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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 1:12:01 GMT -5
"Same here. I would even write my name differently as a kid..." Granted, it was a misspelling that was easy enough to brush off...what wasn't as easy to brush off was the fact that Oliver sometimes looked at his correctly spelled name and still wanted to change it to that old spelling he'd defaulted to when he was a child, despite the fact that he now knew it spelled out a different name entirely.
What Baz described sounded haunting indeed, and while Oliver couldn't say he'd had black outs quite that bad, he did have his dreams...and other odd incidences. "I'm studying aerospace engineering. Thought it would be interesting. And I make things too, like those little planes. You'd think I'd have to do a lot of research to do it, right? Well, I didn't. It's like it's all back there buried, like you and your clocks."
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 1:20:49 GMT -5
"I don't like clocks.. Clocks irritate me.. Their ticking and ticking when you're in an empty room. It drives me mad. Whatever it is about you, you like it. You're lucky. Whatever it is about me, it drives me insane. And I can't stand it. I can't sit in a room with the ticking of a clock. Or someone's heart under the floor boards. It's bad enough someone hung themself in my bed room." He put his head in his hands again. He remembered laying with Cole on the floor, and seeing the broken beam. He had been to the library and went though all the old clippings until he found an article about it.
"You've got it easy. I'm living in a Stephen King horror novel.." He said quietly, running his hands through his hair.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 12:23:07 GMT -5
"I can see where that would drive anyone nuts." Although Oliver had never experienced that one himself. He hadn't paid much attention to clocks, other than to tell time. "I'm thinking you should just stick to digital clocks...they don't make noise." He offered as a suggestion.
"Well, I can't say I like everything about it. That vision of that plane crash..." Oliver shuddered. Still, he couldn't deny that from the sound of it, he had it much better than Baz. "Still, it has it's benefits, and it doesn't sound like it has too many...or any...for you." Upon hearing that someone had actually died in Baz's room, an idea crept into his head. "Maybe you have some sort of power to see and hear the dead? That might explain a few things." It wasn't the truth, though, and didn't explain everything. It didn't explain any of the flashbacks, for example...and that was the most important part of the whole thing.
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 14:01:19 GMT -5
"It drives me crazy, sitting in class and all you hear is that ticking of the clock. It reminds me of an old movie. Like if the clock stops, you die or something. Makes me nervous." He leaned back, listening to him talk. He laughed a bit, shaking his head.
"We all see dead people, Johnny boy. Those vampires walking around don't have a beating heart. And I'm sure a bunch of these other people are walking dead. We all can see dead people. My creepy dreams don't make that any more of a fact. It just makes me feel like I've gone mad. Like.. I've lost it, you know?" He pulled a leg up beneath him, folding his arms across the table.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 14:06:51 GMT -5
Oliver laughed. He supposed Baz did have him on that one. "Well yes, but you know what I mean. Like dead people no one else can see. There's all sorts of different dead people around here, but maybe there are others that aren't visible to the naked eye, and you can see those." Little did Oliver realize that in some ways, he and Baz could be considered dead people. Dead people who came back to life, but dead people nevertheless. Oliver had died once, even if he couldn't recall it at this point.
"I feel like that sometimes too. I mean, I could actually feel what was happening in that vision. That's not what most would consider normal by any stretch of the imagination. I bet even the vampires and werewolves around town would look at us weird if we told them about that. But the fact that we're both going through it...that has to mean something. That has to mean we're not going crazy, that it's something to do with us."
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 14:20:00 GMT -5
"The only dead people I see are the ones you see, too." He said flatly. But it made him wonder if some of the people in the crowds were a little more than just.. not alive. If they were dead and walking around like the rest of them.
"Well, they don't have much of a reason to judge, now do they? That's a bit like he pot calling the kettle black. Because I wouldn't exactly consider feeding on blood and eating little girls to be normal by any standards. Unless you're some sort of cannibal. in which case, they should be locked up." He took a sip of his now watery coffee.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 14:25:03 GMT -5
Well that solved that mystery, but left several more in the open. Oliver took another sip of coffee, running a hand through his hair before quickly straightening it out. He hated having his hair messy. He hated anything on him to be too messy. He loved messing around with machinery, but even that he tried to be as neat as he possibly could.
"Yeah, I didn't say they were normal either." Oliver chuckled in spite of himself and shook his head, looking at his cloudy reflection in the coffee cup. He wasn't normal. He knew he'd never been quite normal. But just what shade of abnormal was he? It took all kinds in this town, but from what Oliver could tell, he and Baz didn't fit under any of the established kinds...
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 14:40:23 GMT -5
"This is like.. some sort of rare club that I do not want to be in." He said, downing the rest of his coffee before starting back on his essay. He pushed past all the scrawled lines, starting on the back of the sheet. He continued where he left off, writing for a few moments before he sat up again, taking a bite of his doughnut.
"This is all so strange. Not that I was ever one for normal before. But I mean, this takes the cake for weird." He said, this time with a yawn. The long hours were getting to him. He didn't even have weekends to himself anymore.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 14:44:02 GMT -5
Oliver took yet another sip. "Well it doesn't look like we have much of a choice. We just have to make the best of what we have, and try to figure out what in the world is going on. I'd rather at least know what is happening to us than be completely in the dark." Plus if they knew what was happening to them they'd be better prepared to take on whatever it was.
When Baz yawned, Oliver yawned as well. "You know, I think whoever said yawns are contagious has a point. Well, that, or we're both getting tired. Either way." He wouldn't be surprised, though it did seem a little odd to be tired while in the middle of drinking coffee. Just went to show the tolerance college students had built up to coffee...
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 15:00:23 GMT -5
"Yawns aren't contagious. They're a disease. If one person in a room full yawns, everyone will yawn. The same thing goes with the flu." He said with a laugh. He didn't know what he thought about figuring out what this was. It was like prying into someones diary. What if you found something you really didn't like?
"Mine just sounds like a bad case of selective memory. Ive got to just be remembering things I read somewhere. That makes me a lot more comfortable than dissecting myself from the inside out.." He mumbled.
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