Just Don't Deny It, don't try to fight this {Open}

[Vian Vega Aves]

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[Adder James Putnum]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] AJ was wandering. That was about as simple as he could put it. He didn’t want to sit still anymore, and he had already cleaned his room so that it was immaculate. And if he sat still any longer, he might turn to inappropriate methods of keeping himself entertained. And he had promised CJ that he wouldn’t do that anymore because if he did he might be moved to a different room in a different wing. And he really didn’t want to be taken away from his brother. His brother was the only one here who really understood him. So he was wandering. Outside seemed like as good a place as any to be, and the weather seemed nice enough today. So outside he went. There were a few people in the yard, and a few nurses and security officers wandering the area as well, making sure that everyone stayed in line. AJ wasn’t sure he wanted to be too close to anyone he didn’t know, but one particular patient caught his eye, even though he wasn’t sure why. He snuck up closer to the man who was laying down on the grass, watching him quietly. He seemed so peaceful. A feeling AJ really only got when he was with CJ. He was peaceful, laughing softly to himself, and AJ smiled from his hiding place behind a tree. But then, all of a sudden, things started to change. The shift was slight, but drastic at the same time. Up the man sat, eyes growing wide. AJ couldn’t tell if it was fear, anger, or what else, but he knew it wasn’t good and it really wasn’t peaceful. But before anything more could happen, a guard who had been stationed nearby was hovering over the patient, calming him down with a practiced manner. AJ watched, still quietly from behind the tree, as the guy slowly calmed down from the guard’s administrations. AJ was lucky, he supposed, that he didn’t have those sorts of violent switches. Sure, sometimes AJ would get worked up and hurt himself, but he never went from one extreme to the other so quickly. There was always a bit of a grace period where he could tell his mood was going south or he was needing his brother to pinch him or something. But it didn’t look like this guy had that sort of warning when he went from peaceful to… not. AJ was still hiding behind the tree, watching the man as he sat, peaceful once again. Normally, on any other day, AJ would have just quietly snuck away, as discreetly as he had appeared. But for some reason – and no, he couldn’t explain it if he tried – he didn’t do that. Instead, he took a step closer to the man, away from the cover of the tree. He heard the crack of a twig underneath his foot and winced at the noise which drew attention to him. ”H-hello,” he stuttered, unsure if this guy was even going to want him intruding on his afternoon out. ”I just… Uhm… Hi.” See, this is why AJ couldn’t have friends. He never knew what to say. He lifted his hand and quietly waved across the few feet of distance between them. ”I was just watching you a little. You seemed happy. You don’t see many happy people in here.” There. That was better.

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[Vian Vega Aves]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #ab0125 10px solid; border-right: #ab0125 10px solid; border-top: #ab0125 10px solid; border-bottom: #ab0125 10px solid; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] heaven ablaze in our eyes we’re standing still in time the blood on our hands is wine we There were very few days – moments, minutes, seconds, weeks, months – that were days when Vian Vega just felt good. Despite his strange little delusions that seemed to rule his life at points, the Schizophrenic patient of Lucid Manor wasn’t that bad of a person. He was generally over-all friendly, just a bit submissive, and even more so, willing to talk to anyone – whether he approached them or vise versa. Not many bothered to talk to him – with his High Profile status – which definitely was a shame, Oh well; more time for himself, he figured – that, and Volya. His brother grinned stupidly at him as he glared distantly off into the space, listening to the chatter that came from his visual and auditory hallucination, only blinking and losing it all as he heard a twig snap towards his left. At first, he honestly just simply thought of it as a rabid squirrel or something, but as he gently turned his head, he saw none other than a brown haired boy with fair skin and what seemed like a momentarily terrified look. The boy managed out a hello, and before Vian could even reply, he started to say something, before he said hi, again. Vian Vega found him a little peculiar – he liked people like this boy who seemed to shift his weight between his feet, nervous about confronting someone. “Hello, to you too, my good sir,” Vian grinned, waving back at the young boy as he waved before he seemed to finally muster up the courage and talking, saying how he was watching Vian a little, and how he seemed happy, and how one didn’t see many happy people in Lucid Manor. Well, Vian laughed quietly, it’s not like it’s a place of butterflies and sunshine. “Mom says not to be sad while I’m here. I’ll get better and be able to see her face every day. That makes me happy,” Vian Vega admitted, gently, “and it’s really not that bad if you simply make yourself be happy while you’re here; some people are just better at showing it, you know? I mean, if you had ever met my brother, he’d hate it here. He wasn’t ever fond of being locked up like a rat in a cage like I am now. But, he’s long gone, so it’s all okay, I’m guessing. You can come sit, I don’t bite, I promise,” Vian gave him a genuine, gentle smile as he watched the younger boy with gentle eyes, filled with curiousity. offer as sacrifice come on and show them your love rip out the wings of a butterfly tag: AJ words: 414 lyrics: Wings of a Butterfly - HIM

[Adder James Putnum]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] The man had grinned at AJ which surprised him. He wasn’t sure why, especially since he had just stated how he thought this guy looked happy. But it was still a shock to see the smile and wave in such a playful manner that almost invited AJ in to him. He even laughed at something AJ had said which made the younger boy blush and chew on his lip, even more curious now. Normally CJ was the only one to ever laugh at anything he said and not be doing it to be mean. But it didn’t seem like this guy was doing it to be mean at all. He listened to the man’s words intently, but stayed a healthy distance away from him. AJ didn’t like being touched and he was extremely nervous around strangers – no matter how nice they might seem. ”I… I don’t wanna be r-rude but…” he stuttered, shifting from foot to foot as he eyed the patch of grass beside him. He considered how quickly he could get away if this guy turned out to not be a nice guy after all and decided that so long as he sat at least eight feet away, he would be alright. He walked towards him, but in a large sweeping arc, keeping his distance until he was in front of where he was sitting. AJ sat down slowly, but kept his eyes glued on his companion. ”My mom’s dead. I don’t get to ever see her anymore…” AJ started, responding to what he had been told earlier. ”But I have a brother too.” He smiled at the thought of his older brother, probably somewhere inside the manor curled up with one of his special friends. ”He’s here too. His name is CJ. He’s my older brother. He does everything he can to make me happy here, sorta like you were sayin’ you gotta be.” He tilted his head as he looked at his new… ‘friend’. ”What’s your brother like? ‘n why is he long gone like you said?” AJ blushed, realizing he might be asking too personal of a question, but realizing it only too late. ”I’m sorry… I didn’t… I…” he stuttered, hesitating and fumbling over what he wanted to say. ”I’m AJ,” he finally blurted out, and then went silent. If he tried to keep talking, he’d probably just make a bigger fool of himself.

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