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Post by Kodama 'Koda' Tsuki on Apr 1, 2011 20:36:35 GMT -5
 x  He was almost certain that his spectacles had taken a heady fall; delving into decaying brush and acrid russet scrub oak below, and Koda was well aware that his glasses rendered useless to him for sight, worked miracles in appearance. The young chiropteron hadn't anything to panic about immediately, being that it was well after midnight, and the blackened heavens provided plenty of concealment for him...temporarily. Come morning however, he would rather tuck himself safely within the sanctuary of his tepid duvet, never to be seen again, than attend class without his beloved glasses.
Koda allowed the thin membranes of his wings to flutter against the wind as he opened them to the nature surrounding him, before the appendages morphed into human like arms, and tiny rat like feet transformed into human legs. Bones rattled, shifted and popped, skin burned, contracted and expanded to a point where a slight squeak (soon converted into something akin to a wince) was emitted from the boy's throat, but it was a process that had become routine for the young shifter.
Expertly, he sat upright onto the tree's formidable branch, feeling about for his clothing. A large grimace etched itself onto his maw once he realized that he must have idiotically scooted over quite a bit in the midst of his ponderings above ground. It wasn’t unusual for him to commit to such things when he began to get lost in his own thoughts, though it was regularly irritating. He scooted across the branch, thankful that it was quite sturdy, as he placed a hand outward in attempt to feel for the cool fabric of his attire. Once he had located it, he quickly dragged on a clean pair of briefs and subsequently, a pair of blue jeans, before anyone had the chance to glance upward. He made the decision to leave his shirt hanging amongst the branches for the time being. He was set on discovering where his glasses had plummeted first. After all, he knew that he had been absent for at least an hour, and he had hoped to catch some semblance of sleep. Relying on luck instead of logic for once, he began the slow descent from the large birch, using only the aid of his ears, and hands to guide him. Height had never been a fantastic fear of Koda’s but surprises were on a regular basis, and to his misfortune it seemed as if he was running into them often as of late.
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Post by Lancast Boncero on Apr 1, 2011 22:07:45 GMT -5
With a rather undignified and noisy sniff, Lancast trod about without direction, casting his gaze towards the twilight. He always hated the nighttime, for it was strong and crushing proof that he was alone. His friends, or followers rather, if they had any sense at all were fast asleep. Perfect. And when the sun set, and all his companions parted ways with him, he had nobody’s voice to drown out the torment that took the form of his own in his mind. The expanse of the starry sky offered no comfort or beauty to him, but only emphasized just how vast the distance was between him and anyone who gave a rat’s ass about him. Hot saline streams flowed plentifully down his face and another unsteady breath escaped his mouth, insignificant in the already moist Hawaiian air. The lights in the sky were unclear and distorted as he watched their stillness through a saline blur. Yet another hardy snort rang through the grassy thicket and a violent hiccup followed immediately.
Almost drunk off of insomnia and distress, Lance tripped and stumbled about in the knee-high lush grass, which seemed blanched in the moonlight. Everything appeared bleak in this lighting. Lance knew not what time it was, nor did he particularly care in his hysterical state, though what his mind ignored, his body took over in instinct. The intensity of emotion was physically draining, and though he neglected to appease his body’s wishes out of apathy, once he drifted to into his mind, he found himself sitting propped up against the trunk of a sizable tree.
Hoo boy. The aptly named ‘daydreams’ ironically, occurred for Lancast almost exclusively at night, and usually when he was especially upset, and was his involuntary way of rubbing salt into his own wounds. His eyes grew distant, which moved only slightly and a stern frown fixed upon his face, as if he were following quite the bothersome laser pointer. His friends. Laughing. He waved. Turning. Leaving. Right… “Don’t you remember, Lancast? You don’t HAVE friends. You have people who reluctantly tolerate your existence.” Biting his lip, Lance whispered aloud, “Duke. He cares… about me.”
“Ah, yes, Duke. Don’t get too excited. He’s your brother. He has to care about you. He also cares about the ant he found crawling on his cookie. His affection isn’t saying much.”
Jaws clenched as his sleep-deprived and generally illogical state delivered his thoughts to him as true, and his face fell into his hands and tiny pools formed in his palms. Lance could feel the entirety of his body trembling in hysteria and lo and behold, a mirthless cackle escaped his lips. He wished he could see somebody. Anybody.
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Post by Kodama 'Koda' Tsuki on Apr 4, 2011 15:45:39 GMT -5
x The maliciously dismal cachinnation audible from below him, startled Koda into a state of vexation. He came to realization that he would have picked up even the tiniest whisper of grass, or minute crunch of a leaf had anyone been walking earlier, and thus came to a steady conclusion that the newcomer had not been in the area long. Kodama could only hope that his cruel luck with other people wouldn’t riot now. Breaking from his humiliatingly frozen position on the trunk of a tree, the young shifter noiselessly set a foot upon the ground, and turned towards the direction of the raucous laughter, or where he accurately assumed it originated from.
He made it a goal to remain standing his head lowered to the ground, not knowing if the other person near him carried a flashlight able to reveal his precious secret. “How long have you been here?” He called out, in what he thought to be a stern vocalization, though, it was in fact a meek whisper.“I expect that you haven’t come to harm me, or any of the creatures surrounding?” He mumbled, bare chest kept steady by his equally perpetual breathing. Koda’s ears tuned into yet another noise, unmistakable by one who was without the advantage of sight.“Are you…alright? You’re crying…” He stated bluntly, not thinking about the consequence his outburst would serve later.“L-look, if you need a f-first aid—well…they have one back at the academy. Are y-you from the academy?” He continued rambling uncharacteristically, frightened by the thought of someone able to harm him. Without uttering another word, he held his arms outward, waving his palms in petite circular motions midair, hoping to feel more vibrations amongst the atmosphere, or eventually run into something that would give him evidence to the exact whereabouts of this newcomer.
One humble step after the next, Koda made his way forward, fingers stretched and groping the air in all directions, clueless to whomever lay ahead. If the subject was brought up, he could make the excuse that he was stretching, which wasn’t completely untrue since he had happened to feel a comforting pull in his back when he extended his reach outward. Shifting still had it's after effects, after all. At last, he stopped short once he had bounced off a firm force ahead. He paused for a moment, feeling the warmth that radiated off whatever it was he had launched himself into, before it dawned on him that it was the person he had been speaking to not two minutes previous to his collision. Jumping back, he hurdled himself into a stream of apologies, even subconsciously cowering at the expectation of a flying fist. “I’m s-so sorry…I… I-I hadn’t m-meant…” There was apparently no hope in finishing his sentences.
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Post by Lancast Boncero on Apr 5, 2011 21:02:16 GMT -5
A sickening grin crawled across Lancast’s face, shining in the moonlight. Hysteria was clearly setting in, for the burning in his belly and his heart remained, but in a futile attempt to recover his lost sensibilities, his brain shot copious amounts of endorphins racing through his body. And so, his mad, mad laugh rang through the forest with nothing worthy of a chuckle. Incoherently, he muttered to himself, “ I know, I know ‘my isolation is self-inflicted.’” Shifting his eyes skyward, a few hasty tears slid down his face, not waiting for him to blink. He despised the night sky for exemplifying just how small and unimportant he was. Or at least that’s how he felt. The pale blue of daylight had been his constant companion, but her sister he could only curse at under his breath. Lance’s hat was nowhere to be seen, simply because it was his display of confidence, something of dearth at the moment. And so the back of his bare head swiftly and repeatedly struck the tree trunk with the minute amount of strength he still possessed. However, he only repeated this a few times, because apparently whatever celestial being ruled the heavens granted Lancast’s prayer for company. “Damn!” he swore under his breath, for though he had made the wish, he hardly thought of the implications. Somebody would catch him crying. Adrenaline raced through his veins, renewing his strength as he struggled helplessly to find an excuse. He honestly couldn’t figure which would be worse, a friend finding him in this condition or a stranger! Frantically, he wiped the offending tears from his cheeks. Yet another curse escaped with ease at the announcement of his emotional state, with the subtlety of a bull placed in a mall, no less. Some explanation, any would do! Ah, yes the person calling to him offered one, seemingly on a silver platter. Injury. “Ye- Yes,” he said, stopping only to clear the sadness from his throat before speaking in his well-rehearsed masculine tone, and then proceeding to lie through his teeth. “I got quite a gash on my back from a huge fall out a tree.” Not wanting to sound as if he was inexperienced at tree climbing, his ego demanded that he add, “The branch snapped. You should stay back, I don’t want to bleed on you,” though his reasoning was not noble in the slightest. Lance was certain his excuse would work wonders, as the lanky figure stumbled into view, seeming completely incapable of noticing the severe lack of blood on his shirt. Lancast’s eyes had adjusted several hours ago, but thought nothing of the boy feeling about, for it was dark, after all. But his ever so clever plan seemed to backfire as the shadowy silhouette lurched in his general direction and felt a surprisingly light impact as the mysterious guest’s hands landed atop his chest, and the rest of his body following. He was… shirtless? Instinctually, Lance pushed the thin boy off him, and shouted, “I said stay back!”, but his voice was mutinous and cracked on his last word. Damn crying. Word Count: 518 Tag: Koda |
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Post by Kodama 'Koda' Tsuki on Apr 5, 2011 21:58:17 GMT -5
x Exchanged for two fists, palms pointed outward came flying into narrowed shoulders, paled by lack of sunlight and reason to walk amongst friends during day. The owner of this slight frame never saw the hands that knocked him to the ground, coming. It was as if he accounted for no more than paper. Toppling onto soil riddled with rough leaves and twisted roots that spoke of ages neither of the boys could recall, Koda found himself staring upwards into the sky, horrified at the encounter with this newcomer. Though he could not visualize the height of whomever had jostled him to the unforgiving ground, the younger boy was quite alarmed at his quickly progressing imagination. It was to be assumed that such a creature possessing enormous strength was a monster. Words were meaningless in situations akin to this, Koda knew. Concepts like that were kindly disregarded for harsh and coequally vapid tones, and abuse that spoke all too strongly for itself. Even if the chiropteron had located phrases that would assist him in expressing his indignation, he would dare not utter them in such a massive presence. Then again, everything was obtuse to him, for he was indeed brittle and glass-based.
Raising his forearms out of habit and nothing more, he gave a futile attempt to evade a brutal beating to his face. His knees abandoned their post stretched out upon the forest floor to accompany the rest of his quivering form, as they curled into somewhat of a fetal position in instinctive aegis of his stomach, and ribcage, or at least whatever he could suffice to salvage. Eyelids fluttered shut over verdigris almost tealed by an everlasting film that poured over eyes rendered useless for anything but a pretty sight. The entire position was finished off with a quick but effective flick of his head as Koda proceeded to turn his ineffective gaze to the side, yet another tactic to avoid battery to his face or head.
Shortly, it was pondered whether or not the sweltering heat would prevent any wear of the beloved long sleeved shirts Koda adorned on his body most of the time. They were useful for more than just comfort on a delightful study day. Kodama had learned that they served to hide bruises well. Recoiling at the asperous cracking amongst the other boy's voice, Koda could only cower further and flinch as a meek reaction, far too frightened to justly surmise that this being had clearly been aching, in more than a physical way.
Bemused that the carnal damage to his body had yet to be inflicted, Koda gave himself a few minutes to deduce to something more. Though brief, his encounter against this stranger had proven the lack of blood upon his shirt. It was a slight question nagging in the back of his mind, but it really was vexing and perhaps befuddling to confront a this man after he had claimed a harsh fall, without so much as a small stain, or the stiff and brambly feeling of rubble on his frame. It wasn't any of the bat shifter's business to ascertain the actual cause of the obvious pain this creature had taken on, but an odd curiosity plagued his being even so. Subsequent to the sequence of events that left him feeling rather callous, Koda glanced up from his position below, and scrutinized the rigidity of the stranger from the lack of vibrations present in the air. Koda could imagine, that he bore a look of vexation similar to his own, but probably didn’t look irate enough to use his fists as the batling previously thought. “I… aren’t y-you going to….um…hit or…s-something?”
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Post by Lancast Boncero on Apr 13, 2011 22:31:59 GMT -5
Lance’s rapid breathing slowed and calmed after a few moments. The adrenaline was short-lived after all. With a quick lick of his lips, Lance brushed the tip of his nose with his index finger before resting his hands on his hips and shifting his weight nervously. He really didn’t know what to do about this boy. While Lancast was glad to have company, his arrival truly was inopportune. And the way he writhed on the ground as if kicked by a horse, at such a simple act perplexed him. And though the ink of night lingered, his well-rehearsed façade involuntarily washed over him without a thought, though not to his dismay. He would much rather be his usual, dangerously arrogant and lovably hate-able self than what he considered to be a shameful display of weakness reserved for ladies (which was understandable for them) and fruity homosexuals. Lack of strength was something he would not tolerate in himself. Nobody hounded him to be the biggest or the baddest; they were simply traits he insisted upon possessing. Growing up on his father’s ranch, the number of kids his age was small, but there was no escaping them. They lived near a small town, and everybody knew everybody. With Duke being his brother, and slightly different at that, he had to be strong enough for the both of them. He remembered one day going with his dad and Duke to town to sell the fresh milk. Upon arriving, Lancast found Rusty like he usually did and started jumping around like little boys do. Only a few steps behind him, was Duke. And after a wide, genuine grin at Lance, he plopped down in the dirt, make piles of the fine dirt and make them talk to each other, voices and all. At that moment, Rusty stopped fighting back, pulled away and teased, laughing all the while “Dude! What’s up with your little brother? Did your ma drop him on his head when he was a baby, because he is a FREA--” but his jibes were cut off by the sharp crack of a breaking nose, the impact of a punch landing without so much as a breath of hesitation. Lance didn’t give a rat’s ass if Rusty was his ‘friend’, for he grabbed the small boy who was cradling his nose, by the collar and pulled him close and lifted him into the air. “Nobody, and I mean NOBODY makes fun of my brother. Clear?” With a frantic nod from a face that was a mixing palette of tears, blood, and snot, Lancast dropped him without another word. A sharp whistle pierced the air, something his father only did when one of them did something wrong. With a twinge in his stomach, he dragged his feet towards his father and looked up, expecting a strong scolding, but instead found a calloused hand giving him a pat on the shoulder. A hint of a smile tugged at his dad’s lips as he said, “Keep looking after your brother, okay? Just try not to make too many people ugly while doing it.” And to this day, very few dared to make fun of Duke, as he would make an example of the first person that did. The message usually spread quite rapidly, only needing to demonstrate after moving to a new area. Shaking himself out of his lengthy memory, he remembered the scrawny boy, flopping about like a fish from a slight push. At his terrified inquiry of whether he was going to hit him or not, he replied arrogantly with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, “What the heck is wrong with you? I barely touched you. And I’m not going to hurt you, I just didn’t want some guy I just met getting too cozy with me. I don’t DO that. Just watch where you’re going.” Wow. What a wuss! Word Count: 650 Tag: Koda~ |
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Post by Kodama 'Koda' Tsuki on Apr 13, 2011 23:19:17 GMT -5
x The longevity of Koda's current humiliation was prolonged as the newcomer left him in subtle silence for a what felt like a millennium before replying casually. At the news that he would not be struck, he welcomed the relief flooding his soul, and attempted to quell the onslaught of blood rising to his cheeks at the realization that the other boy had thought...oh. Oh. "No, no. You don't understand-- I-I..." A sharp bite of his lower lip annihilated any further words from leaving his mouth. He what? What was it that he could possibly say to redeem himself and yet not give away what he had worked to repress? "I'm terribly sorry." Came the forlorn reply, the slighted tone and tactlessness taking a tole on his exasperated state. "I must be a little sh-short sighted, a-after all. I've lost my...my glasses." He managed to spit out, hopeful that it would assist the stranger in some matter of comprehension with the previous situation. At this, Kodama managed to extricate his position upon the unforgiving forest floor. Damn it all, he should have known better than to dismount from the tree disregarding a shirt, despite his hurry. It was a likely possibility that his back was riddled with prints and scratches of fallen twigs and brush.
Righting himself on his hands and knees, the young shifter began precariously, and inconspicuously poking about the ground in a feeble attempt to locate his beloved spectacles, fearful of the horrid reactions he would receive if the state of his useless eyes were revealed. "I-I'm-- My name...is Kodama by the way." He added anticipating to make things less maladroit. "Friends...call me Koda, for short." That was if he had any friends. A potent combination of both his mother's worry, and his own tentativeness had left him socially awkward and withdrawn from the world. His communication skills lacked where his intelligence and literacy skills thrived, and though it became quite infuriating, he for the most part enjoyed his life in it's everyday routine. It wasn't often that he wasn't able to hide behind a book, or submit an idea or though in writing to makeup for his lack of communication. After all, he had already learned to compensate for one disability. Why not others?
Still, his apathy towards the prospect of living a normal life was short lived at times, and it almost pained him to be so accustomed to loneliness. That is...was he lonely? It was like an irrevocably unattainable chase occurring between Koda and a normal life, but by now the chaser was well aware that his goal would never be reached, for it was far too late for such things, and it wasn't every minute of everyday that he was unhappy. He had played that game before. He hadn't ever won and his acquired logic told him that it was foolish and unnecessary to reach for such disconsolate things.
Clearing his newly agitated throat, he moved a knee forward, relief repeating it's cycle through his body at the monotonous plastic material that outlined the identically smooth glass lenses of his prescription glasses. "Found them!" He exclaimed to himself more than the boy behind him. "Again, I-I apologize for earlier... i-it won't be happening again." With an unsure foot upon the ground, Koda slowly rose, just as the memory of the climb he would have to make to retrieve his shirt, did. The boy heaved a sigh, shoulders shrugging languidly with the motion. It wasn't a necessity item to have at the moment, and he had plenty of others shirt back at his dorm that he had organized the night before. He was told he would be sharing with two other men, though he had yet to meet either. With a short nod of his head, he began toddling at a snails pace towards what he was sure was the exit of the forest, judging by the entrance the other boy had made. Pausing, he decided he was better safe, than sorry."I...y-you don't happen to know the way out?"
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Post by Lancast Boncero on Apr 20, 2011 15:58:16 GMT -5
A laugh started bubbling in the back of Lance’s throat as he watched this new boy stumble over his words almost as badly as he tripped and fell upon him just moments ago. While he was being absolutely serious that he was straight like an arrow, he hadn’t meant his comment as a serious accusation, though he certainly didn’t dislike the confusion for the hilarity it caused. That laugh which was crawling up in him was dangerously approaching escape, and in response was stifled, making simply a small snort of mirth instead of an explosion of gasping and knee slapping. Hoo, this tenderfoot was going to be loads of fun to mess with! Regardless of the fact that all he said was in jest, he had no trouble slipping seamlessly into his tough guy act. In his usual tone laced with intimidation and smugness he replied to the sound of a broken record, saying “I don’t want to catch you checking out my ass now, you hear? I know it’s nice and everything, and I’m sizzling like bacon, but there is NO sausage for you here. I like the ladies.” Each time Koda made any sort of attempt to explain himself, Lance decided to loudly interrupt, refusing to hear any form of reasoning. A smile couldn’t help but crack, but he had already turned away from the stuttering child, passing it off as a part of his speech. This was just too rich! From behind him, Lancast hear an exclamation of joy. Hey, that wasn’t supposed to happen! This wimp was supposed to be flustered and tomato-like because of his apparent disbelief about his sexuality! Well, when you run out of saddle soap, use spit, as he always said. Time to improvise. Purposefully, he quirked his brow and teased, “Wow, you really ARE blind as a bat without those things. Aren’t you, Velma?” Unfortunately, with how quiet his guest was, just his presence was not enough to keep the voice in his head away. Lance always made a point to hang around the talkers, the mischief-makers, the never-a-dull-momenters, because constant action and speech was enough to drown his own thoughts in the swirling pot of ADD. But it was still quite dark, and without a herd of followers chatting and running about, the cruel phrases made a reprise. As Kodama began to waddle away without a word, Lancast’s stomach churned sickeningly and a whisper’s tone at the volume of a shout echoed in his ears. “See? He couldn’t even stand being around you for more than five minutes because you are such an aggravating, irritating, intolerable, pathetic excuse for a human.” Involuntarily his expression contorted into a pained grimace and Lance bit his lip as his eyes darted about, calculating. True as it was that Koda was generally nondescript in every way and not his typical company his presence was enough to suppress his inner negativity, albeit only slightly. And so of course he would rather keep the munchkin in his presence than face the hungering darkness in solitude. But his pride, his erratically fluctuating ego forbade it. What was he going to do, ask if he could tag along the klutzy nerd? Lame. But what were the odds that he would find someone else to keep him distracted from himself at this indecent hour? And if nothing else, he made for a good laugh. Either way, his words stuck in his throat and never reached the crisp air. His entirety flinched, and the weight of sadness melted away once more as the gaunt boy stammered his question of direction. Wonderful! He wouldn’t have to ask to tag along like a sissy when Koda completed the task for him! Regardless, he wiped the beam from his maw swiftly as to not be seen by his new companion. “Well, I guess if you need my help, then I suppose I’ll walk with you,” false irritation drenching his voice before trotting up beside the shorty, hands in his pockets. Lancast couldn’t help but fidget in the uncomfortable silence. How could someone possibly be so quiet? It was unnatural! He always resented silence, and would break it whenever possible with his usual group, either by bragging of some accomplishment he may or may not have completed, or even just pointing out the quietness. But since his pack of familiar peers were nowhere to be found, he felt incredibly awkward trying to make small talk with Kodama. But… he guessed anything would beat the silence. Some distraction. Any. “So, where are you going? The dorms?” he asked, trying to sound aloof. Word Count: 767 Tag: Koda |
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Post by Kodama 'Koda' Tsuki on May 1, 2011 19:54:07 GMT -5
x Such words did detriment Koda's pride even further than the previous accusation, but there seemed to be no abstinence the verbal lashing. Regardless of the other boy's brusque commentary, the desultory raise in his voice could not evade the bat shifter's finely tuned ears. He was on the verge of restraining laughter, and his obvious intentions to further Koda's embarrassment were noticed. "How gay am I, when you can't hold down a giggle, and insult me properly?" He mused in his own head. Even so Kodama thought it best to proscribe his irascible elucidation for the moment being, and so he allowed the noticeable evasion of laughter to pass without mention, though it was difficult to suppress his own laughter once the stranger added "bacon" to the equation. Vocabulary was most certainly not a strong point for this boy.
It wasn't until he restarted his search for his lost spectacles that the sting of the comments truly hit him. For a split second while he remained on the ground he clenched his eyes closed, the tealish colour hidden beneath both eyelids. A few sharp breaths accompanied the still scene, and though time slowed for Koda, the pause was only a measly five seconds in reality. The damage inflicted, would last for an eternity. Never the less, Kodama stumbled onward, albeit awkwardly, alongside his current guide. It was entirely possible that he was being a tad paranoid, but he was said to have a knack for sensing suppressed feelings, and he did indeed perceive some amount of awry tension within the taller boy, without his natural prudence towards tense situations. He decided to forgo inquiring such intuitive inferences however in light of answering the question that the other shifter had posed, as some haphazard distraction. "The dorms w-would be g-great...that is, if you d-don't mind." He paused in his inept speech, before posing another topic that would hopefully offer some semblance of conversation. "By the way, you hadn't ever told me your name. O-or what y-you wanted to be called." He finished stolidly aspiring to do absolutely nothing but perishing in a hole somewhere far from society, or at least this place where he seemed to be doing a fabulous job of making a fool out of himself. In times like this, when he was smaller, he recalled his father ducking away from group conversations with elder friends in favour of hiding away from others because Koda had slipped up once again. He was rather accustomed to pitying anyone who was forced to be around him. His behaviour was gruelingly and inexcusably shameful-- or at least he seemed to think so despite the forgiveness he received from the kinder souls around him. It was then that he came to the realization that he could not afford to slip up; to anger his new found acquaintance. Koda was well aware that he had escaped a possible fight previous with the entire collision that had occurred below the tree branches after he had sensed the other shifter's presence. "O-or if you don't w-want to....give me your name, you know...then...i-it's not like I'm threatening you by telling m-me you have t-to. I just th-thought it might b-be nice to...to be friends?" He berated himself constantly for sounding like such a woman, but that had been utterly pain inducing to listen to. His own voice shook and squeaked, reflecting the lack of change it had yet to go through. Despite it's residual quivering, and it's inability to retain a certain low tone, it was soft, from years of keeping it hidden away. He hadn't liked to speak in the first place, and as a child he wasn't particularly confident. His parents had originally thought that perhaps he was mute in addition to sightless. Koda, was a constant bundle of disappointments it seemed, and whilst his parents were compassionately absolving for his mishaps, Koda hadn't ever learned to forgive himself.
As if to accentuate his distaste for anything and everything having to do with himself, he dug his heels into the warm dirt crushing each and every dead leaf that littered the ground in his path, imagining it to be all the antecedent contemptible contingencies that seemed to plague his life. Glancing straight ahead (or what he thought to be straight ahead anyways) he retained a neutral countenance refusing to show any signs of weakness outwardly, at least. Unreadable impartiality was far superior to calamitous deficiency in life all together. "How far is it?" He inquired flatly, voice still relatively soft as always, though it was far more monotone and it did not waver.
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Post by Lancast Boncero on Jun 3, 2011 18:29:34 GMT -5
He made every effort to distract himself from the deafening silence, which included replaying the day’s events. Lance’s face displayed a brilliant beam, while he remembered just how funny the look on that Koda’s had during the mockery. He had thought he had made it into the clear, but for some reason, it just seemed funnier during recollection. Beginning soft and then hitting a crescendo, cacophonous laughter rang through the dense forest, and Lance collapsed into a heap of shivering, horse-like snorting and giggling. Manly indeed. A good thirty seconds must have passed of the appaloosa shifter rolling about on the ground, clutching his sides, in stitches, before he was able to pull himself together. A long and contented sigh breached the crisp air and Lancast dusted himself off and with noticeable cheer in his voice, he said, “Don’t worry partner, I was just screwing with ya. And if you are gay, that’s your business. …Just don’t come snuggling up to me!”, finishing with another raucous laugh, clearly incapable of letting a prime chance to jeer at the little boy once more, slip by unnoticed. As much of a wuss as he was, this ‘Koda’ kid didn’t seem half bad. Whether intentional or not, he had managed to bring a smile to his face in a time where he was especially disheartened. Lance usually preferred his followers to have a certain amount of strength to them, so he wouldn’t be followed by a pack of babies, but Koda appeared to have potential, as a jester, if nothing else. Or perhaps a squeaky punching bag. As the bespectacled boy inquired about his name, having just brightened his mood, even if for just a moment, he decided to indulge his request. “My name’s Lance, Lance Boncero,” he said, purposely leaving out his full first name, as he had come to dislike it. To him, Lancast didn’t sound nearly as cool, and he only allowed his family to call him thus. But after the introduction, still he could only writhe in the painfully persevering quiet, with the only sound to be heard from miles around being the soft whistle of the wind and the bizarrely stentorian crunch of undergrowth beneath the petite boy’s feet. Ever still, the lack of anything distracting in the slightest was becoming truly agonizing. “ Aw… Is Lancast walking with the little nerd because he’s lonely?” A quick cough to divert his attention. “ You imbecilic,” Another cough. “ wretched,” Yet another. “ useless,” All Koda had to do was say SOMETHING. “ failure.” Hacking up a lung. It was too late. Lance could feel his dirty, unkempt nails digging into the palms of his hands as they tightened into shaking fists. Sharp pain flooded his lip while his sharp teeth bordered on slicing through it in aggravation. The only thing he could coherently tell himself, was to breathe. Still shaking, he forced himself to take in deep lungfuls of the breezy, refreshing air. So deep he felt he just might burst. Lance silently thanked the Good Lord, Buddah, Allah, Steve in Accounting, or whoever the hell controlled the universe when the little shorty finally found something to say. Having regained his composure, he cleared his throat and replied confidently, “We’ll be there in just a couple of minutes,” after brave flecks of light ventured through the trees up ahead. Certainly those were the lamps on the campus. His heart leapt in his chest ever so slightly when he looked above to see that the dappling between the foliage was no longer deadly pale, but had a soft rosy tinge to it. Daylight would be here before long. And then he felt his stomach drop. Daytime was almost here. That meant yet another sleepless night, and Lance clearly felt the toll he was paying for it. His boots seemed to be filled to the brim with lead and his eyes refused to remain open for any duration longer than three second, begging, pleading for rest. Though the shimmer of early dawn sparked hope within him, the warm moment was interrupted by, “ Careful, Lancast, you aren’t out of the woods yet,” his thoughts continued to patronize and croon. Ever distracted by the words in his mind, and exhausted feet made for a clumsy Lance, only snapping back to reality after stumbling over a minute stone. After a flailing recovery, he cleared his throat and found enough strength to look proud for a moment, before resuming his eternal internal debate. His voyage felt as if it would never end, yet somehow, finally, he had returned to the striking cobblestone campus. The ethereal light cast off by the lamps refracted beautifully off the crystalline shower of water, which plunged into the pool at the base of the simple fountain in the center of the scene, creating a rather stunning ambiance. In spite of Lance’s knowledge that he would most likely doze off if he did so, he thought it best to give his body a respite, however brief, and plopped down on the small black bench positioned before the fountain. Sleepily, Lance managed to ask, “Which dorm do you stay in?” and finishing with a gaping yawn. He could have sworn the random stranger had said something, but it seemed muffled and his vision began to blur. He was in a grocery store. Wearing a top hat. Why not? Everyone else here is. Why does that girl have a tail? Right, he had forgotten. The people wearing top hats hate those with tails. What is she doing in the grocery store? This is the hat headquarters. Everyone’s chasing her off. Good riddance. Lance awoke violently, shouting something incoherent, something pertaining to bread as he thrashed about in panic. After a moment to collect himself, he asked, “Right, which dorm are you staying in again?” making certain to stand up so he would not repeat the mistake. 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Post by Kodama 'Koda' Tsuki on Aug 24, 2011 21:08:30 GMT -5
x Not one to lack integral perception in innumerable situations, Koda had accredited his vocal chords to toil in his tenuous devoir for labor, not that it was his malaise that mandated it. On the other hand, the battling was well acquainted with pregnant silences, opportunistic in such moments to aspire for better things or better work. His studies, after all, were priority. Even so, Kodama was contented enough when the residual astriction fled Lance’s tone. He would later attest to descry the sound of rustling fabrics as tensity retired itself from shoulders Lance must have raised previous to the reappearance of Koda’s voice. Though he might of recaptured the notion as ineffable, the aptitude of his hearing might rebuttal.
A memory embedded in the labyrinth of his mind resurfaced, however, steering his attention beyond earth’s atmosphere and abysmal into the recesses of his own head. His father had protested to the ability of his absurd hearing whilst Koda babbled animatedly about the damned (It was his first curse word, and he was unsteady about using it with his mother. He hadn't meant for the animal to cursed either, it was only for emphasis after all.) opossum that was surely rewiring their attic, acquainting itself formidably with the items abstruse in storage. The chiropteron’s mother whose encouragement peddled him through most of his elementary existence, and further, even discredited the occupancy of the North American marsupial. At most, she argued, it would be a raccoon. He knew raccoons were refractory in evasion to human interference as opossums, therefore void in dexterity when it came to ambulating over belongings littered in human-scent; they were unorganized, greedy, and speedy. Soberly, Koda, was obstinate in his mission to beleaguer his parental units into reconnoitering the upper level of their beloved abode, and he was profusely praised when a box so virile when they had first moved in was located, overflowing with expected dust bunnies, and a family of hissing opossums. The afternoon was only the inauguration of his parent’s espy for the clemency Koda subsumed for animals, alongside collecting book-loads of knowledge for their habits, and trades.
Reality came tromping back into vision (figuratively, he noted much to his frustration and indifference.) as Lance let out a notable shriek, accompanied by a decent monologue for wheat bread. This time, it was Koda who acceded a guffaw to pass his lips, muffled and dimmed by the back of his palm nestled against his lips. His own laugh was not nearly as intrepid sounding as Lance’s own, but he found he aggrandized it to be that way, sounding older than he was, and not near as guileless.
“M-my dorm isn’t f-far, if I remember c-correctly. It isn’t made of bread either.” He stated comically, hoping to strike some sort of leveled comprehension with Lance before the night retreated to the other side of the earth where it could further its mission, outstretching its aphotic limbs whilst whispering sleep over local patron’s eyes.
Koda did not yet have any acquaintances that he could deem friends, or perhaps…even acquaintances as he had just named them. Though Lance seemed to take blatant elation in causing him humiliation, Koda found that he didn’t deplore the act so long as it meant he had someone to confide in for…mutual friendship. Hysterically, he audited the indication to a former biology lesson. It was called symbiotic, wasn’t it? Lance might prove to be somewhat of a parasite, but Koda reasoned that he wouldn’t thoroughly loathe that inkling either. He wouldn’t be residing on the island for the entirety of his life, after all. Considering the sound of Lance’s slumber saturated voice, Koda hurriedly searched his pockets for the piece of paper revealing his schedule and dorm number. Swallowing thickly, he extended his fingers over the ridges and bumps that painted out visualization of letters for him, though he was forced to take his finger’s meandering over the paper to the side to avoid Lance’s steady gaze into noticing his purpose of doing so. Then again, the batling doubted his guide was awake enough to take notice at all.
“It’s… 112… I believe.” He offered tentatively, after a decent amount of concealment. “You d-do know where th-that’s located… don’t you?” He asked sanguinely, not wanting Lance to be so debilitated that their direction would be mislayed. Koda could surely direct himself now that they had breached the campus borders, but he would have liked someone to accompany him back just to be sure footed of his impervious state of being.
Capriciously, he tried to fathom what it would be like to have Lance as a permanent friend. The taller boy seemed unfamiliar with the term level headed, or humble, or gentle... but Koda continued his optimistic belief system. Perhaps, if this worked, Lance might teach him how to fight; how to wrestle (as long as he kept his shirt on allegedly,) so that the feeling of unease clawing at his belly currently would cease to exist. The young shifter was mindful of his bantam dimension, but frame hadn’t much to offer in most disagreements anyways. An example? The common and self-indulgent skunk (which much to his amusement was really just an overgrown weasel,) no more ample than the coincident hare. Yet, it was abstained and fretted over for its fundamentally lethal and pain inducing smell emitted just under its tail. “The biggest things come in the smallest packages.” Koda mused in his own head, sighing wistfully into the night air.
His head swiveled in the direction where he postulated Lance’s existance, outstretching his arms once more to grope about for any evidence to his surroundings, only to collide into something angular, and most certainly human. When he buckled to the consummation that he had been calculating along the jut of Lance’s hip bone, he became horrified with himself, contiguously, withdrawing his hand to be suspended with his other hand that had risen defensively during the whole ordeal not unlike the situation that had occurred only moments ago when he first encountered the other shifter. “You know I-I didn’t m-mean th-that.” He stated, sweat beading at his brow. He demanded to know why he had been blessed with such useless tact and lamentable cultivation in such moments shared.
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