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Tuesday late late evening. [Aug. 20th, 2005|09:30 pm]
Camp Slash - rpg

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[christien_a]
[mood |indifferentindifferent]

Do you worry that you're not liked?
How long til you break?
You're happy 'cause you smile
How much can you fake?


A sound wakes me. Probably some random creak that I've never heard before and therefore I believe it to be some ax murderer out to kill us all. God only knows. All I know, I'm not falling back to sleep for the next little while. I'm awake. I check to see that Anne is still over in her bed soundly asleep so I creep out of the cabin and sit on the stairs, secure in the fact that I didn't wake the poor girl up. I settle myself down and sigh softly, then lean my chin on my hand, staring out into the dark, not really seeing anything or anyone, the anyone part being easy since there didn't really seem to be anyone out and about. Feeling invisible was almost comfortable, even though I hadn't acted that much different today than usual, despite my plans. Maybe this would be harder than I thought. Who knew. Maybe my personality just wouldn't take change like I had thought it would. Sure as hell won't stop me from continuing to try, though.
It's a little chilly and I'm tempted to walk in and find my trusty hoody, but then I might wake Anne, so I just bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them. Maybe I could just disappear here, too. Maybe no one would bother with trying to bother me. It's seems a little more relaxed here. Maybe I could just sit in a dark corner... or even out in the open while I hide from the world. Someone walks past without even seeing me and I smile a little to myself. Something may change my mind, though. Only time will tell.
God, Christien. Could you be any more cliche?
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-08-21 01:05 pm (UTC)
I walk through the darkness and see something out of the corner of my eye. My head snaps toward it to find a boy of my age, possibly a little less, though he looks like he might pass for older, sitting on steps, closed in on himself. He doesn't see me yet and I contemplate walking past, but instead I sit beside him and mimic his posture.
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[User Picture]From: christien_a
2005-08-21 01:12 pm (UTC)
I flinch as you sit next to me. I hadn't heard you walk up or even sit, just felt the brush of your arm against mine in the night. I look over and it appears as if all there is are your eyes. Very creepy effect. You don't say anything, just stare at me for a moment, so I volunteer, "Hello."
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-08-21 01:18 pm (UTC)
I give a nod. I can tell I'm unnerving the boy, but then, that's what I do, on the whole. This one... doesn't know what to make of me. Not a lot do, though. I decide to take it easy on him and respond verbally. "You're new." I suppose it wasn't exactly your typical response to 'hello' but it was still a response.
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[User Picture]From: christien_a
2005-08-21 01:22 pm (UTC)
I give a nod. "I am." There didn't seem to be a lot that this man and I would be saying to each other. But then, I didn't often have a lot to say to just about anyone.
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-08-21 01:24 pm (UTC)
"You don't seem like you're having very much fun. Why aren't you sleeping? You obviously just woke up. Your hair's a mess." He was also shivering, obviously used to more clothing than this, and he looked as if he were very out of sorts.
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[User Picture]From: christien_a
2005-08-21 01:41 pm (UTC)
I give a little shrug. "I just... woke. Can't sleep now. And I don't know that I am or am not having fun. I only just got here a few hours ago and slept through a good chunk of those hours."
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-08-21 01:48 pm (UTC)
He's not helping. "I just meant that you seem to be not all that happy. If I'm bothering you, I could leave, of course."
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[User Picture]From: christien_a
2005-08-21 01:51 pm (UTC)
"If you leave, will I hear you do so? Or will there just suddenly be a vacant spot beside me." It came out a little snarky, but it was a startling thing to just have someone beside you that wasn't there before.
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-08-21 02:05 pm (UTC)
I chuckle softly. "If you want, I could make noise. Would that make you feel better about not noticing me walking up? Trust me, no matter how invisible you think you are, I'm more invisible than you will ever be."
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[User Picture]From: christien_a
2005-08-21 02:29 pm (UTC)
I blink at him. The comment seems to have come out of left field, but it was true, and it sort of connected to what I'd been thinking earlier. "Um, no, you don't have to leave. If you don't want to, I mean."
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-08-21 05:47 pm (UTC)
"Good, because I really wasn't really planning on it. I'm sort of comfortable. So what's your problem?"
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[User Picture]From: christien_a
2005-08-21 05:55 pm (UTC)
I look at him and can't help but give a little chuckle. "Who says I have a problem?" You just tive me a lok that says blatantly that it's very obvious. I give a sigh and shrug. "I just... never fit in and I don't know that I'll be able to here, either. I had some big idea that maybe I could change, be someone different now that I'm in a place where no one knows me."
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-08-21 06:02 pm (UTC)
I lift an eyebrow and notice a slash of colour poking out from his sleeve. I lift the sleeve with a finger tip. "Is that where this came from? Well, it's nice work, at least. I've seen worse. But if it means anything, then I just would like to say, be who you are, and everyone else be damned. I know it can be tough to be yourself, especially when others don't accept that person... but when you aren't yourself... it twists you inside."
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[User Picture]From: christien_a
2005-08-21 06:06 pm (UTC)
I lift an eyebrow myself, but when I look over, the boy is gone again. Damn. How the hell does he do that. I sigh and lean my chin back on my hand, thinking about what he said.
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