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Post by nicholas michael weston; on Aug 10, 2009 12:23:22 GMT
 and all your plastic people & with plastic hearts and smilesthey had the worst intentions all along; - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -nicholas dipped a toe into the pool, checking that the water wasn't too cold. he shivered a little as a slight breeze blew through the area, clad only in a pair of spiderman swimming trunks. he was fifteen, but he still liked acting a bit immature for his age. nick slowly sank his body down into the water, gripping onto the safety bars for dear life. he was a little bit frightened of the water, only having ever gone swimming twice before.
he stayed as close to the sides of the pool as possible, managing to stay out of the way of the professional swimmers and athletes, who were darting effortlessly from one end of the pool to the other, whether or not they were practicing for a gala, or just generally keeping fit. normally, nick would prefer to stay away from the pool. he couldn't swim, so why embarrass himself?
he splashed about a bit in the pool, trying to stay afloat, not caring if he got his hair wet, even if he did spend at least half an hour every day doing it. he took a deep breath, held his nose and dipped his head underwater, sinking to the ceramic tiles of the pool floor. eyes stinging from chlorine, nick quickly pushed himself back up, taking a gasp of breath when he came to the surface, not at all used to being underwater.
he immediately grabbed onto the rim of the pool, ignoring the odd looks he got from the other bathers, and scrubbed at his eyes with his fists, only managing to get some more water in them. nick made a small sound of discomfort, or at least, he thought he did, but he couldn't really tell what sounds he made really, as he couldn't hear himself or anything else for that matter, which posed a problem for him in most situations, but in the pool, being submerged underwater was just like being deaf, so everyone was basically the same, his hearing impairment didn't make much of a difference.
nick flicked water back and forth with his hands, wishing he had picked a better place to hang out. it was boring here, when you couldn't swim. he half-heartedly wished he saw somebody he knew floating about somewhere, maybe waiting to sneak up and scare him or something. he hopped up onto the ledge of the pool, legs dangling into the clear blue water below, mind immediately going to an invention he could make to keep somebody occupied in the pool. a machine...that pulls you about so you don't have to swim... he thought to himself, a small smile making its way across his face at the idea. he would save it for the workshop later, however, and just try to make the most of being in the pool right now.
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Post by * kieran anderson on Aug 10, 2009 16:47:00 GMT
some stupid idiot had let kieran away from his brother when he was barely capable
of thinking straight, his mind filled with colours and tastes and smells he drank in
like a six year-old would, high with awe and fascination. he had been sitting in his
dorm room boredly, locked in by lennox for his own protection - he tended to get
into trouble when he was in a childs mindset, being far too adventurous and not
exactly skilled at the majority of things he tried. someone had come along to find
lennox and had left the door open and kieran, insanely bored, had let curiousity get
the better of him, creeping out of the room before running back in to fetch his
swimming trunks, this bright idea grabbing hold of him eagerly. he streaked down
the corridor, a flash of black in his dark pajamas, white socks skidding down the
hallway, almost crashing into a window. the point of him being locked in his room,
apart from his safety, had been to bore him into finally sleeping, something he
point blank refused to do until he passed out on the spot. you see, kieran had
terrible nightmares, ones which would leave him screaming at the top of his lungs
even though he was totally unconscious at that point in time. if he got to that state
of exhaustion he was impossible to wake, a fact which is frightening until you learn
that he hasn't slipped into a coma and he will wake up if given enough time.
kieran reached the pool, darting into the changing room and discarding his pajamas
and socks on the floor, not even bothering to store them in a locker as he pulled on
his shorts, black as usual, and skidded into the main pool area. he didn't notice
nicolas as his friend was underwater when he jumped over his head and splashed into
the water with a large splash, his feet touching the bottom of the pool before he pushed
back up against it, surfacing and gasping, his hair wet around his face and plastered
to his skin. he began to doggy paddle, remembering at the last minute that, while he
could swim, he wasn't the best of it. he looked around for lennox, then realised he was
nowhere to be seen. scanning the pool, he looked for a friendly and familiar face, spotting
nicholas almost instantly. he didn't want to scare him but couldn't see an easy way of
letting him know he was coming, so he swam in a wide berth to give him plenty of time
to spot him before approaching him, tapping him on the shoulder gently. he gripped
the ladders on the side with his feet, lifting himself up so he could use sign language,
signing 'hello; you look scared, don't you like the water?' he smiled softly.
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Post by nicholas michael weston; on Aug 14, 2009 17:21:48 GMT
and all your plastic people & with plastic hearts and smilesthey had the worst intentions all along; - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -nicholas glanced around the pool, taking in the sight of the other swimmers, as he leaned back on the cold tiles, hair plastered to his forehead with the water. he brushed the hair from his eyes, curiously watching a couple of seniors who looked like the might have been having sex at the bottom of the pool. shuddering, he looked away, his face going a bit red. he was getting a bit cold now, little goosebumps rising on the surface of his pale skin, so he slipped back into the warm water again, with only a small splash to accompany it.
he felt a small movement in the water, and he was a bit confused, as he wasn't moving, and there didn't seem to be anyone near him. he spun around in the water as he felt a tap on his shoulder, smiling brightly at the sight of kieran. he faltered for a second, quite unsure if it was really kieran, or his twin, lennox. they looked almost completely identical, it was hard to tell them apart sometimes, but when he saw him sign to him, he knew straight away that it was kieran, still quite amazed of the fact that he managed to learn it so well in one night. granted, he wasn't completely perfect at it yet, but it had taken nick months to learn, so he felt nothing but admiration for the boy.
"hey!
[/i]" he signed quickly, taking him into a light hug, kissing the top of his head in a friendly manner. nick was very forward like that, things others might find a bit inappropriate, he found completely normal and everyday. "i'm not scared, just a little...hesitant, thats all. water isn't my strongest point.[/i]" he signed, folding his arms and sticking out his lower lip. He splashed a little bit of water at him playfully, trying to gracefully run through the water, and failing terribly. He turned to Kieran, a sheepish look on his face. ”I guess running in water is just as hard as swimming in it “ he signed, shrugging a little. He hopped back up on the edge of the pool, offering a hand to help Kieran up. so, are you as good at swimming as you are at everything else?” he signed, grinning playfully at him.[/blockquote][/blockquote] [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] STATUS // finished.
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Post by * kieran anderson on Sept 14, 2009 3:26:01 GMT
kieran had noticed that conspicuous couple on the floor of the pool too, his eyes
widening and lips pursing as a small blush crept up on to his features. that was
something that was to be done in the privacy of a bedroom or at least somewhere
no one else was watching - not in the middle of a public pool! the water was nice
and warm here, and it put kieran in mind of his warm baths back in his dorm, not a
smart comparison to make when you consider kieran always fell asleep in the
bath - it was why lennox gave him baths nowadays, to combat his refusal to sleep.
kieran felt a wave of sleepiness overwhelm him even as he swam towards nicholas
and grabbed hold of the stairs, resting his head against it while he waited for him to
notice him, then smiled happily as nick kissed the top of his head, loving affection deeply
- especially from people he knew and trusted. he wasn't quite sure if nick, deaf as he
was, knew about his stutter, but he did know about his mental problems, which made
him one of kieran's closest friends. he held him close and kissed his cheek happily.
he nodded in understanding when nick signed that he wasn't that good a swimmer,
he wasn't either; he raised his hands to tell nick this, but was met with a splash of
water and spluttered, eyeliner smudging below his eyes. he shook his wet hair
and tried to chase nick, grateful when he failed as badly as kieran himself did. breathing
heavily, he gripped the side, too tired to doggy paddle and utterly crap at swimming
for any length of time. shaking his head, he signed to nick, no, i really can't swim
that well, i feel like i'm about to sink right now, a small hint of panic in his eyes. he
clawed his way back to the edge of the pool and gripped the ladders again with a
whimper. lennox usually holds me up when i swim..i forget how to do it when my
mind goes all funny. he hoped nick understood what he meant about his mind
going funny, because he really wasn't in a fit state to explain.
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