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Post by Bastion R. Williams on Oct 18, 2006 16:46:56 GMT -8
((OOC: Yeah, that's right Bastion is actually trying to start a thread. Anyone may join, just to talk, or attack me. Have fun, I just want to try something fun and different.))
What an odd specimen...
Bastion was crouched on his haunches looking at the only flower that stood out to him... Well, it was the only purple and gold flower in a sea of white flowers. It was rather odd to see a flower like that in a forest of mainly white flowers... almost as if someone had planted that flower there.
Bastion rose and smiled. He thought about that fact for awhile... the thought of someone planting the flower there, and for what reason... perhaps to declare someone's love for another to the world? To mark a certain occasion? But Bastion walked on, out of the forest clearing and down the rarely used path he had been on. Bastion stopped halfway, looking at the foliage of the trees on this cool fall day.
He was wearing his black trenchcoat, which was draped over his white vest and blue-grey button-up shirt. It was unusual for him to not be wearing his white blazer, but it was also odd for him to be out and about. Normally he would be seen at home, grading papers and coming up with tests and quizzes. However, today he had decided to talk a walk and cool off, allow himself some downtime fro his constant school-centered schedule. But that was how he operated, and quite well actually. Bastion had always been used to high-stress environments, and thrived there too. But he did require some time to cool down every so often.
Bastion glanced around him to take in more of the scenery, and to just "smell the roses"; metaphorically speaking, since roses would never bloom so late in the year. Bastion then walked up to a tree, and looked at it's bark, noticing a worn out marking in the tree... it appeared to be two names with a plus sign in between them... a sign of love between two people. Perhaps he had been right about that flower earlier. But Bastion didn't really care. In fact, he just wanted to sit and take all of this in, allowing himself as much downtime as he could before going back to his schedule of grading papers, making up quizzes, and writing out notices...
Bastion sighed as he leaned up against the tree and slipped down to a sitting position at the base of the tree. Perhaps this time would be so bad... he would definitely have to do this more often.
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Post by zea on Oct 18, 2006 17:09:13 GMT -8
It was a nice, breezy day out. The dark-haired lady stumbled through, mmm, the park? She'd been new to the city and it was ever so obvious that she didn't really know where she was, but it was nice to just be out; just taking in all the scenery and the fresh air, her gaze fell to the ground as she walked about a little dirt path, something depressing grew in the depths of this young woman's eyes.
Sorrow.
A simple black coat that hung a small bit above her knees with two large buttons and an attached belt that was done up tightly about her small waist kept her warm, dark blue jeans covered her legs and simple, flat-heeled black shoes hugged the little feet as she continued to walk. Her search for him ... she didn't find him ... she didn't find Patrick. Depression, sorrow, agony. It all was wound up well deep inside her, but she continued on until finally coming to a small batch of white flowers. In the sum of the many she spotted a simple, pretty colored one.
"Colored? Why should it be colored?" She asked herself quietly, but continued on. Maybe it'd been planted by someone after all the other ones arose and bloomed, only stopping for the moment, she continued on. Finally taking the time to look up, she saw a roughly older man -- it was obvious in his appearance, his age -- sitting by a tree. He looked lonely, she figured he had some issues of his own, or maybe not, maybe only she did... maybe only her life was so terrible. So ... lonely.
"It's ... nice out, isn't it?" She asked, a slight stumble upon her opener.
((Ahh, just a little intrude. *shrug*))
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Post by Bastion R. Williams on Oct 18, 2006 19:07:22 GMT -8
((OOC: Don't mind the "intrude", nice to rp with someone again.))
"It sure is. The kind of day that almost makes one cares and worries go away... almost."
Odd. Normally Bastion would have looked up before answering; but now, for some weird reason, he didn't. He just opened his mouth and spoke, only now opening his eyes and turning his head to peer at the young lady that had addressed him. However, Bastion immediately recognized the look on her face, which was mostly coming through her eyes... the look of lonesome sorrow. As if you lost someone or something dear to you... and you have no idea of how to get it back, if at all possible.
"However, by your eyes... I'd say even a day like this wouldn't wash away your cares. Perhaps I could help in some strange way?... Even though you don't know me... I am a teacher at a local school, if that helps at all."
Bastion sat forward, leaning away from the tree while adjusting his arms and legs to make himself more comfortable. This young lady... something in her eyes... it almost made Bastion sorrowful... as if this young lady's pain was so great that everyone else could feel it as well. But Bastion had to help, if he could... it was his nature as an Englishman to.
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Post by zea on Oct 18, 2006 19:34:39 GMT -8
Zea bit down on her tongue hard. Children in their pre-schooling years would probably burst into tears and run to their parents if they had accidentally bit their tongues, in hope of thy relieving them of their pain since sometimes a bite on the tongue could probably hurt a great deal, but she didn't even wince. The fact that her pain was visible, her sadness, it made her want to just tear herself apart slowly, pull out her hair and incinerate her bones after skinning herself and exposing her muscles.
Oh, Zea, do stop it...
She begged herself, looking down at her feet so the gentleman wouldn't see her tears. The liquid went from one end to the other but it didn't fall or leave it's flexible white base, instead it just dried, almost as fast as it had appeared. Zea sucked it up, she raised her head and walked over to a small open space on the ground across from the man, letting the trail stand in between them. She poked the uneven earth with her finger and breathed slowly,
"I... maybe," Zea replied, it really didn't occur to her that he had offered to help her in a strange way and what he had in mind wasn't anything Zea was thinking about, he said he was a teacher at a school. And maybe Patrick attended that school. Maybe he was the answer, maybe ... "Does anyone named Patrick go to your school? Because maybe, maybe then you could..." Forget it, Zea... She pleaded with herself, tears wanted to come out but she didn't let them, she held them back. She was being strong. It was a little late for that but ... at least she was now.
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Post by Bastion R. Williams on Oct 28, 2006 7:28:13 GMT -8
Bastion thought about his rosters... Patrick? Even though that wasn't the most common name, there could be multiple Patrick's in the school, and some that go by a nickname.
"Could you give me his last name? Or does he go by a nickname? I know of at least two or three Patrick's in my classes alone."
It was almost hurtful to know that this young lady was looking for someone... a young man, perhaps a lover. But it was not Bastion place to ask about such things. He would help her to find this young man she wanted to locate, even if he had to use means that most people wouldn't normally use. Bastion looked at the young woman, not seeing any visible tears, but still sensing an immense amount of sorrow on her face... This woman, what had she gone through to cause this pain?
"Ma'am, I will promise this to you now. I will find your Patrick however I can. Even if I have to travel across the country to find someone who met him once, I will help you end your pain."
Now this was odd... Bastion wasn't normally one that was so willing to give everything up to help, but he also hated to see people in an immense amount of pain. It had always bothered him to see that.
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Post by zea on Oct 28, 2006 12:44:28 GMT -8
A painful surge made loops through Zea's head as she shook it, a little tear appeared in her eye, she wiped it away and then exhaled. Just drop it, Zea... this is where it ends. She told herself, and sadly, it was the truth.
"I... I don't know his last name,"
She said, tapping her fingers against the uneven ground, she sighed. "You know ... I ... I don't really think that's appropriate, I ... " She didn't know how to say, how to say that she had forgotten about him, or that she would, because maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she couldn't...
This man was being so nice, so generous, but she didn't want to ruin his life like she probably had ruined Patrick's? No. That was not in her agenda, Zea shook her head and tried out a smile. "I don't think that's necessary, I think ... maybe I'll ... call his ... parents, and ask, I... I'm very grateful for your generosity but..."
Zea couldn't speak anymore, she didn't know Patrick's parents' number, she didn't know what to do, she wasn't sure of anything besides the fact that she didn't want her problems to effect this man's life.
((Short... running out of ideas.))
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