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 Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 10:47 am
"The reason I forgot my book is because I never actually come to class like this. I'm the type who likes to do things with print-outs and on my own, teaching myself and failing by myself, so when I decided to come here today I guess my book was the last thing on my mind."
It wasn't that Micajah wanted to argue now with Nash's reasoning behind the reasoning for his numbers, what a mouthful, but he didn't want this person he'd just met again to think he was that absentminded or restless. Of course it was a bit ridiculous to assume that a person would completely judge him based on the results of some stupid numerology test, only a fool would, yet it still bothered him in the pit of his stomach.
"Anyway, let's move along. You said your father introduced you to many of these things, right? That's pretty interesting to know, did he teach you anything else like this?"
The more information Micajah could gather, the better.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 3:16 am
"Nn, yes. My dad liked strange things like this. I don't really think they are accurate but its fun to pretend I guess." He said breezily as he began gathering his numerology things. Putting them in his bag he went back to concentrating on his language studies but kept his attention on Micajah at the same time.
"He was a very strange man from what I can remember about him. He liked to read .. a lot. Its why I have that same passion, he used to read all kinds of books to me when I was little. Long before learning to read on my own." He sighed wistfully trying to think that far back but only grasping at fragments of his father's memory. "After he left my mama forbade me to read books. She went so far as to lock up his study when she went out on errands and left me home alone." He shrugged as if it were a normal thing only looking up from scribbling notes to give a bright smile though behind it his eyes showed a bitter sweet sadness. "It was okay though, I found that if I left the window unlocked I could climb in from the outside. It made for an easier escape and left the room locked tightly. Though most of my learning to read came from my teacher. She really loved to teach so I soaked it all in." He shrugged again leaning back in his seat as he looked up at the ceiling in thought.
"Just wish he would write me or something. I can't send the letters I've been writing him without an address... He's probably starting a new collection of books and learning even stranger things that he can share with me once we meet up again. I'll just have to be a little more patient." Turning to Micajah he gave a side long tilt of his head curious in the way he looked. "What about you? What's it like with your family and life back home? Did you read lots of books and stuff?" Ever the curious little rabbit.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 8:15 pm
Micajah was silent for a moment as he listened to Nash yammer on about his father and his love of books, and he let out a faint sigh and smile as the boy continued, wondering partly if one day he could ever sound and look like that when speaking about his own Father. It wasn't a full impossibility, just highly improbable, and he waited until the carrot-top finished before he opened his mouth with a question of his own before he would answer any others.
"...What's your father's name?"
It was pointless to ask because he knew what he hoped to do was probably going to be impossible, there was no way his Father would agree to it, but he wanted to see how far he could go. He cleared his throat shortly after asking that question and moved on into answering the ones directed towards him.
"My mother died when I was five so I don't remember much about her except that she was always sickly. She had blond hair like mine though and it always seemed to glow in the light that came through the window over her bed. I inherited my father's hazel eyes and pale complexion, since Father said before she got sick my mother was tanned from being a swimmer or something."
He flipped a page over in the book and scribbled some notes down idly, not even really paying attention. He knew enough to keep him going, not that this class really even mattered, but he had to focus and try to at least get some stuff done while he was in here.
"I read a lot of books back home whenever my current nanny or butler would bring them to me as I wasn't allowed to wander around much. We were always moving from place to place after the attacks thanks to my Father's business and I didn't make many friends. I've never attended a school like this before so it's strange to me, but in all honesty I would rather stay here as long as I could than go back home. There's nothing waiting for me there."
His face held a sheepish grin as he stopped writing down the background of Latin perhaps having a hand in more modern Spanish, and he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Sorry, didn't mean to get all sentimental."
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 4:59 pm
"No it's okay. I think we both were getting a little sentimental over things." Nash informed with a sheepish grin. He sat up in his seat looking around the class before settling on his notes. At the question he gave a slight start as if no one would ask him the name of his father it was - to him - a surprise. "Uh..." Feeling slightly embarrassed he hurriedly went to look in his bag shuffling around until he produced a picture. On the back was a name... "I can never remember his name. I always called him papa. It's Oberon Nash. Here's what he looks like."
Handing the photo over it was a family portrait with Nash being held on his father's shoulder. Both having the orange mop of head while his father had soft brown eyes, it was easy to find that Nash got his violet orbs from his mother. "We took this about a month before he decided to leave. I think he knew he was going to leave... mama and papa had a lot of arguments after this photo. I think papa was preparing for something but I don't know what." He looked thoughtful a moment not at all upset. "It is strange though, papa never mentioned what he did for a living. I only watched him go off to fish with the local fishermen but there had been times in between where he was gone for weeks. Mama used to worry about that... I was still too young to understand. Hmmm?" Shrugging he stuffed the photo back in his bag focusing his attention on his notes though not really as he was tired of class by this time.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 12:27 pm
"Oberon Nash? What a name, it sounds fit for someone like you're describing. An adventurous sort."
Micajah smiled softly at the boy next to him, enjoying himself as he watched Nash's expressions change from confused to thoughtful to weary. He felt a bit tired by now as well, since class was dragging on and the boys had spent the better part of it chatting, and he honestly wondered if he'd gotten any work done at all.
Sure he'd scribbled down a few notes in his book about how Spanish was decent from Latin (as were two-thirds of languages he assumed) and therefore was close to Italian in terms of communication, but what had he really done? Met someone new?
"I think class is almost over, or is over depending on how you want to look at it."
He looked at the clock on the wall to sort of confirm this message, but since classes seemed to be self-taught he was never sure when the beginning or end honestly was. It sort of made his comment from when he first came in about being late null and void.
"Hey, so do you really want to get together sometime later? I honestly don't mind giving you a hand with your languages and I want to know more about you. You're an interesting kid."
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 7:19 pm
Nash puffed up his cheeks at being called a kid but could understand those qualities about himself. He didn't want to give up his youth but if chasing rainbows was going to be a past time for him, he might as well mature a little. Still he pouted to himself as he began cleaning off his area packing his books and paper in his bag.
"Yeah, class is pretty much over. I don't think I want to study anymore..." He commented absently looking at the picture of his father. After a moment he slipped it in his pocket looking to Micajah. "As for getting together, yes I wouldn't mind that at all. I can use all the help I can get." With a bright smile he tilted his head to the side trying to keep his voice low for other students but it appeared they were packing up as well some already heading out the door. "It was nice meeting you by the way."
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:50 am
"It was good to meet you as well, you're not bad for conversation."
Micajah smiled politely and made a small tilt of his hand to indicate that he too had enjoyed his time talking with Nash and learning fun things like numerology. He was going to have to write back and tell the others about the simple yet startlingly accurate number game and get their reactions about it.
As he gathered the last of his items into his satchel, which didn't take long considering he'd left most of his proper supplies back in his room, Micajah took a moment and ripped a small section of paper out from one of his notebooks. On it he quickly scribbled down his dorm room address for Nash, sliding it over and in front of the boy without any other means.
"This is my dorm room number, feel free to come look me up whenever you want to do some studying together. I'm almost always free as I don't go out shopping or have any types of clubs that I'm in. Let's get together soon, there's something I'm going to want to show you in a little while."
As he finished speaking Micajah snapped together the clip on his satchel and swung it over his shoulder, taking care not to let it move out to far lest it actually strike someone in the head or body. He started to move out and towards the front of the room, making his way to the door before he turned and waved one last time at the pumpkin-head who'd kept him company, and with that he stepped out and into the hallway.
"Oberon Nash, was it? I'll need to look into that."
His tone was slightly serious as his footsteps started to carry him away, and it was only after he was halfway out of the building did he realize that he'd done nothing in class at all.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:46 am
Nash took the paper silently tucking it away in his front pocket. He watched Micajah leave and smiled to himself as he realized that he hadn't gotten much done during class. Oh well he'd have to make up for it during his personal time. Even so he hurried out of the class ready to take on whatever was to come next. Absently he patted the pocket the slip of paper was in... "I'll take you up on that offer sometime. I'm curious to know what you have to show me." He spoke to himself but shook himself clear of those thoughts hurrying to his next destination.
-end-
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