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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 5, 2010 2:52:03 GMT
Kurt turned around, eyeing her, wondering if she was serious.
"Really, babe? Because I can think of a million things to do. The first on my list? GET THE HELL AWAY FROM YOU!" He screamed at her, wondering if he would finally crack her, finally get her to leave him alone. And although being alone scared him more than he was willing to admit, he wasnt willing to let his gaurd down for this girl, wasnt willing to become the reali Kurt just for his girl. He had pretended way to much in the last few years of his life to throw it all away for one lousey girl.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 5, 2010 3:00:42 GMT
Bexi blinked, a little surprised how quickly had changed personality. But she tried not to let it faze her. He was angry, and she understood that he needed space, and now there was nothing connecting the two together. She shrugged, "Ok." she told him with a bright, innocent smile. "I'll catch you later then, Kirby," she said with a cheeky smile as she walked backwards.
Walking backwards did not go well. Before she knew it, her heels had hit a crack in the ancient stone, and she fell back hard on the ground. It was a strange sight to see someone fall with such force onto stone and look like they were falling onto a soft pillows, not to mention she didn't even have the instinct to brace herself for pain.
She sat on the floor, a little shocked at herself as she looked around herself carefully, and turned to her legs. "Great..." she cursed under her breath, starting to run her hands up and down her legs to see if she'd broken anything or cut herself, completely forgetting Kurt was still there. [/font] |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 5, 2010 3:07:48 GMT
Kurt couldnt quite figure out why, but he ran to the girl, kneeling beside her.
"Are you okay? You fell pretty hard.." He mumbled, looking at her legs to see if she'd broken anything. He liked seeing people in pain, only as long as it was of his doing. Otherwise, he felt sorry for them. He took her hand in his, pulling her up to her feet.
"Can you stand?" He asked, wrapping an arm around her waist.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 5, 2010 3:17:59 GMT
Bexi smiled, but shook him off. If there was one thing that she had learnt to hate (and it probably was the only thing) it was people buzzing around her when she was 'hurt', and asking if she was OK. "Yeah, that's the question I'm trying to answer," she said, her tone a little snappy but she tried to get it out of her system. She pulled away from him, holding her arms out as she prepared to see if she could stand alright, and if she was lopsided. She looked down, sufficiently convinced that that was alright.
Then she knelt back down, continuing to race her arms up and down her legs, twisting her joints in a rhythmic way that she had very obviously done many times. "All clear!" she said finally, jumping up with a grin. She frowned as she realised she'd landed strangely on one of her feet, and rolled her eyes. "Urgh... not again!" she groaned, as she leaned on Kurt's shoulder as she hopped on her good foot, taking off the shoe. Her heel was black and bruised, and she groaned again. "I don't suppose you could do my a massive favour?" she asked, struggling to sit back down without one foot, "In my bag there's a little black bag, there should be a ankle strap. Could you get it please?" [/font] |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 5, 2010 4:57:46 GMT
Kurt sat her down on the floor, sitting behind her to search through her booksack. Everytime someone asked him to get something out of their booksacks, it always seemed to be at the bottom. He grabbed her bag, reaching around her to hand it to her. He didnt want her to see that he was truly concerned, so he stayed sitting behind her. Then he rose to his feet, standing before her, his hand outstretched to help her up. He adjusted his bag with the other, smiling down at her for possibly the first time.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 5, 2010 16:47:21 GMT
"Thanks," she murmured under her breath as she took the bag, unwrapping it quickly. It was strange, thousands of pockets and straps covering everything from braces to bandages to supports, not the mention the long line of thermometers - just in case she dropped the bag and some of them broke, which had happened before.
She absent-mindlessly took the bright blue ankle support from the bag, putting the bag back on the floor as she wrapped it around her foot, "When a normal person hurts their foot, they limp. The pain tells their brain to not put pressure on the damaged area, which is of course for the best. Now, in case you haven't been able to tell, I'm not strictly normal," she said with a wide grin, her eyes glistening up to his as she wrapped it tightly around with the unfeeling and ease of a veteran doctor. "I don't feel pain. Like, ever. So I got this ankle strap which forces me to limp," she said, tapping the blue material that seemed to bulge and twist unnaturally. "It's pretty annoying." she admitted, wondering absently why she was saying all of this to him. [/font] |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 6, 2010 2:46:22 GMT
Kurt smiled, helping her up.
"Well Im not normal either." He said, making sure she was steady on her feet before letting her go.
"Anger issues, bipolar, bisexual. Yes, my mother considers being bi a condition. Dont ask. Shes about as normal as normal can get. And straight as a ruler.." He groaned, adjusting his bag. He looked over at her, wondering if she needed help walking.
"Do you got this, or do I need to get one of my ghost friends to float you down to the infirmary?"
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 6, 2010 3:11:17 GMT
Bexi grinned, taking that his words as a challenge as she leaned against him, finding it uncomfortable to use someone else's weight when she felt perfectly fine, though she knew if she was anyone else then she would have been in severe pain, "You think that's bad? I physically can't be with anyone. I can't feel temperatures, so I overheat if someone holds me for too long. I'm asexual by default, not by choice. And I can't drink for the same reason. And..." she pointed to her mouth, and the scars "try telling a child to not chew at their own lips when it feels nothing. And..." she pulled out her arm, a long thin burn running across it, "And then there's sleeping on your straighteners...Not to mention the other thousands of scars I have."
She shook her head at his request for the infirmary, "They can't do anything more than what I've just done there. All they can do is ask 'where does it hurt'? No where, idiot..." she said, rolling her eyes. "I'll get it x-rayed at the hospital later, should be fine for a while though." [/font] |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 6, 2010 23:28:00 GMT
Kurt eyed her cautiously, hoping Humpty Dumpty wouldnt fall down. She took this asexual thing really seriously, didnt she?
"You know, Bexi, youll find someone one day whos willing to look after you. And make sure you dont spontaniously combust or something. You just have to look for them. I know it seems like its hopeless, but you just have to keep trying. You find coins in the couch cushion, after all.." He said with a smile, then held his finger out. "And its not me. So dont even think about it, babe. But seriously. Youll find someone who loves you, regardless of feeling or not. He might just be under your nose... Just keep looking. You cant just give up, you know?"
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 7, 2010 15:47:26 GMT
Bexi smiled and shrugged, she'd thought of these before. "I don't know..." she said softly, looking away and pulling herself away. The limping strap was irritating her already. "I'm not convinced its worth it, mate," she said with a shrug. "It's horrible, you know, looking at people when you're meant to be in pain. They don't understand that I feel nothing, and I damage myself so much that its horrible to watch them feel bad. Its bad enough with the folks, but then with someone that loves me..." she shook her head. "Thats the only pain I feel. And it would happen too often," she explained.
"I appreciate the thought, though," she said with a heartwarming smile, throwing away all the pain she had felt. "You're kinda sweet when you wanna be, you know that?" she said with a cheeky smile, knowing it was probably the opposite of what he wanted to hear.
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 8, 2010 5:54:05 GMT
Kurt laughed, shoving his hands back into his pockets. He had heard that alot in his life. And somehow, it bothered him, but didnt bother him all at the same time. The doctors has suggested that he was bipolar, but he didnt believe it. One even went so far as to say he had Multiple Personality Disorder. His mother found it very farfetched. But Kurt.. Well Kurt thought it could be very very possible. Either that or he was just downright crazy.
"You know, I think Ill end up alone too. Or dead by the age of 19.. Ill probably go with the dead part. I tend to do alot of stupid stuff." He shrugged, his head lowered as he thought of his options, what might happen, and what he would do if he really did fall in love..
"Im kind of hard to love. I also find it hard to love people. But I guess thats just me.. Ive never been much of nothing. Daddy said I would never amount to anything. Im starting to think he was right.."
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 8, 2010 13:50:40 GMT
Bexi looked at him and gave a slightly sadistic smile, "Well, I got told 20, and in two months they're either right or wrong... My guess is they'll probably be right. Everything else in my life has a strict schedule, would be a shame without it," she said with a shaking smile. It was making her nervous; she had always trusted the doctors predictions, and not living until 20 had been one that had stuck in her mind. Not to mention that she it always been joked that she would die in battle with her cousin, and now he was dead her time limit suddenly felt shorter.
"But you seem lovable to me, Kurt," she said with a wide grin, unsure how he'd react to that. "Then again I am an unfeeling masochist, so don't take my judgement too much to heart..." she laughed, hobbling forwards as they began to run out of corridor. [/font] |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Feb 16, 2010 16:58:13 GMT
Kurt smirked.
"If Im lovable to you, then the devil must be a cuddly teddy bear, because Im far from lovable. If anything, Im hated beyond belief. My mother thought I was her personal fuck toy." He cringed a bit. "And my dad just beat the shit out of me for every little thing I did. Not that it matters now. Im bound to be dead soon. Forget finding love."
He shrugged, adjusting his booksack. In all honesty, his past bothered him and talking about him, it bothered him to no end. But he wasnt beyond pretending it didnt bother him.
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Post by "Bexi" Leggert on Feb 16, 2010 17:35:28 GMT
Bexi smiled sympathetically, but decided that the best route was probably not to get too depressed over it. And if it was wrong, what would happen? He'd take a swing at her? At the very least it would relieve some of his anger, and hopefully give her an impressive black eye. "The devil is my bitch, baby," she said with a wide grin. "Although the bear suit does look cute on him..." she said with a glimmer in her eyes. "But listen, don't let other people's problems fuck you over, OK? And more to the point, they're not here, are they? They're shitheads, and you're awesome. So start acting it," she said, as she leaned over and pecked him on the cheek, before running back quickly, afraid that he'd lash out at her. [/font] |
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Post by Kurt Casper on Mar 3, 2010 17:33:48 GMT
Kurt snarled. Awesome? That was new. He watched her go, wondering what she was thinking. He crossed his arms. He doubted he would see her again. But something drew him to the girl. Maybe it was her helpless ways. Or how she teased him constantly. He shrugged, making his way to class, the girl quickly evaporating from his mind.
-Fin!-
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