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 Posted: Sat May 27, 2017 10:50 pm
Slamming the door shut behind her, Abi found herself glad that Roland had left the house first before she'd done so. She was fuming, absolutely livid with her father but that was nothing new. As long as she was stuck living with him it would never be a new thing between them. "Why can't he ever just..." she seethed, struggling to keep herself from screaming as she lead the sheepdog away from the house. It was leave for some fresh air or potentially assault him. It wasn't worth him pressing charges. "Why do I have to conform to what he thinks I should be? What's wrong with being seen as some "freak"?!" Ugh, her voice was getting shrill and probably too loud in volume. Considering they were nearing a place where more people were likely to be she needed to chill. But she couldn't! It was the same, tiresome and degrading things said about her! "I don't care what he thinks of me, you know?" she grumbled to her companion, who only "boofed" in reply. "I mean, I do but I don't. He can think what he wants of me but I deserve, at the least, for him to not throw those feelings in my face, right?" "I'm going to this stupid school he wants me to, isn't that enough? I come home every weekend like he wants me too... What's wrong with wanting to dress how I want to on the weekends?" All she got was another "boof" in reply and the blue haired teen dragged her hands down her face as she slumped down on the nearest bench. "I don't know why I bother talking to you, Roland. You're just a dog."
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 11:31 pm
Alexandre had missed his morning run this morning, he'd overslept, and with having to get to work and other duties he had at home he hadn't been able to get his park run in till now.
After dinner, and some time to digest as he didn't like running on a full stomach, he'd pulled on some tight sweat pants, which hung on his hips a bit due to them being just a bit big on him, as well as a turtle neck shirt made of some clingy material that was warm. He didn't feel like freezing and given his size it wasn't a hard thing to achieve, he still had a few nice blankets on his bed back home that he curled up under at night.
Sneakers were fitted onto his feet and tightly laced as his feet pounded against the pavement as he ran at a fair pace. He wasn't out right running, he didn't want to wind himself, but he wasn't walking either. Ashen hair was pulled back, even his bangs, so none of his hair got into his face and obscured his vision. He didn't need to have his hair in his face and not see some dog, or cyclist or some other such thing. He didn't need accidents and injuries.
When he stopped, he had to, at a bench it was to tie a shoelace which had somehow come undone. Looking over to the bluehaired female, who seemed upset, and the dog he tilted his head. "You seem a bit...upset, if you don't mind me saying." She seemed to radiate it actually...but why?
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 2:36 pm
Her gaze moved to the stranger beside her, a little startled before her head sort of fell into her hands. There may have even been a small groan. Great, even random strangers could tell how upset she was. Fingers may have even tangled a bit tightly in her hair. But... what was the harm in talking to a stranger? Talking to Roland often didn't amount to much except for allowing her to rant. Which was nice but... But it didn't give her the validation that yes, her father was an a*****e. Letting go of her hair, she peered back over to him. "Yea... it's getting harder to keep a handle on," she replied, voice a little on the deadpanned side. Maybe if she could make it out like it was a joke it would be easier to handle talking about? She doubted it. "Things at home are getting harder to deal with and I'm about thisclose to punching my dad in the nose." Should she really be admitting that? Too late now.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 6:27 pm
That was an interesting response. It seemed a lot was bothering this one...but what? She was being vague that was for certain but it seemed whatever was the problem it was bothersome. It was also never easy when something involved family, especially for someone who was young as this one appeared to be.
"Mind if I ask why?" Came the question as he moved to seat himself on the bench, watching the female carefully. "I assume it's something big going on, I mean seeing as you are close to punching your own father - that's a bit dramatic. Not that it's unfounded, I'm sure it is." But he was curious now and wondered just what could push someone to that.
Weren't most teenagers afraid of their parents, enough to not wanna hit them anyway?
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 6:51 pm
"Because he's a jerk!" was the automatic reply, maybe a bit harsher then she meant. It wasn't her intention to take it out on the guy who only seemed to want to listen. Which was... a change. It almost reminded her of Maddox, he was always willing to listen when she just needed to get things off of her chest. Somehow it was different then venting to the dog. "The guy was no where in my life growing up then four years ago he just comes blowing into my life like he has a say in it!" Which, frustratingly enough, he did. "Rips me from my foster father and brings me here where I know no one." Her friends, her true father (as far as she was concerned) were all back in Maine. Where back home where she belonged. Not this hell hole. "The worst part is he's trying to shape me into someone I'm not! He's trying to "fix" thirteen years of being myself for the last four years and all it's doing is making me hate him more and more. Nothing I do is right!" God, she could rant about this for days. "Punching him is the nicest thing I could do to him right now, in all honesty." She was to the point of wanting to do worse, depending on the argument.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 7:43 pm
Well, he should have expected that. Wasn't that how most teenagers were after all? She was clearly upset and lashing out, without cursing, but the question was why? There was more to it than him just being a jerk. Maybe though it wasn't something big like he figured it to be? She was, as he reminded himself, a teenager after all and they were prone to being overly emotional and the like.
Well, that was interesting. Where had he been and why the sudden appearance? he didn't ask though, and didn't plan on it. But it seemed he came into her life and really was just diving into the deep end without testing the waters at all. Trying to make things how he wanted without a clue and without even bonding perhaps? Without talking about things? That was, of course, an assumption based on what she was saying but that's what it seemed like.
"So he moved you here...and is trying to fix...what exactly? You say he's trying to fix you and shape you into something you aren't. What are you and what does he want you to be?" Those words were words he'd heard before, nothing he'd ever uttered though, but he'd heard them in certain groups and he had ideas but there were so many ways she could mean what she was saying.
What was going on - he wanted to know.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 9:02 pm
Oh... His question made her pause, made her go over her words and realize she'd been vague. It was probably instinctual, used to having to watch how she talked about herself in the last four years, but it made her sound... Childish and spoiled. Or at the very least ungrateful. Which she might have been to some degree but he deserved it. "My dad believes in stereotypes. That women must be dainty and girly and listen when a man tells her to do something. That we dress in dresses and other "girly" things." A soft, almost sad sigh as she closed her eyes. "Girls are girls and not... "freaks". Not people who don't really conform to gender norms. Who don't have preferences of the male persuasion when it comes to sex and romance." A scowl now and Roland whined from beside her, putting his head in her lap. "He's got me enrolled in this stupid military school like it's going to make him obedient to him. That it will teach me my place in his world. Wants me to come home on the weekends, which fine. Whatever. But I have to dress how he wants me to dress, do what he tells me to do... It's like I'm not good enough as I am. Doesn't care about me being his daughter unless it's how he sees me." A wet tongue swiped at her cheek and she instinctively pushed her dog away, wiping his spit off. God, she'd started crying some. "I just want to be myself? Is that so wrong?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 9:45 pm
Listening to her now he started to understand. That was...an outdated way of thinking about people - of viewing things. If he thought about it he was sure a good percent of his female cousins didn't wear dresses or skirts, at least not whenever he saw them. It also would mean his own hair, nice and long and tied back, would be a bad thing. How annoying that must be, especially for someone who didn't follow those ideas. "He is aware jeans are a thing - correct?" he couldn't help the question. "And that females can and do often wear them." He couldn't imagine wearing something that left one so...exposed like a skirt or a dress did. Plus he believed in women listening to what a man tells them? That was really outdated and he wasn't even sure he had words for that, honestly.
Shaking his head he ran his fingers through his tied back hair, pulling out the hair tie. His ashen blond hair falling about his face and shoulders. Well maintained, silky, and brushed out it would have shone under the sunlight were it daytime and they not be sitting under some trees.
"So you are saying that you are gay, or at least bisexual, and I assume a tomboy...or does it go further in that regard?" He questioned, not at all bothered by what she was saying about herself. Why should it bother him anyway? It was just a prefrence and it was just who she was - no problem there.
"And military school...the only one in the city is Romano's. I doubt a school is going to enforce, or instill, a preference into a person or gender conforming behaviors. Sexuality is what it is - it's genetic and isn't going to change." People who said it could be changed were delusional, as far as he was concerned. There was nothing that would change that. He knew first hand that he would never find a female attractive, the idea was just...cringey to him.
"I teach there. I would know if we were making people change their preferences or act and conform to certain genders. He'll be upset, I'm sure,
when he finds out his idea has failed."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 10:54 pm
"Bisexual? Maybe more demi, as I haven't really found anyone I'd be willing to sleep with?" She definitely had interest in both sexes she knew that. A snort in amusement at his question. "Of course he does, he wears them himself on the weekend. But he's still trapped in the fifties were ladies wore dresses and stayed in the kitchen and ugh. It's the same stupid crap every time." Thank God he'd never seen her bathing suits. "And I guess it goes deeper then a tomboy? I have days where I just... I don't feel like a girl. I mean, thankfully my body isn't exactly femininely built so those days don't leave me feeling... horribly wrong?" It was hard to explain. "But he doesn't understand, doesn't care to. I was born a girl and I should behave as such." She perked a little at hearing he taught there, did she have any classes and she didn't recognize him out of school? Probably not, she'd remember some one who seemed cool like he did. "He just wants me to be more obedient is all. I guess he just assumes the school is going to turn me into some sort of "yes sir" "no sir" robot that will end up being the perfect little girl he wishes I was. You know, military equals perfect child or something stupid." But it was nice to know that maybe being in the school wasn't going to be all bad. Score one point in her favor? "It just gets so tiring fighting with him over this. I'm tired of hearing how I'm a bad child, a freak, how I'm a disappointment. If I'm such a problem why didn't he just leave me back in Maine?" Oh there was the anger starting to bubble up again.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 1:53 am
Listening to her he nodded his head a bit. Bisexual would certainly upset her father, he doubted the girls father knew what demi was. He was certain if she used anything other than bisexual and demisexual for terms, if she went into other things, he'd be lost. Alexandre knew there was some long list of sexualities, he'd heard and seen online lists, they made santa's naughty and nice list look short. He had no clue of anything outside outside the basics, so he was glad she fit into terms he knew.
He didn't say this though, no reason to, as she continued explaining things. Well, the picture was becoming clearer that was for sure. "So...transgender or..." What was that damn term? "Gender fluid?" He was sure that was it, it made sense with what he was looking for. Really, so many terms were out there being tossed around. It almost felt ridiculous to him. A person didn't need a label to what they were, at least he didn't think so, he liked other males and only other males. Yes he could slap the label gay onto it, and he would say he was gay, but that was a simple and basic label. There were so many other ones that seemed to consist, in definition, of if this and not that but when this and it somehow became a sexuality. It was a lot to take in and so was ignored by him. A person's sexuality was just that - theirs and no label needed. It made it all nice and simple and neat.
"He does realize that it's still a high school - right? Military yes...but a school, with normal classes. This isn't camo and rolling through the mud and learning to assemble a gun in your sleep - right?" He questioned. Her father sounded like he needed to catch up with the times, among other things.
"Wait till he finds out the school isn't going to turn you into such a person. We aren't aiming for that. I mean if he found out at least one professor isn't straight would bother him I'm sure." Shrugging his shoulders a bit. "Not that I would care, although it might amuse me. Were he my father I'd have a better way of handling him." One which would surely do the trick. He might not kill the man, were the man his father and hold such views, but he would certainly find a way to put the man in line by force.
Thankfully his family was accepting and didn't care one way or the other and supported him, not that he needed it. He didn't possess some need to out himself to everyone and paint himself in a rainbow, and not because it would be tacky and flamboyant to do so. Alexandre also was comfortable in who he was and didn't give a s**t what someone thought of his preferences and didn't go about telling everyone, so he didn't have to deal with any negative comments. In other words - he was who he was and being gay was just a small piece of the puzzle. It wasn't something he shone a spotlight on or shoved in people's faces. He had manners.
"I'd offer to talk to him but I doubt that would help. I'm not exactly allowed to abuse a student's parents either." Or he very well might offer, not that he couldn't do it anyway. "Even if I could I've no doubt you'd face some backlash over it."
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 2:19 am
"Genderfluid, yes. Or at least that's how my foster father referred to it as." A small shrug. "All I know is that some days I feel like a guy and some days I feel like a girl." "I guess not. I don't know what goes on in his head anymore." She'd have slammed her face into a table had there been one in front of her. "Not that I ever really did. Except that he hates me." Well, may not hate as he refused to outright kick her out. But he certainly didn't like her and that was enough. "What I wouldn't give to have a handle on him. Or to not have to go back but I can't just eff off back to Maine so I'm just... stuck, you know? And it just feels like it's either him or me and it's easier to want to take him out back and shoot him then to do the same to myself." She just... couldn't keep bending herself to his rules and line of thinking. It felt too much like smothering herself to give in. "It'd almost be worth it to see someone just reach back and slug him. I just wish I could bring myself to do it." That wasn't quite it. "Well I mean I could, I want to but it would just prove him right, kind of? And like hell I want to do that."
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 9:24 pm
Ok, that he could handle. That wasn't beyond his understanding, and tolerance level, not transgender but...not fully one gender or the other. It was close to his limits but not there, at least she felt human and felt like she had a gender. He didn't voice what he was thinking, at least not at the moment, as he continued to listen to her.
"Well, you could but he would be a problem if you tried to go back." Shifting about Alexandre let one leg cross over the other, his elbow coming to rest atop the top leg. His chin settled onto his open hand as he turned his eyes onto the female.
"What would you do if you had power? Strength....had a way to leave and live elsewhere and could remove him? Would you? I'm rather curious to what extent you'd go for your freedom. People are different...some talk about it but don't mean it. Some will give and do nearly anything for their freedom - even killing for it."
Tilting his head a bit he managed a smile, ashen hair scattering gently across his face. He really didn't look as masculine as some, like her father, would say he should. He didn't much care though.
"Would you scare him into line if you had the power to? Would you hit him if you had the power?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 11:52 am
"He took me away from a loving and safe environment, my home of thirteen years, to bring me to some city I don't even really care about to turn me into his "good daughter". He's given me nothing but foul words and heartache." Her eyes had narrowed, staring off someplace before her, while shaking hands smoothed through the fur on Roland's back. It had felt so amazing to get this off of her chest. "I would do anything to be rid of him! Even if I'm stuck here for the rest of my life I want nothing more then to separate myself from him and at least live my own life." Maybe it was a bit extreme, but sometimes she just... wanted to kill him and be done with it. She couldn't, of course, someone would take notice of him missing, but the dream was nice. "No child deserves a parent like him." Sleet Tempest Snape sorry for the delay dear <3
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 2:09 pm
Listening to her he nodded his head slowly and reached out to gently lay a hand on her - comforting. Could he turn her? Would it be so easy to turn this hate into something more? To give her power and then turn her into a suitable officer? Would she serve? So many questions but sitting here, like this, would give him no answers to his questions.
"Would you - would you kill him if you could? If you could do it and no one would know...no consequences involved." He spoke, turning his serious gaze onto her. Killing was not an easy thing, it never was, but when you were younger it was harder. But her dislike, her hate, for her father....maybe she could.
"What if all you needed was a bit of power...would you take it? Take it and then use it to remove him and then serve that power? You could live as you wanted - within reason of course. But you would be free of him and no consequences - I could assure you of that." Waving one hand about in a vague sort of manner.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2017 11:13 am
That was a question she was surprised to hear him ask aloud and it made her pause a moment. She'd always thought of ways to kill him, because it was certainly the easier option then trying to run away. There was also the whole getting caught thing that had been a big deterrence. But there was a way? She could be done with him for good and not have to worry about the consequences of such an action? Sure she'd have to serve whatever purpose but.. Her gaze moved down to the dog by her side, who's head rested so gently in her lap and had really been her only source of sanity in all of this. The one tie she got to keep of her life before the man she was forced to call father interrupted it. "I can keep Roland? He can come with me and nothing will happen to him?" Her biggest concern about all of this.
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