burning dark blue, }{ tag: vance

[KADY LENNA KNOX]

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[VANCE EASTON MORIARTY]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 420; background-image: url('http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1l7qmU3bQ1rsctu7o1_500.jpg'); border: 2px solid #1C2E1C] * let's do this one more time He quite liked it here. Away from his family. Finally separated from the chains that they had kept him bound in so tightly. It was like an immense burden had been lifted from him and replaced with one that was significantly smaller. Vance didn’t understand why he felt such a strong need to protect Kady. He didn’t understand why he was always so concerned over her well being. But he wasn’t exactly complaining about it either. He was away from Orlando now. Away from his family. Away from an abusive father, memories of his brother’s suicide, and the remaining brother’s judgmental ways. Away from reminders of how big of a fuck up he was. Sometimes it felt like helping Kady get here was the only worthwhile thing he had ever done. The only help he had ever given anyone. Sometimes Vance believed all of the verbal beatings he had gotten over the years and truly thought himself as a worthless waste of flesh and bones. This island may not be much, but it wasn’t his father’s trailer. It wasn’t threatening and it didn’t make him feel exposed and vulnerable. He actually felt quite at peace. A bit overwhelmed, so much change happening at once, but a good sort of overwhelming. A fresh start. Any time he had free time to think he usually found himself drifting into thoughts about Kady. Most commonly going over the day they spent at Disney World. How easy that had been. How easy it was to open up to someone and be himself. He had, in the past few days, shared far more with her than he had with anyone else. Why? Because he felt a need to get it all out, but he had to get it all out to her. It couldn’t be anyone else. It had to be Kady. Talking to her was so easy. Completely effortless. He had nothing to fear. No reputation to uphold. Just this weird need to keep her happy and safe from everything bad in this world. He didn’t understand it. Part of him didn’t want to understand it. But then the rest of him clung to the familiarity of her. The fact that she was probably the first and only person to think that he had any sort of good in him. He had saved her life, and the lives of several other people, but his own family didn’t seem to see that. He didn’t know who to believe any more, them or Kady. He always leaned toward Kady. He had gone for a walk, as was common for him. A walk with the company of his stolen iPod, cigarettes and thoughts. The only company he usually desired when he couldn’t have Kady’s. And as usual he planned to take the short cut back to the dorms. Cutting through the auditorium, down a scarcely used hallway and up a flight of stairs, and then right there were the dorms. He slipped through the back door the auditorium as he usually did, leaving a cigarette butt on the ground on the outside of it and closing it quietly behind him. It took him a moment to realize that someone was screaming. It wasn’t until the heavy metal song he had been listening to started to end and the last notes were trickling away when he realized it wasn’t his music making that noise. He tugged one of the headphones off of his ear and narrowed his eyes as he looked onto the stage. A face that was all too familiar creating that shrill, blood curdling noise. By the time her eyes opened back up again and she could see him he was nearly to the edge of the stage, looking up at her with immense concern. Pale blue eyes fixated on her face wondering what was plaguing her and how he could help. He said nothing for the longest time, simply pressing his hands on top of the stage and hefting himself up rather than take the stairs. “Are you okay?”

[/color] A stupid question to ask when clearly she wasn’t, but it was the only thing he could think to say.


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[KADY LENNA KNOX]

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[style=margin-left: 10px; font-size: 10px; font-family: COURIER NEW; color: 4c4c4c; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: CENTER;"]THANKS MICHAELA (ATF, CAUTION AND SHINE)

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[VANCE EASTON MORIARTY]

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[/color] he asked, stepping closer to her now that he had joined her on the stage. The few tears that fell from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks shattered something within him and he immediately closed the distance so he could wipe them off. Tugging his sleeve down, of course, so fabric touched her skin rather than his hand. He didn’t want her to be worried about a repeat of their last school, so he hoped the sleeve would do. He let his hand drop and watched her wipe away where he had just been, feeling somewhat hurt by this but letting her do whatever it was she felt she needed.

“You know…you know you can always talk to me if you need to,”[/color] he offered somewhat hesitantly. Vance had never been good at giving advice. He couldn’t even take his own advice half of the time. He wasn’t the kind of guy people went to when they needed a shoulder to cry on. He was the one you went to when you needed someone to scream at and take anger out on. Someone to beat on. He wasn’t at all comforting. Not at all wise and intuitive. He was just some punk kid with a lot of bitterness toward people who were no longer in his life. He was just Vance Moriarty, the common school bully who used beating on other kids to make himself feel better. Unwilling to admit that making Kady happy made him feel better than winning a fight ever would. Unwilling to admit that the feelings he had had for Kady were still around. But in some sense he didn’t really have to admit to them. He was here at this school for her. He had saved her life, and several others. He had offered to teach her how to use his own power for the times she would most likely end up with it. He protected her from people who might do to her what he did to brats like Tony. And he stopped whatever he was doing to go to her when she was upset.

What was he supposed to say though? How could he make her feel better? She wouldn’t want him to touch her, so a hug was out of the question no matter how badly he wanted to hold her. So what words of consolation could he give her when he didn’t even know what was wrong? Seeing her so upset was heartbreaking, and not knowing how to fix it was even worse. He felt so useless and worthless. “Maybe another scream is needed. I’ll join you this time,”[/color] he offered, his tone cautious and somewhat gentle. “What do you say?”[/color] He was right in front of her now, moving so he was somewhat beside her. Angled so that if or when they did scream their voices would be projected in the same direction and make a great big wave for the school to feel. He almost held out his hand for her but then remembered her power and let it drop to his side, wondering if it would help if he gave her gloves or something. Was that something that would make her feel better?



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[KADY LENNA KNOX]

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 430px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; font-size: 25px; font-family: arial narrow; color: ffffff; background-color: 7A5C68; text-shadow: #000000 0px 2px 2px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -2px; font-style: italic;"]what you could possibly expect [/style][style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 10px; width: 220px; height: 240px; overflow: auto; background-color: ffffff; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial, calibri; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; color: 0c0c0c; line-height: 100%; float: right;"]A dam had cracked within the small girl, letting loose an ocean of feelings and thoughts and generally bad things she had pushed back for long enough. If she were a cartoon there’d be a vicious storm swirling and brewing above her head for all the conflict going on in her tiny form. It seemed so much for someone so slight and so young to have to handle. But she did, and on an everyday basis Kady handled it all well, but apparently too well for her own good. The last thing she wanted though was for anyone to see her like this, for anyone’s impression of her to be changed to something more, something she didn’t want to be. However now, it seemed, that was out of her hands, cause the one person she never wanted to let her guard down around was right there. Right there witnessing that dam inside her fracture and burst. The moment they came Kady cursed the tears that escaped her, but that lasted only a moment because suddenly Vance was there, closer, pulling his sleeve down over his hand and wiping at her face. Brushing the tears away. A part of her hurt for the fact that he didn’t and very well couldn’t, touch her, skin to skin, but that was yet another thing she’d have to learn to deal with. She couldn’t have that sort of contact again, not with people like her at least. That opened up a whole new can of worms. Was she still human? Did having this difference make her something more? Something less? Nothing at all? Compared to the average Joe, what exactly was she? It was something she hadn’t thought of before. It wasn’t like she could’ve helped this though right? After all she was born this way, the product of parents who were just as different as she was. Kady wiped at her eyes some more the moment Vance’s hand moved away, some false hope that maybe if she did it would show both of them that none of this was right. That some things just weren’t possible anymore. Kady nodded, belatedly to his former question, having been momentarily taken aback by his actions. Dark eyes looked everywhere but at him, not wanting them to betray her. Kady still felt something for the boy, still wanted to try for whatever they had started, but they weren’t right, something in her told her that. Things had changed and because of that everything had to change, it was what it was. As bitter about that as she was, it was something she always repeated. Vance’s next words seemed empty to her, largely in part to that fact that out of everyone in the world he was the last person she could really talk to. Part of her problem was him, as awful as that sounded. Part of her wanted to be angry with him, blame him for all of this even though she knew it wasn’t his fault. Another part wanted to forget about what could happen and just kiss him. However what they had now, a quasi friendship of sorts was what she was happy with, what she could live with. But there was no way she could open up to him about all that among other things. Vance’s suggestion took her completely by surprise, causing her eyes to look up, at him, puzzled. Was he serious? He wanted her to keep screaming and more than that he wanted to join in. Was he hurting like she was or was he just trying to make her feel better? Maybe he had just lost it, that was a rational theory, right? Regardless she hesitated for a moment, watching as he moved to stand beside her some. Kady stared at him for a moment, brow furrowed in confusion before looking ahead once more, taking in a deep breath to fill her lungs then releasing all the things she was holding inside through a scream. What happened next was something she’d probably regret later, but at the moment she couldn’t help it. Kady’s arm left her side and reached out to Vance, her hand found his, skin to skin, clasping tightly, forgetting the possibility of consequences.

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[VANCE EASTON MORIARTY]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 420; background-image: url('http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1l7qmU3bQ1rsctu7o1_500.jpg'); border: 2px solid #1C2E1C] * let's do this one more time Vance was one of those people who panicked when he was in front of someone who was crying. Be it a child or a young woman or a grown man, he had no idea what he was supposed to do with himself or with the other person. Each person needed to be comforted differently, and Vance had never been good enough at reading people to figure out what sort of comfort was needed. Seeing Kady cry was ripping at his heart and twisting it in ways that he had never felt before. She was always so happy and energetic, seeing her as anything else was disturbing and not something he hoped to see on a regular basis. He could handle period related mood swings, that was no big deal really, but this? This was torture of the cruelest kind for him. It was only further reminding Vance of his strong his feelings for Kady were and how much it hurt to see her so upset. How was he supposed to help her? How was he supposed to comfort her? Most girls just needed a hug and to be told that they were beautiful and worth something, but he couldn’t hold Kady without there being repercussions. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to hold her until the end of time. But he couldn’t. Vance was trying his best to be of some help but he was worried it was a vain attempt at calming down someone who’s feelings were most likely unreciprocated. All he could really do was wipe her tears with his sleeve and offer up another scream. He looked to her from his new position beside her, watching her take in a deep breath and matching it with one of his own before releasing his own inner turmoil. His scream joined hers in a shrill and blood curdling noise that the rest of the school was most likely growing concerned about. The huskiness to his voice that was no doubt a product of too much smoking more than evident in even a scream that slowly trailed off into nothingness. Evaporating into the walls of the auditorium as him and Kady stood there with interlocked hands. Wait. What? When had she taken his hand? Or had he taken hers? He hadn’t really been paying attention, so the result was him looking down at the skin to skin contact she was providing him with and lifting their hands until the back of hers was to his face. He gave it a little kiss before dropping their linked limbs and giving her a small smile. “Feel better at all?”

[/color] he asked. “Or should we do it again?”[/color] Maybe they could pull a Mister Deeds and start screaming out silly words just to hear them echoed back. He gave her hand a little squeeze that was hopefully reassuring, caressing her skin with his thumb and tugging her closer to him.

Vance sighed and then decided to take a leap and started pouring his heart out. “I know you worry a lot about your power, but I really do want to help you out with it. I don’t believe that you’re at all dangerous. You’re far from it. This is probably the last thing you want brought up right now, but Kady, you’re not the horrible person you think you are. You’re strong and really pretty and you’re the only person in this place who can stand me in large doses.”[/color] He paused to take a breath and to collect his thoughts a bit more. “Please let me help you,”[/color] he continued almost desperately, tugging her so that they were facing one another again. He took her other hand so he now had a hold of both, looking down at her with concern and fondness and admiration.

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