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[david corbly brockman]

To be blind is not miserable;

The male sat on the edge of the roof, letting his long legs hang over the side, and letting his hands press against the area around him for a little extra support. A chilling breeze swept over the area, pushing his teased black locks around his face in a wild, uncontrollable manner. He shook his head a bit, and forced the hair out of his face to reveal abnormally bright blue eyes which gazed out over the lands that he could not see. He imagined a place of tall buildings, with people moving about even though it was the dead of night. Lights filled the sky and flashed with brilliant colors. He knew not of what the place around him really looked like, but his brother had always told him stories about what cities looked like in the night. When their parents traveled to New York one summer, they had left him and Damien behind but took hundreds of pictures. The twin had described everything to him, down to the smallest details. The city sounded amazing, but a tad horrifying. He was told about how large it was, and how many places there were to go. There were so many people, and it would be so easy to get lost.

A soft sigh escaped the male's lungs as he dropped his head a bit, eyes gazing in the downward direction as he wished he could see how far up he was. No horrid intension's came to mind, but he felt no different then he felt on the solid ground below him. He knew he was atop the tall hotel, but when it came to actually feeling different then the ground how ever many stories below, he couldn't tell. His hands rose up a bit, brushing against the cold bar that kept him from going over the edge. They rested on it, and fingers gripped it firmly, feeling the iciness of the bar before him. He let go of it then, and ran his fingers through his hair as another gust of wind threatened to push him over and forced the hair into his face. Although it didn't really disturb him, he could still feel the hair whipping about and it annoyed him. He forced it back and turned away from the wind, so he could move off of the edge.

His boots touched the ground and his hands remained on the wall for a moment, before turning again and giving one last glance to the direction he'd been staring before. His oddly colored eyes gazed into the darkness, the turned, thinking he heard someone else coming through the door. Blue eyes were turned away from the edge and he just turned a bit to gaze at the general area where he'd walked from a few hours before...
"Whose there?" lyrics questioned firmly as he stood his grounds and waited for an answer.

not to be able to bear blindness,
that is miserable.

[rory lexon]

Rory lay up in her room looking at the blank ceiling. she'd laid there so many nights. just staring. it may have been the middle of the night but sh lay on her bed still dressed. all dressed up and no were to go Kieth always said to her. annoying the life out of her, but thats what dad's did, well uncles. she listened to doors closing and people walking around the hotel, and wanted to be home in her bed. a noise brought her out of her daze. she quickly grabbed her ringing phone and headed out her room as she heard her room mates move in there sleep. she didn't want to wake them.

she arrived out the door and picked the phone up. "hello?" she said still being quiet. she didn't want to wake up perfect strangers either. there was no reply. well none she could understand. "hello? Keith? Milo!?" she looked at her phone, she had no signal. "hold on i need to go to the roof." she said looking were she was and headed for the stairs. "just stay on the line." she said opening the door and running up the stairs to the roof. she opened the door on to the roof and walked out. "hello? you still there?" she said down the phone and got no response. she looked at it to see who rang. hidden number. she couldn't just ring around waking people up. she sighted and put her phone in her jean pocket.

she walked a little bit more on to the roof, walking nearer the edge. she heard some ones voice. she looked around in the darkness but couldn't see any one. "hello? sorry, i didn't know some one was up here. I'm Rory." she said looking around for some one.

[david corbly brockman]

To be blind is not miserable;

'hello? You still there?' He heard the words come from the other being, either talking to itself or was on the phone with someone else. Whatever it happened to be, nothing was said after that. Quiet footsteps carried the being further onto the roof and there was a brief pause. The response to his firm, questioning words was some slightly unaware and apologetic lyrics. The person admitted to not knowing anyone was up here, and introduced themselves as Rory. Abnormally bright blue eyes searched the darkness to find that human glow again, and he watched as the figure moved closer to the edge, but seemed almost hesitant to speak for he was unseen in the shadows by the new eyes. His figure, dressed in all black, stepped out of from the shadows with carefully placed paces. His bright eyes reflected a bit as one of the lights caught his face to show the pale blue color they were. He took another step closer, but then stopped as to not get too close to the female. Pale hands were at first held at his sides, in a slightly alert and defensive manner, and lips were parted ever so slightly.

He sensed no threat, and allowed his body to relax a little. The male slipped his pale hands into the pockets of his jeans, allowing his thumbs to hook around the edges instead of going in. He leaned up against the building that housed the stairs up to the roof, which she'd just come out of. Corbly was quiet for a moment, just letting his blue eyes gaze in the direction of the figure not but two or three yards away from him, standing at the edge of the roof. "Corbly." he said in quiet tones. His words were quiet enough to make it seem as though she was yelling at him. His body stood relaxed and another set of lyrics passed through his lips, as his eyes gazed in her direction, but not really straight at her. "What brings you up here?"

not to be able to bear blindness,
that is miserable.

[rory lexon]

She carried on looked around the roof and then turned to look out over the city and at the lights. she felt safer when she could see. Milo always tried to get her not to turn on lights, to get her to let her eyes adjust to the light. especially when checking on Poppy in the night, but sh e never listened. she liked being able to see. eshecially seeing Poppy's chubby little face as she slept safely. light and safety came as the same thing to her. her dark loose curls blew around in the wind and she pined her fringe behind her ear.

she heard the voice again, it broke her out of her daydream. she seemed to be dreaming a lot lately. she turned around and saw a guy leaning on the wall of the hotel. she crossed her arms to protect them from the light wind. "it's nice to meet you Corbly" she said with a slight smile and her trademark dimples showed. she walked a little for ward so she was closer to the guy. "i got a call. i have rubbish reception in my room, even though its at the very top. so i need to rust up here to get any. I'm always to late though. they hang up be for i get up here." she said with sadness in her voice. if it was Milo she would hear her angels voice. it was the only up side of having to make small talk with Milo. "how about you, what brings you up here?"

[david corbly brockman]

To be blind is not miserable;

Her voice seemed friendly, but as he gazed in her general direction he saw no obvious sign that she was happy. Her figure stayed calm and moved only a little bit closer to him. He stayed where he was, but eyes were fixed on her. He listened carefully as the next set of words came with a hint of sadness to them. Head nodded slightly, to show that he understood what she meant, even though he wouldn't really feel sad if he missed a call because of bad reception. Most of the time it was pretty hard to actually get a call in or out. That was one thing he hated about this place, not that he really had anyone to call, but still.

Eyes turned away from her and gazed out to the edge of the hotel's roof, where he'd been sitting before he stood up to see who was here. He was quiet for a minute before his soft words were heard once again. He shrugged slightly, bringing his jacket closer to his body as the wind swept over the roof. "Ehh, just thinking. I hate being locked up in my room sometimes. There's not a lot to do here." the words left his lips in a calm manner and eyes returned to gaze in her direction. Their faded blue color was bright and almost appeared white in the shadows.

not to be able to bear blindness,
that is miserable.

[rory lexon]

she laughed slightly. it wasn't funny just she knew how it felt. she was only meant to be here for a little while. she was a good Cheerleading so came to represent her school. act like a teenager her Uncle said, take time off from being an adult, from being a mum. she was happy to have some sort of small holiday, but she never though she'd be way this long. she needed her family, her friends, her daughter, and though she would never admit it to any one she was starting to need Milo. she closed her eyes to get this though for her mind. she didn't need him!

she opened her eyes again and took a deep breath. "tell me about it. i spend most of my time here drinking and working out. doesn't seem to be any thing to do round here any more. the novelty has warn off." she said looking at him. the darkness made it hard to make out his fetchers but his eyes stood out. the only bright white bit of him. "what were you thinking about?" she asked hoping not to be to intrusive.

[david corbly brockman]

To be blind is not miserable;

"Sounds like a pretty interesting time then." the male remarked in soft, slightly facetious tones. It didn't sound all that interesting really. Sure, he was alright with the whole working out thing because laziness annoyed him terribly, but he wasn't into drinking. Alcohol tasted bad to him, and people who drank were even worst. Every time he ran into a drunk they had nasty attitudes and he just wanted to kill them right then and there instead of allowing their liver to slowly corrode due to all the alcohol they were going to consume during their lifetime.

Her next question didn't surprise him too much. His eyes gazed in her direction and for a moment he had to think of how to place his words. He'd been thinking of a lot of things, and to someone who could see, his thoughts wouldn't make that much sense. Someone who was able to see the world around them didn't have to wonder what the sky looked like, what color the flowers were, or maybe what color shirt they had put on that morning. It was an ordinary, and slightly taken for granted thing, sight. Not everyone had it, but he'd grown accustomed to just imaging things. "Well- I was thinking about a lot of things." the male said softly as he closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again. Their light hue contrasting his dark hair and shadowed features. "I was wondering- just what the place looked like. This place that we call the hotel, and the surrounding areas." the words left his lips in equally soft tones. He removed his pale hands from his pockets and let one brush against the wall that he leaned against. "It's uncommon for people to actually be thankful for what they see, and I find myself wondering how they don't realize how great sight is." he walked with careful steps back toward the edge of the building, and looked as though he was gazing out over the world below, but in reality all he saw was darkness.

not to be able to bear blindness,
that is miserable.

[rory lexon]

She shrugged "it's not the way i want to live my life." she said "it’s sad if you do want to live like that." she said looking down at the ground. She use to enjoy the things she know felt like she had to do. It gave her time to think. Her life was all about thinking and dreaming. Wanting things she couldn't have. The roof was the only place she could get out in the fresh air. This life would be so much easier if she didn’t care for any one. if she just had to worry about herself. She might have enjoyed herself more than worried.

The next thing he said took her a-back. She realised why his eyes were the only things that stood out in the dark. He was blind. She couldn't image what it was like. Is missed seeing her daughters face but at least she had seen it, and could see her again one day. “Some things you see make you relies how big the world is, how beautiful, but some things aren’t worth it. It shows you the evil in the world, the hurt, the pain the suffering. People find it easier to ignore things rather than see it for what it really is. Some people are just un-grateful.” She shock her head. That is the way she saw the world and people in it. “How long have you been…” she went too asked but stopped herself. She was always asking questions. “Sorry I shouldn’t intrude.” She added. She didn’t want to make the conversation uncomfortable and ask questions that Corbly didn’t want to answer. She already felt like she had disturbed him from his thoughts. She looked up from the floor and watched him walk to the edge of the building; he was good at living with his blindness. If it was her in his place she would have fallen off the edge of the building.

[david corbly brockman]

To be blind is not miserable;

"Though, I seen neither the evil nor the good, and I can imagine that there is more good then evil..." a slight pause hung onto the male's words as he spoke, finding himself in thought before he continued. Adding the last phrase as something said more to himself and not really needing a comment in response. "I would hope I'm correct by saying that." the words left his lips as he spoke softly, letting his pale hands rest on the concrete wall that helped keep the sane beings on this room. Anyone else might not be bothered by this wall, but most would respect its reasons for being here. There was a short pause in her speech as she ended the comment by saying that only some are truly ungrateful. He didn't know how ungrateful people were; he just knew many took it for granted because they had never known what it felt like to wander through a black world.
They never knew what it was like to wonder what their own face looked like. Sure, he could imagine, but he couldn't wake up in the morning and say "Damn, I look sexy..." because all he knew, he could be the worst looking person in everyone's opinions. Of course, a small part within himself didn't think he was ugly because he didn't think beauty was skin deep. He liked people for their personalities, not their looks. Looks just didn't matter to him, and for obvious reasons.

Blue eyes were pulled away from the blackness to gaze in the direction of the female who had named herself to be Rory. A very small smile curled his lips as he knew the question that had almost fully formed itself, but then she cut the words, and ended it. Saying that she shouldn't intrude. He shook his head as a silent indication that it was alright to ask. Lips parted slightly, drawing in a silence breath before speaking. "I was born blind. I had the chance to receive a pair of eyes when I was eleven years old, but a younger child who had lost her eyes in a car accident was below me, and I passed up my chance." he spoke in very soft tones as he gazed in her direction. The very light blue shaded eyes held a seemingly solid gaze, but alas he didn't really look at her directly. Only in her general direction. ”Contrary to what most people believe, being blind isn’t really something too horrible. I wish I could see, yes, but I have been able to deal with it, and sometimes I am almost glad I’m blind… the words leaving his lips were true, but in some cases he really was jealous of those who could see. In others, like when his father was drunken and angry, he was glad that he couldn’t see. He was glad that he couldn’t see the look in his eyes when he would beat Corbly to tears. He didn’t want to look at that man’s face, not ever.

not to be able to bear blindness,
that is miserable.

[rory lexon]

She looked down at the ground. She’d like to hope there was more good. the truth was, she just didn’t know. She didn’t feel like there was. Parents who were criminals and didn’t want her, a sister who ruined her life, and a man who said he loved her and would never hurt her had taken away every thing she lived for. Life for her seemed to be filled with more evil than good, but who was she to ruin some one else dream. He didn’t have to hate the world, or know of the bad things that happened to her. What would her care. Plus the world was full of good and good people. She looked up and smiled a guilty smile “Yes, I suppose it is.” She hoping he believed her she could be rubbish at lying at times. Well Keith could always tell. Like when she was pregnant he knew some thing was up even though she said she was ok.

She placed her hands on her stomach, but when she realised she quickly moved them into her pockets and listened to his story. She moved closer to him. The giant gap between them seemed pointless. She smiled when he said about the chance to get new eyes. “Wow, they can do that?” she said mainly to herself “shows you how much I know. That was an amazing thing to do. I wouldn’t say in selfish, but if I was in her position and had that chance, though I would like to say I would, I don’t think I could give that chance up to some one else. The hope of maybe she my daughter again is the only thing I have.” She said and then realised she’d said about her daughter. She felt embraced, not of poppy, just every one she told that didn’t know her suddenly acted like she had the plague. Like she was some sort of slut that got knocked up. Oh please don’t notice! She though to her self.

[david corbly brockman]

To be blind is not miserable;

He'd care, but honestly what could he do? He couldn't change her past to make the world better for her. He wasn't a miracle worker, he was just simply a blind vampire that wandered the world, and going unnoticed a good portion of his life. Head was tilted ever so slightly as her tones suggested the opposite of what she said. He didn't question though, because he had a bit more control over his tongue. Unlike Rory, he didn't allow himself to speak and then stop himself from speaking in the middle to end of the question. When he spoke he said everything, or didn't speak and kept things quiet so no one knew his thoughts. People couldn't read his eyes... and know what he was thinking. He wasn't saying it was bad that she couldn't control her tongue, just as long as she was careful about who she spoke too when she couldn't control her questions. He didn't mind, but some people might have been bothered that she'd dare to ask such a thing.

He watched her figure as she moved closer, closing the rather large gap that had once been between them. He didn't mind space between people but he didn't mind being close either. Usually he kept his distance out of habit. He didn't trust people all that easily, because he was so vulnerable. He listened as she spoke, and nodded in understanding. "I don't think a lot have people would have given up the chance. I only did because she was younger then me, and it hadn't been her fault. I mean- I couldn't control the fact I was born blind, but I had also had eleven years to adjust to being blind. She'd lost her sight because of a car crash when she was riding with her drunken mother. I felt that although we were equal, she could use the donated eyes more then I could." he spoke very softly, only a little bit softer then anytime before because now she was closer to him. He didn't speak very loud from the beginning, but he dropped his tones a bit.

Blue eyes gazed at her, face showing only the smile that had been there for some time. No expression changed and his bright blue almost white eyes gazed at her unjudgingly. "I wouldn't give up the chance to see a child again either. Might I ask how old she is?" his tones sounded completely unfased by the fact that she'd just told him she had a daughter. He didn't know if she was older, younger or the same age as him. To Corbly, it didn't matter. If she had a child and she was younger then him, so what? He couldn't control it. Hell, there were women in his family who had kids before they had even finished with his school yet. He wasn't going to judge Rory because such a stupid thing. He knew her by personality, and voice, and color. He cared not of what she did, or how she lived her life. If she was a slut and wanted to live like one, pardon that harshness to that, then so be it. He wouldn't judge her a bit, it wasn't his job.

not to be able to bear blindness,
that is miserable.

[rory lexon]

"God I can't believe some people. I would never drink around my daughter never mind driving drunk with her in the car. Some people just shouldn't be allowed to be parents. It’s not fair on the kids." she said shaking her head. She would never put poppy in danger. She couldn't even think about doing any thing that might hurt her.

"It’s still an amazing act. doesn’t matter how long you'd been blind for, giving up that gift so some one else could be happy, I haven't met many people in my life that would do that. Most the people in my life are selfish and only watch out for themselves. Every one apart from my uncle. He’s always looked after me. He gave up his life to look after me. The only unselfish person I’ve met." as she said it she realised the sad fact that he really was the only one she'd met. She wasn't over reacting.

Her smile widened when she spoke of poppy. She was the only good thing in her life. She looked identical to Rory when she was that age Keith said. He was alowed to see her. The court had allowed it while she had been away. "She’s nearly one. I think my Uncle and Milo are going to work together, and my uncle is going to try not to kill Milo, while they arrange a big birthday party for her." she smiled and looked down and the ground. "I can't believe she’s going to be one." she said with such pride, and love for her daughter. You could tell she was a mum from the way she said it.

She looked up and shock her head in disbelief. She could remember so clearly coming home from the hospital and holding poppy in her arms never wanting to let go of her. Rory could remember how small she was. Not wanting to move when she was holding her just encase she accidentally hurt Poppy. She just sat in her living room perfectly still looking down at her beautiful baby girl and thinking how she was always going to be there for her. That’s what she though then, but things had changed in just under a year.

[david corbly brockman]

To be blind is not miserable;

"Yeah I know what you mean." the male shook his head at the thought of someone being so careless about a younger life. He didn't really care for the company of a child now, or in the future, but the thought of being so careless struck him rather harshly. Her statement of some people not being allowed to be parents was very harsh but very true. The woman had scared her daughter for life, and although she was able to see again her life would never be the same. He'd gotten to meet her after she got her new set of eyes and it brought tears to him to see how happy she was to be able to see again. It had been the most amazing feeling inside of him and he was glad he didn't take those eyes for himself.

"He seems pretty amazing. I didn't know that many members of my family outside the intermediate members. My mother had many siblings and my father had very few but we never went to visit any of them. I couldn't say I was disappointed by this..." in all honesty, he wasn't bothered. They were more people that he might meet again once or twice again in his entire life. Either way, when he left home there was no intention of ever returning so he had little chance to meet any of them anyway. They'd just be more bodies that would eventually become a nameless memory in his mind anyhow. He didn't remember people very long unless they were slightly significant. Even if they were different in a very small way, he'd remember them. Or if they were a person he spoke to often. They didn't have to be different, but if they were common in his life then he'd remember them.

"Awe, that's cool. One is a pretty big age." a smile shaped his lips as he spoke. Turning one is a worthy thing to celebrate really. It's the first year the new human has been on earth and signifies a lot of growing for the child. He could hear the pride and the love that filled the woman's voice as she spoke of her child. That was a true mother speaking right there. She was so happy for the smallest of things and sounded truthful when she spoke of never wanting to do anything that might cause the child harm. Rory sounded like a good mother in his opinion, but he had little to base it on for he knew not what a good mother might say. His mother wasn't good, or hadn't given him the thought that maybe deep down she was good...

not to be able to bear blindness,
that is miserable.

[rory lexon]

“He is pretty amazing; my parents weren’t exactly great role models. In there line of work they couldn’t have a baby with them. They were going to give me up of adoption, Keith wouldn’t let them, and he pretty much looks after Poppy to. He’s the one how helped me fight for her.” she smiled weakly. He’d tried so hard for Rory to get sole custody but she only got to see Poppy at weekends and she had to have some one watching over her to make sure she wouldn’t hurt Poppy. Rory would never hurt her. That was the most annoying part of all of it. “Didn’t you get on with your family?” she asked.

She took a deep breath to stop her from crying. “Yep, one. I’m scared she won’t remember me. I haven’t been there for so long. The scariest bit is I think im forgetting her. I hope Keith sends pictures but I don’t know if he will. He’s got a busy life. He still has to look after my sister Drew; she’s in her rebel stage in life. She pretty good at destroying things now.” She laughed lighting. She’d destroyed Rory’s life. Rory didn’t ever want to see her again, Keith respected that but he had to look after her. Keith was a softy.