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The Gourmet Pocky Shoppe Captain
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 Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 2:57 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 9:29 pm
 general information
name: Alin Conta
age: 14-16
hair color: an odd hue of reflective silver, his hair could as well be a colorless tone of pure white but look silver due to the light's reflection on them.
eye color: just as colorless as his hair, also reflective like a mirror. His eyes manage to conceal his emotions well enough inside their depths, alwyas returning the stare of anyone that attempts to look right through him effectively.
nationality: French
spoken languages: French, English
family: Katrin Leblance. Alin's adoptive mother. She is a youthful woman that sometimes just finds it hard to deal with Alin but does so anyway because she cares about him. She met with him in an orphanage in France and took him under her wing. She seems aware of her child's troubled past and wants to help him recover even though her repeated attempts most time fail. She seems to be in some trouble with social workers due to the fact that Alin is not following his therapy schedule. She likes to dress Alin in quite extravagant clothes when they are going out together shopping or for coffee with her friends which in turn embarasses the boy to no ends.
other relatives: Ayano Himura. Alin's piano teacher. He comes from Japan and is quite strange. Of unspesified age he appears to never change a day at all. He believes that music can help ease Alin's pain and so on Katrin's request he now visits two times a week to study music with the boy and often makes random visits to either see Katrin and Alin for some chat and coffee or take them somewhere in his minivan.
residence: a nice large home just out of town. This home is not your average nameless house however. Villa Stella might not be a mansion or the kind of resort-like place that comes to mind when you hear the name, the majestic victorian structure however does it justice as it helps to give it presence among the woodland background. All in all if one was to think in a bit more abstract terms and put some imagination into all of this, it could even turn into a castle in a mythical forest -Katrin at least used to play that a lot when she was a little girl.
physical health: Quite poor, Alin is constantly cold and gets sick easily. The cause is diagnosed to be malnutrition ever since the early days of his life which in turn resulted into his immune system becoming vulnerable. The damage cannit be fixed through medical means since it has already been inflicted, however with a balanced diet and an extra dose of carefullness the doctor's said he should be able to avoid being sick all the time.
mental health: That is rather questionable, he is under the watchful eye of social workers and sees a therapist. He doesn't like to talk about it when asked.
favourite passtime: drawing, drawing, and more drawing. It appears as if when he records images on papers he can pour dormant feelings inside the pictures thus allowing him to free a part of himself that otherwise would remain locked up inside. Alin is almost subconsciously drawn to drawing as if it is connected to something in his past. He has been asked multiple times however his answer is always the same, that he does not remember. Wether his answer is a lie to hide some fact or genuine is not yet proven.
likes: peace and quiet, music, violin and the piano, snow and the rain (when he is securely warm somewhere), literature, cats
dislikes: loud noise, thunder, earthquakes, being told what to do, being scolded, getting wet, untidyness, dogs
dressing code: Alin is casually and usually entirely clad in black and with clothes that show no skin, his mother likes to play dress-up with him being the model however so when she gets to 'show him around' he ends up in many different crazy outfits.
favourite music piece: he claims that there are two he loves the most, Puccini's Turnadot and Tosca.
favourite read: fantasy mostly, he likes Tolkien the best. He likes to lose himself in the fantasy worlds without giving a damn about reality.
favourite food: fruit (everything but pineapple and kiwi)
skills: Alin is quite adept at drawing and cooking, he is also taking piano lessons after Katrin claimed that 'music soothes the wild creatures' (if by 'wild creatures' she meant Alin or somebody else it is still unknown) Generally he is good with mostly everything he can do with his hands. He lacks athletic abilities which makes him not suitable for anything that involves raw strength or stamina.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:03 pm
Chapter 1:
The evening had gone by in general silence. Alin had decided to dwell in the silence of his books while his mother, Katrin, cleaned around the house. However the only sound now was that of muffled shouting behind closed doors. Suddenly the door opened and a white-haired boy walked out of the room, his downcast eyes betraying no emotion.
"Alin!" Katrin's voice chased after him in the hallway. "Please!!" He simply didn't reply. He didn't feel like repeating himself for his mother to hear out. He really didn't want this, he didn't believe it had anything to do with anything, didn't want her to bring this issue up. He didn't want to recall the past, shoved as it was in the back of his mind. He believed it was better left untouched. He wanted it to be that way, that way it couldn't hurt him. The thing he did was exactly the same thing a kid his age would have done with a toy that brought up an unpleasant memory. Even in this hideaway however, Alin was never completely free. That was where his mother came in, asking for him to see a therapist. But Alin didn't want a therapist. He was no psycho nor was he crazy... he was simply... simply what?
He walked up to his room with no more words spoken on his part while his mother kept asking him way and over again if he was going to even think about it.
"I'll think about it." was the only thing he said as he pressed the door to his room shut with a small 'click'. He crossed a hand through his hair and yawned. This was no good, really no good, he needed his time to think, thinking was making him tired and tiredness made him sleepy... but he didn't want to sleep, he never liked to sleep anyway and he wanted, needed to draw, let go of his anxiety through the streaming ink from his pen to stain the white purity of paper. He shivered. He always did when he thought about things in this oddly lyrical way.
His hand slipped in his pocket where his fingers fiddled with the edges of a small slip of paper. On that paper, Alin knew it well, the name of a doctor was written. He also knew it wasn't initially Katrin's suggestion but the social workers'. These guys sure were persistent, that's why their meetings never worked out. Alin had his own way of dealing with 'intruders' such as these. He would either clam up and speak no sound, make no groan of disdain or grimace or he would act as if everything was perfectly normal and there was no need to worry. Either way he simply smiled to himself afterwards. He was strong, stronger than those people would believe...
He had now, absentmindedly, taken out the small piece of paper as he slid himself to the floor and glared at it. "Why won't you let anyone come close, Alin?" Katrin had asked. "You know, there are people like you... maybe you could join a therapy group... maybe if you let yourself... maybe it is better for now..." she really didn't know how to make up good excuses.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:04 pm
Chapter 2:
Alin shot awake when a hand came to rest on his shoulder, the sensation from the sudden shock from the cold hand touching him -brushing against his cheek- sending a shiver down his spine.
"What are you doing sleeping on the floor Alin?" Katrin reprimanded him seeing how he was always a bit too sickly for his own good and such incidents usually led to colds. He shook his head not knowing what to say, he had fallen asleep like that the day before while he was thinking about the therapy group she had suggested. Stifling a yawn he sat up and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands like a cat. He mumbled something close to a 'sorry' and sighed. Getting up he stumbled out of the room and into the bathroom where he subsequently noticed two different things. One, Katrin came into his room without knocking first -which was somewhat of a mutual rule between the two of them- and two he was clenching the small slip of paper from yesterday in one hand. Letting go of it as if it was contaminated by some deadly virus Alin took a quick step backwards. He had to make a decision about that. He didn't want to, however, seeing how there was not really a way out of it. He knew the idea wasn't Katrin's... if he didn't go see a therapist then the social workers might take him away and that would make Katrin sad not to mention that who knew what the new foster parents they'd find for him would be like?
He locked the door and climbed to sit on the washing machine then peered at the image of himself in the bathroom mirror directly against him.
Messy silver hair framed a pale face where two large eyes -seeming even larger now that he was anxious about the what he was going to do- glimmered almost feverishly in their unearthly silvery-white hue. He brought a set of five thin fingers to touch at his face, narrowing his eyes at the mirror. Stupid thing... He pouted as his eyes drifted away from his reflection and down on the floor to the crumbled piece of paper. He had to go, right? Well if that was so he was going to tell Katrin anyway so she would stop nagging him about it -he had no intention of spending the morning in either awkward silence or cleverly dodging Katrin's words and comments.
Washing his face in order to feel a little bit more awake he unlocked the bathroom's door and walked his way quietly over to the kitchen. Katrin was talking to someone, over the phone Alin guessed, after all it was too early for anyone to visit.
"What am I to do Nena?" Katrin mumbled in a low tone, the sound of boiling water obscured the voice a little but as long as Alin heard the name 'Nena' he knew he'd better leave now and retreat to his room. Nena was Katrin's godmother and whenever Katrin called her it signified things were worse than expected most of the times. He sighed. He knew that their discussion was going to revolve around him, however he wasn't curious enough to sit there and overhear. He wasn't the kind of person to do that.
He opened the door to his room, the window was open too, Katrin opened it for the clean air to come inside. A blue butterfly was sitting on the windowsill but as soon as it sensed another person in the room it fluttered away. Alin stood still, observing it fly away.
"Do you like butterflies, Alin?"
A violent tremble brought him to his knees as he brought both arms to curl them around his small form as if to protect himself. That was why he always wanted to stay inside. Doing so he didn't, needn't have to fight it...
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:05 pm
Chapter 3:
He bit his lower lip softly staring up at the hospital, blindingly white against the dark slate grey of the sky. It was going to rain and he didn't even have his umbrella with him. That sucked. He was so anxious he forgot to take it with him. All he had was his cell phone and some change tucked in the pockets of his coat as well as the still crumbled paper with the name of the head therapist in his group scribbled on it in Katrin's hasty, curled handwriting. The distance from where he was standing to the top of those marble stairs seemed to unfold without an end. He sighed and took the first step then the second one. Between each step he would wait for a small while, as if to rest his knees -even though these weren't more than twenty to count. He bit his lip anxiously when he finally found himself at the door -somehow he had believed that by dallying on the hospital's staircase he would actually gain some more time before he would meet his 'fate' at the hands of those doctors. He was not crazy or a psycho and he certainly didn't cut himself or anything. He had no reason to be here. He didn't want to be here. But no, no... he had to, had to go. He had promised Katrin, Katrin whose radiant eyes betrayed she was going to cry at any moment if he refused going. Katrin who was worried about him, or, at least, faked to worry well enough -considering that sometimes peoples' feelings aren't genuine.
He walked in the lobby and looked around. He didn't anyone to drop him off, he knew how to move around on his own well enough. He needn't anyone... but there were too many people. It wasn't like he had something with crowds like some people do nor was he afraid of germs or anything of the like however he felt his stomach turning into several knots and a dizzy feeling of panic swept over him. This had happened before once or twice. It was every time he was faced with a situation that was soon going to bring him against what he tried his best to hide from. The first time it happened it was right after Katrin took him in. They had small meetings with the head of the orphanage he had spent a small portion of his life into awareness until a foster home would care for him, at the end of their second meeting the head of the orphanage said she'd discuss about Alin's past life with Katrin next time she would come. When that evening came... that feeling of unspoken fear took him over and he passed out. The next time it was with the social workers but he didn't give in like the first time. It was something to worry about, Katrin said after talking with her Nena over the phone.
And now...
Looking around to find out nobody noticed him he hurried along to find the room that was supposed to hold the meeting...
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 10:07 pm
Chapter 4:
'Crap that nobody cared for'. Alin noticed to himself while waiting for the meeting to be over and done. There were six more people in the same group as him. Of them all he was the youngest, the others being from eighteen and older. He didn't mind being the youngest, after all Alin knew one shouldn't judge by age, what he couldn't stand was the glances of pity in his direction. He really hoped he had brought his sketchbook with him one or more times during the couple of hours he spent in there. He was impatient enough to keep checking his phone every five minutes or so -discreetly not to appear nervous to the others in the room. He sighed, for the hundredth time in that day he could do nothing but sigh his way over it.
The meeting was just done and like Alin suspected it was raining cats and dogs outside. Crossing a hand through his hair he nearly banged his head against the wall out of frustration. He hated rain. Well, yes, it was beautiful enough to watch from inside... but he had no intention to walk around in it. Checking his phone's agenda, skipping through the few names included in his list he felt his shoulders slump. Katrin had one shopping with one of her friends -she had told him she'd be late when he left home earlier that evening- and Ayano-san, his piano teacher was having lessons until around nine post meridiem every day except for weekends.
'Now what?' he questioned himself casting a grim stare over at the window of the clinic. An old lady that was waiting in line to see her doctor looked at him strangely. Alin didn't bother glaring back, too busy with mentally hitting his head against his imaginary wall and cursing in his mind both himself and his carelessness as well as the stupid weather.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 11:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 11:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 11:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 11:29 pm
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