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Post by Devilwing~ on Jul 15, 2009 16:52:28 GMT -5
Set in a South Yorkshire (northern England) in a cafe. Any humans/ordinary animals (i.e: none talking) can join without asking first. Rules: No godmodding/power-playing No weird and wacky magical characters. o___O Don't swear a huge amount and/or roleplay very graphic things. Stick to the PG-13 guideline. Anything graphic can be played out in PMs. Grammar & spelling are win. Character name: Sex: Age: Short description: Personality: Pictures: (not needed) Character name: Maximus Von Sex: Male Age: 18 Short desc: Around 6' tall, with a slim lined body; his hair is mousy brown and chin length, rather messy at the back. His eyes are milky blue with blindness and because he's not the kind to have an awesome OMG unexplained! power to see auras, he carries a long white pole for hitting people/things until he gets where/what he wants. He's usually found wearing a black t-shirt with a dragon on the front and a pair of loose, faded jeans, along with converse. Personality: He can be quirky and funny when he wants to be, but when someone makes an unintentional joke about his blindness he turns into a snappy, grouchy, immature little brat. He doesn't like large dogs or people touching him without permission, because it makes him jump. Pictures: stonybrookfilmfestival.com/fest06/images/blind.jpg this guy looks vaguely like him. --- The sweet, sticky scent of the honeysuckle and the cakes was beginning to get to Max. All the seats around his table were free, he knew, because all the voices of the people surrounding him were slightly muted, further away than the next table. Nobody dared to highjack his table, not only because he was blind; he was a teenager, and therefore dangerous. Tapping his stick against the ground, he slowly slid his hand onto the table and then slipped it sideways, carefully searching for his mug. When located, he lifts it up very naturally to his mouth, to take a sip of the hot, sweet tea. Putting it down, however, is more difficult and requires him to take his other hand from his stick to find the table and guide the cup back down. "Bored, bored, bored. There's nobody interesting in this godforsaken town..." He'd glance around and watch the bees that he can hear dancing in the sweet-smelling plants, but obviously, all he would see is blackness. Just once, he'd give the world to be able to see for a second. A delicious flash of this thing colour, which he'd heard described (badly) by those few friends that he had. Blind from birth, he of course had no idea what they meant. So he continues to mumble under his breath, tracing an invisible pattern across the table to feel the bumps of it, as sun beats down on his back. Rare sunlight, since the usual weather is non-stop rain. "There'd better be someone interesting soon."
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Post by The.Lady.Inky on Jul 17, 2009 12:36:48 GMT -5
Character name: Melinda Hamilton (Milly) Sex: Female Age: 18 Short description: 5'6" and all legs. She has longish dancer legs and a matching thin torso. She weighs around 116-117 lbs. Her reddish-brown hair flows straight down to her hips. She has side swept bangs. She tends to wear her hair in a half pony tail that's lose and causes her hair to fall all over the place. She doesn't often wear a lot of make-up and has a wonderful complexion. She often wears tight jeans and a long sleeved shirt with a zip up winter vest over it, but that is only when it is cold, otherwise she likes to show off her body wearing simple tight jeans and a tee that is fitting. Personality: Milly is a flirt, and a good one to boot. She has an Irish temper, and will let it flair if you are not careful. But who doesn't like an angry red head? She can be as sweet as honey though, and cares greatly for those around her. On her travels around Europe cause her to meet all kinds of people, and that's when she is her happiest, with people. She is a big people person, and will sit and have a convo with anyone. Pictures: N/A (if I find one I will post one)
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Milly opened the door to the small cafe and stepped in out of the chilly spring air. It was still morning and the chill in the air was yet to be masked by the heat soon to come. She wondered why she had not seen this little place before, but there was something about it that invited her in. She stood in front of the door, just inside and looked around. First things first, she thought to herself; I need coffee. She walked slowly over to the counter and waited for a young girl to show up to take her order.
"I would like a coffee please." Her fluid voice rang out and she smiled. The young girl nodded and turned to leave into the back. Milly turned away from the counter and looked around. A young boy was sitting amongst everyone else, but alone. She looked him over carefully. His chin length messy brown hair was going all over the place and it brought a silent smile to Milly's lips. She began to slowly walk towards him, when she realized the walking stick. She stopped and stared a moment longer, he hadn't noticed her standing there, although she was sure he could some how hear her.
"Hello, my name is Milly, mind if I sit here with you?" She asked nicely and waited for his answer before pulling out the chair to sit across from him. It was not a rare thing for Milly to talk to strangers. If anything, people thought she was the stranger of the two. She shuffled her feet a bit. It was all to often that someone just told her to leave them alone, but she didn't want to leave this time. Something about this young man was drawing her to him. She was curious about him. Not someone she often talked to, but it was going to be well worth it. She grew impatient and began to lightly tap her foot while waiting.
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Devilwing~
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Post by Devilwing~ on Jul 17, 2009 13:51:22 GMT -5
Max's head lifts slightly as someone comes walking towards him. The pause, of course, is them realising that he's blind and beginning to go sit somewher-... The girl (for the voice is undeniably feminine) speaks, and his spiral of low self-esteem is broken. The bees continue to buzz in the honeysuckle and bash against the window.
"Um... sure, you can sit here. I don't mind."
His voice is ever so slightly tinged with a Romanian accent, something that his father's thick attempts at English have passed down to him. Reaching up awkwardly to brush hair from his face, his blind eyes flick up to where her voice came from, trying to follow her. Absently reaching down, he shifts the walking stick so that it is less prominant, finding that the white shape of it often makes people more nervous while they're talking to him.
"My name's Max. I'm pleased to meet you."
The sound of a chair scraping out behind him makes him wince; the couple that he had heard chatting, are leaving. The woman's heels click against the tiles of the cafe floor and the man laughs as the door opens. Damn, he wishes he could be that easily happy. Instead he's stuck with a pessimistic, cynical personality and a big long stick to hit things with.
"What's your name?"
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Post by The.Lady.Inky on Jul 18, 2009 9:09:04 GMT -5
Milly, scooted the chair out from under the table to sit. A bright smile lit her face and she placed herself calmly in the chair. She paused a moment when he moved his stick away so she couldn't see it and felt like reaching out to tell him she didn't mind it at all, but before she could the stick was hidden.
"My name is Melinda, but you can call me Milly." She said lightly. "Max is a nice name." She said again, this time rather cheerfully.
She looked him over once more. She figured that he was not often talked to about anything, or sat with, and she felt sorry that people were so rude.
"You know, I am not doing this to make fun of you right?" She asked him.
Afraid that he was sure she was mocking him she carefully placed a hand over his, but couldn't bring herself to put it down over his. His accent was beautiful, as hers was just Irish and dull. She hoped before he could notice or say anything she removed her hand. The waitress brought her coffee and she thanked her with a smile. When the waitress looked at Max, and shook her head, she wanted to stand up and tell her to leave him alone. 'Don't you dare mock him!' she yelled at the waitress, but no one could hear. She would never say such things to someone she didn't know out loud. Milly turned herself back to Max and took a sip of her coffee before setting the cup down.
"So Max, do you live around here? I was just wondering because your accent is not one I have heard in these parts." She hoped he could hear the smile in her voice.
When she began to fidget, it was not because she was afraid of him, and not because she was nervous of him, but more herself. She was afraid of hurting his feelings somehow.
"People don't talk to you much do they? You seem nervous.." She said quietly. She figured she better shut her trap now before she said to bloody much.
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Post by Devilwing~ on Jul 18, 2009 9:15:58 GMT -5
Max's face scrunches up into a frown when she compliments him on his name, and then tells him that she's not doing it to mock him. Of course, that makes his cynical mind immediately jump to the conclusion that she's been dared to talk to him by someone else. Oh well, at least it was company.
"My name's actually Maximus, but I don't fancy calling myself 'big' in Latin."
He can feel the warmth of her hand as she almost places it over his own, his senses rather heightened by the nervousness. She pulls away before touching him and he sighs softly, taking his hand from the table to instead fiddle with a strand of his own hair, twirling it around his finger. Of course she wouldn't touch him. Nobody feels comfortable touching him; he can hear her shifting on her hard plastic chair and knows that she's uncomfy in his presence. That's pretty damned normal too.
"My father's Romanian. My mother is English, and I've never been outside the country. I live just two streets away. People don't talk to me because I'm young and blind, and they feel sorry for me. If they do talk to me, they decide that I'm odd because I have no... rose-tinted glasses, as it were. Other people see the world as a lovely place. I don't see the world and I know it's a heap of corruption."
Shrugging one slim shoulder, he again gropes for his tea, lifting it to his lips after only a moment's hesitation, where he sips. He doesn't bother to put it down this time, but holds it against his lips like a barrier. His hand is shaking slightly.
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Post by The.Lady.Inky on Jul 18, 2009 9:31:38 GMT -5
Milly felt the sting in his voice and winced. She wanted to comfort him somehow, but was unsure how to go about doing so. She paused and thought over what to say. When she finally was ready to speak she saw his hand, shaking like a leaf. Frowning now, this time she did reach out to him. She laid her hand on his arm, the one he was keeping close to his body with the cup to his lips, as if to shield his mouth from saying more.
"Max, I didn't mean to say anything to offend you.." She said calmly, hoping she would not spook him away. She took her hand away and fold them neatly on the table. She had a knack for scaring people off, and it frustrated her. Was it because she was so loving? Or because she cared so much about those she didn't even know? She knew it was for sure because she talked to people like they were old friends, when they were not. She looked out the window now, with a frown upon her face and unsure what to say to the young man, not much older, if the same age as herself that was undoubtedly blind, and sheltered himself from everyone and everything. She looked back at him and tried to smile, even though he could not see it.
"Max, how about we hang out some time? You know, here, or we could go somewhere else?" She asked, pleadingly. When he didn't reply at first she looked down at her hands, she had never felt so offended in her life. Sure she had been turned down a million times, or just shrugged off, but not being answered hurt the most. "You probably think I am crazy or something.. We don't even know each other and I am asking you to hang out." She said evenly. She had a feeling that they felt exactly the same, scared of rejection. She looked up to read his face and this time smiled.
"I like the name Max... Quite honestly, you are not big, nor Latin." She half grinned and picked up her coffee once more to sip the hot liquid. She hadn't realized how cold she was till the coffee seared down her throat, and the mug warmed her hands. It caused a chill in her body, that she figured anyone could see, or in this case, feel.
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Post by Devilwing~ on Jul 18, 2009 9:42:45 GMT -5
Max frowns again when she almost apologizes, and would say something, but she touches his arm and he forgets it. It's... odd. People don't usually touch him, for the fear of breaking him; somehow, in people's minds, him being blind equals him being made of glass, or porcelain.
"You didn't offend me. I guess I'm just bitter, really." He slowly, carefully, puts his tea down after she pulls her hand away and gropes for the spoon, placing it on the saucer very softly, trying not to clatter them together.
"People don't usually want to talk to me, you see, so I think I'm rather out of practise with this polite conversational thing. Hanging out some time would be... nice. I don't have many friends."
Amused, slightly, he tilts his head to the side in an instinctive way, though of course it doesn't help him see. His hands are still very faintly shaking, when one is on the table and the other is still playing with his hair; he always seems to shake, these days. He doesn't remember why. Probably too much coffee and far too many late nights. He doesn't sleep very well anymore.
"Anywhere is fine, so long as it doesn't involve the idiots from my college."
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Post by The.Lady.Inky on Jul 18, 2009 9:53:29 GMT -5
"You are not bitter!" Milly squeaked before realizing she had. She took one hand away from her mug and put it up to her mouth. She was utterly shocked with herself and was unsure what to say after this little out burst. 'great Milly, he for sure now knows you are crazy.' she felt like cursing herself, but remained silent. When she gained her cool back she removed the hand from her mouth and enclosed the mug with it once more.
"I am sorry for that.. I just.. don't like people being down on themselves when they have no reason as to why they are doing so..." She paused; "I don't think you are bitter to the least. You just haven't been treated like a human should be." She smiled again. She knew she could make him see that he is one, and that he has every right to be in this world as those who walk down the street and can see every time they open there eyes.
"People don't realize what they have, and they abuse it." She muttered lightly, anger in her voice. This was why she talked to people that needed it most, they were blunt, and knew how the world really was. Like Max said, they have rose covered glasses on, and shouldn't
"Well, we will stay away from the college kids." She thought for a moment of a good place. When it came to her, she became incredibly excited. She placed a hand on his arm again and leaned close.
"I know the perfect place! But you can't tell anyone where it is." She realized she was treating him like anyone else, and hoped he noticed as well. "Its this beautiful hill top not far away, and has the most amazing smells and weather. I maybe new around here, but I found this place, and fell in love with it." She smiled to herself, and forgot her hand was still on his arm. She looked at her hand and removed it lightly. She felt like apologizing for lingering, but held her tongue. She was sure he had heard enough of the word sorry for one lifetime.
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Post by Devilwing~ on Jul 18, 2009 10:14:25 GMT -5
Max chuckles softly, cynically, as she squeaks out a blatent lie. Of course he's bitter; he's about as bitter as his tea is sweet, and he heaped around six spoonfuls of sugar in there. Speaking of his tea... He lifts it slowly back up to his mouth, and drains it in one final gulp. There, now he feels more human. This kind of morning doesn't agree with him. In fact, mornings in general don't.
"I am bitter, though. I always have been. I've never really been one for optimism. Why see the glass half full when you can see it half empty? Or when you can't see it at all."
The sheer bitterness in his voice should prove her wrong, even as he brushes hair from his eyes and gives her what should be an amazing smile, but is rather ruined by the sad set of his eyebrows and the milky blue of his eyes. They seem locked in a constant state of sorrow, unable to express any other emotion.
"Sounds like a nice place. Do you want to go there now, or another time? Because I have nothing better to do, and you're the first person to talk to me all day." That and the fact that a guide would mean he wouldn't have to hit things with his stick for a while.
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Post by The.Lady.Inky on Jul 18, 2009 10:52:53 GMT -5
Milly swallowed the last of her coffee and set her cup down. she looked down into it and frowned. A thing that was becoming normal around Max. She let out a soft sigh and looked up at him. She knew he couldn't see her, but she treated him like he could.
"You don't have to be bitter around me.." She said so soft, she was sure he barely heard her speak. She continued to stare at him. Watching his every move. The finger that had twirled in his hair. The shaking of his body. The way his lips moved when he talked. Even the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed. It was a tad uneven, with the shaking.
"I am not going to treat you like everyone else Max. You don't have to believe me, but I just want you to know, I am not that kind of person. If I was, why would I be bloody sitting across from you talking? If you are trying to scare me, its not working." She almost hissed at the end. The anger on the tip of her tongue. She watched his mouth form a smiled and glared at him. 'Is he mocking ME?!' she continued to glare at his face until he spoke.
Her eyes grew warm when he asked if she wanted to leave now. She let out a sigh of relief and stood slowly. she scooted in her chair and stood behind it.
"lets go now. It will be fun." She said happily and waited for him to stand as well. She shifted her feet and decided to take the time to look around the room. A couple was staring at them, with wide eyes. They were locals, she could clearly tell. She glared at them till they quickly looked away.
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Post by Devilwing~ on Jul 18, 2009 11:39:35 GMT -5
Max is simply amused. He can almost feel her changing emotions by the tone of her voice, and boy, do they change fast. It's not often that he gets to speak to a girl, but he thinks that this one certainly has... well, mood issues. Her voice goes from angry to caring in seconds!
"I'm bitter around everyone. Forgive me if I can't break the habit. People have talked to me before, simply because they were dared to."
Shrugging one shoulder and still smiling, he lowers a hand to take ahold of the handle of his stick. With that, he leaves a few coins (payment for his tea) on the table and slides gingerly out of his chair, standing there as if waiting.
He knows that as soon as the stick is in his hand, people around the cafe will start to stare, realising his handicap. Some feel sorry for him and others are just curious. He doesn't really care; he's used to it.
"If you don't mind, it would be easier for you to lead me. It saves the embarrassment of me hitting you in the back of the legs with my stick every three seconds."
Holding out a hand, he gestures for her to take it. A faint blush rises in his cheeks, from the idea of asking a girl to hold his hand and he pulls a face, looking uncomfortable.
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Post by The.Lady.Inky on Jul 18, 2009 12:01:17 GMT -5
Milly looked down at the hand Max had extended and smiled she took it in hers and stood beside him. She looked around with a smiled. Reaching in her pocket she dropped two dollars on the table and headed for the door.
"I don't mind leading you one bit, but if it makes you feel more comfortable, you can hold onto my arm.." She trailed off, her own face blushing different shades of pink. She paused just outside the door as the morning air hit her face and hands. A chill ran over her body and she looked at Max.
"I apologize, the air causes me to have chills." She said simply.
She took a step, leading Max along with her. She watched him follow her and smiled. 'This is nice.' she thought to herself and let the sun shine down on her face.
"How do you feel about weather Max?" She asked quietly, looking ahead of them. She crossed the street and headed for the hill top. She knew he would love it, sometimes, when she was there alone, she closed her eyes, and it was just as beautiful without seeing it. She figured she could tell him about it, and he would love it.
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Post by Devilwing~ on Jul 18, 2009 12:56:47 GMT -5
Max shakes his head slowly as she suggests instead holding her arm, and simply twines their fingers together, shyly. The cold air makes him lift his face, the breeze against him the nearest he can get to appreciating the beauty of morning.
"I'm ok. And it's ok, don't worry. You don't have to apologize for my sake."
Sighing, he starts to follow when she walks; he trips over the curb as they cross the road, catching himself just in time by clinging to her arm. The next second, he's walking along in perfectly time with her, as if nothing happened. And indeed, it is nothing to him, really.
"Sorry... I'm kinda clumsy."
He then turns his mind to the question she asks him, looking thoughtful as he follows the tug of her leading hand. He's unused to being led and doesn't know whether he should trust her completely; but there's something about this girl that he likes, something that's making him blush again and twine their fingers more firmly together.
"The weather? I like rain, because I can feel it and I love to sunbathe. I quite like snow.. I'm told that it's beautiful, but I just like the cold wisps as they fall on my face and hands. Other than that, I don't really think about the weather, unless it's freezing cold and I need to wear a sweater."
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Post by The.Lady.Inky on Jul 18, 2009 13:17:59 GMT -5
Milly gripped his hand tighter when he tripped on the curve and she him do the same. She looked at him and smiled. The blush got deeper in her face. It mixed with the cold breeze of the morning and nipped her cheeks and nose.
"No, its my fault, I wasn't paying attention." She said shyly and started swing their hands, still gripping his just as tight as he was hers. She was pulling him along and smiling the whole time.
"The weather is one of my greatest interests. I could talk about it all the time. The rain is my favorite though. I like to stand in it and let it fall on my face. I am sure you can imagine the stares I get from people for standing in the rain just letting it soak my clothes and face." She laughed lightly then. She didn't care what people thought really, and found it quite funny to watch there faces twist into confusion as she danced around and let the rain seep through her clothes and wet her whole body.
"We are almost there! we sort of have to walk up hill a bit now, ready?" She asked, happiness in her voice. She couldn't wait till they got to the top of the hill. The sun was shining and the day was going to be beautiful. She started to lead him up the hill, walking closely beside him, shoulder to shoulder almost.
When they were close to the top she turned to Max. "Can you feel the sun? Its wonderful isn't it?" She was bouncing with excitement at not being alone at her favorite place. They reached the top and she didn't even think about letting his hand go. She looked around and breathed in the fresh air around her.
"We are here! Would you like to sit down?" She asked Max sweetly. She looked at his face, searching for emotion, any kind of emotion that would tell her what he was feeling, but she found it hard to read his face. This slightly frustrated her, but she didn't let it bother her. She continued to stare at him for a long moment.
"Max, what are you thinking?" She asked him calmly. She was to curious to just let it go and waited for him to take in everything and answer her.
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Post by Devilwing~ on Jul 18, 2009 15:29:34 GMT -5
Max gives her a smile, or at least, he smiles in the direction that her voice came from, eyes staring blindly ahead. He doesn't mind that she swings their hands, though it confuses him slightly whenever he takes a step forward, relying on the pressure of their palms together to guide him.
"I love the rain. I like the fact that I can feel it, and that the wind rushes against my face when I stand out in it. I look rather daft, really, standing there in a raincoat with my stick. I probably get as many stares as you do, only I can't see them."
He follows absent-mindedly as she leads him up the lean, puffing slightly as they reach the top. The breeze whips his breath away, and he looks slightly embarrassed, because he's unused to walking this much and his breathing is uneven. A smile curves his lips as sunlight plays across his face, the warmth making him feel better.
He continues to hold her hand for a moment longer, and then shyly lets go, no longer needing to follow her. The blush across his pale cheeks is still there.
"Um... Where can we sit?" All the bitterness, strangely, has gone from his voice, leaving him sounding baffled, but happy. "And I'm wondering where we are. I've never been here, before. The most I can say for it, at the moment, is that is smells nice."
The scents of the wild flowers and the grass have reached his sensitive nose by now, and another smile spreads across his face, lighting it up. He looks quite handsome, when he smiles. Not so depressed, anyway.
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