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Post by taaron "tk" marie kaler on Feb 12, 2012 19:17:30 GMT -5
In the back of an alley behind the bowling center, a youn girl sat alone. Her feet stretched out, with a piece of carboard placed over thighs. A yawn stretched from her mouth, and she flicked the stub of a blunt away from her. Taaron was suppose to beside, enoying a nice evening of bowling with a couple of friends. But the friends had bailed, which left her back out in the alley.
She looked up to the sky, her eyes squiting just a bit. Her body was leaned up against the wall of the bowling alley, her hands pushing the cardboard away so she could pull her knees up to her chest. "Time to relax." She mouthed, her eyes scanning the alley up and down before she stood to her feet, deciding to take a walk. Taaron came to the street and took a left, wondering down the street and looking at the closed shops. "There never really is much fun in this town." She grumbled, wondering what she could scrounge up to do tonight.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 17, 2012 0:05:27 GMT -5
Nash was walking back from school to his father's small apartment, hoping he could get some sleep and a shower. And maybe some food. But both water and food came sparse to his father, due to the fact he was unable to work, and the military didn't give enough money to support him, let alone him and his son.
He accidentally bumped into a girl walking past. His books falling to the sidewalk. 'Sorry' he quickly gestured, squatting down to pick up his books. He held them close, collecting his papers that had fallen out.
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Post by taaron "tk" marie kaler on Feb 17, 2012 0:24:10 GMT -5
A push of her shoulder made her jump, eyes darting straight to the culprit. She looked down at his fallen books and paper, wondering if she should help. Squatting down, she picked up a few pieces of paper. "Here.." She spoke handing the papers out towards him. Taaron stood back up, looking around the street to see who was watching. Her hands checking the pockets in her coat for her phone and wallet. She looked at his arms, full of books.
"Do you want any help? Or a bag? I'm sure theres an open store that could give you a plastic bag or something.." It was against her nature, but being ditched by her friends made her lonely. The red in her eyes was slowly disappearing, but she could still feel a buzz. Taaron didn't know if she should wait for a responce or not. Most people didn't want to stop and chit chat on the street. Shrugging it off, she thought to make the best of it. At least the boy was cute. She wondered if she should introduce herself, but decided she should just let him answer her question first.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 17, 2012 0:48:40 GMT -5
Nash only caught bits and pieces of what she was saying. And they weren't even full words. It sounded like a broken tape, skipping over parts that had been ruined. And she was talking too fast for him to be able to read her lips, and piece together what she was saying.
"I.. can't hear you.." He rhasped, hugging his books closer. He bit his lip, one of his hands drumming on his elbow. He pulled his note pad out of his back pocket, flipping it open before writing something on one of the pages.
'I lost most of my hearing. You have to talk slow so I can read your lips.' He held out the small tablet to her, always feeling so innocent and vulnerable when he had to write down what everyone else would have been able to just say. Communicating with others had been much easier before his step mother tried to kill him..
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Post by taaron "tk" marie kaler on Feb 17, 2012 1:00:41 GMT -5
His raspy voice shocked her a bit, but she still took the tablet anyway. "I uh.. Do you want help carrying those?" She spoke slowly, pointing at the books. Parched, she gulped the little bit of sliva she had in her mouth. Taaron put on an innocent looking face as she blinked her eyes, trying to get rid of the small details she had of a high. Her fingers drummed against her leg, she was never really good at talking to people. She never liked talking to people either, always expecting the worse from them. A sneer crossed her face at the thought, her lip curling like the very thought disgusted her.
"I'm Tk.. by the way." She spoke to fast once again. Insead of saying it again, she pointed to herself and then did her best of signing the two letters. She had been taught once, in school, but it was only the alphabet. Tk bit at her lip, wondering if she was bothering the guy. Her eyes scanned the street, spotting a small smoothie shop still open. Looking at the booklet in her hand, she reached out and took the pen slowly from his hand. 'There's a smoothie shop, down the street. I was gonna grab a drink. You could probably get a bag in there for your books.' She wrote and handed him back the notebook. Her hand writing was much bigger than his, and probably took up more space the necessary.
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 17, 2012 1:11:03 GMT -5
He looked her over, still biting his lip. She seemed.. off. Like she were afraid he was going to jump out and bite her or something. He took the pad back to her, and couldn't help thinking of his dad. If his dad didn't take up at least two lines with one word, he wasn't content. He shook his head, smiling up at her before starting to write again.
'No, thank you. It's not much. It's just hard when you're walking and can't hear anyone coming and you're in your own thoughts. My dad can make you a smoothie if you want.' His dad's favorite thing was to play with his blender. He was always making something with it. And usually Nash was doing the running for the fruit and such. He wrote underneath his other note. 'I'm Nashville.'
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Post by taaron "tk" marie kaler on Feb 17, 2012 1:25:55 GMT -5
She looked down at the pad, trying to think of a simple way to explain what she was thinking. Tk watched him for a bit, still trying to decide if she should just walk away. "That sounds nice.." Her eyes glanced down the side-walk and pointed casually toward the direction he had been walking. "That way? I guess.." Taking a step in that direction, she hesitated. What was she doing? This was the second time she was gonna walk somewhere with a stranger. She ran her hands through her bangs, and looked over the tattoos on her arms. Seventeen and her body was already covered in ink.
Shaking her head, she walked to the side of the boy, keeping her distance. "You sure your dad won't mind?" She wasn't even sure if he heard her, and looked over at him. It would be a quiet walk to his house, she realized. Her hand played with a tiny silver chained braclet on her right wrist. Maybe it wasn't that far away? Thinking back to how her friends ditched her made her angry. A grim expression crossing her face. This could have been advoided if they would have just shown up. Taaron wasn't mad about running into the boy, but it could have been advoided and she tried to advoid meeting new people a lot. What harm could this do?..
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 17, 2012 1:34:40 GMT -5
He nodded towards where he was walking before he dropped his things. He read her lips, catching the end of her sentence. Who wouldn't mind?
"Wo-on't mind.." He choked out, then smiled. He started the walk back to the apartment, which was just around the corner. He opened the door to the small apartment, and smiled over at the man in the wheelchair. He gave him a little wave before dumping his books on the table.
He made a cup with his hand, rocking it back and forth towards his dad.
"Drink?" The man asked, looking over the girl. "Nash doesn't usually bring girls home."
"Sm.. oothie.." He rhasped, rocking his hand back and forth again. The man nodded, then gestured for Nash to come forward.
"What kind do you want?" He asked the girl, and Nash just stood there with his head down, like the odd one out.
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Post by taaron "tk" marie kaler on Feb 17, 2012 1:42:22 GMT -5
Taaron followed in behind him as he opened the door. Her eyes quickly took in her surrondings before looking over towards the man in the wheelchair. She gave a half smile at his comment about girls and looked toward Nash. "What kind of fruit do you have? Strawberries?" Shaking her shoulders, she tried to relax and took a step further into the apartment. Her hand fumbled with the heart on he silver chain, like a shy child being introduced by their parents.
Taaron looked around, wondering where his mom was. She was use to having a mom around though, but pushed the thought away. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the floor, she began to chew on her lip. "My names Taaron, sir." Her mother had always taught her to be kind to other adults, and yelled at her anytime she told an adult her nickname instead of her real name. "But..uh I prefer to be called Tk.."
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Post by nashville 'nash' aspen greer on Feb 17, 2012 1:47:13 GMT -5
"Nash can go out and get you whatever you want, dear." He said, smiling over at her. Nashville walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. He drank it carefully, not wanting to get any on him.
"Nash doesn't like being called by his name either. Not that you can really call him anymore.." You could tell he felt bad for the boy, like part of the reason his only son couldn't hear was because he had married a woman who tried to kill the boy. "You can come sit down. He usually just wanders around when company is around. After my ex wife, he isn't very fond of new people." He looked up as Nash signed something, then walked into the back.
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