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[ S a v i o r ] Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 1:08 pm
Hopeful Dreamer
 Character name: Seibehn L. J. Nash
Age: ??
Nationality: American
Heritage: ??
Interest: ??
Talents: ??
This is Kuuro Kitten's private journal for Seibehn L. J. Nash. Please do not post without her permission. Violation of this rule will automatically get you up in the black list.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 3:49 am
 r e g u l @ t i o n s
★ Please do not post in this thread. With or without permission, I like to keep things in order.
★ I follow the Daisy Code. Click on the button above for more information.
★ Follow all Gaia regulations, shop guidelines, and guild rules.
★ All gifts are welcomed and appreciated. Please send them to my inbox via PM.
★ Nash is not for sale, so do not ask. You may acquire a student by visiting the shop; just like the rest of us.
★ Do not steal, reproduce or claim any art showcased in this journal. If you want information on banners, please ask.
★ Please schedule all roleplay through PM or in the shop thread. I will be available for topic specifics.
★ All rules are subject to change. Changes can be verified with the updated text list at the bottom of all posts.
★ Please visit the main shop for more info: Shinkami School of Saviors
U P D A T E D: T h u r s d a y . J a n u a r y . 1 0 . 2 0 0 8
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 3:50 am
@ n n o u n c e m e n t s
11.12.07 - Journal is set up for use.
10.12.07 - Nash is brought to life with a cert and color.
09.12.07 - Won Nash in Thanksgiving Mini-Flatsale.
U P D A T E D: S a t u r d a y . J a n u a r y . 1 2 . 2 0 0 7
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 3:51 am
b i o g r @ p h y  n a m e ... Seibehn L.J. Nash
p r e f e r s ... Nash
a g e ... Thirteen
d o b ... July 4
s i g n ... Cancer
g e n d e r ... Male
n a t i o n a l i t y ... Irish-American
a p p e a r a n c e ... Sun kissed skin with rosey cheeks. Lavender eyes filled with joy and laughter, despite a harsh lifestyle. His curly top is naturally orange and worn neat.
f a s h i o n
The country gentleman; a well groomed and mannered young boy, Nash likes to wear loose fitted clothing. Although most of his cloths are hand-me-downs from older relatives, he manages to keep them well tailored and clean despite his rough housing and adventurous nature. He is generally seen wearing deep purple cover-alls with a pea green star on the front. His shirts vary in color but are usually button-up and long sleeved; his favorite the color of the forest. He's not apposed to dressing up for a special occasion or dressing down if need be. Nash opts for less flashy clothing, modern, down to earth, and comfortable. Shoes must be comfortable and sturdy due to his hyperactive nature.
[+] t r a i t s ... He's empathetic and compassionate toward others, willing to take charge when challenges arise. Nash is an adventureous child, always willing to explore his surroundings. Insightful, devilishly charming, and the perfect little gentleman.
[-] t r a i t s ... Can be rather cut and dry with remarks when jealousy arises. Has an insecurity about himself where others may be concerned, which is a result of his bipolar disorder (he does not know of this). When provoked the smart a** escapes.
l i k e s
-Keeping busy, work, multi-tasking
-He's a human vaccum, so will try anything at least once
-Numerology
-Daydreaming
d i s l i k e s
-Bullies, cheaters, theives and liars
-Horses, swine, and people that act like pigs
-Small spaces, being trapped
-Scary movies or stories
p e r s o n a l i t y
It is fair to say that Nash is quite the bundle of contradictions. Compassionate and caring with others, yet he can cut to the bone with jealous remarks and ever-changing mood swings. Endearingly eccentric on one hand, and on the other, insecure about how others see him. He may appear hard and insensitive on the outside, however, upon understanding him better one learns deep down lies a softness and sensitivity that makes him so very special. Nash is an ever changing young boy; moving at a pace that not many can keep up with as life pushes him toward many different experiences. Due to his constant swing of emotions it often makes it impossible for him to operate on an even keel from day to day. Up and down like the proverbial yo-yo, Nash feels one way one minute, then sometimes totally different the next. But this is what makes up his charming characteristics. One thing to note: Nash loves with his whole heart and soul but he is easily prone to a deep hatred if he feels wronged in anyway, sometime, he's unable to forgive despite apologies.
h e x: #78AB46 (Pea) || #754C78 (Lavender Field)
U P D A T E D: S a t u r d a y . J a n u a r y . 1 2 . 2 0 0 7
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 4:04 am
h i s t o r y
U P D A T E D: S u n d a y . J a n u a r y . 1 1 . 2 0 0 7
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 4:05 am
i m @ g e . s o n g
U P D A T E D: S a t u r d a y . J a n u a r y . 1 2 . 2 0 0 7
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 4:07 am
r e l @ t i o n s h i p s
U P D A T E D: S a t u r d a y . J a n u a r y . 1 2 . 2 0 0 7
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 4:09 am
f i n @ n c e s
Starting Pay: $2.00 {11.DEC.2007}
Current Pay: $4.27 {24.DEC.2007}
$2.00
+2.27
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$4.57
{ CHIKAMI MALL }
--- Every student starts with 2 dollars
--- Posting an emo/bump = 1 cent
--- Posting a sentence that does not spark conversation (with 3 replies or less) = 10 cents
--- Posting and engaging in a long conversation (1 page +/15 posts or more) = 1 dollar
--- Posting a very very long opinion (more than one paragraph/3 sentences) = 50 cents
U P D A T E D: S a t u r d a y . J a n u a r y . 1 2 . 2 0 0 7
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 4:52 am
t r e @ s u r e s
★ s l i n g
A small 'toy' that could double as a minor weapon. His father bought it at a local shop in town for his birthday.
★ m u s i c a l . c y l i n d e r
This is what was left of his mother's music box which was given as an anniversary present by his father. When she wasn't looking, Nash snuck out back to pluck the box from the trash. He only managed to salvage the musical cylinder. The chorus from "Shape of My Heart" by Sting is the musical selection, it constantly reminds Nash of his father.
★ w a t c h . a n d . f o b . c h a i n
A broken watch given to Nash the day his father left. He was given the task of fixing the watch. Once it was fixed, his father promised to return. Unfortunately, a long line of the Nash men walked out on their son's with promise of return for fixing the watch. No one has succeeded and fathers never returned.
★ ???
U P D A T E D: F r i d a y . F e b r u a r y . 16 . 2 0 0 8
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 6:01 am
r o l e p l @ y
U P D A T E D: S a t u r d a y . J a n u a r y . 1 2 . 2 0 0 7
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 6:03 am
a d v @ n c e m e n t n e w . s t u d e n t >> r e g i s t e r e d . s t u d e n t
{★} An intro page in the journal (14 pages after mule’s post). Basic information, such as name, personality, race, age, background, etc. must be added first. The rest can be filled in later.
S T A T U S: i n . p r o g r e s s
{★} Required participation in the i n t r o d u c t i o n forum to introduce your character/yourself to the teachers/crews and other students/players.
S T A T U S: i n . p r o g r e s s
{★}N E W: A journal entry that reflects upon your student's first experience in the school, namely the introduction RP. The journal should keep track of your student's opinion on the school, as well as any NPCs and students he has met in the introduction RPs. This journal entry should be written only after your student has exited all the introduction RPs that he was in.
S T A T U S: p e n d i n g
r e g i s t e r e d >> d i v i s i o n s
{★} At least 3 quest/event journal entries and 2 RP entries from any RP.
{★} Participation in at least 1 interactive RP (student v. teacher or student v. student) and 1 class RP from the b a s i c . l e a r n i n g . f o r u m,
{★} At least 10 credits from quests.
{★} Completion of a growth quest.
*Due to fears there will be a massive influx of people into the magic division, growth prompts will be issued depending on the student’s performance in RPs and journals as well as development of personality.
d i v i s i o n s >> a d v a n c e d . s u b d i v i s i o n s
{★} At least 5 quest/event journal entries and 3 RP entries from any RP.
{★} If you are in the school of S&T:
{★★} -Participation in at least 2 interactive RPs (student v. teacher or student v. student) and 2 class RPs from the s c h o o l . o f . S & T . f o r u m.
{★} If you are in the school of Magic:
{★★} -Participation in at least 4 interactive RPs (student v. teacher or student v. student) and 3 class RPs from the s c h o o l . o f . m a g i c . f o r u m.
{★} Participation in the storyline RP (metaplot).
{★} At least 12 credits from quests.
{★} Completion of a growth quest.
*Students may change sub-divisions once here. Be aware, however, that the task will most likely be very daunting and difficult.
a d v a n c e d . s u b d i v i s i o n s >> p r o f e s s i o n a l
{★} Intensive RP participation and journal postings. Also intensive participation in the Storyline RP.
{★} RARE and DIFFICULT growth quests will be given to those who the teachers deem are ready for such a challenge.
U P D A T E D: S a t u r d a y . J a n u a r y . 1 2 . 2 0 0 7
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 6:10 am
f s . e n t r y Glass clinked against class in an age old display of good cheers, silverware dug into plates and bowls scooping up various morsels of food from turkey, and candy yams, to collard greens, mashed potatoes and honey backed ham. The soft lull of conversation filled the air as friends and family shared stories of their escapades, dealing with new births in the family, teenage angst, new family car, and even financial gains. A heavy set woman - at the head of the table - laughed barbarously as her neighbor finished off a joke that spread around the room like an infectious virus. The whole joining in on the chorus of good cheer and merriment, only matched by the curious giggles of children who were peeking into the dinning area from their place connected in the living room. Mothers and fathers turned to shoo the little cherubs away, not wanting to give up their adult time to the little ones. Even so the children where not all that eager to give up their time to the adults as they scurried back to their own section of the house to play.
In the living room a smaller table -- with an assortment of paper plates with unfinished food -- rested next to the sliding glass door that lead out to the backyard. A few of the older kids could be seen running about in the field while the younger children remained indoors, forced to watch the festivities from their glass prison. A sudden squeak of wood giving way to the weight of a child walking down stairs brought the children's attention to a freckled face boy. Rubbing his eyes and yawning lightly, he looked around the room not expecting such a grand turn out. With all eyes on the boy, his own violet orbs shot from one face to the next, some faces he knew from around town; others he had no recollection. He backed away from the crowd, stopping only when he bumped into the stair's banister. His eyes continued to dart this way and that as he felt the sweat forming on his brow, his hands growing slick, as well as the shortness of breath. His heart pounded strongly in his chest picking up in its pace as more of his surroundings came into view. The sea of children seemed to part as his vision slowly rose taking in a heavy set figure who seemed to grown with every step she took. Eventually she closed the distance between them, and remained looking down upon the boy who didn't dare breath a word.
It was only after the woman reached down with meaty hands to grab the young one by the wrist that a hoarse scream escaped him. Kicking, biting, and clawing was his only means of protection, as he fought to break free. His eyes did not focus on the woman before him only seeing her, hovering like a vengeful deity. A resounding crack sliced through the air to silence the boy's cries but another crack and his eyes finally focused. "You shut the hell up, boy, you hear me?" He looked up in surprise, realizing who he was struggling against, a hand lifted in the air once more bringing the boy's attention fully on the woman responsible: his mother.
He cringed, curling in on himself to brace himself against the next blow that connected with not just his cheek but managed to split the side of his lip. Placing a delicate hand against his cheek he looked up with pleading eyes, tears welling but they dare not spill, it was a sign of weakness to the woman, a reason for her to continue her attacks -- for his face was the splitting image of a man she had loved so long ago. His empty presence in the house a constant reminder of the mother's pain and her hatred for a son who had been the result of his father's departure. "You up now? You hear me boy?" He nodded vigorously to be certain she knew he was aware of himself, anything to keep her from attacking him again. "Good. What'cha doin' down here, anyway?"
He kept his mouth shut, biting hard on his lip. Looking up to gauge his mother's reaction he finally spoke, "I- I was hungry." He quickly braced himself, used to so many years of retaliation for the simplest of words.
"Oh? We ain't got nothing for ya. Go back upstairs and wait." The woman spat, her towering form a reminder of his weakness against her.
He nodded, not daring to protest as he got to his feet, staggering and wobbling the whole way. He didn't spare a look at the children or any of the parents who could have stopped the attack. Whispers spread like wild fire as parents and children alike gossiped over the events that had just transpired. Eyes were averted in disgust, other in hatred, and a few in shame, mothers held their young to their bosoms blocking out the horrifying scene they had witness. It was better to pretend it didn't happen -- out of sight, out of mind -- as the saying goes.
By the time the boy rounded the banister to head upstairs the doorbell chimed. "Who in blazes could this be?" His mother muttered under her breath before rounding the corner to the hallway entrance. Gripping the door knob and swinging the door wide she eyed the offending person on the other side but not before spewing obscene curses from her mouth.
Upon finishing the gentleman reached into his breast pocket to wipe the spittle from his face with a hankercheif. Clearing his throat he addressed the woman of the house, "Yes, well any civilized person would have greeted a stranger with a simple: hello. I suppose foul language is just as effective." His breezy tone, straight back, and piercing gaze were all calculated, unhurried, it was as if he were used to such things. Without missing a beat he produced a card -- seemingly from out of nowhere -- and handed it off to the towering ox of a woman. "My reason for calling this fine afternoon, is in regards to a..." He trailed off looking over a clipboard he held in hand. Reading off the name he continued, "Seibehn L.J. Nash?"
The woman arched a brow placing a hand on her hip while the other went to her chin, her eyes lifting in thought. "Hmmm... Nope. No one by that name lives here." she said, not a blink of an eye, or a crack of a smile, she was dead serious in keeping this information from the gentleman. Not missing a beat she reached for the door and swung it toward the man.
"Is that so?" The gentleman, however, was not so easily moved. Placing his foot over the threshold his free hand catching the door, he smiled-- none too kindly -- while remaining calm. "Ma'am, I am in no mood to play games. The address in my notes states that a Seibehn Nash lives here. I came to this house, expecting a Seibehn Nash. I will not leave until I have seen and spoken with, Seibehn Nash."
The woman looked to put up a fight, it was only by the grace of a young boy who peeked his head through the crack of the door, that any progress would take place. "Sir, I'm Seibehn." His meek voice was almost missed by the uproarish growl from his mother who swiftly reached down an shoved the boy away from the door. He stumbled a few steps, slipping on a rug and toppling to the ground where he yelped in pain. Looking up one eye closed from the pain the other trained on his mother, he didn't bother saying a word deciding he'd already riled her ire enough in one day.
"You sure do like to test my nerves, boy." The fact that she didn't use a name was enough for the gentleman to understand he had walked into an unpleasant home environment. The woman whirled on the man. He did not flinch remaining calm as he waited for the woman's next move. She eyed him up and down, taking in his stance, his posture the stern expression on his face and the unfaltering strength that exuded from him. The man would not leave until business had been conducted.
Sighing, she eventually let him in, glaring a warning at her son. He averted his eyes keeping them trained on anything that wasn't his mother. The soft lull of gossip filled the adjoining rooms at the sudden appearance of a stranger. Nervous children were scooped into their mother's arms, fathers batting at rude comments made by noisy sons. The gentleman ignored the gathering as best he could. "Is there some place we can talk in private?"
The young Seibehn looked up a smile in his eyes but its bright light dimming the moment he turned those eyes upon his mother. She growled some incoherent threat to the boy, as she escorted the man to the empty study. Once inside she closed the door behind her son and the man, taking a seat on the old couch, she gave her son a single glance which put him on the a rug barely covering the cold wooden floor. This annoyed the gentleman but he said nothing, it was his job to observe the living quarters of potential students, he had to get an understanding of where they came from before allowing them access to the grounds.
He had been observing the boy's attitude the whole time, realizing instantly this boy might not be in the best of situations. Perhaps Shinkami was best for him after all. He would observe further before coming to a final decision. "First, I'd like to talk to your son." He noticed the mother was not pleased as she sat up on the couch her eyes trained on the boy in an instant. That reaction alone caused the boy to overt his eyes, keeping them trained in his lap. The man continued, "Very well, Seibehn?"
"Nash please." His voice barely above a whisper.
"Nash? Can you tell me a little about yourself. Hobbies, friends, family, teachers, school... Anything?"
Nash bit his bottom lip, as his fingers fiddled about one another. A glance to his mother, then back to his lap kept him silent for the most part. The gentleman realized this would not be an easy task, not with his mother serving as a damn to the boy's over flowing potential. Nash did look up, trying to make eye contact but the fear of his mother's wrath kept his eyes trained on the man's neck tie. "There's nothing to tell. It's pretty normal around here. Being the country and all. Small town, small school, not many friends. I don't have any interesting hobbies, if that's what you call them. Just helping my mama around the house."
His vagueness was frustrating but the gentleman didn't falter in his investigation."What about school? How would you feel about transferring?"
A slight raise of his eyes, moving to look at the man's pants but not catching his gaze completely. It was a small spark of interest, one the man could work with. He saw the shift in the boy's body language, from being slumped in defeat to rising slightly with interest. "Go ahead you can tell me."
"Maybe." He said, looking away at something on the ground, he then turned bringing his gaze to fully lock on the man.
This was the information he needed. Nash was definitely interested, the prison his mother had built for him was holding him back from the potential he had. There was a spark in his eyes, such pretty vibrant violet eyes. The gentleman showed no outward expression but he was definitely over joyed inside, wanting to get Nash to break from his anxious shell. However, he knew it could not happen with his mother so close at hand, watching like a hawk for its prey. There had to be a way to separate the two, he would figure it out, until then he continued the interview. "Tell me, have you ever wanted to travel? Explore new cities, different continents, cultures?"
Nash resorted to nodding his head, unable to trust himself in spoken word. There was so much he wanted to say, shifting his eyes from the man to his mother he new instantly that was not allowed. "I- I wouldn't mind..." He bit back a startled gasp, expecting his mother to retaliate but when it didn't come he ventured to continue. "One- once, mama, papa and I went fishing. We had to go to the neighboring town over yonder way. Looking at all the fish on the lake, we got to fish in a boat too. It got stormy but papa didn't want to leave... We had to eventually because mama-" He was abruptly thrown forward with a kick to the back. His mother on her feet in an instant. Looking up, Nash quickly scurried to what corner he could find apologizing the whole way.
"This interview is over." She said, her anger seething just under the surface. How dare that boy bring up such painful memories. How dare he remind her of better times! So much love was there, her husband, he was alive and vibrant, always smiling and cheerful, holding that boy over his shoulder -- as if pampering that kid -- he adored that boy more than her. Well, no more... He had walked out, left them both to fend for theirselves. It was obvious the boy was the problem, if he weren't around surely her husband would still be with her...
The man, however, had enough. This woman was out of control, something was seriously wrong with her, mentally, he realized. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Ma'am, I'm not trying to tell you how to raise your son but I cannot stand idly by while you show blatant disrespect for him and myself included. I am trying to do my job, is that so much of a crime?" He questioned rhetorically, his attention turned to Nash who was cowering in a corner. "Nash, come here." He said softly reaching out a hand.
Peeking around the desk, Nash looked from the man to his mother and back again before hurry to the safety of the stranger. He didn't want to seem ungrateful but it was only so much before a young boy's love for his mother would dwindle after being treated so carelessly.
"You obviously don't understand the situation taking place. This boy is important to a lot of people and the way you treat him is not benefiting any one but your own sadistic satisfaction. He's coming with me regardless of what you say, after what he's been through over the years he deserves much better."
"You goddamn brown noser! This is my house, and that is my child, I'll do whatever I damn well please. He's a simple minded child, incapable of taking care of himself. He'll amount to nothing if I let him leave with you."
"If you feel so strongly about it, why do you even care?" The man ushered the boy out of the study. "Can you show me to your room, Nash?" he asked, lowering his voice when speaking. Nash nodded heading for the stairs as he ducked his mother's gaze. "This child is a possible candidate for saving this god-forsaken world, and this is how he is treated?" The man was aghast with the aspects of this interviewing process.
An uproarish laugh emitted from the vicinity of Nash's mother. "Him? Save the world? Are you mad? He's weak, not even worth the sweat off my back to give a damn." She snorted looking between the two. "Listen, mister, I appreciate what you're trying to do here but my son is not going anywhere. He's in no condition to save the world, let alone the himself. So if you will please leave..."
The gentleman ignored her heading upstairs with Nash in tow. "Pack what little you can. We are leaving." He announced upon entering the boy's room. It was small, a few toys scattered about, a small table serving as a desk, and his bed, which looked more like a bail of hay and some blankets. Exasperated at the situation, the man wanted to get this boy out of here as soon as possible. When he noticed Nash turning with a bag clutched protectively against his chest, he smiled. "All set?" He nodded. "Good lets go." He ushered Nash toward the door but was blocked by his mother standing in the way. "Ma'am, I do not wish to argue over this. If you feel so strongly about this boy's worthlessness to you, then allowing him to leave this place will benefit everyone."
Of course the woman wasn't listening, her eyes trained on her son. Almost as if she weren't in her right mind she glared upon him, then turned to the man. "You think you can just come into my house and take him away? You think you can just leave me? Is that it, Nash? You just going to leave me like your father did? What is it, my hair, my make up, am I not pretty enough, or maybe its my cooking..."
By this point the woman had lost it. Too many years without any help in the mental department could do that to anyone. She wasn't seeing Nash or the man anymore. She only saw her husband who had left so many years before. Taking what little he had and sneaking off into the night. She was left to take care of a child she wasn't sure she loved any more, his eyes, his hair, those freckles, it all reminded her of him. "I won't let you. I won't let you leave, you'll never leave me again." Her rants were lost on ears that did not care.
The gentleman pressed forward ready to use force if he needed but that force was used on him first. Before he had a chance to react, meaty hands wrapped around his forearms, pushing him back with the weight of five men or more. At the momentum she was going and her strong stature, the gentleman was unable to break free, his feet stumbling underneath him as he was pushed back, further until the crash of a window brought the horror of the situation to a head. A moment of silence followed the shattered window as the man tumbled out, rolling, twirling and spinning before crashing in a heap at ground level.
Nash watched in slow motion, his mother pushing the man back, his stoic facade transforming into surprise then into alarm as the glass shattered, his body free falling before tumbling on the awning of the roof, it thumped and rolled before landing on the ground, where Nash took up vigil from the window above.
"Mama what have you done?" He practically screamed, forgetting for the moment his place under her command. It was only after he heard rather than felt the crack of her hand on the back of his head. He tumbled to the ground holding his head for a moment before looking up over him. His mother holding a bat... "Mama.. please... nooo!"
His screams carried into his waking life as Nash jumped with a start in a strange new bed. Eyes scanning the dimly lit room but could see nothing. He looked around again and again, but still nothing came into view. His only reaction now being the usual heat flashes, sweaty palms and brow, his heart beating faster, and a shortness of breath. He closed his eyes, placing his hands over each ear to block out the flood of thoughts that threatened to send him over the edge. "Mama? Where are you? Papa!" His screams filled the room, amplified only by the pitch and tone of his voice.
Out of the darkness hands found purchase around his wrist, holding them back, as he was pushed back on the bed. A familiar voice whispered in his ears, softly lulling him to calm down, "Nash, its me, calm down. Calm down." the gentleman's voice broke through the anxious state as Nash calmed allowing his breathing to ease and his pulse to calm. "Do you remember what happened?"
Questioning eyes searched the dimly lit room to find the face of the voice, but he need not see to know who it was. "I thought... she pushed you."
"No. She would have but only managed to severely injure herself." He brushed the boy's hair from his face smiling warmly. "You might have seen things differently but your mother lunged at me. I reacted instinctively, moving out of the way. With her weight and the momentum she practically threw herself out the second story window." He shrugged not offering the woman the effort it took to care. "She suffered a few broken ribs and sprained ankle. Unfortunately that was not all; she's paralyzed."
"Paralyzed?"
"I wouldn't worry about her though. What matters is that you're going to your new school."
Nash suddenly realized something about the room: it was moving. "What's going on, where are we?"
"Oh that, we're in the ocean, on a boat."
"WHAT!?"
"It's the only way to get to your new school after all." the man chuckled sitting back. "I hope you aren't upset. When we brought you back I wanted to keep a close watch. It was almost certain you'd have an episode if you woke up with a bunch of kids poking at you. So I set you up in my room." Nash blushed looking away though he smiled thankfully for the man's help. He nodded standing to his feet as he headed for the door. "Are you coming?" Nash looked questioningly at the man who only chuckled. "Well it is Thanksgiving after all..." He said this as he escorted Nash out of the room and down the hall. A few twists and turns later they stopped at a landing going down a flight of stairs that had them standing in front of double doors. Smiling the man asked, "Tell me, Nash, what are you thankful for?"
As he opened the door the festivities of the room spilled out to embrace the boy. Cakes, cookies, pies and fruits were set out on a table to the left. To the right all the usual Thanksgiving dishes where laid out in a buffet line, turkey, yams, sweet potatoes, collard greens, ham and stuffing. Children Nash's age and older were dancing to music off to the side, a few sitting around getting to know each other. There was a clown meant to entertain them but turned out to be tormented by the kids instead. Nash took this all in, his eyes welling with tears, for years he had tried to prevent himself from feeling anything but it never succeeded and even now he failed. He looked up to the man who was a bit taken by the tears.
"Have I upset you? Why the tears?" he questioned reaching down to rub them away with his thumb.
Nash shook his head vigorously blinking to hold them back but they just kept coming. "I- I'm just... I'm just so thankful." he whispered.
The man smiled leaning down, "For what?" He whispered.
"For meeting you." Nash whispered back, then jumped into the man's arms crying tears of joy for the first time in his life.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 6:13 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 6:16 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 6:45 am
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[Copyright]  Banners © Kuuro Kitten Seibehn L.J. Nash (character) © Kuuro KittenSeibehn L.J. Nash (art/color/cert) © tooaya ShinKami School of Saviors © tooaya Don't know what copyright is? www.whatiscopyright.org www.copyright.gov
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