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Post by sarahnobles on Feb 20, 2009 14:41:29 GMT -5
Amelia leaned back on her chair, rubbing her soft brown eyes. When she opened her eyes the fell downward, analyzing her unfinished drawing. Allyssa, a friend from old school, rode horses, specifically a jumping. Amelia preferred to keep feet firmly on solid ground, but she loved to watch Allyssa ride. Her horses, Sir William, had the kindest eye. Currently she was drawing Sir William’s head. She wanted to mail it Allyssa for her birthday. She knew she would get a kick out of it, Allyssa loved anything that to do with her horse. The drawing was in pencil, simple, but the pencil was her favorite tool. Sir William’s eye, the eye she so loved, was what she was currently developing.
She picked up her pencil again and bent low over her sketchbook. A vibration shook the table, her pencil swerved to right in her surprise. Amelia jerked her head up and looked around; a junior had slammed his fist against their lunch table. She shook her head annoyed at herself over reacting and a bit at the boy who had made her ruin her gift. Surveying the damage done she decided it might still be saved, but maybe it would be better to try to salvage it in her dorm rather then the dining hall. More and more students where arriving, seven must be the preferred dinner time she decided. Not wanting to stay for the rush (besides it wasn’t like she had anyone to sit with) she gather her sketchbook, notebook, and pencil and stood up. Unfortunately someone was walking behind her. She felt the other person and the vibration as they fell to the ground. She turned out quickly, scribbling an apology before they had even stood up and thankful he wasn't carrying a lunch. The boy, judging by his height he was either a senior or just freakishly tall for his age stood up and glared at her. He caught a few inappropriate words fly out of his mouth that made her drop her jaw in surprise and anger before he turned away from her to his laughing friends. Red faced she waited for the group to get a few feet ahead then made for the exist.
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Post by Asher Gray on Feb 21, 2009 19:05:04 GMT -5
It had been a few hours since Asher had arrived at the school and he was yet to meet anyone who seem nice enough to hang out with, so that's why he was sitting in the dinning room alone. He wasn't really used to doing things alone. Dinners back at home were loud and crowded with lots of loud conversation and little kids playing games. Here there were no loud conversations, just small groups of teenagers spread out at various tables, chatting with each other.
Asher propped his head up on his head and sighed.I'm never gonna get used to this place, am I? He mumbled to himself and shook his head slightly, then pulled off his blue driving cap and ran his hand through his hair. The dining hall was starting to get crowded and Asher really didn't want to hang around for much longer. He finished up the last bits of his dinner and drank down the last of his soda. When he was done, he picked up his cap and fixed it on top of his messy brown hair. Carefully, making sure not to trip over the chair legs like he did often, he stood up and brushed some crumbs off of his jeans and fixed his blue and white striped polo.
He gathered up his trash then headed towards the nearest trash can to throw it away. As he was walking towards the exit after throwing his stuff away, he noticed a group of tallish guys standing around a smallish girl. He was too far away to hear was the guys were saying, but it didn't seem very nice, whatever it was. The guys walked away laughing after a few seconds, and Asher noticed the girl walking in the same direction as he was going.
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Post by sarahnobles on Feb 21, 2009 19:44:01 GMT -5
Dinners at Amelia’s house where quiet. It was just her and Dad, and because she was mute Dad did all the talking. She would sign back if needed, but it was quiet. Sometimes her father had music playing in the background, but unless the volume was loud enough to shake their small house Amelia wouldn’t know. Yes, she was deaf as well as mute. She supposed he turned it on so the house didn’t seem empty. Every sense her Mom passed away the CD player or radio was always on. He must miss talking to her. At the moment Amelia missed her father, at least he would be company.
Amelia glanced behind her to see where her ‘victim’ had gone. He was laughing away with his gorilla sized friends. Well at least he hadn’t been scared for life. Another giant, at least a foot taller then Amelia, was behind her. A mop of messy brown hair adorned his head; at least he didn’t look threatening and angry. She smiled just to be friendly and turned back around.
Now she needed some place to go. She could just head back to her dorm, but it was early, she didn’t want to be stuck in her room for the rest of the night. Unfortunately she had no where else to go. The library? She could, but it probably closed early. The junior she had met in the sculpting room, Rebecca, had seemed nice, but she had no way to contact her. Besides Beck probably had friends to do see or something to do. The sophomore sighed, it looked as if she would be having another lonely evening in her dorm.
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Post by Asher Gray on Feb 21, 2009 20:21:08 GMT -5
This school seemed very foreign to Asher. He was used to large traditional dinners with the whole neighborhood at six O'clock every night, but here it seemed like kids would come eat with a few of their friends when ever they felt like eating. That was something he was going to have to get used to. Manners seemed like another thing that was very different here. He had been in the dining hall for more than half an hour and hadn't heard a single 'thank you' or 'please.' The lunch lady had even looked at him funny when he said please and thank you.
Asher sighed and shrugged slightly to himself. He looked up from his feet, where his eyes tended to stay so he was less likely to trip over something, and noticed the girl he had seen with the group of guys earlier. She turned and smiled at him politely, then turned back and kept walking. I guess there are some people here who are polite. He thought to himself, She seems nice.
Sadly, because he had taken his eyes off of his feet to look at the girl in front of him, he failed to see the chair that hadn't been pushed in all the way. His large size sixteen foot caught on one of the legs, and down he went, taking the chair with him, and accidentally hit the girl he was walking behind on the back.
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Post by sarahnobles on Feb 21, 2009 21:57:07 GMT -5
This must be karma, first she knocks someone down, so in return someone had knocked into her. Down she went, her sketchbook and notepad sent flying as she put her hands out to try and catch herself. She failed miserably, but at least her pen didn’t stray too far away. Rubbing her head she sat up and looked behind her at the boy with the messy hair. She raised an eyebrow at him before standing up silentlt trying to ask what happened. She hoped he didn’t manage to injure himself. Amelia walked over and offered him her hand, trying ignore the people staring. Although she couldn’t hear it, she was sure their where students laughing. She wondered how loud their collision was. Amelia could feel her face turning scarlet under the gaze of all the laughing students.
Looking down she could see how he managed to trip. His feet looked a size (or two or three) too big for his body. He was lanky, but also sort of cute. His green eyes did look friendly.
She wanted to pick up her notebooks, she felt vulnerable being unable to communicate. Sure she could sign, but how many people in this school knew American sign language? She doubted anyone did. Well a few might know the sign for ‘I love you’, but who didn’t know that? Still she wanted to make sure he was alright and it was more polite to do that first. Hoping her face was not bright red she smiled hoping he would understand it was ok and she wasn’t angry with him. Unlike the person she had knocked over she wasn’t going to use vulgar language to punish anyone.
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Post by Asher Gray on Feb 21, 2009 23:03:59 GMT -5
Asher closed his eyes and shook to himself. He had only been here a few hours and he had already managed to trip, and take someone out with him at the same time. That's got to be a new record. He did a mental scan making sure he didn't injure himself badly, then opened his eyes. The brunette girl he had taken down was standing above him with her had stretched out to help him up. He took her hand and was careful not to put too much weight on her hand so he wouldn't knock her down for the second time today.
Once he was standing up straight, he smiled meekly down at her, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. "Sorry, I'm not exactly very coordinated," he said, shrugging slightly, "Are you hurt?" He really hoped that she wasn't angry with him. He hadn't been here long and he didn't want to make an enemy before he had even made a friend. Hopefully his earlier assumption about her being polite was correct and she wouldn't curse him out and leave, but she looked nice and the sweet look in her eyes made him think she wouldn't.
He then noticed a notebook and pen down by his feet and he felt like he owed the girl after he basically tackled her, so he knelt down and gathered up the notebooks and pen. He noticed a beautiful drawing of a horse but he knew how some people didn't like other people looking at their art so he didn't say anything and finished stacking the notebooks.
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Post by sarahnobles on Feb 25, 2009 20:43:04 GMT -5
Are you hurt? Amelia shook her head side to side, no she wasn’t hurt. Neither was her attacker, which was good. Her brown eyes watched him kneel and pick up her pile of books. It was unnecessary, she would have gotten them. However it was very nice of him. She took her books from him and opening the notebook wrote out a short reply. She was still using her purple pen. Amelia is into colors, bright obnoxious colors to be exact. This week her color was purple, next week limegreen, and then yellow. I’m fine. Thanks 4 picking up my books. As an after thought she added, I’m Amelia. Drawing major. She handed him the notebook to read, still ignoring the other students as best as she could.
She mused over the boy’s age. He was tall, but he wasn’t built like a senior. He still had some maturing to do. He also had a young face. She wondered if they where in the same year. Amelia looked like a sophomore, maybe she could pass for a junior with her hair up and a little make up, but in her actions and appearance screamed young. She was also probably the only person on campus who set aside time watch Spongebob. Perhaps he was another drawing major. He looked more like a drawing or painting sort of person rather then acting. Of course she would keep that information to herself so she wouldn’t offend him. If possible Amelia preferred not to have others angry with her. Angry students can cause a lot of unnecessary drama which she didn’t need in her life.
While she waited for his answer she fiddled with her pen still watching his face. She would need to see his lips in order to ‘hear’ what he was saying.
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Post by Asher Gray on Feb 27, 2009 22:18:02 GMT -5
Asher smiled in relief when she said that she wasn't hurt. That was a very good thing. His dad wouldn't be very happy with paying someone else's hospital bill. Asher was already a pretty common face in the ER because of his lack of coordination. He watched as the girl opened up a notebook and quickly scribbled something in it. She handed the notebook to him and he paused slightly confused as to why she didn't reply and wrote something instead, but he pushed his out of his mind for the moment and looked down at the paper.
I'm alright. Thanks 4 picking up my books. I'm Amelia. Drawing Major. was written out in a bright purple pen. Asher looked back up at Amelia, still confused, but he figured he would find out soon enough.
"You're welcome." He said in his soft voice with his Romanian accent. "Nice to meet you Amelia Drawing Major. I'm Asher Music Major," A smiling spreading across his face as he spoke. Asher had always been good at having conversations. Even if the other didn't talk very much, he could still have an interesting conversation. If the topic they had started out talking about wasn't very interesting he could still find some way to make it interesting, but it usually ends up not being even close to the topic they had started on.
He handed the notebook back, thinking that she might need it to reply. As he waited for her to answer he looked the girl over. She was probably around his age. She looked too old to be a freshman but too young to be a senior. He figured it was a good thing she was close-ish to his age. The upperclassmen seem more intolerant.
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Post by sarahnobles on Mar 4, 2009 19:19:17 GMT -5
Amelia was used to seeing the puzzled and confused expressions on people’s faces when they first met her. It was one of those things you just have to get used to, but she absolutely hated writing everything down. It was annoying, she could never fully express herself unless she took an hour to write and would only end up with a cramp in her wrist. Conversations also moved so slowly. It was crucial she kept her notes short.
She watched his lips, he was easy to understand, but something about his words was off…his pronunciation might be different. She tilted her head to the side curiously, but didn’t have time to ponder on his words before her notebook was back in her hands. Besides what he had said was more important then how he said it. He was the first music major she had met, a thought that made her a little sad. She could never be able to hear his art, to know if he was good or bad. It was a shame because you could learn a lot about a person through their art. She picked up her pen and wrote,
Vocal or instrumental? R u heading towards the dorms?
She was hoping for a little company on her walk. She didn’t want to stay in the dinning hall, but wasn’t in much of a rush to spend the night alone in her dorm. A nice walk would be a pleasant change. Besides the gangly boy didn’t seem to be rude, he was rather polite. He seemed nice and they where both leaving, well it seemed like he was leaving, he had been walking the same direction previously as her.
As he read her note she waved her hand behind her towards the door to emphasize her words. If she had known him better she would have just grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her, but since they had just meant Amelia was going to give the choice.
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Post by Asher Gray on Mar 22, 2009 19:03:12 GMT -5
Asher noticed that as he spoke, Amelia's eyes were focused on his lips instead of his eyes. He shifted his eyes away from Amelia when he noticed her head tilted slightly to the side. That was a look he was used to getting but at least with Amelia, the look on her face didn't say, "What a freak," or "Is this kid mentally challenged?" She just seemed to be thinking about something.
Once he had finished speaking he watched her grab the notebook. An almost sad look crossed her face but before he had a chance to ponder what it was, she was quickly scribbling something down with her purple pen into the notebook, then handed it over to him.
He tried to read it quickly but when he read things quickly, the letters would jumble up even more so the note ended up looking like it read, "oVcœl ro nistuwerntal? R n hedaiug tomarbs tµe porws¿", which, unless she had randomly switched to a different language, was obviously not what it actually said. Asher looked away and rubbed his eyes then looked back at the paper and slowly read the note. It read, Vocal or instrumental? R u heading towards the dorms? That made a lot more sense.
"Both, kinda." Asher said as he looked back at Amelia. "I play cello, double bass, electric bass, piano, guitar, violin, viola, flute, and I sing." He said, a small smile appearing on his lips as he counted off his long list of musical instruments. He wondered how she would react to that. Most people would just look at him like 'Wow. You really don't have a life do you?' but Amelia didn't seem like someone who would do that.
He glanced back down at the paper then back at the girl and smiled again.
"I was planing on it. I haven't really spent much time in my dorm yet. I just got here today so I figured I'd go unpack."
OCC: AHHHH! I finally got this up! Sorry I took so long, my cello's at the shop getting it's bridge worked on so I have an excuse for not practicing.
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Post by sarahnobles on Mar 28, 2009 14:36:19 GMT -5
Asher wasn’t the first student Amelia had met who seemed to believe the student body consider him nothing but dirt under their shoes. Amelia had yet to meet anyone who made her feel that way, at least here, but she was still new to the school. Of course being quiet did allow her to go unnoticed. Perhaps she should introduce Asher and Carter, they might get along. Outcast united?
Amelia frowned watching him read her note, was her hand writing that awful? No one else seemed to have a lot of problems with it. Eventually he did reply and she found herself nodding as he listed each instrument, her eyes wide with surprise. Well, this was a school for the gifted. She took her notebook back astonished. Her Father played the sax, but from what she had been told he wasn’t very good. She always assumed it was just ridiculous difficult to learn. At her old school for the dead she had taken a music appreciation class. She learned what rhythm was, pitches, the instrument families, she could even read a little music, of course she had no idea what any of it sounded like. She understood the concept, but really could never understand what music really was.
That’s amazing. What’s the difference between a violin and viola. Then she added, I just started here a few weeks ago, you just got here tonight? The answer was obvious sense he said he needed to unpack, but she figured it was a good way to continue the conversation. He seemed nice and they where both new. She could use a few more friends.
Watching him speack she finally realized what was different. He must have an accent, it wasn’t as strong or obvious as Lamia’s, it was subtle. Where was he from then? I hope this doesn’t sound rude, but do you have an accent?
OOC:Sorry for the delay
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Post by Asher Gray on Apr 12, 2009 20:12:54 GMT -5
Asher had never gotten on well with the kids in his old school. They had all found him weird and enjoyed bullying him. After many years of hearing all of their snide comments and rude jokes, he started to believe that what they were saying was actually true. That's why he was so genuinely happy to have met Amelia, who was a million times nicer than the kids he had grown up with.
He notice a frown appear on Amelia's face while he read her note. He hoped that he hadn't noticed how hard of a time he was having reading it. That was one of the reason the kids at his old school teased him so. They all thought he was stupid and couldn't read, when in actuality he could read, his dyslexia just made it difficult. He stuck that at the back of his mind and noticed widening with surprised as he listed off his instruments, but luckily he had guessed right and it was just surprise.
Asher watched as Amelia quickly scribbled something down with her purple pen in her notebook then handed it to him. He looked down and read it carefully this time.
"A viola has a different clef and is slightly bigger and is in a lower register, and instead of having the E, A, D, G like the violin, it has the strings A, D, G, C." Asher rattled on, then paused and laughed a little, realizing that an drawing major probably wouldn't really understand some on his terminology.
He then back down at the notebook then looked back at Amelia. "Yeah, my old school is on a different schedule then this school, so I had to finish up my school year there, and come here late, so I just flew in today."
After Asher read the last question on the page, he remembered something his dad had told about a college friend of his who was deaf and read lips. It then clicked in his mind why Amelia didn't speak and looked at his lips when he spoke and why she hadn't heard his accent.
"Yeah, I'm from Romania and my dad is from England and I've spent a lot of time up there so, I just I have a Romanian-English accent." He paused for a second the added, "I don't mean to seem rude, but are you deaf?" |
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Post by sarahnobles on Apr 12, 2009 21:39:09 GMT -5
Amelia had been lucky enough that she hadn’t dealt with too many bullies and she had enough confidence in herself to ignore the people who did bother her. It was a shame people like Asher where the victims of others, but they did allow themselves to be treated that way. If they couldn’t or wouldn’t ignore it then they should learn to stand up for themselves. A task easier said then done she was aware, but if she could do it why couldn’t Asher? What Amelia didn’t understand was that when you’ve been tormented all your life, especially during childhood its hard to develop any self-esteem. If Asher also traveled often he probably had to change schools, it had to be difficult to find a friend if you kept leaving everyone you knew behind.
Amelia’s mind started to drift away as he spoke, he was getting too technical with the music. One has more strings or less strings or is higher pitched was all she was looking for. The enthusiasm was cute, but above her level of comprehension. She must have appeared confused because he laughed bring a blush onto her face for being caught inattentive.
He was well traveled, maybe that was made him different from everyone else in the school. He had more experience, was more conscientious perhaps. Amelia had never left the states. One day she would travel the world, following her art as it toured all the famous museums in every major city.
Her brown hair whipped her face as Amelia shook her head side to side, no Asher wasn’t being rude. Besides she had asked about his accent, call it a trade. He hadn’t given her notebook back so she gently removed it from his hands in order to write. Yup. Did I have u fooled for a bit? Lol Being deaf was sometimes easy to hide, of course there where times it was impossible to overlook. Being mute however was obvious as soon as anyone tried to speak with her. Not many people, certainly no one Amelia knew, would willing write instead of speak.
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Post by Asher Gray on May 3, 2009 14:18:52 GMT -5
Asher had always been low in the self-esteem department, it was just something he never seemed to have acquired. Most of his schools had basically been run by the 'populars' and the jocks, and since he was smart, into music and was terrible at sports, they shunned him. Their distaste for Asher had been so great that even none of the other outcasts would risk talking to him, so he spent most of his time alone, and his people skills never really developed.
He could tell that either, (a) Amelia didn't really care about his rant on the difference between a viola and a violin, or (b) she really just had no idea what he was talking about. Though he guessed it was the latter. Asher had a problem understanding that people typically didn't find the things he found interesting, all that interesting. Most people didn't care about how John Williams stole most of his "compositions" from Pyotr Illych Tchaikovsky or about the other random facts he loved to ramble on about.
Asher was always amazed when people said they had never left their country. How could someone be content with living in one place for their entire life? Though, people in Europe seemed to travel more than Americans, but in Europe, the countries are smaller and closer together so it was a lot easier to travel as well.
He watched Amelia's hair fly as she shook her he no. That was good, Asher didn't like being rude, especially to people like Amelia who were actually very nice. He then blushed a little when he realized he had forgotten to give the notebook back. Asher smiled as he read her reply.
"Yeah, kinda, but I can be kind of slow sometimes. Once it took me three weeks to notice that my platinum blonde cousin had dyed her hair dark brown." Asher said smiling and shrugging.
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Post by sarahnobles on May 20, 2009 15:34:04 GMT -5
Everyone has their quirks and passion is good for the soul. Amelia was just as capable of ranting as the next, but she would talk about shading, colors, and texture. Why the thickness of pencil was good or bad for a certain piece she was working on or the difference between oils and pastels. Then of course there was always Spongebob. You can laugh, Amelia knew she was a little old for the show, but hey everyone has their quirks. Amelia loved the yellow sponge and his slow witted friend.
Amelia tilted her head back slightly, like people do when the laugh, and smiled at his comment. She was enjoying his company, his shy companionship and the fact he treated her normal despite her disability. At the moment it didn’t seem to bother him, although did have trouble reading her notes. Perhaps he had a disability of his own that he was concealing from her. well, we cant expect a music major to notice something like hair. That is for the visual art majors to notice. She offered her notebook over to the sophomore and then started to walk ahead, he did still have to unpack and Amelia had her own work to do, whenever she got around to it. Besides the weather was gorgeous and the dinning hall was becoming too crowded for her taste.
She checked behind her to see if he was following and waved a hand indicating that he should. Maybe they could take a brief tour before getting to the dorms, Amelia was aware she herself would have benefited greatly from one when she was new. Of course only incoming freshmen every seemed to get tours, transfers and new sophomores weren’t offered such luxuries. It was a definite flaw in the school system.
OOC: sorry that took so long...and the post is sort of a ramble lol
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