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 Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 1:37 am
And then if you multiply out the 'x', you end up with a reoccuring square root...so keep that as a surd...
Kail sat on the bench, knees tucked to his chest and solving mathematical equations under his breath. He was also twitching lightly, head flicking to the side every few seconds and looking distinctly unhappy and nervous. Why? Because, quite frankly, he was lost. He'd gone out on a walk to explore, only to get completely lost and then be shouted at by some strange people he didn't know about his glasses. This was why he didn't wear them, but his dad had told him to wear them today so he did but this just proved it was a Bad. Idea. He wasn't in school uniform, instead dressed in huge jumper and baggy trousers, both looking a little worn and possibly contributing to why the people had yelled insults - but in Kail's head it was because of his glasses.
The same Coke-Bottle glasses that were now in his bag instead of on his face, meaning visibility was very down.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 9:41 am
Kyndall spent a lot of time walking these days. A considerable amount of time walking. It was a great way to stay in shape, blow off steam and best of all it kept her out of the house which wasn't very hospitable these days. Not without Harm in it. So it wasn't surprising that she was out on a day like this away from home not quite enjoying the dying rays of what had been a pretty day.
It was easy to see Kail was out of place. He stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of one of the more ethnic sides of town. Did he realize where he was? And, furthermore, what the hell was he wearing? Her nose wrinkled to see it pants about a size too big and a sweater that looked like it had seen better days back in the early thirties. Really, who thought that this was an acceptable way to dress in public or at all for that matter. She clucked her tongue, shaking her head.
"Didn't anyone teach you that clothes should fit and be presentable in public? What is this supposed to say about you?"
Her mothering and teaching instincts went into work at once and sat down beside him, looking him over critically. She didn't know he was lost, only that he was out of place and appeared unfocused. She fussed over him, trying to figure out what to do. This should be considered charity work as generous as she was being with her considerable sense of fashion.
"Here, here, stand up. Let me look at you properly."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:34 pm
It was something perhaps in Kyndall's voice that made him supress the urge to freak. There was just something....teacherly about it? Like someone reprimanding you for homework misplaced. Only about clothes. He blinked blearily, trying to focus his vision and delved in his bag for his glasses. ( She was an adult; She'd protect him.) As he drew out the glasses and settled them on his face he gave an uncertain smile, standing up as instructed and shuffling awkwardly before trying to get a word in edgeways.
"M-m-my mother is v-very fashion conscious. S-s-she is a f-f-fashion o-o-obsessive. But I live with daddy, and h-he does not care. He is v-very busy."
Okay so maybe he wasn't feeling great, but stuttering was at least understandable.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 10:51 pm
There was no way around it, nothing to be done. She had to fix this the only way she knew how. That meant being a bit demanding and a bit strange and also pretty generous. But she didn't mind being or doing any of those things because that was who she was. Still ignoring the factors that the boy was clearly distressed she stood up just as quickly as she sat down.
"Here, come with me. This deserves to be fixed. You look like you could use a change of scenery, anyway."
His glasses didn't make her feel any better about things. But Kyndall cared about looks and how people present themselves. She was conscious about it but she cared. If he lived with his father and his father wasn't going to get him things that fit him properly she'd just have to give him a feminine point of view. She was usually impeccably groomed herself. Besides, didn't his father know how cruel other children can be? There was nothing to be done about his glasses so it made more sense to have him dressed well and properly.
"There's a good vintage store around the corner. We'll look there. I'm sure they'll have plenty that's a decent fit in your size."
Call it charity. Call it compulsion to clothe the fashionably unconscious. Call it crazy for a woman that knows nothing of a child to try and dress him up better. It was probably a mix of all three, anyway. Oddly, the stuttering didn't seem to bother her as much as his presentation. Sure, he was probably nervous but she wouldn't have blamed him given the situation at hand. If she stopped to think about it what she was doing was VERY bizarre but thankfully she didn't stop to think about it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:25 pm
Kail blinked. Then blinked again. She was going to fix this? Fix what? He wasn't sure, not particularly being in a good state of mind to comprehend all the many many things she was saying all at once and with a beautiful variety of vocabulary that usually he would have quite appreciated but at the moment was confusing him completely. He ended up just nodding, and taking Kyndall's hand, fingers clutching hers with just a little desperation. In comparison to his scruffy clothes, his hands were...well, beautiful was perhaps the word. Slender and well-kept, the skin soft and smooth and the nails delicate and cut short but not ragged, they were no doubt the best, cleanest part of Kail's outfit, even if they were not technically clothing.
As he clutched Kyndall's hand, half the tension fled from his body. She had nice hands. Worn, slightly dry at the fingertips, probably from the cold now it was getting colder, but nice hands. Good hands. Nice hands. He stepped a little closer, half behind her waiting to follow or start walking or whatever was going to happen. It didn't occur to him that maybe she would shove him off or perhaps look at him like he was a creep - though it would certainly be a fair response.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 1:34 pm
Kyndall was perhaps a little confused when he grabbed her hand and squeezed like he wasn't ever going to let go. It occurred to her that maybe things weren't as they originally appeared on the outside. Kinda nerdy kid alone in a technically rough part of town. Certainly rougher than he was used to by the feel of his soft hands. Hers had seen too much hard labor to be soft like that anymore. She cooked and cleaned and built sets, sewed costumes, and did whatever she had to. The martial arts training certainly didn't help, either.
She led him down the street and into a convenient vintage store. Maybe it was weird buying clothes for a kid she didn't know but his sort of fashion screamed disaster and her impulsive need for things neat and properly presented didn't allow for other options. What would those be, anyway? A strongly worded note to his father about his choice of clothing? Kail wasn't exactly unattractive. He could certainly stand to play up the academic look.
Though pink hair, admittedly, was hard to match. As she showed him through the store she picked out neutral items in near new condition and had him try them on. It was clear she wouldn't hear arguments about this be it considered kindness or cruelty. She considered it charity. She settled on what she thought she wanted early on. Simple, interchangeable, normal.
"I'm Kyndall, by the way." she offered lightly to him at some point in the middle of their adventure.
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