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Post by ress4 on Feb 1, 2012 11:59:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | Somehow, it was almost a relief he wasn't big into art. As much as people liked to claim that having friends with different interests, it was far better to have at least some mutual interests. Art wasn't something she was ever going to be able to understand, simply put. Colors were hard to remember, and impossible to identify. Green was the only color she properly remembered - the last thing she'd seen before her vision finally gave up the ghost. Sculptures, in theory, were the only bit of art she might be able to understand, only you were never allowed to actually touch them, so once more, the entire of art was out of touch.
It was vaguely interesting to hear that he had a brother. A brother, a cousin - what else? As an only child, having a brother was still rather interesting to her. She didn't even know what it would be like to have one. "Is your brother here as well?" It was a nice, simple question. It didn't imply too much, didn't ask too much - was just conversation, like she'd been taught.
Oh damnit, had he just said it was like a photograph? She had no idea what it looked like. She didn't want to lie - so she was just going to have to go neutral. "I suppose. I've never been one for landscapes, really." Well, wasn't that the honest truth?
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Post by conrad on Feb 1, 2012 15:54:14 GMT -5
If you were a cliffhanger ending I’m the one who doesn’t know anything Unlike the vast majority of the crowd at the park tonight, Conrad wasn’t interested in art. He liked pretty things like flowers, which was why he was such an avid gardener, but paintings and photos that cost in the thousands just weren’t his thing. Bring him to a gardening show, however, and he’d be all over that. The scene that seemed to stretch out into the night was natural enough, pleasing to the eye, and he really had no qualms with it. Thankfully, Angeline was standing on his right and he could see her with a glance. Standing on his right would’ve had him need to make an awkward turn, and he didn’t want to make such bad impressions right away. He did look at her when she asked about his brother though. ”His name’s... Magnus. He’s not around... right now.” And, as much as Conrad didn’t want to admit it, perhaps he had already lost faith in his big brother ever coming back. It had been, what, eight years since he vanished? Johan was defeating all odds and still hanging on, but he was the last one. Conrad had let go a long time ago, perhaps at the four of five year mark. He still hoped Magnus would come back, of course, but he wasn’t betting his money on it anymore. ”I’d prefer it... if there were more flowers, though.” He gestured vaguely just to beyond the hill again. ”Do you like... flowers?” It would give them something to talk about, he supposed, and break the tenseness of the silence. Like a magpie and a ring I’m always going to be looking right to you
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Post by ress4 on Feb 3, 2012 11:17:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | The way that Conrad said Magnus 'wasn't around' was perhaps a bit on the mournful side. The way he said it made it clear that it wasn't just 'Magnus isn't at this party' so much as it was something else - perhaps he was dead, or estranged. She wasn't good at guessing that sort of thing so much as she was good at reading voices, and working things out from there. Others might have stopped, pried into that, asked where 'Magnus', was, but Angeline was content to let the topic drop. They were simply casual friends, having a casual conversation, and it wasn't her place to dig into his private life.
Even if she couldn't see flowers, she still had a general idea of what she did and did not like. She had read books on them, of course, knew the language of flowers, knew roughly what colors they all were, even if she didn't know what those colors actually looked like. "I like them. They speak a wonderful language, if you know what they all mean. I love snowdrops, for example. Delicate, pretty, and full of meaning." Full of hope, really, something that had always struck a cord with her.
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Post by conrad on Feb 3, 2012 17:06:45 GMT -5
If you were a cliffhanger ending I’m the one who doesn’t know anything Conrad pressed his lips into a tight line on the thought of Magnus... He’d been gone so long, about eight years if he remembered right, or was it nine? What did he look like again? Blond hair, blue eyes... tall, he tired to remember how tall but came up with nothing. He gave a little worried sigh, knowing that if Johan knew he just barely remembered what Magnus looked like, he would be rather upset. He’d just been gone so, so long... ”Snowdrops?” He knew what those looked like, but didn’t quite know the meaning behind them. He’d take Angeline’s word for it though, and perhaps go look up a few more flowers later. At least they were talking now, though, and the tenseness was no longer there now that they could hear each other. Johan was always trying to find him new friends, and he supposed he finally brought a person that didn’t think he was strange now. ”I like sunflowers... They’re supposed to remind people that... they’re supposed to be... happy.” Like a magpie and a ring I’m always going to be looking right to you
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Post by ress4 on Feb 5, 2012 11:47:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | Sunflowers. Sunflowers were nice, simply because they were so easy to describe. Other, decliate flowers were filled with a distinctive sameness. For someone who barely knew colors, trying to describe the difference between violet and indigo was nearly impossible. Sunflowers, though, were easy to describe - bright and vibrant. Green stalk (which was one of the few colors she could still clearly remember), tall, yellow petals, and then the black seedy middle. Clear and distinct. Plus, she knew what sunflower seeds were like, having tasted them before, which certainly helped.
"Do they?" It was such a sad statement, really, that people needed to be reminded to be happy. "I suppose they're your favorite flower, then?" They were unique, certainly. Distinct from other flowers.
Her voice was quiet when she asked her next question. "...Do you need reminding to be happy, then?"
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Post by conrad on Feb 6, 2012 22:28:18 GMT -5
If you were a cliffhanger ending I’m the one who doesn’t know anything Conrad, in some ways, couldn’t wait for warmer weather to come around again. Of course it was uncomfortable with his scarf, always being rather warm and such, but it gave him a chance to start gardening again. He could grow all the flowers he wanted; one of the very few retreats from the real world he had was sitting in the garden, tending or planting or harvesting. Perhaps he’d grow some vegetables or fruits this year... though it didn’t have the same appeal as a morning glory or poppy. ”Uh-huh, of course.” He spoke a lot easier now that they were on a subject he knew about, and quite liked on top of that. His rasp and pause was beginning to fade out too, after a half hour or so of talking. He wasn’t that far gone yet, contrary to popular belief. He couldn’t talked all day about flowers, but then Angeline switched the subject somewhat. ”...ah...”
[/b] A pause as he tried to word it properly. He knew the answer, but he wasn’t too sure about talking about it to a girl he just met. She was nice enough, but at the same time, he didn’t feel right about burdening a new friend with such things. But she asked, so... ”I... yes, I suppose I do.” A tiny smile shot her way, reassuring her that everything was okay. ”It’s just that... things haven’t been quite right in the household for a while.”Like a magpie and a ring I’m always going to be looking right to you [/justify][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by ress4 on Feb 12, 2012 8:52:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | It was such an odd and wonderful choice of favorite flower, right until you reached the meaning. The meaning was off - wrong for someone like him. Smiles were strange to her now, long forgotten. She had the idea, knew what they meant, but she could never see them. Was he smiling, now? Perhaps. She could only guess at it, try and work it out from his voice. It was obvious, right away, that she'd asked the wrong question, that she'd pried where she shouldn't have. It was a very personal question, after all, and she'd carelessly run into it. No, not ran - that sounded as if she'd had no choice, as if it had been an accident. She'd intended to ask it, and now she would have to live with the consequences, regardless.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I was just... curious. Interested. I live alone, I don't have too many friends who visit. Just my pokemon, and no one else, really." Those were her constant friends and companions, always willing to stay with her, never worried by how awkward she was, or wasn't. She had hopes that Konrad would be like that for her, but she was doubtful. They were different, after all. What could they even have in common?
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Post by conrad on Feb 13, 2012 17:28:42 GMT -5
If you were a cliffhanger ending I’m the one who doesn’t know anything Realistically, she was talking to this girl and revealing more than he would’ve to anybody he’d met on any other day. Maybe it was because she felt a bit safer than most; Johan had introduced them, so she must’ve been a good enough person. She was also a like minded individual in a sea of stuck up artists that he didn’t quite care for. If he couldn’t say his last piece of art sold for at least four digits, he was quickly cast aside. Not like he did art anyway... ”Oh no, it’s completely fine.” Things moved on, so he supposed. Sometimes he wished they didn’t, and that things would stay the same for the rest of his life, but that wasn’t the case. Magnus was gone, maybe never coming back, and Johan was all the gloomier for it. Pasha and Anya had moved off to their own little apartments side by side, and now they were just alone. Things moved on, and he’d been swept up with it. However, hearing of her plight didn’t sit well with him. He turned a little to actually look at her now, but now that he actually could see her better and not under the fake fluorescent glow of the lights, her eyes looked... strange. He could say bottomless, or he could say blank. He decided to keep that to himself. ”That sounds... rather lonely.” He could almost relate. There was a moment’s pause as he mulled it over before offering another small smile. ”I could visit once in a while, if you’d like.” Like a magpie and a ring I’m always going to be looking right to you
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Post by ress4 on Feb 14, 2012 18:34:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | Angeline was no stranger to spilling her cuts at the first opportunity. She had few secrets, really. Her family was normal enough, her life was fairly standard fare, and the only thing of 'interest' to the standard person was her blindness. Now that was a secret, technically. She'd tell, if asked, or if she had to. She just didn't like telling. People always changed how they acted, acted like she was stupid, or something. It was as if being blind meant she couldn't even think for herself, when she thought just fine.
Lonely? Perhaps. She supposed it was, but she was used to it, by now. Used to being alone. "Oh, Sherlock and John are excellent company. It's not so bad." She commented, offering him a smile. "I think I'd like that, though. Do you play Chess?" Chess was what she lived for, after all, and it would be nice to have someone else who could play with her.
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Post by conrad on Feb 14, 2012 21:50:23 GMT -5
If you were a cliffhanger ending I’m the one who doesn’t know anything Now that he could see her much better, sneaking tactful glances from the corners of his eyes, he was somewhat convinced that it was either she had very unique eyes, or that there was actually something wrong with them. He didn’t want to ask because that was downright tactless, even for a guy like him who never seemed to have any. She was blue eyed, but they just didn’t seem... right. Filmy or cloudy, almost, and he thought that perhaps she was blind. ”Sherlock and John?” His brow furrowed for a second before it clicked. They must’ve been her Pokemon; that was right. ”Ah... My Pokemon aren’t so much company, unfortunately.” He let them out all the time, but it was akin to setting loose a pack of rabid dogs... even though it was halfway the case. Oberon shocked absolutely everything unless you pet him, Viola was neurotic as hell and Demetrius was alright, but yappy and snappy and just nasty at times. ”Chess? Oh... No, I don’t.” He wasn’t exactly the scholarly type, though he wasn’t surprised to find that Angeline was. When you came to parties like this, it was either you were a scholar or an artist, it seemed. He fit into neither. Like a magpie and a ring I’m always going to be looking right to you
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Post by ress4 on Feb 15, 2012 19:36:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | Conrad was entirely correct in assuming she was blind. No matter how good she faked it, her eyes eventually gave it away. There was nothing wrong with her eyes, only the ocular nerve, but the simple fact that she couldn't see was almost always enough to give her away at a close distance. Her eyes never looked normal - never followed a person's face, never actually focused. it was always wrong, always a little bit off.
"Sherlock is my Snivy. He's rather... prissy. John is my Solosis, he's far more protective." She explained. "Those are the two that have been with me for a while, but then there's Mycroft and Jim, but they aren't normally out as often." She doubted - or more specifically hoped - she wasn't going to have occasion to meet the latter too. Jim, after all, was only brought out in serious battles.
No chess? Pity. "I could teach you. It's not so difficult, really. Good for the mind."
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Post by conrad on Feb 16, 2012 11:20:11 GMT -5
If you were a cliffhanger ending I’m the one who doesn’t know anything She didn’t act like she was blind though… even with the noise of the crowd at the park, she followed him right out at his heels without an issue. She followed Johan to him in the first place, so he put his mind at ease and told himself that the girl was fine. She functioned even more normally than he did himself, therefore she was fine by most means. Conrad smiled faintly at the names. Ah, Sherlock it was. But if he thought about it, both Soliosis and Shivy were green; perhaps just a coincidence. But at least she wasn’t completely and utterly alone, as he himself was most of the time. His Pokemon were out and about, but mostly a hassle to be around, and they didn’t do cuddles or comfort. When they were released, they went to do their own thing, minus Oberon, who demanded to be brushed. ”I have an affinity with dogs, it seems. Most of my Pokemon are dogs, though I wish they were loyal like dogs.” Because damn it, they definitely weren’t. He needed more practice with them, but he didn’t know enough people for battles anyhow. But at the offer to be taught chess, Conrad almost wanted to laugh. He had more tact than that though, and only smiled. ”You can try. I don’t know how well it would work though.” He’d failed so hard at trying to learn checkers, let alone chess in the past. Like a magpie and a ring I’m always going to be looking right to you
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Post by ress4 on Feb 18, 2012 0:18:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | It was a nice thing to hear, wasn't it? A nice thing to know that he had pokemon of his own. Sometimes it was just lonely without them. At least it was for her. It was awkward and strange to gather friends with all her issues, with her social status. She had little interest in most of the 'acceptable' social activities. She didn't want to sit around and talk. Gossip held no interest for her, and all the wonderful outings, plays and such, were beyond her. There was no point in pretending to watch, and movies, unlike real life, were harder for her to digest. The sounds weren't quite in the right place, after all. They were always a little bit off, and while most wouldn't care, someone depending on sound would have to notice.
"Dogs are loyal... just in their own ways. It might not seem it, but I'm sure they are." She offered, giving him a little smile. Her own pokemon were loyal to the end, or at least were sometimes. John always was, but Sherlock had his own agenda - just like his namesake.
"It's not so hard, really. The basics are easy, and then it's just a matter of getting into a tactical mindset. It's my hobby, and not nearly enough people play anymore." It was a dying art, in a lot of ways.
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Post by conrad on Feb 18, 2012 0:37:49 GMT -5
If you were a cliffhanger ending I’m the one who doesn’t know anything Demetrius was, by far, the most loyal out of his Pokemon, and even that was a bit of a stretch when it came down to it. Sure, the little thing acted all though, but the Lillipup was just that; little. He could barely hurt the leg of a fly and he freaked out if push came to shove; really, Conrad couldn’t wait for him to evolve. Aside from that, his others were... neurotic, at best. ”I... suppose so.” though he couldn’t imagine any of them coming to his rescue if he ever got hurt. They’d hawn and hem and haw about it, then prance off to find a new master, probably. He was just being a pessimist again, was he? Another small smile at her comments on chess. ”I’ve never been the logical, tactical sort.” He shrugged, his voice having come back completely now. He was thankful for that much. ”If you want that, it’s my family you’re looking for, not me.” He was sure Pasha had played a good amount of chess in his day... and if Magnus would like to, then he would be able to; Johan as well. ”I’m more into... fixing things.” Conrad offered offhandedly, hoping to balance out his shortcomings. Like a magpie and a ring I’m always going to be looking right to you
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Post by ress4 on Feb 19, 2012 19:12:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [style= font: 25px/5px Impact; color: 060057; text-shadow: -1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 1px #c9ffff, 1px 0 #c9ffff, 0 -1px #c9ffff; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; margin-top: -10px;]ANGELINE LE BLANC[/style] | Angeline hadn't exactly expected there to be an actual issue with him learning to play Chess. Everyone could play chess, after all. It just took a certain mindset and a fair bit of dedication to be good at chess. Of course, in theory, some people wouldn't be good at it - but she hadn't expected Conrad to be one of those people. "Oh." That wasn't so good, was it? "Well, I'm sure there are plenty of other things we share as interests. Do you read?"
Fixing things was definitely not something Angeline was good at. She couldn't even remember the last time she fixed something on her own. Probably never, really. She wasn't that good at using her hands, only her brain.
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