a question. This struck Draven as odd, but he played along, “Well I don’t feel sick, so I am fine I guess, I did eat breakfast today.” Draven thought about his next response, ‘Should I tell her my code name, I am an enigma… wait no im not, I am not made out of jello though it is very tasty, the ants would eat me if I was.’ “Hmm… well im Draven,” he said jumping to his feat and extending his hand to shake hers, his hand disappearing into his sleeve.
“You know you are wearing a really icky color, right lady?” Draven said to her, now looking at her dress. Draven really disliked the color green it was just a stranger color to him, and always reminded him of someone that was sick with a green face, ‘just an icky color,’ is what he thought.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 18, 2009 0:56:32 GMT -4
On closer inspection, she saw that the boy had an overall odd appearance, but what freaked her out the most were his mismatching eyes; one was blue and the other green. Jo did her best to hide her discomfort, trying to not hurt the boy’s feelings. The boy stared up at her expressionlessly, then at the note. Joanne gave a grin of encouragement. She never felt like she had to explain her disability to anyone unless they asked, as many had just accepted her silence for whatever reason there was. Joanne watched as the boy slid off the bench to shake her hand, and she shook it, noting the length of his sleeves. She gave him a warm, inviting smile.
“You know you are wearing a really icky color, right lady?”
Joanne laughed, but not a giggle could be heard coming from her throat. So, this must’ve been the voice she heard at the tree! She put pen to paper once more…
Yes, I’m quite aware of that. I like green, it’s not icky to me at all. You look like a red person to me, though. You can call me Jo
She crossed out her nickname, remembering that she had another name for the kids at the school.
…Ms. Morgan, by the way. It’s lovely to meet you, my goodness, those are some long sleeves you have there.
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Post by nolifeking on Dec 18, 2009 1:25:44 GMT -4
Draven watched as she shook his hand, no one ever just shook his hand they always stared at him because of his sleeves. He watched as her expression changed to one he was familiar with, laughter. He listened, but did not hear a sound from her, he wondered what was wrong with her; or was he going deaf. He shut his eyes and listened, he could hear the wind and the birds, ‘Well im not deaf,’ he thought to himself as he opened his eyes with satisfaction.
He watched her as she wrote; this was a strange way to talk to a person. When she showed him the paper he read it with great interest. “Well I don’t like the color it makes me think of sick people,” he said plopping down on the bench next to her, “That and I have a green eye, see” he said pulling the lower part of his eyelid down to show her his green left eye. “My daddy said that I was a freak for having a green eye and a blue one, he has blue eyes, like our cat did; she ran away. So I don’t like the color Green because it made my dad mad at me,” he said to her leaning back moving his hand away from his eyelid. “Morgan… I saw a person on TV with a daughter named Morgan.” He smiled and read the last thing on the paper again and smiled wider, “Yeah I guess they are big, I like them like that, they make good wings and keep me warm, I don’t like the cold it makes you green,”
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Post by Michelle on Dec 18, 2009 2:29:21 GMT -4
Joanne listened in her usual silence, her smile fading slowly after almost every sentence Draven spoke. She attempted to return the smile to her face every time he glanced at her though, as he seemed to be happy for motivations she did not know…
Oh, dear…
Jo didn’t know what confused her the most; the fact that Draven spoke of simply horrid things, yet seemed perfectly happy, or…well, the idea that this boy didn’t act his age.
Oh, well…
When he finished talking, she beamed at him, despite her true feelings for the situation arguing with her from the inside. I might not be able to talk, but at least I can still act like I’m happy, she thought, thinking about what to write.
Well, there was only one thing to do in this situation, no matter if Draven spoke as if his own father calling him a freak was nothing. She began to write yet another reply.
I don’t think you’re a freak at all, I like your eyes, and they’re unique and interesting.
Joanne gave him this note with a tight, motherly hug. She set to work on a second note.
I like green because it reminds me of everything outside. The trees and the grass…
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Post by nolifeking on Dec 18, 2009 2:45:21 GMT -4
Draven told his story completely unaware of Jo’s waning smile; to him he saw nothing wrong with his story, simply skipping through his tale as if talking about a great family outing. When she hugged him he stopped talking, no one but his mother had hugged him and that was only when he was going in to see the doctors for a long time. ‘I don’t see any guys in white coats, and it doesn’t smell like Band-Aids out here,’ Draven thought to himself. When she handed him the note a smile returned to his face as if everything he had just thought about had been completely wiped away.
He read the note and tilted his head a bit, no one said they liked his eyes, everyone just chose to ignore it; the doctors always said it was just another problem. Looked at the note for sometime till the next note came along; this note was far more interesting. ”I like the color red, see I even have red shoes,” he said as he raised his feet in to the air and pulled back his pants to show off his red boots. They were a gift from my mom when before I was sent here she gave them to me in the car. So what are you doing here, you look a little too old to be a student.”
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Post by Michelle on Dec 18, 2009 3:19:50 GMT -4
He seemed unresponsive to her affection, which made Jo worry, but as soon as she handed the next note to Draven, he smiled and continued to talk. She was confused, but decided to just put the whole problem aside for another day.
“So what are you doing here, you look a little too old to be a student.”
Joanne looked across to Draven as she heard his question, raising her eyebrows with suprise.
She was about to get offended, but even she had to admit that yes, she did look old. Besides, something in the back of her mind told her that lecturing Draven on manners was not the way to go…
No, instead, she laughed a silent laugh once more, before jotting down another reply on her notepad.
Those shoes must be very special and important to you. And you’re quite right, darling, I’m not a student at Four Oaks, I’m a teacher at the school; I teach drama here. Do you like drama? Have you signed up for my classes yet? They're not compulsory, but they're great fun...At least that's what I've been told.
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Post by nolifeking on Jan 6, 2010 0:17:30 GMT -4
Draven read the note twice, somehow stumped by one of the questions. He thought about it for a second and then understood what she was asking. He swung his feet below the bench with his hands planted on the bench to keep him there. He watched his feet swing as he spoke, “Well I have some classes I think I know they gave me a sheet of paper.” One of Draven’s arms disappeared into his coat and the immerged a moment latter with a sheet of folded paper. He handed in to her as he spoke, “Are those what you are asking for and what is drama?” Draven had a puzzled look on his face; he had never heard that word before let alone a class about it. Draven looked back down to his boots and the blurted something out, “I saw this mouse fly once and it was really cool he just jumped and spread out like this,” he shot his arms out in front of him as he spoke, “And he just flew off to another tree, it was so awesome.” Draven had a very pleased smile on as he finished his statement.
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