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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 4, 2011 18:17:51 GMT -5
Emerson never really hated the fact that he suffered from these conditions. he could complain about it from time to time and yes it was a huge inconvenience but he was the sort of guy that just took things one step at a time and did what he did no matter how hard it was. Out in the real world it was pretty bad. Without his med bracelet, people would think something had happen and do all kinds of crazy things to try and wake him up. It wasn't fun getting an ambulance called when you didn't actually need it.
It was worse when it was the cataplexy instead of the narcolepsy because then, Emerson would be completely conscious, he just couldn't move at all. It was like loosing control of all his muscles all at once and not being able to do a thing about it. He could hear and if his eyes were open, he could see the people around him trying to help and all he could do was wish that they would leave him alone and let this thing work itself out because usually he was up again in a few minutes anyway, but people didn't know that.
The common room seemed to be a safe place to be. classes were over and everyone was doing their own thing. Emerson found a nice spot on the couch and placed his laptop down, going through e-mails. There were a couple of people in there but that didn't bother him. He didn't know them anyway and he wasn't about to just go up and talk to some stranger. That would just be weird so instead he surfed the net for a while and soon one of his friends back home sent him a link and demanded that he watch it.
He still had his headphones on, sitting back on he couch looking quite comfortable as he hit play on the video. As it turned out, it was a funny little video and Emerson started laughing and then BAM, he falls over on the couch, unable to move a muscle. It took a second but then his fingers were twitching and he was slowly getting back up.
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Post by echo on Aug 7, 2011 17:30:43 GMT -5
 '' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know[/color][/font][/color] [/center]
echo nadine dyer, well, this place was interesting to her, but at the same time it was kind of dull, she found some of the people here to be rather annoying and she didn't care to deal with them. which was why she really had not been out of her dorm much. the girl was here for impulse anger issues. she didn’t really think it was so implosive to beat a bitch because of what she did to her happiness in fact she found that to be rather alright and she didn’t care that she had hurt her or anything because karma was a bitch, but that was not the only reason they diagnosed her with this. she would fight with her parent, purposely piss people off, constantly have an attitude. her parents just could not stand it anymore and well they looked into this place and the only reason that she came willingly without throwing blows was because of her little pride and joy, but no one needed to know about those details of her life. what happens in vegas stays in vegas, but that was like never true for half the cases that left vegas and echo was aware of that. her story was vegas born and raised though so it was kind of easy keeping it there minus the fact that she was now in maine in the midst of nowhere in her opinion.
fashion, was one of her do’s some of the time. the girl thought she’d dress it up and kind of go out and walk around this place. so maybe it was over doing it a little, but she felt comfortable in what she was wearing and to top it off she put her hat on and looked in the mirror smiling at herself. she looked around at the clothes she had taken out and shrugged. fuck it it wasn’t like she had a roommate or parents here to tell her what to do so she didn’t really care one way or another. she grabbed her phone and her key and locked up her dorm before sliding them both into her jean pockets and she was off. the first place the dorm rooms all connected to was the common room. there was music playing and people chillin’ she glanced over to see kind of what the crowd really looked like they all seemed kind of lame...to her anyways... the boy sitting on the couch began laughing and all of a sudden he began to like spazz out. it was way fucking creepy. echo nadine, normally wouldn’t have cared, but when she walked around she saw her a.m. buddy and raised a brow. ”hey hey kid you okay?” she asked the mother instinct in her kind of taking over, but she really didn’t know what the fuck to do.
the kid had been weird in a sense randomly spacing out before replies, but echo really didn’t put two and two together and she forgot if he mentioned what he was here for and what not nor did she particularly care at the moment of him mentioning it, because she had her own damn life to worry about and that was how it always worked with the teenager well minus the other life, but right now that wasn’t in her midst’s emerson was. ”what the hell...” she muttered trying to figure out what to do.. uh uh i’ll go get the nurse...” she said in her delayed panic as she began to kind of walk off the scene only problem she didn’t know where the hell the nurse was located! she looked down the midst of the halls all connect to the rooms there had to be one somewhere, but she was lost. they couldn’t have like no nurse near the rooms with all these freaks in here.
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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 7, 2011 19:52:08 GMT -5
The laptop still sat on the table and the video still played. It was one hell of a funny video too which didn't help him very much. Even if he couldn't move, he could still see it from that angle with his eyes open and he could still hear it through the earphones and it was still continuing to be incredibly funny so even when there was a pause and Emerson could twitch his fingers a little and prepare to push himself up, it would start back up again and he was be back down again.
Even from there, he could see it had another two minutes to go. Some of his friends were just plain cruel like that. There was no warning with the link, just a comment about it being good and that he just had to see it. Emerson could see that it had about another two minutes to go. Ahh, juuust great. He was gonna be stuck there unless he could pull his attention away from it for long enough to recover but the problem was, even if he didn't look at it, he could still hear it and it was still hilarious.
He was going to have to kill his friend for that one.. Though not literally considering Emerson was nothing like his brother... Half-brother. Emerson heard a voice, a female voice, even over the soft sounds of the video playing in his ears. He pushed himself up a little to try and get up but starting laughing and collapsed again. He was entirely conscious and he knew she was there, he just couldn't turn to even look at her. Though the voice wasn't familiar, he knew that much at least.
It couldn't last forever though, he knew that. The sad part was, the guy did love a good laugh, it was just embarrassing around strangers who had no idea what the hell was going on or even what to do about it. He was used to it but they never were.
He could hear her speaking. 'what the hell' was exactly right! Emerson knew how weird this must look, he just laughed after and was back down before he could get up. The video ended right around then and he still felt weak but he managed to swing an arm over the wire of the earphones, pulling them out. "Wait," he called out, slowly getting half-way up again as he spoke. "Cataplexy, totally normal," he said, laughing again because to him this was kind of funny now, especially since he was always in that head space.
Of course, that only led to him collapsing again right after telling her it was 'totally normal'. He pushed himself up again after a second and just sat there, back against the couch as he took a deep breath. "I'm fine," he said, recovering nicely as he looked over but the girl was already heading out into the hall.
Emerson pushed himself off the couch and slowly moved over tot he doorway, leaning against the frame to hold himself up as he looked at the back of her head. "I'm fine. This is.. normal for me," he told her. Yeah, there were a lot of freaks at this school but there were also kids with odd medical problems like his. It took moment before he recognized her. "Echo?" he said, remembering their online conversation.
Notes: No, he never told her why he was there but he does still wear his med bracelet lol
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Post by echo on Aug 13, 2011 7:19:34 GMT -5
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know [/color][/font][/color] [/center]
the laptop sat on the table a video that seemed like it could be rather humorous was playing, but she really was not paying much attention to that video at this point in time the boy looked like he was like pocessed by something? she didn't see the bracelet she really didn't, but even if she had the girl probably wouldn't know what it was for. she live in vegas where bracelets meant you were either hooking up with someone and you thought it was cute to display colors, you wanted to look like a high roller, or you were going to be drinking or gambling and that was your token of proof. this looks like some seirous excorcist shit right here she thought frozen as she watched his fingers twitched what the fuck was wrong with him? it was kind of pissing her off.
she knew nothing of the disorders he had told her about let alone remembered them. echo didn't bother to look them up either, because frankly she really didn't care all that much, because that was how she was, but the fact that he looked like he was dying there on the couch well if she didn't do something quick who would look like the asshole standing around? she would! had she had this disorder and someone pulled his bullshit with her she pry would have tried to deck them in the face. that was fucking cold beyound belief. the girl was off though in her attempts of caring trying to figure out which way she should go. it sucked being the new girl in this place. a boarding fucking school? she was just glad she had her own room for right now. she did not want to have to put up with all the other bulshit that much was for sure.
the girl had turned to see him pushing himself up at the sound of her voice but then he collapsed again. holy fuckin' shit you have to be fucking kidding me.." she said and she looked to someone with their headphones in. "hey dickwad where is the nurses office?" she asked him after she had pulled the headphones out of course. he didn't know and that pissed her off even more she ended up shoving him up against a wall. she hated feeling helpless and not knowing what to do so she had chosen a hall and kind of glanced down it, but all she saw was dorm numbers... this is fucking perfect." she said sighing as she leaned up against the wall hitting her head against it. she got a stare from the guy and she gave him the death glare. "got a problem jerk off?"
the boy began to speak and say something about this being normal and say some weird complicated name and echo looked back to him. normal! how the fuck is that normal?" she questioned a bit pissed off. soemone needed to explain to her how the hell someone could look like that and be normal, because she sure didn't understand how. he came over holding himself up in the doorway and he questioned her name. at first she was going to like give him a good pop in the face, because she didn't recognize who the individual was, but then a smirk crawled onto her face. "ah, my morning buddy." she said looking him over. "you okay bud I mean for reals?" she asked chewing on her bottom lip not wanting to admit to having admit she was worried, becausae after all she was supposedly a bitch during the days and well some people got a small taste, but he hadn't despite the fact that she asked him how the fuck he considered that normal?
"what the hell is...cataplexy or whatever it is you said?" she asked him as she leaned off the walk and stood up straight smoothing out her outfit and then looking back up to him curiously. she had never heard of it...unless she did and ignored it...that was a totally different story.
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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 16, 2011 18:17:23 GMT -5
It wasn't such a bad thing, at least not to Emerson who was used to this. He had been getting these episodes since he was five so this was just part of life, his life. This time at least he was conscious and it didn't look quiet as strange as it could. It was just loss of muscle control so he basically looked like a rag doll some kid was playing with or a puppet on a string, holding him up one second then dropping him the next.
It only really lasted for a short moment before before trying to pick himself up again but then more humour would happen and he'd laugh and fall right over again, it was a vicisou cycle really, especially when he had his friends around because they'd laugh at him falling over and it'd just never end but it was fun at least. With conditions like his, you had to learn how to just have fun anyway and figure out how to live with it.
She was swearing a lot, he hadn't really head much of that online but she did say something about how she was usually different so Emerson chose not to question it. He tried to explain but it just wasn't working out so well so instead he focused to just trying to get up and pull his earphones off. However, by the time he had managed that, she was gone.
She had her question but he couldn't really answer until it all stopped. He wanted to explained but he had to wait for this to stop happening first and give himself some time to tell her about it. He smiled when she refered to him as her morning buddy. It was kind of funny but true. "Yeah I'm fine," he said now that the video had stopped.
Emerson just continued to lean against the door frame for a moment just in case. "It's um.. where I lose muscle control for a couple seconds. Happens when I laugh or if it's some really emotional situation... There's also the narcoplepsy but that's just me fallin asleep at weird times," he explained, hoping this would just about cover it.
"It's completely fine though," he explained. It wasn't like he was getting hurt by it, unless he happened to fall and hit his head or something. Though for something with no cure, 'fine' probably wasn't the right word for it. To Emerson it didn't matter though. It was just life.
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Post by echo on Aug 20, 2011 0:26:58 GMT -5
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know [/color][/font][/color] [/center]
every other word out of her mouth had been a curse word, but at this point she didn't give a fuck. he looked like a lifeless spazz. she would have assumed seizure, but well apparently it wasn't it was all over now, but her heart was still racing. echo didn't know how people normally reacted that were around him but it was clear she wouldn't be able to handle it all the time and what not. it looked painful though he said he lost control so she wasn't sure if it pained him or if he was just numb...with a condition like that you pry had to have a good sense of humor to deal with it or just kind of hide your feelings about it or whatever.
this was one interesting to meet him in person though. he pry thought she was some bitch and she was, but well that was just who she was and why she was here. to make a point to change it or whatever. when he replied that he was fine she kind of forced a smile, being bitter was one of her strengths, but she was glad he was okay. "fucking do that...well i guess you can't help it but try to avoid doing that with me around?" she said knowing it was out of his control but she didn't want to freak out like that again it wasn't a feeling she particularly was joyed by.
the explanation well explained what just happened to a t, but it didn't mean she found it any less odd. "why you looking at funny videos if you know you're going to just well lose control?" she asked not knowing it was an email or whatever, but still she didn't know why someone would want to put themselves through that. "fall asleep at weird times that'd fucking suck." she said thinking about it. like in water or something you could kill yourself that way...
echo just shook her head when he said it was fine. how someone could possibly be fine with that was creepy to her. she didn't get it and she didn't have to live with it so it was whatever. experiencing it kind of scared the shit out of her though. it wasn't caring about emerson so much it was just caring in general. "if you say so." she said with a shrug chewing on her lip in order to try and calm herself down. her breathe was still kind of furious with the whole matter, but she didn't have like a right to snap it wasn't like he did it on purpose. "so should i go shut that video off before you spazz out laughing again?" she asked him trying to be nice.
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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 26, 2011 4:23:27 GMT -5
He knew he might have freaked her out with the uncontrable theatrics but there was nothing he could have done about it anyway. Emerson was used to getting all kinds of reactions. He had seen it all and he could understand it each time so this really was nothing new to him.
She swore a lot, that was one thing he noticed about her but emerson wasn't exactly surprised. She did say something about being kind of a bitch or whatever and he still didn't think she was but swearing was definitely something that might go on that list.
She still did seem nice enough in his opinion so Emerson just smiled. "I'll try not to," he said. He'd avoid it of course, comedy movies were reserved for watching with his closest friends or family because they could actually handle seeing his collapse like a rag doll and know that he was completely fine.
It didn't actually hurt at all with the cataplexy. it was basically just loss of muscle control so he couldn't just sit up, he'd fall over but it was fine, he just didn't feel like explaining in detail after Echo had seen first hand the results of it.
"Yeah, try doing that while crossing a street. Not fun," he said with a smirk. He was definitely the type to not let things bother him. He wasn't overly optimistic or positive like Cassie was but he wouldn't let things bother him too much, he'd push past it and deal with it the best way he could. It was just how he was raised.
Emerson just grinned, "Nah, the video's stopped," he told her. "It's safe now," he joked with a grin. As though funny videos could ever be a danger to anyone!
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Post by echo on Aug 26, 2011 17:53:51 GMT -5
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know [/color][/font][/color] [/center]
echo and emerson were kind of alike in the sense that they freaked out one was controlled and one well was evidently not manageable had it been then the boy probably would have been hit in the face. yeah, that was fucked up, but something echo would do out of anger and that was how the story would be written. she was sure it wasn't fun dealing with all the reacitons and stuff he had to see on the basis of passing the fuck out or whatever he had called it and hers pry was typical, but joking like that with echo would not be a good thing by any means.
the girl didn't have that big of a vocab and expression was well easily cursed about. that was just her personality. the boy seemed nice enough, but even so she didn't peg him for someone that could be mean. she could be a bitch to him and he would pry roll over and just be chill, but that was her opinion and judgement. everyone did it....
She still did seem nice enough in his opinion so Emerson just smiled. "I'll try not to," he said. He'd avoid it of course, comedy movies were reserved for watching with his closest friends or family because they could actually handle seeing his collapse like a rag doll and know that he was completely fine.
"sweet" she said when he would try not to watch comical shit around her and what not. she didn't know what else to say now. nothing funny that much was for sure...not that she was a fucking comedian or anything anyways.."so want help back to the couch?' she asked him being polite or whatever or trying to but her tone was kind of just whatever.
"im sure" she said kind of shrugging and shaking her head not knowing really what else to do. if she saw that happen in front of her while she was driving she would think it was some sort of joke and probably laugh, or a drunk because she lived in vegas and when people acted like that it was because people were always fucked up.
when he just grinned and said the video was done now she nodded tucking some hair behind her ears. "good" she said simply looking back over the couch then back at him. "so uh you want to explore this place or something with me?" she asked trying to be nice and not knowing really what else to really say or ask. she figured it could be a safe bet just as long as he wasn't overly nice and annoy the shit out of her, because that would be no good for either of them.
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Post by emerson archer leroy on Aug 26, 2011 18:40:15 GMT -5
"No, I.. I think I can manage that on m own," he said with a smile. It was just an 'in the moment' sort of thing. Once it was all over, he was generally fine. It wasn't like it hurt him or left permanent damage or anything. Of course, explaining to every single person was just a hassel after a while and it did get annoying, even for him.
Emerson glanced back at the couch when she did. It didn't sound like it's be much fun to just go over there and sit down or something. he had been doing that before but at least he had e-mails and instant messages and funny videos to keep him entertained so it wasn't so bad but right now just sitting there and talking didn't sound like something he felt like doing. Luckily she asked about exploring and Emerson smiled again. That sounded like a much better idea.
"Yeah, sounds great," he said, since he didn't exactly know the place real well yet. Exploring would probably be a good way of finding out where things were and builing that mental map so that he wouldn't get lost next time. Definitely a useful thing to do.
She did look like she was actually trying to be nice and Emerson couldn't see why anyone would need to try in order to achieve something like that. It had always come naturally to him.
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Post by echo on Sept 5, 2011 16:39:20 GMT -5
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know [/color][/font][/color] [/center]
the boy said he could manage from there and echo nadine, kind of just shrugged up her shoulders a bit. ”alrighty, then.” she said not to be mean, but just because she was saying alright. the girl didn’t care one way or another she was trying her hand at the whole nice thing. it kind of easily upset the girl, because she wouldn’t normally do that and well, it was no big thing to a normal person, but she could not help it she just easily ticked. being alone here without her daughter made it harder on her, because she was mad that she let it get this far for that reason, because not being around her and this school gave the father more of a shot at seeing her if he so pleased just to piss her off.
the boy seemed to enjoy the idea of going out an exploring the idea. well, at least she was not alone when it came to not really having saw the school. it was not that huge, but it was big enough to need to kind of look around to know where the hell you were going. everyone had their own little hang outs at this place and well if they asked you to go somewhere it would do wonders if you knew where you were going. she knew how to get to the places outside, but the classrooms and kitchen and such was a mystery. she had been eating stuff from the vending machines sense she had moved here it was kind of off in her opinion.
the fact that she had to try and be nice was a bit odd, but she just was a hard person. emerson on the other hand seemed like a sweet boy, but h so naive like he would do what he was told or something and a bit of well a push over, but that wasn’t his fault was it? he just kind of had to go along with things sometimes to avoid conflict? ”so emerson where are you from? she asked kind of just trying to make conversation. she wasn’t the most interesting person, because she was oh so angry, but she had more in common with him then he thought. she could move her right arm, but using it hurt, so she could imagine kind of what it was like when his limbs went limp, but she didn’t share that with many people and well it was permanent. it was her fault though, she had control over that. she had punched through a mirror and lost feeling in her arm. most things she did with her left, but not many people paid attention enough to the girl to get to know that.
then again she brought it on. she looked at the laptop sitting there and back at him. ”want to go put that back in your room first” she asked not wanting to stalk him back to his room, but leaving that out would be bad a krypto could come up and take it.
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