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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 15:04:26 GMT -5
Oliver recognized the potential cons to figuring this out, but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't figure it out. By nature, he needed to get his questions answered. Normally these were mechanical questions, but apparently it applied to more than just mechanics.
"That could be, though I don't think I've read most of this stuff anywhere." In fact, he knew he hadn't. The sensations he'd felt in those dreams and visions were so real, and he knew, he just knew, those weren't things he'd read. He wouldn't have picked up those sensations from reading them.
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 15:21:56 GMT -5
Baz leaned back in his chair, feeling unsettled at the idea that he might actually be crazy. That this might not just be a case of remembering old verses from a book. Or some buried story his parents had told him when he was little. Or simply something that had stuck with him.
"I don't know..It's just a lot easier to think 'hey, I just heard this or I read this somewhere' like a song on the radio or something. Because if that's not the case, then that means I'm crazy and I really want to think I'm sane. Being crazy isn't very attractive.." He folded his arms across his chest, thinking back to Cole. He pushed the thought away, looking back over at the boy.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 15:27:41 GMT -5
Oliver didn't think it was as simple as being crazy or sane. Not in a town like this. "It may not mean you're crazy either, but I get what you're saying."
He certainly didn't want to be crazy either. He just wanted answers, per usual. Answers that no one else seemed to have. "I still say that stuff you were saying sounds familiar, so there may be something to that." Oliver stated, in an attempt to make the other guy feel better.
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 15:51:34 GMT -5
Baz shrugged, drumming his fingers on the table. "I could just use a-" 'drink.. one drink never hurt..' "-nother coffee. All these papers aren't going to write themselves." He eyes clouded over again with a misery he had never before felt. 'You're just going to end up dead in the gutter.. No one will ever know why.. You'll drink yourself to death one day.. All that writing and work; all down the drain.. Drown it away.. Drown away the pain..' He mumbled a faint 'excuse me' before walking over to the bathroom, his head in his hands.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 15:55:57 GMT -5
Oliver noted the pause, the return of the cloudy look in the other boy's eyes, and he didn't buy that there was nothing to it. Baz might have tried to play it off, but Oliver was too concerned just to let Baz excuse himself like that. Oliver didn't want to be obvious about it, but he did watch as Baz walked over to the bathroom, standing up himself and making his own journey over there.
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 12, 2012 17:28:06 GMT -5
Baz leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on his face. He did it a few more times until he finally felt okay, like himself again. He grabbed a paper towel, drying off his face. He saw the boy walk in in the mirror and started to dry off his neck. He smiled a bit, then tossed away the paper towel.
His eyes cleared, and he finally felt like himself again. Even if he was entirely drained from school. "Maybe once they place me in a class, I won't have quite as much work to do. I might have my weekends back to myself."
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 12, 2012 18:25:09 GMT -5
Oliver was glad to see that Baz appeared to have gotten himself together again. He struggled enough with these dreams, these visions, and this vague (and sometimes not so vague) feeling that he didn't quite belong. Baz, though, seemed to have it worse than he did.
"That would be good. At least if they place you in a class you might find something you enjoy, rather than being given things that are way under your level."
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