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 Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 12:58 am
((Too lazy to format.))
He didn't like losing? Well... no one really did but... The child nipped at his lip, tugging softly on one of his sleeves. There wasn't much to learn. You just had to practice. He couldn't teach the boy could he? He wasn't all that good, he didn't have much skill, and in general he had a feeling he was bad at most things. This included. He really didn't need to add teaching to the list of things he was awful at, did he?
A few more tugs at his sleeve as if trying to calm himself. He didn't have much else to cling to for support.
As for being scared. It was more like a feeling of failue that caused his behavior. He really wasn't adequate. Not good enough. That was what propelled him into silence, into being such an introvert. Not exactly the best way to be, but it worked for him most of the time. Until someone wanted him to talk.
"P-practice." That was all there was to getting better at this game. Practice, practice practice. With that in mind he quickly turned to something less formidable than the other child. The screen. Time to figure out a new song.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 2:48 pm
"Practice..." mumbled Roule, unconsciously scowling. Honestly, the weasel didn't like doing things over and over again, it made it repetitive and boring, and even the most fun things became mundane after a while. He watched the grey boy fiddle with his sleeves and attempted not to snicker.. He had just felt some remorse just a second ago.. It sort of amused him how shaky Revon was, though it was mean, but still... Sometimes he felt scared or confused, but he never really showed it.. Weasels had to be headstrong forever.
He pushed the thoughts and feeling of guilt down, pounding on it until it left his brain, at least for the moment. Guilt doesn't help him, especially not in this situation. Maybe he'd apologize to Revon later.
Unable to think of a clever quip, the weasel got on the DDR mat again, and staring steely at the TV. He was well, um, determined to get through with it. At least pull off something half-decent.. Though, it tempted him to look at Revon's feet. It was always easier to cheat..
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 8:35 am
A few quick nods where given as the other child repeated the word. Practice. That was what you needed to do in order to get better. That's all it really took too. Lots and lots of practice. Because then you knew the timing and the song. You had an idea of what was coming. Which of course was pure logic that didn't need to be said in Revon's opinion. Which caused a bit of an understanding gap, but it wasn't as if the bird would have been able to explain it well anyway.
He hadn't even realized that Roule had sort of... cheated the first time. It didn't really occure to him that cheating really worked with the game. Then again, perhaps the concept just escaped him because his caretaker was strict enough that he always understood the concepts as much as needed, if not more. He'd never needed to cheat with all that drilling pounded into his head. Which also had to do with his idea that practice was something to be enjoyed.
Having someone constantly making you repeat things until near perfection did instill a concept in your mind that it was proper to need to do that. So as far as Revon understood his slight obsession with gaining near perfection with songs was completely normal. Something that Roule didn't share with his environment. Nor did most children for that matter.
What song... what song though... well eventually the timer decided for him as it chugged down to zero.
(You can say what song it was on, cause I dunno what one it should be. XD )
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 9:09 am
ooc; ack, I dunno what songs are for extreme!! XD I only have max and supanova..
Roule scrolled through the songs, an introspective expression plastered on the young child's face. He frowned, considering each tune carefully. Finally locating one he thought was decent, the child stepped on "Pink Rose". The song was catchy enough, now he just had to get through it.
Even though the steps weren't too difficult, the weasel following well enough, it may have gotten a bit harder considering both boys were like, 8. Roule missed his first jump and snarled faintly, vexation clouding his conscience. God, this was annoying. Why did he have to have such a large superiority complex?
The game ensued and the pale child even started to block Revon out, but stole a glance from the other boy's side of the screen ever so often. Damn. His bar was almost full, while Roule's was hovering above red.
The song ended, and the scores abruptly rouletted in front of them. The letters spun, and the weasel felt his heart lurch slightly every time it passed the AAA, AA and A. When it finally slowed, the final product was... a C. He frowned, looking at Revon's side of the screen.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 9:58 am
(( OOC: Just for the record, I do believe this started when they were both more like 4-5ish. XD Not 8. Yes. Revon is a strange kid to be trying this at such a young age. *Well aware.* So uh... yar. Just for the record. *Nod nod.* As for song... I don't think it matters much which version. We can pretend that it's the magical all inclusive game that has all the songs. *Nods.* Cause uh... YAY?! ))
Pink rose. Oh the joy of anything that had the word pink in it. You knew the boy would disregard if the song was to his taste or not simply for the fact he had to be good at it. So perhaps Roule's selection was good for the boy. He'd at least practiced it a bit more than the others. Which had to do with why he managed to keep his bar up fairly well.
It wasn't simple dumb luck, but a bit more experience. And his odd obsession. The young raven knew the song to an extent and it showed when he was playing. Perhaps it was a bit of confidence showing that rarely saw light with the child, but really it was probably just the ease of habit setting in. He knew what was coming so there was the edge against the poor weasel. Not that he'd brag about a score, simply that it would be as it was.
Which it was.
Roule certainly did better this time, earning himself a C. Revon had managed to hit a nice solid B. Nothing that most people would rejoice to the heavens over, but he was rather pleased with himself. Until he checked the smile to bring up damage control. He didn't want the other child angry with him again. So rather than noting his own good fortune any further he managed a weak smile for the other boy before attempting to speak quietly. "Y-you di-d b-bet-ter." Well it was true afterall.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 4:44 pm
Roule nodded almost halfheartedly. A "C" wasn't... great. In school, it definitely didn't cut it. But he guessed it was passing, but stared enviously at the raven's "B"... Just one more grade up, shouldn't be that hard... right?
"Do you wanchu do nother song?" asked the pale boy, deep amber eyes scanning the small room. It was certainly very bright... and truthfully, it looked very much like a gilr's room... The color pink was all very well and good--considering he liked the color too, it was such a nice pastel--but the hue seemed a bit ... too constant in the chamber.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 11:43 am
Oh a C was passing. Revon had had his share of them. He still did get them too. It was mainly learning to cope with it and just try harder. Practice meant perfect. Or something close to it. Somehow he didn't believe that perfection was within many peoples grasp.
"I-ify-you wa-ant." He mumbled quickly in reply. He liked playing the game, but not everyone would. Haruki didn't like the game, he thought it was pointless. So that alone proved that people might not like it. So he had to be willing to stop if it displeased the weasel. Seeing as he didn't want anyone thinking him bad.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 9:09 am
"Well I asked you," replied the weasel with slight annoyance. "Do you wantu play 'nother one? 'Cause if you don't we can do something else." He fidgeted on the mat, looking expectantly at the raven. He touched his legs in reproach, feeling a little soreness coming on. The mats were too big for him, in his opinion. Not that he could blame that on his inability to play - there were many other factors that annoyed him greatly.
Looking over, he noted that Revon was smaller than him - though just by a few CM it seemed, but he lacked a great deal of ... what was the word? Confidence? The raven stuttered a lot and didn't make eye contact, which Ma had always said was a good thing to have in conversations. Of course, there were situations that weren't great and you'd have trouble looking into the eyes of a person who was much, much taller and bigger than you without being scared but Roule think he was particularly scary. The notion was nice - that he was a little scary, because all boys should be a little, but Revon wasn't at all. Quite the opposite, really.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 11:19 pm
"..." Asked him? That wasn't... how things worked. He shifted slightly, ducking his head further into the collar of his shirt. Fingers curling into the loose fabric as he attempted to access the situation. How did one react when they were asked such a thing. Usually he was told what he was to do. Read, write, eat this, so on so forth. He was used to having things dictated to him, and in fact... it was a bit nice. Because then he knew he was being good if he did what was told. How could he be anything but a good bird so long as he followed directions.
So this little question. It was quite perplexing. A problem really.
Yes? No? Which was the right answer. Obviously saying he didn't care wouldn't work. That had failed once already. So now he was stuck guessing which was a better answer. Because honestly, he didn't see how it could be his choice. His choice was whatever made him be a good. And that meant he needed the other child's approval. So... how could it be his choice?
He nipped lightly at his lower lip, finally letting go over his shirt to attempt eye contact, something Haruki had drilled into his head as being good, but he quickly glanced down again halfway up. Well, the other boy had been upset earlier so... so no? "W-we ca-an s-sto-op." He said it very quietly, hoping that lessened the effects if it was, infact, a bad decision. Now to wait to see if trying ot make a choice had dismal results.
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Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2007 10:05 am
(I lol at my grammar in my previous post. XD)
"Mk." replied Roule lazily, folding his legs on the floor, leaning back on his arms. "Then whatchu wanna do now?" He had taken common courtesy - afterall, it was Revon's house and it should be his decision. But the raven really didn't like the idea of making decisions in general, it looked. Roule actually had a hard time hearing the dark bird a lot of the times, but the last whisper had been fine. He was glad he was a weasel sometimes.
"Yanno," said the weasel rather sharply, "you shud stoptha stutterin... it's bad for you. I heard from Ma herself." He nodded in self-confidence, watching the raven for a response.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 9:17 am
And more questions. The weasel was met with a rather perplexed face, one that hopefully hid the slight aggrivation the bird was feeling. Why did he keep asking him such things? He really didn't like the whole issue constantly being brought up. The thing about stating his opinion. Because that was sort of what it was, wasn't it? He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, swaying lightly as he did. He didn't know what he wanted, honestly. Because he wanted whatever was the right answer.
He bit at his lower lip momentarily before the weasel spoke again, the brief hope that he'd made a suggestion dashed with the advice. It was bad? Well... he... didn't mean to do it. He really didn't, and if it was bad. He took a breath, hoping to calm himself enough to prevent it. He didn't want to be a bad bird. "I... d-don't kn-ow..." Honestly he didn't. Not how to stop stuttering, nor what he wanted to do.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 6:44 pm
Roule blinked. "It's yur house, birdie. You choose what we do, mk? Ma said dat was 'comeon cortesee.'" The weasel nodded, as if satisfied that his mother was telling the entire truth and looked introspectively at Revon again. It was weird that he always stuttered - it made it hard to understand the boy. Roule blinked and tried not to think about it, because it'd be mean to bring it up again. And tactless. He was just a little timid, from the looks of it.
He eyed the pad on the floor but shook his head internally. He wouldn't have another go on the DeeDee thing. Roule didn't like being worse than anyone, especially not this little grey turtle thing; the thought made him a little irate and sad. There really was not much that could be done in the small room, though he could only think Revon had something else to do.
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 1:45 pm
Common courtesy. That could go out the window for all he cared. The bird simply stared even more blankly as if expecting some great thing to swoop out and answer the question for him. Or at least the problem. What could they do? He usually kept to practicing DDR, playing with Keivlos(if it could be called playing), or doing things Haru told him. He didn't... do much.
Keivlos was out of the question, which left his 'work'. Eyes trailed over to his desk where some half finished lines of writing were laid out before shaking his head. That wouldn't do either. This just didn't work out at all for an activity. He didn't mind practicing, but it wasn't as if this person would like it. Nor could he expect him to do his work for him, or just watch. No solutions whatsoever. He was sunk.
Or not.
Tap tap, the sound of a light knock on the door, which didn't open, but the redhead's voice from the other side did ring through. "Revon, send your guest out soon." It wasn't a suggestion but an order. Something that would certainly get the bird moving a bit.
"Y-yes, Ha..." He mumbled in reply, something that was certain not to be heard before he glanced back at the weasel. Now how to ask him to leave.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 6:16 pm
Roule glanced up quickly, slightly puzzled. The man who had spoken seemed to possess some sort of unspoken power, and for once in his life, the boy had nothing to say and no will to do something about that. Did he have to go? Truth be told, Ma would probably be worried or something, though he found the whole act of doing the activity sheets and this and that slightly cumbersome, and was not particularly ethusiastic about going back.
Still, the weird turtle thing's parent-thing had said to send the guest out soon. Roule assumed the guest-thing was him, because there was no one else in the room. He blushed a faint pink before staring down at his feet, waiting for Revon to shoo him out. Some part of him hoped that the bird boy would be too timid to do it, and that he'd get to stay to inspect the DeeDee thing a little more... but when he got home, he'd definitely ask Ma about it, and possibly get one himself.
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