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Post by shane kent on Jan 1, 2010 17:45:58 GMT -6
I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine It's only his first day at Forks High School and Shane wishes that he smoked - a cigarette sounds pretty good right at the moment. Shane was sitting in his last class, leaning back in his seat and lightly drummed his fingertips on the desk. He wore a black t-shirt underneath a white button-down shirt, dark-wash jeans, and boots. He also wore a bracelet made of leather on his right wrist, covering a scar there. He slightly rolled his neck, letting out a little sigh. The teacher in front of the room stopped writing on the board for a moment, but didn't turn around or say a word about it. Another moment passed, and she went back to writing. A half-smile played at Shane's lips, thinking for a second that she was about to yell at him or something. But maybe, like everyone else in the room, the teacher was also eager for this day to be over. Shane then glanced down at the notebook in front of him, the page already half-full of notes from the board. He knew some of this stuff already, so he didn't feel like writing it down again. History turned out to be one of his favorite subjects, along with Art. He liked to draw whenever he could, so the class had suited him. A few moments came and went, then the bell rang. He noticed, as the teacher's shoulders moved up and down - while she let a sigh of relief escape. He smirked, as he started to pack up his things. His first day turned out to be quite alright, starting when he was asked to get up in front of his English class and introduce himself. Gotta gotta be down Because I want it all There were a few chuckles heard, when he stumbled a little bit over his words. It was a couple of guys, and Shane glared at them. They shut up, after that. He was nervous, cut him some slack. In most of his classes, he managed to get seats in the back. Shane preferred them, especially the corner seats. A moment passed, as he then shoved his notebook right into his messenger bag and got up from his seat. Shane slung his bag onto his shoulder and proceeded to walk up the aisle. "Well..I hope you had a good first day, Shane." the teacher said to him, as he left. He nodded. Shane let out a sigh of relief, as he made it outside the walls of the school and into fresh air. He headed over to one of the picnic benches and sat down, his messenger bag beside him. Other students walked past him, eager to get home and talk with friends or whatever floats their boats. Shane rested his head on the table, his arms wrapped around his head. A few moments came and went, as he sat there. "What a day.." he muttered to himself.
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Post by finlay abel ruxton on Feb 25, 2010 12:21:45 GMT -6
(credit to miss deathwish @ caution 2.0) It felt as though Finlay Ruxton had spent a lifetime stalking the hallways of Forks high, and nothing had changed in four years. Everything from the bland walls to the teachers had remained a constant in Finn’s life since his first day, and the only differences were subtle and from the general wear and tear that age brings about. He was in his final year and would soon be graduating, heading out into the big wide world that would either embrace him into its arms or reject him as an outcast. Though in all honestly he was already a sort of outcast, with an unusual ability that people often, so they could con old people out of their well earned dollars. Finlay was a medium, a person who could sense the dead and even go as far as searching through their dead thoughts and memories. He could provide people with answers in regards to their deceased loved ones, though it was usually the truth he steered clear of when he discovered that a man’s daughter really did hate him right until the bitter end. It was a difficult thing to love with and even harder to explain the reality of it, and even then, it was not guaranteed that anyone would truly believe him.
School was a normal entity in his life, it was something that he could rely on and something that kept his mind occupied on things that would in theory help him into a career. Though whatever that would be, Finn did not know. All he knew was how to get his clients to hand over hundreds of dollars for a few simple words that would settle their mind, of which were rarely true. He focussed on his work as much as he needed to, and had so far managed to achieve decent grades, that if kept up, would get him into college. The end of the year was approaching faster than he expected, and though he was independent, having lived alone after his parents disowned him, he did not have a clue what to do once he graduated. Finn figured he would have to make an appointment to see the careers advisor before it was too late and he was stuck selling the secrets of dead souls for the rest of his life. Sure, it was a good way to make a bit of money, but he did not think he could devote his entire life to spending time with people who were buried six feet under.
The day had felt long and drawn out, which was a direct result of the droning voices of each of his teachers for the day, who seemed to want to be anywhere else in the world than the classroom. His lunchtime cigarette had not perked him up enough to be able to focus on his last class of the day, the nicotine worn off by the time he had claimed his seat. He had watched the last five minutes of the day, the clock hand moving at an incredibly slow pace as each second felt like a minute to the boy who sat staring blankly pretending to listen to whatever subject the teacher was talking about. Rumours of a new kid had been on the lips of every student, as a small rainy town, Forks wasn’t used to people moving into the area and anyone who did was almost like a celebrity for at least their first day. Finlay hadn’t seen the newcomer, or rather had not paid enough attention all day to notice a new face amongst the usual crowd.
The fresh air hit him as soon as he opened the door to the outside world, the rest of the class informally filing out in their attempt to return home as quick as possible or to meet up with friends of partners. Finlay didn’t have anyone to see nor anything to do, save for returning to his lonely apartment to indulge in textbooks for his History essay that was due in a couple of weeks, which would have been made easier if his could sift through the thoughts of those who had long since died in their attempt to make America a better place and all that jazz. Unfortunately he could not stretch that far, something which he had tried and failed several times before just in case. Finn casually strolled over to the nearest picnic bench, stepped up onto the seat and sat on the table top on the opposite side to an unfamiliar boy. ”What a day..” Finn chuckled. “You’ll get used to it.” He answered, glancing over to the bent over guy, clicking immediately that had had finally stumbled across the new kid. He removed his rucksack that was hanging on one shoulder and reached into the outside pocket, removing a small bag of tobacco, a pack of rolling papers and his red Zippo lighter. He dumped the rucksack beside his feet on the seat of the bench and placed the lighter on the table top, and began to create his roll-up. [/blockquote]
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Post by shane kent on Mar 7, 2010 9:31:41 GMT -6
I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Shane could've fallen asleep, if he really wanted to. He can just close his eyes and rest for a little bit, no one would care. He didn't have work today after school, so he could possibly relax for a while..before he had to go home. He let out a soft sigh, knowing that it wouldn't be his mom there waiting to hear about his first day at school. He liked his aunt and all, don't get him wrong, but he doesn't know her that well. His little sister would be on her way home from school. As a few moments came and went, Shane was about to close his eyes and possibly rest, when his piece of solitude was interrupted by another presence. Someone came up and sat down on top of the picnic table, beside him. He heard a chuckle. “You’ll get used to it.”, a guy's voice said. He lifted his head to see a guy sitting by him. A brief moment passed, as Shane slightly raised an eyebrow. The guy was reaching in his bag..and pulling out a few things. "You think so?" he replied, now sitting up. Another moment came and went, as he somewhat watched what this guy was doing. He seemed to be making a roll-up, Shane concluded. Though, he never saw it being done right there..in front of him. The dark stuff must be tobacco, he thought to himself. So, this guy is a smoker. OOC: Not my best...
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Post by finlay abel ruxton on Mar 16, 2010 10:59:55 GMT -6
Unlike many of the other students at the school, Finlay did not have a family to go home to, which could be seen as both an advantage and disadvantage depending on the viewpoint. He, however, had grown used to living alone and at the age of eighteen, it was seen as practically normal. The school was his sanctuary, where his mind was distracted in the limited knowledge that the teachers of Forks high had to offer and the somewhat limited conversations he could achieve with many of his peers or even unlimited conversations with select individuals. The new kid was foreign territory, so Finn had yet to discover whether they would truly get on, but generally Finn wasn’t fussy as long as the voices he heard were not six feet underground and were coming from people with beating hearts; Shane ticked both those boxes, so it was a good start.
He could vaguely remember his first day at Forks high school after moving from Maine to Seattle, though why he had to attend a school in a dreary town, he didn’t know. Finn no longer questioned his parent’s reasons for doing anything after they shipped themselves and their only son across states just to have some kind of exorcism performed on him. Perhaps the high school in the perpetually wet town was meant to have properties to cleanse him further; a task that was inevitably futile and only resulted in his abandonment. Finlay was never a clingy child, he did not crave the attention of his parents, though that was more because they offered it without question and showered him with affection until his first experience of his ability. From that day, Finn was pushed away gradually over time until he no longer existed in his parent’s lives.
His fingers worked diligently in their creation of his beloved roll-up, the small insignificant cigarette that his life depended on and yet his habit was slowly killing him at the same time. Finn didn’t have anywhere better to be than the school yards once the day ended, so often he lingered around and had a smoke or found someone to hang around with until he trekked back to his apartment on the outskirts of the town. "You think so?" Finlay lifted his head up from his task, a small white stick almost perfectly rolled in between the fingers of his right hand, and with a quick flick of his lighter, he lit his roll-up. He took a quick drag, blowing the smoke away from his new companion, before glancing back over to him. “Of course. As long as you don’t let every little thing get to you, you’ll be fine.” He answered honestly with an encouraging smile, though he didn’t know how bad the guy’s day had actually been, he was certain it was better than listening to the dead, any day. “So, tell me, how was your first day?” [/color] ooc: it was fine, sorry for the wait! [/blockquote]
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Post by shane kent on Mar 20, 2010 7:08:27 GMT -6
I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Bits of conversation had reached Shane's ears, as a couple of girls walked past them. A moment passed, as Shane faintly heard one of the girls let out a sigh of disgust. He then gave his eyes a roll, as their footsteps faded away. Obviously, the girl wasn't a fan of what Finn was doing. Whatever..., he mused to himself. He glanced up at the guy sitting right by him, as he worked on his roll-up. Another moment came and went. When Shane had spoken up, the guy looked up at him..finished roll-up in his hand. He sat there, as Finn took out the lighter and lit the end of the roll-up. “Of course. As long as you don’t let every little thing get to you, you’ll be fine.” he had said, after taking a drag. Shane nodded his head, letting the words sink in a little bit. "Yeah.." he muttered, agreeing with Finn. Sure, things may bug him for a bit...but he soon gets over it - how long, depending on what it was. It may be 5-10 minutes, or it may be a whole day. “So, tell me, how was your first day?” Shane gave both his shoulders a bit of a shrug, before he answered. "Oh, it was alright...though having to get up in front of the whole class and introduce myself sucked.." he responded, as he ran a hand gently through his hair. He hated that little part of his first day the most, even more than having his lunch alone. He really didn't mind that part, to tell you the truth. A light breeze blew past them. "The name's Shane, by the way.." he added, as he somewhat held out his hand. This guy could take it or not, but he was raised to be polite. So what? Another moment passed, as he then waited for his response. OOC: Better late than never
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Post by finlay abel ruxton on Mar 22, 2010 12:58:52 GMT -6
The smell of smoke constantly lingered on Finn, his clothes and hair seemed to absorb it like water and overwhelmed his natural scent, which was something that he had grown so used to that he didn’t even smell it anymore. Other people of course, disapproved of his unhealthy lifestyle of chain smoking and some went as far as steering clear of him entirely merely because he was a smoker, which fortunately for Finlay, he didn’t mind. The girl, who huffed towards him in a direct response to his habit, could have ended up with a face full of smoke if he was petty enough to react in retaliation, but Finn never saw the point of such things. He was at least thankful that he hadn’t forced the new guy away with his roll-up, and because of that, Finn respected him a little more. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that with each cigarette he was inching closer to lung or throat cancer, and yet that didn’t put him off.
Another drag of the bitter-sweet stick and Finn felt his tension alleviate like magic, though of course it was only in his mind as he was certain that nicotine did not have any real relaxation effects. He often wondered what his parents would think as he filled his lungs with poison twenty times a day, but perhaps they would think it was justice or something for his tainted soul. His fingers flicked the small length of ash that had formed onto the ground where a few of the black and white flecks floated onto the bench seat that he rested his feet upon. Finn was glad to see Shane acknowledge his words, which may or may not have had the comforting effect that he had intended. "Oh, it was alright...though having to get up in front of the whole class and introduce myself sucked.." Finlay nodded his head; the ritual for any new students to present themselves to the whole class was something he had seen many times over the years, but it was a fate that he had fortunately escaped from. “The teachers love making people do that.” Finn responded with a light chuckle, inhaling once again and allowing the substance to hit the right spot before breathing out the fog of smoke away from his new companion.
"The name's Shane, by the way.." Finn accepted the offered hand with his free hand, giving it a firm shake as the formalities were put forward. “Name’s Finlay, but you can call me Finn.” He introduced, he too having been brought up with good manners, which had been embedded into him since an early age. His mother was sure to give him a slap on the back of the hand if he were to forget to say please or thank you, and worse punishment if a curse were to escape his lips. Of course those days were long gone, but the memories were a part of him and it had become natural to exhibit politeness towards those who deserved it. Shane seemed like a nice guy, the type that Finn could easily get along with and by the sound of his first day, Finlay thought he needed a friend in the school. “So, where did you move from?” [/blockquote]
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Post by shane kent on Mar 27, 2010 10:24:23 GMT -6
I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Shane resisted the urge to crinkle his nose a little bit, at the smell of the smoke. He usually doesn't like the smell, mostly because not-so-good memories are linked with it. His dad. He took a deep breath, trying not to think about him. A moment came and went, as he sat there. No one, aside from the teachers, really talked to him today..except for this guy here. He didn't want to mess up, because of a nasty habit. A little sigh slipped past Shane's lips, while Finn began to flick some of the ashes. He noticed as Finn nodded his head, when Shane mentioned how he had to get up in front of classes..to introduce himself. He hated that part. “The teachers love making people do that.” Shane nodded. A half-smile touched upon his lips, as Finn took his extended hand and then shook it. “Name’s Finlay, but you can call me Finn.” Shane was beginning to like Finn, thinking it would be great to be friends with him. He didn't have many friends back at his old school, except for his teammates. As a light breeze blew past, he spoke up. "It's nice to meet you, Finn." he said, letting go of his hand. “So, where did you move from?” Shane shrugged both of his shoulders, before he answered Finn's question. "Uh, New York..the state, not the city.." he replied, as he ran a hand through his hair. He came from a small town there, so he was used to the life - where everyone knows everyone. After his mom died, it seemed like everyone knew about the whole thing and would offer condolences to him. Shane was hardly left alone, people usually brought it up with him all the time. Can't a kid be left alone to grieve, on his own? His sister Carrie looked up to him, and he felt like...he had to be strong for her. He is her big brother and all.
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Post by finlay abel ruxton on Apr 3, 2010 9:40:54 GMT -6
Not many people appreciated Finn’s little habit, and though Shane didn’t react distinctly in his repulsion for the smell that was almost like perfume to the other man, Finlay knew that he wasn’t overly impressed with the smoke emitted from the small cigarette he held between his fingers. Finn wasn’t entirely selfish; sure he liked to indulge in twenty cigarettes a day, but he didn’t like to force his second hand smoke onto anyone else. He took a long lasting drag on his hand made roll-up, shrinking the stick quickly so the new guy wouldn’t have to endure a long period of smoke inhalation that he hadn’t asked for. “Sorry. I forget sometimes, y’know, that not everyone is a smoker. It’s a sign of a really bad habit” He said sincerely and with a small chuckle at the end of his sentence, and stubbed out the remaining quarter as the nicotine did its job, he could almost feel the tar clogging up his lungs, and Finn knew it was a bad thing but he knew it would be damn near impossible to quit. Addiction was both a terrible and brilliant thing, at the time it feels amazing, but the consequences were horrible to say the least; shortening his life considerably.
Finlay smiled as they shook hands, the firm grip of Shane’s hand within his suggested that they would eventually be good friends. Finn was pretty sociable and made friends easily, so it was not a surprise that he was getting on so well with Shane already. Honestly the only people he would consider as his enemies were those he had ripped off and had unfortunately figured out that very fact, but he cared little about the pawns in his little investment scheme that made his ability seem slightly less abnormal. He wondered silently what Shane would think of his talent of being a medium, though Finn didn’t much like that term because he wasn’t exactly conveying messages from the dead to the living, rather he rummaged through their living thoughts to siphon out the required information, though he was not averse to performing ‘conversations’ if his clients wished him to, but for that he had to lie through his teeth. Either people believed what he could do or they didn’t, the latter were mainly his friends at school who thought he was pulling their leg. His parents, however, were on a completely different point of view, which he was glad to be rid of.
"Uh, New York..the state, not the city.." Shane replied to his question, and Finn nodded his head in acknowledgement. “Forks must be quite a change for you then?” He asked, as he had known himself the differences in the weather and the size of the small town when he had first attended the high school when he had lived in Seattle. “I used to live in Maine, then moved to Seattle and finally ended up with a place in Forks.” He said, putting his own input into the conversation, though he didn’t know whether Shane would really care about his previous whereabouts. Small talk for the first step with unknown people, and since Finn rarely felt awkward in those silences when one should feel awkward, he was convinced that he would remain relaxed with his new company. “What made you move from New York? I'm sure Forks isn’t appealing enough to make you want to uproot.” He asked, shifting his position on the bench so he faced Shane more, now he didn’t have a cigarette in his mouth, he felt more comfortable doing so. [/blockquote]
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Post by shane kent on Apr 8, 2010 12:08:15 GMT -6
I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Another little thing was proved to Shane, an indicator that him and Finn would gradually become good friends. A brief moment or two came and went, as Finn took one more drag on his roll-up. A long one, possibly to finish it off. “Sorry. I forget sometimes, y’know, that not everyone is a smoker. It’s a sign of a really bad habit” A half-smile touched his lips, appreciating the consideration. He somewhat watched Finn, as he put it out. "It's..no big deal, but thanks." he answered, meaning every word. He definitely appreciated what Finn did, not many people that Shane know or once knew would do that. Like his father, for instance. When his mom had asked him to stop or go smoke outside, he would glare and then tell her to suck it up. Even to Shane, when he would sometimes cough. "Suck it up, boy.." he would say to him, taking a little drag of his cigarette. Shane bit his lower lip, trying to push away the memory of his dad's voice. A brief silence came to pass in between the two boys, just sitting there. Shane took a deep breath, then he heard Finn's voice. “Forks must be quite a change for you then?” Shane slightly shrugged, looking over at Finn. "Not much, really...I just moved from one small town to another." he replied, running a hand through his hair. It was true. Back where he lived, was a small town..like this one. Only thing that differed, was the people living in it. In Forks, he knows very few people outside the family. There's Flick, Finn, and...that nice woman he met from the antique store. Esme..was that her name?, he silently mused to himself. She was really nice, showing 'The Artist's Model' to him and all. He did end up buying it, now having a place on his desk. He got back into his drawing a bit, since that day. “I used to live in Maine, then moved to Seattle and finally ended up with a place in Forks.” Finn's voice interrupted his train of thought, he nodded his head. What brought him here?, Shane wondered a little. Who would be willing to come to a place like Forks? He didn't have a choice, or at least..much of one, to move here. Shane didn't want to leave Carrie, she's the only family he has left. Well except, for their aunt who took them in. A moment came and went. “What made you move from New York? I'm sure Forks isn’t appealing enough to make you want to uproot.” Shane knew that was coming, had a feeling he might ask that question. He bit his lip again, as he took another deep breath. "You're right about that, Forks isn't very appealing...but anyway, there was...an incident and..I couldn't stay there anymore. I had to come here, there was no other place to go." he admitted, trying to be a bit vague. He didn't want to really dive into the details, not yet.
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Post by finlay abel ruxton on Apr 12, 2010 12:06:34 GMT -6
Finlay was never selfish as a child, and that trait had stayed with him as he grew up into the man he was today. It was one of the few traits that his mother had been proud of, and Finn didn’t even have to think about it as he acted automatically to his surroundings. It was fair to say that he couldn’t go a day without smoking around his fellow classmates or random members of the public as he stalked the streets, but he was never the type of person to blow his life-shortening smoke directly at another human being like some self-centred people would. Sure, his life would probably be a lot better without his little habit but Finn was under the belief that life was for the living and so he should do whatever he wanted to enjoy it. He took a moment in the silence that settled between the two guys to release the cough that had been slowly building up inside him since he had taken his first drag of the cigarette that now lay on the floor beneath the seat he sat upon. Already he was developing one of those attractive hacking coughs that showed the extent of his daily smoke inhalation over the past year or so, a signal that told him that his lungs were suffering and yet he knew people could have a forty year habit and die peacefully from old age.
"It's..no big deal, but thanks." Finlay nodded and smiled broadly, thankful that he hadn’t already put a ridge in their early friendship. “No problem, you don’t really want to breathe it in if you can help it.” He cautioned lightly, knowing how hypocritical his words were as they left his lips, but he had plenty of time to kick the habit if he ever gathered up the willpower to do so. It was much easier for Finn living in his own apartment as he could smoke wherever and whenever his liked, which was more freedom than he was really used to when living with his parents. He expected that his mother would be further convinced of his tainted soul or possession by some sort of demon if he had begun smoking in their family home in Seattle, and more likely to shove the lit cigarette down his throat to make him see the point of her disappointment. Maybe that was an exaggeration, she had never been cruel in her ‘teachings’, but clearly she had left a prominent image in Finlay’s mind to develop such extreme thoughts.
Finn nodded, glad in a way that Forks wasn’t a huge jump for Shane and he already looked like he had settled in well in the town, and would soon to settle into the joys of a different high school. “That’s alright then, least you can’t exactly get lost around here. You can try I guess…” He commented light-heartedly, chuckling a little as he imagined anyone trying to get lost in the dreary town of Forks. Finn’s eyes glanced down for a moment and his fingers flicked off a stray piece of white ash that had settled onto his knee and watched it make its descent to join the rest of the scattered remains of his roll-up on the dark concrete. Returning his gaze to Shane, he wondered what he really thought of the school as it was never easy transferring from one place to another, especially as he looked as though he only a year or so left before graduating. “Who have you met so far then?”
He listened intently to Shane’s answer as Finn was far more interested in the lives of those still roaming the earth rather than the ones that could no longer speak for themselves. "You're right about that, Forks isn't very appealing...but anyway, there was...an incident and..I couldn't stay there anymore. I had to come here, there was no other place to go." “Ah…” Finn started, unsure of what exactly to say without prying even deeper into the past that Shane clearly didn’t want to discuss. “I understand that, though I’m sure your reasons are more rational and…normal than mine.” He jested in an attempt to lighten the mood that had become a little tense as he sensed the negative feelings behind Shane’s words. [/blockquote]
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Post by shane kent on Apr 17, 2010 10:36:35 GMT -6
I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Shane slightly rolled his neck and bit his lip, noticing Finn's nod and smile. He considered a good thing, in the sense that his slight discomfort with his smoking didn't really mess up things between them. A new friendship wasn't ruined right before it was started. “No problem, you don’t really want to breathe it in if you can help it.” He nodded his head, a half-smile touching his lips. A moment passed by the two of them, then Shane spoke. "I'll do my best..." he replied, though he already knew. He learned to do that, to reduce the coughing and his dad yelling to put a sock in it. After that, most of the coughing was from when his dad sometimes purposely blew smoke in his face. He was not a very nice man, though he could act like he was. When the occasion called for it, anyway. A cool breeze blew past, as Finn spoke up. “That’s alright then, least you can’t exactly get lost around here. You can try I guess…” Shane let out a small chuckle at that, but with his luck, he just might. He wasn't used to the layout of the town yet, but it shouldn't be too hard to learn. He took a deep breath, as his new friend flicked some remaining ashes off his knee and they fell towards the ground. “Who have you met so far then?” Shane gently bit his lower lip, his thoughts gathering. Has he met anyone else, besides Flick? He wasn't sure of the name of the woman from the antiques store...and there was a customer from his work. She seemed friendly and kind, but what was her name? It was a unique one, just like she was. "Well, there is Flick...she said that she goes to this school..and this older woman at an antiques store..I can't remember her name..and also, this girl that had come into my work..if only I could remember her name.." Shane answered, running a hand through his hair. He hated, not remembering that last girl's name. A smirk had played at his lips, faintly remembering that she had called him 'Superman' that day. He nearly chuckled. “Ah…” Finn had said, referring to what he had said. Will Finn pry? Shane hoped he wouldn't. “I understand that, though I’m sure your reasons are more rational and…normal than mine.” He almost let out a sigh of relief, but managed to suppress the urge. Shane began to wonder what his reasons could be, but he didn't want to pry. If Finn didn't pry it out of Shane, then he would have the same respect for his new friend.
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Post by finlay abel ruxton on May 10, 2010 11:59:02 GMT -6
Finn could almost feel the advancing asthma that would one day overwhelm his lungs as the cigarette smoke worked its way into the smallest alveoli every day. He still doubted the alternative cigarette patches would have any effect with his lack of willpower, but he supposed once it was confirmed his health was in serious trouble then perhaps he would gather up the willpower to live. Shane clearly had no such problems, no obvious addictions, though what could really be seen during their first meeting? The other senior could have been a secret heroin addict, but Finlay doubted that greatly as there were always subtle signs of alcoholism and drug use that even the untrained eye could see. "I'll do my best..." Finn nodded, though he made a mental note not to light up when he was around Shane again.
The afternoon was steadily drawing into evening, though there was still a fair amount of daylight left, though the gentle breeze shifted the clouds in the sky enough to cover the sun and temporarily limit the amount of pure sunlight that shone down upon the earth below. Finn remembered back to his first time in Forks, having lived in Seattle at the time, the journey itself was tiresome and he had not had much time to socialise with potential friends until only a year ago when he had moved into his own apartment in Forks itself. He supposed that if Shane hadn’t been in the town long, that he would have only met a few people and would soon get to know a few more at school. Finn listened intently as his new companion listed off the few people he had mat so far, and though he didn’t recognise the two descriptions of the unknown females, he certainly knew of the former girl’s name. “Flick? Now where did you meet her?” He asked casually, though his lips curled into small smirk as he presumed Shane did not know that the girl was practically famous within the rumour factory of the school.
“Felicity Stonebridge has quite a…reputation y’know, you ought to be careful with that one.” He continued seriously, with a slight air of mystery as he wondered whether Shane had heard any of the rumours that were often still on the lips of the students at Forks high. He wasn’t trying to warn him off the troublesome girl as such, more prevent him being led astray, which Flick was more than capable of. Finlay himself had never taken the time to get to know the younger girl, but that wasn’t to say that she hadn’t tried to influence him on the one occasion with her reasonable good looks and flirtatious attitude. Clearly she had not been amused when he brushed her off, and swiftly moved onto someone who was more willing. Shane appeared to be one of those genuinely nice guys that could quickly go bad in the wrong company, which Finn was certain Felicity was. He could not understand how one rebellious girl, intent on bringing about her own expulsion by causing havoc once in a while, was still in attendance at the school; especially after that not-so-suspicious fire.
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Post by shane kent on May 15, 2010 14:26:28 GMT -6
I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Shane didn't quite realize how much time has passed, until he stole a glance up at the sky above them. It began to grow darker by the minute, the afternoon now fading away into the evening. He inhaled slow and deep, glancing at his new friend Finn. A few moments came and went, as he listed off the people that he's met so far in Forks. Finn had listened to him, then it was his turn to speak. “Flick? Now where did you meet her?” Shane managed a little shrug, recalling the day in La Push. He wanted to get out for a while, taking a drive out of Forks and ended up in La Push. He went to the beach there, settling down in the sand and started to read a book. Flick had been already there, listening to music. They got to talking and before he knew it, he was agreeing to join her for a swim. A storm was due to hit the beach soon, it did not stop them from going in anyway. A half-smirk played at his lips, remembering the look on all the remaining people's faces as they watched them swim for a little bit. "We met at the beach, out in La Push.." he replied, running a hand through his hair. She seemed quite fun to be around, someone he could be friends with. A light breeze blew past, ruffling his hair a bit. Then, Finn spoke up. “Felicity Stonebridge has quite a…reputation y’know, you ought to be careful with that one.” Shane slightly raised an eyebrow, letting all of his words sink into his head. A reputation? What does he mean, is she like..some sort of troublemaker or something? He took a deep breath, before he spoke. "A reputation? How so?" Shane asked him, clasping his hands in front of them. She seemed like something had been bothering her when they met, but he wasn't sure what it was. Was it because she was a bit of a troublemaker? Or something else?
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Post by finlay abel ruxton on May 16, 2010 9:25:34 GMT -6
It felt like it was only moments ago that Finn was sitting amongst his peers pretending to be enthralled by the subject of his last class, one of which he had already forgotten the content of. It was true that time flies, and gets away from everyone without them realising until it was too late. He originally figured he wouldn’t stick around for long after school, that he would go home and perhaps make a start on his English homework, but that moment had gone and he was now procrastinating nicely. He had plenty of time on his hands, and his distinct lack of a social life with the exception of earning a few bob as he lied to members of the public who were unfortunate to hire him as a communication between two worlds, ensured he could always have enough time for homework. We met at the beach, out in La Push.." Finlay had almost forgotten he had asked a question as a pretty girl strutted past them, and when Shane answered it brought him out of his brief reverie and turned back to face Shane. “Ah, fair enough.” He acknowledged casually.
"A reputation? How so?" Finn had peaked his interest; clearly Shane was oblivious to Flick’s unruly behaviour that he was certain she must save just for the purpose of disrupting school. Honestly, Finlay didn’t know anything about the girl, except for the stories that went around the high school rumour mill, but he had no reason to doubt any of them. From what he had heard, no one knew much about her; she kept to herself and didn’t seem to indulge anyone in anything personal. Even the simplest of things like family were hazy to those who had once called her a friend, she had an elder brother and Finn assumed her parents were still together, despite the talk of frequent arguments within the household from anyone who lived down the same street as Felicity. Finn realised that perhaps his words would destroy the new kid’s fresh friendship, but it would be better if Shane understood what he was getting himself into and make up his own mind, rather than picking up bits and pieces from the school’s major gossips.
“She’s…” He begun leaning towards Shane a little more to make their conversation a bit more private and still trying to contemplate his phrasing without blatantly criticizing the girl. “…quite the troublemaker, rebellious y’know? Smokes, drinks, set fire to the science block once, been in trouble with the police on a few occasions that sort of thing.” Finn chuckled, rambling through a few of the things he had heard or witnessed, passing the subject as lighter than it probably was. “No one tends to stay her friend for long, and none of them know much about her. Don’t get me wrong, some people like the dark, mysterious type; but if you ask me, there’s something else going on than a rebellious streak.” He shrugged and offered a small smile that conveyed his condolences for Shane’s potentially doomed friendship, though maybe Flick really needed someone more like his new companion who might have the patience to stick by her even when she would eventually push him away.
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Post by shane kent on May 16, 2010 11:25:57 GMT -6
I'm coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine Shane had heard the sound of footsteps, before he saw as the girl strutted past them. He turned his head a bit, seeing the backside of her. She was attractive, that much is clear. As a moment came and went, she went around the corner of the building and disappeared. “Ah, fair enough.” Shane's gaze turned back to look at Finn, just as his gaze had turned back to him. Obviously; he wasn't the only one to notice the pretty girl that walked by them. He resisted the urge, to let a small chuckle escape from his lips. A few moments passed, after he asked his question about Flick. He did like her, she's fun to be around. But what does Finn mean by what he said about her having a reputation? “She’s…” Shane somewhat watched, as his friend had leaned in closer..to keep prying ears from eavesdropping. A moment came and went, then Finn spoke up. “…quite the troublemaker, rebellious y’know? Smokes, drinks, set fire to the science block once, been in trouble with the police on a few occasions that sort of thing.” Shane raised one of his eyebrows, letting Finn's words sink in. A troublemaker? He could hardly believe it, but he was new to Forks. Finn knew what he was talking about, probably. “No one tends to stay her friend for long, and none of them know much about her. Don’t get me wrong, some people like the dark, mysterious type; but if you ask me, there’s something else going on than a rebellious streak.”Shane slightly nodded his head, listening as he spoke. A cool breeze blew past the two of them, ruffling his hair a bit. The gears in his head were turning, processing it all. Something else going on? That could be possible.., he then mused. "Really?" he managed to say. A brief silence fell in between them, as they sat there.
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