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Post by Cole Price on Feb 6, 2011 17:49:13 GMT
 And all the things you never heard
While in my mind I search for words- - - - - - - - - - - - - -Cole Price made his way through the isles of books. He ran his left hand across the edge of the book case, with one finger out so it could feel the spin of the books as he past them. In his other hand he held a long white and black cane which extended in front of him like an extra limb. As he moved the cane moved back and forth across the floor in front of him. Maybe would have wondered what a blind sixteen year old was doing in the library. It sure didn’t make much sense since he couldn’t read many of the books here. Sure there were some books in brail, yet not near as many as the young man would have liked. Likewise the library had a stock of books on tap, oddly though they hadn’t upgraded to any books of CD. But yet Cole wasn’t anywhere near any of those sections. Instead he walk right through the middle of the fiction section.
He stopped short and using his free hand he ran his fingers over the spin of a book he had just ran his finger over. He loved when authors used font that stuck out from the book. It had taken him several years to learn to read to squiggly lines which deferred so much from the brail he was used to reading. Cole had been born blind and though now he went to a normal school he had started off in a school for the blind. It had help the teenager out a lot, teaching him to adjust to the world, but in time he started to hate being told what to do, how to live. He wanted to figure that out from himself. That’s why he had convinced his parents to send him to a normally school. So he could challenge himself in ways that no one expected from a blind child. Grasping the book he had stopped for he continued forward, keeping the hand with his book slightly out so he could still feel the book shelf as he moved by on the back of his hand.
Finding an empty table Cole sat down, and folded his cane into his bag. He then ran his fingers across the cover of the book reading the words, “Through Wolves Eyes by Jane Lindskold.” It sounded interesting, of course he couldn’t really read it, at least not as well as he should have. He opened the cover and with a smile he was able to feel small bumps on the page. In many of the newer print books the lettering stuck up just enough on the page to be noticed, an odd fact especially since one would have thought older books would more likely be shipped with such an imperfection. But in the end in help Cole. Though he couldn’t read every word, again not being very familiar with the non-blind alphabet but he knew enough that he could get the general meaning of the book, a book that would most likely not be in brail or on tape. He began reading running his fingers across the page. His eyes focused downward as well, hoping to fool most that past. He didn’t like being seen as blind. Half the reason why he didn’t read from the brail section.
Of course another question was rising in this. Why would Cole sit here only picking up on half of the words he read? That answer came with a little more complicated answer. His power. A power he himself didn’t even fully get. Yet in the end it was quite simple. He could hear other people’s thoughts. Which was why a library was a great place to be. First it was quite, in more than one aspect. People’s emotions were generally calmer in libraries a plus for Cole since he picked up on people’s thoughts when they were experiencing some kind of extreme emotion. All he needed to be was fifty feet from someone having a bad day, or even a good day, and he’d hear what they were thinking. And in a city as crowded as London that chatter could get very annoying. He had learned to tone some of it out, but the stronger the emotion the harder to was to ignore it. And even in ignoring it the voice was still there in the back of his mind. He couldn’t pick and choose what he heard, not yet as least. He hoped one day to figure that out. The second reason he liked the library was because when someone was reading a really good book and got into it, then they could feel excitement or fear thus triggering Cole’s ability and in turn seeing and knowing what that other person was reading.
In fact a few tables over he could hear someone was reading Harry Potter, the fifth one to be exact. Cole smiled having read and loved each Harry Potter book a hundred times. He smiled even more as an other whelming feeling of sadness hit the person reading, “No Snape! No!” The person thought harshly as the man in the story did something unthinkable. It was hard to tell if this was the first time the person had read the book but he found the narrative he added to the story line interesting so Cole abandoned his own reading to listen. Now instead of running his hands over the pages of his own book he just stare down at it blankly.
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But time was lost, the curtain fell
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Post by Joseph Arkus on Feb 6, 2011 21:33:36 GMT
Joseph Arkus was different.
And not just different either, he was different from different. You see, there were people with powers. These were different. But he was even more of an oddity, simply because unlike the majority of oddities who had developed powers since the terrible storm which had slaughtered several of Joseph's business partners, he had not really figured out that he had developed any sort of power at all.
Occasionally, passing people in the street, he'd get a strong sense that there was something different about them, that there was something he needed to do, but he could never quite figure out what it was, and so most of the time he ignored it, going about his business as he would any other moment of the day.
And yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something odd going on, and he despised the moments when he passed the people (they ranged from all ages, all genders, and all races) for the confusion with which he was left was almost unbearable, as he tried to work out what was happening to him.
Today, unfortunately, he was about to go through another one of these moments. It seemed they were becoming more and more common as the days went by.
He'd spotted this kid on his way to the library. From what he could see, the kid was blind, and although Joseph didn't want to insult a cripple, and usually ignored the people to whom he felt this odd sensation, it had become too much, and he finally decided it was time to find out exactly what was going on. Whatever strange quality it was that this blind kid had, and that all the other people he seemed to bump in to had, he was going to find out about it, and as soon as possible.
Though, having said that, he couldn't just accost a blind kid in the streets. He was going to have to trail him for a while. And not in an obvious way, either.
he was on his lunch-break early today. He had been about to meet some influential chinese businessmen who were interested in dealing with the Multinational corporation for whom he worked, but they'd cancelled at the last minute. Idiots. So instead, he'd been left hanging at the high-end café where he was supposed to be meeting them, and had eventually decided just to take his lunch right then. He didn't want to eat here though; it was too expensive. Of course, he could afford it, but he didn't want to just throw money away. It was alright if it was for the sake of clients like the chinese businessmen, but if he was just eating for himself, something else was fine.
And it was on the way to a nearby Subway outlet that he'd found the kid, making his way to the library. Straightening his waistcoat, Joseph followed. Mr. Arkus was not one to mess about.
He followed a good few metres behind, only just keeping the kid in sight as he followed after him, making his way to the library. He watched from behind a bookshelf as the blind young man made his way over to the braille section, and pulled something out. He was very good at making his way around, despite his condition, and it was obvious that he'd been here many times before.
After he'd left the kid for a while, maybe five or ten minutes, he approached him. He was not smiling.
"Hey, little man,"
[/b] he said, finding it hard to judge the exact age of the kid. Maybe fourteen, fifteen perhaps? He didn't look too old. "Do you think you could help me out?"[/b] he asked, wondering how he could phrase this, precisely. "There's something odd about you, isn't there?"[/b] continued Joseph, his tone blunt and a little cold. "Tell me what it is,"
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Post by Cole Price on Feb 7, 2011 17:39:42 GMT
And all the things you never heard
While in my mind I search for words- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cole’s eyes shot up when he heard the man speak. He looked in the direction the voice had come from, of course not seeing anything, but hoping that maybe the man might not notice his blindness. Of course it was an empty hope. Most could see the deadness in the young man’s eyes with in moments of meeting him. But Cole tried to believe different, tried to believe that he really wasn’t that different. That he didn’t have a disability, and could do and be just like everyone else. Of course that would never happen, he would always be seen as weaker or in need of help. Help the one thing he hated the most. He had never accepted it, never liked it, not even when he was eight or nine. He had always shunned those that on instinct tried to give him a hand. He didn’t need it. He could do things on his own and wanted to. Even when he couldn’t actually do it on his own. But he would never admit defeat.
At the tone of the other man’s voice Cole got the idea that he was some sort of person in power. Using the phrase “little man” said that he wanted to some polite but knew he was of more important then Cole. He was the boss and he was used it that. He might even be rich, which made it odd that he was in a public library. He had asked for help with something and Cole smiled at him, maybe he hadn’t noticed he was blind. Maybe he actually wanted his help finding something. After all he couldn’t be familiar with the library. “Sure?” he nodded his head sliding his book shut. He wasn’t sure what he would do if the man did ask him to find something. Sure he knew every inch of the library like the back of his hand. But he knew the older man wouldn’t be to thrilled to be shown around by a blind teenager. Cole hated it but it was true. Being blind made people uncomfortable, which Cole was normally able to combat with jokes and a charming smile.
However something changed when the man spoke again, asking what was different about him. Cole smiled wider and let out a chuckle. “Oh yeah, that. I’m Blind.” he answer moving his hand in front of his eyes in a almost comedic gesture. He knew deep down that that wasn’t what the man had asked meant. Some how he knew about his power? That couldn’t be right. Cole had never told anyone about it and in fact and never meet anyone else with a power and thus thought that he made to be the only one. Cole felt a sudden wave of frustration through him, knowing very well that it was the man standing before him. He was frustrated, maybe even made, but the emotion wasn’t strong enough for Cole to actually hear what he was thinking. It was just a small wave of feelings, yet somewhere in them was a thought. It was a confusing feeling, but one Cole had felt so many times walking down the street. He tried to home in on the thought, tried to hear the words, but he couldn’t. He had tried so many times and failed. It seemed that his power would only ever be random, uncontrollable.
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Post by Joseph Arkus on Feb 7, 2011 19:03:57 GMT
He sighed, disappointed in the child. It was obvious that he was blind, he clearly wasn't going to be asking about that, unless he was either incredibly stupid, or blind himself. He did feel a little sorry for the kid, what with his condition, but to be perfectly honest, Joseph was a little rude, and didn't do too much to try and be polite to the young man, even if he was at an ocular disadvantage. To be perfectly honest, the kid would probably just be annoyed if Joseph tried to be extra polite to him, or give him different treatment. As such, he was not going to make an attempt to do so. a sigh escaped his lips as he replied. "Come on, mate. You know as well as I do, that that isn't what I meant. There's something else. i don't know what it is, but i need to know,"
[/b] he said, and walked closer, taking a seat opposite the young man. Joseph rested his elbows on the table, massaging his temples and closing his eyes, trying to home in on the exact sensation he was feeling. You see, it was slightly different for each person. Sometimes he got a feeling that made the word body come to mind, or some other sense of the physical form. Sometimes mind came to, uh, mind, and other times other sensations, the words change, and nature appearing. Often though, this only happened when he was concentrating hard, which was rare - as he generally found these abnormalities in the middle of the street, when he was very busy. As he concentrated, he opened his eyes and stared at the boy. Yes, mind. But what did it mean? "There's... something about your mind, isn't there. Tell me - maybe I can help,"[/b] Joseph said with kindness in his voice. In reality, he knew he wasn't going to be helping this child with any of his petty problems. in all actuality, he was more interested in helping himself to find out what exactly was going on, so that he could sleep a little better that night. He needed all the sleep he could get, especially in times like this when businesses were collapsing left right and centre. Big businesses like his own were generally alright, but no one was ever safe, not these days. And so he tried to get as much sleep as was acceptable. Joseph needed to remain sharp. But recently, he'd not been sleeping too well, staying awake, his mind filled to the brim with thoughts of these strange people he sensed in the street: who they were, and why he could tell them apart, while others couldn't. He'd pointed it out to friends a couple of times, telling them someone was weird, or strange, but they'd just laughed, thinking he was joking. Joseph had laughed along with them. He needed to find out what was happening soon, or it would push him over the edge. He awaited the young man's answer. [/justify][/sup][/blockquote] |
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Post by Cole Price on Feb 8, 2011 22:18:09 GMT
And all the things you never heard
While in my mind I search for words- - - - - - - - - - - - - - There was something about the way this man was acting that was getting to Cole, though he couldn’t quite pin point it. Even with out being able to read his mind in that moment he was trained his whole life to read people by the tone in their voice, the words they choose, even on some small body movement most seeing people couldn’t see, but Cole could hear. Like tapping their foot or shifting in their seats. All things that could tell Cole something about the people around him. But even with all the information the man was giving off about himself Cole had no clue what his angle was. It was clear that he was frustrated that Cole had “misunderstood” what he had meant, however he seemed to want to befriend him in a way. He spoke kindly, though Cole was still aware of the slight edge that he was “better” then him in his tone. He had sat down which meant he didn’t plan on leaving soon, determined. Determined to figure out “what was going on”. Cole always shock his head as the thought popped into his head. He knew it wasn’t his own, knew that it had come from this man. But what did it mean?
Cole listened for more strained of the thought, but as it turned he wasn’t quite emotional enough to share anything else. Cole smiled at the man as he talked. Almost pleaded with him to slip his secret, though in a professional way. Cole imagined it was much like a lawyer or cop trying to get information out of a suspect. “Why should I tell you?” He asked. There was no reason to go calling out to the world, to anyone, that he could read minds. Especially not a stranger. He wasn’t even sure he’d have told his best friend Roger if he was still alive. People would never feel comfortable around him knowing that he could very well hear their thoughts, though even more important was the issue that this man was a stranger. Sure Cole liked to be around new people and hang out as it were, but he wasn’t going to be open with them. Especially not this man who seemed to adamant in his right to know.
Which brought the sixteen year old to the earlier question. “What was going on?” And even more importantly how had be known that something was wrong with his mind? Maybe he wasn’t the only one that had powers, maybe this man was also reading his thoughts but didn’t know it. Didn’t understand and thought Cole could help him, which of course he phrased in that he could help Cole. But even then it didn’t make sense. Cole hared things that he didn’t understand. Hated being in the dark. And of course when ever that happened the best way to get through it was to make a joke. “Hey, don’t say there’s something wrong with my mind. That’s not very nice. Especially to a cripple.” He said with a small laugh. Sure it might not have been a good idea seeing the reaction to his last joke of sorts. But what was this man going to do? Cole didn’t have to talk if he didn’t want to, freedom of speech and all.
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Post by Joseph Arkus on Feb 9, 2011 21:48:46 GMT
He shook his head, more to himself than to the young man. Was he gonna have to do this in a polite, proper manner? Admittedly, he'd not gone about finding out about the whole thing in a particularly perfect manner, but surely a man could find out something about someone who was blind without having to go through this whole vajazzle?
"Listen, kid,"
[/b] he started, unsure how he was gonna phrase this. "Either you're going to help me, or you're not. I'd prefer to know now, so that I don't end up wasting my time,"[/b] he said, taking a deep breath, and massaging his temples a little more, trying to relieve the stress he was under. Joseph Arkus was a busy man, and he did not have time for such crazy shenanigans. His lunch break wasn't long enough for this. "Please. You have to tell me what it is that's different about you, and don't try the 'blind' thing again. I need to know. I can help you. Whatever it is that's happened, I can fix it, and I can make it go away,"[/b] Something was wrong. he didn't know where these words were coming from. Common sense told him that he couldn't help this child, if it was something bad that was wrong with him, other than his blindness. But something, something was telling him that he could, that whatever was odd about this boy, he could make him normal. What was it? What was all of this? His head was saturated with questions, and it hurt. it physically hurt. He needed to sort this out. Joseph squeezed his skull, trying to release the pain. "Listen. Seriously, you're a funny guy and everything - have a medal—"[/b] he said, tossing a pound coin at the young man for his effort. He didn't take into account that he couldn't be able to see it, and it clattered on the table in front of the boy. heh, he'd find it just fine. Joseph didn't want to give him special treatment or anything. —but i need to know what it is that is different about you. It's not something physical it's... I don't even know, but it's unnatural. Please. You have to tell me,"[/b] he said. He was trying to keep his voice calm and cool as it usually was, but at times like this he couldn't help but begin to break down a little. He needed to find some answers, and he was starting to get desperate. [/blockquote][/sup][/justify] Heh, sorry. He'll be less crazy later XD |
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Post by Cole Price on Feb 11, 2011 17:21:23 GMT
And all the things you never heard
While in my mind I search for words- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Cole wasn‘t to sure anymore if this guy was meaning to be hostel or kind. His was flat, maybe even sometimes sensitive, but the words sounded harsher. It was quite a puzzle to the blind teenager and he really hated it. He was able to catch a few fleeting thoughts, more of individual words, none of which made much sense to the boy with out the rest of the sentence to help him along. What was the point of having a power that could help him if it didn‘t even work half the time? “You know what’s a waste of time? This conversation.” Cole said leaning his elbows on the table. If this man wasn’t going to be polite and respect that fact that he wasn’t going to talk to him then Cole didn’t have to be respectful either. It was a rare thing for the kid to do, but being the nice guy all the time just sometime didn’t work. And frankly Cole was getting feed up with this. He just wanted a nice quiet day in the library not to harassed about this.
Cole leaned back in his chair as Joseph began to talk again, this time it was clear he was done playing the I’m better then you card. His voice was actually almost frantic. However he wasn’t sure he wanted his gift to go away. Sure it was weird and not always the best thing. But it had opened a whole new life for him. Given him a sixth sense that could replace his lack of vision. He could almost be more normal, which was really odd since reading people’s minds was just about as far off from being normal as one could get. Yet some how it worked. Turning away from the bitterness he had expressed before Cole said, “You see I might not be able to see, but I can sure see that I don’t need your help.” Though the words could have been taken as harsh the way Cole spoke them made the phrase funny, emphasizing the word “see” every time he said it.
Cole was not however expecting the man to try and pay him, or what ever he meant the pound to mean. He didn’t move a muscle when he heard the distinct sound of the metal hit the table. He didn’t quite get why Joseph had given it to him, whether he thought he needed the money or that by paying him he would want to talk, spill all those little secrets he was keeping. It would have taken a lot more money for him to do that and even then he wasn’t sure he would take it. Wasn’t sure what the point was. He didn’t need money didn’t care for it. And he wasn’t about to take this coin. Thus it just sat there untouched. When the man left he could grab it back up and take it with him, or he could leave it and who ever saw it laying on the table first could have it.
At this point Cole could hear the pain in the man’s voice. Could even hear someone the desperate whispers of thoughts about the pain, nothing big just a few words here and there. Cole had never heard much from people when they were in pain, but in the end that was an emotion to so it seemed natural that if the man’s mood continued to progress down that rode Cole would be able to know exactly what he was thinking. But did he really want that? Did he really want to force the man to that point to know what was going on? Cole wanted nothing more then to help people his whole life and now it seemed this man was asking for his help. An odd turn of events since before he had been offering to help Cole. The teenager knew that he needed to help him. “Listen… I don’t know what to do here… I mean I just can’t go babbling about things like this to anyone. How do I know I can trust you?” He asked hoping for an answer he really wanted to be. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by Joseph Arkus on Feb 13, 2011 12:43:22 GMT
Damn kids. Why didn't this little man understand the importance of this. He was hardly going to go turning him in to the police for whatever strange thing was going on. He just needed to know, because.. He just did. He had to. It was vital - absolutely vital. He tried to calm himself down, taking a few more deep breaths, and checking his rolex watch for the time.
"Listen, i don't have much time. Are you going to tell me, or not?"
[/b] he asked. he ignored the kids cheap digs and sight jokes. Joseph wondered why he kept bringing it up. He seemed like he wanted to be thought of as normal, so bringing up his disability every second of the day seemed to be a strange way to go about keeping it at bay. "Yeah—funny thing, you do need my help. You think whatever it is, is going to go unnoticed forever? You think, that once they find out about it, they'll let you continue on as you were? They won't. They'll take you away,"[/b] he said, trying to scare the guy into telling him now. perhaps this way would work. he felt a little odd, speaking about the boy's odd quality when he didn't even know what the odd quality was, but that was just the way it was playing out, it seemed. So that was fine - he wasn't going to make a big deal of it, not until he found out what it was he was dealing with here. Something was changing to though. As he observed the boy, he began to sense something more about him. Mind. Yes, it was definitely something to do with that. But he needed to know more. Mind simply wasn't enough. He looked into the boys eyes, and he could feel something. He just didn't know what. It was almost as if the young man was peering into his very soul. What was happening? He nodded, trying to understand the kids point of view. He was worried, afraid even. Who wouldn't be. Joseph was a very sophisticated and intimidating fellow - who could blame the child. What joseph needed to do, was find a way around this. "You can trust me, because.."[/b] he paused, thinking over what it was he was about to say, and the ramifications of it. "...I think we're in the same boat. Think about it. How else would I have known that you've got whatever it is. I must be able to sense it somehow.."[/b] he said, more to himself at this moment. Was this what he was? But... what was he sensing? That was what he needed to know. "I need to know what it is i'm sensing. Come on - tell me,"[/b] he asked, one last time, running his hands through his hair, before sitting up again and sighing. He hoped this worked. [/justify][/blockquote][/sup] No problemo~ |
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