I think I might have found ~// You (Danny)

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MORGAINE SIMONETTE

The sun drifted through the window in the kitchen as I sat at the table, an apple standing in the center, glossy red surface shining in the milky morning sunlight. That was going to be my breakfast. It didn't look appealing at the least bit, such a small morsel, but that was breakfast. I was trying to avoid large meals these days. I was trying to do anything to keep training as a career. With my back getting worse and worse, I could tell my time as a career was close to being almost up. That was causing me extreme stress, since being a career and a victor was all I had ever dreamed about. The respect I never had would all come flowing down at once.
Anger bubbling up inside of me like champagne in a glass, I suddenly flung my arm out, fueled with rage, and smacked the bright red apple off of the small table. The fruit collided with the wall with a dull thud. I still had a chance to be a career. I was going to be a fucking career. I was going to win the fucking Games. I just had to. All the pride that had been shattered inside of me would be back. I would no longer be that poor spinally injured girl who still desperately wants to be a career- I would be a victor. Snarling with rage, I shot up from my seat and stalked out of the small house, determined to get my day started.

Outside, the heat was already sweltering. Spring always got hot here. I could feel the heat waves rolling against my skin, making my t shirt and shorts cling to me like they were stuck to my skin with super glue. It was a very uncomfortable day. I knew spring would be hot, but this hot? Shouldn't have guessed. Hopefully the unusual weather spell would pass quickly. Brushing a few beads of sweat off of my forehead, I decided to stop at the grove of trees behind my little shack of a house.

I knew the trees would be blooming in the unnatural heat of the spring, but I didn't expect for it to be this beautiful. The trees, only standing about ten feet tall or so, their branches reaching out like skeletal arms, were covered with small, but equally beautiful pinkish white blooms. Petals would fall with the gusts of wind that came with the heat of the morning, which only added to the beauty. I smiled, which was a rare occurrence these days. I strolled up to the tree closest to me and ran my battle scarred fingers along the trunk. The rough wood made a unique texture under my touch. The place and the natural aura of beauty seemed to suck all that anger and blood lust right out of me. I felt at peace here. I don't know what it did, but it seemed to bring me back to that age of innocence I had faintly known. I sighed, then sank down to the grasp, wet with the dew of the hot morning.

A faint song of birds drifted to my ears as a soft wind ruffled my dirty blond hair. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead again and tried to think clearly. The sun was behind me for the moment. I didn't need to worry about facing the source of the uncomfortable heat for the moment.

I stood up again, suddenly feeling a bit of anger return to my body. At first it was an unwelcome feeling after the brief moment of peace I had just felt, but I knew it was inevitable- it had to come back eventually. Anger, spite, and blood lust were a part of me. A part of the monster that could never be dulled. Growling, I wrapped my hands around the lowest branch of the tree I had recently touched, and tried to climb.

Thankfully, my back didn't mess up as I climbed into the first few nooks and crannies that the network of blooming branches formed. The energy that I felt wasn't a source of positive emotions- when I feel those monstrous feelings returning, I just get the need to entertain my body, only usually, the entertainment I find has something to do with violence. The grove just didn't seem to offer anything to attack or shun, so climbing a tree seemed reasonable. Actually, I was enjoying it. The feeling of the soft and beautiful and small petals brushing against my sweaty skin as I climbed was refreshing, the shade that the tree offered. I rested my body on one of the branches and gazed down into the blooming green grass below me. Maybe somebody could come by, and I'd find something to throw at them, then I'd laugh. That seemed like the typical me. I;d laugh even harder if they bled.

I winced as I thought about my habits, how I could never be changed. You can't change a monster, a voice whispered in my head, and I balled up a fist and slammed it into the unsuspecting tree branch. The branch shook with the force of the smack, and sent many of the beautiful tiny petals fluttering to the growing green grass below. Holding my hand up to my face, I examined it. That tree branch was a lot sturdier than it looked. The waterfall of petals looked very unnatural compared to the steady, slow fall of the pedals when the wind finally unlatched them from the tree- if anybody was nearby and saw the sudden rush of many of the tiny petals, they'd probably come over to investagate. Crap. I didn't want that at all.

I growled as my hand slowly began to pulse and throb with pain. Why did my sudden and so intense anger make me do stupid things? Sometimes I didn't think life was fair to me in the least bit. It probably wasn't. I mean, I was orphaned two times over. I have a fucked up back. I'm a monster. i crave blood, I'm a constant negative Nancy, my life is fucked. I'm cursed. I can feel that sudden anger rise inside of me again, threatening to explode. I have to gulp heavily a couple of times because I think it might help keep down these negative emotions- unfortunately, it does not. Why could I not have anyone in my life? The boy at the pond was a brief friend. I should have talked more. maybe we could have been better friends. Monsters don't have friends, I hissed to myself, and winced. I need to find someone to help me through this crap, and soon. Very soon, or I might destroy myself.

The thought was heavy in my mind. The anger was threatening to take over my mind again, make me act reckless and cold- but I acted that very way on my own accord anyways. My life was a riddle of monstrous behavior. Trying to keep my mind from exploding with the normal negative emotions that controlled my life, I tried my hardest to peacefully stare at the petals as they drifted down to the growing green grass below, at a natural pace again. It had been a few minutes since I had sent the pedals into a nose dive to the growing green grass below- maybe nobody saw. Hopefully not. I was in no mood to be talking to anybody at the moment. I could lash out at them for no reason at all, and cause them harm. Like I have done so many times before. I am a monster.

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Nyklus Moalkis
FF1800 - Main

He woke up rather tired. His arm still in aching pain, but nothing too bad. Although Nyklus wasn't very smart, he knew an arm can't heal over-night, and arm can't even heal in a week. But he could definitely tell his arm was getting better. Getting out of bed is an easy task, but getting out with only one arm isn't very simple. It actually takes effort, and it might have taken him a good two minutes, as not only did he have a broken arm, he was also still half asleep. As he walked downstairs for breakfast, his parents were already gone, but he did have a blueberry muffin waiting for him. Nyklus felt happy, there was a muffin waiting for him, a sweet, delicious breakfast that he could devour in mere seconds. As Nyklus picked the food up [with his non-broken arm (of course)] the warmth of the muffin radiated, and made Nyklus' palm warm. He loved that feeling, it was like he just stepped into the tropical sun. The heat didn't stop as it entered his throat, the taste of a fruit and the warmth of the muffin was a great mixture, and it really brightened Nyklus' mind. He burped, and was slightly embarrassed with himself, even though no one else was around. He started blushing, then found himself acting silly and dumb, Why should I be embarrassed when no one else is around? Nyklus was often confusing himself, and other people. The mixed-up boy wasn't exactly smart, which just led to more confusion. At least his burp refreshed the taste of the blueberry muffin, it was like the muffin was trapped inside that burp, and letting it out let the scent, and taste, of the muffin escape.
Although the muffin was great company to the boy with his arm in a sling, he decided the outdoors could be a great friend, too. But Nyklus really didn't expect for the sun to be beating down so hard, in that case, Nyklus was actually thinking of going back inside. Hesitation wasn't always a bad thing. If you think about it, hesitating makes you normal - it means you actually thought about your choices [whether there's two or four-hundred], it means that you know the pros and cons of each choice. When Nyklus hesitated, it was fine. He had simply chose to go outside, maybe his skin would get a tan, or at least get a bit colored. He had to use his other arm to block the sun. Nyklus wasn't going to waste his time to go get an umbrella or visor, as he thought they were corny and somewhat useless. Actually, the umbrella would slow him down, and the visor would just make him sweat more. Hesitation didn't happen while he was thinking about those simply-bad ideas.
There really wasn't much places for Nyklus to go, as a broken arm meant he couldn't really Train, which he would be doing already. He could go into the garbage cans and find some colored-paper, but that would make people stare at him. Although Nyklus wasn't a shy person, he didn't like attraction attention in strange scenarios. The only reasonable thing to do was to go into the shade, and Nyklus saw a patch of grove trees behind a house. That was Nyklus' next stop for the day. As he walked over there, he realized how beautiful all the trees were. The petals falling down around them, giving the green grass a friend. The breezy-wind, gently pushing the petals off, as to warm them about the sweltering heat.
Nyklus approached one of the trees, and decided that this tree was perfect. He could gently rest of the trunk with his head, his arms not having to do any work. But when Nyklus looked behind him, he saw moss. It was orange and green, luckily, it didn't manage to get on his blue shirt, but he still touched it. He scattered away quickly, and approached another tree. That tree was already taken by another girl. And although he didn't know the girl, he was sure that she wouldn't mind him around. "Hey, do you mind if I sit here? Oh, and you know climbing trees isn't always safe?" Nyklus spoke with light words and a light, playful humor. He wasn't exactly afraid to talk to the girl. He wasn't a very shy person.
If Nyklus was the person in the tree, he'd easily allow someone to rest by the tree, but he didn't even know anything about the the girl, so would she think the same? Differently?

DONE!`

[Arrow]

MORGAINE SIMONETTE

Everything but the beautiful pedals making the spiral to the ground and the growing green grass rippling in the breeze of the humid and hot morning, all was still. I glared down from my perch in the lower branches, resting my body on the v that two of the branches formed after splitting apart in different directions. The pedals had returned to the normal, soft tumble, not the violent waterfall I had created a few moments before. An extra large amount of the petite little petals now lay in a heap on the ground under the tree I was perched in.

I was taken aback when I saw a sudden rush of movement below me. The colors were not the same as the natural pastel colors of the blossoming tree grove, but more or so human colors. Below me now as a boy. Had he seen the petals fall rapidly and come over to investagate? If so, I planned to be anything but polite to him. Maybe I'd throw a rock at his head. or his arm, which was dangling beside him in a sling.

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here? And you know, trees aren't always safe," said the boy, gazing up at me.

I scoffed at his remark about trees not being safe one hundred percent of the time. He could go and take his lame ass statistics and sit under another tree. I didn't want to listen to "You know that's not always guaranteed" and shit like that. I didn't even want to talk to him. I was in a down south mood and in no mood to talk, but I had to. I had to tell him to fuck off.

"You can sit, only if you agree not to do any of that statistics shit anymore," I growled, casting him a very hostile and unfriendly stare from my perch in the trees. I wanted to intimate this boy, see if just my infamous haunting and lonely blue gaze would make him reconsider that question. he better, I sneered in my head, and began tapping my long fingernails on the sturdy bark of the branches I rested upon. The sound of my longer that typical finger nails striking the bark made a hallow clicking sound. Maybe that would intimate this overly friendly, and statistic talking boy away. I was being a bit unfair with him, since we had just met under a minute ago, but that was me. Monsters are bitches.

I continued to stare. I would not introduce myself or anything. I would just cast that haunting blue stare at him, allow my wavy golden blond hair to wave steadily in the breeze of the hot morning, and let my fingernails keep clicking away on the sturdy bark. This was my method of hostile intimidation. I couldn't tell if it was working yet. And I was getting impatient.

I stopped clicking my fingernails on the sturdy branch bark and balled them into my fists. I applied so much pressure that soon, little crescent moons of scarlet liquid appeared on my palms. The pain wasn't that bad, though. I was numb to pain these days. The anger that was rushing through my veins seemed to numb it, like my built in morphine dose. My face was distorted as I struggled to hold in a statement that would clearly show the boy I was unstable. Too late. it burst out. The anger and rage and all those negative emotions got the best of me. I didn't find a rock, so words would have to do.

"Fuck off!"

That even surprised me a little. I could make a pretty accurate guess it would really shock that boy who had asked to sit down. I just, wasn't in the mood for human company. But then again, when was I ever? I wanted to apologize, but then I would look weak. Monsters never apologize. He'd probably figure out I was anti-social soon enough and run his ass back to where he came. More petals fell, a few more of the little pinkish petite blossoms becoming intertwined with my dirty blond hair. I might have looked a bit prettier than normal, but the sweat was ruining it. Damn heat!

Eventually, I felt those sudden and often overly violent explosions of anger I was known for I could feel subsiding inside of me. They always faded away after my sudden out bursts, like the sudden curse I just screamed at the top of my lungs at that boy with the broken arm beneath me, there one second then gone the next. They happened a lot these days, though. The shack I lived in was nothing. I wasn't even supposed to live there, since I was still too young to live by myself, but I didn't want to move in with somebody else or go to the Community Home. I just needed a place to stay for a while.

I didn't apologize. Something inside of me wanted to, which was a first, but being the cynical little bitch I am, I couldn't bring myself to do it. People who behave like monsters don't apologize. I usually do attack on strangers and friends, if I had any, alike. I don't know why I felt the urge to apologize to this boy. Maybe it was because of his broken arm. No, usually I'd laugh so hard as to see someone with a broken arm, knowing they and suffered pain. So, I went back to the haunting blue stare tactic. Though, after that outburst I was sure he wouldn't want to stick around.

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. * NKYLUS m o a l k i s .\

I really didn't understand the problem with people these days.
"You can sit, only if you agree not to do any of that statistics shit anymore."
Jeez, I really didn't understand people these days they were so rude and stuff. OH! And don't even get me started with the new curse-words. They were quite terrible and horrid. I was staring at the girl as she stared back at me. It was actually quite scary and I was hoping she was going to stop. But she didn't, so I was freaking out, but I didn't let it show. Then, I saw the girl stab her fingernails into the tree, making blood appear.
'Jeez, she's a monster.'
Eventually, she talked again.
"Fuck off!"
After all that that's all she could say to me? Wow, I guess I hang out with rather strange people.
"Well, if you really want me to leave, I could easily go find another tree to get shade from."
I walked away smirking, but she couldn't see, my head was turned towards her. I was smirking because it was working. I was smirking because I know she wouldn't want to let me leave without actually introducing myself. I knew that my plan was working, she'd want me as company. And the truth is, someone to talk to - as a friend - seemed like a good thing right now.
"Are you sure you want me to go?"
I ask one more time, knowing that it'll make all the difference. I can see in the girl's eyes that she wants to apologize. I know she wants to. And I was going to make her.
"People say I'm really nice company."
Oh, and just so you know, I don't usually lie a lot, but that last sentence... wasn't anything I've ever heard from someone I knew. But, for all I knew, this girl could have a completely different view on things, on animals, and on me.
"When I said trees aren't safe, it wasn't a `god damn` statistic."
As rude as it was, I added a wink to that sentence, and turned back around, and started walking away.

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MORGAINE SIMONETTE

Maybe I needed a social life. Maybe, maybe. But did I want one? Really, I didn't. I had really never had the thing that was to be called a social life. I was bullied at school because my Mother died in the Games. I was abused by my drunk, not worthy of being called a man father, and my harsh step Mother. Then the back injury. I wouldn't call that a social life, or a life for the matter. I had never had a social life, never wanted one, but maybe I need one. Though it doesn't seem like me, being anti-social and all. Besides, people made me tick too easily, and then knowingly, I'd lash back and scare then back into the hole from which they came. I would be wasting my time trying to befriend people, after all."Well, if you want me to leave, I could easily go find another tree to find shade from," retorted the boy under me, whom I had recently yelled at to fuck off. I had totally forgotten he was still under there. Why did I care if he was still under there? He could go wherever he liked in the grove, i wouldn't give a damn. I didn't want to make friends, or even be acquainted with anyone, not alone a boy who seemed to be just as isolated as I was. Probably a lot less isolated that I was, however.

"Are you sure you want me to go? People say I'm really nice company."

At this point I was really trying to ignore him. The last bit of fight in me was screaming for me to let him go off somewhere else, to another tree to find shade, without a bitchy monster like girl in the lower branches, but another half, a half i had only felt a few times before, wanted him to stay. That was the small little side in me that wanted a social life. Besides, this boy was kinda cute.

Snap out of it, Morgaine! He's never going to like you, you're a monster! He obviously got the memo! I turned my head away from him, eyes gazing off down the row of trees and petals to my left. Sometimes, maybe I did want a social life, though it was highly against the strong, anti social and monstrous character I had built. Was it true, or was it simply that- a character, not the true Morgaine Simonette?

I parted my lips to speak, but no words came out, because I knew what i was about to say would sound totally different from the first impression this guy probably got. I couldn't blame him if he ran away screaming, thinking I was plagued with split personality disorder or severe anger issues, or something of the mental disease sort like that. I didn't no much about mental diseases, but maybe the trees aren't always safe kid did.

Gulping, I parted my lips again and tried to speak. I wasn't sure how this as going to sound to him, considering I clearly had freaked him out the moment before.

"No... you... don't... have to go," I said very slowly, and the words except for the very end were very far apart and distant. I didn't make eye contact with him, or even look at him. Maybe he wasn't even here anymore. Maybe he had stalked away to another tree just like he said he would, and I didn't notice, because I was too far absorbed in my own self pity to care.

I kept staring down the line of blooming trees and twirling petals, waiting for a reply that I had simply assumed would never come. Chances were he had hightailed it out of here and found that other tree he was clearly dying to find. He had probably flat out given up on me already, just like everyone else but my now dead step mother, whom I think is slightly responsible for the way I am today.

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Nyklus Moalkis ,

"No... you... don't... have to go," I knew it. The girl couldn't resist me. I turned around, my foot stomping on a petal, breaking it. Wow. Could something so beautiful really be destroyed so quickly? Then, I realized, it can. By life was near-perfect. Then, I drank alcohol. My beautiful life started slipping grades and getting drunk. So far, the word beautiful makes no sense for my life. No one has a beautiful life; not even Topaz Ross or Aranica Petros or Arbor Halt - they had to witness deaths, at least 23 each. I realized, and already knew, that death was the worst thing, and it could destroy a beautiful as quick as a snap, and that beautiful thing, it was life. I, Nyklus Moalkis, always knew that this world was very imperfect, but until now, I didn't realize how horrid it was. Really, until everyone realized it, we were just as bad as the person who invented The Hunger Games (a bit less), we didn't do anything about it. No matter what. But none of that is important.

I take another step towards the girl; crushing another petal. It seems like the pattern bears repeating. Moving my step means I hear another crunch. I didn't realize things were so fragile. The girl didn't bother to focus her attention on me; she seemed to not even want me here, but at the same time, she couldn't resist me. I mean, I would never like her.... I was... gay. I forced the words in my brain down. I wasn't going to think of things like that right now. Right now, I was focusing on the girl in the tree and the leaves that I was destroying and the sky above me and the air around me but I most certainly was not thinking about me being gay. I stepped back over to the tree and rested on the trunk -- my arm too injured to support me while climbing up the branches. I knew it; I didn't even have to try. Then, I realized I had made a bad impression, I never used to statistics.

"Hello, Miss. Sorry about before... the statistics. I never use those, and I'm not a smartass. Or smart for that matter." The last part I mumbled to myself -- you think I was going to let the girl have the satisfaction of being smarter than me, no way. The tree, In realized, was very crooked -- something bad for scoliosis. I stood up and sat down, except this time, I was laying flat out on the soft grass. "Care to join me?" I asked, looking at the girl above me. I saw clouds, ones in shape of bunnies and others of cars. I felt like a five-year old, looking up at the sky trying to find hidden messages from nowhere. But then again, everyone was a little kid at every second of the day. Well, at least, most people. Everyone liked to think they could be kids again, once in their life. They would be free to do anything.

As a kid, I could be doing anything (even throwing glass at the ground), and I wouldn't get in trouble because I didn't know any better.

I wonder where that time went.


(ooc = done.
too lazy to code.
make what you can (: )

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I wasn't sure what had gotten into me when I sounded so desperate for his company when engaging that boy in conversation. What was the chances we would ever cross paths again? Slim. Especially once he figured out who I was. The career who has the spinal cord injury but is still obsessed with becoming a career and victor of the Hunger Games. Then he'll never want to cross my path again. My own words stung like needles, the needles my parents and step mother spent big money on trying to fix my back, to no avail.

Maybe I had stuttered and sounded so uncertain because I knew that once he got that first, despicable impression of me he wouldn't bother giving me a second chance. Only, he seemed different. A bit more tolerant than others. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to thank him for that unearthly compassion, or civil behavior, he showed towards me. He didn't treat me any different because of my disability, my past, or my vicious personality.

My feet dropped lightly to the grassy ground. I kicked off my sandals, revealing soft pink painted toes. I got bored sitting in my self pity last night and decided to experiment. I actually thought it looked good, so I painted my nails the same color. The grass was cold and smooth against the pale skin of my exposed feet. A few petals danced across my skin, a few stuck under my feet. I took a bold step towards him. With the many emotions churning my heart and mind, I was praying silently my back wouldn't freeze up again. Another step. Then another. And another until I was almost face to face to the boy. His eyes gazed into mine. They weren't filled with doubt, fear, disappointment, or hate. I couldn't exactly put my finger on just what it was.

Now that I got a better look at him, I realized he was actually quite handsome. He would have looked better if he had been smiling, of course, but I figured I had sucked away any reason for the boy to smile. I could feel my body shaking about how nervous I was to be this close to a human being, even more so a good looking boy like this one. I could feel my cheeks slowing becoming red like a few of the petals that rested in the soft green grass. I hadn't had much of a social life before. Now could be my chance. I was going totally against my character and consuming that chance.

Taking a large gulp, I rested my hands on the boys shoulders. I was getting a bit too close for our unpleasant meeting, then my sudden desperation to not get him to leave, yet hear I was, resting my pale palms on his shoulders. Feeling the warmth of his body against my hands was a shocking feeling I had never felt before. He just seemed to suck all the boldness out of me. Normally I would have introduced myself with spite in my tone, but there was something about him that just stripped me bare, leaving me incredibly shy.

I leaned forwards so my lips were just a hair's length away from his ear. i was sure he could feel my hot breath on his ear and must be a little creeped out. I was also creeped out at my own behavior. This wasn't me, touching a stranger like this. If I ever did touch a stranger, it was because I was determined to show the other careers I could be like them, which always failed.

"My name is Morgaine."

I whispered it softly into the boy's ear before pulling back and backing away, far enough away so we weren't almost touching anymore. My palms had been bleeding from where my finger nails had impaled them in my oh so common fit of anger earlier, and they left crescent shaped blood stains on the shoulders of his shirt. He might not be too thrilled about that. As another breeze stirred the trees, sending another cascade of petals down, I was wondering what he was thinking. Was he about to call me crazy and run away? I was just so shy. I couldn't bare to be so cruel and spit my name out at him. I had to bee soft and gentle about it so he wouldn't leave me alone just when I was feeling the beginning of a social life again.

"And I'm sorry about that. I guess, I just got really shy for a moment there."

ooc: Like new colors? :3

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ooc; the colors are super awesome! lol. i like 'em, so keep 'em d:

bic;

My heart was pounding faster and faster. I didn't even know why I was so nervous. I was gay - I knew it. But for some reason, every time that girl took another step towards me, my adrenaline pumped more and more. My eyes were full of curiosity and puzzlement at the same time. I had no clue what she was going to do next. I didn't want to know; it would ruin everything. As her feet pounded on the grass next to me with her pale-pink toe-nails, I got excited.
I looked at her eyes as she came down to put her hands on my broad shoulders. I flinched, and I rudely pushed her hand off my injured arm, it hurt me at the time. I mouthed "Sorry," as I said it, so I hoped she got my message. But still, It was intense. My heart was pounding, my brain screaming, and as she leaned in closer, I felt entitled to pull away. But I couldn't.
Although I never met this female girl, I felt tethered to her. At that moment, I felt like pulling away would make the rope around me just choke me. So I lied still. She leaned in more and more til we were a cross-hair apart. As she whispered into my ear, I got the chills. It tingled. "My name is Morgaine." Even though I wasn't very smart, I knew that wasn't a common name (or else I'd be walking around District Two meeting a ton of Morgaine's).
The words she said felt welcoming, mysterious, and seductive all at the same time. I wanted her to say more. I liked her voice - it pulled me in at an instant.
"And I'm sorry about that. I guess, I just got really shy for a moment there." Why she was apologizing to me, I still don't know. I wanted to reassure her, tell her there was nothing to be sorry about. I really didn't know why I was acting all funny. I guess I just haven't felt normal around someone in a while. I mean, I was usually drunk, or collecting colored-papers or obsessing over some victor. But today was different. Today, I stayed... average.
Looking at her, I realized she had lovely blue eyes and nice dirty-blond hair. She looked good. But I didn't feel attracted to her, I felt... welcomed by her. Something about her told me she was frightened in a society; this was her getaway. Realizing I should welcome her, I told her my name. "Nice to meet ya', Morgaine. My name is Nyklus..." I didn't whisper the words out like she - Morgaine - did. I spoke them out loudly. I spoke the eight words out loud enough for her to her easily. I wanted to talk more - but I didn't know what I would have said. I was winging the whole thing.
"So... uh. What do you like to do in your free time?" Yes, that was the best thing I thought of. It was bad, put I wasn't a good talker sometimes. "Don't answer that. Uhh - what do you wanna talk about... Do you ever... ya' know - Train?"
Somehow, I knew she trained. There was just something about her. I trained. I mean, just not at that moment because of my arm - but it was going to heal. Actually, the cast was getting taken off in a day; I was excited. I was longing to be free again as much as a mouse wants to eat cheese - yes, I was that excited. I was also excited about where this day, this conversation, this hour, was leading. Honestly, I knew it would be one crazy sixty minutes.
But I was in for some excitement at that moment.

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He said his name was Nyklus. It was a weird name, just like mine. i had never met, or even heard of another person named Nyklus before, just like I had never heard of or met another Morgaine. Two people with names that didn't blend in with the crowd. Two people who's personalities didn't blend in with the crowd. Well, I know mine didn't. I didn't know enough about this boy yet. Maybe he had a personality or some sort of disability that stuck out too. By the looks of his body, he was a career.

"My free time?"

I really didn't have free time. The word almost seemed alien to me. When I wasn't trying to prove to the others i could still be a worthy career, I was trying to train my body to not freeze up anymore. To work like it should. So I could live the life I always wanted to live. The life of a career, pretty, popular, not a demonic she-beast or something like that. I didn't really know how to answer his question. I was thinking over a lot of things in my mind, wondering what I could say that didn't make me sound like a total freak to this boy.

"Well, I try to train."

At least he would understand that. With the way he looked waving the "I'm a career" flag, hopefully he would understand I was a career, and if my back didn't freeze up, maybe a normal one. Not normal personality wise, but psychical wise. Maybe, if I had said that without all the doubt and worry in my voice that I had detected but he didn't, i could be viewed in some ways as normal. i really wanted to impress Nyklus, or at least have him think I was somewhat normal, for I craved and desired to at least be a friend. Finally have a friend. The desire for someone to finally confide in had been eating me up inside for a long time, and now was my chance. I was going to snatch it up.

Then he brought up training. Since I had said that in response to the free time question, I didn't feel like bringing it up again, since if he did come to realize who I was, he might not treat me like this. i was enjoying being treated the way he was treating me right now- normal. He was treating me like someone hopefully would when they didn't realize my disability and was able to battle past my rough exterior, both of which almost never happened. The only time I pretty much ever socialized with people was during training, and they were all fully aware of my disability there. Sometimes training, which was what I loved the most in my life, felt like hell.

I glanced down at my pale wrist to check the time. It was almost ten a'clock, the time I needed to be at training. My eyes grew wide as I dove towards the ground to scoop up my backpack. I knew not to run until Nyklus wouldn't be able to see me anymore so he wouldn't know if I froze up again. I didn't want him to know. I wanted it to be my dirty little secret with him as long as it could. Everybody kept secrets.

"I'm really sorry Ny... can I just call you that? But I have training soon, and I need to go."

I started a brisk walk back down the grove, petals falling into my hair as I walked. I got about five or six or seven yards down the grove of trees before I stopped. It felt wrong to be leaving him there so soon. I didn't really want to cut our meeting, well, the pleasant and civil part so short, but I had to keep training or eventually he would kick me out. Then i would be out of ideas on hos to waste my life hoping I'll succeed without my back messing up.

I turned around as some of my dirty blond hair blew across my face. My eyes found Nyklus's form by the tree and froze there. I stared at him like that for a few moments before I parted my lips to speak to him.

"Meet me back here tonight at midnight. That's when you get a good view of the moon from the tree."

Then I was gone.


ooc: After you post again, we should start the thread where their relationship starts. :3[/justify]

[apocalypse]

"My free time?" I told her not to answer that question. Well, maybe I just didn't speak that loud during that moment. Or, maybe she was one of those people who didn't even bother listening to other people. Whatever the case - she did. I didn't exactly mind. It was just that it was a really bad question and everything.
So, I wasn't rude enough to yell at her for answering a question I said not to answer or whatever. It didn't bother me too much, though. I would let it slide. I mean, people always let my things slide. I could give her a chance.
"Well, I try to train." What? How could she try to train. I guess I just didn't understand how she tries to train. You could try to swim, but you can't really try to train. I guess I never understood everyone.
And some people never understood me.
"I'm really sorry Ny... can I just call you that? But I have training soon, and I need to go."
Aww. I really didn't want her to leave. she seemed like fun. Like a good time. Maybe she would stay just a little longer.
I was never obsessive over anyone - and I wasn't obsessive over her. I guess I might enjoy company. That was a really tangential comment. It was random, unrelated. And honestly, it was one of the biggest words I ever used. But it felt right.
I was also a bit happy, too. I was never giving a nickname before, that is, if Ny counts as a nickname. Well, nobody calls me that except for her, I guess.
I thought of giving her a nickname, but it seemed cliche now that Morgaine did it. Plus, Morgaine was a pretty name, I wouldn't want to ruin it.
Then, I got scared.
She doesn't like my name... That was really the only reason I thought she gave me a nickname. It's not like Nyklus was a long name - only two syllables, really. I was pissed at Morgaine at that moment. But how could I hold a grudge against her for a long time? She reached out to me, and I did the same for her. Ruining something like this - a friendship - all because she might not like my name was preposterous (oh, that's quite a long word from me).
Hmmh. I had to find out why she gave me a nickname. I couldn't ask her now, it just wouldn't be right.
Or, what if she was just really lazy and liked the name Nyklus but just wanted to call me Ny to save time.
Wow, I was making a big deal about it, so I stopped.
"Meet me back here tonight at midnight. That's when you get a good view of the moon from the tree." Was this a offer or a date? I was gay - she didn't know though. Was I supposed to say no or should I agree. As she started walking away, I panicked. It was now or never.
"Kay, see you there!"
I guess I was sort of excited.
I started walking home, and the conversation went through my head.
I somehow managed to remember it.

~ ! ~

"Hey, do you mind if I sit here? Oh, and you know climbing trees isn't always safe?"
"You can sit, only if you agree not to do any of that statistics shit anymore,"
"Fuck off!"
"Well, if you really want me to leave, I could easily go find another tree to get shade from."
"Are you sure you want me to go?"
"People say I'm really nice company."
"When I said trees aren't safe, it wasn't a `god damn` statistic."
"No... you... don't... have to go,"
"Hello, Miss. Sorry about before... the statistics. I never use those, and I'm not a smartass. Or smart for that matter."
"My name is Morgaine."
"And I'm sorry about that. I guess, I just got really shy for a moment there."
"Nice to meet ya', Morgaine. My name is Nyklus..."
"So... uh. What do you like to do in your free time?"
"Don't answer that. Uhh - what do you wanna talk about... Do you ever... ya' know - Train?"
"My free time?"
"Well, I try to train."
"I'm really sorry Ny... can I just call you that? But I have training soon, and I need to go."
"Meet me back here tonight at midnight. That's when you get a good view of the moon from the tree."
"Kay, see you there!"

~ ! ~

As I was walking home, I had an idea. It was mean, cruel, and rude. But no one had to know it was fake.
I was going to go out with the girl as a cover-up.
I think it can work. But how would I do that? She was so nice to me, I couldn't pull myself to do it.
But I had to. I had to ask her out and then act like a good boyfriend.


Then I guess it was time to bifurcate. In other words, time to split.

ooc; can i start the next thread ?