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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 24, 2008 18:17:35 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable;
How could she be so sure of that? Sure, he couldn't see her but that didn't mean anything. Everyone was beautiful; some more to certain extents, but there was not an ugly person on the face of this earth... His bright colored eyes gazed in her direction and the warm smile never left his features. It just remained in place and he was quiet, eyes seeming as though they were searching her for his silent question, but they stayed still. Gazing toward her with their ghostly, dead and soulless look. Her soft laugh caused the smile on his face to widen, for the sounds were sweet and easy to listen too. They showed joy instead of the modesty she showed him when he spoke the compliment a minute before.
Corbly listened to her words as she spoke of her friends being the type that would just come forth with such a question. They wouldn't feel the least bit awkward about it, and she thought that was a rude. A sweet girl, Kriss seemed to be. She had good morals, and that was nice to hear of for a change. He usually looked upon people as dumb, and not being able to behave in most situations. However, so far she's proved his thoughts on that subject completely wrong. A very careful and slightly hesitant step was taken to close the space between them a little bit more, but he stopped and didn't move any closer; for he couldn't exactly tell how far apart they were... The vampire's eyes were still focused on the space in front of him, but they were calm and held a soft look to them. Still ghostly and soulless as they always would be, but calm. He didn't feel nervous or worried around her, and didn't feel as though she was a threat to him like most people were. He was always worried that someone out there was going t hurt him just by the pure fact that he was an easy target. He hated to admit such a thing, but it was as true as the fact that he was blind. He wasn't usually a threat to most, sure to animals when it came time to feed, but not to other vampires or human beings. He wasn't like that... He was too soft on the insides, and too gentle on the outsides. He always had and always would.
"How can you be so sure?" the words left his lips in a very quiet tone as his blue eyes were shielded by eyelids for a brief moment as he blinked. The question rolled off his tongue and through his parted lips as he stood quietly then. The single question was all he asked, nothing more and nothing less. He just wondered how she could be so sure that her eyes weren't beautiful. He bet they were, he bet a lot of things about her were... so he just wondered. What brought her to this conclusion? He stood his grounds, still a little way away from her so he didn't make her uncomfortable. That was the last thing Corbly wanted, to make Kriss uncomfortable... not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 24, 2008 19:30:26 GMT -5
Her eyes never left his face, and was a little shocked when his smile widened as she spoke. He stepped forward a small bit and she didn't move, though her breath stopped for a second, then restarted quickly. She watched his fascinating blue eyes curiously, noting the calmness, the way they were examining her when he couldn't even see her. They were pretty close, but not too close to be uncomfortable, maybe three or four feet. Her smile was soft, same as her eyes. She was smitten with him! What the hell was wrong with her? It was just like what had happened with Jake. But then again, Jake hadn't been as cute as Corbly. No where close.
She just barely heard his soft question. For a moment, she wondered what he was talking about, her mind not really functioning. She thought back for a moment. How can she be so sure about her friends? Well, the way he had said it, that didn't seem to work. The only thing she could think of was her comment in return to his compliment. She shook her head. I've always been sort of an outcast, I suppose. Of course, it didn't help that my first and only boyfriend cheated on me. She said it with a bit of melancholy, thinking back to the day she found out. She owed Ryan so much for that, for telling her. Then she blinked. Why was she telling him this? Why!? She usually only told people she was good friends with, or people who considered dating Jake, as a warning, since he had cheated on every girl he dated. But still, why was she telling him? She had just met him about twenty minutes ago!
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 24, 2008 20:36:19 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable;
He didn't move from his new spot now. He couldn't even give a logical reason why he'd moved in the first place... Just a strange feeling within him moved him closer, but not too close. Kriss was one of the first beings that he'd been able to have a casual conversation with, that didn't begin with his eyes. She'd actually caught his attention by being interesting rather then similar to most he'd ever met. He kept his distance a nice safe amount so everything was fine between them. His eyes still kept their attention of Kriss and the smile dulled down to a very casual look on his very pale features. His tongue brushed over his teeth, including his fangs as he stood quietly then, hoping the question hadn't been prying too much into her personal thoughts. Teeth clinked softly against the metal in his lips, but the soft sound was heard only by him.
"Oh... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to have you bring that up." the male said quietly as her tones changed significantly. She spoke of her one and only boyfriend cheating on her, and to be honest, Corbly didn't know that feeling. He'd never had a girlfriend that didn't dump him soon after they started dating... He could honestly say that he wasn't rude or that he ever had done something to give them a logical reason to end their dating, but he guessed it was a little freaky that he was blind. The thought of never seeing his date was a little weird but he hadn't minded really. He'd never been able to see anyone he talked with, so what was the difference now? Corbly didn't understand, but maybe he just wasn't really meant to date. It didn't bother him that he was single, but he wished people would come up with better reasons why not to go out with him... It was always the same old fucking excuse.
"I definitely know how it feels to be an outcast." the soft words left his lips, head shaking a bit as he could clearly understand what that felt like. His brother, up until he left home, had always put him in the spotlight, but without his twin around Corbly wasn't an attention seeker. He was the type that stayed in the back of class, and just listened. He had friends, but getting anymore was hard when he was slightly self-conscious and a quieter type of person.
not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 24, 2008 20:49:49 GMT -5
She smiled and shook her head. It's alright. It still bugs me a bit, since he still hasn't really admitted it to me. But I know it's true, and he cheated on every girlfriend after that, including one of my friends. She fell silent for a moment, then burst out laughing, remembering the day she found out, the day she broke up with him. It had taken her and Ryan all their control not to burst out laughing as he ranted. But Tim's entrance right after it happened, and his "I missed it, didn't I!" when he saw the shock on their faces had made it hilarious. She sighed still chuckling. She was so random. First she was melancholy, but now she was laughing. She looked up at him with a bright smile on her face.
Well, we can be outcasts together, agreed? Her voice was still bright, though she mellowed it a bit. She reached forward and patted his hand in a friendly way. Her eyes were bright. Remembering the funny things easily made her melancholy disappear. It was had to stay sad, to dwell on that when she knew he was a jerk. And what he did to her helped steer others away from his charm. So, though she regretted falling for it, she was helping the other girls from falling for him, which made her happy.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 24, 2008 22:28:35 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable;
"Oh, what a sleazy guy-" Corbly said with a frown, shuddering slightly with disgust. How people could be so low was beyond him. Some people, like himself, were lucky if they got a girlfriend, let alone have the ability and want to cheat on someone. Talk about being completely horrible and lower then dirt... Not saying dirt was bad, man him, dirt and Damien had a lot of good times back when he and Damien were younger. Then he tilted his head slightly as she busted out with laughter, in a seemingly uncontrollable manner. It was pretty funny actually. He didn't know why, because he didn't know what was funny... but the fact that she just all of a sudden started to laugh was funny. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, but nothing more for he didn't know what she'd do if she actually saw his fangs. Most people could tell vampires apart from other people just by the pure fact that they had to dress differently and it didn't really matter to some that they lived among the undead. Once they actually connected the pieces and realized that yes, he did have fangs and yes he did feed on either human or animal blood, then it was really kind of weird to deal with and he could understand. First being changed had been one of the most horrifying events in his life...
The smile from before, which came upon his features as a result of her random laughter, remained upon his soft lips. The lip rings fit around his lips nicely as he smiled. Teeth were hidden behind his lips as were his fangs. The male listened as she spoke and nodded slightly. "That sounds like a plan." he spoke with his usually soft tones and the smile didn't leave him. Her gentle touch was then felt on his hand then and fingers curled into a fist, but not in a threatening way, just kind of a hesitant way. The touch was different then most things ever felt before, and it was very different to say the least. He'd been hit, burned, throw down and just plain beaten by hands that he'd thought he could trust. Several times he was beaten into tears by the hands that he thought could love him. Now he knew what a gentle touch was, and it made him feel hated. His father, despite what the man had said, never really loved him. If the man had truly felt what he said then he wouldn't have hit Corbly. He would have been gentle like Kriss just was. not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 25, 2008 22:41:10 GMT -5
She grinned. Yup. Most of my 'sisters' call him a man whore, and I completely agree. She laughed lightly, thinking back to the week after her friend had broken up with him, and the greeting of, "Tequila all around!" every time they saw each other. Her 'sisters' were her best friends, the ones she had grown up with, literally. They all lived in different states, she saw one every winter, another every summer, and for the oldest, she saw her whenever she could, for she lived too far away. But they were still close enough that she considered each of them her sisters, even though they had never met each other.
She got a strange reaction when she touched his hand. She retracted her hand slowly as his hand curled into a fist at his side. It made her a little nervous. Had she startled him, caused an automatic reaction of defense? Are, are you okay? she asked, quietly, trying to keep the little bit of nervousness from her voice. Her hand went back to her side, cracking her knuckles, as she always did when she was lightly nervous. The sharp cracking noise startled her a bit, but she kept her focus on Corbly, waiting for his reaction.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 25, 2008 23:09:15 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable;
The male dropped his eyes away from her sight. Even though nothing was shown by them when it came to his emotions it was a nervous habit to look away from someone when he knew he did something that caused wonder. Such a reaction was not usual because of a simple, friendly touch, but it was his reaction and it couldn't be changed. Corbly laced his fingers together in front of his body and kept his eyes hidden as she spoke. The words that passed through her lips now were quiet as his always were, but they weren't quiet because she was always pretty quiet, it was that wonder in there. That thought that she'd done something to make him act in such a strange manner. The male made no move as she cracked her knuckles and the sound seemed to break the world around them. It was so loud for such a quiet moment...
"I'm sorry-" he said very quickly, but his tones were oddly quiet, even for him. Corbly wasn't near as good at hiding the unsettling feelings that he felt. They showed pretty clearly in his voice, and he pressed his hands against his stomach to stop their shaking that also showed how nervous he was. He wasn't sick to his stomach, but that was the entire reason he'd laced his fingers together in front of himself. So he had somewhere to put his hands when they began to shake. The male that stood before Kriss lacked a lot of self confidence, and emotional strength. If that wasn't easily noticed already. He didn't have the best of pasts and a gentle touch was different to him... He kept his blue eyes hidden from her direct path of sight and spoke softly again. This time his words were equally soft as they usually were, so they were more easily understood.
"It's nothing you've done... In case you came to that conclusion." he spoke, trying to contain that unsettling sound that was wound tightly with his words. He overreacted to things and then that fear or nervousness or whatever he’d felt stayed with him longer then he wanted too. "I just- wasn't expecting that..." his words were carefully chosen, because he didn't really want to lay out his life for her, but he felt the need to at least explain a little bit so she didn't think he was crazy. He didn't want to loose a friend because he seemed paranoid... Blue eyes looked up a bit, but were pulled away again to gaze at his hands that were still pressed against him. Teeth chewed on his lip rings a bit, and he spoke softly. "My father- beat me when my brother ran away--" the words were soft, but were not the ending. "--Sometimes he'd beat until I cried, or until I couldn't move because I hurt so badly. He claimed to have loved me, but never once was he gentle like that." he referred to when she touched his hand. Although it hadn't meant anything between them, it helped make his point to show how violent his father had been. not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 26, 2008 22:53:35 GMT -5
His voice sounded off, still quiet, but with a new element. She stayed silent, watching him closely. She lost sight of his eyes, as he had averted them swiftly. She shifted her weight, relieving the pressure on one leg. She had thought it was something she did, but evidently it wasn't. Kriss couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She watched him, seeing that he was going to give her an explanation. She kind of understood he hadn't expected her to touch his hand and she felt a little bad. But then he continued on talking and she froze, every body movement stilled.
Her eyes widened as she listened. Why was he telling her this? They hadn't been talking for long, yet he was telling her something that even one of her friends had taken a few years to be able to tell her, to go to her. And Corbly was confessing this after only a short time talking. She was shocked, pity welling up for him. But she suspect he didn't want pity. But she couldn't help it. Reaching out, she touched his sleeve lightly with her finger tips. She said nothing until he was finished speaking. Even then, she was quiet for a few moments. What do you say to that? She stared up at him for a few moments before speaking. I don't know what to say, Corbly. That was all she could say. She shook her head slowly, looking at the ground before looking back up at him.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 26, 2008 23:27:08 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable; Despite being the very cautious, untrusting person that he was, he came out with this fact and just dropped it like a bomb on Kriss. It was one of the bad traits that Corbly had; the need to explain things. He didn’t want to seem paranoid because of how he reacted, but by explaining such a thing would have made him seem strange. Usually people keep that kind of thing hidden for a long period of time and then told someone they thought they could trust and yet he just says it when he feels the need to back his actions up with reason… He couldn’t tell you what he was feeling just then. A mix of a little bit of everything was probably his most logical explanation. He was a little worried because he didn’t know how she’d react to that, but he was satisfied that he’d been able to explain himself. He was still slightly shocked and he still kept his hands pressed against his stomach. Corbly was unnerved by her simple action therefore he kept his eyes away from her. Although he knew she wouldn’t be able to see any sort of emotion within the soulless eye he just hid them from sight. His black hair fell into his face and he removed his hands to push it back, but a swift wind picked up for a moment and just pushed him around, toying with the black locks as though fingers were trying to mess it up.
He didn’t react near as quickly to her touch this time. He just looked up a bit, letting his bright blue eyes be seen again. They were calm as though this were a regular topic of discussion, despite the frown that had taken a place on his features and showed a very different feeling. It showed that nervousness again, that very cautious and untrusting side of him. That side that knew he shouldn’t just blab stuff like that to a person he meets at random. The smarter side of him didn’t win this battle and out had come the words that made her feel pity for the male. The less thoughtful, less controllable part of him usually won in situations like this one. A soft sigh left his lips as he spoke. “Yeah, I figured the most.” The words were soft as he spoke them, and blue eyes fell to the ground before looking back in her direction. They seemed as though they were searching her face for some kind of answer to an unasked question, but for a long moment no words left his lips and finally his eyes fell back to the ground. “Didn’t mean to drop that on you… It just kind of slipped out, and once it was out I couldn’t take it back.” Corbly used her words, and added more of his own onto the end. If he’d thought about it a little more he would have just ended by saying that he didn’t expect her actions. Then it would have been the end and there wouldn’t be a weird moment that made him feel stupid. Everything would be calm and they’d probably end up talking about the color guard again.
He ran a nervous set of fingers through his hair ad kept his other hand pressed to him so the shaking wasn’t seen. “Uhh, mind if I smoke?” he asked softly. He always asked before lighting a cigarette in front of someone. He knew a lot of people that didn’t like cigarettes and would be disgusted if he asked such a question around them. Besides, it eased his nerves when he smoked. Then he’d be able to relax and his hands would stop shaking. It would take his mind off of his words. not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 27, 2008 18:41:29 GMT -5
She shook her head. I'm just surprised you told me, more than anything. She watched him carefully, seeing that he was nervous. Was he thinking she was going to use it against him? How would she do that? And she wasn't the type of person to do it anyway. That was horrible, only a completely and totally heartless being would ever do something like that. She felt horrible for him, but more confused that anything. Both by his reactions and his words. So odd, like he hadn't been thinking. And obviously he had thought so too, by the way he was reacting at the moment.
He asked if he could smoke and she looked at him, surprised. For some reason, she hadn't thought he smoke. Well, at least he had asked, most would have just pulled out a cigarette and lit it. If you like. She checked the wind and moved so that the smoke would not go in her direction. Her mother had smoked for years, and most of her father's family smoked. She had grown up with smokers, and she was tired of it, not to mention she always had a coughing fit when she breathed in the smoke. She moved subtly, so as not to alert him that she wasn't very happy with it. But if he wanted to, she wasn't going to stop him.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 28, 2008 18:48:42 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable; “You're not the only surprised one out of the two of us, trust me. I usually don't say stuff like that... but sometimes I just can't control my own speech... That sounds pretty bad saying that.” A light, but warm shade of pink gave some color to his oddly pale features as he too had been surprised by his outburst. Talk about dropping a huge bomb on someone he just met. What could he say though? It was over and he had obviously no control when he blurted that out. It seemed those words shocked both of them pretty equally, but then it wasn't exactly bad that she knew that about him. He hadn't told her specifically what the man had done. Only that he'd beaten Corbly to tear more times then he could possibly count. That was all. He didn't say why, and he didn't get into specifics of the burning, rape and many times that he was locked in his room without food or water. He didn't say anything about those times because that was more unnecessary then telling her of the abuse. The thought of her using it against him had never even come to mind. He was just a very naturally nervous person. For one, he couldn't see what went on around him and if you knew that feeling, you would know what it felt like to be in his shoes everyday. Also, his father's beatings had lowered his self confidence in the ability to do things. He didn't trust his own judgment sometimes, and that caused him to feel overly cautious and slightly more restricted when he did things. He didn't make a lot of bold moves when it came to anything.
Corbly had smoked for quite some time now. He didn't really remember what got him started, but the first time he tried it he remembered the horrible taste in his mouth but he could never say no to them. His mother and father both smoked, most of his relatives smoked, and ninety-eight percent of his friends back home smoked. He knew a lot of people that smoked, and few who didn't. His brother had been one of them. He always said no when he was offered cigarettes and always encouraged Corbly not to smoke. When his brother left him to suffer the beatings from his father, smoking seemed like one of the few things that could ease the pain. He didn't like the taste of alcohol, and how it affected people, so he just smoked. He wasn't an outcast because he smoked with everyone and when he was frustrated or nervous it calmed him pretty quickly. And then, when a time rolled around that his father wasn't trying to beat Corbly to death, he and his father would smoke together. He always bummed cigarettes from his dad and it was one of the few times that they were together and not fighting. Yeah, pretty weak reasons to smoke, but he didn't have anyone telling him not too. He knew that Damien would kill him if he ever knew he smoked, but he didn't even know where his twin was...
He nodded slightly, knowing her words hadn't sounded perfectly ok with it, but he needed one. He removed checked his back pocket to find it wasn't there, and then checked his front pockets on his jeans. When it wasn't there he unzipped the dark steel zipper on his black leather jacket to reveal his thin, shirt covered torso. Underneath the black leather was a black shirt that read 'bite me' across the front in blood red letters. Funny in his opinion, but not so much in others. Just depended on what your sense of humor was like. He removed the pack of cigarettes from an inside pocket in his sleeveless leather jacket as well as a black lighter. He removed a thin white stick before replacing the box in the pocket. He placed it between his lips and flipped the top of the lighter to allow the flame to slowly light the end. He his head away from the subtle breeze and when the cigarette was lit he slipped the lighter back into his pocket. He faced her direction again and inhaled slowly, allowing the toxins into his lungs. They were held for a moment and then his hand moved to hold the cigarette before he forced the smoke from his lungs in a gray colored cloud. “So... As I change the subject rather 'inconspicuously'... What song was that routine preformed too? I could hear you humming earlier…” not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 28, 2008 19:26:58 GMT -5
She smiled as he spoke. She knew the feeling. But she had never uttered anything that serious. She settled, leaning on her flag, watching as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. There was little interest in her eyes. She had seen the exact same thing happen hundreds of times within her family. Her favorite cousin and his girlfriend, both 9 years older than her, were always careful when they smoked around her, along with her mother's best friend who was closer than family to her. Everyone in her family on her dad's side was careful with her and her second cousins, the youngest of them all. They tried their best to keep the smoke away from her. Her favorite cousin always told her that he would kill her if she ever started smoking. The memory of that conversation always made her smile. She loved her family.
She let her mind wander in the silence until he began to speak again. She laughed lightly as he spoke, her cheek resting against the silk of her flag. It was a song from The Blues Brothers. That was our theme last year for our shows at the games. She rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly. It was horrible. We had to go out on the field in our uniforms during home games for the national anthem and our school fight song, then run and change into our theme uniforms. White dress shirt, black slacks, black ties and black fedora hats. My mom told me she could always tell where I was because since I'm one of the tallest and thinnest on Guard, my shirt reached my knees. She shook her head and laughed, thankful to be on a harmless subject, and grateful Corbly had been the one to change it, since it would have been awkward if she had.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 29, 2008 15:00:58 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable; His right hand pulled the zipper to his jacket up again to hide his thin body behind the leather. It wasn’t that he was cold, he was just used to it being zipped up. He didn’t like being as thin as he was, but eating too much made him feel as though he had to throw up. He didn’t have any sort of eating disorder, he just had a small stomach and had gotten used to not eating a lot when he was younger. Now it showed on him, for he was six feet tall and quite a bit underweight. He didn’t say anything about it to anyone and kept himself hidden under a lot of clothes. So he looked pretty normal, aside from his whacked out hair, extremely pale skin, and abnormally bright blue eyes… If he had known, or if she had spoke of how much she seemed to dislike smoking, or smokers or whatever it was, he probably would have dealt with his nervousness and just not lit a cigarette. He was flexible like that. He didn’t want to make others uncomfortable by something he might do, and it was obviously better for him to restrict his smoking to a few less a day. He probably cleared a pack a day, and more when he was nervous or bothered by something. When he’d first been bitten it had been the worst experience of his life and he’d cleared two or three packs a day. It was extremely unnerving to all of a sudden to be craving uncooked meat and every time someone bleeds, he would just freak out and feel horrible inside. He had a horrible time adjusting to the new feelings, but he eventually got over it and he doesn’t flinch near as much anymore when around blood. He’s very controlled about dealing with blood and his cravings.
He chuckled softly as she gave an annoyed sigh after speaking the words. He’d never really listened to the Blues Brothers, but he could probably name a song by them if he heard it. They aren’t his style, but he’d listened to them once upon a time. “Haha, that seems like a hassle. I loved going to my school’s games. We didn’t have that big of a color guard, nor did we have the best of cheerleaders but our football team was pretty good.” He knew these facts from what people at school have said, and he knew their football team was good because they had gone undefeated for two years in a row for his sophomore and junior year. His senior year they had lost two games, but made it to the semi finals. They lost to the team that had been the underdog all season. Sad, but they played hard and the seniors were still loved. The male hooked his thumb around a belt loop so it was no longer pressed against him. The nicotine was received by the receptors in his brain and he calmed down pretty quickly. He always had that sort of uneasy look about him, just naturally because he was always slightly on the edge, but he had calmed significantly if one thought about how he’d been acting minutes before. not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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Post by kriss adaria on Jan 30, 2008 21:27:14 GMT -5
Kriss smiled brightly. I've never seen the Blues Brothers, nor have I really ever listened to it. We had two other songs to come to three routines. A girl on the team, a senior, everyone loved her, she knew the songs and would sing parts. Her eyes softened at the memory of little Aly, singing. She was hilarious when she sang, yelling out the words. She tuned back into Corbly as he spoke again. She liked his voice, it was soft, gentle, but not too quiet.
She chuckled as he spoke. I loved going to the home games with my friends. We'd run around acting like idiots and get sugar high off giant Pixie Stix. Good times, good times. I always made them watch the halftime show with me, I was fascinated by the band and Color Guard. Of course, a good friend of mine and her girlfriend were both part of it, so that influenced my joining in my sophomore year. But band camp sucked. She smiled at the thought, of the hell that band camp had been, not to mention the laughs it had drawn out of this kid that had loved her and had been looking forward to hanging out with her for a week and she had had to tell him she was going to band camp. Ugh, Kevin. She shuddered at the memory. Then she shook her head and look back up to Corbly.
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Post by david corbly brockman on Jan 31, 2008 19:09:21 GMT -5
To be blind is not miserable; He chuckled softly as he listened to the words that were formed by her lips. She still sounded loud when compared to him, but even in someone’s softest tone it was hard not to sound too loud. He was very soft spoken, but if someone paid enough attention he was easy to hear. His words were well pronounced and easy to understand by even the slowest of people. “That’s great. I’ve never been able to sing that well, although I’d been in the chorus throughout high school. I was always one of those tenors that just blended into the background really well.” he said with a small smile shaping his lips. He liked to sing, but didn’t sing very well. He didn’t sing very often in public either because his fangs had tended to freak people out a bit as they did with most others in his situation. The mouth gestures that most used to sing quite often had a habit of opening your mouth wide enough to allow sound through and in effect that showed his oh-so-friendly fangs. He sung to his music when he was alone and could match the pitch pretty well but he didn’t sing in front of anyone.
“I know what you mean there. Home games were a lot of fun, as were the away ones in my opinion. I liked going to the different stadiums, but no one could beat ours. We had a larger stadium with lots of room in the stands, probably more then needed until we started playing in the state level. The food they served wasn’t good, but everyone was too busy cheering on the players that they usually didn’t eat.” A smile pulled his lips a bit as he remembered the time they he and a bunch of his friends painted their chests, faces, arms and stood in a line that said “Go Gators!” along the field’s side. Orange and yellow were their colors, which worked out pretty well for their mascot. You could almost say that they were the male cheerleaders for the gator team, since they pulled stunts like that quite often. Too many times to count did they get their picture in the paper for being the most supportive fans. “No one ever watched our halftime show. Usually people took that as the chance to refresh their paint, or get something to drink. Occasionally people would cheer along with the cheerleaders, but that was about all. My friends and I wandered along the track around our field doing backhand springs.” He said shaking his head slightly at the thought of how crazy he used to be. Then of course he was high on life, but not so much anymore. He didn’t find that thrill day to day as he wandered around in the hotel.
His bright blue eyes gazed in her direction as she spoke of band camp being pretty bad. “Yeah, I had heard things about band camp… It sounded like a lot of hard work with only a little fun. People usually had some weird stories to tell though.” he said with a soft laugh. Sometimes he wished he could do things that everyone else enjoyed doing, but he usually had people to tell him what it was like. He hated not being able to see pictures or movies that people made. Life was so boring sometimes, but he lived on their descriptions. For all he knew, they could have been lying too him all his life.
not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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