Joined: 20 Apr 2010
It was pointless. Every aspect was pointless, and was an utter
failure. The only thing that Tayte could say he accomplished today was making enimies with
some guy- and not disturbing Channing in his sleep.. At least- not that he could see. Oh,
and being the number one hated on that nurse's list. He was told to never do something
like that again, but in all honesty it was just a matter of time before the past
reapets itself. The lecture was amoung one of the most pointless things aswell. Tayte
wasn't sure what this blue haired male was trying to accomplish by lecturing him, and
critizing his methodes of attention- which he did get because Airkan did have a 'talk'
with him. Tayte wasn't sure if Arkian was pissed, or just annoyed, maybe neither- his face
said nothing. His face said nothing; thats what people usually do when they want to seem
unreachable and superior in a situation to proove normal petty things don't bother them
like other people are. Tayte imagined if maybe that was true. The male did have red eyes,
and for all he knew that could've been a birth thing- or he really could be the spawn of
satan. Arkain's whole jist was really hazy to Tayte; being as sheltered as he was as a
child denyed him the right to explore and communicate with others as he should've to gain
valuable social skills. So to Tayte, lectures were abit- strange, esspecially if the
person giving the lecture didn't state their purpose for giving on in the first place.
So in general, he was quite bored with Arkain's words, and it showed, bluntly on his face-
each word swimming through one ear and going out the next. His head tilted slightly, his
hands apon his lap, and one eyebrow slightly raised. He looked like a brat. But it wasn't
all his fault- being sheltered and added to the fact that your parent's were considered
total loons made it even harder for Tayte to comunicate with other children. He eventually
learned manners and all that jazz, kind words and phrases, but without the proper
training- the boy's understanding for pure human intereaction was limited. Even his
parents were so emersed in their work they had little time for poor little Tay-Tay.
He didn't want pitty. The last thing Tayte even needed was pity- he had been receving pity
stares and pity gestures for the better part of his life. He knew pity, and what came with
it quite well. A few words like this stood out to Tayte more then all the other words in
Arkain's little speech.
Unstable, out of the vast pillers of scentences combined with words and phrases
this made Tayte's throat a little dry because he could already guess amoung the hundreds
of things Arkain could say was either something fact- or fiction. Now, this male didn't
know anything about the blue haired one, and the blue haired one shouldn't know anything
about him either. All Tayte told him was his name, how he liked to spell it, and that he
hated him. So the next words should be something false- and if not it should be sometype
of an assumption that Arkain had made using the behavior Tayte had just displayed but if
anything he just prooved he could be an inconsiderate brat (which he didn't care if Arkain
knew or didn't know). Nothing else. Any person wouldn't be able to say anything else other
then he was a bratty kid let alone something personal. But the word 'unstable' hinted
right then and there that this male knew something else.
Something he really shouldn't but decided to flaunt in the other's face hoping it'd seem
cleaver of him to do so. To make him seem superior because he found this dirty secret out.
This monster under the bed that was just so nicely hidden in the best hidding spot
imaginable, here Arkain is; uncovering such a nasty disgusting thing and calmly saying- 'I
know where you hide it, and what your hiding.'
having to shoot up up with a serum to keep you functionable.
Tayte didn't show his aggrivation though, and like a true stubborn ox he didn't flinch
when he was shoved in order to get him to move.
But he'd be lying if he said that that shove didn't catch him off guard. It
was a bit off-kiltering. Seeing as how he'd only been here for about 4 hours and so far
his deepest darkest secret was already well known amoung someone. Tayte naturally assumed
that if this guy knew it, then there was bound to be another.. Who were they? Who else
knew? Why would they .... Who would.. All to quickly it seemed to get much to personal-
if he knew about this, then what of the other things? Did he knew of his parents, did he
know how they died- who killed them? Tayte's eyes grew absent as his thoughts went deeper
and some how he circled around and was able to come back to reality, as he heard the swift
words leave Arkain's lips. He was standing now; "I would give you my pity, but you do
not deserve it"
The male dissapeared and well- from there Tayte's mind started to ponder through his
current situation once again.
The nurse came, said some things, she looked upset but was discreat about it- Tayte
supposed those bottles were important, but he didn't want to say sorry for something he
men't to do even though- half heartedly he knew he shouldn't have did such a thing. But
the past was the past and he wasn't going to force himself to appologized when he didn't
mean it- it would defeat the whole purpose of the honesty that was suppose to come with
appologizing to another and being genuinly sorry for whatever.
A bit later, Channing woke up, but Tayte's mind was long gone, not even noticing the shift
n weight on the bed.
Could he knew where my serum is now? Could he have plans to take it? All though the male
didn't seem to vengful or spitful it was a possibillity. Just a theory actually, but each
secound he spent sitting there, away from his serum he felt more vulnurable... He knew
that serum was the only thing in the universe that kept him going- with out it, he'd have
no controll of anything anymore- he'd shrivel up and die... An exaggeration of course but
either way Tayte was in no way going to let some blue haired red eyed creature from hell
take his life away. This life away.
Shear : The Hell Dog
Tayte Hay-quên Nói : The Mouse
Ms.Claira Inque Nowelle
Class: Marine Biology and Aquatic Environments