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Post by Katsuo Stride on Jun 16, 2009 4:58:27 GMT
 |  ooc: Seems like I did slight godplaying. Let me know if it's not okay! Katsuo couldn't decide whether he was happy that he was going to have a roommate or not. All things considered, there were both a lot of pros and a lot of cons to the whole thing. For one, he had always been an only child, and he would welcome the change of having someone to talk to at his "new" home for once. On the other hand, there was also the possibility that he was with someone deranged. Although, he tried to keep those thoughts positive by telling himself that a conversation between him and a deranged person would undoubtedly be an interesting one. Anyway, he was on his way to the room now. He was still in his street clothes, the ones they had arrested him in, and was beginning to wonder if someone would soon be requesting he change into some kind of uniform. Well, he figured he could at least ask his cellmate. He hadn't brought much stuff to the Institution with him. He hadn't really seen a need to. He was betting on being out of here soon. Katsuo saw everything that had happened between him and the police officers as just one big accident. He'd only been spray painting the wall as a dare, not with the intention of harming anyone. And, well, the police officer he'd attacked... He'd already tried to explain to the police in heavily-accented English when they asked. "I wasn't thinking. I just saw someone coming at me and got scared," he'd said. And that had been the truth. So Katsuo was betting, or at least hoping, that the police had understood what he'd been saying, and that Michigan State would just be a temporary thing. But that didn't mean he couldn't make friends with people he met here. He was definitely looking forward to it. And his roommate would be the first place to start. He didn't have much of a chance to think any deeper about it, as he and the security guard leading him, stopped at the room. There was the sound of jangling keys, then suddenly the door was open and Katsuo was ushered inside. "You'll be summoned for dinner." Katsuo shrugged at the mention of food, though he realized he had not really been able to eat all day, and his stomach was disagreeing with him for it. The food at the police station had not exactly been the best. He just got to wondering how many meals were provided a day--eating was something of a pasttime for him--when the cell door slammed shut in his face. Katsuo sighed and turned back around, quickly scanning the room to see what he could make of it. It was comfortable enough, small too, but it would suit. At least for a little while. It looked like he would be sleeping on a bunk bed, as well. That was when he noticed someone in the bottom bunk already, someone whose face he couldn't quite see clearly from where he was standing. Katsuo couldn't help laughing at the sight. It was just so...different. He lowered his backpack to the floor and folded his arms. "Is that where you're sleeping?" he asked, "or are you just sitting there because you like it?" Feeling a little bit better than he had seconds ago, Katsuo stepped forward and stuck his hand out. "I'm Katsuo. I think I'm going to be your roommate. Who are you and why are you hiding?"
Muse: 
Tag: Tuesday Daniels
Outfit: Outfit here!
Word Count: 678
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Post by Tuesday Daniels on Jun 16, 2009 6:26:34 GMT
 I SHOT FOR THE MOON!
but i hit the stars. [/font] ❦ ❦ ❦ [/center] Okay. So Tuesday was getting a roommate. That was good, right? Buried and cuddling Keegan tightly to his chest, Tuesday tried to breathe properly. It wasn't such a big deal. Unless his roommate was a mean and not-so-nice person. Oh man, oh man, oh man. Shifting so he could easily see Keegan's beady black eyes, Tuesday smiled weakly. "It. . .won't be too bad, right Keegan?" He asked, recieving no answer in return. Of course the tiger wouldn't answer, he thought rationally, though the comfort of just talking was easing his racing heart.
So. Back to the roommate dilemma. What if the guy was a bully? He would make fun of Tuesday. And probably take Keegan to spite him or hide the tiger away somewhere and make Tuesday beg for him back. The more Tuesday thought this over, the more and more nervous his whole being became. This wasn't really a good idea anymore. The idea of someone to talk with (albeit. . .occasionally) made Tuesday queasy. He would end up doing something that offended the guy and then he wouldn't like Tuesday anymore.
Hearing footsteps in the distance, Tuesday looked back down at Keegan. Could he really handle something like this? Tuesday grimaced and buried himself deeper on his bunk in the cell. Not fun not fun not fun. Hearing the incoming roommate and probably a guard, Tuesday glanced over at the door. Pretty soon, the handle will turn, the guard'll shove his new roommate in there and bam. Instant social interaction he'd have to endure.
Oh God that really didn't float well with Tuesday.
Hearing the door slide open with a grating finality that made Tuesday wince, he could spy another male standing where there once was an empty space. He seemed curious, by the way his eyes scanned the small room in a quick sweep. Tuesday shifted to continue his little charade of 'hiding.' His new roommate looked almost. . .intimidating with what he wore. But, making a judgment on looks alone usually was rude and ignorant.
But oh dear lord, Tuesday really hated the doctors and nurses at Michigan. They just had to put him in there with another person when they knew, they knew he was a social reject and couldn't handle social situations! They were the spawn of satan. That was what they were. Though Tuesday wouldn't admit it out loud. It just wouldn't have been nice at all. So he'd might as well take it with a grain of salt. A very, very, very large grain of salt.
Tensing at the accented sound, Tuesday scowled from behind Keegan. That sound was laughter. The roommate was laughing at him. Pouting and bringing his head away from Keegan's striped body, Tuesday looked over at the newcomer in his, or their, room. The other boy lowered his backpack and crossed his arms before talking. Shifting so that he could see the other boy better, Tuesday's pout deepened.
Okay. Deep breath in. Hold, then release. Steeling himself slightly, Tuesday tightened his grip on Keegan. ". . .it's m-m-my bed." He said, making sure that he hadn't mumbled too much at the male. It wouldn't do good if Tuesday had to constantly talk with the guy. Paling at the idea of constantly talking, Tuesday crushed Keegan against his chest.
Hearing the boy introduce himself, Tuesday mentally scolded himself. Doi, why didn't he introduce himself sooner so he wouldn't have to do it later? Sheesh. Looking down at Katsuo's hand like it could bite him, Tuesday hesitantly released his grip on Keegan and took the male's hand. He shook it gently and retreated the appendage back to cuddle Keegan to his chest.
"I-I'm Tuesday, 'n this is Keegan." Childishly holding Keegan in front of his face, Tuesday looked almost like a petulant child who hadn't gotten their way. Moving Keegan back into his arms and safely away from Katsuo, Tuesday scrunched up his nose. Okay, that was done and over with. He really needed some sort of social skills. Along with being back at home with Christofer. That would be like, amazing. No more nosy doctors, not a single encounter of the awkward other teens, and certainly no more social interactions.
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then i thought i would land ontop the city skyline
BUT I HIT THE SHORELINE! WORDS! seven oh four!
TAGGED! Katsuo!
OPINION! Hah whoa. Nothing comes to minddd. (:
LYRICS! Shorelines; The Fastest Kid Alive!
CREDIT! kickarse template made by me. and i'd appreciate it if it stayed mine. i'll gut you faster than you can say 'ohshit' if you take this credit off. (: [/size][/font] |
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Post by Katsuo Stride on Jun 17, 2009 1:13:21 GMT
| Katsuo was silent at first. He just listened to the other boy struggle to talk, somehow remaining expressionless. He almost felt as though moving alone would set his roommate off, and he didn't want to do that. They were going to be roommates, after all. And he had always been one more for making friends than enemies. When Tuesday had finished speaking, Katsuo seemed to come back to his senses. The other boy took his hand almost cautiously, and before they could really properly shake, Katsuo realized he was only grabbing onto air. He withdrew his own hand, a little surprised. "I-I'm Tuesday, 'n this is Keegan." Tuesday had raised what looked like a stuffed toy tiger in front of his face. Katsuo was reminded of a stuffed panda bear who'd been his best friend, back when he had been very little. He did a double blink. He opened his eyes wide, his smile even bigger this time than before. He was fairly certain his roommate was not ready for what he was about to say, but, he had to say it. "You are adorable, Tuesday!" He chuckled. "Kawaii desu ne..." Picking his backpack up from the floor, Katsuo moved closer to the bunkbeds and tossed it up into the air, contented by the thunking sound that followed, meaning it had landed safely somewhere on the top bunk. "Kawaii desu ne," he repeated. "It means you're very cute in Japanese. It is nice to meet you. You seem like a very nice person." Katsuo wasn't all that tall, but he had to duck slightly to see Tuesday from where he was standing. "I don't mind the top bunk," he added quickly, scanning the bunks for some kind of ladder up to the top. He didn't see one and shrugged. "But I've got ADHD," he went on, "so I should have enough energy to fly up there anyway, no problem." Katsuo decided it didn't seem appropriate to settle up on his bed right now, not while his roommate was actually in the room with him. Instead, he settled down onto the floor in front of Tuesday, crossing his legs. He wanted to talk with the other boy a little longer, maybe see if he could get him to come out of his shell. He was guessing this reclusive nature was Tuesday's reason for being in Michigan State, and he thought that was even more stupid than his reason for being here. So Tuesday was a little shy...It wasn't like he was endangering people in society. Katsuo didn't understand how the government could just snatch kids up from their homes like this and send them away. Feeling bad for Tuesday, Katsuo looked down and drummed his fingers on the floor, hoping he wasn't being too forward. "So..." Katsuo cleared his throat gently. "Why did they bring you here? Do you mind me asking?" He paused. "You know, you look like you need a good laugh. Laughing makes everything better, don't you know? I can make you laugh," he added, smiling. "You just have to let me!"
Muse: Your post was awesome--gave me a good muse! 
Tag: Tuesday Daniels
Outfit: Outfit here!
Word Count: 607
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Post by Tuesday Daniels on Jun 17, 2009 17:15:32 GMT
I SHOT FOR THE MOON!
but i hit the stars. [/font] ❦ ❦ ❦ [/center] This was really awkward.
Really
[/b] awkward. Gripping Keegan tighter against his chest, Tuesday watched Katsuo as he merely grabbed air. Whoops, maybe he should've held on and shook his hand a little bit longer. But then again. . .social situation equaled disaster for him. Pfft. Tuesday glanced down at the bedsheets on his bed and then back up at Katsuo. He blinked. Then blinked again. Tuesday frowned just a fraction of an inch. What did he do? Darting his eyes back down at Keegan's worn ears and then back up at Katsuo. The boy was smiling really widely. Which made Tuesday really, really not like that on the other male's face. A-Adorable? Huh? Breath hitching in his lungs, Tuesday watched the smile on the other male's face. Cheeks tinting red at the compliment, Tuesday was thrown for a loop when Katsuo added something else. It sounded. . .weird. Foreign probably. Cautiously watching the other boy pick up his backpack and sling it onto the bunk above Tuesday. His brown eyes followed the backpack and then locked themselves back onto Katsuo's form. Yeah, he'd really appreciate it if he had his own room now. Maybe he could fake a panic attack. Oh wait. That would make him seem a bit more fucked up than he already was, so Tuesday shrugged. Nothing to do then but grin and bear it. Not noticing Katsuo's sudden move forward, he was sort of startled. Eyes wide, Tuesday tried not to scream girlishly at the appearance of Katsuo in his personal bubble. Well hell. Guess he really deserved to be in Michigan. He already was a social retard anyway, what's to keep him from just diving off the deep end completely and become one of those forest hermits. He'd end up growing an icky beard and hunt deer and he'd end up becoming a legend or something. "Hey, have you heard about that wildman, Tuesday? He lives up in the woods out there and supposedly eats children if they're lost!"Wow Tuesday. Wonderful imagination you have there. Mentally rolling his eyes at his silly idea, Tuesday tilted his head at the accented voice. Oh. Katsuo was talking. Nodding his head slowly, the familiar burn of a blush crossing his cheeks. He hated when he zoned out. It was rude enough he wasn't paying attention. He really should start trying to keep his focus on the speaker. "O-O-Oh. . . um. Th-Thank you?" Grasping Keegan's ears tightly with his fingers, Tuesday looked up at the other boy and smiled, albeit weakly. Katsuo seemed to look around about the bunk bed, searching for a way to get up there perhaps. There really wasn't. It took Tuesday at least four or five tries to actually get up and down on the bed. So he opted to spend as much time as possible on the ground. In the bottom bunk bed. Seeing the ducking form of Katsuo in front of him, Tuesday glanced back down at Keegan. Yeah, he really hated this right about now. Hearing the boy speak about ADHD made Tuesday pale just a little bit. He knew what that was and it really didn't sound like he would be able to handle Katsuo in here. Tightening and loosening his grip on Keegan's body, Tuesday perked up at the sound of Katsuo's voice. Oh. He was asking about his disorder. Er, well. Katsuo did tell him what was wrong with him. So it'd be fair if Tuesday did the same, right? Fiddling with Keegan as he wondered how to word it, Tuesday finally looked up over at Katsuo. "U-U-Uhm. I. . . I have a-avoidant personality disorder. . ." Biting his lip afterwords, Tuesday looked up just as Katsuo started to speak once more. Huh? L-Laugh? Like, haha funny laughter? Blinking his brown eyes owlishly at the other male, Tuesday tilted his head. "L-L-Laugh. Really?" he asked quietly, his head still tilted off to the side like a curious puppy. He really didn't like the sound of that proposition. Of course, he could laugh at things. He wasn't a mute person. He just didn't. . .laugh when others were around. Or Christofer was around when he laughed. Blinking again, Tuesday glanced down at Keegan in his arms. Hum. "What do you. . .think Keegan?" He asked simply, his voice quiet and wavery. Maybe Keegan could shed some light on things. Ha. Ha. That was a really funny joke he made. Not. But, asking out loud seemed like a good idea at the time. To Tuesday though, it sounded more like a freak and even more of someone who deserved to be in Michigan. "E-E-E-Erm." Realizing he wasn't alone, Tuesday jerked his head up to lock eyes with Katsuo. Oh man, that was a smooth move. You just like to screw everything up, don't you Tues? [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] ❦ ❦ ❦
then i thought i would land ontop the city skyline
BUT I HIT THE SHORELINE! WORDS! eight oh three!
TAGGED! Katsuo!
OPINION! Haha, thanks. Your posts are the same wayy.
LYRICS! Shorelines; The Fastest Kid Alive!
CREDIT! kickarse template made by me. and i'd appreciate it if it stayed mine. i'll gut you faster than you can say 'ohshit' if you take this credit off. (: [/size][/font] |
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Post by Katsuo Stride on Jun 18, 2009 2:12:45 GMT
| Katsuo was trying to decide if loitering on the floor as he was was such a good idea after all. He had a number of things to consider when weighing his options here. There was his hope to make better friends with his roommate. That seemed a necessity. Yet there was also the shocked, fearful expression on the other boy's face. His response hadn't even been a full one, so Katsuo got the feeling his sitting there was causing a lot more trouble than it was worth. But he didn't want to just give up on them. He would just have to keep trying to figure out a better way to communicate with the other boy. Tuesday told him he had avoidant personality disorder. Katsuo nodded, then shrugged. "I don't know what that is, but if you ask me, Tuesday, I just think you're a little shy. You shouldn't be here in Michigan State. And neither should I." He hesitated, bit his lip, then went back to drumming his fingers on the floor for a little entertainment. He had begun to notice how dismal the cell was. It was a pretty pitiful gray. If he'd known that beforehand, he would have stuffed all manner of colorful posters and thingamabobs in his bag before coming. No wonder Tuesday was so reclusive. Being in this room couldn't help. "L-L-Laugh. Really?"Katsuo nodded again and smiled. Tuesday's reaction was childlike, but just plain sweet. He was harmless. "What do you. . .think Keegan?"As he turned to the old , stuffed animal for an answer, Katsuo watched carefully. It was almost like Tuesday and Keegan were actually having a conversation. There was a lot of love and trust in that relationship. But Katsuo knew that if Tuesday could trust his toy that much, then there must be some left for actual people. When Tuesday met eyes with Katsuo again, he seemed speechless. Katsuo decided he'd better clarify things more. Maybe that was why his roommate was still wary with him. "You know, I was arrested by the police...but not for ADHD. That would just be stupid, right?" Katsuo sighed. "I take my medicine. I try really hard not to be too crazy...even if I am being a little crazy right now. You can let me know, okay? Just say, 'Katsuo, shut up and leave me alone.' And I will." He hoped he looked a little less enthusiastic than he had before. He didn't want to keep frightening the other male into submission. "Anyway," he went on, "I was stupid and did a dare from someone. Just spray-painting a wall...But then the police caught me and I got scared and..." Katsuo hesitated again. Did he really want to be telling this to Tuesday? Make him more nervous? Bah, it was better he tell him himself than the other boy found out from another inmate or something. "...and I attacked the police officer. Not on purpose, though. I was just scared." He sighed. "And that's it. It was all an accident. So don't be too worried about me, Tuesday," he went on. "I'm probably not half as crazy as some of the people here. And neither are you." Katsuo waited for a moment to find out the other boy's reaction, then smiled, clapped his hands together, and got to his feet, trying to decide the best way he could get to the top bunk without a ladder. The thought of just lying there and doing nothing killed him, but he was certain Tuesday wanted some alone time. "Don't mind me," Katsuo told Tuesday softly, hopping onto the bottom bunk and leaning out through the opening between the two beds to try and hoist himself into the top one. "I'll be out of Keegan and your ways in a second." But he was secretly hoping the other boy would stop him.
Muse: Pretty good
Tag: Tuesday Daniels
Outfit: Outfit here!
Word Count: 733
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Post by Tuesday Daniels on Jun 18, 2009 12:55:41 GMT
I SHOT FOR THE MOON!
but i hit the stars. [/font] ❦ ❦ ❦ [/center] Oh, of course. Nodding his head slightly, Tuesday tightened his grip on Keegan. Katsuo probably didn't know what that disorder was. It made him feel pretty damn outcasted, yet. . .here this guy was talking to him like he never had a problem with Tuesday's disorder. A weak smile flitted across his face at Katsuo's words and Tuesday couldn't have tightened his grip on Keegan any further.
As fast as the small smile appeared, it faded as soon as Katsuo spoke about not supposed to be here. Did. . . Michigan State make a mistake or something? They couldn't have, right? Nibbling on his lip and glancing back and forth between Katsuo and Keegan, Tuesday pouted. Blinking curiously at Katsuo, the brown haired Tuesday tilted his head.
Quiet throughout the whole confession. . .thingy, Tuesday's eyes were wide with surprise. Oh. Maybe that was why Katsuo said he shouldn't have been here. It was just. . .an unfortunate accident. The poor boy. Looking down at Keegan and then back at Katsuo once more, Tuesday smiled just a tiny bit.
Okay, so maybe he was getting just a little bit better at socializing, it was really hard though to keep from shrieking and begging to get out of there to find a quiet place to stay. Gulping down the obvious nervousness Tuesday was showing, he looked back over at Katsuo.
Shaking his head back and forth, Tuesday pouted. "I-I-I wouldn't. . .do that. It's ru-rude to tell people. . .to do that." Lips pulled into a childish pout and frown combination, Tuesday pulled Keegan up closer to his chest. Keegan should be able to talk, Tuesday mused silently. Then he could give Katsuo and Tuesday some advice.
Maybe Tuesday should lay off the late nights talking with Keegan. He was talking with the stuffed tiger more and more often now. Perking up at the sound of Katsuo's continuing voice, Tuesday bit his lip in thought. He had attacked a police officer. It sounded almost like what he had done. Except. . .without the police.
Looking over at Katsuo with a small and thin smile, Tuesday toyed with Keegan's ears. ". . .th-thank you. For telling m-m-me this. U-Um, and saying. . .I'm not c-crazy." Looking away with a small sheepish smile, Tuesday wondered if Katsuo really meant that. Sometimes. . people liked to lie to make themselves feel better.
Jolting at the loud clap, Tuesday whipped his head to focus on Katsuo, who seemed to start to get up on his feet. Biting his lip harder, Tuesday glanced down at Keegan. Tensing at the sound of the other male's voice, Tuesday watched in sort of awe as Katsuo hopped up on Tuesday's bed and started to look around the bunk.
Looking down at Keegan's dark beady eyes, Tuesday gulped. "H-Hey. . u-u-um. Kat. . .suo?" Okay, so now that he got the other boy's attention (hopefully), now he had to talk. Easy peasy. Gulping once more, Tuesday looked over at Katsuo.
"Y-Y-You can stay. . .down here. And. . .talk? With me?" He did it. Sort of. He felt kind of light headed and he really didn't like the way his heart was pounding. That fight or flight sense in his mind was screaming at him and he'd really like it if he could go and pass out now, but not in front of his roommate?
Tightening his grip on Keegan, Tuesday tilted his head and smiled. "I-I-It's your. . .room as we-we-well as mi-mi-mine. So, e-e-erm. . .stay and. . .ahh." Hum, that poetic speech sounded so much more better in his head than right about now. Blushing in obvious embarrassment, Tuesday buried his head in Keegan's body.
That could've probably been better, but apparently Fate had something against Tuesday today. Peaking out from behind Keegan's body, Tuesday bit his lip and waited for Katsuo to obviously reject his offer to stay. Cause, who would want to talk to someone like him?
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then i thought i would land ontop the city skyline
BUT I HIT THE SHORELINE! WORDS! six fifty eight!
TAGGED! Katsuo!
OPINION! Hum. Just a teeny bit shorter than I usually do. Must be the effect of not enough sleep. ;--;
LYRICS! Shorelines; The Fastest Kid Alive!
CREDIT! kickarse template made by me. and i'd appreciate it if it stayed mine. i'll gut you faster than you can say 'ohshit' if you take this credit off. (: [/size][/font] |
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Post by Katsuo Stride on Jun 20, 2009 3:26:56 GMT
| Katsuo actually laughed when Tuesday told him he could never just ask him to shut up. He merely shrugged his shoulders again, beaming. "It really wouldn't bother me, you know. Lots of people have said that. 'Katsuo, you talk too much. Katsuo, shut your mouth.' I usually deserve it," he said honestly. And that was true. He'd always felt a little lonely at home growing up, due to his being an only child. But it was probably for the best. There was just enough space for him and his parents at home. If there had been siblings, he would undoubtedly have been sharing a room with them. And sharing a room with them would have meant that they would have had to endured Katsuo's restless sleeping habits. There had been countless times when he'd had to talk himself to sleep. By the time Tuesday had thanked Katsuo, he was already moving for the other boy's bed, nodding supportively in his direction. If Tuesday was so grateful to hear someone tell him he wasn't crazy, Katsuo was beginning to wonder how many times a day he did hear it...Or at least was treated like he was? As Katsuo had made his way onto the lower bunk, he had noticed a trace of a smile on Tuesday's face. He'd decided in that moment that even if he had to sit in pained silence on the top bunk for the rest of the evening, the fact that he'd gotten...what was it....oh, the guy with avoidant personality disorder to smile was pleasant enough. Katsuo was seriously counting himself lucky that he'd gotten such a passive roommate in comparison to what could have been. He searched avidly for a means of getting up to the top bunk, but there really didn't seem to be a way. At this point, he was leaning out the opening between the two beds, holding onto the bed frame with his hands and resting his chin on the top bunk mattress. There was no ladder, and not even a bar to keep the sleeper on top from rolling off and onto the floor. And the bed seemed high enough up for Katsuo. He regretted thinking about the fact that he was the kind of sleeper who kicked, rolled, and twisted the crap out of his sheets. He was trying to convince himself that he'd get used to tumbles out of the bed after the third or so time, but he still couldn't believe a place that acted so like a mental institution would allow for that kind of hazard. He rolled his eyes at the thought. "H-Hey. . u-u-um. Kat. . .suo?"Katsuo somehow still heard his roommate even though he was leaning out between the beds. His face was still kind of stuck in the top bunk mattress, which he'd begun to notice did not smell all that pleasant, and all he could manage was a muffled, "Mhm?" "Y-Y-You can stay. . .down here. And. . .talk? With me?"Katsuo paused in what he was doing. He was actually surprised. "I-I-It's your. . .room as we-we-well as mi-mi-mine. So, e-e-erm. . .stay and. . .ahh."Katsuo literally took a moment of silence to just smile to himself. He wasn't remotely close to being a counselor here, and this was only his first day, but already he could see that the other boy he'd known for less than a day had improved somewhat. Sure, he hadn't finished his sentence, sure there was more people could be doing for him... But Katsuo was just happy he'd asked him to stay at all. Pleased with the whole thing and still smiling, Katsuo let go of the bed frame thinking he would swing back onto Tuesday's bunk and thank him, but instead he found himself falling. "Eh?" Time actually seemed to slow down, before Katsuo landed with a semi-unhealthy-sounding thunk on the floor. There was another moment of silence, one that Katsuo suddenly felt was lasting for too long, before he managed a nervous laugh, and putting on his happiest expression, said, "Um. Ta Da!"
Muse: Don't know why I took so long. I'm sorry! (><)
Tag: Tuesday Daniels
Outfit: Outfit here!
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Post by Tuesday Daniels on Jun 21, 2009 2:39:56 GMT
I SHOT FOR THE MOON!
but i hit the stars. [/font] ❦ ❦ ❦ [/center] Hearing Katsuo's laugh made Tuesday wince and then look over at the male. He shrugged and then spoke. It wasn't just nothing. You just didn't up and tell someone to shut up, even if they wouldn't. It was rude and not nice in the slightest! "It-It's still rude. . ." He mumbled softly, looking down at Keegan in his arms. He couldn't count how many times people have told him to shove off out of the way and gotten rudely pushed aside just because he wouldn't talk with them or get ruffled up with their insults.
Katsuo seemed to be deeply interested in getting back up to the top bunk and Tuesday gripped Keegan tighter. Seeing the nod sent his way, Tuesday raised his shoulders up and let them fall in a sort of weak shrug. He really. . . didn't have anything else to talk about now. It was just like his mind shut down. The room was silent for a while, excluding the sounds of Katsuo shuffling around for a way to get to his own bed and possibly relax. This was really quite a odd predicament.
Looking down at Keegan's beady black eyes, Tuesday could feel the stuffed tiger's stare. Tuesday could easily imagine the tiger's shocked expression if he was actually real. To think, he was talking with someone new. Someone other than Kara, someone other than Christofer and Keegan. Whoa, that was actually really surprising. Pulling his legs up close to his body, he rested his head on his knees, watching Katsuo seemingly shuffle about for a good perch to get back up onto the top bunk bed.
Quietly sitting there, Tuesday fiddled with Keegan's tail. He had no clue what to do now. Blinking back a squeak of surprise, Tuesday's head swiveled to the other boy in the room. He had acknowledged Tuesday's tiny voice and he answered back, a but muddled from the matress he was currently face-to-face with. Watching with morbidly wide eyes, Tuesday was surprised when Katsuo let go of the bedframe. With a loud squeak of shock, Katsuo tumbled to the ground.
Wincing and scrambling to move his knees from his face, Tuesday peered over at Katsuo. Keegan's floppy head tickled the underside of his chin, but Tuesday ignored it, a worried frown on his face. It was really really quiet. Tense and the silence lasted way too long. Eyes wide, Tuesday watched as Katsuo stood up and laughed nervously. A happy face was plastered on the boy as he spoke.
Biting his lip, Tuesday watched the boy for a moment longer before grimacing and moving to his feet. "Ah-Ah. . . are you a-a-alright?" His voice was semi loud in the silence, still quite soft, but easily heard. Tuesday looked up at the top bunk bed where Katsuo fell off. It didn't seem like a long way down, but it sure sounded like it hurt. Still on his feet, Tuesday tilted his head as he clutched Keegan and waited for Katsuo's reply.
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then i thought i would land ontop the city skyline
BUT I HIT THE SHORELINE! WORDS! five oh three!
TAGGED! Katsuo!
OPINION! bleh. just a teeny bit short again. >-<
LYRICS! Shorelines; The Fastest Kid Alive!
CREDIT! kickarse template made by me. and i'd appreciate it if it stayed mine. i'll gut you faster than you can say 'ohshit' if you take this credit off. (: [/size][/font] |
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Post by Katsuo Stride on Jun 22, 2009 2:40:33 GMT
| Katsuo's nervous laugh ebbed away when he saw Tuesday's horrified expression. He was actually on his feet, he was so surprised. Katsuo immediately had mixed feelings--one, he wanted to laugh again, because he felt stupid and he'd made his roommate think it was a lot more serious than it was, two... Nah. He just felt stupid now that he'd concerned Tuesday so much. Looking at the old stuffed animal in the other boy's hands, Katsuo almost felt like he'd worried the toy tiger as well. Tuesday and Keegan seemed to be staring at him from above as one shocked unit. "Ah-Ah. . . are you a-a-alright?"Katsuo raised his hands to signal that he was okay and nodded his head, insistently. "Believe me when I say I've done worse." Bouncing back up onto his knees, Katsuo angled his head back and rubbed his backside. "At least I landed on my butt--even if it is too bony for a good landing." He laughed again. He realized that even though he'd obviously brought sufficient worry to his new roommate, he had also gotten the other guy to open up more. For some reason, and he didn't know Tuesday well enough yet to know if this was true or not, Katsuo felt as though the other boy had been doing a lot more talking than he would normally. It felt good to think about, at least. But something else about Tuesday's whole ordeal was making Katsuo curious. So he thought Tuesday didn't belong here in Michigan State. He'd said it to the other boy's face already and he'd meant it.... So why was he here? Katsuo had to admit, he definitely wanted to know what had happened with his roommate that had led to him being taken here. He'd sort of explained his situation, so maybe Tuesday wouldn't mind doing the same now. At least it would get the attention off of Katsuo's clumsy fall. Knowing that what he was going to ask next probably wasn't on the top of Tuesday's list of things to hear, Katsuo took another moment of silence. His gaze returned to the top bunk, a bed he knew sooner or later he would have to settle down in, and he bit his lip. "Tuesday, if it isn't--Okey dokey. Let me say this first. You can tell me to shut up if you don't want to answer this. Remember that, because I don't mind." He swallowed a lump that had inexplicably risen in his throat. "I guess I am just curious to know how you got here. I was saying I didn't think you belonged here, you know? We have been talking just-ah fine." He struggled with his heavily accented English. When he was nervous, even only a tad so, his accent seemed to make itself more prominent when he was speaking, even if he was the only one to acknowledge it. "Like old friends even," he continued, choosing to ignore his own problems. "It isn't anyone else's business if you didn't want to talk to them. So they had no right to put you in here, if that was the reason." He puffed out his cheeks. "So what happened? And if you don't want to answer...Hmm..." Katsuo took a moment to ponder what else they could do. Realizing he knew very little about Michigan State, given it was his first day here, he came up with something relatively quickly. "If you don't want to answer, would you like to give me a tour of this place?" Katsuo smiled brightly. Tuesday already seemed like an old friend.
Muse: Pretty good!
Tag: Tuesday Daniels
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Post by Tuesday Daniels on Jun 22, 2009 5:46:07 GMT
I SHOT FOR THE MOON!
but i hit the stars. [/font] ❦ ❦ ❦ [/center] The signal Katsuo shot him made Tuesday visibly relax and smile weakly. At least the other boy wasn't hurt at all. Hearing Katsuo talk like that made Tuesday wonder how many times exactly the guy had been roughed around with. Seeing Katsuo joke about his bony butt, Tuesday bit his lip. A hint of an amused smile appeared on his face. He sure knew how to cheer someone up. Or at least coax a smile from them. Looking down at Keegan, Tuesday nodded his head once. Just to make sure Keegan knew all was well.
Tuesday sat back down on his bed and glanced over at Katsuo. "Th-That's. . . good you're not. . . h-hurt." He murmured in relief. At least the other male hadn't hurt himself too much. Gripping Keegan to his chest, Tuesday fidgeted where he sat. He didn't know what to say now. And for some reason, since he relished in the quietness he usually had to himself, he actually didn't like this silence as much as he would've. Maybe it was because of his new roommate. Bubbly and excitable.
It wasn't someone Tuesday normally hung out with, if he hung out with anyone at all. It was odd that he was so comfortable around this guy. Excluding the small bouts of panic that welled up sometimes, Tuesday was completely at ease. Why in the world was that happening now? He probably wouldn't even been in Michigan State if he had a friend like Katsuo. Grimacing at the idea, Tuesday pulled his legs up to sit criss crossed on the bed.
Noting that the quiet seemed to be stretched for a seemingly long time, Tuesday dared a glance up at Katsuo. He seemed like he was debating on whether or not to speak. thingying his head to the side like a curious puppy, Tuesday wondered what he wanted to ask. Remembering the other teen had told Tuesday why he was there in Michigan State made Tuesday's stomach drop at least five stories almost.
He probably wanted to know why Tuesday was there. It was at least fair. Katsuo told him why he was there, why should Tuesday be stingy and keep his reasons to himself? Worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, Tuesday watched Katsuo with a sort of worried glance. The brown haired boy on the floor looked up over at Tuesday. Tuesday tightened his grip on Keegan and locked his dark brown eyes with the other's own brown orbs.
Hearing Katsuo start to talk, Tuesday slowly nodded along. He knew it. Katsuo just simply wondered why in the world anyone would shove Tuesday in this place. He didn't have anything wrong with him. But Tuesday did, because why else would his parents turn their backs on him and shove him here? He just wasn't enough like Christofer. Bubbly, social and an all-around good boy. Tuesday wasn't. He was the shy, reserved and annoyingly clingy son.
Biting his lip, Tuesday debated in his head whether or not to answer Katsuo. It was only fair, his mind supplied, that you return the favor. Since Katsuo did share his reason he was here. The accent that suddenly appeared made Tuesday wonder if the boy was nervous. He seemed to know English quite well and had a barely there accent. Maybe it only happened when he really was nervous. Sort of like the stuttering Tuesday did when he was nervous.
Gulping in a mouthful of air, Tuesday exhaled with a small sigh. Loosening and tightening his grip on Keegan, he gave Katsuo a weak smile. He shrugged helplessly and opened his mouth to speak. "Ah-Ah. . . um. Me 'n my brother were. . . on our own lots when we were. . . growing up." Tuesday murmured, fingering Keegan's stripes with earnest. "They. . . coddled us lots when. . . we were younger, you know? Bu-But, they had work to do. . ."
Looking up at Katsuo, Tuesday took another shaky breath. He really didn't like this, but it was only fair. An eye for an eye kind of deal. Shrugging, Tuesday continued with his slow and stuttery speech. "So. . . um. I was left alone a lot with my brother Ch-Christofer. And Keegan. It. . . was sort of fine for a while. Th-Though. . . the teachers and other students. . . wondered a lot. I didn't like. . . answering questions, talking in g-g-general. Then. . . in high school, this. . . girl. . . um. . asked me out." Wincing, Tuesday bit his lip and tugged Keegan's ears rather harshly.
"I sorta. . . panicked and h-hid in an. . . empty classroom. No one could. . . y'know. . get me out. Finally though . . . um. Mom and d-d-dad took me to a. . . psychiatrist. He s-s-s-said. . . I had 'avoidant personalty di-di-disorder.' M-My parents heard. . . about Michigan. . and um. I'm. . . here now. . ." Finishing up, Tuesday glanced down at Keegan, face uneasy and sort of paler than usual.
There, that wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. Nevermind, that was the hardest thing he ever said. A lot of talking too. Feeling his heart racing in his chest, Tuesday made sure he couldn't see Katsuo's reaction to his long explaination. "U-U-Uhm. . . I don't think mo-mom and dad. . . wanted a kid who c-c-couldn't even handle the. . . social parties they. . liked to host. Ch-Christofer says. . . it's not my fault exactly. Bu-But it is." Tuesday piped in, his voice insistant yet quiet. It was so his fault his parents shoved him here like a bad seed. He wasn't fit for society, he heard his dad saying once, so he was the one to be shoved in Michigan.
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then i thought i would land ontop the city skyline
BUT I HIT THE SHORELINE! WORDS! nine hundred seventy three!
TAGGED! Katsuo!
OPINION! haha, that was a fun post.
LYRICS! Shorelines; The Fastest Kid Alive!
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Post by Katsuo Stride on Jun 24, 2009 3:26:22 GMT
| Tuesday's hesitation immediately made Katsuo feel bad. He didn't want to have the other boy feeling anxious now just because he'd been curious. He was thinking of waving a hand and dismissing the whole idea--he honestly didn't mind doing something else, like touring the Instituion--but Tuesday had already begun to speak. Katsuo sat in silence the entire time Tuesday spoke, something which was normally relatively difficult for him to do. He'd always had a hard time listening,, even if he really wanted to. His mind was always at work, barely spending time focusing on one thing before moving onto the next. Most of the time, Katsuo admitted that his mind seemed to, well...have a mind of its own. He was hardly in control of it. Yet for some reason, as Tuesday spoke now, he was completely aware of what was being said. And he felt really bad. When his roommate had finished speaking,, Katsuo immediately opened his mouth to talk. No need for any more awkward silences. He didn't want to make Tuesday feel any more uncomfortable than he already seemed. He just hoped he didn't blurt out anything stupid. He wasn't the best at thinking before he acted. "Coddling is fine," Katsuo said softly. Then he smiled. "Coddling means you are loved. If your parents did not coddle you, then...then, they would be bad parents." He nodded his head, pretty confident that he was speaking the truth in those regards. "And you know, I still stand by what I said before. Your story does not prove anything.. Not a thing.. You are just a little shy. I know many many shy people, and none of them are in Michigan State." Another truth. He was fairly certain he'd seen people with worse cases than Tuesday, people who wouldn't even blink an eye at you, they were so antisocial. Although, he had to admit that he had not yet met someone with such a close affiliation to a stuffed tiger. Then again, he had also not met an anti-social who had been half as kind as Tuesday. His roommate really was a unique case. A unique case, he still firmly believed, who had been placed in the wrong location. "And as for the girl..." Katsuo continued. He leaned in really close, as though he were handling a very important secret. In a way, he was. Tuesday's confession had pretty much been forced out of him. At least, Katsuo didn't believe it had been willing. He felt a little selfish thinking about it that way. "As for the girl, I do not blame you. I would have run too. High school girls can be scary sometimes." He winked and backed away again, scooting across the floor until his back was against the opposite wall. He figured as long as they were sitting here and chatting still, there was no need for him to make a second climbing-attempt-turn-fall until when it was necessary. It seemed to Katsuo that Tuesday had gone through a lot worse than he had. If he had been in that situation...well, he probably wouldn't have handled it quite as well as Tuesday seemed to be doing.. Something else was bothering Katsuo too. Something Tuesday had said about his own parents. "M-My parents heard. . . about Michigan. . and um. I'm. . . here now. . ."Katsuo sighed inwardly. He knew what those words entailed. Tuesday's parents had been very willing to send him here, to this prison. Of course poor Tuesday was going to think this was where he belonged if his own family had encouraged it. Katsuo almost couldn't believe such a thing. His parents had been totally against it, he could well remember the nervous distress on their faces when he'd been "sentenced" to Michigan State. Yet Tuesday's parents had just tossed him away like an old toy, kind of like Keegan. Katsuo looked at the animal at the thought, but refrained from bringing up anything remotely related to what had just gone through his head. He didn't plan on taking back his comment about Tuesday's parents either. His roommate either believed his parents loved him or not, and if Katsuo's happy words about coddling had given Tuesday reason to believe the latter, there was no use in making things bitter. "Do you like it here?" Katsuo asked rather suddenly. He looked up from the floor. "If not, I'd be really willing to help you get out of here. And not the hard way." He got to his feet and dusted himself off. "If you can talk like this to crazy old me, you could talk to anyone. We could go right now to a counselor and show them what you can do. You're a very nice person, Tuesday. I wouldn't think nice people existed in Michigan State." He paused. "Oh, and Keegan...well, tigers don't belong behind bars, don't you think?"
Muse: Not so bad (just feel bad I took so long to reply  )
Tag: Tuesday Daniels
Outfit: Outfit here!
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Post by Tuesday Daniels on Jun 24, 2009 4:50:01 GMT
I SHOT FOR THE MOON!
but i hit the stars. [/font] ❦ ❦ ❦ [/center] Tuesday's fingers deftly went to work fidgeting and pulling at the worn tiger's ears rather harshly, the fabric stretching out. He couldn't help but be really nervous. Looking down at Keegan, he could easily see the not so amused look on Keegan's face if he was alive. Wincing again and halting his minstrations on Keegan's ears, Tuesday lifted his head to dare a glance at Katsuo.
The way the other male opened his mouth made Tuesday slightly nervous. Was he going to blurt out how stupid that would sound? His parents dumped him here for a reason and Tuesday deserved it. At least, that's what Tuesday imagined what Katsuo was going to say. Until the boy actually opened his mouth to speak, Tuesday wouldn't know squat. Pulling at Keegan's ears more gently this time, Tuesday listened attentively at the words coming from Katsuo's mouth.
Blinking, Tuesday frowned. Of course his parents were the bestest there was! Until they tossed him in here that is. Nodding his head, Tuesday bit his lip rather harshly and wasn't surprised when the coppery taste of blood met his taste buds. Katsuo was right, but not quite, Tuesday realized with a wistful smile. His mom and dad absolutely abhored anything that had to do with him and Keegan.
He could remember what he heard lots of times behind closed doors of his parents' rooms. "No son of mine will carry around such a childish toy!" The most frequent things he heard were something along those lines. Either that or it was his mom trying to coax him into a suit and out into the big wide world. It really was a futile endevour to try and do. Tuesday would end up stealing himself away in a remote location of the house or even to the local gas station.
It depended on how badly his parents wanted to show off with their money. The bigger the social event, the more likely Tuesday was supposed to attend. He had narrowly avoided most of them, but he was forced to go to one once. It was horrible. Tightening his grip on Keegan, Tuesday visibly shuddered at the memory. Lifting his head at the sound of Katsuo's voice, Tuesday nearly shrieked in surprise at how close the other boy had gotten.
He was leant in super close, as if telling a petty and secretive secret. Blinking owlishly, Tuesday's lips parted in surprise at the 'secret.' Whoa. That wasn't expected, he mused, lips already parted and snorting quietly in amusement. Katsuo winked and returned to his place just as Tuesday was able to register the other male wasn't in such close proximity any longer. Tuesday bit his lip again, the stinging sensation back with a vengance.
Opting to ignore it, Tuesday easily gripped onto Keegan a bit tighter. Katsuo was right. High school girls were extremely frightening, especially if they caught wind you were single and not taken. That girl that had came up to him wasn't the first though. He had avoided plenty of offered dates, tactfully moving them toward Christofer's expertise. It was endearing to see Christofer come back from a date and hug and ruffle his hair. Then he'd babble about how amazing and how much the recent girl was 'the one!' for him.
He missed that.
He truely missed hanging out with Christofer. He missed the times they would just sit there and talk and talk and talk about nothing and everything underneath the sun. But. . . he couldn't do that. Maybe an occasional letter or two— carefully monitored by the staff of Michigan State— or once in a blue moon; a phone call. But those weren't enough for the face-to-face meetings Tuesday was missing.
Feeling his chest constrict tightly at the thought of Christofer, Tuesday shook his head and banished those scary thoughts from his mind. Now wasn't the time to come and mope in front of his roommate. It was silly and childish. Perking up at Katsuo's voice once more, Tuesday frowned. Did he like it here? Did he really like being far away from Christofer? No, he didn't but. . . he sort of liked it here.
Besides the occasional sessions he was supposed to take with a counsellor, he was practically free to do whatever. He could easily just hide away near the backwall if people were bothering him. Or the forest, the memorials. . . yeah. He sort of liked it here, as crazy as it sounded in his mind, he didn't want to go home to his parents. He really didn't. What if he relapsed back into his extremely avoidant shell when his parents believed him 'cured'?
They'd just send him back.
They'd send him back and he'd have to start all over again. "Do. . . I li-li-like it here?" Whispering, Tuesday frowned and tilted his head as he tried to make a decision. It was hard. One hand, there was Christofer. He could be with Christofer and be his "adorable little bitty baby brother!" all the time and his cuddles and play-fights. It sounded like practically heaven.
But his mom and dad would probably want their youngest at home. With them. That hand held social parties, the disapproving looks shot his way behind his back, gossip, his parents telling him this out loud. That didn't sound like much fun at all. They would make him go to those parties. Get him dressed up, show him off like a puffed up poodle and then bam. His parents would just go back to overworking themselves again. Leaving him and Keegan alone again.
Lip trembling slightly, Tuesday shook his head. ". . .I-I-I don't. . . wanna go home." Before Katsuo could object or speak again, Tuesday looked down at Keegan and then back at the other boy. "N-N-N-Not because. . . I don't. . . like my parents. . but. . they sent me here. It's. . . m-m-my fault. . .they didn't have a normal. . . son." Biting his lip, Tuesday looked up at Katsuo with a weak smile.
"I mi-miss. . . Christofer lots. But. . . he's busy with college. I-I-I know he'd be. . . esctatic I'm back. . . but he's had e-enough time to start his own. . . thing. His. . . ow-ow-own routine. And the. . . counsellors are. . . scary." Making a face, Tuesday hid behind Keegan just as Katsuo stood up.
Finally realizing he was continuously babbling, his mouth glued itself shut as he pulled his legs up against his chest. Great. He was doing allll the talking and wasn't letting Katsuo into the conversation at all. Smooth as silk Tuesday. That was sheer genius. Biting his lip and wincing at the sudden sharp pain in the flesh, Tuesday looked up from behind Keegan.
"I-I-I'm sorry. . . I talked. . . . wa-wa-way too much." He apologized. Slamming his eyes shut, Tuesday grimaced and waited for the inevetible scolding he would surely get for talking the poor boy's ear off. 'You just can't do anything right, can you Tues?' He scolded himself, worrying his lip even harder with his teeth.
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then i thought i would land ontop the city skyline
BUT I HIT THE SHORELINE! WORDS! one thousand one hundred ninety two!
TAGGED! Katsuo!
OPINION! I surprise myself when I hit the thousands in a post. Whoa.
LYRICS! Shorelines; The Fastest Kid Alive!
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Post by Katsuo Stride on Jun 25, 2009 1:46:00 GMT
| Katsuo had no idea what thoughts were running through Tuesday's head, but judging by his motions on the stuffed tiger, they couldn't be anything too light. Katsuo was aware that he was asking a lot of his roommate, questioning him like this. He wondered if he was doing it out of selfish curiosity, or if he was hoping by getting Tuesday to talk, it would do some good. He hoped it wasn't the former... "Do. . . I li-li-like it here?"Katsuo nodded and waited patiently for the other boy's response. Even though he was sure he knew the answer already. As he'd expected, Tuesday seemed to be unhappy at the question. His lip was trembling, and he shook his head. It seemed one-sided enough. Who was really going to say they liked this mental institution? It seemed out of the question... But Tuesday's response wasn't in regards to Michigan State. His next words confirmed that. ". . .I-I-I don't. . . wanna go home. N-N-N-Not because. . . I don't. . . like my parents. . but. . they sent me here. It's. . . m-m-my fault. . .they didn't have a normal. . . son."Katsuo felt like his heart had snapped in two when he heard Tuesday's words. His roommate's supportive smile didn't help either. Katsuo almost didn't hear what the boy was saying after that. His mind had gone to work once more, pondering everything Tuesday had just told him. As much as he disliked it, Katsuo found himself suddenly bound to silence. He couldn't imagine ever wanting to stay here in Michigan State. That would be giving up, wouldn't it? That would be like falling into the deepest hole and never having a way out. He was aware that perhaps the concept was so unbelievable for him simply because this was his first day. Maybe after so much time, he would find he liked Michigan State more than home. He couldn't be sure he wouldn't...Not yet at least. But even trying to imagine having stayed here presumably as long as Tuesday had, Katsuo felt sick. He would go crazy. He would definitely go crazy if he started believing he belonged here. For good. Katsuo's face felt a little hot, almost like he was close to tears. He just didn't understand. Had Tuesday's situation become so desperate that he needed to stay here? That wasn't fair... Katsuo wanted to somehow bust his way out of the Institution with Tuesday in tow. Then he would take him to his home and make him feel welcome there. He knew he didn't understand a lot of things--he was still bent on old, traditional customs his family had taught him that corresponded a lot more to the East than the West--but he definitely didn't understand what kind of nasty parents his roommate had. Especially if they were content with him being here. Away from home. Jerks, he thought to himself. Name-calling was the best he could do at this point. Katsuo saw his roommate and his pet tiger looking up at him. He realized how bossy he'd been being this whole time. It certainly wasn't intentional--he wasn't the type of person who consciously made himself a part of someone's life with the purpose of making them do things they didn't want to do. He only realized, after hearing Tuesday's opinion on the matter, that he had been urging the other boy to leave a place where it was possible he was most comfortable. Tuesday stopped talking, then winced at something. Katsuo wondered if he was actually feeling pain or if he had simply conjured up so horrible a memory that it hurt. And then Tuesday apologized. For talking. Katsuo's eyes widened. He was pretty sure that the only person who ought to be apologizing for anything was himself. For having troubled Tuesday with all those questions, for having been the actual person who'd been talking far too much...There had to be plenty of other unspoken atrocities that Katsuo had committed since he'd first walked into Tuesday's cell. "Don't-ah apologize. You did not talk too much," Katsuo said consolingly. "You know what? You have a very nice voice. People would like to hear it more and more. I prefer you talking over me, and you know why?" He made a talking gesture with his hand and forced a chuckle. "People can hear me talk all the time. I talk even when I lose my voice in the winter. The world is looking for a new voice, and it is not Katsuo Suzuki's." He looked to the ugly, metal door to the cell and nodded his head in its direction. "Maybe we are becoming so depressing because are stuck in this ugly room. Want to give me a tour of the Institution, Tuesday? I can tell you right now, it would be an honor."
Muse: (I took way too long on this...(><))
Tag: Tuesday Daniels
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Post by Tuesday Daniels on Jun 26, 2009 2:56:16 GMT
I SHOT FOR THE MOON!
but i hit the stars. [/font] ❦ ❦ ❦ [/center] Tuesday fidgeted nervously in his spot on his bunk. Keegan's tail was gripped tightly between his fingers which steadily twirled and tugged at the fabric quite harshly. After speaking all that, he realized that Katsuo wasn't talking. Did he talk too much? He must've, since the other boy wasn't usually that silent. It made Tuesday bite his probably still bleeding lip again and advert his eyes.
He knew he should've been silent. He could've politely turned down the question, no matter how much his mind screamed at him it was only fair he shared. Tuesday shouldn't have talked all that much and he really really should apologize again. He always knew he couldn't get much done, since he was so damned quiet, but this was a feat even he couldn't imagine he could do. He could've stunned everyone he knew. Christofer, his mom and dad and. . . yeah. Probably just those three people would be as surprised and stunned as he would be.
Christofer would've dropped his jaw onto the floor if he saw this. How much he was talking. He was socializing like it was nothing new. Tuesday realized that his parents would've ended up being surprised also. Then they'd wave his success off, throw him into the bathtub and tell him to wash up for a dinner party. That in turn, would set him off again on his avoiding, and then-- bam. He's back to Michigan State without a simple, "Goodbye honey." from his parents.
Tuesday grimaced as he watched Katsuo widen his eyes. He knew it, he was going to get scolded. Glancing down at Keegan, Tuesday could feel the beady black eyes of the stuffed animal on his face. Keegan would probably end up screeching at him that he started to make progress, then he backpedaled with the damned apology! Wincing and patting Keegan on the head gently, Tuesday parted his lips to murmur something to him.
". . .'m sorry Keegan. I-I. ." Feeling the words catch in his throat, Tuesday crushed the stuffed tiger to his chest as tightly as humanly possible. Looking up at Katsuo through his brown hair, Tuesday almost missed the speech that followed the realization that Tuesday had apologized for talking too much. Blinking his brown eyes owlishly, Tuesday's mouth dropped open a little bit. He shouldn't apologize? But— he babbled way too much and it probably irritated Katsuo!
Watching Katsuo quietly, eyes still wide, Tuesday nodded. A little hesitant on the idea that people would actually like his voice. Feh, that was practically impossible. Smiling weakly at the talking hand that Katsuo threw up, Tuesday realized that the boy probably got into more trouble in talking lots than in what he really did to get landed here. Giving Katsuo another one of his weak smile, Tuesday shook his head. "I-I-I don't think. . . people would like. . . m-m-my voice." It just wasn't possible to like something as quiet and meek as his voice.
Which was probably why he ended up being so quiet in the first place. No one seemed to listen to him when he tried to gain the attention from others. It happened all through kindergarten. So since being five and ignored had a negative effect, Tuesday never really liked talking. No one seemed to listen to him, except Christofer and Keegan. No one else. Not even his parents. Easily shutting others out came naturally, since he really didn't like socializing in the first place.
Blinking and training his eyes where Katsuo pointed, Tuesday tilted his head. Huh? Katsuo wanted him, shy quiet socially retarded and a reject altogether, to show him around? Eyes as wide as dinner plates, Tuesday blinked rapidly. "A-Ah-Ah. . . um. O-O-Okay. . ." Startled, Tuesday didn't even notice the reply that zipped past his lips in response to Katsuo's question. That never happened. Tuesday was wondering if he was actually a counselor in disguise.
It didn't seem like it, but. . . it was just so easy to talk to him. What was it that let Tuesday talk as much as a normal person when he couldn't even get a sentence out for the counselors? Moving from his position on the bed to a standing one, Tuesday gripped Keegan's paw in one hand and ruffled up his hair with his other. "R-R-Really? A-An. . . honor?" Blinking his eyes curiously at those words, Tuesday tilted his head.
He never heard that from someone. It was always someone telling him to get out of the way. Move, he was in their light or something trivial like that. Never was it an honor to do something. He liked this. He liked Katsuo lots. The easy way how he talked and everything. It was like, he could be Tuesday without having someone laugh at him or tease him about Keegan. Smiling brightly at Katsuo, Tuesday tightened his grip on Keegan's paw to make sure the animal wouldn't fall out of his grip.
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BUT I HIT THE SHORELINE! WORDS! eight hundred seventy one!
TAGGED! Katsuo!
OPINION! a bit short, but oh well.
LYRICS! Shorelines; The Fastest Kid Alive!
CREDIT! kickarse template made by me. and i'd appreciate it if it stayed mine. i'll gut you faster than you can say 'ohshit' if you take this credit off. (: [/size][/font] |
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Post by Katsuo Stride on Jun 27, 2009 3:49:26 GMT
| Katsuo saw Tuesday biting his lip again, to the point of bleeding, and knew something must have been seriously bothering the other boy. He found out moments later the reason. ". . .'m sorry Keegan. I-I..."Tuesday was definitely facing some inner turmoil. Katsuo blinked at Tuesday. The poor guy. The two of them seemed to be having this silent sympathy fest with each other. He was busy hating himself for making his roommate talk at all, when he obviously didn't want to, and Tuesday was equally worried that he had done some wrong to Katsuo. Yup. They were destined to be roommates from the beginning, it seemed. At the thought, Katsuo laughed. "Please don't feel too bad, Tuesday," he told him honestly. "You will make me feel bad too, haha." At least Tuesday had shown some form of agreement about his voice. It really wasn't a bad voice at all. At least he didn't have Katsuo's tacky accent. Katsuo was almost daring himself to suggest that maybe, just maybe, Tuesday's family would be happy to hear him talk. As happy as he was, sitting here and listening. Man, Tuesday did not belong in this place. Why would he, let alone anyone else with a half-sane mind, want to talk to some of the people in this place? Being here was not going to improve him. Furthermore, Tuesday had been in a cell by himself before Katsuo had come along. For how long had that been? Secluding him seemed like the worst possible idea... Katsuo shook his head to clear his thoughts. Oh no...he seemed to be turning into a counselor of some sort. Tuesday shook his head. "I-I-I don't think. . . people would like. . . m-m-my voice.""Bah." Katsuo was quick to answer, and he waved a hand to dismiss Tuesday's claim. "You only think that because it is your voice. But I am here listening to you and I like it. Do you want to laugh?" Katsuo pointed at his own throat. "This is the worst voice in the history of history. I do not know how you have listened to so much of it already. If I were not used to it already, I would probably be crazy from hearing it all the time." He laughed. He understood Tuesday's doubts. He thought the exact same about his own voice, yet somehow he didn't mind talking up a storm. But Katsuo could say that he spoke. He could say he hated his voice, but he did use it. He wondered what kind of life someone would have to live in order to not want to talk. To not want to hear themselves and at least acknowledge that they had a voice...He couldn't even imagine it. At least Tuesday didn't seem to mind the idea of a tour. Katsuo figured it would be a good idea in that it would at least get them out of that stuffy room. And maybe if he could cue Tuesday to talk while they were wandering, someone would acknowledge what he could do. Katsuo had to admit, if on his first day, he could help someone return home, he would happily declare himself some kind of unfortunate champion. "R-R-Really? A-An. . . honor?"Katsuo nodded his head and stuck out his tongue. "I am sorry you have the unfortunate...uhhh unfortunateness to have to give me a tour though." He chuckled and made his way to the door. It took a moment for him to get it open, and for a second he thought maybe the guards had locked them in. But no, it was just a cruddy, old door. After a moment, it was open, and Katsuo returned his gaze to Tuesday, gesturing towards the now open space. "Ready to go!" He saluted.
Muse: Tired, but pretty good!
That has to be the best credit warning ever, for the record.
Kyo <---just noticed it
And Katsuo's voice is pretty fun. For laughs:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sbb8mUuNn9w
Tag: Tuesday Daniels
Outfit: Outfit here!
Word Count: 762
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