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 Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 3:50 pm
"We all go to diff'rent places." The native children, he meant. It wasn't ShinKami itself that had stolen him, but rather the local government. It was only by the intervention of McGreggor that he'd ended up here. Unless they'd found him by other means. "... Forced?" A severe frown. "By who?"
At least he was talking?
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 7:10 pm
"My Father. He enrolled me here."
No harm in telling another student, yeah? It wasn't like he thought Cane had idea who he actually was and what his father did, so telling him the basics as long as no names were mentioned wouldn't hurt anything. Besides, it seemed like he'd come across someone who wasn't that talkative, and he wondered if that was going to be the new trend for students here at ShinKami. Either they were chatterboxes or you couldn't get them to say a single word. Where all geniuses like that?
"I wanted to go to a public school, imagine that."
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 6:12 pm
Cane nodded slowly, taking in the information, before speaking in a less bitter tone, one that simply factual. "I've never been t'school before." This was indeed the first school he'd ever been enrolled in. Why was he sharing this information? Probably because Micajah didn't seem like a threat, despite his pale skin.
Still, whites were infamous for being clever. Cane frowned slightly, unsure. "My grandmother taught me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 6:28 pm
"Really? That's pretty cool, your Grandmother must be a very wise woman."
He was watching what he was saying as he took his turn responding to the little prompts offered up, the blanket slowly moving tighter and closer to his body as they strolled along. He wasn't sure why he was so cold, he assumed it was because his body was already so weak from trying to repair itself that it couldn't afford to provide him with any luxuries such as body heat. He was already trembling slightly though they had not been outside very long nor had gone very far, but his lips had turned a softer shade of pale that would soon be blue.
Despite all of these hints he had no desire to go inside just yet, instead trying to cheat nature by rubbing his lips with the back of his hand and turning them once more to a slightly rose pink. The action made the tingle in his fingers cease as well now that he'd moved them, and Micajah felt he could go on for a little longer.
"I never met my Grandparents on either side. My Mother never spoke of them and my Father forbade any conversation about his. For all I know I may not even have any."
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 6:34 pm
"Yes." His voice had a warmth in it previously unheard, and he smiled briefly, before frowning again. "Everyone has ancestors. You must learn t'get in touch with them." He didn't elaborate on what that might have meant, and walked only a few minutes more before turning the wheelchair back the way they had come.
"You are being overtaken by th' elements. I will bring you back."
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 7:24 pm
"No no, please!"
Micajah turned himself in the chair as much as he could to look at Cane, one for the first times he had actually bothered to look the boy in the eye, and he shook his head pleadingly. He probably would be crying if it wasn't for the fact that he was so cold and actually was getting better at not showing his emotions so much on the pain medications they had him doped out on - but that didn't mean his face did not look teary.
In fact, he looked downright pathetic. Bandages, blue cheeks and blue lips. Almost a mummy but not quite.
"If...if we go back in now, I don't know the next time they'll let me out. I...I don't want to stay inside that box, even if it was my own fault I got put in there this time."
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 2:19 am
"... Alright." Cane frowned, but his gaze remained neutral as it rested on the more advanced student. He didn't seem to be judging him at all. Rolling his already wide shoulders, the native looked slowly about the grounds, at the tall buildings surrounding them. "Where, then?" Somewhere warm. Canaan wasn't going to be responsible for a cripple's hypothermia on his first day at the school.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:31 pm
"You can just set me off somewhere and go if you're getting cold. I'll be okay out here for a while and can wheel myself inside if I really want to go back in."
He was still looking up at Canaan although the other had turned his gaze away, and Micajah smiled as he wondered how far he could actually get with just one arm. In circles, probably, but that seemed like an adventure and he wouldn't get cold with how hard he was working while trying to move the chair. The thought seemed really ludicrous, but he didn't want to go back inside just yet and he didn't want his current state of affairs known by all the others on the island.
Although Micajah didn't consider himself a person who had any friends, as he felt that those around him probably didn't feel they should call him one as well, there were a few people he didn't want seeing him like he was. They'd have to at least wait until he was out on and on his own feet, maybe.
"If you find a bench or something you can drop me off near there and go about your way. I'm...sorry to have troubled you this far."
Personally Micajah didn't really mind the silent company, considering he knew hardly nothing about this boy, but the old habit of observation was slowly leaking its way back in and soon he'd be asking more things that were more than likely going to dampen any future encounters.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 6:15 pm
"I'm fine." Cane's blue eyes met Micajah's gaze, and he frowned at the boy, grumpy again. "We will sit." He did indeed push the wheelchair to a bench, but chose to sit down himself, rather than leaving. The tanned male absent-mindedly reached down into the collar of his shirt, pulling a necklace free, and let his fingers stroke it as he stared at the snow.
"Where.... Are you from?" He was making a small attempt at conversation. Being friendly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 7:02 pm
"Hmm? Here and there I suppose. We moved too much when I was younger for me to really call any place a home."
Micajah almost leapt for joy (not literally) when he somehow managed to convince Cane to stay outdoors despite the clear signs of protest his body was showing, and as the other started to talk more to him he wondered if being out in the cold was something fun for him? A new experience, perhaps?
"How about you? You're from a reservation, right? What was it like?"
He had only mentioned a reservation based on the pendant he'd seen pulled from the boy's collar, and Micajah knew enough about anything to recognize a dream catcher when he saw one. He of course couldn't go into any detail about them, but as long as he knew they usually were related to Native American traditions he could move from there.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 7:17 pm
Cane stared. Then he stared some more. He got to his feet, blue eyes now icy as he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "How do you know?" Truth be told, there weren't many pure natives left around, Canaan himself was mixed, and most of them didn't live on reservations. It was vaguely stereotypical and almost racist of Micajah to think so, and the brunette's face was blank.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 7:50 pm
....oops.
Micajah's nasty habit of calling it as he saw it seemed to have slipped out very quickly and easily at the mention of the reservation, and he had no way to defend himself by saying he'd read the boy's file - because he hadn't. The only person he'd been able to get any decent information on so far was Wynn, but that was because he knew what to look for after their tour together. Cane had come to Micajah as someone entirely new, someone he wasn't prepared for, and he just blew that all out of the water.
"A very vague and stereotypical guess, though I got my answer based on how you reacted. I was almost going to ask if you'd bought that pendant from a reservation, but it seemed a little more fun if I just assumed you were from there."
He chuckled bitterly at himself as he watched a puff of breath leave his slightly blue again lips, the cold catching up now that they had stopped moving. If he could get this person to leave him by words like this, then maybe it wasn't so bad to be like he was after all. He'd still be getting to stay out doors - though he'd be left out of anger instead of out of a request.
"Pretty stupid of me, yeah?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 8:15 pm
Canaan turned the other boy's words over in his mind for a few silent minutes, before sitting back down on the bench, the anger drained from his being. "Wiser to keep one's thoughts close." That was what he did.
"It was hot, and quiet. Hard work and tradtion." Poor. Though he hadn't minded that at all. "It was home." He shrugged fluidly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 8:21 pm
Well now, that wasn't what he expected. This was interesting.
"You don't sound too unhappy when talking about it, so it must have been something good. I wish I could say the same of my home, it was cold and dark. Lots and lots of rules, very few people around to try and break them in front of for punishment."
Only one window, and cold meals served on a tray pushed into the library.
"Did you grow up with a lot of other kids, or was it just you? You seem kind of stiff, so I figure you must have had others to deal with."
Eating alone, sleeping alone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2008 8:34 pm
"Not really." A pause and he folded his arms across his chest. "Grandmother Cherokee and I lived pretty far out. Came into town 'n the like for wares 'n trading." He also started to work in the autoshop at twelve. He also had at least five half-siblings, but he didn't know them well at all.
"Mainly dealt with the adults, 'n the white men when they came t'start trouble." He shrugged again.
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