No one said I can't...... (OPEN!)

[waylo rain un.]

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Waylo strode carefully into the Entranceway. Waylo was holding a small book bag and was wearing a little jacket. As her footsteps echoed through the room, she put on a little smile, the one someone would put on if they pulled a prank and is waiting for the scream coming from the victim of the attack. Clearly though, that is not at all what Waylo had done, and will probably never do till' she is at least 19. Waylo sat down in the corner of the room, snuggled up like it was a corner of a closet where a reading chair was. That was almost what she did. Waylo opened up the book bag and pulled out her book and a pair of rectangular brown reading glasses. So I guess, yeah, you could say she was reading in the corner of the Entranceway. Seems about accurate, doesn't it?

Waylo was reading a book by James Patterson called "Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment." It was about a few mutant kids who had wings. They had been kidnapped and brought to this place they called 'The School,' and scientists found a way to crossbreed humans with birds. They had escaped with wings, strong muscles, and great senses. They were being hunted down by other evil creatures created by the School which were Wolf/human crossbreeds, also mutants, but working for the School and the most bloodthirsty creatures ever. They were in hiding and were out casts to the world. Waylo was reading this because she could relate to the characters. Mutant. Creature. Freak. She often got called those in her many years in St. Michaels because she was speaking to her dog in his language.

Waylo kept reading for awhile, even when she could hear the faint sound of footsteps around her. She was completely ignored for the most part. She always was ignored if she was alone, or in a big group of people. She guessed people were just to busy to take notice of her. She actually liked it when people didn't bother her. It was her quiet time, when she could do whatever she pleased. Waylo was always ignored for very long periods for time, but she was always interrupted at one point. Who would be the person this time? Waylo didn't care, as long as they didn't come to call her nerd(which would be fine anyways, because she knew she was a nerd, and was proud). Oh, and no one said she couldn't read there.

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Status: Content
Theme: There's A Place by The Beatles
Notes: This thread is related to me, when I'm bored and get on my computer, all snuggled up in the corner. It's very relaxing, actually. Kinda' like yoga.[/size]

[abraham kip winters.]

"You know," Abe said from beside the girl whom he had never seen before, "They have libraries for that."

It was a rare occurrence for Abe to notice someone who he had not noticed before. He took care to take note of the people he met, both on a day-to-day basis and while they were mind-deep in their dreams. The difference between the occasions was, of course, that a person meeting Abe in the day while they were awake would remember him the next time they saw him.

When he saw this girl sat (or, as it seemed to Abe, snuggled) in a corner of the entrance hall, he was fairly intrigued. He had shuffled over and crouched beside her, according to his usual abnormal way of doing things.
"Not that I want to discourage the habit of reading in exotic places," he went on, "But they kind of design that library place to be good for quiet reading. I imagine you'd get all kinds of looks, comments or disturbances here..."

He paused for a moment when he realised that he was, in fact, one of the very disturbances he was referencing. He stopped to make a mental note on the irony of it, and then shrugged the thought off.

"You know, people go to the top of mountains to read books. And some people read books while surfing. They call it 'extreme reading'." He said, with a faraway smile that gave the impression that he wasn't all-there. "I'm not sure if that's true, but it'd be funny if it was. I bet it's nice and quiet on top of a mountain too. Brr." He shivered. "Cold though."

His body tilted back, and where he was crouched on his feet, he fell back and landed on his backside so that he was sitting down on the floor. The action was as if someone had just gently pushed him over and he had let himself fall back.
"Who are you?" He inquired bluntly, though in a tone of child-like innocence.

[waylo rain un.]

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'You know,' Waylo heard Abraham say, 'They have libraries for that.' Waylo knew all he said wasn't supposed to be hurtful. Obviously he thought she found an odd spot to read, but that wasn't anyone's problem. Waylo nodded and said, 'I'd just bring a blanket,' she referred to the mountain thing, 'Actually seems an ok spot to me.' Waylo smiled a little still looking at her book. She didn't like making eye contact with people she didn't know very well yet. Waylo turned a page, now on page 184.

When she realized a question had been asked, at first, Waylo was a little startled. 'Oh, I'm Waylo. Waylo Un, actually. Odd name, I know.' Waylo was always teased for her name, so she kind of played along with it now. 'You?' Waylo hoped he would respond to her, knowing she had made a bad impression on her fellow sophomore. 'I mean, who are you?' Waylo looked up at Abraham for the first time. Obviously her face wouldn't scare him, but she hoped he wouldn't show any signs of thinking she was an odd insecure person.

Waylo felt a little odd inside. She wasn't sure what the point of it was, but she felt a little, what's the word? Tingly. Not as much a good type of tingly, like the lovey type of tingly, but a tingly that made her feet feel like running away, afraid to get any closer. Waylo had no idea at all why, but she knew the conversation would have to end soon, before she began to leave without thinking. Waylo began to feel impatient. What's going on with me?! Waylo screamed inside her. Was it the fact that York hadn't been fed? He was probably trying to get to her. Waylo didn't know. She would try to set it aside, but it kept coming back. Finally, Waylo took a deep breath, and just waiting for Abraham's response, knowing she would calm down. Would it last?

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Status: Social-ish
Theme: N/A
Notes: Gah. Lazy post, I know. Can't concentrate very well right now. :/

EDIT: Yay! Added more! Don't know where that last paragraph's gonna take me.

[abraham kip winters.]

"Waylo Un..." Abe echoed quietly, testing the syllables of the name. "That's important, I think." He said, still very quiet so that his words might have been a thought to himself that happened to have acquired sound.

It was his turn to realise that he had been asked a question, and he looked back at Waylo.
"Who am I?" He said, with the spark of ancient mischief behind his blue eyes, "It's an interesting question. One to be answered in any number of ways, when it comes down to it. I think the meaning of 'who' varies greatly depending on the individual applying it, don't you?" He didn't stop for an answer. "But when I asked you who you were, you gave me a name, and so I'm now able to assume that by asking me the same question, a name is what you want in return."

He removed his eyes from Waylo's for a moment so that he could instead stare at a spot in the air beside him. It was hard to tell if he was in deep thought or in no thought at all.

"I'll tell you what," He said eventually, looking back to her, "I'll give you a name - only if you promise not to wear it out. It's Abe. Abe Winters."
He nodded curtly. "At your service."
His strange smile disappeared, only to be replaced by a sudden frown when he decided something was the matter.
"Is there a problem?" He asked, "You look like a person who is suddenly and inexplicably uncomfortable."
He shifted the way he was sitting, crossing his legs and placing his palms on his knees.
"Not that I consider myself an expert on the human emotional state..."

[waylo rain un.]

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As Waylo thought about Abe's explanation about 'Who I am,' she realized that her response to Abe's question was incorrect. She could have responded with saying 'a power' or some other witty, smart-alec answer, but instead she responded with a human answer. Something that she shouldn't have. Waylo still felt a little odd, but when Abe asked if there was any problem, the feeling left as if a bus had come to pick it up, then left as quick as a jet. 'Oh, it's nothing. I'm fine,' Waylo said, looking down. 'Seriously. Nothing's wrong.' Waylo was telling the truth, there was no doubt about it, but maybe not the whole truth.

Waylo had stopped telling the whole truth a long while back. It always had led to disaster and hurt for her or another person, which wasn't her favorite thing. Just then, Waylo realized Abraham had answered her own question. She wasn't completely sure, but she decided to ask another one of her questions with kind of an obvious answer. She always asked these just to make sure that she didn't get something mixed up and embarrass herself in front of people. 'Abe is short or a nickname for Abraham, am I right?'

Waylo worded her sentence carefully, hoping he would answer the question and give a normal answer, to stop her from any confusion or embarrassment. One wrong word and you could die for all you know, an old beggar had told her. Once when she lived in St. Michaels, a man named Abranahah Shnikey had told her his name was Abe Shnikey. Waylo had asked if his birth name was Abraham, and he beat her up, yelling at her that that was his least favorite name because people called him it so much. Waylo had learned.

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Theme: Still none XP
Notes: Bored. Once again. BLARGINFLIBBR!!!

[abraham kip winters.]

Deciding that Waylo would have no reason to lie, Abe's frown also vanished when he was told that everything was fine.

"That's correct," He nodded, "Abraham, after my grandfather. Possibly, anyway. It sounds like a grandfather's name, doesn't it? But it's mine too."
While Abe very much enjoyed meeting new people and had no qualms with walking right over and talking to them, many of his hapless social victims did not share his enthusiasm, and would either clam up immediately or tell him to shove off. He was pleased to see that Waylo chose to do neither. He approved of that.
A glimpse of the title of the book she was reading distracted Abe from the topic of his name. He thought about the title 'Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment', in case he had read it in the past. All that came to mind was a group of scientists dissecting angels, and since the book was probably not so much about that, he concluded that he had not read it.
"I have read quite a few books though." He added aloud, "There were always lots of them lying about the house. And of course it's good to read the books your own dad writes. It's a support thing, really." He was staring with some intent at the cover of Waylo's book, so that he might have been talking to that rather than her, "Not that they weren't good stories. I enjoyed them very much."

He rested his elbow on his knee, and his head on his hand, and went on,
"Do you always wear them, or are they just for reading?"
It had been commented before that a conversation with Abe was like solving a puzzle (perhaps some form of crossword, in which one is forced to deduce the topic of conversation based on given clues, and in which knowledge of as many different and abstract topics as possible came as a great help). Personally, he hadn't noticed.

[waylo rain un.]

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Automatically, Waylo knew he was talking about her reading glasses.

[/i] Waylo could put 2 and 2 together faster than you could say 'Ah.' Sure, her eyesight was fine, but when it came to reading, she had worn her eyes out so much she needed to wear glasses just so the words were visible. Waylo put a piece of scrap paper in her book where she was reading, working as a bookmark, then shut closed her book, putting it back in her bag, hoping Abe knew she was getting ready to get up and go back to her dorm. 'Just for reading. I wore my eyes out a little by reading,' Waylo told him while taking her glasses off and examining them a little by turning them with both her hands.

'I chose brown rimmed because all the blue rims didn't fit me. They work for me anyways, of course you really didn't have to hear me say that,' she laughed a little in an embarrassed way as if she actually really did wish she never said that. Waylo stood up and dusted some dirt and lint off of her yoga pants. Waylo was 5'6, so she wasn't sure if Abe would be any taller than she was. Waylo checked her watch and made a little 'tsk' sound. 'Darn it, gotta go. I have swimming practice today. If I can talk to you more, I'm in Dorm 201. My cell phone number's [phone] if you want to know.' Waylo stood there waiting for any response before she officially left and went to get changed. Waylo didn't always like to leave without a final response from the other person. Waylo waited.[/size][/blockquote]

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Theme: N/A. AGAIN/
Notes: Can't do a super long post, but try to enjoy what I got.

[abraham kip winters.]

Abe was surprised when Waylo got herself up in preparation of departure. He had thought they were getting along so well, and it seemed a shame to cut short their conversation. Still, Abe valued nothing if Abe didn't value freedom, and if she wanted to leave, that was alright, really.

Waylo wouldn't get to find out if Abe was taller than her, because even as she rose to leave, he remained where he was on the floor. This meant he had to crane his neck back to see her, but as painful as the position looked, he didn't seem to mind.

"Dorm 201." He said, with a nod, "Seven-oh-nine, eight-six-nine, ten-forty-three. I don't have a phone."
He had never been given someone's number before, however, so that hadn't mattered in any past situations. He wasn't quite sure what to do with the information. The number hovered momentarily in his mind between the filing spaces 'Interesting' and 'Not Interesting'. Eventually it settled comfortably in the 'Interesting' section, between the number that was the circumference of the Earth in miles, and the name of the world's most venomous spider.
"Hmm," He said, making a mental note to stay away from the Brazilian wandering spider. "But don't worry about that, I've never needed a number or a phone to call anyone before. Or a dorm number, for that matter. I'm sure you'll hear from me."

Shoving a hand in his pocket, he pulled it out again to reveal a small and beaten-up paperback novel, which he flicked open to the very last page and began to read. The title of the book was 'The Longest Fall', and it was written by one Michael Winters.
"Have a nice swim." He said to the book, albeit with sincerity.

--This probably means that Abe is going to drop in on her dreams. Shall we organise such a thread?--

[waylo rain un.]

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Waylo listened as he said he didn't have a phone and didn't need dorm numbers. She found that kind of odd, but it seemed normal, considering they were both powers. Everyone had their own little oddity and ability. Maybe he could teleport...? As she always did, she pushed her deep thought aside and began to focus on the words Abe had left in front of her. She wasn't sure how to respond, without just saying goodbye, but she figured it out. 'Well, I'll see you soon, somehow, then,' Waylo said, awkwardly. 'Goodbye!'

As Waylo began to walk, she shivered. Wait, what? Shivering when it was 79 degrees inside? She stopped, out of Abe's sight. She wasn't cold... what was that weird prickly feeling on her arms? Waylo tightened her jacket a little, wishing it would stop the weird feeling. She continued walking through the hall, a little faster than usual. Waylo was frowning, wishing she was already swimming. Water always calmed her, but what was up with the constant weird feelings? First a tingling, now a shivery prickle on her arms and legs.

'Why me?' Waylo began to think. She cut herself off, remembering what Miss Mays had told her as she applied to the school. 'Self-pity is never going to get you anywhere. Let others give sympathy, and stand strong.' Waylo loved to repeat that in her head. It helped her self-confidence grow. When Waylo got to her dorm room, the feeling had stopped. Her roommate wasn't there, so she changed and left for the meet. No new feeling so far...

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Status: Awkward, Prickly, and Confident
Theme: Goodnight Goodnight by Maroon 5
Notes: Well, I forgot where that thread could go, but I'm fine with it. I'll make the thread as soon as I can. This thread is closed now.