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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba                   Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| Aaron's antisocial nature was starting to relax, and as he sat back to wait for the bus, he found that albiet it was masked by apathy and annoyance, deep down there was an ounce of him that was slightly enjoying this encounter.
After all , he thought to himself, I don't really have anything to do with my time. With the earlier happenings of the day still freshly in his memory, and his desire to just go, Not caring where, He pondered over the question. He in reality had no idea where he was going, or what he would do when he go there, he just knew that he was going. He shivered slightly against the cold, his tee shirt offering little defense against the chilling bite of the wind. I have no idea he said, not even attempting to simulate even a slight pretense of knowing where he was going. It wasn't like he cared where he was going. It didn't matter. He smirked slightly as he spotted her shoulder bag, knowing what that signified. He himself could distinctly remember the awful days spent pent up in a room full of 20 - 30 hominids with an authoritive figure standing in front of the room droning on and on about pointless material that would never be used in every day life, regardless of what they wanted everyone to believe. It was just a waste of his time. Just come from school? he asked staring coldly out into the rain, shocked that he had initiated a continuation of the conversation. He normally despised these sort of people. The ones who want to know everything about you, as soon as you mention that you have a name, or something to be known. Yet somehow, even though this was the impression he got from her so far, something was telling him he was wrong. (edited by Theprankster157 on 10-08-06 05:47 PM) (edited by Theprankster157 on 10-08-06 06:04 PM) |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| Aaron looked at the bus that had just stopped in front of them, and realized that as startling as it was to him, he was sort of woebegone to have the conversation end. Glancing around, he came to the conclusion that, as it was probably warm on the bus, and sheltered, this was as good a bus as any to go somewhere that didn't matter.
His mind made up, he tailed after Rae catiously onto the bus. Yea this is my bus, too He said, as his senses took in the atmosphere of the bus. The driver apeared to be irritated, impatient, wanting the end of the day to come quick, so that he could go home to the life he didn't have. At the back of the bus was where the bums were. Those that could afford the mear 1.50 it cost to get on. Here and there, was the occasional person sitting staring out their own windows, Their thoughts locked in their head, the faces unreadable. Aaron always loved the city bus. This was a place where one could sit by oneself, and noone would think any less of them. Or anymore for that matter. On the bus you weren't that emo kid, or the problem child. In fact, on the bus you weren't anyone. You just were. That was what Aaron liked. After taking in the bus with his roving eyes, he chose an empty seat and sat down, Oddly hoping that Rae, under some whim unbeknownst to anyone, would choose to sit next to him. |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| I have ADHD and Bi polar. It sucks alot. I was on meds for a while. But it messed my system up so Im off now. Im still not sure if its agood thing yet. | |||
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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Originally posted by Crashman yea I know what you mean. 8th grade / 9th grade were my real bad years. I went through so many meds. I feel sorry for anyone who has to go through that, because it's not fun being put on a different medication a month. I failed hella lot of classes cuz i was gone from school alot. The teachers were sympathetic tho. Always a plus. |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba  Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| I've always wanted to skateboard down all 6 flights of stairs at my school jsut to make it to the bottom quicker.
Ive also had an urge to streak the school. And to walk up to the security gaurds and act all gangsta. |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| I actually think that people get angry about it because they dont understand. They dont see how someone could feel that way. Alls they can see is what the person shows, which from my experience, is almost always just an exp |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| Aaron glanced quickly at Rae as she sat down next to him. He was relieved that he wasn't going to have to be the one to inaugurate a farthering of their conversation. He was scandalized at how willing he found himself to communicate with this stranger he hadn't even known for a whole day. Yet strangely enough, there was a desire to befriend her. Aaron was appalled at that thought. he didn't need a friend. He never had. He could get by just fine on his own. Nevertheless, he was drawn to establishing a friendship with her; like a moth is irresitably drawn to the heat of a burning light bulb. And he knew, that just like the moth when it touches the bulb, he would get hurt. Yet this was one light bulb that this little moth couldn't refuse.
Aaron tossed a look around the bus, trying to think of a topic to chat about. Why is this so hard?! He thought furiously to himself. He had never before taken a notice to how hard speech was, for he had never had the need to. He had never cared for talking to people, which made it easy to ignore its difficulties. The warmth of the bus was slowly improving his mood. He wanted to say something to Rae before her bus stop arrived, but he just didn't know what. Why was he so interested? It was unlike him to say so much as two sentences in a day, Let alone carry out a whole conversation. With someone he just met, too! Deciding that the best course of action was to stick with small talk, he ackwardly asked So uh....What's your favorite subject? As soon as he said it, he regreted it. It was the most dimwitted thing he could have ever said. It was obvious that conversation was not in his area's of strengths. (edited by Theprankster157 on 10-10-06 01:02 AM) |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba  Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| I concur. It scares people to see a persons life deteriorate for no reason, and then think "hey! That could be me." I also think, that seeing one person fall apart and become depressed has the tendency to make others happy, Because then they can look at their own life and say "Its not so bad after all". It makes them feel better about themselves.
I remember in 8th grade, there were these group of people that hung out. You know like a click sort of thing. And just randomly one day They came up to me and we're all like your so fuckin dumb. Oh wait I take that back, I wouldn't want you to go kill yourself. And I didn't understand it then, but I think that her putting me down was just a way for her to support a belief that The world's just a perfect place and that nothing will ever go wrong, and only those with a reason will have issues. |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| Chemistry. So that was her favorite class. He shrugged noncommittally. He supposed it was a pretty cool class, But he had never taken it, so he couldn't possibly know for sure. His favorite class, when he had been in school of course, had been psychology. In his opinion, there was nothing more superior than studying the human mind, and its manipulation's of the emotions and behavoir. But chemistry, from what he knew, was also pretty cool.
He was trying to think of something witty to say, anything, to keep the conversation moving, even if it was a rough journey for the conversation, when the bus started to slow. Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit! he frustratedly thought to himself as Rae stood up to get off. Yea, Maybe. Have a good day He said sullenly, their conversation ending with her departure. As she left a thought skittered across his mind, like a rat in the dark looking for something to eat. That was the most contact I've had with anyone aside from my parents for a long time. Clinging desperately to that thought, He pulled out his MP3 and thinkin to himself I should go after her, " he started blasting the song "Good to know that if I ever need attention all I have to do is die" by Brand New. He wanted to continue to talk, even if it was for even a few moments more. The bus doors started to close, and the bus started to slowly roll away from the stop, as the song was saying " We've been hurting a long time, Trying hard for this, We all have sizeable scars, We got it, You'd break it all apart, We got it". His mind suddenly made up, He leaped from his seat and bid the driver to stop. Wait! This is my stop! Im getting off here. For a long, horrid moment, Aaron thought the bus was going to keep going. Keep on rolling away from Rae, and his last chance to grasp the humanity that had been his gift at birth would disapear with the fading person in the rear view mirror. But that moment soon passed, and the bus rolled two its second stop within a few moments time. With a glared that would have killed the normal man, the bus driver opened the doors to the bus. If looks could kill, I'd be slaughtered. He thought to himself, as he rushed off the bus. He looked in the direction that Rae was walking, and was suddenly overcome with a case of bad nerves. she's gunna think I'm stalking her or something. He thought pathetically to himself, now wishing that he had just stayed on the bus, and not entirely sure what tempted him to leave the safety of its confines. She's probably already seen me get off, I have no choice but to continue our conversation. I could always walk in the other direction though.... he thought miserably, as he tried to decide what to do. He realized now how foolish he had been. She probably found him an incompetent fool anyways. And he would have just proven her right. (edited by Theprankster157 on 10-16-06 08:12 PM) |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| Jack looked around the unfamiliar terrain as the skies started to cloud over. Just great. Its going to rain soon. He muttered to himself as the wind started to pick up slightly. Glancing around he tried to figure out what he was going to do, seeing as how he had no clue where he was, or where he could go once the rain started. He sighed miserably and decided to go search for an abandoned park bench.
this is weird. Everybody seems to be absent. Like everyone decided to just stay home, and avoid the risks that always came with leaving the confines of their home. Tossing a look around, he hoped to come across someone, anyone to relieve the boreddom that threatened to swallow him whole. |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| Jack fell over as the stranger bumped into him. Slightly irritated he rised to his knees, dusting himself off. Just who do you think yo - He abruptly stopped as he got a good luck at the lady. She wasn't what was considered the norm in these areas. Compared to his slightly dirty clothes, Her clothes were almost decent. He held his hand out to help her up
Uhh sorry bout that He said politely. |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| What? My name? Oh, uh, people around here call me Jack He said, turning slightly red. He wasn't used to people, even people who had bumped into him, taking even a slight notice that he was there. Glancing nervously around, he was still at a loss as to where he was going to stay for the night. So You new around here? He asked trying to be polite as he pulled his worn jacket closer to him to fend off the wind. It was futile battle, he knew, but he tried nonetheless. Semi wishing that it was still the summer, he continued to fend off the wind.
He looked to see how the lady, what was her name? Amaya? was fairing in this weather. Her clothes seemed to be during as good a job as his at repeling the weather. Realizing he was still holding her hand, he turned bright red and dropped it quickly, as if it had burnt him. So....Where you staying for the night He asked trying to maintain the conversation before it died. |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| Aaron turned a slight shade of crimson and glanced up as he heard her call out to him. Shouting at himself for his stupidity inside his mind, he slowly turned and trotted up to where Rae stood. Uh yea, I decided that this stop was as good as any By now he was mentally punching himself. How could this person stand him?! Why doesn't she just tell me to buzz off. If some weird kid I had just met was following me, I'd give them the what for. She can't possibly be enjoying my company. I should just leave before I make an even bigger fool of myself.
Looking nervously around, trying to find an escape to the situation he had gotten himself into. He could tell she was slightly annoyed. Not that I wouldn't be annoyed if someone attached themselves to me within a few moments of meeting me. God, what's wrong with me?! He thought to himself, exp He suddenly noticed that the rain that had previously been pouring down in water falls, was now nothing more than a slight sprinkle that one could barely feel. You had to pay close attention to realize it even existed. Sort of like me With that thought, a look of depression flashed across his face, only to be smothered moments later by that same facade that hid the secrets he kept locked inside his heart. So uh where you headin? He asked in an attempt to not look like so much of a fool. Even though he knew it was hopeless, it never hurt to try. He hoped. |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| So she was an orphan. That explained why she looked out of place here. She wasn't from around here. I wonder what happened to her parents Deciding that it was not his bussiness, he glanced around, summing up the area, and calculating what the odds of him finding a sheltered, covered place was. Sighing, he returned to the person in front of him. When she told him that she was cold, He noticed that she wasn't wearing a jacket. Here. Take mine. I don't need it, I'm used to this weather
This was only a half truth. He was used to the weather, as he had lived in it for a while. He wasn't exactly sure how long it had been. He used to know what day it was, and what year. But living out here, he had learned that it didn't matter. he didn't have any use for the day or the year. Out here the only thing he needed were the neccesities to survive. And you didn't need to be able to keep track of time, or know the date, to survive. Why don't you tag along with me. I ain't got nowhere to stay either. We can look together He said as he cast a weary glance up at the sky that tauntingly threatened to release its anger at any passing moment that pleased its whim. |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| How old are you? the question echoed in his head How old AM I?! He thought to himself. He realized that he didn't know. He was entirely sure when, but he had just stopped counting. It had been somewhere around 14 - 15 when He stopped. He was just to busy trying to live to spend his time keeping track of his b - day.
You know what....I...I don't know how old I am. he said. Why? Have you eaten anything lately? Cuz If you hungry I think I got enough cash for a couple of burgers. If your hungry....That is... |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| Jack took another look around, the emptiness unnerving him almost as much as the silence. It was unusual for the place to be this vacant. Normally it was crowded with so much people you couldn't see five feet through the sea of them. I guess it doesn't matter why. I was wondering the same thing. Its normally packed at this time. Maybe its the weather. It has the tendancy to clear busy places. He could tell just by a mere glance at her that she was starting to feel a little emberrassed. In an attempt to ease the tense mood, even if it was by just a small amount. Sooo.... You know anybody 'round here, yet?
As soon as the word's left his mouth he remembered that she had said she was new to the area. How stupid of him not to remember that. By now rain had started to fall and so he moved to stand under a tree near them. At least it's better then being outright in the rain. He thought as the rain really started to pour down. This was the only part of being homeless that really pushed his buttons. The rain. He had nothing against the rain. It was the other way around. The rain had something against him. He shrugged his defiance to the rage of the weather and returned to his conversation. |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| I was talking to my friend today, and she has to write a paper in her religion class about martyrdom. I said "The only difference between Martyrdom and suicide is press coverage" And we are now in a huge debate on the Subject. She thinks martyrdom is way different than suicide, because suicide is someone choosing to kill themselves and martyrdom is someone who dies because they stood up for what they believed.
I feel that suicide and martyrdom should be the same thing because they are both dieing for reasons they both find value in. How is the martyr who is being killed cause he oh lets say stood up for the christian belief, different then someone who is told day after day by their peres to kill themselves just because they keep wearing "goth" clothes or they look "emo". They're not. They are EXACTLY the same folks. By the time they commit suicide they have already been persecuted by their peers to the point where they're completely dead on the inside that killing themselves is just an act of mercy than anything else. Anybody have any opinions on the topic? |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| So she didn't have anywhere to stay. He sighed. She was in no better a position than he was, except that he had bummed a decent amount of cash during the day to buy something to fill what had once been his stomache. His stomache decided that right now was the right time to remind him of the fact that it's fury hadn't been appeased in what felt to Jack had been a long time.
Hey, I'm a little famished, so I'm goin' to go get something to eat. You wanna join me? He asked hoping that she had enjoyed his company as much as he had enjoyed hers. If you're not stayin anywhere tonight you could join me. I mean, I don't really have any predetermined spot to stay, but at least the company would be nice He stuttered sounding like a complete fool. She would never want to accompany him. And why should she? He was a stranger she had just met 10 minutes before. If the places where reversed he wouldn't stay. And he could expect no less from her. Oh well, what could he say. He needed to eat. Whether or not she came is up to her. (edited by Meowner on 10-16-06 11:19 PM) |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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| He cocked his head and grinned slightly, happy to have company, before heading in the direction of the fast food restraunt. So her parents are dead. That explains alot. Jack knew that alot of children who's parents have died ended up on the streets. He also knew that ending up on the streets was one of the better things that could happen to an orphan.
Jack shivered slightly in the wind as he reached his destination and pushed the door open, a gust of wind following him into the restraunt. He sat down at the table and opened up the menu to see what they had. "So, What do you want?" He asked her as he glanced at the prices on the right hand side of the titles. He settled for a double cheese burger extra fries and a water. |
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Theprankster157 Red Paragoomba Since: 03-18-06 From: United States Last post: 6328 days Last view: 6328 days |
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Originally posted by Arwon Thanks. I was just highly interested in what others had to say on the subject because it had never before crossed my mind that it was a topic of debate. I always took them as one in the same. It is interesting to see the outlook others have on the subject. |
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