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Post by tiger188 on May 4, 2006 17:50:54 GMT -5
Carter against the wall of the corridor reading. He chose this empty hallway as compared to his dorm room, because so many people were always going in or out. He just couldn't focus when there were other people about. Carter wasn't one to make someone leave though. So rather than tell them to move, he left and went somewhere else. Sometimes it was outside, sometimes to the library, and even the common room if it was empty. Now he was in the hallway of the fourth floor.
He back hurt while it was stiffened from it being against the wall for so long, and his neck hurt from bending to towards the page. He took no notice of this thoug, and continued to read from the book. At this moment he was absorbed in it. Bertrand Russell. That's what was on the cover of the book.
The only sounds he heard at that moment were Russell's, "Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric." He eyes never left the page, and his body relaxed. His mousy brown hair was still messy, and his deep blue eyes were carefree. Right now he was in his element. This was all he wanted.
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Post by theodora on May 4, 2006 19:44:16 GMT -5
Theodora was passing by, but she heard a person so she hid herself. She listened to him for a bit, contemplating and mouthing silently. What if he was death? She had already had a close encounter she couldn't afford another. Finally, not knowing some of the words, she reveled herself. "What does eccentric mean?" She asked quietly.
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Post by tiger188 on May 5, 2006 16:21:09 GMT -5
Still without looking up from his page Carter answered the speaker. "Odd or unconventional," he answered trying to think of the simplest definition. Even though he still read, his train of thought was broken. So he looked up and tried to spot the speaker. The one who had broken his peace and quiet. He was slightly annoyed, but he wouldn't show it. If someone found him interesting enough to talk, then he would share his time. The person his eyes laid upon was around his height. She had nice green eyes, and pale freckly skin, but what really got his attention was her loud red hair. "The name's Carter by the way," he said.
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Post by theodora on May 5, 2006 16:29:42 GMT -5
Odd or unconventional. The name's Carter by the way, Theo mouthed silently. She was back on her meds, but they didn't take care of that. "I'm Theodora," she said quietly. "But you can call me Theo. That's short for Theodora." She stood around anxiously, not really sure of what to do with herself.
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Post by tiger188 on May 5, 2006 16:34:11 GMT -5
Carter looked more closely at Theodora, and then he recognized her. She was in a few of his classes, which meant she was a second year. "I know you. You're a second year right? I'm not guessing your house. Nor does it matter." He thought for a few moments, and then glanced down at his book. After a moments hesitation he continued, "Why don't you come sit down? No need to stand there like that is there?" He patted the ground next to him.
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Post by theodora on May 5, 2006 16:37:02 GMT -5
I know you. You're a second year right? I'm not guessing your house. Nor does it matter. Why don't you come sit down? No need to stand there like that is there? Theodora nodded. "I'm a second year, yeah." She paused hesitantly. There might be germs on the ground. She battled with the thought for a moment before sitting down next to him, decidedly making up her mind. "No, there's no need."
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Post by tiger188 on May 5, 2006 16:44:08 GMT -5
Carter nodded his head, and but didn't move the book in his lap. "So, how come I haven't seen more of you? Seems like we're in the same year, so we should see more of each other." She didni't look like the talking type. For evey question he asked, he only recieved a small answer. If Niyah were there she could have gotten the girl talking with all her questions. Better yet, she could have spoken for th eboth of them alone. But Carter was the question type. He prefered a whole conversation with both people taking part in an equal amount. With Theo, he might have to change a few things.
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Post by theodora on May 5, 2006 16:46:34 GMT -5
So, how come I haven't seen more of you? Seems like we're in the same year, so we should see more of each other. Theo mouthed again. She then shrugged. "I dunno," she said quietly. "I keep to myself a lot. People like to make fun of me and there are so many germs around. I've got to protect myself. I can't be where the germs are. Course they're not bad right now, but they're still around."
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Post by tiger188 on May 5, 2006 17:51:33 GMT -5
Carter was confused for a split second, but then the look went away. "Well, you can never escape from the really. There always going to be there. No matter what. But I'm sure they're not bad right now. The caretaker has to keep these halls decent." Carter wasn't sure if they were spick and span, but more or less they had to be OK. "If you keep to yourself all the time you won't get to meet new people. Like right now, and don't worry about protecting yourself. Germs are afraid of everyday household cleaning items. Let alone a twelve year girl."
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Post by theodora on May 7, 2006 6:29:36 GMT -5
Well, you can never escape from the really. There always going to be there. No matter what. But I'm sure they're not bad right now. The caretaker has to keep these halls decent. If you keep to yourself all the time you won't get to meet new people. Like right now, and don't worry about protecting yourself. Germs are afraid of everyday household cleaning items. Let alone a twelve year girl. "Don't talk so much," Theo whispered quietly. "Please? I have to repeat everything you say and it makes it awfully hard on me if you talk so much." She grew quiet. "Besides, you're a normal person, you wouldn't know about the germs, you wouldn't, you wouldn't."
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Post by tiger188 on May 7, 2006 14:26:18 GMT -5
Carter looked sideways at Theo. "Who doesn't know about germs?" Carter asked. He tried to comply with her wish to not talk to so much. It was fine with him. However, he thought it was weird that people wouldn't know about germs. Everyone knew about germs. Correction, everyone their age knew about germs. And what makes her a normal person? The fact that she'd different? Well, again, what makes her different? The germs? Carter began asking himself all these questions. The red head made him curious.
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Post by theodora on May 13, 2006 13:18:36 GMT -5
Who doesn't know about germs? Theo shrugged. "Sure you may know about germs," she said. "But you don't know that they're everywhere. Everywhere you go. Not so many now, but more later. More later, more later. They'll be back, soon they will." To an outsider it may have been confusing, but to Theo it made perfect sense.
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Post by tiger188 on May 14, 2006 19:29:44 GMT -5
Carter shrugged. It was okay with him, because one way or the other the germs would be there. Whether they were there now or later. Germs were germs end of conversation. Even though Theo said that she didn't him to talk so much because she had to repeat it, he still didn't want to sit there in silence. So he asked another question. Short as an answer he might get, he asked it anyway. "Where are you from?"
He counted how many words he said after that. This girl was going to make him crazy. He hoped he wouldn't do that after everything he said. He might just end up going back to reading. Make life simpler. Especially with the murder of Professor Thorn, he thought reading might be safer.
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