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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 8:54 pm
He put down the pen and flexed his fingers. Even though he'd been practicing since he'd gotten here, there was no visible improvement. Carlisle was disheartened, but Sugita-san had been insistent. Twenty repetitions of the one sentence would surely beat the words and their meanings into his head. Well, it wasn't working, and now his hand was cramping up like there was some cramp-causing demon in his muscles. "Sugita-san," he said, staring at her over the top of his glass of lemonade. "Please may I just wander around for a little?"
She looked at him consideringly, brown eyes flat with something like pity. His throat burned weirdly. In another boy, he would have called it disgust. Why did she look at him like that? But Carlisle was a good boy, so he knew it was just shame at the fact that she HAD to look at him like that. That he made her do it with his ignorance, or something of the sort. "Yes," she said, "You can go. Don't wander too far."
Glad to be free of the pen and the lemonade and that pitying stare, he jumped out of his chair and turned to ramble away. In his hurry, though, he almost tumbled over a child.
"Er," he said, catching himself on a table. His hands were tight on the edge, and though he hadn't actually made contact with the child he still looked at the brown head like he was worried he'd shattered something fragile and precious. "Sorry! Are you okay?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 11:52 am
"I'm fine, no worries."
Vox looked up at the boy? girl? who bumped into him, his eyes staring blankly as if he didn't even register the impact. He held a rather large book in his small arms, the writing on the tome's side faded with both age and the wear and tear that oft came with human hands. The toddler had intended to try and take the book with him, wanting to read it at home while not in the eyes of adults who made remarks about how cute it was that he thought he could read something so heavily.
Who was to say he couldn't? Vox was no stupid human child - the rules of their rate of intelligence mattered not to him. He was a Fae, and Unseelie at that, so there was nothing to hold him back.
Nothing.
"How about you? Did you get hurt?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 12:16 pm
Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa. Eyes. Carlisle stumbled backwards, bodily reacting to a purely mental scare, and immediately felt bad for it; the kid couldn't help that he had freaky eyes. And what was with the complete sentences? A kid that size shouldn't be able to talk like that! Something about the kid, and this whole situation too, screamed threat.
"N-nah," he said, "I'm... just fine?..." He straightened and looked down at the kid, brushing some of his black locks away from his face as he did.
Since he couldn't get over those... eyes... he settled for looking at the kid's weirdly punk-rocker hairdo. Just everything was weird now, he decided. Maybe things had changed since he was a baby? "My name's Carlisle," he said, with a strangeish smile. "What's yours?"
Kid talks like an adult, treat him like one- or something. Carlisle wasn't exactly educated as a child-raising type of guy.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 12:40 pm
"My name is Vox. You may address me as such."
Vox pulled the book closer against his body, the title coming more into view as it shifted about in his small grasp. It was an anatomy book, one of the older ones that used illustrations rather than glossy images that came in the more modern books, but these seemed to be the type Vox liked. They were usually more detailed, and he had an interest in older works anyway. History, perhaps.
"What are you? Normally I can tell, but I'm having issues with you."
What exactly Vox meant was pretty vague, his way of addressing it being a clear indication, but he peered at Carlisle with those same eyes that he was unaware freaked the older boy out.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 6:00 pm
Being as he couldn't read, the lettering on the ancient tome didn't impress him; instead, he observed the age of the covering and the weight of the tome. Carlisle knew full well how old it was, and with an uncertain tilt to his mouth he reached down to touch it. He wanted to tilt it to the side, see the style of binding. The dark haired boy was his own type of renaissance man.
"Er. I'm... a boy?" He brushed his hair back over his shoulders again, shuddering slowly at those strange eyes. That child really was... unnerving.
"It's nice to meet you, Vox," he tried. He attempted to not be insulted at the insinuation that he was any kind of genderless... or dual-gendered... or girl. Because he totally wasn't.
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 7:32 pm
"The pleasure is all yours."
Vox responded quickly and curtly to Carlisle's way of being glad to meet, something he seriously doubted considering no one ever seemed happy to be around him except a certain stupid someone, but that was another story entirely. That kid was never around anyway.
"So a boy? You're certainly very girly for something like that. Are you lying to me?"
He didn't know the term effeminate, which probably would have been nicer to use, but Vox had also never seen a pretty boy before. Usually genders were very cut and dry with him, his talent for knowing hard to fool, but in this case . . .
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2009 8:25 pm
That was not the speech patterns of a little kid. Carlisle was definitely suspicious now and he stared down at the boy, Vox; "Why would I lie to you about something like that," he said, completely injured innocence as he touched the book and felt the binding. "That's old," he said, shocked. "Fourteenth century old. Probably older!"
Pause. He drew his hand back up to his head, something warning him against being too close to the creepy, too-intelligent kid. It might... bite, or something.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 6:34 pm
"Your mouth may not be lying but the rest of you seems to be. You look just like a girl and even sort of sound like one. I will have to ask you to show me proof you're not a girl if you can't do anything otherwise."
When Carlisle reached down and touched the book Vox drew it closer to his body, his top lip pursed down in a sign of agitation. It had taken him forever to get this book down from the shelf it was on, seeing as no one would help a toddler who wanted to look at anatomy textbooks, and he was not about to allow anyone to touch his things.
"Also, so what if it's old? I like the draws in it better then the glossy photos people use in the more modern books. These are more detailed."
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