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Jan 3, 2011 17:35:19 GMT -5
Post by ASHER SHANE HOLDEN on Jan 3, 2011 17:35:19 GMT -5
  • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •Asher sighed softly as he stared at the park. Salem. It was his last year here at the high school and he wasn’t entirely sure that he was going to sign on at the university or not though he had looked into it quite a bit. They had a program that would allow him to follow the things that he wanted to do. He could be a fashion student there and still live with his grandma, who was the only person beside a few of his friends that had really accepted him one hundred percent. Things were hard enough on him that he wasn’t sure he’d want to stick around this place. He could move out to Cali and just introduce himself as Ash there and no one would ever have to know any differently. It’d make things a hell of a lot easier on him.
He bit down at his bottom lip as he tucked a piece of long blonde hair behind his ear. This was the only place that he really relaxed when school started up again. Things were always a bit awkward being around people who liked to push him around from time to time. Sure he wasn’t much for being bullied but there were still those few people. He’d always find a way to get them back and he had done it to a couple of them, but there were still a few more that needed to be taken down for him to really feel like he could fit in around this place. He chuckled softly at the thought of that. Him fitting in honestly seemed as farfetched as running face first into a fucking unicorn.
Asher headed to the bench that always seemed to be his perch when he was in the park. It was the closest one to the gazebo they had out here and it was always the one that was empty no matter when he came out here. He pulled his bag from around his shoulders and set it on to the bench before he settled down beside it. He flipped open his bag and grabbed his notebook, as well as the pencil he kept in there. He pushed through the pages so he was to the spot that he had left off last time. Fashion…that was what he did. And he spent all of his time sketching when he wasn’t out partying or trying to hook up with people.
Ash took a deep breath and smiled as he started sketching out another design. Hopefully one day he could manage to get some models and start up his own clothing line and find some hot little photographer to do it all in his studio. He grinned as he thought about it, honestly amused with the thought of it. He loved the thought of making his life out like that. And then he could have his nice little studio apartment, where he did all of his work. Ash’s hand continued to sketch out what he was working on though his mind was far from the design.
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Jan 3, 2011 18:03:36 GMT -5
Post by BASIL KENSI McALLISTER on Jan 3, 2011 18:03:36 GMT -5
Basil walked the three short blocks from her home to the park. Bas love to walk, it was healthy and it let her feel the cold Oregon wind. If there was one thing, one sense that she embraced, it would be her sense of touch. The feeling of the wind nipping at her face, it running through her light hair. It was all nice to the girl, she would almost consider it better than her hearing, but you all know what they say, you can never miss something you never had.
A smile spread across her face as she reached the park. It was almost empty except for a spare few people and children. The cool breeze tickled her pale skin, and every where she looked it was colorful and sunny, despite the fact that the worst of winter had just passed. It was just so beautiful. Basil walked with a notebook in hand and behind her left ear was a pen. She was a writer by heart but that was also one of her main ways of communication. It was practically glued to her hand, either that or her dry erase board that was in her bedroom at the home.
You see, Basil was born completely deaf, she can’t hear anything and she refuses to try a hearing aid. She doesn’t consider it a disability, and she would never want to change herself. Bas looked around through auburn eyes, she choose to take a seat at a bench. Maybe she could write a poem or two while she was outside. As she made her way towards that side of that park she saw a young man take a seat on her set bench. She just smiled, it wasn’t really hers there was room for anyone who needed a seat.
Basil walked over and sat down on the unoccupied side of the bench. She looked over at the young man and gave him a friendly nod. As she got closer she recognized the boy, or should she say girl? His name was Asher, he was also a member of the school's gsa. She gave the boy a small wave, as a greeting and to also get his attention.
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Jan 3, 2011 18:26:19 GMT -5
Post by ASHER SHANE HOLDEN on Jan 3, 2011 18:26:19 GMT -5
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Asher chewed at his bottom lip as he mind ran away with him. He loved having the vivid imagination that he did because it allowed his mind to make up all of the fashions that he had in his sketch book. He loved that he was able to just sit around and imagine all of these new sketches and then be able to put a pencil to paper and have all of them just flow out. Ash pulled his hand away from the paper as he finished up the last of the design. That was when he knew he had a flair for it though, because it didn’t take him more than a few minutes to get a new design completely sketched out.
He pulled his eyes away from the page and let them scan the park. It was in this break from his sketch pad that he realized someone had sat down on the bench beside him. He took her in for a moment before he realized who she was. Basil. The only reason he really knew her was because they were in the gay straight alliance together. And honestly, that made him feel a lot better about it being her that had sat down on the bench with him than someone else. Of course, he never really knew how to handle her. It always put him a bit on edge because she was deaf and though he knew a bit of signing he never felt like he should use it, especially since she carried paper and a pen with her all the time.
Ash lifted his hand in a wave and smiled broadly at her. Even though she put him on edge, that didn’t stop him from being nice. But then again he was nice to everyone unless they gave him a reason to be brutally cruel with them, which had happened here more than once. “Hey! How are you?” He grinned as he said it and then realized what he had done and smacked himself in the head. “I uh…damn it. Sorry.” His brows furrowed and he flipped the page in his sketch book. He wasn’t sure if she could read lips or not but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable if she couldn’t. He grabbed his pencil and quickly wrote out ‘how are you?’ in a neat, very girly font that he had adopted for years now.
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Jan 8, 2011 16:58:02 GMT -5
Post by BASIL KENSI McALLISTER on Jan 8, 2011 16:58:02 GMT -5
Basil was not the kind of person to put herself out into the spotlight, there were two different sides of the girl. In public she was very shy, not really acknowledging anyone and pushing herself into an awkward conversations and a whole bunch of pity parties. And the other side was when she was with the few people that she called her friends. She would outgoing and playful, just like she was with children. Bas just liked to do her own thing, and when people did try to talk to her, she would happily respond, even if it wasn’t how others would.
A smile spread across the girl's face as he responded with a wave. She glanced over at him as he spoke, “Hey! How are you?... I uh…damn it. Sorry.” Basil did read lips, very well actually. More than one would think, but then again she had been learning for the better half of the last ten years. She kind of disliked talking to new people, hated how uncomfortable that she made them. Which was why it was hard for the young heiress to make new friends. And dating even more impossible.
She watched as he turned to a new page in his drawing book, and in his neat writing her wrote, how are you?. It was the same thing that he had just asked. Basil knew how awkward that she could make people feel, so she didn't object him from writing in his book. If he would rather talk through the pen then why not. It would save the initial 'errr' factor as she would like to call it.
Basil smiled at him then opened her notebook, She took the pen with her left hand and wrote; i'm doing fine, thank you, she went down to the next line, and continued in her legible scrawl, how are you today? lovely weather isn't it?. She held it up and showed the youngman sitting next to her.
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