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 Indiana Jones and the Zzzzzzz, Oscar
Edwin Burks
Posted: Nov 26 2011, 10:03 PM


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When the door shut Eddy knew that he would soon be alone. Zedekiah was off to work, and hed be laying there for several hours. The sound of it didnt make him think of peace and quiet or anything of that nature. It made him think of the minor amount of freedom hed have until Julie or Zia returned. Minor meaning that hed toddle around the apartment until he was tired then lay down for a rebellious nap on the couch outside his room. They didnt want him being too mobile without them, and but didnt stop the former exercise finatic from doing so anyway. He hadnt exactly promised anyone to stay put after all. It was more a silent understanding.

Staring at the ceiling with an expression of determination, Eddy tried to get up th energy to get dressed. This took more than he would like. Pants werent so bad, but with one still healing shoulder it practically took an act of will to keep going when he was half way there. Of all the challenges he had in life it was sort of funny to believe putting on his clothes would be one of them. Still he managed it. Managed it then took a quick rest. Of all the things he had wanted in life, independence had been one of them. It was hard to believe how dependent he had been on people since finally leaving his parents house a few years ago. It felt so ironic to move backwards in one direction while going forward in another.

He had a boyfriend, had his sister, and had lost the ability to run. He loved running more than almost anything he did. This was just torture. The only thing that kept him cheerful was learning new things. Now that hed finished his current book it was time to buy a new one at the Attic. Something for younger people. Afterall even if he was fluent in ASL it didnt mean he could teach it. There had to be a special way to do it, and he wanted to have help. What better way?

A new book.. he wanted a new book. YES! That was what he would do. Sliding off the bed slowly, he grabbed the cane Zedekiah had given him in his left hand then started off through the apartment at a slow gate. Hed almost made it out the door before he realized he wasnt wearing shoes. Awe man.

The shoes took longer, but he always adored his running shoes even if he couldnt run. Sometimes he would try to spring a few steps. Maybe now the surguries were over and the therapy was going well hed have time to, you know, exercise. Well.. he could dream.

Eddy was kind of proud of himself. He made it to the elevator at Olivier and even out of the building without feeling the need to rest. Actually if it wasnt that he promised not oto push himself he would probably never rest. Hed promised however. Hed keep that promise.

It took a very long time to get to Juniper, and by the time hed made it that far he wasnt thinking of promises or pacing. The bookstore was so close! Eager footsteps lured him onward like the smell of some fascinating food waiting for him on thanksgiving day. Maybe that was why he didnt notice how flushed he was or the hard way he breathed. It wasnt until a stoplight wouldnt let him cross the street that he bowed hard against a pole finally feeling the effects of excitement wearing off as his body realized that the Attic was much further when you were taking old man steps toward it instead of long gallant strides.

The feeling of light headed unease wasnt helping as all six foot one of him began to bend heavily on his cane and a street lamp.


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Oscar Holmes
Posted: Nov 30 2011, 07:36 AM


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The glow from the cigarette lit up in the dark of the alleyway Oscar was passing through. He liked walking, a lot. He often went on walks because he found it easier to think when he did. Thinking was another thing he liked a lot. His world wasn't quiet but he was and that allowed him to listen to people and then think about things. He didn't always think about important things or big things. Sometimes he thought about what to have on his sandwiches, if it was time to buy more tea or if he should cut his hair. At other times he did think of big things like how he was going to use his words in the best way possible. He worried sometimes someone he loved would run out of words too, because they talked too much. He wouldn't be able to live a life without words.

Oscar blinked when he came out from the alley and the sunlight hit him again. He smiled softly and felt his skin soak in the warmth that was left in the November sun. He thought about his home in the winters, California where the sun never sets. He took another drag on the cigarette and looked down at it. He'd tried quitting but then his reason for doing so had left him. It didn't hurt anymore, it had been what? Two years almost? Still it saddened him, how he'd lost everything. Maybe he should try quit smoking again? Oscar out the cigarette out and threw it in a garbage bin he passed.

He put his hands down into the pockets of the long leather coat he was wearing. It wasn't cold enough for him to close it but he felt too chilly to go without it. He looked through the windows at Juniper Avenue, seeing all those things he didn't need and didn't really want. And all those things he did want. It was a nice day, a slow and quiet day. Maybe he should go home and write. He still had that new book to finish.

He was going in the direction of Olivier when he saw a young man leaning on a cane and lamp post. He looked like he was in pain. Oscar didn't leave people who might need help so he walked over, leaned in a bit, noticing that they were the same height if the man had been standing upright, and offered a small but warm smile. "Alright?" Oscar wasn't a man of many spoken words, but he usually got his point across anyway.



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Edwin Burks
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It was almost cruel to wait at a traffic light and be unable to go when it changed. Eddy watched the little man brighten then flash before dimming again as the last person strolled across the road without a care. He envied them their mobility. In his head he could imagine wiping his brow with a small towel tucked in the elastic of his sweats before heading across at a smooth jog. Hed turn left then dodge past that old woman with her dog. There hed pause briefly in gate to excuse himself and offer a polite hello before continuing onward as if every step led him closer to freedom. Sometimes hed look at scenery with new eyes. Astounded by simple colorations in the fall leaves. Look at the buildings as pieces rather than a whole and be amazed at how they were put together. Brick by brick. Board by board. Nail by nail. It was crazy!

Where would he go from there? Down the street towards the bakery? Maybe hed head for the fitness center. The road was endless, and in his mind he visualized stop sign waiting for him. Almost asking where his feet would go. Itd all depend on if he went right or left or....Alright? His stomach jumped then squeezed as Eddy came back down to earth. He should pay better attention. Just a little tired. Answered the former runner, amazed at his own breathlessness as he looked to see who was talking. A tall lean man looked back. Man, his hair was longer than his. How often did he brush it? Did it snarl? His sister threatened to braid his all the time. Im.. sorry. Am I in your way? Oh gosh he should have thought of that sooner. That was rude of him.

Carefully he took a few steps to the side then continued to hold the light pole up. Are you... new to the area? Easy. Breath. The feeling of nervousness had caught him off guard. At least years of running helped him gently relax his heart-rate. Easy. It wasnt as if the other man had reached out and touched him first. I know these streets well. Short sentences were not his norm, but they worked. He felt embarrassed, but smiled anyway through each rise and fall of his shoulders. How bad did he look anyway?


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Oscar Holmes
Posted: Dec 4 2011, 06:38 AM


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Oscar shook his head at the first question. The stranger wasn't in the way at all. It wasn't like it was impossible to walk around him if one really wanted to. Oscar didn't want to. He studied the man silently for a moment, trying to take in how hurt he was and if he needed any help at all. Sometimes it was hard to tell. Maybe help wouldn't be appreciated, that also happened sometimes, didn't it? Oscar didn't want to be in the way or impose. Or hurt anyone. He would hate hurting anyone, even if it was a complete stranger. A slightly familiar complete stranger. But Oscar had an eye for faces so it could have been that he had passed him on the street sometime. Mariet was a small town after all.

The next sentence made Oscar shake his head again. No, he wasn't new. He had lived there since going to college what felt like ages ago. He pushed some hair away from his face, the wind catching some strands and making them dance around in the air a little. "Hurts?" He said finally and motioned for the man's leg. And then he licked his lips slightly before speaking again. "Need help?" He offered the man a friendly smile. Some people thought he was weird and refused his help but Oscar would never stop offering it. Even if he got a no a hundred times he would eventually encounter someone who needed help.

Then Oscar fell into silence again. He waited for the other to say where he wanted to go, if he wanted Oscar to accompany him there or if he would rather that he left. Silences rarely got awkward for Oscar, so he simply stood there and waited.



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Edwin Burks
Posted: Dec 6 2011, 02:25 AM


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Mariet was full of interesting people who probably had great stories! Eddy wanted to know them all.. er.. both the stories and the people. Well, he wanted to know the nice people anyway. The mean ones tended to hurt him after all. Gosh, not that he'd judge anyone. Even a scary looking person could be one of the friendliest folks he'd ever met. It had been a long time since he'd seen new faces. Not that he was going to try to meet new people right now, but here he was staring at a new person when he'd gotten himself too tired to get to the attic.

Or cross the street. That was a little embarrassing.

The man he'd met had some of the prettiest hair he'd ever seen. Maybe it was a strange observation for a guy, but there it was. He had this.. feeling. It was a feeling of peace. Kindness. He was pretty sure he was kind anyway because he did ask if the former runner was okay. Truth be told he probably did need a little help. It was just sad to him. Someday Eddy wanted to be on his own again, run again, do things again without help. For now though? He knew he dind't have much of a choice.

Wait! too much inner monologue. Maybe he was lost? Was he new to town? "...." Just a shake of the head. Gosh.. did he insult him? He immediately went through their tiny conversation with no luck. What did he do? "Hurts?" Blinking with confusion, he followed the other's gaze to his leg. "What? Oh.. no." All those years of running had taught him how to breath, and as he calmed down he managed to speak more easily. Thank goodness. "I .. um.. " How to explain this. "I-I-I was shot.. in the shoulder." Feeling his cheeks heat, he realized he wasn't making a good explanation. It was just hard to think of a way to say.. anything.. he didn't want to talk about the whole experience at all.

Stacy, Kiba... the hospital time.. being shot...

Making an expression of discomfort, he glanced around with embarrassment. "I've had to go through alot of.. surgeries and therapy so... I just... get tired easily so I like to lean on my cane and...um.. you know, see how far I can get." Did it make sense? He hoped so. It was hard to feel as if anything he did made sense since he lived on more medication than he wanted to admit. "I just want to be back to normal again. If I didn't push myself then .. " impatience. It was a year.

He was talking too much to someone who he didn't even know. It probably had to do with seeing nobody but people form therapy and his apartment-mates. He had never been very good at restraint. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to.. talk your ear off." Guiltily he adjusted himself to stand again. "I wanted to go to the attic. I needed a new book." Someday he'd get better at talking to strangers. The young man's conversation tended to be earnest and artless as if every person was a potential friend. Even he knew it.


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OOC: Eddie also knows Kiba? Oooo

For a while Oscar wondered what being shot in the shoulder had to do with having to use a cane. He wasn’t going to say anything though. Oscar had never been shot after all. What did he know about it? Then he realised the cane was in case the man got tired and needed to rest and that made a lot more sense. He must have been in for a long time and laying still for that long had to mean you lost a lot of muscle, right? Oscar remembered this once when he had broken his leg and it had been almost impossible to use at first because the muscles had disappeared while he had been in the cast. He felt bad for the man, having to go through that. And getting shot? What could he possibly have done to deserve that? He seemed like a very sweet man so far. Maybe it had been an accident. It probably was.

Oscar understood the frustration of not being able to what he wanted when he wanted. It was hard to have to depend on others once you were grown up and had gotten used to being independent. Then he shook his head when the other said he didn’t want to talk his ear off. He could understand the need to explain. So he simply smiled in a ‘don’t worry about it’ kind of way and looked back towards the street he was on his way home from. Well, it wasn’t like he had anything planned really so he could easily take some time to help if that was needed.

Oscar returned his attention to the man in front of him and offered his hand, or arm, or anything the stranger might need. ”I’ll... take you there.” If the other man would let him of course. Oscar wouldn’t dream of forcing himself on anyone, it would make him feel awful. If his help wasn’t wanted or needed then he would simply walk back home to Olivier and go on with his life. Then he remembered he hadn’t introduced himself and that it was kind of rude not to. ”Oscar.” He said simply and offered the man another smile.



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Edwin Burks
Posted: Dec 14 2011, 06:43 PM


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(yes he does)

George Washington Carver once wrote; How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these. It was beautiful, and so true. Eddy had read many quotes like that. Words of wisdom shouldnt be overlooked. Besides he enjoyed throwing them at his sister when she was angry or grumpy or just having a bad day. There was no better use save perhaps learning to live by what hed learned. The young man repaid kindness with kindness, and right now someone was being kind to him. Perhaps that was why at that quote floated through his head. It was not his favorite, but it felt most fitting.

Talking about his injuries made Eddy uncomfortable. It didnt used to, but it only took one or two people to make him feel self conscious about them. About everything. When asked about them he explained he was shot then wondered immediately if it had been a good idea. It made him nervous, but something about the others eyes made him feel as if it was okay. At least for the moment it was.

He needed to go to the book store.

While he offered kindness to people often, it was different to feel the same. An offered arm, a few friendly words.. Ill... take you there. Kindness.... his eyes watered a little, but the moodswing didnt hit him full force. Thank goodness. Of course it took him a moment to actually think of accepting it. The hesitation was more from past abuse than the current situation, but Eddy wasnt one to judge anyone in any way he felt wrongful. Oh.... okay. Thank you. He really was grateful.

Tucking the cane into his other hand, he gently took the others arm and leaned more than he meant to. He was terribly tired. Guilt pricked at him as he realized he had probably been pushing again. Oscar What? The former runners blue eyes settled on the other man momentarily before making the connection. oscar... that wasnt the first time hed heard that name, but for the life of him he couldnt remember form where. OH! Your name is Oscar? Im Edwin..er.. Eddy. Please call me Eddy. He had never liked the name Edwin. Its nice to meet you, Oscar. They said that repeating something three times helped to put it into memory. That was two. please let me know if Im leaning too much. I walked from Olivier, and I think Ive really worn myself out. He shrugged with both shoulders, one lifting more than the other. Please feel free to lead the way. He couldnt lean on that arm if it was behind him.

Taking a few steps, he concentrated more on his breathing than in talking. Eddy liked to talk. It wasnt so much to hear himself or fill in gaps as it was to offer a piece of himself. Strangers always had so much trouble getting to know eachother, and to him it had to do with not offering anything to relate to. Do you live near here Oscar? Mariet is a lovely area. one foot and then the other. He was doing great! A long rest after this would be a great idea though. Maybe they could get something to drink. Did Oscar like hot chocolate? His eyes started to wander to all the things around them. forgive me if Im.. quiet.. He finally murmured.

one foot then the other. Easy.


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OOC: Sorry if it's short. I figured better short than nothing at all.

Oscar let the other man lean on him, finding a comfortable way for both of them and then set of with slow steps. He made sure they were walking at the same pace so he wouldn't cause further discomfort. Being shot was bad enough without the added pain of leaning against someone who made things worse.

When Eddy introduced himself Oscar offered him a big and warm smile and nodded, showing he'd heard and understood. Sometimes he wondered if people thought he was rude this way but... he could never do something that made himself feel uncomfortable in any way. And he didn't want to run out of words. He was nothing without his words, just an empty vessel with no purpose. He would never allow himself to become that and so he saved his words for what he thought was really important.

When Eddy asked if he lived nearby he nodded and smiled, having figured where he recognised Eddy from. They lived in the same apartment complex. "Olivier." He said and pushed some hair behind his ear again, it had a tendency to be everywhere it wasn't supposed to be and he didn't want it all over Eddy's face. Then a soft and quiet laugh left him and he glanced over at the other man when he apologised for being quiet. That was not a problem for Oscar. So he shook his head before pointing at his own throat, a universal sign that he wasn't talking much himself. Not because of a sore throat or anything, he obviously knew how to talk. He simply chose not to very much.

They were getting nearer The Attic and Oscar looked over at the other, checking so that he was still all right.



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It was good to be alive. To have the ability to feel pain or laughter or tears. Eddy knew that there were people out there who felt the extremes of these things, and would rather end their lives than continue it. Not that hed seen it personally of course. Movies showed so many terrible things, and it couldnt be helped that occasionally begging for death came into play. Gosh that was a terrible thought. Would he be faced with that someday due to age or injury? Would someone he cared about? Such a thought worried him momentarily before he brought himself back to the present. He was exhausted. The only reason the young man was even still standing was because of the growing help of Oscar on his arm. He was terribly grateful.

It was a surprise to hear the other lived in Oliver. Isnt that great? They were neighbors. If he wasnt so tired he would have loved to talk about it. Maybe meet up and drink some hot cocoa this winter. He could introduce him to his boyfriend. It flustered him in a good way when he thought of Zia like that. It made him smile for no reason at all. In fact Eddy was smiling now. So we both live in Oliver? Thats wonder- He felt himself sinking and instinctively grabbed the other man with his weaker arm. It worked, but he dropped his cane. Could We..I.. sit down? Making a face, he pretty much made up his mind to take it easier on himself next time he was out.

Sometimes he was in his own world. It was a nice place to be. Eddy would think, and many times he would start to daydream or ramble internally. He used to ramble more externally. It just... never felt right after.... well, it didnt matter. Things happened. Terrible things and good. He smiled to himself at Oscars kindness and tried to stand on his own again. Sitting in the middle of a sidewalk sounded like a terrible idea. After all hed be in the way. As distracted as he was he didnt think about the gesture the other had made earlier. he didnt occur to him.If he had he might have been excited. Life was strange at times. At least he had a life to live though right? Right! It took more tha n being tired to keep him down.


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Wasn't it a wonder, how small the world seemed to be sometimes. Oscar had been living in Olivier maybe five years. He still lived in the apartment he'd moved into when he had been together with Arthur. God that seemed like a long time ago. So much had happened since then. He'd finished college, become an author and illustrator just like he wanted and he'd met Kiba. And been left by Kiba as well. Or maybe Oscar had left him. It was hard to tell. Finally Oscar had been able to move on and enjoy his life again. And of course he had Dean... and Lennon.

When Eddy expressed a need to sit down Oscar immediately started looking for a bench or something they could rest by. He didn't want the other man to work himself too much. Oscar was by no means weak but he wasn't very likely to be able to carry a full grown man very far, especially not one that was about as tall as he was himself and definitely had more muscles. For now he took a firmer grip around Eddy to keep him upright so that Eddy could lean more on him.

"There?" He said and pointed to a bench just a few feet away, wondering if Eddy felt like he would be able to get there before they sat down and rested. Oscar frowned slightly and looked over at the other. "Why didn't you..." He took a break that was customary for Oscar to do in the middle of long sentences. "... send someone else?" Long sentences being anything over three words really.



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Edwin Burks
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Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh! Julie was going to kill him! He honestly didnt mean to get this tired, but rhythm always worked to his advantage in the past. That was how running worked. A rhythm with little change. A breathing pattern. A road. He could be lost in it for hours. The high he felt when he felt after circling mariet was always worth it. Of course at the moment that same wonderful skill had really gotten him winded. The walk had been a great idea. He was sure of it. He just... had gone too far without a rest. Ugh. His sister really would kill him if she found out. He clung to Oscar as best he could as they staggered towards a bench as quickly as their feet would allow.

This wasnt how he wanted his trip to the attic to go at all! Eddy was so tired it was hard to breath yet he wouldnt give out. Giving up meant making Oscar carry him completely. That would be terrible. There? The former runners blue eyes looked up, spied a finger, and followed it to the bench. He nodded wordlessly as they fought their way there. By the time they reached it he was all too happy to settle down and just rest a bit. Maybe a long bit. Oh man. He could see the attic from here. Embarrassingly he leaned on the other man and just worked on catching his breath. Hot cocoa? He'd buy him two if he wanted. hopefully with sprinkles and whipped cream.Why didnt you... What? He lifted his eyes, but didnt move his head. Maybe he should work more on endurance in the apartment first. Send someone else. oh... well....

Making a face, the young man stayed where he was and quietly realized that the hair tickling his forehead smelled nice. Maybe hed tell Zia about it if he got the nerve. He didnt like having any secrets but one from the blind man. ever.. Everyone is away... He murmured honestly. ugh... lots of whipped cream. Maybe he could he could get hazel nut put in it? Or caramel? Maybe they had chocolate syrup. I cant work so... What was he after again? Oh.. the book. Hed started to forget why he was now sitting on a bench clinging to a complete stranger. Under different circumstances hed feel embarrassed, but for the moment he just felt like taking a nap. My... boyfriend... and sister work. A pang of guilt bit him and he took a long breath... concentrating more on his breathing than on talking. Easy... breath...


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Oscar nodded when Eddy explained everyone was away. Of course, waiting around for someone to come home and help him had to get boring after a while. The wound couldn't be that new or he'd still be in the hospital, wouldn't he? Oscar had never gotten shot so he had no idea how it worked or how long it took to heal. Had to be relatively new if Eddy was this tired though, right? Or he'd been isolated for a very long time. Oscar couldn't imagine being isolated for long though. The world was so beautiful and exciting that not being allowed to go out and explore it would be a disaster. Just the thought of it made him cringe and a feeling of suffocation landed over him. He could understand why Eddy had chosen to go outside even if he probably shouldn't.

Oscar sat down on the bench, helping the other as much as he could. "Do you need... anything?" Oscar would be happy to go get something to drink or a painkiller or anything the other might need to be able to do what he wanted and then go back home and rest. If the other wanted Oscar could make sure he got home in one piece since they lived in the same apartment complex and all.

Oscar saw his hair blow around in the wind, once in a while ending up in Eddy's face. So he smiled apologetically and tried to make it stay behind his hair. He'd forgotten the string he sometimes tied it back with at home. "Sorry." He said softly.



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Edwin Burks
Posted: Dec 30 2011, 08:57 AM


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There were good things in life even in the worst of times. Eddy was good at perceiving them. He liked the feeling of the gentle breeze currently tussling his hair, and the scent it carried off the other man with him. The bench was hard. It was probably great for back support. He could imagine that a soft back could be hard on the elderly when they wanted to get up. Over all he wasnt uncomfortable at all. It was strange to still be leaning on someone he didnt know for support, but there were worse things in life than a little shy embarrassment. Oscar seemed genuinely nice. Attentive too. The longer the former runner sat there the more he noticed little things. Preferably nice ones.

There was only one little tidbit that did nag on the contented mind of Edwin. It made him feel slightly guilty. Simply put; he felt as if he wasnt talking enough. Carrying a conversation was important after all. He couldnt learn about anyone if he didnt offer information back. Yet he was too tired to participate. Instead he sat there silently getting himself back together. "Do you need... anything?" The young man had gone so far as to lay his head on the others shoulder and never pick it up again. Perhaps it was a matter or trust, but in reality it was probably due to being so used to taking advantage of all physical help he was given. It was the best way not to injure himself. N-No.. just rest. He murmured softly with a warm smile as Oscars hair tickled his nose. Sorry. Shrugging, he lifted a hand and patted the others arm wordlessly.

The apology was unneeded but accepted.

He sat there for a long few minutes until his eyes started to become heavy. Oh Gosh, he was getting too comfortable. Should he get up? Instead he hesitantly lifted a hand to brush hair behind Oscars ear and settle any trouble the both of them might have had with the wind. There. He murmured cheerfully, a hint of sleepiness in his voice. I hope Im not too heavy. I know Im leaning on you quite alot. His blue eyes looked around the others face then around the pavement for something to stare at. I used to exercise often. Its so.... strange... to be like this now. He paused then felt guilty. Not that things are bad.... I mean... life is pretty good. I mean... I met you right? It was nice to think hed go home this evening to find his boyfriend and tell him about the kindness of new people. It fit everything Eddy believed in. We can get going now. Er.... where did I drop my cane? Lifting his head, he shifted his form to look around. It probably rolled somewhere.


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A rest? Well, that Oscar could do. So he stayed still and let Eddy lean against him. Maybe it was an odd thing to do when with a stranger but Oscar was used to strange things happening and meeting different kinds of people. He liked meeting people, most of them were great inspiration for his writing and painting. Inspiration came from everywhere really. Overheard conversations, watching people interact, a sound or a smell. All you had to do was to say yes to things and not isolate yourself and inspiration and creativity was right there.

Seem like both of them were apologising more than they really needed as well. Eddy didn't need to worry that he was leaning on Oscar too much. If he needed to then he should. Whatever felt most comfortable for him worked for Oscar really. He listened closely when the other told him how he wasn't used to being this immobile. Oscar could understand that. Then he smiled and nodded. Yes, life was pretty good despite a lot of things that happened.

Then it was time to move again it seemed. Oscar looked around for the cane and when he found it he offered it to Eddy. "The Attic?" That had been where he was heading, right? Or maybe he wanted to go home. In either case Oscar would come along and make sure Eddy got where he wanted safely.



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When hed become mobile Zia had gifted him with a cane. It sounded like a strange thing for a twenty something to possess, but Eddy wasnt living the life of an average twenty something. It didnt keep him from trying of course. Well, living his own version of it in anycase. He hadnt had a drink of alcohol since hed been shot. No parties. No geeking out infront of the computer. No ... well.. he just wasnt. To him there was a life involving investment in every person he knew. Cooking for everyone in the apartment, napping with Zia, spending long hours prying information out of his sister, and even just sitting in the same room as the shy little Harley. He did what he could. Still he wasnt exactly at his best. His boyfriends cane was both a memento and a reminder than he wasnt healthy as of yet. It was a good thing.

Smiling softly, the former runner gratefully accepted his cane from Oscar. Setting its tip on the ground like his grandfather used to do. "The Attic?" A man of few words. Yes. His blue eyes smiled was much as his mouth did. Just.. let me get up on my own okay? He was determined. My knees work great. Not that he had much muscle to back them up right now. He liked to think he did, and that was all that mattered as he leaned on the cane and shoved himself to his feet. Making it made him feel triumphant. Maybe more than most would feel. He even sighed, chuckling softly with pride as he turned to look at the other man. Okay... lets go. Right then left Eddy. Right then left.

When he walked he tried to have a normal pacing. It didnt work well that way, and Eddy always ended up moving slow. At the moment hed put enough time in to feel all of his muscles ache. The sensation was reminicient of long hours of distance running. He missed that. It was what he liked to call the good ache. If he kept pushing he might even return to that someday... that is... as long as they didnt find another thing wrong with his shoulder. Er.. oh gosh he was quiet. How rude of him. Hey um... Speaking without a subject wasnt the best of ideas. So... Oscar... What do you usually come to the attic for? Im.... easy there. He could tire himself out quickly if he was too enthusiastic. Im really fond of learning new facts. Recently Ive been teaching myself ASL. Have you heard of it? I mean.. some people dont know what that is even though they know what Sign Language is. I guess its the multiple names. I mean.. some people have soda pop. Others have just soda and others just pop and then theres carbonated beverage and um...er.. Okay, out of breath. That wasnt his best idea ever.


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