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Post by Rufus Lee Bailey on Mar 30, 2012 19:15:07 GMT -5
 The blurred picture on the phone came into view, fizzled, then sharpened again. He squinted and watched the figure behind the screen move around with blurs tracking his movements. The lack of quality in Ruf's phone was becoming more apparent with every Skype conversation he engaged in. He preferred to use his laptop most of the time, but while standing in the clatter of the hallway, Ruf was not about to drag out a desk from one of the neighboring classrooms just to use the larger electronic. However, the very thought brought up memories of getting asked to go sit outside in which case the seventeen year old did drag a desk with him. The teacher was left staring, eyes wide and buggy as Rufus defied not a rule but an expectation. He was good at that.
"Roofie? Roooofie?" A young boy, around the age of eight, pressed his eye towards the screen and proceeded to tilt his head back and forth. Mousy brown hair covered the single blue eye staring out at the screen, then passed back to the side of the child's face with another quick tilt of the head. Every time he moved, his hair flopped with him and the screen would become a brown blur. "Stay still will ya?" Ruf's finger tapped the screen, causing Adam to jolt backwards as though his older brother had quite literally stuck a finger in his face. The eight year old grinned and Rufus just had to mimic his brother's happiness with a smile of his own. "How are y- ... are you're wearing one of my shirts?" He pulled the phone up closer to his face and raised an eyebrow. The long tank fell past Adam's hips, and one strap hung loosely off the boy's left shoulder. Whatever he was wearing was certainly too big to belong to an eight year old, and the scissor made slits along the sides were all too familiar to Ruf.
Adam did not cast his gaze away sheepishly though, nor did he show any ounce of guilt. Without missing a beat, he spoke "Live with no regrets." Ruf's heart melted a little and he beamed. He felt like he'd done something right. The seventeen year old nodded his head so much that the phone shook in his hand, dispersing the look of accomplishment on his brother. Adam, having known Ruf forever, knew what made his brother happy and swell with pride. Seeing his message spoke by others, especially his younger brother, was a perfect example. "Exactly, exactly," He breathed out and laughed quickly. The conversation continued on, and they expressed the quirks between them and even told a few quick stories that made others turns heads in order to listen in. Eventually, the hallways grew silent except for the two boys' echoing laughter as the rest of the students hurried off to lunch. It was the silence alone that broke Ruf off from the distant chat, made him say his good byes, and put the phone back in his jean pocket. Plus, he was a little hungry.
While he had finished the talk with his brother, small bursts of laughter continued to flutter from the teen even after he took his place in the cafeteria line. There was still so much to talk and laugh about, and Rufus and his brother already had a silent agreement to chat into the wee hours of morning. It happened at least once a week and gave Ruf the vigor to face mornings with a smile that was neither fake or forced. His happiness could appear strange to others, but if they could only see the closeness between the siblings they would never be able to label his smile as unreasonable. And smile he did, even as he sat down at an empty table with his tray topped with food. The table wouldn't stay empty for long though, for Rufus knew too many faces to not be surrounded by at least one of the cliques he talked to. Of course, he wouldn't mind meeting a knew face either. Yes, that was what he wanted; someone new to talk to. The conversation with his brother left him feeling like he still needed to say something, and sometimes new people were the best listeners. So he waited with pizza in hand for that wonderful person to relieve him of his happy burden.
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Post by nikkiphayce on Apr 6, 2012 23:01:06 GMT -5
hey soul sister, ain't that MISTER MISTER [/b] ON THE RADIO, STERO, THE WAY YOU MOVE AIN'T FAIR Y'KNOW ! [/center]
Dear Uncle Keith,
I miss you, I know I start out saying that every time but I really do. None of my foster parents where ever as good as you, I wish you had adopted me... Damnit! Sorry, I won't think about it anymore, I know I couldn't do anything about it. Anyhow, I'm here at Silas now, not at that wretched last foster parents house... they were glad to send me off I just know it. It's nice here, but I haven't really met anyone yet but I'm not lonely. I never am... I don't need people as much as others do, but I hope I do meet someone sooner or later.
Love
-Lani
Lani entered "uncle.keith@gmail.com" in the recipients box and hit send, seconds later the notice came telling her that the gmail account didn't exist and recommended she try sending it to a different account. She sighed, it was a fruitless hope. She had started emailing her first foster parent, whom she use to call Uncle Keith, when she turned 13 or so and wanted to vent. She was always hoping for an answer one of these days, but it was a ridiculous notion... right? He would never make an email like that, and she would never see him again. She had tried so many times to find him, to communicate, but he just dropped off the face of the earth. Her luck was never good.
Lani's eyes drifted over to the clock on her left. She whispered a swear she would never say in public and scooted out of the room for lunch. She walked through the hallways weaving through anyone who went in the wrong direction or was just going too slow. Her mind was drifting off to what she might do after lunch, a walk outside maybe, or something social. She did want some friends someway somehow, she refused to not make her mark at this school even if it was slightly.
The girl got herself in the cafeteria line, a few people behind a teen who's arms were covered in tattoos (which she may or may not have been admiring) who laughed a few times, seemingly at random. What could possibly make him so happy? She wasn't sure but she wanted to find out. When she got her lunch she scanned the tables to see where the teen had sat down. Casually then she walked towards his table and took a seat that was next to him, unconsciously showing she didn't need permission for anything. "Hi, I'm Lani." she said in the simply cliche greeting. "I was standing a bit behind you in the lunch line, you were laughing, may I ask what was so funny?" she said with a slight smile, her slight southern accent shining through the dinn of the lunchroom. She was genuinely curious, and she subconsciously thought maybe whatever made him laugh would cheer her up from the impossibility of contacting the closest thing she related to family.
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