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 Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 6:07 pm
November 21, 2011 Landing on the ledge of the roof top slate colored eyes looked about the city, the bright lights lighting up the sky while some large lights lite up the clouds even. Tonight was a lovely night, despite the coldness of the November evening. He was liking the night, he’d already done some energy collecting and was happy to move across the city skyline tonight, all was going peacefully. He’d been lucky with no senshi encounters since he’d sought out that princess on his own, he still was reeling from learning that any senshi had the potential to become royal like that one had. Eventually it would sink and become accepted knowledge, like everything else he’d learned since joining the Negaverse. Nothing really surprised him, or at least not for long, it would eventually fade into the background of what he knew.
That aside though something had just burst in his senses, something big was nearby. It felt like that cat like female who had restrained him via hug back at the pool incident, as he referred that that senshi battle. It felt similar but powerful, like there were several such beings all in one area. What was going on? He had to wonder, and he wasn’t so sure he should be headed in that direction but his course brought him toward that feel. Something was going on, there was no other reason for such a feeling, and he wanted to find out what. Nothing with such a feeling could be good, never was in this city after all. But just as he was moving across a roof top he felt it…he was shrinking. Now Benitoite had no issues with his height but to be shrinking! That he had an issue with, such as just how he was shrinking. It shouldn’t be possible after all, then again given the war going on and the Surrounding and all, anything could happen.
Stopping his pursuit of the signature, to see what would happen and when his shrinking would stop, he watched as the ground got closer and closer with horror taking up residence in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, what could he scream ‘Help I’m shrinking!’ No, that wouldn’t work, and it would garner unwanted attention. Whatever was happening he had to let happen and then find someone. What he wasn’t expecting was the smoke around him and the tingling feeling. When the smoke was blown away he was left as…a cat.
Feeling at himself with tiny paws he was quick to confirm what he was, and wasn’t. He was not human nor was he a dog. He had been turned into a cat. But how…and why?!
A leap off the roof was taken; cats did land on all four paws every time…right? It seemed like it, his body twisted as he fell through the air toward the ground, and he landed with a jarring shudder on all four paws. Well, that wasn’t too bad. Now he had to find a mirror, or a glass window, so he could get a better look at himself. So far, from what he could tell, he was a darkly colored feline. When he did reach a window, with a ledge on which he could leap up, he confirmed that he was indeed darkly colored but it wasn’t a normal – natural – color. He didn’t look normal, especially the marking on his side, the ivy that normally decorated his coat. But also what stood out was the black star on his forehead that would easily give him away as abnormal. “Lovely…” He didn’t mind how he looked, he thought he looked good for a cat, but the problem was was that he couldn’t be seen by people. It would stand out and he didn’t want to even think of what may happen were he found by some senshi, he didn’t trust them.
Deciding he couldn’t stay where he was, and risk unwanted attention, he headed off in search of the back alleys and a way to make his way through the city. He couldn’t go home to Lily’s place, he had no right to bring her into his life and whatever had happened, and he couldn’t go home. He could seek out Matthew, Alunite, or perhaps Painite. But he really wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with whatever laughter was sure to ensue due to his present form. No, no he’d find a way to survive on his own. Maybe others were like this and he’d run in to them? That was something to think on as he made his way down an alleyway, tail lashing behind him. Yes, perhaps others were in the same position he was in and maybe they had a clue! That last part was a very nice thing to hope for, but he knew not to hope too much. Word count: 807
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 7:45 pm
December 12, 2011 There was no set date, it was just a tradition which happened, and this morning he’d woken to a text waiting on his phone. Apparently today was the day mother, father, and himself would get the holiday decorations down and start on some things and plan what they would be doing. For a moment he groaned, thinking of how much trouble it was getting everything from the attic, but then he found himself smiling. Another slice of normality which was dearly needed and treasured.
Slowly he climbed out of bed and poked his head into Lily’s room, once he’d gotten out of his own room. “Mom’s got me going home today. I’ll be out most of the day, pulling the decorations out.” She would know what he meant. And down the hall to the bathroom he went, the idea of a hot shower fixed in his mind. As he grabbed a towel, face cloth, soap, sponge, and other things he let his thoughts slide to last year’s tree. The colors used had been red and gold, every year they went with two colors for everything. They’d decide today what colors they’d use and look through the ornaments, make sure none had broken over the storage time, and they’d check the light strands as well and replace whatever needed replacing. It was a tradition to go over everything one day and the following weekend they’d actually start decorating and two weeks before Christmas they’d get the tree and decorate it, so it tended to be a three day thing which made up the whole tradition.
Showering and washing his hair he scrubbed his face clean, he had picked up a new bottle of facial cleanser yesterday, and once clean he stepped out of the shower and began to towel dry his hair before the towel went about his wait. Brushing his teeth as he wondered what color combination they’d go with this year. What would both of his parents suggest? What color combination would he suggest? Maybe go with the sugar plum idea and go plum and…gold, though he did honestly like silver over gold. It wasn’t a bad idea, and they had a load of ornaments in the color also.
While he brushed his teeth and dressed, in his room, he pondered if that was a good idea to go with. Going over a mental idea of what the ornaments looked like, most in that plum color were old fashioned in design which wasn’t all that bad. Finally wrapping a scarf about his neck, and grabbing his car keys, he yanked on his jacket and was out the door, decision made. A quick stop for tea, coffee, and espresso from his favorite café and he was headed to his parents. His cell phone sitting in the empty passenger seat since he was balancing the cup tray between his seat and the passenger seat, which meant the cup holder he normally stuck his phone in to was occupied.
“Finally…normalcy.” Things were getting better, Lily had helped a lot, he still had the bad dreams and still couldn’t get the thoughts out of his head but he was doing better. “I hope it’s not too cold…” The drinks were given a look, as if daring them to be too cold for his parents or his own taste, as he grabbed the cups which were in one of those four cup holder trays and got out of the car. Using a hip to shut the door he headed inside, he’d get his phone at some point. Knocking on the front door he had to show his mother what he had so he wasn’t hugged; rather kisses to the cheeks were exchanged before he was let in. Let the normal begin once more.
“Mom, sorry I didn’t reply to your text.” Smiling as he toed off his shoes and moved in socked feet to the coffee table and set the tray down. Grabbing his own drink he took a sip, savoring the flavors while delighting in the fact it wasn’t too cold.
“You sent it while I was still sleeping. I didn’t think to respond, since you know I’ll never miss this.” Meaning to reply would have been pointless, and she knew it just as much as he did. “Grab your tea.” When she wasn’t working tea was the drink she was most often seen with. When she was working…coffee, and lots of it. The coffee cup was motioned to his father as he came into the room from the kitchen. “Morning, father.”
Setting his cup down he started to remove his coat and then his scarf, his slate eyes on his parents. “So, what color ideas do you both have…I was thinking plum and gold.”
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 11:15 pm
December 16, 2011 He’d done the shopping he’d planned earlier in the day, the shopping for both humans and pets, and now he was out gathering energy. Tomorrow night he would be taking off and relaxing with a book perhaps, maybe some incense and scented candles even. The idea had merit, was pleasurable even, as the idea swam about his mind electing a purr from the blond he let his hold on his latest…donator drop. Watching the man crumple onto the park bench he turned, heels clicking, as he headed off into the chill night. He had more people to find and drain of energy, he’d drop by an alley and power down long enough to call an ambulance for that guy; he didn’t want him freezing to death or something else.
What he wasn’t expecting was his communication crystal to crackle to life. Pulling it out, hoping it wasn’t someone in need of aid, he listened as he heard one of the General-Queen’s voices. A party…tomorrow night, well there went his plans, and a secret santa. So he had to do last minute shopping tomorrow, he really hoped he didn’t have a hard time deciding what to get whoever he was assigned. Maybe they’d be someone he knew? That would help significantly.
Alas as he heard the end of the speech and his assignment he found his nose wrinkling in distaste, he didn’t know this Captain. Luck it seemed wasn’t in the mood to be nice to him. A cowboy though….what to get a cowboy? Pondering this as he tucked away his communication crystal he ducked into an alley and moments later Alexandre stood there with his cell phone out and a call being made about the unconscious man in the park. Closing his phone he powered up and was out of the alley and on his way again, this time taking to the roof tops of the city. He’d have to put a good amount of thought in to this tomorrow, maybe if he wandered the mall and other shopping areas he’d figure something out, he couldn’t spend the time tonight at this hour pondering gift ideas. It was late, too late, stores were closed and while the mall was open he did have energy to gather; it didn’t gather itself. Frowning he crossed his arms, his coat pulled tight about his slender frame.
“I wonder what one gets a cowboy…boots or a hat, though I’m sure whoever this Captain is has both, and both ideas seem…overdone and expected.” And he didn’t want to do something cliché, overdone, or just boring and plain. He wanted something which wasn’t as expected as a cowboy hat or snakeskin boots. Maybe he’d also break out the phone book, or check online, for cowboy stores in the city; if they had any.
“I’d better not fail at this; I don’t care to look like a fool.” Not if everyone would be there, and he didn’t want to get something this other Captain wouldn’t like, or something wrong in some way. “I do wish I’d gotten someone I knew or that I knew this person…” He didn’t even know if they were male or female. He really needed to meet other Negaverse agents, this was just making that even more apparent then it had already been to him.
“I hope I can find a store that’ll suit my need.” He really did, and he hoped he could explain the purchase to his parents when they got the bank statements. He had a hard enough time explaining why he’d missed Thanksgiving and hadn’t called or anything, and he’d had to explain to his parents and Lily! He’d had to come up with the excuse of needing to get out of the city, the news and fighting going on in the city were getting to him and some other nonsense. He doubted they really truly bought it but it had gotten them nodding their heads and his mother complaining about the gangs fighting in the city and causing so much damage. So he’d effectively killed the questioning by his parents. Hopefully this excuse would go over better, like the excuse for when he’d been at the Surrounding and why he needed two days off from school. That had been easier to excuse – lie about.
Breaking from his thoughts they turned outward, specifically to the woman who had caught his eye. Time to gather more energy, tomorrow he’d shop.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 2:44 pm
December 31, 2011 Christmas was as usual, no surprises in how Christmas would go. His family showed up early, after he’d arrived at his parents and gift opening had taken place. His gifts had found their way up to his room, for safe keeping while his family was over. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his cousins it was simply none of their business what he got for gifts, nor was he inclined to let them poke at his things even if nothing would be broken.
It was at some point shortly after breakfast, which was later then usual, that the door bell rang and the first of his family turned up. By the time lunch rolled around everyone was here, including the grandparents, everyone had brought some part of lunch which was normal since his mother did the whole dinner on her own so everyone else provided for the big family lunch.
Seated on a living room couch he’d had his lunch and then returned to his room to await the dinner call. The tv which was still in his now empty room was put to good use, entertaining him. It wasn’t that he disliked his family, that was far from the case, it was simply that his cousins annoyed him. Alexandre was cursed with cheerful cousins who lived near to each other, attended school together, so they had their inside jokes and conversations, they knew the same people and teachers. It was all the talks he couldn’t be part of and the perky energy they all seemed to possess. Rolling his eyes he found himself smirking as he wondered just what would happen should any of them wind up involved in this war. Would it kill that perky, all too happy and bright, personality which all his cousins seemed to possess? Would the one involved in the war tell the others, or suffer keeping it a secret? For a moment he couldn’t help but wish for that, if only because it might stop some of the teasing his usual calm, proper, and polite manner got from them. If nothing else it would hopefully end all that bright cheerfulness his cousins seemed to ooze.
When dinner was called, several hours later, it was ignored as the blond had fallen asleep. It took his mother coming up to wake him, gently nudging him awake till he roused and followed her down after using his mothers hair brush to fix his hair. Tieing his hair back as he came down the stairs he joined everyone at the large dinner table and took his seat by his parents at one end of the table, at the other end sat his grandparents with everyone else in between.
Dinner was an affair consisting of talk of politics, school, friends, sports and cheerleading, and other such bland but proper family discussion topics. Even dating came up to which he declined to answer. How could he tell his family that which he may find some people good looking he couldn’t date them? Where he used to just say whatever he was thinking he was learning to refrain from doing so, out of sheer necessity. There were things he couldn’t tell them, or anyone. He was indeed changing, like he and Lily had discussed how many evenings back.
When dinner was over he helped with gathering dishes and cleaning. The dishwasher couldn’t hold everything and if you waited for it to finish before loading it again it would take hours to clean everything. So while the dish washer was loaded, after each dish was rinsed under water quickly, he took to properly hand washing the dishes; yes he did know how to do domestic things. Taking his time to clean the dishes Alexandre passed them off to someone else, either his mother or grandmother, for drying and from there the two ladies would stack them into the proper cabinet. It was while this took place that the topic of his moving out came up, where he noted a few glares or scowls from his cousins. It seemed they weren’t all bright and cheery, how nice to know, looks like some jealousy as he answered his grandmothers questions about living with Lily and that things were going well. They had food, and yes the house was not completely empty. They had all the necessary things. He understood she was concerned, given his and Lily’s age, but she really didn’t need to worry.
As the conversation continued he was more than happy to escape once the dishes were done and head up to his room. Claiming that he ate too much he took off for his room, asking his mother to not disturb him even when the others left. That said, and her promise given, he took off for the safety of his room where upon entrance the door was shut and locked and he was opening his window and powering up and leaving. It might be Christmas but he wanted to check things out and make sure things were all safe tonight.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 12:09 am
Prompt Destiny City has always had it's far share of snow during the winter, but one big storm on top of another in the past week has pretty well buried the city. With over a foot of snow many businesses are closed and people are hunkering down indoors. You know what that means, Snow Day! Schools are out as well as many businesses. How are you going to spend your extra days off? Or if you're one of the unlucky few who didn't get the day off, how are you taking it? January 29, 2012 It was one thing to have snow and it was quite another to have snow storm after snow storm where the snow just continued to pile up. With more than a foot on the ground Alexandre was nearly stranded inside, nearly being the keyword here. He had indeed gotten out; he had food shopping, rehearsal, his parents to visit, and other things to do. But it did mean he was limited in when and where he went. It wasn’t just because of all the snow but the idiot drivers who couldn’t seem to drive in this, not that he felt safe driving in it either. This was why he was glad that school had closed, though many other things in the city had closed as well which limited where people could go for needed things.
Nice thick socks were worn as he padded about the house; he’d closed the thick curtains earlier in an attempt to keep the cold out as much as possible. The heat was one keeping the house relatively warm, but it wasn’t on high enough to roast Lily and himself; and the dog. This meant it was still chilly and the floors were worse, hence the socks.
Shuffling down the hall to his room, intent on grabbing a book to read, he couldn’t help but being drawn to his bedroom window and peeking out the curtains. For his own room he’d gone with thick velvet curtains of a rich dark blue color, he’d done his room in a slate and dark blue color pallet. Still coming down and it didn’t seem like it’d stop any time soon. “At least we have enough food.” He’d made sure on the last trip to the grocery store, before it closed due to being snowed in, to buy everything they could possibly need for the next week. No telling when they’d open and what he could get his hands on, due to the mass of people all running around grabbing everything as they shoved other people out of their way. Seeing little old ladies, whom he’d seen on Saturday morning trips to the grocery store, shoving people out of the way, hitting people with their carts, and blocking people with their carts had really left an impression on him – don’t screw with granny. Nope, at least not when there was a chance of being snowed in and unsafe roads. Those grannies got as nasty as anyone else, if not more so due to their age and the feeling of privilege it instilled in them.
Letting his curtain fall shut as he stepped back he went to retrieve his book from his bedside table, right next to his lamp, where it had been left the previous night. He’d been reading before turning in last evening, he needed something to tire himself out and since he hadn’t gone out energy collecting he’d been left to reading. He knew he should be reading the script, which was laying on his computer desk with streaks of purple highlighter decorating it’s many pages, but he simply wasn’t in the mood for Shakespeare at the moment. Rather Oliver Twist had caught his eye, he’d had the book sitting on his shelf unread for some time. Alexandre liked to read, don’t get him wrong, it was just he saw too many books he liked and wanted to read and just didn’t have the time to read them all as fast as he bought them. This was one of the many victims of this habit of his, and there were many more sitting neatly on his book shelves. Oliver Twist had just for some unknown reason gotten his attention the previous night and he’d gotten hooked on the story. Another step toward reading every book he had in his room, and many more steps to be taken.
Glancing back to his curtained window he turned and headed out of his room, fingers seeking the book mark and flipping the book open as he headed for the living room where a hot drink awaited his return. He’d call his parents sometime later, see if they were doing ok at home or needed anything. It wasn’t like they couldn’t get out and get what they needed but he’d prefer they didn’t, he didn’t want them on the road with the idiots out there and would rather he be the one taking some risks.
For a moment he pictured his parents, curled up on the living room couch in front of the lit fireplace. They’d be enjoying each others company, maybe his mother working on something while talking to his father. The point was they’d be comfortable, warm, and together. It was something he didn’t know personally, and for a moment wished and longed for it. Those feelings, like any other time they arose, were pushed back down. Dating was not something he could take as lightly as anyone else, and he wouldn’t. It was harder for him and something he had to just let happen, whenever that was. Sitting down he drew his legs up under himself as he sat in the corner of the couch, a throw pillow pressed between his back and the corner of the couch, as he settled in to read and relax.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 12:16 am
February 15, 2012 He’d known weeks in advance that he would have Valentine’s Day off of school, in order to avoid what had happened last year. Last year he’d been subject to a few girls wanting to help him celebrate his birthday by being his personal Valentine’s, all said in suggestive tones. He’d come home with more chocolate than was healthy to eat, in his opinion, and completely and thoroughly freaked out over the girls blatant advances on him. Lily this year, since he was living with her, had allowed him the day off and so he’d made his plans in advance for the day.
Lily should be at work so he’d be alone for the most part and thus had to have some form of plan or be doomed to boredom. That was where planning to do something came in. He hadn’t known what at first but as the days slipped on, slowly bringing him closer to the dreaded and loathed day, he came up with something of an idea or rather a need which he had to answer. He blamed it on Lily for introducing him to owning a pet; he’d never owned so much as a gold fish as he’d grown up. But now he lived with Lily and her beloved dog and Dahlia continued to make her visits to him. It really shouldn’t have been a shock had he told Lily that he was planning to get a puppy for himself, a birthday gift to himself.
Like usual, at least since joining the Negaverse, he’d done his research and looked up every breed he found physically attractive and looked up local breeders of reputation. After weeks of poking around the internet and finding time between school and duties to check out little local dog shows, so he could see the breeders and get to know them and their dogs, he’d decided on the breed and from whom he would seek a puppy. From there he’d spoken to them at length, invited them over for tea, flavored water for himself, and let them see the house and backyard. He had lied, telling them Lily knew and approved of him bringing a new canine into the house, and with payment made that afternoon as the woman (named Beth) had deemed the house and himself suitable for one of her pup’s he’d made his own personal preparations’.
Trips to the pet store for food, a kennel, pillow bed, and other assorted things he felt a puppy would need. His closer was filled with the hidden items, the door closed when he wasn’t home or when his bedroom door was open; he didn’t want Lily to see. It wasn’t that he thought she’d mind but he rather wanted to surprise her with a new member of the family. In the midst of his buying of items, he hadn’t done it all in one day; he’d been called over to Beth’s home to see her b***h and the litter which was close to being placed in homes.
That day he remembered as a day of hiding his happiness from Lily, he was one step closer to what he wanted and he had been giddy all day to be honest. It would be a dog he could carry about or walk around and have in his room when he slept. It was the bond that he felt he could form which had him giddy, more than almost anything else (the puppy was undeniably adorable). He’d picked one of the pups, the one who approached him first assuming it was the most confident and unafraid, and while Beth placed the collar (dark green) about the pup’s neck to mark that one as his he’d held the little one in his arms, just like he did now as he walked into the house.
He’d only just picked him up from Beth’s, he’d waited till noon to head across the city to pick him up, and now his mind was telling him just what he needed to do – he needed to get him out the back for a walk and then let him wander the house and learn the smells. While Alexandre headed through the house he wondered what Lily would say when she got home from work, would she gush over the cute pup or would she yell at him for not telling her and thus keeping her from partaking in the excitement and picking of the little one? He still needed to pick a name, it was the one thing he hadn’t done, this wasn’t to say he hadn’t been looking in to names – he had. The problem was he simply couldn’t find one he could agree on in his mind. Maybe he’d talk to Lily when she got home and give her the short list of names he had in mind, let her help him decide.
Setting the little one on the grass he let him wander as far as the thin leash would let him, letting him sniff around and find a place to go. He watched as the little one lifted his leg to go and topple over with a yelp. Laughing, one hand covering up his laughter, he went over and bent, gently pulling the little one into his arms. “It seems your balance isn’t quite good enough for that, not yet at least.” Smiling he settled the pup down again and watched him finish what he’d started before heading them back inside.
Letting the little one off the leash as he shut the back door, and locked it of course, Alexandre set the least down on a chair and moved around following the investigating puppy. This was his plan for the day, for Valentine’s Day. Rather than finding a date, like some desperate teenager, he settled for following a puppy around with a smile on his face.
“I think Lily’s going to love you.” Bending down to get the little one away from the object he was attempting to climb, so curious and cute. “I’ll have to thank her, later, for introducing me to being a pet owner.” This spoken to the little one he was once again following through the living room.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:34 am
June 21, 2012 The screaming, ear piercing, sound of the alarm clock woke the blond from his sleep. A pale hand snaked out from under a thin cotton sheet and slammed the top of the alarm and the insistent screaming suddenly stopped. Slowly the sheet fell down and pooled in Alexandre’s lap as a small yawn, followed by a wide yawn, escaped him. He really didn’t want to be up this early, a glare sent to his alarm clock, before he slipped out of bed. Cadha seemed to have noticed his master was up and decided to get up as well and follow him through the house, down the stairs, and into the kitchen his stub of a tail wagging the whole way.
“Shh…” Finger pressed to his lips as he shushed the little four legged noise maker, it was too early for this, but he got Cadha out the back to go to the bathroom while he went in search of the orange juice in the fridge. A glass came out of a cabinet and was set on the counter top where it was filled. The orange juice put away he went to check on Cadha and let him back in, sipping his juice the whole way. “Alright, you stay here and eat.” And so the morning routine continued with Alexandre feeding Cadha and giving him water before he went out for a short morning run before he came home to take a shower and dress for his first day of work.
Out of the shower and toweling his hair dry Alexandre moved through his closet looking over the clothing hung up around him, the joys of having a walk in closet, before deciding on a white polo shirt and a pair of khaki colored pants that fit a bit looser than he normally wore but would work. Stepping out of his closet, both garments in hand, he tossed the towel he’d been using to towel dry his hair with, and dropped the one about his waist as he went about grabbing undergarments and getting dressed. The pants really were a bit loose but they fit right at the waist so weren’t all that bad, he’d have never worn them if they fell too much at the waist. Socks slipped onto one foot and than the other before he went back to the bathroom, by now the mirror wasn’t so steam covered and he could see himself, grabbing his hair brush – the one gifted to him by Dahlia Alexandre started to brush out his damp hair before pulling it back into a tight pony tail, his bangs left free to frame his face.
“And I think I have time to grab breakfast on the way.” He’d drop by a café he knew did amazing scones and then be off to work. While moving down stairs he spied Cadha laying spread out on the living room floor, seemed he’d already finished his breakfast. He’d already asked his father to drop by at some point during the day, since he worked from home, and let Cadha out back for him since he wouldn’t have that ability.
Downstairs he grabbed what he had left out the evening before, so he didn’t have to worry about having everything he needed, his pale blue Burberry bag contained sunglasses, an empty water bottle that he’d fill later, his keys, a spare hair holder, and sun block. Grabbing his keys he headed out the door and locking it behind him he headed out to work. Hopefully all would go well and he’d make a good impression on everyone, from customers to his fellow workers. He did want to make a good impression, to show that he was capable. Word count: 619
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 6:01 pm
June 23, 2012 Stepping into the house Alexandre set used his hip to shut the front door and toed off his shoes before moving through the house. Into the kitchen where he set a white bag from the local Italian restaurant down he moved back into the living room then. Locking the front door he went up to his room to drop his Burberry bag off on his bed and started peeling off his clothing from work. Sweaty and in need of a shower he finished stripping and on the way to the bathroom, naked as the day he was born, he reached up and let his hair down.
Hair free and laying limp against his back he padded into the bathroom and set about showering and washing his hair, too much sweat was no good for his hair. The smell of herbs filled the bathroom as he washed quickly, he didn’t want to take his time and have his dinner go cold. He had decided to get dinner tonight rather than cook; he was tired and really didn’t want to be bothered with it tonight.
It was ten minutes, give or take, when he came down stairs dressed again and with his wet hair swept up and back into a tight pony tail. Socked feet were near soundless as he moved into the kitchen where he got Cadha his dinner, and fresh cold water, before he went to get his own food from the bag it had been in since picking it up at the restaurant.
Alexandre pulled out what was wrapped in tin foil and under that was the meal, a Panini filled with breaded chicken, spinach, onions, and mushrooms, while it had a marsala sauce/gravy on it. Taking a whiff and sighing he went to get himself a drink, ice cold juice, which was poured into a glass and taking his meal from the counter top and sat himself at the small kitchen table to eat.
“I hope you weren’t too lonely today, Cadha. I had my first day of work though so you’ll have to get used to this from now on.” So would he and his father, since his father would drop by every day while he was at work in order to handle Cadha for him.
“I had some woman walking me all about the greenhouses today, every time I showed her something she wanted to see and told her about it she’d change her mind. Finally she settled on something. I thought she’d never be happy, or leave.” He stated, looking to the small black terrier that was peering up at him every few bites of his food, or laps of his water.
“She finally settled on pansies, so common and right near the entrance to the nursery.” But she had felt the need, apparently, to have him follower her all around the place when what she settled on she’d walked right past coming into the nurseries grounds. “I’m glad mom and dad made sure I learned my manners and to be polite.” Other wise he might have screamed at her when she’d finally made her decision. A vicious bite was taken from his meal and a sip of juice chased the food down.
“I really hope, though I’m sure, that people like that are a rarity.” And Cadha seemed to not care about his complaints about the day, as soon the little terrier was at the back door scratching and looking to get let out. Sighing he got up and let Cadha out and when the screen door closed behind the dog he went back to finish his meal.
“I bet Lily would find it funny if I called her and told her all about it.” He mused to himself as he went about tossing out the bag, tin foil, and cheap paper plate his food had come in and on. “Then after she finished laughing, or giggling, she’s try and say nice things and ask about the rest of my day.” Which actually hadn’t been that bad. Someone had gone out to get lunch for everyone, from some place he couldn’t remember the name of, he’d ordered and paid for a salad which hadn’t been bad at all. It was good to have something light and fresh when working out in the summer heat. He’d kept himself covered in sun block, he didn’t want to look like a lobster after all, it wasn’t such a bad day and he hadn’t even bought himself any plants – a real shock when he’d texted his mother that when he’d gotten off work and was preparing to head to pick up his dinner. Word count: 775
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 6:31 pm
July 18, 2012 This weekend Alexandre stood in the cleared out living room, everything which normally filled the room occupied other rooms; the carpet was covered in thick clear plastic with cans of opened and unopened paint settled upon it. Rollers and brushes sat waiting to be used while the boarder was already tapped off and a ladder stood erected at one wall. His iPod, silver in color, sat in its little station and was playing some tune he didn’t notice as he glanced around the room to make sure every inch of floor was covered, and to make sure he had everything he needed. Cadha was at his parent’s house, he wasn’t going to choke the little one on paint fumes and risk him getting into something while he painted and the room dried.
Grabbing the can of paint he poured some into the tray and grabbed the brush and taking the ladders steps carefully the tray was settled on the little part that stuck out from the other side of the ladder. Working to outline the room in paint, the walls would be a different color from the ceiling; he made his way slowly around the room doing a boarder around the four walls. Once that was done and he was off the ladder he went about putting a roller on a pole to good use as he continued his painting. Already the pale tone of the walls was being covered up by a warm camel color. The furniture would thankfully still match so he didn’t need to buy new things for the house.
Sighing as he watched the pale color over run and covered up by the new color he looked around at the room. So empty. The picture frames, filled with pictures of himself and Lily, his family and her’s, were upstairs though some were missing. Lily had taken some with her. Movies were missing from the collection and books were gone. It was like loosing his other half his best friend. She had been with him, a constant in his life, since birth and now she was off in Italy and he was here…painting and filling to void she’d left. She said she’d return but when? She was, for all purposes, his sister and he missed her. Biting his lip he felt a dull throb in his hand and blinked staring at his fist where it had connected with the unpainted wall. God he was alone in this house.
He might be busy with work and patrols and training…and now dating but he still had too many hours spent in this empty house. Even with Cadha barking and following him around it was too empty and he felt it deeply. There was just no way to fill it though, to bring more noise to it, no matter how loud he blasted the tv or his iPod it didn’t do the job of filling the void he as he moved around the house. It was just an empty feeling that no amount of artificial noise could fill.
Drawing his hand back from the wall he concentrated on painting over the wall, being mindful to make sure he got everything painted and didn’t leave any patches to look like it had been attacked by a paint dipped sponge. “I miss her…” A whisper to himself, since no one was here to hear him, Alex went on painting, pouring paint into the tray, loading the roller with more paint, shifting the roller on a pole to a much shorter roller, and then the living room was done and hours had flown by and tired and hot he wiped his bangs from his face, smearing paint across his cheek in an upward arch.
“I should stop for the night..” But he didn’t. Closing up the paint can he hadn’t quite used up he headed upstairs, grabbing some new rollers along the way and headed himself up the plastic covered stairs and down the hall, which was equally plastic covered, and trooped into Lily’s former room. It was empty of her things and was also covered in plastic. This was what he hadn’t wanted to do but he needed it, he was sure of it somehow.
Soon he had the room filled with painting supplies and ready to start he looked over the dark sage color he had picked for the room. Just as he brought the brush to the wall, already tapped up, he heard the first lines of a familiar and yet old song come out over the speakers.
Another turning
Point, a fork
Stuck in the road
And the brush touched the wall and slowly started the process of claiming the wall – the room – as it’s own. Even while he started the process his attention was focused on the song now playing softly over the speakers.
Time grabs you by
The wrist directs
You where to go
And on for hours he painted, even as he finished he was humming that long forgotten tune. It seemed fitting and had remained in his mind as he worked on painting the room. Tonight he would let the house air out and tomorrow he would move the furniture back into the living room…and bring the bed and mattress into the bedroom. Right now he needed a long, cold, shower and then sleep. He felt drained, physically, mentally, and especially emotionally.
Leaving Lily’s room, as he would continue to think of it as such till someone filled that room who was not Lily, the blond padded his way to the bathroom to get that much needed shower. The whole way, which really wasn’t in fact that long of a distance, he whispered a few words stuck in his mind.
So make the best
of this test and
don't ask why
It's not a question
but a lesson
learned in time.
Clothing hit the tiled floor of the bathroom, limp fingers unable to hold the paint spattered fabric for longer than it took to remove the garments. Stepping out of pants and discarding his clothing in something of a zone the whole time Alexandre managed to work on autopilot, gathering what he needed for a shower and to get the paint drips from his hair. His limps felt odd almost like they weren’t there. He felt more empty and hallow than he had since Lily had left and his mind kept trying to tell him how silly it all was, she was only on vacation, but he had never been this alone for this long. Stepping into the shower stall as he turned the tap on and pulled a little knob on the spigot up, to get the shower going, he stood under the spray – still and silent.
“This is just a test…growing up…I need to be stronger.” He couldn’t be this weak, he couldn’t allow it. He had to be strong for himself, he had to become himself – an older and more mature him.
“I’m not a simple teenager any longer – haven’t been for a year now…” And his head tipped back, water washing down his face and slicking back his hair at the same time. He had to be more responsible; he was looking to do training while now holding a job as a civilian and still had other things to do. He needed to keep it together and not let being alone in this house, and without his best friend and hr family, get to him. Even if it did feel like he’d lost a chunk of his own family.
"I can do this." And he could, he would. Word count: 1,226
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 3:43 pm
July 27, 2012 Finally he reached his front door, tired and sore, Alexandre felt half asleep already as he brought his house key out and shoved the key into the lock and turned. Unlocking the door he nearly fell through as the door gave way and pushed open for him. “Finally, home.” He breathed out and quickly shut the door behind him. Keys were set down on the table by the door and the door was locked before the blond was toeing off shoes and heading upstairs. He needed that bath – now.
A glance about the living room, while he climbed the stairs, showed him that apparently his cell phone had a message. He’d check that before climbing into bed, so he at least didn’t have to handle that when morning came. Who knows who it could be, though he was hoping it was Lily. He hadn’t talked to her in a while, it had been too long, and he missed her dearly. Shifting his thoughts away from Lily, he didn’t need to dwell on such things tonight, Alexandre continued on his way up to the bathroom where he stripped down and grabbed a towel from the bathroom closet.
Hanging his towel up and running the water he added some bath salts before getting in. He really did need this, he needed to relax.
At some point his skin got to looking like a prune, or a raisin, and that was when he stood up to finish washing off using the shower head and then grabbed his towel which was quickly wrapped about his waist and out of the tub Alexandre stepped. Dripping water the whole way he padded down the hall to his room, Cadha at some point coming to follow his owner.
Bending he reached out petting the little pup on the head, smiling as drips of water fell from his hand and fell between twin dark eyes. “I missed you.” And he had missed the little Scottie very much. “Perhaps a late night let out into the backyard is in order, what do you think?” Yes, he was talking to a dog but there was no one else at home right now for him to talk to. He’d lost sight of Bazzite during the battle and hadn’t seen him during the party; the pale blue haired male he knew would get home safe. Sighing he stood up slowly, gently, and moved abut drying off and pulling out bed clothing for himself. “I’ll let you out while I check my phone.” That was the best order of things.
Pulling on the black wife beater, he already had the loose bed shorts on; he padded down stairs with Cadha trotting along side him. Through the living room and into the kitchen he opened the backdoor and turned on the back floodlight. “Out you go Cadha.” And watching the little dog, dark eyes glittering, run out into the backyard he went back into the living room to grab his phone and check who’d called and left him a message.
Smiling as he heard the message. “Lily…”Word count: 513
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 11:07 pm
July 28, 2012 Tonight was not the night for duty and going out to patrol. Tonight was a night to be spent at home in front of the living room tv. Two bottles of flavored water sat on the coffee table while the tv was already set to the right channel in preparation for what was due to be on in fifteen minutes.
Jonathan was somewhere in the house, or maybe he’d gone out? Alexandre really wasn’t quite sure at the moment. Cadha had already had dinner, gone out into the backyard, come in from the backyard and was getting under foot as the blond moved around the house. Socked feet moved across the floor from the kitchen to the living room as he brought a late dinner into the living room, something he would never normally do. Dinner was normally had in the kitchen but it was late and he wasn’t about to risk what he was waiting for, even if he did have the cable box set to record it all.
Finally it was on! Seated in front of the tv, curled up on the living room couch with both legs drawn up and under himself, Alexandre was happy to settle in and watch the Olympics opening ceremony. Pressed into the corner of the couch, leaning on a throw pillow, his eyes were locked onto the screen taking in the countryside scene and watched as it transitioned to a very industrial scene. It was interesting to watch and he enjoyed it as well as the nurses and fairytales scene, really the Brit’s did get all the good fairytales and that sort of magical and whimsical feel about their country side. It really wasn’t fair but he knew it was one reason he wished he was with Lily in England.
Now the whole thing with the music through the generations…that was just boring and annoying to be honest. He understood what they were trying to show and such but he simply disliked it. It wasn’t something he thought note worthy, he could think of other things which he thought were more note worthy. But the James Bond scene ha been good, so had the children signing from the various parts of England especially the children of Northern Ireland singing Danny Boy.
“If only they’d done away with that music scene.” This was said while David Beckham took a boat across the water, bringing the torch closer and closer to its final destination. “They could have found something much better to show in that time.” Rolling his eyes as he skipped the commercials, he really disliked them, and watched as the parade of nations started. “Ahh, tradition.”
Watching he couldn’t help but stare at a certain shirtless, oiled?, member of the delegation from American Samoa. He might be many things but completely cold when it came to a good looking body he was not, he just didn’t advertize.
“Interesting…planting the flags up the tour.” It really was an idea. “If I didn’t want Lily home so soon I’d be asking her for pictures of the Olympic stadium once it’s all over.” A comment directed to Cadha as he again brought the tv remote to bare and pressed the button to skip the commercials. Though who knows, she may have tickets and just not told him. The time they could talk was limited – stolen moments.
“It’s like a lesson of all the various, and tiny and other wise unheard of, countries.” This was said after a particular one was called that he’d never heard of. And again with the remote being brought to aim on the tv and commercials skipped. “I do hate those things, so annoying and loud.”
Finally, after the long parade of nations the torch was being lit and Alexandre stared at the tv screen with curious slate eyes. What was the plan and how would they do it. The speed boat was certainly a surprise, as was the person running it, it was good though. When he finally saw what happened he nodded and leaned back in his seat, when had he leaned forward. “Very nice, I must admit they did do good with that. I rather liked it. Though that music sequence was horrid and annoying.” Standing as he spoke he looked at the nearly empty second bottle of flavored water. Gathering the two bottles, plate, fork, and napkin he headed into the kitchen to handle the dishes and tossing out the trash. “And I believe it’s time for a shower and bed, Cadha.” The little dog had gotten up and followed the blond into the kitchen.
“Come on, I’ll call Lily in the morning while I got my morning run.” See what she thought about the whole thing as she surely had seen it all, whether on the tv or in person he was hoping to find out. They also had some more planning to do, he needed her home and she seemed to want to return home.Word count: 830
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 7:09 pm
August 14, 2012 Sitting at the living room coffee table, candles around filled the house with the smells of apple, cinnamon, and pine, Alexandre was busy. Two large postal boxes sat empty next to him on the floor. Laid out on the coffee table were all manner of items ranging from jar candles to little decorated tins and a bracelet. It was an odd collection of items to say the least but it all made sense, they all belonged where they were. Sitting also on the floor was a package of dark green and orange tissue paper and packing peanuts.
Looking over the collected items on the table he sighed. “Candles first.” They would go into a box with everything else, save for the two bottles of wine which would go side by side in the second box alone.
Gently he filled the box with tissue paper, covering the bottom and sides of the box, before reaching for the first item. A jar candle, kitchen spice was the scent, and sat it into a corner of the box and wrapped it in more tissue paper. Poor Lily would have a mass of tissue paper and peanuts when she got done opening his care package, now turned packages, from him.
The red colored jar candles was followed by a box of black tea light candles, witches’ brew, that was wrapped in orange paper and set right next to the jar candle.
“I hope she likes everything.” He didn’t wonder if she’d understand the choices. He knew she’d understand that. It was a play on emotions and past memories of shared holidays, hence the scents and the choice in colors not to mention the other items on the coffee table.
A boxed up black, haunted house, tea light candle holder was next into the box, taking up the large center area of the shipping box. On top of it went some boxed, and equally tissue paper wrapped, silver picture frames.
Next were some votive candles, apple pumpkin, and they were soon after followed by various holder options, all pumpkin and fall themed and done in glass. Finally though the charm bracelet, in it’s black velvet box, was placed into the box with a great deal of gentleness.
Poor Lily would be drowning in candles when she opened the box, he’d gone a little overboard when shopping for her. This wasn’t to say he hadn’t done some shopping for himself as well, he was pretty sure he had the same exact items up in his room as the latest additions to his own candle collection. But that was beside the point.
Now to the last few items, the ones he was more afraid of having ruined hence their position on top of everything else. Two books of sheet music found their way into the deep, and quite long and wide, box and then the sheet music was followed by two books, one was a journal and done in black leather and silver metal at the corners of the front and back cover. The other book was called Rebecca, a book by Daphne du Maurier. He’d spent some time at the book store poking around the romance section, he wanted to get Lily something she could curl up with and enjoy, and not want to put down. He’d wound up having to ask a worker for help, all the while explaining to a worker who didn’t seem to believe he was shopping for a gift for a friend. So it’d been with pinkened cheeks he’d left the book store, but at least he’d had a book for Lily’s care package, he’d flipped through each book the older female worker had mentioned while questioning her abut each book.
Even now as he put the book into the box his cheeks tinged pink with the memories of the shopping trip involved. Lastly was a note, telling her to enjoy the items and that he suggests she read the book after lighting some candles and treat herself to a glass of wine.
Said wine was packed into the other box, filled with tissue paper as well, and then both boxes were filled with the packaging peanuts before they were sealed. Now he just had to get them off to the post office to be sent. Already each box had Lily’s address written in black sharpie, as well as his own address.
“I hope she gets home soon…” But not before these items arrived, other wise Rose or Xander would have to send them back and that would just be a hassle.
Glancing over the coffee table he smiled, it was bare, he hadn’t forgotten anything. The tea tin’s, one a floral tea and one a black tea blend, were both nestled in the larger box and labeled. On the floor the package of tissue paper lay empty, he’d used it all, the package for the packing peanuts also lay empty. He hoped it would all be kept safe and look pretty when Lily opened everything, removing each item separately from the colorful paper.
Glancing up at the tv he took note of the time, nearly time for the closing ceremony to start, getting up he shuffled into the kitchen to get prepared to enjoy a few hours of Olympic coverage. Word count: 880
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 2:33 pm
August 20, 2012 Alexandre sat in his car with something of a tired look about him. He really didn’t want to go into Staples but he had to, he couldn’t avoid it any longer, school would be starting in less than a week and he needed to get supplies. Finally he opened his door and slid out of the suv and onto the parking lot pavement. Reaching into the vehicle he took his cell phone out of the cup holder, he had a habit of using the cup holder as a cell phone holder, and with keys in hand he headed toward the front doors of the store. Hitting the alarm on button just as he reached the sliding doors, which slid open for him, he stepped into the cool air conditioned store.
“Looks like a tornado went through here.” He mused to himself. And really it did, things all over the place and shelves being slowly restocked as people claimed the items being put onto the shelves almost as fast as they were shelved. It was like a mad house as it seemed other people were doing their school supply shopping last minute, like he was.
From a back pocket, the right one, he retrieved his class list and skimmed it over for a moment.
Period: Class: Professor: Room Number:
1 Art II Mrs. Everwyn 104
2 Shakespeare Mr. O’Connell 211
3 History Mrs. Pince 223
4 Chemistry Mr. Drago 134
5 Lunch TBA Caf
6 Indept. Art TBA 109
7 Calculus Mrs. Meagher 235
8 Phys. Ed. Mr. Tonner Gym
9 Spanish II Mrs. Navarro 125
He’s had the gym teacher before, not a bad guy and he wasn’t out of shape either, but the others were all new to him. He’d heard Meagher wasn’t a bad teacher, just liked to give a lot of essays, as for the rest…well he’d heard Draco shouting down the hallway once and he figured that said a lot about the teacher. Everwyn he hadn’t had for art yet, rather shocking really, but he’d been hoping to get her. She was the quirky art teacher who thought anyone could produce art, of some form or another, and was often seen painting something herself while her class worked. From chairs, desks, to canvases the professor was known to pain anything and everything including the mural to the left and right of her classroom door. And this was why after the trip here he’d be making a stop at the art supply store to get some blank canvases and other supplies he was low on, he had a list of supplies he needed.
Deciding to get the binders out of the way first, you could pick up notebooks almost anywhere including the grocery store, Alexandre headed for that isle all the while shoving people out of his way and maneuvering around the masses of mothers, fathers, and annoying children. He’d really hoped that letting his schedule keep him from here till now that most people would have already done the school supply shopping and the shelves would be restocked, it seemed other people were either too busy or too lazy to do this shopping till the last minute – lucky him.
Making it down the isle Alexandre was confronted with several people grabbing at binders of all sizes. Managing to get between a few people he spotted the slam ones he wanted, just big enough to fit loose leaf paper and any copied papers the teachers would hand out. Plus they had an insert on the side so he could write on a slip of paper the subject it was for, no need to write in some big lettering the subject along the side of the binder where it would all fade out over time anyway.
Shoving his arm out and between two people he grabbed one for each class save for his art classes and gym, as well as lunch obviously. So with five in his hand, in an array of colors, he headed out of the crowd and went to get loose leaf and notebooks. He’d get pens later, those they had enough of from what he’d seen when passing that isle.
Loose leaf turned out to be easy to get where as getting notebooks, especially ones that were a simple solid color, weren’t as easy. It was a repeat of the binders when it came to the spiral notebooks; how annoying. In the end though he managed to get ten of those, he had a habit of taking so many notes that he filled up notebooks during the course of the school year, so he thought it best to just get them now rather than later.
It was while making his way down the isle and toward the pens that he noted the planners and decided to grab an organizer for himself, no harm in having one especially with all the things he had on his plate this year. It was certainly more than he’d had on his plate last year. With a rolling of his eyes he went to find some pens for himself, he really hated the normal bic pens. It was the fine pens that had his attention, the roller balls where the tip looked like a needle, grabbing a box of them in black and one in blue he set them into the basket he’d been holding and which now weighed his arm down terribly. Slipping his other arm through the handles he hefted the basket up and took a moment to ponder what else he might need. He had a scientific calculator, from last year, ruler, graph paper, - ah high lighters! Those were grabbed quickly, snatched from in front of some older woman without a word said to her.
He had everything, as he thought over what he still had from last year, and so Alexandre was confident as he made his way to the check out line; which weaved its way about two isles. Suppressing a groan he stood waiting, moving at a snails pace when there was movement, and wondering just why they hadn’t gone the way of the grocery stores and gotten a few do it yourself registers in order to cut down on this insanity. Mind you he doubted it would be a needed thing most of the year but right now it would be really helpful.
When he finally got to check out, an hour later, he all but hurried out of the store and to his waiting suv. Supplies made there way to the back seat before he hoped into the drivers seat and took off for the art supply store. Never again was he allowing supply shopping to wait till the very end, never again! That line was just…annoying and downright torturous as his legs reminded him. At least the art supply store wasn’t too far away and had a back parking lot that was fairly small. The place was small but nice and well stocked, at least for him it was, he supposed for others it wasn’t so well stocked. It also didn’t have a massive amount of people in it, only two or three he discovered upon walking into the back of the store.
Waving off the offer of help, he knew where everything was that he needed; he started on a small pile at the register. Canvases went first, and not all were for class room purposes, some were large and others small. He had one that was really small even. It was after the canvases that he went for a new pallet, just for class, and then the paints. He knew Everwyn liked to work in oils so he had to get a full set of oil paints, since he had none at home. This was going to get expensive, and he knew it, his parents knew the price tag for this supply trip was going to be high. He just needed the paints at home as well, for when he brought projects home in order to get them done. While hr grabbed paint tubes he also grabbed brushes of various sizes, he wasn’t going to use his usual brushes with oil paints.
As the items piled up it seemed the man behind the counter thought it a good idea to start ringing things up, it was honestly a good idea in order to avoid him standing there waiting a long time. It was when he was done with getting what he needed that he had to wait for only the paints and brushes to be rung up. The wait wasn’t that bad; at least when compared to the wait he’d just had at Staples. When the total was announced, a total he didn’t even blink at, he handed over the bank debt card he had. He really wasn’t shocked by the total; he knew it would run a lot. He remembered the first time he’d gone and gotten his painting supplies, it hadn’t been cheap than either.
Sighing as he looked over the bags of purchased supplies he grabbed what he could and headed out to the car to load up the trunk and returning once more he gathered the last two bags and headed back to the car and again loaded everything, being mindful of the canvases. That done he got into the drivers seat and headed for home. He’d unpack and organize everything once he got everything into his room.
He’d set up each binder with a notebook and loose leaf, each binder would also have a blue and a black pen in the inside pocket they all had. The high lighters would go into his messenger bag along with the binders, or at least he’d try and fit them all in, and then put his calculator into his bag and both boxes of pens so they could remain in his locker all year.
Just four days till school started and thankfully he had everything he needed, he just hoped he could keep things balanced unlike last year. Lily wasn’t here now to bail him out if he got in too deep with things.
Thankfully Lily had been around last year to help him figure things out and get himself reorganized. He’d really gotten so caught up in things last year that he’d actually gotten all disorganized and his time management had fallen by the way side. He’d suffered for it with a lack of sleep and just a general feel of not being able to get things done and dig himself out of the hole he’d gotten into, not knowing where to begin with cleaning up the whole mess he’d been in. Lily though had helped him, taken him in and forced him to take a few days off school in order to sit down, clear his head, and get to work on figuring out a new schedule. He’d been too involved to give himself the time off he’d needed in order to set things in order again and catch up.
Right now if that happened again, since he now had a job, he had no Lily to help him. He’d have to do it in on his own if it happened again; it was why he’d gotten a planner. He was going to start out with a schedule and pencil things in so he could change things as needed. He’d never had to pencil things in before, school wasn’t one of those things which took a lot of time up and homework was just a natural thing to do. But when you added in other things even school and homework became a big thing.
“This year will be different…so much has changed.” He murmured to himself as he headed home. “I can do it though; I have to.” And he did. He couldn’t go falling apart. He was needed in so many places and ways. He had to keep himself, and his life, in order with or without Lily.
Turning the corner onto his block, finally, he took a moment to just hope. Hope that he could do this and hope that it all turned out well in the end. This was his last year in high school and it needed to go well. It would go well; he’d make sure of it. Word count: 2,050
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 12:56 am
August 21, 2012 The day he’d been dreading for the past week was over. School was out and the first day of the new year was over. Now it was time to head to work where he felt he could release some of the stress and nerves a first day could cause, meeting new teachers and hear them talk about the rules and how class would be conducted. He had reminded himself throughout the day that they said things and it was never as bad as they said things were, though in the case of Drago he thought it might actually all hold true. When lunch had rolled around Alexandre had taken a seat at the end of a long table, away from others, and enjoyed a brief lunch before heading off to his locker to grab the proper binders and notebooks he’d need for the last half of the day. It was always good to leave lunch a bit early in order to grab things from the locker, as the halls tended to jam up and leave you running to class in order to be on time. This running, and often times skidding, into class just as the bell rang was something Alexandre strove to avoid; he didn’t like looking like an idiot.
So far he knew his art classes would be good, a breeze even, and Shakespeare had been a good English elective to grab, as opposed to the class offered on poetry and the short story. This wasn’t to say he didn’t find poetry to be interesting, he really didn’t, or the short story, which he did appreciate, but Shakespeare was simply far more entertaining even if the language could drive a person a little nuts. At least the teacher had spared them the one thing he had been hoping they would, they would not be reading Romeo and Juliet, it seemed they had remembered that by senior year that play was something they’d all already read. For Alexandre it would have been the third time, as his teacher in both 8th and 10th grade had thought it prudent to cover the masterpiece, and while Alexandre had no issue with the play, aside from it being so sweet it could give cavities, he simply hadn’t wanted to read it again. He still could quote some of it, without much need to recall the memories of the play, he simply couldn’t help but remember it after two times and the extensive coverage both teachers had done in regard to the play. This year it would be McBeth, Hamlet, Much to do About Nothing, and the ever famous, although annoyingly so, Mid-Summer Nights Dream. That was a play he did dislike, and it wasn’t because he’d done it once before in 10th grade, he simply didn’t care for the sheer idiocy on display in the play. Really the fairy queen in love with a man who had the head of an a**, donkey, yes it was an annoying play which he wished the teacher would nix. But alas he felt he was stuck with having to suffer it once again, and suffer he would do. At least that wasn’t till the end of the year, something about wanting to do it as close to Mid Summer as possible.
Rolling his eyes as he made for the school parking lot, his school bag coming off from around his shoulder, as he unlocked the doors and opening the back door dropped his messenger bag onto the driver’s side back seat. As other students filled the parking lot, and even some teachers, he took brief note of which cars a few people were getting into. Some didn’t surprise him, such as that annoying kid who thought he was gangsta getting into some hopped up toy car and the blasting music which poured out of the car as soon as it started up. Rolling his eyes at the sight he climbed into his own car and started up as he backed out of his parking space, and yes it was his in his mind. It was close to the entrance nearest the parking lot and in the winter that would come in handy, thus it was his spot if he had anything to say or do about it.
“At least there is no homework.” Homework on the first day would have bothered him. All he had really, at least for tonight, was to study the chemistry lab safety rules and procedures. There would be a test on Friday and anyone who failed wouldn’t be allowed to do labs until they retook it and passed, and it would be a different test. “I should have opted for marine bio, or oceanography….” Science was not his subject, never had been, but chemistry hadn’t sounded so hard when he’d opted to take that at the end of last year. After the lecture today, which he had detailed notes on; it sounded like he might fail it or blow the science wing up.
Oh well, time to put the day behind him and get to work. He had clothing already in the back of the car waiting for him to change in to; he wasn’t going to work in his school uniform. It felt odd to think of going to work in his uniform so he had a three quarter sleeve button up and jeans, something simple, to change into. His boss already knew he’d be changing and had actually offered his home bathroom, since the house was right next to the nursery, for him to use to change so he didn’t need to try and change in the back of his car.
The nursery wasn’t in the middle of the city, or anywhere close to the school, and so it did take some time to get to but once he did he was out of the car and going to see his boss and get let into the man’s house so he could change.
Once let in, and shown to the bathroom, he horridly changed out of his uniform and pulled on his newly self dubbed work cloths. His hair was let down and from the tote bag he had taken his work clothing from he withdrew a hair brush. The brush was the nice tortoise shell one that Dahlia had gotten him. Running it through his hair a few times he carefully drew his hair back into a ponytail which he tied off quickly. After using the toilet and washing his hands the brush, and his uniform, were put into his tote bag and he stepped out of the bathroom. Thanking his boss, who’d been waiting, he went to put his bag back into his suv before heading past the gates and into the nursery to get to work.
When he got home he’d focus on school work, dinner, Cadha, and asking Johnathan how school had gone. If he just took things slow, casual, and didn’t let things stress him, if he kept a schedule, he’d be alright and be able to juggle everything, including Negaverse patrols. Shopping for groceries already would be every Saturday afternoon, which was for now its permanent penciled in time. So far the first day was good, he was calm, he’d see how the rest of the day went. Word count: 1,216
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 10:36 pm
August 27, 2012 The instep of his foot was broken, he was sure of it, and it was all thanks to that damn green haired squire. But it wasn’t the first time he’d suffered broken bones or injuries in general, in this war and he knew it wasn’t likely to be the last time either. It was something he’d accepted; had no choice really. The time spent at the hospital had been done so alone, even as he pondered calling someone – anyone – to spend time with him in the waiting room and than in the backroom as he sat in a hospital bed waiting. He’d even pulled up his contacts list and been a moment away from calling someone, he hadn’t thought of who, but then he’d taken a deep breath and closed out his contacts list. He needed to just do this on his own and deal with being alone; he didn’t need someone to hold his hand.
He’d already come up with an excuse for this injury, dropped something on his foot while moving things so he could paint a room, and given over whatever other information had been needed. Now he was just waiting, and freezing, for a nurse to tell him he could limp his way to x-ray so they could find out the damage done to his foot.
Glancing around at the curtains off beds, he’d kept the curtain open around the front of his bed, he was able to hear someone, a bed or two down from him maybe, to his right talking about taking too many Tylenol pills. Someone had overdosed on those things? He heard a doctor, he had just introduced himself as such, talk about needing to get them to puke up whatever was in their stomach and how Tylenol could do serious organ damage. And that was why he didn’t like to take prescription, or over the counter, pills if he could help it. Not to mention pain medications tended to give him a nasty case of the spins and leave him light headed as well; both resulting in him winding up nauseous.
Watching a nurse, who he thought, was going to walk right by his bed, Alexandre quickly had to stifle his surprise as they approached his bed with one of those kind smiles in place and a clipboard in hand as they asked if he thought he could walk himself to x-ray.
“Not sure, I’m limping. I could likely make it but I doubt it’s the best idea.” Watching as they nodded and turned to talk to someone hidden from view by the side curtain, which divided his bed from the one next to him, they asked this other person for a wheelchair. Oh god, how embarrassing. Groaning at the thought of being wheeled about he almost told them he’d manage the walk, limp, so long as he didn’t need to be wheeled about like some invalid.
Unfortunate for Alexandre he soon found himself in just that position, being wheeled down one corridor followed by another and into x-ray where the tech helped him from the chair and helped him get his foot up on the table so it could be x-rayed. Two x-rays and a short trip back down two halls and he was sitting back in his bed, with his phone in his hand as he decided to pass the time by surfing the net.
Five minutes turned to ten and ten into fifteen and the blond got up, bored with his phone, and limped past curtained off beds and nurses as he headed out the doors which separated his area from the waiting room. Limping, with some minor discomfort, to the vending machine he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and went about purchasing himself a bottle of water. He wasn’t about to ask for water in the back area, he’d get tap water and who knows what was in the tap water in this city! Not only that but he was rather sick of waiting and needed something to do. Grabbing his water bottle from the bottom of the machine he got up and hobbled it back past the small guards desk, the man buzzing him into the back area, and past the nurses station and several nurses to his bed where low and behold his own nurse was waiting.
“Sorry, needed a drink.” As the man nodded, asking if he’d been in pain he shook his head. “Only a little. It seems I’m getting used to it, or it’s easing up. Either way I’m feeling better.” That seemed to be the right answer as the nurse said something about his x-rays having been seen and there not being any signs of broken bones.
“That’s good.” Opening his water bottle he took a slow sip of the cold beverage. “I was afraid the vase had been heavy enough to have broken bones.”
As the male nurse laughed and assured him nothing was broken, and that he might have just been lucky, he was nodding and smiling. He was glad that squire hadn’t broken his foot. He’d feared she had; he’d been sure she had. “So keep off my foot as much as I can, elevate, and ice I assume?” It seemed like the right idea, as the man had just finished telling him that he’d likely just really deeply bruised the area. Getting a nod from him he was offered discharge papers to sign and after signing those he pulled on his shoe, as gently as he could, and was hurrying on his way moments later. Now he needed to get a bus, he really didn’t like the idea of taking a city bus, home. Word count: 949 (This solo is back dated to the night of his last battle with Shalott. Couldn't do this till that battle was done.)
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