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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 23, 2010 14:45:19 GMT -4
  
He looked down at his bag and frowned, shaking it a bit to dispel some of the water. He didn't even want to think about what might have happened had he had something like his laptop in it. He pulled his soggy hoodie around his body against the wind and trudged onwards. He felt the heat of tears and felt one slid down his face. A sharp contrast to the cold and wet sea droplets that were already present.
They had taken his bag earlier in the day. Mel didn't know who had done it. All he knew was that they were, they thought it was very funny. When he finally did find it it was sitting dangerously close to the water's edge. He was relieved and ran to get it. But he over did it and tripped right before he reached it because of the skirt. Damn skirt. He always picked the worst days to wear them. As fate should have it, the second he reached to pick up his bag, a huge wave that he hadn't noticed in time knocked him off of his feet. He was soaked in seconds. there was nothing that could put him into a sour mood faster than being wet. But right now, he just wanted to cry.
The boy stepped up onto the grass and shimmied out of the dripping skirt. He held it away from his body and wrung it out. He dropped to sitting and kicked off each flip flop. Beating them against the ground in a vain attempt to get rid of the hundreds of grains of sand that were stuck fast by seawater. "This is stupid.." He muttered, running a hand back over his soaked hair until his finger touched his hair clip. Squeezing the middle he removed the little blue bow only to put it in again, a little further back from his ear.
He sniffed loudly and another tear fell. Tonight was awful, he was wet, cold, and probably looked like a mess. He rubbed furiously at his cheek with his sopping sleeve. Pulling his knees close to his chest, he buried his head and cried.  Tag;Zannnder~! Words; 452 Notes; haha stole the title from that kid's song >w< Outfit: Here~ |
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Zander Alesnia
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Post by Zander Alesnia on Jun 23, 2010 15:24:48 GMT -4
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color] Zander was laying on the grass side of the beach staring out at the ocean. Next to him was a pair of wet, black, swim trunks. His eyes watched the girl, boy? travel down the beach. As the boy came closer he jumped behind a tree. He really was in no mood to talk to anyone. The boy, girl, it, looked distressed. When he saw the other's frustration his angry face softened into a kind smile and he stepped carefully out from his hiding spot. Zander carefully fixed the checker-board fadora upon his head that had shifted in the swift movements. He watched the other creature as it pulled off it's skirt and wrung out it's wet clothing. He leaned against the tree, staring carefully, slipping his thumbs between his studded belt and jeans.
What had he done today? Woke up, cooked, ate, napped, went for a run, napped, cooked, talked to Loki, signed with Jayden, cooked, tried to get a hold of Max, slept, ate, walked to the beach. He watched as the boy started to sniffle and cry. This ate at him, he felt helpless and horrible that this person had such a horrible day. He thought his day had been bad and boring but, look at him! Zander really needed to open up to people, maybe he could help this person. Zander chewed on his bottom lip for a long second before stepping back to where he was laying and picking up his bag. "I have some clothes in my bag you could change into if you want." He whispered carefully, kneeling behind the boy and gently touching his shoulder. "Or... I could just give you a towel." He whispered, he played with a hole in his jeans, shifting awkwardly.
"Zander!"the boy giggled. "Yeah Nick?" he asked turning to the other boy in the water only to be splashed. "Nick!" Zander screamed laughing. He splashed Nick back. Bark! Bark! "Zander! You let cookie run off!" the boy screamed back angerly. "It's you're fault, you distracted me!"Zander retorted, feeling a dog nuzzle his leg. "See, look, he came back." Zander said gently touching the other boy's shoulder. "Sorry for snapping at you, Zander." the boy sighed petting the dog. "I'll let you slide, only because you are so cute!"Zander grinned and gently kissed the boy, continuing to spray the dog gently with a hose. Nick smiled and rubbed the dog with shampoo. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center] TAG - Mel
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 23, 2010 17:30:47 GMT -4
He hugged himself tightly, shaking from the wind. He wanted to go back to his room, more than anything he wanted to go back to his room. He just didn't want to run into anyone on the way and end up having to explain why he was such a mess.
Who did he have anyway? He couldn't room with Felix anymore, he hated himself for not taking his offer right away. He couldn't seem to find Aoi anywhere, but he didn't really want to, Aoi would probably want to rip the heads off of whoever threw his bag in the ocean. Either that or he just wouldn't care, it was hard to tell sometimes. Two people whom he considered friends, but had no idea where they would be. No one who he could just curl up next to and know everything was going to be alright. He wished for Friedrick, he wished for his mother, anyone... someone. But right now there was only him.
Or so he thought. He felt a soft touch on his shoulder and someone say, "I have some clothes in my bag you could change into if you want. Or... I could just give you a towel."
Mel didn't really hear the kindness and good intention in the words. His mind was under so much stress that he connected the person who had offered to help him with whoever had hid his bag and had gotten him into this problem in the first place without any real reason. he did that sometimes, if he felt scared or upset, it created stress, and when he was stressed he didn't think. For a brief moment he fell out of character. Pushing the hand off he jumped up and started yelling, "Shut up! Just Shut up!" His voice was broken by sobs, so the effect was lessened, "What?! Are you happy now that I'm all wet!? Did you just want to come back and see what you'd done to me?!" He stamped his foot, "Well good for you! I hope I made your day!"
It was only then that his mind cleared and he saw who it was he was screaming at. Just a regular boy, definitely not whoever had tossed his bag into the water. His eyes widened, "Oh my god..." he slapped a hand over his mouth and dropped to his knees wishing with all his heart that he hadn't been so rushed, and that he could just rewind and take the words back "I am so,so sorry!" He felt sick to his stomach. "I didn't mean it! Honest! I thought you were someone else! Oh my god, i'm such an awful person. I'm so sorry!" Apologies tumbled out one right after the other. He choked on a sob, then hiccuped.
What a mess he had gotten into. If this guy choose to react violently, Mel would have no chance of defending himself. if not, he was sure to tell his friends, with the result that Mel's good reputation would be ruined.
How humiliating.Tag;Zannnder~! Words; 646 Notes; ....sorry about that Outfit: Here~Template: My doing. Lyrics from "Broken Heart" By Falling Up |
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Zander Alesnia
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Whabam! And there I was, looking like a god, well, 'cause I am one. xP >.<
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Post by Zander Alesnia on Jun 23, 2010 18:04:49 GMT -4
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] Zander dropped his bag as he fell back when the boy jumped up. He caught himself now sitting in the sand resting back on his arms staring up at the screaming boy with a scared look in his face. Tears streamed from his eyes as he shook his head. "I-I wouln- I wa- try-trying t-to he-help." he cried out trying to explain himself as if what he had done was actually wrong. Zander watched as the other boy realized that he had accused the innocent. "P-P-Please do-don't cr-c-cry." Zander stuttered out staring at the boy. Zander lunged forward to catch the sobbing boy falling to his knees as the boy burbled one apology after the other. "Do-Don't be sorry." he whispered wrapping his arms around the boy, comforting him. This boy had just accused him of the wrong and now he was comforting him, what was he doing?!"Do-d-do you wa-want a tow-towel or tho-those dry clothes?" he offered again now that the boy wasn't so hostile. Zander wiped his own tears that still seemed to be falling from his eyes away before reaching forward a little to wipe the boy's.
"Zander, what's wrong?" a cheery voice giggled. "Nothing, Missy, go away." Zander growled at the girl. "Zandie, do you miss Nick?"the six year old girl asked. "Yeah." he stuttered looking at his feet. "C'mon Zander, I'll be your best friend. I love you Zandie!" the girl said wrapping her older brother in his arms. "I love you too." He whispered back.
Zander scooted closer to the boy and gently wrapped his arms around the boy and pulling him to his chest in a comfort. He gently stroked the boys hair. He gently brushed the sand off of the boy and took off his own hat, setting it to the side.
"Come on, i-it ca-cam't b-be tha-that that ba-ba-bad." he barely stuttered out. Zander wanted something to fill the silence. It was killing him how much this boy was hurt even if he didn't really know him. Zander reached for his bag from beneath the boy and tugged it over to the two. He un-zipped the bag and pulled a black hoodie and a pair of blue-plaid pajama bottoms. Zander shuffled through the mass of items in the bag till he found a towel. Zandie passed them over to the other. "They may be a bit big but, at least it's dry." he half smiled at the boy. [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center] TAG - Mel
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 23, 2010 22:30:47 GMT -4
Mel felt himself pulled in close again. He hid his face in the curve of the boy's neck, his shoulders shaken by silent sobs. It was mortifyingly embarrassing to be clinging to a total stranger, especially after screaming and raving at him like some kind or lunatic. But he just needed to feel another's touch, he needed to be close to another person and know that there was still some good and kindness in the world. The hand on his head was especially reassuring. He loved having his hair touched or played with, it reminded him of his mother.
The boy said something about 'not being bad'.
Mel still couldn't be sure. He pulled away and sniffed loudly, looking down to hide his eyes. He was kneeling so he sat back on his heels to be more comfortable. He wiped futilely at his eyes, "I... I know. I'm sorry. It's just that someone dropped my bag in the ocean to be mean.." He tried to think of something to make it all make sense to the other boy. "I didn't mean to yell.. It's just that I've been trying to find it all day and now I'm wet and sandy and it just feels really gross." He nudged his bag sheepishly, frowning at it. "I was just stressed is all.. I shouldn't have yelled. I usually don't do that."
He looked at the clothing that the boy was offering him. They did look a little big, like he had said, but they looked really nice and dry too. Mel was almost tempted to take them but he stopped. He frowned and handed the clothing back to the boy. "No.. it's fine. I have stuff back at my dorm."
He wiped at his eyes again and forced himself to smile. He stood swaying a bit, he offered his hand to help the other boy up. He put his hands on his damp hair and laughed softly, "Aha, oh god I must look like a mess! This is so embarrassing!"
Mel looked down, shuffling his bare feet. It was getting dark out and cold too, "Hey, listen.. could you, um.." I felt awkward to ask a gut he had just screamed at but he didn't want to do it alone, "Uh.. would you mind walking me, I mean, ah, walking with me back to the dorm building?"
He didn't bother to explain why, he was just afraid that maybe whoever might have tossed his bag might still be hanging around somewhere, and he didn't really want to run into them. He had his whistle, but no one was around. Plus after that outburst and all of the activity he felt a bit dizzy, his anemia was acting up. He just prayed it wouldn't get bed.
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Zander Alesnia
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Post by Zander Alesnia on Jun 23, 2010 23:58:34 GMT -4
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color] Zander trailed his fingers down the boy's back before the boy leaned back and told his story. "Do you know who did it?"He asked thoughtfully as the boy apologized in a weird way again. Zander's small smile disappeared as the boy refused his clothes. "Please, if you stay in those wet clothes any longer you might get sick." he smiled thoughtfully pushing the clothes back in the other boy's arms. He watched the boy stand and sway. He shook his head politely to the offer and stood himself up, wiping sand off his jeans. "You look adorable." he flirted. He has never been around anyone more closed off than himself.
Zander shuffled his feet in the sand looking at them. He tilted his head to the ever fading sky. "walking with me to the dorm building?" These words put a smile on Zander's face and his fox inside was telling him to go for it. "Of course." he smiled at the boy and leaned down, grabbing his bag and slinging it over one shoulder. He grabbed the boys wet bag and slung it over his other shoulder. Zander had his right hand holding the strap of his back pack on his shoulder and he took the boy's hand with his own left hand.
He slowly started to walk forward slowly, dragging the other boy behind. I'm Zander by the way." He said staring at his feet as he walked. Zander stopped abruptly and turned to the boy. "I-I don't really want to go inside, but, I don't want to be a-al-alone."He said stuttering again. "Would yo- uh... never mind, you probably want to get out of those wet clothes and get a shower."He sighed dismissing the idea of just hanging out with the cute boy and getting to know him. He tightly closed his eyes as flash-backs struck at him like a bolt of lightning.
"Hi, I'm Nick." a high-pitched three year old's voice shouted in Zander's ear. "Zander."was a quick reply. "Ca-can I call you Zandie?" the boy said after a second. "Sure..."Zander replied reluctantly. "Alright."pause"Tag you're it!" Nick said after touching the boy's shoulder rather roughly and running off. Zander giggled and chased the boy, tackling and pinning the other 5 year old to the ground, tagging his forehead. 'You're it!" Zander giggled and rolled off the boy. "Let's be best friend!" the other's voice said. "Alright." Zander grinned laying in the grass with his new best friend." [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by Mel Kucharski on Jun 24, 2010 1:59:42 GMT -4
He was really happy to hear the boy accept his invitation.. or rather, agree to fulfill his request. He was mortified when the stranger picked up his bag. He made a move to stop him or take it back. But he found himself unable to do so when his hand connected with the boy. He swallowed his protest and allowed himself to be pulled along.
"I'm Zander by the way."
Mel repeated the name slowly, "Zander.." He like the name. It was different, special. Then Zander stopped and turned. It sort of scared Mel for all of it's suddenness, but not enough so that it actually showed on his face. He started speaking again, it was sort of hard for Mel to understand but he did his best to follow. From what Mel gathered he was not all that keen on going inside but wasn't to sure he wanted to be all alone either. His heart went out to him, it really did. He didn't want to be alone either. Plus he felt indebted to him for dealing with his pathetic little hissie-fit. he had made the poor guy cry for heaven's sake!
Zander shut his eyes tightly , he seemed to be thinking about something. Mel's eyebrows knit together, what was that for? "Yeah I'd like to change clothes I guess.." He squeezed Zander's hand, "But.. if you wanted we could go do something?"
Suddenly he remembered something. "Oh!" He pulled out of Zander's grip and turned on his heel, running back to where he had been sitting. He looked around until he spotter the soggy clump of cloth. He picked up his skirt and shook it, making a face. He quickly returned to Zander's side, linking arms with him. "Sorry! He held up his wet skirt, "It wouldn't have been good to forget this!"
He felt the heat rise in his face and the hamster inside of him began to chide. He had just shown this random guy his skirt?! He tallied up the "awkward situation scale" one; he had screamed at this guy without even knowing him,two;afterwards he practically clung to him crying like a child, and three;he had just shown him his skirt. It hadn't taken long for his mood to flip-flop. Why was that? He looked down, his face burning. "Oh.. uh. Yeah this is mine. Sorry it's kind of weird.." he kept his head down and waited for judgement to be passed.Tag;Zannnder~! Words; 529 Notes; concerning the c-box conversation did you want to start a thread after this one? Outfit: Here~Template: My doing. Lyrics from "Broken Heart" By Falling Up |
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