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Post by scar synclair on Jul 17, 2009 23:28:23 GMT -5
 Leaning Now Into The Breeze
Remembering Sunday He Falls To His Knees[/font][/b] Noise. That was the one thing Scar was never able to lose. Everything around him made noise. Shoes coming in contact with the floor, voices of course, but people's mouths opening made sound, as well as there tongues moving to speak, but the loudest thing was the air. Yes, even the air made sound. Most people didn't notice the sound, but if you sat there and just listened for long enough you heard it.
The only absolutely silent Scar could think of was gymnastics. The moments before starting, then the routine itself. People in the audience cheered, coaches yelled, other gymnasts warmed up, but none of it reached your ears. It was as if you were in a sound proof bubble and it was impenetrable, then when you finished, the bubble popped and the sound rushed in, but it was good sound, none of it was excess. Here in the school walkways, all of it was excess.
Scar was brought out of his thought as someone collided with his wheelchair. He looked up to find a large boy, probably a senior and his pack of friends staring down at him. Hurriedly, he wheeled himself away before anything could be said, the guys didn't look like people who would be sympathetic to the crippled kid. He was beginning to wish he hadn't let his parents talk him into coming to this school. Sure the kids at his old school were annoying, but at least they knew him and he didn't get all these weird stares.
He decided to find some place quieter, and anyway, the crowded walkway probably was the best place for him considering his chair made him half the size of everyone else and made it hard for him to move out of the way. "Library," he muttered to himself. He had finished both of the books he had brought with him on the plane ride, so he was in search of a new good read, and libraries were quiet, well, quieter.
The school was still new to him, considering he had just arrived last night, but he thought he remembered seeing the library somewhere around here. As he made his way down the walkway it seemed to get even more crowded, and that meant more people who for some reason did not understand that a wheelchair can't step to the side. Finally, after a few minutes of pushing his way through the crowds, he came to a door with a sign reading "Library" above it. The only problem was that there was a large group of students standing in front of it chatting.
The old Scar would have just barged right through the group, but the new Scar just sat there for a moment hoping one of them would turn and see him and let him pass, but after a minute or so no one noticed him. "Excuse me," he said in his small voice, but yet again, no one noticed. Determined to get out of the walkway, he mustered up all of his courage and tapped one of the girls on her arm. "Um, excuse me. Can I..." Scar started to ask when the girl turned and looked at him, but she turned back and continued talking to her friends before he could finish his question.
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Tagged' Anyone
Lyrics' Remembering Sunday by All Time Low
Status' Finished
Notes'Sorry it's a bit rambly. |
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Post by huganazn on Jul 18, 2009 0:22:26 GMT -5
Felix was hiding in a corner of the library, a cigarette lazily hanging out of his mouth. He was examining the pictures from his latest photoshoot. He'd asked a campus couple to pose for a few hot and steamy photographs. Soon, he would apply for a job, and he really wanted to work for photography. It would look good on later resumes. He'd created two piles. Yes piles and No piles. Since Felix was so critical of himself, most of his photos went into the No pile. Every now and then, a classmate of his would stop by and say something along the lines of "'Sup?" and go on their way, but for the main part, Felix was alone.
"I need professional models!" Felix told himself, frustrated with how these models' bodies didn't move in harmony with the camera, meaning the photos didn't pass Felix's standards of perfection. He pulled the negatives out of his bag and took a drag of his cigarette. As he exhaled, he examined the very beginnings of these photographs. The librarian barked at him to put out his cigarette immediately, but he ignored her. "Oh my god!" he whisper-screamed. "I should have noticed this. I wasted good picture paper on this crap." He grunted, grabbing every picture and negative from that photoshoot, ripped them up, and and literally threw them in the trash.
Calm down, he told himself. You have high standards. Deep breaths... Felix took a few minutes to calm himself down before he opened his eyes again. He saw a short guy battling a group of girls talking about how hot Zac Efron is. Well, that wasn't cool. Especially since this short dude was in a wheelchair. He stood up and marched over to the door, where the fun was about to begin.
"Like, oh my god!" Felix said in his fakest, girliest voice. "I know, right? You're tooootally in that guy's way. You should, like, get out of his way, or something!" The girls rolled their eyes and walked off. Felix smiled at the guy and began to walk back to his table.
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Post by scar synclair on Jul 18, 2009 16:58:52 GMT -5
 And even though she doesn't believe in love
He's determined to call her bluff
Scar was beginning to get fed up with all this. At his old school in Colorado, no one was quite as stuck up as they were here, at least from what he had seen so far. If he was trying to get through the hall they would move for him. If he dropped something and couldn't get to it, someone would gladly pick it up for him. Maybe it was just because they knew what he was going through. Almost every student in his year had come to visit him while he was in the hospital, even the ones he wasn't particularly fond of. They had seen him struggle to get around the school on his first few days back. And many of them had seen him break down in class when one of their teacher showed a video of the gymnastic highlights at the 2008 Olympics. Here, no one really knew what was going on in his head.
The students at this school were so much different the kids back in Colorado. Most of the kids here were probably raised by nannies and got most of their exercise at a fitness studio, whereas the kids in Colorado were the kids of hippies and had probably climbed their first fourteen thousand foot peak before they were seven. Sure there were a few kids that were probably really nice and not stuck up, but Scar hadn't really met them yet.
Right when Scar was about to give up on the girls and turn away, a voice, imitating that of the girls, came from the door. Curious, he leaned to the side and peered around one of the girls. A boy, probably around the same age as himself, was standing there, and he looked like he was really enjoying annoying the girls. Scar smiled at him trying to convey his thanks, but smiling still felt odd to him and he hoped the boy didn't think he was a crazy person, smiling just wasn't something he had done very often over the past few months.
He looked back over to the girls to see if they would move, but they all just stood there, their expressions almost saying, "Who do these guys think they are?" After a few seconds, the girls who was probably the leader of the pack, motioned for the group to leave and muttered something along the lines of "Let's get away from these freaks." A small wave of happiness surged through him. Someone had actually helped him, maybe this school wasn't going to be too bad.
Scar pushed his chair through the doorway and quickly caught up to the guy, hoping he wouldn't think that he was going to cling on to him. He just wanted to thank the stranger for helping him. "Thank you," Scar said making sure he was loud enough to be heard but not to get a stern look from the librarian.
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Tagged' Felix
Lyrics' Remembering Sunday by All Time Low
Status' Finished
Notes' =) |
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Post by huganazn on Jul 18, 2009 20:58:18 GMT -5
Felix didn't expect the guy to thank him. He hadn't wanted to be the hero. Just the guy that helped out another guy. Those dancers tended to be stuck up. Especially when they were blonde, beautiful, and knew that they were. Felix had been there last year, too. In all honesty, he'd been an awkward boy. He'd had glasses, acne, braces. The whole nine yards. Felix had just kind of blossomed over summer break. And now, well, he obviously wanted to help out the people that were in the same position he was in just twelve months ago.
So when Felix saw this guy approaching him, he wasn't sure whether or not to brace himself for a thank you or a beat down. A beat down by a guy in a wheelchair. Felix almost giggled at his stupidity when he heard the voice. Two words. He felt a smile curl upon his lips. Suddenly, Felix wished that someone had done that for him last year. "You're lucky, man," Felix told the guy without facing him, without stopping. "No one was here for me." That's when he stopped and turned around. "But don't worry. Not everyone's like that. Only the dancers."
Felix threw him a warm smile, to let him know that he wouldn't be alone. "But none of that mushy stuff. I have stuff to do. You can join me, if you like." He wasn't sure if he'd just made a mistake or not. Photography was...well, his way to escape. No one was ever allowed in. Felix wondered why he'd allowed this boy the chance to enter his world. He wondered if it was a mistake. But most of all, he hoped it had been a good idea.
||Corny, I know. But my muse and I aren't in agreeance...||
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Post by scar synclair on Jul 18, 2009 23:16:10 GMT -5
Leaning Now Into The Breeze
Remembering Sunday He Falls To His Knees [/font][/b] Scar had always been abnormally polite for someone his age. He wished he could say that he had been raised that way, but if that was true, his brothers wouldn't be so hated around the old school. People had always told him that he must have been adopted, he was just so different from the rest of his family. Scar was extremely proud of that, he wanted to be nothing like his brothers. But that was why he had to thank the boy who helped him through. Maybe had to wasn't the best way to describe it. It wasn't an obligation, it was more a habit.
At first Scar thought that the boy wouldn't acknowledge him, until he spoke, not turning around or stopping. Scar hadn't considered himself lucky ever since the accident, but maybe he actually was. While he was considering this, the boy stopped in his tracks and turned to face him. Scar had to quickly grab his wheels to stop himself from running into the boy. He felt reassured looking up at him. Maybe he had only just got a bad first impression from the students and their were plenty of nice people here.
He had a very warm smile. Scar tried copy the smile, and though it was better than his earlier attempt, it still probably looked unnatural. He was slightly surprised by the boy offering to let him hang around, he was really happy the boy had offered though. Scar wasn't the most outgoing person and had worried that he wouldn't be able to make any friends at the new school.
"Thanks, I wouldn't like that," Scar said in a sweet voice, hoping the boy wouldn't regret helping him out. "I'm Scar, by the way."
Words' 380
Tagged' Felix
Lyrics' Remembering Sunday by All Time Low
Status' Finished
Notes'"-" |
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Post by huganazn on Jul 19, 2009 11:07:12 GMT -5
Being a boy who had raised himself, Felix was expected to be a bad kid. A sex manic, a drug addict, or an alcoholic. But then again, Felix was still a virgin, and only addicted to cigarettes. He'd always figured it was useless to have people his age respect him; it was only the adults, the people in charge, that mattered. That was who Felix craved respect from. He'd been beaten up, spit on, made fun of because he lacked respect from "the cool kids." That was when he'd figured out he needed to change. That was when he learned that he had to have respect from everyone.
"Whoa, man, sorry. I kinda forgot you were in a wheelchair," he said after watching the strange boy have to make a quick stop so he wouldn't run into Felix. Again, he smiled, trying not to seem rude. He wasn't sure if this guy was touchy and sensitive about being in a wheelchair. Felix knew that he would be. He'd have to give up photography; he would have to give up his dream. It was like a nightmare to him. Suddenly, Felix looked down at the boy with a sympathetic look on his face. He was scared to become him...
"Scar," Felix repeated the name. That couldn't be his real name. It was probably a nickname. But if that was what he wanted to introduce himself as, Felix wasn't going to stop him. "That's a pretty cool name. I bet all the ladies love it, too," he added. "And, well, I'm plain old Felix. I am Mexican, though. Pretty cool, huh? And I'm not even albino."
He's not albino? Well, duh. Felix mentally slapped himself; he probably made this kid seem like everyone in this school was a nut job, which they were, but they were certainly not stupid.
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Post by scar synclair on Jul 20, 2009 1:38:53 GMT -5
And even though she doesn't believe in love
He's determined to call her bluff
Growing up, Scar was never really alone, but that's what happens when you have nine brothers and one sister. It was also one of the reasons he hated stereotypes so much. All of his brothers were trouble makers at school. Bullies, dumb jocks, players, the whole lot of them were, so when the two youngest Synclair's, the twins Scar and Raine, show up at school everyone expected them to be the same, and the were partially right. Raine turned out just the same, but Scar was the oddity of the bunch. Friendly, polite, top of the class, never dated a single girl, he broke the Synclair stereotype.
"That's alright. I would probably forget as well if I couldn't get around without it." Scar said, a small smirk appearing on his face. He noticed a look on the boy's face that he recognized. It was a look that he had seen, he was worried that he had said something to upset him. It was okay, though, he didn't get upset as easily anymore. Only when he thought about the fact that he would never be able to do gymnastics again, that he got upset.
"Thanks. It's really Scarden, but Scar's just easier." He said shrugging. "I've never really been a ladies man." And that was true. Sure, he had his fair share of girls who chased after him, but he always made up some excuse of why he couldn't go out with them. Usually he would just tell them that he was too busy with gymnastics to have a girlfriend, or that he had a girlfriend that he had met at a gymnastics camp, but in truth, he just wasn't interested in girls.
"Felix is a cool name, too. I can tell you're not albino. You have blonde hair." He pointed out, an almost smile appearing on his lips.
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Tagged' Felix
Lyrics' Remembering Sunday by All Time Low
Status' Finished
Notes'Sorry, I just forgot that I hadn't finished it. |
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Post by huganazn on Jul 22, 2009 10:54:37 GMT -5
Felix wasn't sure how to feel about this guy. He seemed to be pretty cool, but Felix still was wary about him. He wanted to make the kid feel welcome, but he didn't want to be pulled into the whole "best friends forever" scene with him. Then again, it might actually do him some good. Maybe it would get over him being so shy and his only friends being his cameras. Felix shook his head; he barely knew this guy, but he was already imagining them becoming best friends. He figured the odds of that were slim.
Felix gave a half laugh, not sure if Scar had been serious about forgetting. It told him that this kid hadn't been in a wheelchair long and was still getting used to having to use it in place of his legs. Felix began wondering if he would have to be in a wheelchair the rest of his life, or if it was just temporary, like maybe he had gotten surgery on his legs and wasn't allowed to walk yet. He hoped that Scar wouldn't have to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life; that would just flat out suck.
"Scarden's a cool name, too," Felix told him, "I've never met anyone with that name." He wasn't sure if he was just trying to be nice, or if he was really interested. Felix had never really been interested in someone's name before, and people around here had some pretty strange names, in all honesty. "Ha, thanks," he said in reply to him having a cool name. "Yeah, I guess it's pretty obvious I'm not albino. I actually have a bit of a tan." Felix unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt to show Scar his semi-tanned chest. "Now, most albinos can't do that!"
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Post by scar synclair on Jul 24, 2009 2:01:33 GMT -5
Leaning Now Into The Breeze
Remembering Sunday He Falls To His Knees [/font][/b] The average person makes an opinion about someone within the first five to thirty seconds of first meeting them. Scar always wondered what people's first opinion of him was. Personally, he didn't think that he made these first opinions of people. Maybe he did, but only self consciously and he didn't notice that he did. Scar did learn early on that you can't judge a book by it's cover. His best friend back home, Donovan, looked like your typical stuck up jock, but he was actually in the orchestra and choir, got straight A's and was one of the most polite guys at school.
Scar started trying to figure out what his thoughts of Felix were. He had helped a complete stranger, so he must be caring, and he comment from earlier about no one being there for him probably meant that he wasn't the most popular guy at school. He seem like he was kind of shy, but not shy enough that he had issues talking to him. Scar had always liked psychology, and he was pretty good at it too, but he still wasn't sure what to think of Felix.
Scar was actually serious about forgetting his wheelchair, he had always tended to just space on stuff. The a few times over the first few months after the accident, he would try to just jump out bed in the morning and end up flat on his butt.
"You've probably never meant someone name Scarden before because I'm probably the only person named Scarden. My parents kinda made it up." He said shrugging. Scar liked his name, but he didn't like explaining it to people all the time. Scar really did like the name Felix. It was different, but too different like his name.
"Yeah, there was actually an albino kid at my old school. He couldn't tan, he just kinda turned pink if he went out in the sun too long." Scar tried not to stare at Felix's chest too long, he didn't want to make things too awkward. Words' 380
Tagged' Felix
Lyrics' Remembering Sunday by All Time Low
Status' Finished
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Post by huganazn on Jul 24, 2009 12:29:01 GMT -5
||Haha, when I was in a wheelchair, I'd end up on my butt all the time! You totally forget.||
It was all Felix could do not to ask why Scar had ended up in a wheelchair. Felix didn't exactly consider himself a curious or nosy person, but when he saw something that interested him, well, he wanted to know more about it. Whether that something be anything from a TV show or a person, if it interested him, he wanted to know more about it. And Scar and his wheelchair certainly interested him. Not only that, but Scar didn't seem like a half bad guy.
Felix thought back over his whole life, trying to find some guy named Scarden. He'd had a friend who liked to be Scar so he could get respect, but his real name had been Victor and had been killed in a drive by. Yeah, a lot of respect right there. Finally, he looked back down at Scar and shrugged. "Nah, I guess I haven't," he told him. "One of my friends had a nickname of Scar, if that sound for something?"
"My mom named me after--" her pimp. No, Felix wasn't going to tell him that. What would Scar think of him then? A prostitute and the mother of a teenager. That didn't look too good. "Nevermind," he said flatly.
"Everyone at my old school was Mexican," Felix said. "Well, pretty much, so I don't think we had an albino kid." He thought about his old school for a second. Olive skin and black hair. Nope, no albinos. That's what you get for going to a ghetto school... "That really sucks. I think I would cry if I couldn't tan...or go outside." Felix smiled, suddenly glad for his abnormally strange skin tone.
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Post by scar synclair on Jul 24, 2009 22:09:32 GMT -5
And even though she doesn't believe in love
He's determined to call her bluff
Scar's wheelchair often raised questions. It was just human nature to wonder why someone was in a different situation than you. If you see someone with a big funny scar on their face, you wonder why, just the same as people would wonder why Scar was in a wheelchair. Scar wasn't really bothered by it anymore. At first he would get angry and or upset, until he realized it was just human nature to question it.
Scar had secretly wished that he had been doing something more interesting or heroic to end up in his chair, like saving a kid from a burning house and falling through the floor or something. Not simply walking home from gymnastics practice and getting his by a drunk driver. That way, when people asked him how it happened, it would be a cooler story.
People often thought that Scar was just a nickname, well it was a nickname, but it was actually short for his real name. Lots of people would ask him if he had a cool scar or something to get that name, he did have some pretty big scars from surgeries but he was called Scar long before he got those scars. "I'm sure there are quite a few people who's nickname is Scar. No people named Scar."
Scar looked at Felix slightly confused when he trailed off, but he figured that it was just something he didn't want shared. "I'm actually named after my Uma. My parents really wanted to name one of their kids after her, but they didn't have a girl so they decided to just find a male version of Scarlet."
"There were a lot of Mexican kids at my old school too. When ever they sent home announcements they would be in English and Spanish." For some reason people from other countries liked moving to his town. At his old school there were five French kids, eight British kids, three Australians, four Japanese, and bunch of kids from Eastern Europe. Scar himself was one of the kids from Eastern Europe, but it was obvious until he started speaking Russian. He didn't really have an accent anymore, only when he got angry, upset or excited.
"Believe it or not, I'm actually really tan right now," He said gesturing to his pale skin, "During the winter, I'm so pale that I'm almost lighter skinned than Dylan, the albino kid." Words' 416
Tagged' Felix
Lyrics' Remembering Sunday by All Time Low
Status' Finished
Notes' Sadly the thing about being lighter skinned than an albino is a true story. |
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Post by huganazn on Jul 26, 2009 15:58:10 GMT -5
||Sorry my last few posts have been so short. My muse has been dying on me!||
Felix wanted to ask Scar exactly why he was in a wheelchair, but being curious was a nosy girlfriend's job, and he doubted that anyone needed Felix to play the part of a nosy, pushy girlfriend. So he kept his mouth shut and imagined Scar jumping in front of a car to save a kid or being pushed down a flight of stairs by a cruel ex-lover. Then, he imagined Scar just walking along the road and WHAM! some crazy person who didn't have control of the wheel slamming into him. Felix wasn't sure if any of his semi day dreams were true, or if he was just having an overactive imagination, and although he was seriously curious, Felix figured that Scar would tell him what had happened if he really wanted to.
Back in school, Felix had always been called "Gringo" by the other Mexican boys in his class. "Back in primary," he told Scar, "everyone called me Gringo. No one had any idea what my real name was. Whenever a substitute teacher would be calling roll, they'd say 'Felix Rivera' and lots of kids would say that he wasn't here." That was one of the bad things about coming to Chicago; he'd have to remember who he really was. Felix wasn't "Gringo" anymore...he was just...Felix.
Uma? He'd never heard the word before. It wasn't anything in Spanish, and nothing he knew of in English. Whoever "Uma" was, her real name was Scarlet, which was such a pretty name in Felix's opinion. He'd gotten his first kiss from a girl named Scarlet. "Uma?" he asked. "Is that, like, your grandmother or something? I've never heard that word before." Scarlet...Scarden. They were pretty close names. Felix liked them both, anyway.
"I come from a little down right next to the border of Mexico," Felix told Scar. "All our notifications went home in Spanish because everyone knew Spanish even if not everyone knew English, and it saved ink." Felix came from Texas, and whenever he told someone that, they automatically expected him to live in either Austin or Dallas. They never expected him to live in a ratty old town that he shared with fence hoppers until they could move onto bigger and better things.
"No way!" Felix said, a small chuckle coming from his throat. "Dude, you're so pale. I look like that during the winter, maybe! But then again, I am Mexican, so I guess that counts for something, right?" Wow. This kid WAS pale. "Almost as pale as an albino kid? Damn, we need to get you into some sunlight, bro!"
||Ehh, I tried my best to be "gangsta" but I'm emotionally whiter than I am physically. Haha.||
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Post by scar synclair on Aug 4, 2009 17:48:15 GMT -5
Leaning Now Into The Breeze
Remembering Sunday He Falls To His Knees [/font][/b] People would always ask Scar if he really wanted to try to figure out who the person was driving the car that hit him was, but Scar honestly and truly didn't want to know who that person was. Not that it was even possible for them to figure out who it was. There was no way they would figure out, there was no trace of the paint on his clothes, no cameras anywhere along the road, and no witnesses.
Scar could definitely understand the nickname thing. Especially before the accident, he had so many nicknames, he couldn't keep them all straight. If you were to ask twenty different kids at his old school what his name was, you would most likely get about eighteen different answers. There would be the normal Scar and Scarden, but then there would also be Edward, Dimitri, Toaster, Panda, Vladamir, Cello, Wheels, Teeko, Sweets, Pyro, Swish, Sporkwad, Dortz, Vampy, Spaz, and so many others, not all of them nice.
"The same thing happened to me, except I wasn't called Gringo. They would call me Edward, Dimitri, Vladimir, or Vampy, mostly. Because of the paleness thing, and the fact that I'm Russian. There were actually some girls at my old school who were convinced I was a vampire."
Scar mentally slapped himself when he realized that he had called his Grandma Uma again. People always got confused when he called her that but he always forgot and called her that. "Uma is my German Grandma. Oma is the German word for Grandmother, but when we were little, with our accents we would pronounce it Uma."
My old school had a lot of international kids, but our school was small enough that teachers just knew which kids' parents didn't speak English or Spanish and they would make special translated letters." Being from Colorado, people always expect him to be from Denver, but he was just from a little town in Southwest Colorado that had been awarded most fit town in the United States multiple times.
"Yep, that's what I get for being Russian," he said with a shrug, "But this is tan. See," he lifted up his shirt to reveal his muscled stomach and placed his arm against the porcelain skin to show the contrast. Words' 409
Tagged' Felix
Lyrics' Remembering Sunday by All Time Low
Status' Finished
Notes' Sorry I took so long. My mom grounded me so I couldn't get on long enough to post. |
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