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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 4, 2011 9:47:59 GMT -5
Emerson arrived the night before. The first thing he did was throw his duffel bag onto the bed. Pull his laptop out and sat at his desk. He knew they had some online chat thing. They gave him a bunch of information on just about everything when he was down in the main office. It was incredibly late but Emerson still figured he'd probably be able to meet a couple of people, at least online and it'd be a good start but unfortunately for him. It started with a girl noticing just how much he looked like his brother then freaking out about it. He figured the people who knew James probably wouldn't want much to do with him and he was alright with that.
James was a psycho. Family or not, he knew this and he wasn't gonna get delusional and think any different. He knew what the guy was, he had lived with him for a couple of months, he knew just about everything. It was weird and creepy how after a while James just started telling him all this stuff like it was nothing and Emerson was just freaked out and had to watch his back from then on cause he just plain did not trust the guy no matter how nice he was being.
That all didn't matter now though. He was here where hopefully things would be better. His last school knew about his condition and they did what they could but it just wasn't they same. It wasn't really manageable so his mother figured this place was going to be worth a try. He could see how it goes and if he didn't like it, she could just as easily pulling him out and let him go back to his old school back in Baltimore.
Walking down the hallway, people seemed to be doing their own thing, trying to get to their classes, it was close to lunch time by now and Emerson still hadn't really spoken to too many people but that didn't matter. He would take his time to get used to this place. Moving up the stairwell, he fell to the side slightly, dropping his books as he leaned against the wall for a second before sliding down. He was sprawled across a few steps and out like a light. The guy even still had his med bracelet explaining the narcolepsy and cataplexy that he had. It was what he wore outside because it was essential and he didn't really need it here but he hadn't had the chance to take it off yet.
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Post by miranda on Aug 4, 2011 11:13:19 GMT -5
 miranda hadn't been here for very long, only a few days and she was still a little iffy of the place. she missed home, she hated this change, it scared her and even worse, the fact that everyone knew she was different. her family (and now probably her friends) knew that she was a freak who had no desire for sex, the thoughts never crossed her mind, and she didn't think anything of it until kailen was talking about cute boys and sex. miranda had scrunched her nose at her sister and well then they figured out that miranda was different and she was afraid to be that. she needed to fit in, and being here was good for that. everyone had something wrong with them, and she planned on only letting people know of her nightterrors and then she could at least feel and seem normal. though she had met nice people here, there were jerks and one of those was alex. he had said something about her and she was scared. extremely scared, so she hid, with hope. the nice girl who translated for her when she was scared and couldn't figure out the english translations for things. yeah she was born in america, and she knew english really well, but it was her second language and when she was nervous or afraid, a lot of words drew a blank and irish just started spewing out. kailen was always miranda's translator and the girl missed her sister.f
it was hard on her to not have her twin with her, but she at least had a few nice people who didn't scare her. that was good, very very good for her and hopefully alex didn't like her anymore, or want to do whatever it was that he wants from her. she was sure she knew, but it wasn't something she wanted to think about. it was probably what her father always wanted when he came into her room. she didn't like what he wanted, because she didn't want it. she didn't like that, she didn't want it from anyone and she especially didn't want it from some guy she just met, she wasn't even attracted to guys, romantically. so she was trying to avoid the boy as best she could, though she had only ran into him on chat, and well that was fine. she could deal with him there, it was better than meeting him in person. cause then he could do that thing he wanted to do to her. he could hurt her, and those were the thoughts going on in her head as she walked through the halls of the school, not watching where she was going and not really caring where it was she was going to end up. which was how she ended up going to the stairs, though she wasn't sure she needed to go to the stairs
as she tried to get her way out of the building, that was when she saw the boy spread out on the floor. being who she was, miranda slowed, and walked closer to the boy, her eyes wide. she was scared that the kid was dead, and she wasn't so sure she could handle seeing a dead body today. she knelt down next to him, and sighed when she read the bracelets. "buíochas a ghabháil le Dia" she mumbled before sighing.
words: five hundred eighty four
outfit: here
tags: -v- with emerson
notes: nothing
credit: lillianporter of caution 2.0
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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 4, 2011 18:37:38 GMT -5
Emerson was used to having these episodes from time to time. It was a new school, a new place, new people, new everything and he was out of Baltimore which hadn't really happened until recently, so yes it was a lot to deal with and that meant his episodes might be just a little more frequent in the beginning.
He was fine with that though. Emerson had lived with this his whole life. In fact he stayed pretty calm because of it, just to avoid any added emotional stress that might trigger it. Having one mid-day around a bunch of strangers was definitely not something new for him. It had happened out of the streets, in the park, just about everywhere. Even his mother wasn't phased by it when he was a kid. He didn't really get it until he was about five and having a five year old run around at his friend's birthday party then fall on the ground seemingly unconscious was a scary thing but thankfully his mother was a nurse so she knew to deal with it calmly and figure out what had happened.
Things had been pretty routine since then. Emerson never really thought it was a big deal and it wasn't unless he happened to get hurt. Lying on the floor, it was a few minutes before he stirred. Hearing a voice saying something.. Though there seemed to be no recognizable words at all in what the female voice was saying. Getting up slowly, his blue eyes were focused on the floor as he gathered up his books like nothing had happened. He looked up and saw her. That bright red hair was what he noticed first. "Hey," he said, standing up.
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Post by miranda on Aug 5, 2011 12:22:39 GMT -5
miranda was no good in situations where she had no control over the outcome, and this situation wasn't one she was comfortable in. she wasn't scared, its not like this would screw anything about her up. it wouldn't change her life drastically and it wasn't going to change her into some unique crazy being. so she was fine to kneel down there and wait for the boy to wake up, just in case something bad really did happen. like he hit his head, but there was no blood, so that was obviously out of the question. but still, she wanted to at least ask him if he was okay, maybe see if he wanted any water or help carrying anything.
but suddenly he was up and picking up his things and she stood up and moved out of his way. she was hoping she would be able to speak in english and that it wouldn't come out as gibberish or something. "hello," she managed with her odd mix of both an irish and southern accent. she was relieved she had gotten that out in english, then again her nerves were calming down now that the boy was awake and what seemed like he was well.
now all that was left was to make sure he wasn't a creep like every other guy here seemed to be. then again, he hadn't exactly attacked her yet, so that was good on her part and it kept her nerves down enough where she was sure she could speak in english and not start mumbling things in irish. "uh..are you..um okay?" she wanted to hide and not have to deal with people, even though she wanted to meet this boy and become friends. it was just hard to muster up the courage to keep talking instead of hiding out in complete fear. she managed to stay where she was and not walk away, "do you..need....uisce..um water?" her nerves were getting out of hand and she wasn't sure how much of this she was going to be able to take, she was afraid he'll snap at her and telling her to screw off, but she was hoping he wouldn't do such a thing.
words: three hundred and eighty four
outfit: here
tags: -v- with emerson
notes: nada
credit: lillianporter of caution2.0
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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 5, 2011 12:41:04 GMT -5
Emerson just looked up at the girl with amazing bright red hair. "Hi," he said when she said hello. She seemed to have some kind of accent that he couldn't quite place but he didn't question it.
"Oh, yeah, fine," he said like it was no big deal. he was mostly just trying to shrug it off and pretend it was nothing so that no one else made a big deal out of it. The girl seemed a little shy or something and that made the conversation just a little awkward which was perfectly normal for Emerson.
Emerson just smiled. "Nah, it just happens sometimes. I'll be fine," he assured her. "My name's Emerson," he told her. It seemed like an introduction was in order and it was the best way to get her name too. He didn't know why she was here but th girl did seem a little on the timid side so he was reasonably sure she wasn't dangerous or anything.
He wasn't like a professional profiler or anything but Emerson had always been a pretty good judge of character most of the time. Sure, some people fooled him from time to time but never long term. James had fooled him. He was so sure that the guy was normal and it turned out he wasn't but Emerson wasn't going to make that mistake again. This time though, he was pretty sure she was fine.
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Post by miranda on Aug 6, 2011 10:31:49 GMT -5
when he said he was okay she was relieved, she didn't want to have to take him to the infirmary or something. sick people weren't one of her phobias, but they did scare her. then again it was a school, so there probably weren't tons of actually sick sick people there. maybe some people going through withdrawls or something and those people seemed honestly sick. so yeah infirmary was on her list of places to avoid, that and the hospital in town. she was going to have to be the healthiest person alive and avoid people who harm others for fun. anything to keep her away from seeing people hurt and having no ability to control the situation.
"my name is miranda," she said smoothly, all her nerves were finally done with and she felt calmer. he was okay, and he seemed honestly nice, there wasn't much else to be afraid of and so she just smiled at him. "i'm glad you're okay," she said honestly, even if she was more glad that he was okay for selfish reasons, she was still glad. but she couldn't get that nagging feeling to help him to go away, so she brushed her bright red hair to the side and smiled at him.
"are you..um..sure you don't want..um..nothing?" she hated being useless and that's how she felt right now in this situation. so the nerves came back and she wasn't sure how to take control of this situation and help. "do..you want to..go to..lunch?" if he said no, she wasn't sure what she would do this was an odd situatiion to be in and she didn't like it one bit.
words: two hundred ninety six
outfit: here
tags: -v- with emerson
notes: nada
credit: lillianporter of caution 2.0
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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 7, 2011 2:47:19 GMT -5
"Well it's nice to meet you Miranda," he said, just being polite because that was how this works. He didn't know what to say to her. She found him unconscious and said hello.. that was not a normal social situation but then Emerson should probably be used to that. He had been stuck in a whole variety of weird and awkward social situations so this was nothing compared to that.
"Thanks," he said with a smile. What else was one suppose to say to that? He knew he was okay but she obviously didn't in the beginning so it made sense but it was still always awkward. Some people actually got annoyed too when they found out he wasn't actually hurt so in comparison, her reaction was great.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he said. He didn't need water or anything. He just needed to not be embarrased about randomly passing out liek that thanks to his condition. Course, he was hungry too but then that was probably because it was suppose to be lunch time soon or now.. Then she mentioned it and he grinned.
"Yeah, I was just gonna do that anyways," he said, moving to head down int he right direction. It'd be nice to talk to someoen anyway. Emerson still needed to meet new people and all of that.
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Post by miranda on Aug 7, 2011 11:52:47 GMT -5
miranda didn't like awkward social situations, they freaked her out in more ways than one. not knowing what to say and not having that needed control she always longed for, it caused her nerves to jump all over the place. but finally her nerves had settled and she wasn't going to do anything that would cause them to go crazy again. "it's nice to meet you too," she managed to say without any problems.
she just nodded at him, she was honestly happy he was okay and not only for the selfish control reasons. she cared about people and that was kind of bad on her part sometimes but she did care and she wanted him to be more than okay. she just had no clue how to make that happen so she decided to not dwell on it for long, cause she knew if she did her nerves would go berserk again and she didn't want that.
"okay. that's good," she said happy to get it out without her voice breaking and she was glad he was okay. since he seemed to not want anything, well she couldn't force him to take something, that was ruder than not asking. so she just nodded and sighed when he said he was going to eat lunch anyway. she felt better now that he seemed to be really okay and well she was fine with going to lunch with someone. she didn't like eating alone, and well she only knew a few people and not very well either. "are you new here too," she asked, just being curious old miranda. she was gonna feel horrible if he's been here for awhile and she assumed wrongly.
words: two hundred ninety one
outfit: here
tags: v with emerson
notes: blady blah
credit to lillianporter of caution2.0
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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 8, 2011 9:26:32 GMT -5
Awkward social situations practically made up his entire life. Emerson's constant bouts of sleep made things real awkward real fast so he just got used to it and learned to laugh it off... Well, without literally laughing because then the cataplexy kicked in and that actually looked even weirder than the narcolepsy and it tended to get the worse reactions because the loss of muscle control basically made him look like a jelly fish just collapsing to the ground the trying to get up.
Emerson just smiled. This girl seemed nice. A lot of people here seemed nice so far. He kept getting told about the ones to avoid but the boy hadn't actually met any of those. So far just about everyone he had seen or spoken too seemed nice enough or perfectly harmless which in a way was just plain lucky.
She did seem concerned though and although that sort of thing did get old after seeing the same look about fifty times a day from strangers, Emerson still managed to smile and be grateful for any help. It was just eaiser to be nice about it than to genoyed. It wasn't as though he could do much to change it anyway and what would be the point? There was no cure for what he had.. It was just about the only thing he had in common with his deranged brother.. Other than the obvious similar features.
He walked with her as they headed to the cafeteria for lunch. "Yeah, I got here last night," he said, looking back up at her with a smile. "How long have you been here?" he asked, just making conversation. He wasn't the best at meeting strangers but he did well enough.
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Post by miranda on Aug 9, 2011 10:33:16 GMT -5
miranda was kind of happy he wasn't some creeper like that alex boy on chat. that boy scared the crap out of her, and she wasn't one to be afraid of actual people. but here she was, having nightmares about him and that upset her even more than just being in the new place. being in a new place with people like her father. coming here seemed like a blessing, getting away from her father. of course she much rather have kailen with her, but she knows her father wouldn't harm her. he seemed to only go after miranda, and the reasons behind that was unknown to her but she dealt with it.
she hoped her father wouldn't hurt kailen while she was gone, all miranda wanted was for her sister to be safe with her. far away from their screwed up family. her thoughts were interrupted when she felt someone run into her. she cringed away, waiting or the boy to say something "watch where your going," was what she got so she mumbled a sorry and just kept going.
"oh. thats cool i guess," she said with a smile. "almost a week." she wasn't so sure how she liked it here, was it good or bad. hope was good, summer was okay. there were other nice people who she talked to, but for the most part she stayed to herself. "i just hope this place doesn't become horribly unbearable."
words: two hundred and forty six
outfit: here
tags: v with emerson
notes: blah kind of bad. my muse died but i wanted to post. i skipped yesterday
credit: lillianporter of caution 2.0
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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 9, 2011 18:37:44 GMT -5
Emerson noticed the collision but the guy was gone before he could say anything more or he simply muttered a "that was rude," as an after thought. It really was though. Not everyone here were so bad but there were a few people who just didn't seem to care at all. The ones that just challenged everything and fought against authority and made everyone's lives miserably. It wasn't as though it was actually difficult to be considerate or at least moderately polite and it wasn't asking for much either.
Emerson smiled back when she did. "A week? That's pretty good," he decided. "It probably gives you enough time to meet a couple of new people," he said. A week would probably be enough time to get settled.. Though in a place like this, he wasn' sure if that would ever happen. It wasn't easy with some of the people who were here with you and Emerson could see that already but he wasn't one to question it. It was what it was after all and he could only deal with it as best he could.
The boy had never been the type to stand up and say something. He didn't have a dominant bone in his body which to some might be a bad thing but he didn't mind it so much. He got along just fine this way and hadn't had a problem yet.
"Yeah I hope so too," he said, agreeing completely with that. He didn't really know what to expect and although he had met some really nice people, James was an indication for the hidden bad that was out there too.
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Post by miranda on Aug 15, 2011 18:15:14 GMT -5
miranda was not used to this kind of thing, and that in and of itself was scary to her. she was from a town of only two hundred and something people. it was a really small town and the school was just three buildings, one for each grade. she never had to meet new people, or try to find her way around a huge place. or well a crowded place like this one. so when the boy ran into her, well it was kind of freaky and she didn't know how to handle it. thinking it was normal for someone to be rude, though when emerson said it was rude, well she felt a little better that it wasn't just her being strange, but actually being slightly normal for once.
she just shrugged, she wasn't so sure a week was really that long. not enough time to actually trust someone. though she kind of trusted hope, because she well was nice. and she helped translate for her, and well she seemed to dislike alex and well she also seemed worried for miranda when alex talked about harming her. then again, miranda wasn't sure why the guy would want her. or what he wanted with her. well she knew, but that didn't mean she liked that idea. sex was disgusting to her, it just didn't seem right, and well she just never thought about having it.
"yeah..but i'm sure its gonna turn bad," she said with a shrug, not wanting to elaborate on that and just kept walking, not sure what to say or bring up. she wasn't much of a talkative person and usually needed a nudge to start being more out there, and usually some people could get her to talk freely.
words: three hundred and two
outfit: here
tags: v with emerson
notes: blahdy blah
credit: lillianporter of caution 2.0
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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 26, 2011 4:14:09 GMT -5
It was nice to be able to talk to someone like this. Emerson had to try to be as normal as possible in a normal school and it just seemed to fail miserably. His closest friends knew about his problems and they managed to ignore it and just be his friends but people outside of that small circle just didn't get it. They'd look at him funny and just not understand.
Being at Hawthorne was suppose ot be better. Everyone here had their own problems so his wouldn't exactly be unique or even stand out much... Or at least that was the plan... Too bad things didn't quite work out the way it was suppose to. Apparently some of the people here were actually dangerous and all Emerson could do was to try and avoid them. It didn't help that some people knew James. It didn't help that they saw how much they looked alike and just plain hated him for it, but at least there were nice people too and Miranda seemed to be one of them.
"Yeah, I don't want to think it will but I guess I agree with you," Emerson admitted. There were a few nice ones but he just wasn't getting good vibes from this school. Something about it was off but he just couldn't quite figure out exactly what it was.
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