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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 16, 2008 1:29:34 GMT -5
Garion clutched his tray with the grip of one usually overlooked and tripped over. He finally sat down on a long table completely devoid of companionship, but with his luck it wouldn't stay that way. He could already see two girls whispering to each other, pointing and giggling. Even though he didn't want to, he heard a snippet of the embarassing conversation. Teenagers. he groaned inwardly.
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Post by Ϛ Christopher Nightingale on Dec 16, 2008 1:33:14 GMT -5
"Pay them no mind," Chris said, for some reason. He normally might have completely ignore the exchange, and tried to get away, but something about the boy, maybe how young he was, disallowed him to be so detached. Chris had a brother around that age; perhaps that was why he felt some sort of duty?
Garion was, in fact, not alone at the table, he was merely the only visible occupant of it. Chris didn't have any food, he was just sitting on the bench, so he was completely invisible, and on purpose for once.
Being able to hide in the middle of a crowded area like that was something he enjoyed very much.
"They're just... uh..." His resolve weakened. "Well, they're very narrow-minded."
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 16, 2008 1:40:00 GMT -5
Garion looked up sharply... and noticed there was no-one there. He looked around for the source of the voice, but the teenagers around him seemed to be too occupied with thier own affairs to be messing with his head. Garion let out a droplet of telekenetic energy, searching for some kind of resistance.
But the droplet became a pinch,
and the pinch a blob,
and the blob a fist.
Garion could not stop the torrent of energy, which was sapping him of his own strength, until it collided with something with the full force of a punch.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry" He yelled into thin air, " I swear I didn't mean it!"
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Post by Ϛ Christopher Nightingale on Dec 16, 2008 1:54:45 GMT -5
Luckily for Chris, nine year olds didn't pack the heaviest of punches. Still, he wasn't unfazed.
"Okay, okay! I'll come out!" he said, his hands raised defensively in front of himself as he regained visibility. "No need to be nasty about it..."
But the kid actually seemed to have done whatever the hell it was that he had done by accident, so he attempted to force a smile onto his face so as not to send things down an unfriendly road.
"No harm done, but I'd rather you not do it again," Chris said with a crooked smile.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 16, 2008 2:03:01 GMT -5
"I... um, yeah.. okay..." Garion's voice grew small as he stared intensly at his rice pudding. "I really didn't.. um..
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I'm.. Garion."
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Post by Ϛ Christopher Nightingale on Dec 16, 2008 18:26:15 GMT -5
"Hey uh, no problem, I can take a punch," Chris said, though he was really unsure how he'd handle a punch from someone with a few more years between their ears; he had never actually been in any sort of fight before. He was more of the 'avoid confrontation at all costs' kind of guy, which he found very rarely led to fisticuffs. Very rarely meaning never, in his case.
"Chris. Nice to meet you, Garion."
He offered a now-visible hand for Garion to shake.
"Seriously though, ignoring them works wonders. Let's just say I have experience."
Like being a veritable ghost...
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 17, 2008 3:06:28 GMT -5
Garion smiled, all traces of his shyness evaporated.
"Easy for you to say. You have to agree you are a very unnoticable person. I happen to be a nine year old who can move things with his mind in a school for the Gifted who actually knows his right hand from his left, unlike some of the people around me."
His joking grin widened as a glass of chocolate milk mysteriously fell on the offending girl's new skirt behind him.
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Post by Ϛ Christopher Nightingale on Dec 17, 2008 23:45:37 GMT -5
Chris was happy to see the kid smile.
"Yeah, but around here, everyone could have just stepped out of a comic book. You're not the only TK around. Maybe the only nine-year-old, though."
He was actually pretty amazed the kid was only nine. He was very literate for such a young kid; Chris' own brother of thirteen didn't even have the same grasp of words that Garion did. It was weird talking to such a young kid like he was the same age.
However, he was not impressed with Garion's means of payback. It was a pretty bitter thing to do, ruining someone's clothes like that. After all, the girls had done nothing but laugh. But, as usual, the non-confrontational boy simply held his tongue, and his face was the only evidence of his displeasure.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 18, 2008 0:00:08 GMT -5
Garion examined Chris's face, wondering why his face suddenly flicked into displeasure. Chris's eyes flicked over to someone behind him, and back to Garion. Garion turned around to see the girl he spilled the milk on freaking out. He looked back and sighed. With a frown, he studied Chris's face again.
"Okay, okay, it was a pretty mean thing I did. But you have to understand, I've been hearing comments like that for ages now, as soon as I stepped into the school. From 'are you sure you can reach' in the bathrooms, to 'who let the rugrat in'. I'm not normally a malicious person... I just picked a bad time to find someone with morals, and get annoyed by someone without. "
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Post by Ϛ Christopher Nightingale on Dec 19, 2008 0:22:46 GMT -5
Chris briefly wondered if the kid was a Telepath as well, but he dismissed this as he realized his face didn't exactly look happy. He hadn't particularly wanted to talk about it, and so he silently cursed his terrible poker face. He was usually much better with that.
"Hey, do whatever you think is right," Chris said ambiguously, shrugging slightly.
You're such a pushover.
What am I going to do, get pissed at the nine-year-old for handling it in an immature way? I might as well get mad at a deaf person for not listening to me.
"I guess she just got what she had coming to her, right?" But he didn't sound nearly convinced, and his eyes drifted back over to the girl, a slight frown marring his features as he saw that her eyes were filling with tears of anger and embarrassment. The other girl was helping her leave the room, though, and a Matter Alterationist had gotten most of the stain out by turning it into a gas.
"How's the pudding?"
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 19, 2008 1:02:22 GMT -5
This guy definately had a way of making Garion feel like an idot, and absolutely failed at hiding it. For some odd reason, he could not stand dissapointing an almost complete stranger. His hands were unconciously wringing themselves out. His eyes were sarting to fill with tears.
Garion's eyes followed Chris's line of sight, and saw the completeley embarassed girl. Now he felt the complete weight of the immaturity and shame of his actions.
Silently, and unsure of what he was going to do, Garion rose and walked over to the girl in question as she was about to leave the room.
"Excuse me?"
[pink]"Please... I don't have time for this. Go away."[/pink] The girl was actually crying, and Garion filled with pity.
"Look... I just wanted to say... I spilled the drink on you. It is my fault."
[pink]" Excuse me?! WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT? I have a date in, like, ten minutes. I can't even get to the dorm in time to change. [/pink] Garion was actually crying now.
"Look, please just..." He looked around for anything that could help.
"Here... take my sweater. It'll cover up the stain if you tie it around your waist." Garion pulled off his favourite sweater reluctantly. Please.. I'm just really, really sorry."
Garion walked back and sat down. "There, happy? A article of clothing for an article of clothing."
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Post by Ϛ Christopher Nightingale on Dec 19, 2008 18:41:28 GMT -5
Chris looked on with some measure of incredulity as Garion had a sudden change of heart and confronted the girl. The young boy looked just about as uncomfortable as she did, for whatever reason. It seemed as though seeing the consequences of his actions took quite a toll on the boy; the sort of thing Chris wished would happen with anyone who'd ever wronged another person. Maybe if they all saw the hurt they caused, the world would be a better place.
But it was not the time for wishful thinking; at the moment, he was simply tackling his surprise at how well saying nothing had worked. Normally, saying nothing accomplished nothing, and such was the curse Chris had. It occasionally had benefits, in the way of not causing disagreements and the like, but rarely did it have an effect like this. It was almost encouraging.
As Garion joined him again, there was a hint of something like a smile on his face, though it was a very slight one.
"Happy? I don't know about happy; now neither of you have your clothes. But even though you screwed up in the first place, what you did afterward was good. What you need to do is see the consequences of your actions before you act. Don't listen to anger; it's a stupid, blundering oaf. Listen to reason if you must, or your conscience if you can."
It was quite a speech for the normally quiet boy, but he had decided just then that it seemed as though he might be able to help this boy become something better, and if that wasn't worth a few more words than usual, then nothing was.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 22, 2008 2:12:34 GMT -5
Garion was now exasperated. Where did this total stranger get off telling him what was right and wrong? In fact, why did Garion even care? He was caught up in a sudden flash of anger.
"Oh, and it's right to judge people you just met? It's right to start preaching to them? To assume that you are better than them, or more morally stable? How is that more mature than spilling someone's drink? You are being stuck up, and quite frankly, I don't need to be patronized. I get enough of that without you being here. I was perfectly fine before you visualized, and regardless of what you think, I wasn't a horrible person. Sorry for being human."
"I didn't do what I did just then for you. I did it for the girl, so you can get off your high horse, and let me finish my lunch in peace." Garion visciously stabbed a green bean with his fork, and stuffed it in his mouth.
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Post by Ϛ Christopher Nightingale on Dec 22, 2008 20:51:26 GMT -5
This is what happens when you open your mouth.
Chris was something like flabbergasted upon being turned on by the young boy. This wasn't exactly the reaction he'd been expecting, though he told himself he knew better than to expect the best from everyone.
I was only trying to help! Wasn't he like, crying a second ago?
Heh, mood swings. I swear this kid is just a short teenager.
There were a million different things he could say to the boy, everything from apologizing to arguing against his points to attacking him verbally for making assumptions, but Chris didn't operate this way and so he instead just shrugged.
"Whatever you say."
And with that, he turned invisible once more, though this time he didn't simply sit there; he phased through the floor and fell a few feet onto the top of a desk in a classroom below. Luckily, it wasn't currently in use, and from there he simply left through the door and made his way back to his dorm room.
Last time I try and help straighten someone out.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Dec 23, 2008 0:14:45 GMT -5
So the arrogant jerk turned back invisble, eh... all right. Garion didn't need him. He left his almost untouched lunch where it was and stormed off.
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