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2 March 2014, 08:03 PM   #1
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A large, whimsical garden surrounded on three sides by a dense forest.

2 March 2014, 11:18 PM   #2
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The heat is oppressive, sweltering and exhausting, it sticks to the skin and makes ovens out of parking lots. Shades of green surround the suffocating shelter of patches of grass and melted sculptures taken in by the scene. Kim Kibum sat quietly among the patches of grass and sits himself upon the white bench he's currently seated on and quietly hums himself a song written by no other than himself as he taps his fingers across the wood. His eyes, though seeming out of range and blank are filled with bright smiles as he strokes the wood beneath his light fingers as the few short images of what the bench looks like flood through his mind like a reminded movie, and he can see where he's sitting and how many inches off the edge he is, the floor beneath his feet and even the dirt and rocks colliding under his shoes like gravel, and he loves every dealing of it. However, seconds after his mind goes completely white and he gasps a bit before adjusting to the sight of nothing like a white room, and it suffocates him send makes him breathe a sigh of disappointment. But then he picks up his hand and puts it back gently down again so the images come flooding back and a smile curls on his lips as he recites the poem, "The Caged Bird Sings" by Angelou, one of his favorite African American poets. His thoughts were slowly drifting like the wind he could feel blow across his chin and his feet automatically tap on themselves, though he didn't seem to mind. Really, he could only focus on the smell of fresh grass and summer air and the thickness it holds. Kibum lets his head fall back and he suddenly feels tired. Must be the late night sleep, he thinks once his eyelids close and enter him into a darkness he kind of missed most of the time. But he didn't miss the garden especially; it was like a second home, a sense of comfort nothing could compare to. And he smiled a lot, now that he spent his time alone and enjoyed the quiet evenings she shared with himself. Most of the time it was sending letters to his 'grandmother' and telling him all about the adventures he had, and since she was the only one to know about his powers, she got an inside description of everything he saw and felt, and how powerful it was, and he cried while telling her he missed her and wanted to be with her in the old tattered shop, holding out flowers to children passing by. And the thought alone brought wetness to his eyes, but he washed them away like the breeze of the winter sea hr visited as a child, and even the images of the water and cold blowing wind were till printed on his mind. This boy sits quietly and it's likely he's going to be staying a while, because he knows once he leaves it will be an awful void in his heart, even if he'll come again once morning breaks the next day. But he doesn't mind the uncomfortable and lonely feeling, because he felt something even more different settling n the pit of his stomach: eagerness.
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3 March 2014, 12:07 AM   #3
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Alex meandered through the garden, on his way to the woods. He had his bookbag on him, inside was a skein of yarn and a pair of knitting needles. Although it was hot -- hot enough for him to shed his token leather jacket in lieu of his mother's vintage Thunderstruck shirt (that fit him quite well), a pair of jeans, and his Converse -- he knew winter was on the way and he should start his yearly scarf and hat. He checked the bag again, as if anything fell out. His bag of needles -- check. His four large balls of yarn, in varying colors -- check, his extra money and emergency change of clothes -- check. He was all set, but all of a sudden this beautiful voice started to recite something. "The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky." It was male, but he was inexplicably drawn to it. "But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing." He recognized an accent to it, lilting and thick. "The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom" An Asian accent. It was Asian, he thought. He started walking toward it, and it grew louder. "The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom." He approached the Korean boy sitting on the bench by the pond. "Hello." He said shyly. "I loved your poem. Angelou, right?"

3 March 2014, 02:54 AM   #4
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It was so serene, so quiet that Key was able to hear the whistling and howling of the wind as it picked up and flew quicker than he could count the seconds, and he loved it. His fingers tapped endlessly against the bench until it became quiet again, and he could hear his own long dragged out breaths, as if he hadn't breathed this well in forever, which happened to be true. The Asian brought up one hand to itch away the subconscious feeling beside his nose that made him slightly irritated, but he ignored it by sniffing and rubbing the back of his hand over the side of his mouth as if there were a crumb there. Everything felt right, he thought wearily with a droopy smile hanging on for its life with his eyes staring blindly in front of him, but he didn't have the heart to repeat his procedure, mostly because the images of the bench and the fresh cut grass lingered in his mind for minutes to come. Until, well, an unexpected sound of shoes hitting the ground came to his strong senses and he froze in spot, suddenly surprised and nervous. He swallowed and allowed the growing footsteps to become louder until he could feel the presence of the other, and he felt the place beside him move slightly from the added weight. Then there was a voice and it definitely made Key jump, not that he would admit it. However, he'd save himself the embarrassment and glanced over to the side as if he could see. And if he did, he would know who the male voice belonged to. But he felt off about saying something until Maya Angelou's name came into play and Key suddenly felt his nervousness shed like the skin of a snake and his broad shoulders prop up very lightly. "Ah, you've heard of her poems, yes?" Kibum's smile didn't fault as he tried to think of a way to let the other know he was partially blind, but he didn't want to scare the other away by touching him, he knew he'd wait till after to actually see who he'd been talking to. Well, if the boy wouldn't have run away by the end of their conversation. "She's indeed my favorite," he spoke, eyes wandering slightly but trying to remain focused. He couldn't see anything but white, and he only hoped the other didn't notice. The thought brought a shy shade of pink tints to his cheeks but he tried to mentally swat it sway. "Do you like her?"
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3 March 2014, 03:27 AM   #5
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"Yeah, I do." said Kralie. His voice was deep and gruff, like he'd been smoking ever since he was eight and picked his mom's pack off the kitchen counter. Like how the first drags scared him half to death, but by the time he'd finished them, he was hooked. Of course, that was only partially true, his mother had caught him and scared him half to death, lectured and then gave him a spanking that most parents, if they had seen, would call DCFS for. "Mind if I sit down for a lil' bit?" He asked, sitting down anyway. His legs reached his chin when he drew them up, and his arms could wrap around them twice. ooc: Crappy

3 March 2014, 03:44 AM   #6
Joined: 28 Feb 2014
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ooc Its alright ^3^ Kim Kibum could no longer pay attention to the chirping of birds as they headed south, nor his own breathing when an amusing grave voice caught his attention and had him snapping his head back to face forward when the slow but audible sound of the water from the pond was heard easily to his ears. He rested back again and when his hand retouched the wood of the bench his heart fluttered and images of the bench were flooding in his mind like a wave of ocean water, he could feel the wood against his fingers and it brought an even more brighter smile to his face now that he could trace the shadows of each wood splint with one glance, until it would return to a burning white color when he was no longer allowed to see. He sighed a bit but kept to himself when he felt the other move a bit in the moment, though he made no comment whatsoever. "I.. I don't mind, go ahead," he said particularly to no one as he stared ahead and lazily bent over with a bit of grace in his arched back when his hands gently caressed the gravel underneath his fingertips, as if he were alone, and the images of rock and gray hard matter were completely in his vision, which would only last a few moments before it flushed away. And although he had been happy for that one moment, Key drew back a heavy sigh as he rested once again with his back to the back of the bench and his view front, even if he couldn't see anything. Although Key didn't look over or barely moved an inch, he hoped the other could tell he was talking to him when he finally spoke up after a moment of hesitation, wavering voice as thin as air but a bit deep from his throat. "My name is Key. What is your name?" The boy finally glanced over while wiping dirt off of his hands on his bright red skinny jeans, matching his plaid top and white sneaks covered in bright colors. His hair was slightly styled with small curls and crimps, though his hair remained s bright red orange in the front where his bangs were, while his back hair was a dirty blond color. After wiping the dirt from his hands he slowly turned his body seventy-five degrees and stuck out his hand and biting his lip, though he was a bit embarrassed, considering he couldn't see anything, and was probably sure his hand was out in the open and not pointing towards the other. Luckily he was able to remember where the voce was and his hand was stuck out perfectly well towards the other. At least now, the boy thought, he could see the mystery male's appearance. He wasn't used to seeing people's faces, and the last time he saw someone it was his bodyguard, and that was helping him across the street. Though, the man taking care of him, his bodyguard Kris, was nowhere to be seen today, and part of Key missed the presence of the kind man. Key untangled his tongue from his bottom lip after gently wetting the glossed lip of cherry balm while waiting patiently for the other's hand. At times like this, Key wished he could see.
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3 March 2014, 04:11 AM   #7
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"Alex." said he, smiling. He took the boy's hand and gave it a shake, and looked up. He had startlingly blue eyes rimmed by thick lashes, and his shaggy hair was the color of the night sky, a crisp, yet soft, blue-black. His features were fine, complimented by a thick jaw and a nuggety neck. He was, in all sense of the word, attractive. ooc: My parents called me in and we talked about the situation in the Ukraine, Ray Bradbury, and the Cold War. Sorry.

3 March 2014, 04:25 AM   #8
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ooc its fine! Don't be sorry, I heard the situation is terrible. I hope everything will be fine bic "Alex," Kibum repeated shortly with an affectionate smile while he focused on the appearance of the deep voiced male who shook his hand currently and a flash of an image appeared of the lanky male with blue eyes, sharp jaw and attractive features, the other's appearance managed to leave him breathless until he remembered to breathe and gently pulled back his hand and nodded his head very slowly in response. "It's very nice to meet you, Alex." Kibum let the image settle in his mind, just in case he were to try and remember the boy's face later, though he wasn't sure why but dismissed it completely. "So, if I may ask.. What other pets do you like? Correct me if I'm wrong; I'm guessing you like poetry, too?" His eyes sparkled at the topic and his aura seemed brighter, too. He loved poetry after all. Key remembered the old times, years before when he still lived in Busan with the elder caretaker who he loved very much, she was like a mother. He would recite poems to her early in the morning before he made her breakfast-in-bed and would sing to her while he clipped the flowers in their shop while she rocked happily in her rocking chair with a smile on her face. He loved those days because he felt warm inside and he was happy, but when his parents wanted to send him to school he almost broke his own heart saying farewell to the old women of who he couldn't sing or cite poems to anymore. But he wrote to her everyday and always told her to take care of herself and he always wrote little poems he made himself, just to make her happy, and he also paid for someone to look after her. It made him happy to hear from her. Kibum gently placed his hands on his thighs to rest them there while he propped his shoulders up and sat with his chin high and back straight when he looked not the distance and listened in to hear the other's response, eagerness written all over his forehead, though he still felt a title shy around the stranger, or possibly a new friend who might actually understand his love and passion for poetry. Not only, but the male was attractive too, and he missed having companions around his age, school had only just started and he was like an outcast already.
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3 March 2014, 04:34 AM   #9
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"I like Poe." said Alex "And I also like Sandburg." He enjoyed a mix of contemporary and old, ancient and written three days ago on the back of a truck stop's McDonald's napkin. Poetry was deep, he loved the stuff. And hated it, at the same time. It was hard to keep the façade of a rocker, of a badass, especially when you went home to your Aunt Petunia's and knitted and read poetry, even if it was to AC/DC.

3 March 2014, 04:49 AM   #10
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Key hummed a small sign of relief as he kept his attention directed forward while his lips were between a pout and persed outward while his fingers played well like they would be on a piano, playing somewhat a symphony one would catch as Beethoven's. He acknowledged the others response and found himself s bit more perky about the topic and more relaxed to talk with the other, much more free to speak even if he still limited himself. "Those are wonderful poets too" he said shyly, "I respect their work, dark a bit on Poe's side, but beautiful nonetheless." The blond showed a shrug of his shoulders with a small smile and a distant look to his gaze. "So Alex, what are you doing here at the garden?" It was only his curiosity that got the best of him, he knew more than others that not many came to the garden, nor walked near the woods or further from school grounds. "My question is.. were you taking a walk? I think." Key brought his hand up nonchalantly and brushed a strand of colored hair from his eyes. "I think it's too hot out, but here I am.." He chuckled softly, but none of it he found funny considering he was already beginning to sweat from his head to his toes.
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3 March 2014, 04:54 AM   #11
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"I usually go into the forest," He said, "to get my mind offa things. I cut
throughout the garden on most days, but your poetry...I'm inexplicably drawn to the way
you recite it." It wasn't romantic, not at all. More...scientific. Curious. "You know what
they say, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back."

3 March 2014, 05:09 AM   #12
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"Ah, so you're the adventurous type, huh?" Key smiled to himself and shook his head at his own implied response and began to continue listening to the voice speak and not once did his mind get off tack, well, unless taking a moment to wipe sweat from his forehead counted. His fingers stopped tapping at once and he blinked a few times to let the compliment settle in and he couldn't help but blush in embarrassment, no one, and no one has ever said something like that to him, it was a surprise. A good surprise, apparently as he tried to laugh off the happiness in his tone. "Thank you, I've never heard that before, but.. I just like to recite poems a lot" he spoke honestly with a sad tone dripping from his voice. "Reminds me of home, and.. I like to think of the words that mean something. Most people don't understand, but.. I don't know," the latter sighed and brought his back to the back of the bench and tilted his head back so his eyes faced idly towards the skies as he brought up a hand and reached up, but got nothing. "I'm talking crazy, I'm sorry.." Key smiled once more and sighed while his breathing lingered for a minute. "By the way, I hope I'm not bothering by bombarding you with questions, what year are you in? You seem kind of older, I think.. But I haven't seen you before," he said in all honesty, because he hadn't really seen anyone from his first day. "We're in different classes." His mind traveled back to the carefree laugh he heard in his mind when the other some a quote he hadn't heard in forever. Most people only used the first half, and that was it, and it made Key curious to know. But most times he only knew Korean proverbs, that was all, he never had time to look anything up before English poetry, which he came to love.
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3 March 2014, 10:27 PM   #13
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Kralie smiled. "I'm sixteen, but I'm a junior." he said, looking up at the sky. "And, I also just got here today. My aunts are afraid of planes, so we drove."

6 March 2014, 01:29 AM   #14
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"Oh, you're... younger?" The boy almost repeated twice in disbelief, but not at all too surprised. "You seemed a bit older, I'm sorry I judged you incorrectly." Key relaxed and let his shoulders fall and his bones make a small and quiet cracking sound from relief as he trailed his fingers gently up and down the side of the bench again so he could recapture the image of where they were, a sense of calmness following afterwards. "I see... first days are rough, aren't they?" Kibum didn't try to look over and refrained from moving much as he sat forward in a dreaming-like state with clouded eyes and a wavering smile on edge but with a sense of happiness the way his voice dipped smoothly and his eyebrows curved and the way his chin tightened when the images of the bench were flooding his mind. He hummed a bit to himself and tried to look up towards the sky even if it was all white and thought to himself, more or less what it would be like to be back with his grandmother at the store.
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6 March 2014, 01:46 AM    #15
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"No, no. It's okay. I...I get that a lot." said he. He was tall, his voice was deep, he even had a little bit of stubble itching at his face, though he preferred to be clean-shaven. It was a small preference of his, dating back to his mother, who couldn't afford a good razor, so he had to go with a spotty beard that made him look like a stoner. He hated it.

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