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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 11, 2012 23:44:37 GMT -5
Oliver laughed. "Was it the smirk that gave it away? I actually catch on to things pretty easily in my classes. Shocks the professors most of the time. Shocks me sometimes too, actually. I don't even know where some of this information comes from, but I can get it pretty easily." Oliver shrugged, feeling a bit awkward after having shared so much of this. He took another sip of his coffee, which helped to soothe him considerably.
The other boy's next question was odd, but he answered it nonetheless. "Depends on how you define 'weirdos'. Almost everyone in this town is a weirdo based on someone's definition."
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 11, 2012 23:50:13 GMT -5
He just shook his head. He was never any good at catching onto anything except writing. He read a lot, too, but mostly he caught onto writing. Everything else was way over his head. "I guess I would have been one of the dumb ones in your class because anything that isn't reading or writing is like rocket science to me. I just don't get it."
He chewed on the end of his pen, then took a sip of his coffee. "Like, not human weird." He said, not able to think of another way to put it. Every was weird by someone else's standards. This boy was weird for catching on so quick to things. And he himself was weird given his strange visions. He looked down and realized he had written 'EBONY CLOCK' over and over and over again on his page and sighed, closing the notebook.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 0:05:40 GMT -5
"I'm alright with reading and writing for the sake of doing it, but it's never been one of my strong suits. So it appears we're on opposite ends of the scale." Oliver shrugged. Sometimes it happened that way.
Speaking of strange, Oliver's eyes happened to glance down just before Baz closed the book. There were those ebony clocks again... "What does ebony clocks mean?" Oliver asked again, meeting Baz's eyes with his own.
If only Oliver knew the boy had visions like his own...
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 0:15:37 GMT -5
"I.. don't know. Dark black clocks interest me, apparently." He said with a shrug. "And that one phrase. 'And we loved with a love that was more than love'." 'I and my Annabel Lee.' His eyes clouded over again, and he put his elbows on the table, dropping his head into his hands. It was all so confusing. And it had gotten so much worse since he came here. He debated going to see a doctor about it.
"It's just.. stupid things that haunt me.. I guess I read them somewhere and they just stuck in my head or something. That happens, right?" He looked up at the boy, then shrugged his shoulders.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 0:20:56 GMT -5
Oliver frowned in contemplation. "I know I've heard that last one before." He was pretty sure he'd heard it in school, but he wasn't sure exactly where.
The other boy's words struck a chord with Oliver, though. "I suppose they do. At least you don't have what feels like flashbacks as you watch a remote control plane crash into a tree, though?" Oliver added, then instantly felt like kicking himself. He'd said it to make Baz feel better, but now he was airing his own dirty laundry for Baz to hear. And he wasn't so sure he wanted to do that.
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 0:31:07 GMT -5
"Only when I smell alcohol, ink, or freshly printed paper." He said quietly, leaning back in his chair. "And then it's this image of this small room.. Lit only by a single small lamp, the light obviously dying.. And it smells -reeks- of alcohol, ink, and paper. And the only thing I can think is that I just need a drink." 'One drink won't hurt.' "That one drink never hurt anything. But I've never drank a drink in my life. So why would I feel the need to have one so bad?" He drummed his fingers on the counter top, looking around for a moment.
"Don't let the vampires bite you.. They just confirm you aren't crazy.. That these.. visions are real.. That they're here for a reason and you.. don't know why.." He said quietly, his voice cracking, no longer sounding like Baz.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 0:36:39 GMT -5
Oliver did a literal double take. "What?" He blurted out before he could stop himself. This guy...Baz...he was going through the same thing? He'd never had a drink, yet he was flashing back, thinking that one more drink wouldn't hurt? Oliver might not regret saying anything after all...
"When that thing crashed, I blacked out for a moment. I was flying a real plane, and was losing control of it. I even heard the guy next to me say 'oh!' before...the impact." Oliver shuddered. Somehow he also knew that the impact wasn't deadly on his end in the vision, but was for the other guy. No, the impact for him was sheer pain, through his legs, through his back, through his head, everywhere. But pain wasn't death.
Oliver was already pale at the sudden conversation change, but he went even paler, if possible, at the next words. "H-H...Why?" Oliver needed answers.
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 0:48:05 GMT -5
"Because whatever this is, it's in your blood.. August bit me and told me I taste like alcohol and ink." He drew his lips together, ripping a sheet of paper out of his notebook before giving himself a paper cut with it. He squeezed the blood out onto the paper, then looked over at the guy.
"That's not ink. That's blood. Whatever this is.. these visions or flashbacks or whatever they are.. It's something about us.. Not just us here now, but us as a whole. Everything about us ever." He watched the blood pool off his finger then drop again.
"They can sense it.. It's like.. we're not what we think we are. Not who we think we are. What have I ever had to do with a clock? Nothing. I don't even own a watch." He said quietly.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 0:52:48 GMT -5
Oliver looked down at his coffee, his eyes wide as could be. "We're not normal." He stated simply. It wasn't anything new to him...he knew it wasn't normal to have these visions and dreams, but to hear that someone else had them, to hear that even the vampires could sense that something was off...
"Things have always been sort of strange, even since I was a kid. They've gotten weirder since I've come to university, though. It's like everything was shoved to the back of my mind and something is drawing everything out." In a way, that was what it was. His memories were slowly coming back from their hiding place within the depths of his soul. They were always there, they were just becoming more prominent now. To the point where Oliver could not ignore that they were there any longer. Especially not with someone else going through the exact same thing.
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 1:02:11 GMT -5
"Mine have always been there. Certain things would tick me off, you know? Trigger things? But I never really thought anything about it. But when I came here, they've gotten worse and worse. It's gotten to the point where I try and avoid other people if at all possible. Because when I space out, I don't know what happens." He pushed his notebook at him. Each of the pages had something scribbled on it. And on the back cover it had 'his heart's under the floor' scrawled across it.
"That's not even my hand writing. I don't write like that. My handwriting is tiny and neat because I use my left hand and it has to be. But some of that is literally dug into the paper."
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