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[Vince_H8]

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[Vince_H8]

Javier Kohana Paco-----------
------------The Tease

A D є є p є r L σ σ k.//

h e r e s t h e b a s i c s . . .

◊ But c a l l me
___ { Jav is okay }
◊ The doctor said
___{ Male }
◊ My f a v o r i t e day
___{ May 15th }
◊ The c a n d l e s on the cake
___{age, spelled out 14 to 18 students, and 24-50 for teachers }
◊ My preference is
___{sexual preferences please}
◊ In this school is
___{if student, what grade, if teacher, put for what subject}


this is me, take it or leave it:
[PERSONALITY at least a paragraph]

What makes your the only YOU:
[Your story: A few hearty paragraphs (minimum three) on your childhood experience, to whatever’s going on in your life now.]

◊ Give me m o r e
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◊ Totally o v e r r a t e d
___{Dislikes}
◊ My classes
___{List them here}





◊ My mind b e t r a y s me
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b e h i n d t h e s c e n e s . . .
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[Vince_H8]

Hello! My name is Joan! What's yours?
:: Belgar Jasper Kean ::
My, what a pretty name! Tell me, who is your master?
:: Vince_h8 ::
Well, how wonderful! Now, how old are you, sweetie?
:: Eighteen years old ::
Ah, I see! So, when's your birthday?
:: November 15th ::
Oh! Happy not your birthday! Now, where do you live?
:: Room 105 ::
That's good! Now then, why are you here?
:: I have a slight, case of Telepathy which basically means I have the ability to read the thoughts of, and to mentally communicate with others. But my case has a bit of a catch. It's really only if I'm touching them. Also, I don't have total control over it. So, to say the least, I don't really touch.. anyone... ::
So, what classes do you take, hmm?
:: Art, Photography and Psychology. ::
So...Awkward question, but which way do you swing?
:: I'm gay. Seke. ::
Oh, ok! So, how do you act?
:: That's quite a question, you know? I'm not one of those people that can just say what they're like. Because in all honesty, I don't even know what I'm like. I'm still discovering myself. Hell, I'm only eighteen, how could I know myself?

But, I guess I have to give you something, don't I? Well, from what I can gather, I'm pretty all over the place. Awkward almost all of the time; just not comfortable in my own skin. At least not all of the time.
I have a tendency to flirt outrageously, but never quite get to the point where touching comes into play. That last part might have something to do with me hearing voices in my head any time I touch someone..
I'm pretty quiet unless I know who I'm talking to. Like to keep to myself unless it's necessary to converse with the humans.
I guess I'm friendly. Even if what I feel inside isn't exactly... anything. Okay, okay. So, I'm pretty much empty inside, but I am very good at pretending. ::
Now then, tell Joan something about yourself
:: Well, let's see. I had a happy childhood. I mean, I guess I would of, could I feel happiness. It was all very normal. My father worked a nine to five job, somewhere in an office, and my mother stayed home with my younger sister and I.
My mother knew nothing of my... uniqueness. Both my lack of feelings, or my "powers". My father knew. But taught me to hide it all, for the sake of looking normal. Appearance is everything.

Boy was my father disappointed when he realized that the disguise I'd created for myself turned out to like boys. He said that it was not normal, and that I needed to change. But for the sake of appearances I decided that it was probably best if I kept to what I was doing. Everyone else thought that I was gay, it would've been strange otherwise. Can't bring any suspicious attention to myself. Then someone might realize what I am.

Being sent to this school was a way for my father to deal with me, without actually dealing with me. But, it doesn't bother me. I can see why he did it, and I guess on some level I can even understand why. I just.. don't feel anything about it. ::
No wonder you're the way you are! So, tell me what you like?
:: ... I like.. being alone. Truly alone, so that I don't have to pretend anymore. I can just be myself. I often wonder what it would be like, if I were the only person on the earth. Like if I were in a post-apocalyptic situation. I would imagine that it would be extremely freeing. Food is something else that I genuinely like. ::
Is there anything you don't like?
:: I dislike things not working out the way I planned them. If I go to the trouble of actually planning something, then failing is not really an option for me. People that pry. It confuses me that anyone would want to know me. But, for the sake of looking normal, befriending someone is just something that I tolerate. Come to think of it, there are lots of things I tolerate. ::
So…what’s your favorite flavor of Jell-o?
:: What flavor is the red one? I like that one. ::
That’s interesting. Now then, what is your least favorite shape?
:: Circle I guess.. ::
Ah, I see. Now then, how about your favorite song?
:: Under my skin - Michael Buble ::
Now then, look in my mirror, let's see your reflection!
:: Hey. ::
Alrighty, anything else I should know about?
:: No comment. ::

[Vince_H8]

BELGAR J. KEAN
In spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear,
Don't you know, you fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - ★

☾...Jason eyed Chie as he sat down in his spot. Though it was no longer the suspicious glare he often gave just about everyone else. He trusted that Chie wouldn't touch him. Even with him so close he knew he could trust Chie, before even himself.
The small childish gestures still composed within the mans body, even at the age of nineteen. He truly was still very much the a child. It made Jason feel old. Chid had a year on him, but that didn't change their mind set.
He watched as Chie sat his head on his knee, letting his hair stray out in front of him to cover both his eyes from Jason's gaze. The tiara on his head sliding forward on his head, threatening to take the leap from his head to the chair.

Jason sat up straighter in the chair, so that he was no longer curled up, but crossing his legs, facing Chie. Just as intent on Chie as the he seemed on Jason. He leaned in enough so that he could see the sparkling of the boys eyes behind the many strands of hair. He lifted a covered hand to the boys head and positioned the tiara on his head so that it wouldn't fall off.
After the deed, he leaned back to admire his handy work. He knew it wasn't that big of a deal. Or at least it shouldn't of been. But it was. The fact that he was comfortable enough to do such a thing was sort of unsettling.

Jason cleared his throat nervously as he settled back against the arm rest.
"I was merely curious," Jason shrugged. Again, a shrug that could mean whatever you wanted it to mean. No sign that he was about to elaborate on his explanation.
"If you could, would you go back to save your mother?" Jason looked away from Chie's face. Not being able to see his eyes was a little unsettling. Knowing that Chie could see his, but he couldn't return the gaze as certainly....☽

[Vince_H8]

MICAH J. KEAN
In spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear,
Don't you know, you fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - ★

☾...Jason eyed Chie as he sat down in his spot. Though it was no longer the suspicious glare he often gave just about everyone else. He trusted that Chie wouldn't touch him. Even with him so close he knew he could trust Chie, before even himself.
The small childish gestures still composed within the mans body, even at the age of nineteen. He truly was still very much the a child. It made Jason feel old. Chid had a year on him, but that didn't change their mind set.
He watched as Chie sat his head on his knee, letting his hair stray out in front of him to cover both his eyes from Jason's gaze. The tiara on his head sliding forward on his head, threatening to take the leap from his head to the chair.

Jason sat up straighter in the chair, so that he was no longer curled up, but crossing his legs, facing Chie. Just as intent on Chie as the he seemed on Jason. He leaned in enough so that he could see the sparkling of the boys eyes behind the many strands of hair. He lifted a covered hand to the boys head and positioned the tiara on his head so that it wouldn't fall off.
After the deed, he leaned back to admire his handy work. He knew it wasn't that big of a deal. Or at least it shouldn't of been. But it was. The fact that he was comfortable enough to do such a thing was sort of unsettling.

Jason cleared his throat nervously as he settled back against the arm rest.
"I was merely curious," Jason shrugged. Again, a shrug that could mean whatever you wanted it to mean. No sign that he was about to elaborate on his explanation.
"If you could, would you go back to save your mother?" Jason looked away from Chie's face. Not being able to see his eyes was a little unsettling. Knowing that Chie could see his, but he couldn't return the gaze as certainly.