<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Who- Joey Kisan and anyone who wants to join. When- Dyo 16 81379 Situation- Joey is tired of her lonilness and confusion in her love life. She has broken down to bad habits which are causing her to be self destructive. Wearing- torn jeans, a and a black t-shirt. </td></tr></table> The Depression....every time she had done this under these empty bleaches near the practice fields it seemed to get worse after the effect wore off. Joey sat there with tears in her eyes. The clouded one had lost its sparkle and life. She looked at her paws silently. At the scars of the needles she had put in her arms. A small case sits next to her, zipped up, but she was going to open it soon most likley. She reached for it, her hands shaking. She tried to resist but she grabbed the case and breathed deep. Now all she had to do is open it. It called her name. She whispered "no" to herself in a sob. She began fighting the urge, sobbing as she continued to do so.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Character: Kjetta Pujcmatt, 2400 Clothing: Flared dark jeans, trainers, black shirt only partially buttoned up </td></tr></table> Kjetta was enjoying his day off from teaching at the Acadamy and had decided (as soon as he'd finally surfaced from a deep, exhausted sleep about mid-morning that is) that he'd take a nice, long walk around in the nice weather. He'd got dressed in his casual-but-smart look of a nice black shirt along with jeans and trainers, humming along happily to his radio that was playing fairly easy-listening pop-style tunes. Normally, he'd prefer to listen to the heavy metal/rock genre, but today was different. It was his day off. He ruffled his fire-coloured hair to a suitable messy style and waxed it a little into place. Once dressed and ready to be seen, he'd begged the cafeteria staff to feed him, even though it was after breakfast and breaktime and nowhere near lunch. Of course, he won and got himself a sandwhich to go. Then, armed with a sandwhich and a small leather rucksack filled with his radio walkman, pens and a few books that needed marking, he headed off to find somewhere quiet. Just to hold appearances with the superiors, he decided to go the long way around and pass through major school areas as if on patrol duty. It was when he was almost out of the Acadamy that he got to the Tsupeon and saw a small figure kneeling on the ground, obviously upset over something. The teacher in him sighed. He was going to have to do something. He diverted his course towards the lone pendragon and moved to kneel down on the ground a few feet away. Hey... What's eating you on a day like today hmm? He said softly and compassionately, his brown eyes peering at her curiously.
Joey looked up at him started. She was shaking slightly as she clutched the bag. "N-N-Nothing sir....just thinking...." Thats not what she wanted to say. she wanted to tell someone. Get some help. But no. She had to have her release. The short time where she would forget all her pain. All the confusion. Yet...it was killing her. Trading her life for a few moments of good feeling? Such an odd trade. She watched him silently. But she ddint relise that her shaking was much more noticable now.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, finding it more comfortable. Kjetta watched as she shook as she spoke, not convinced at all by her vocal words. He smiled softly Hey, it's my day off. Call me Kjetta His mind raced. What was in that bag that she clutched as if it was her very soul? He returned his focus to her, still smiling. Thinking? What are you thinking about that's making you cry? I'm prepared to talk if you want.. Help you if needs be.. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>sucky sucky post... Will try and edit but feel free to reply :)</td></tr></table>
"Cry? No...." she points to her clouded eye "I just havent put in my eye drops....my eye is burning" she said staggardly. Crap. she doesnt have any eye drops with her...not that even needs them anymore. She looked at him, but then away quickly. Why does she keep lying like this? She asks that to herself. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it quickly. Her veins pulsed...calling for their release.
Kjetta wasn't fooled by the eyedrop stunt. She looked visably upset all over. He let it wash over him, and went into his bag. One black hand pulled out a clean hanky. Here. Dry your eyes. Nothing worse than trying to see out of watery eyes, He said friendly, offering it to her. It's clean I promise. I only carry it incase of emergencies. Especially now it's warmer. Knowing me, my weird allergy to a type of flower pollen will appear when it's most inconvieniant. He added chuckling. He let his brown eyes subtly give her the teacher-look-over. Her body seemed to be crying out for something. It seemed tired and weak.. So, I've told you my name, only fair you tell me yours
Joey took it and wipes her eyes. She handed it back quietly. But when her name was asked of him she paniced. Should she tell him? Her heart raced violently "I have to go!" she stood up and turned to ran but only tripped on a bar that hed up the bleachars. The case opening and a countless number of syringes flew out, breaking and spewing the liquids with in. She watched with a scream 'No!" She began crying and clutched the empty case.
Kjetta knew there was something seriously up with the girl. Especially when she paniced. He got up to run after her when she tripped and the case of needles and their liquids spilled everywhere. Ah... I understand now.. He thought silently to himself. He got up and moved slowly to kneel besides her and take her in a hug. Shhh... It's okay.... Now take some deep breaths and tell me what exactly was in those needles. And no lying or saying you're fine. I know when someone's suffering.. Yeah.. Dope withdrawal gets bad enough... He though silently to himself as he held her protectively. He'd had dealings in drugs himself... And occasionly had been known to smoke a spliff to make a hard day just float away..
She sobbed in his arms and looked up at him "I dont know whats in there...A person told me it woud work better than my medication" She reached into her pocekt and pulled out a drug called "Calzaidan". Its a calming drug. "I ran out and they stopped making Calzaidan.....so i went looking and this guy told me theres something better and gives me a number..I called it..then i got addicting to this..." she looked at the liquids at it. She couldnt lie anymore and she was actually glad that she wasnt. She sniffled as she was held in his arms.
Kjetta continued to hug her as he listened carefully. Her body still seemed to be shaking as he held her, softly rocking her to and fro. Oh.... Well, that's what happens with drugs such as this stuff. What were you taking the Calzaidan for? Don't worry, you're not in trouble.. He said softly as her sobbing turned into sniffles. He was being genuine about her not being in trouble. He just wanted to help.
ADHD? He said softly, letting the word move slickly off his tongue. Well, that wasn't quite what he was suspecting. And it was to try and control your hyperness right? He said thinking fast. He wasn't sure whether to let go of her because there was the possibilty that she'd try to run off. And she was in no fit state to be alone. Didn't you know that there are natural remedies that help ADHD? For example fish oil's supposed to be brilliant.
She shook her head. "I grew up with my med...never told of anything else...but come my years at school..i stopped taking them....I liked being odd and crazy and getting laughs." she shook a bit "But now...i took them again..i wanted to start meeting people..and the crazy me wasnt good to date...i started taking them and....god"she began to tear up again. Not because of her story..because the rest of her stash of the dope where wasted. She would have to buy more....and she didnt have the money.
Kjetta thought carefully. What could it have been in those needles? He listened to her begin to open up with him about it and when she started to cry again, he held her a little closer and began rocking her again. Shhhh... The discoverance of fish oil as a natural remedy is something old medics of the tribes of the mountains used. It's only recently been recognised as a possible source of alternative medicine. He paused, thinking about what he should do. Now look, everyone is different in their own special way. Whether that's because they have a special talent, or they perhaps are put together a little differently, each person is a special individual... Take me for example, I teacher here in Ramathian and Elementary Sorcerery but my main talent is fighting. It's just something that runs through my blood. Can you think of something that you're good at or maybe like doing?
Joey sobbed lightly as she thought....well....story telling was a big thing for her. But....for some reason she couldnt remember any of the stories. Making robots out of random junk? Hasnt been perfected...nearly worked once.......hrm...... "I can shapeshift...." she looked up at him.
Well there you go then, He said smiling. Now if that isn't a talent, I don't know what is His mind sighed, if mind's could sigh that is. There was hope if she could identify something she was good at. So what sort of shapeshifting? Biped to quadped or to different forms altogether?
"I can do both and I can change into completely different forms..." she thought back to the day when she first changed her form...the truth then... She looked up at him, tear streak running down her fur.
Kjetta handed her back the slightly damp hanky to wipe her eyes again, smiling softly. Wow. That's some talent for someone of your age group. When I was around your age, the most I could do was this.. He muttered something and tapped a piece of grass. Slowly but surely, out grew a red rose bush. I was a late learner for most things He said grinning as the flowers opened up in full bloom
Joeys Eyes went wide as the flower grew. "Woa..." She clutched the hanky as the flowers began to bloom. "Where did you learn to do that?" <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I would laugh so hard if these two started dating.... :lol: </td></tr></table>
Kjetta chuckled softly at her amazement of the producing of the small bush. He extended a hand and gently scratched the stalk before it came away easily into his hand. He offered it to her for closer inspection. Oh at an Acadamy like this one. Not so well known or as well respected, but still an Acadamy. The rose was a perfect one; no flaws, no sign of blackspot or other diseases. Simply a perfect red rose. Came out with Elementary Sorcerery and Warrior skills as my two main trades. I'm also advanced enough in Ramathian to teach it... So you see, you can do anything if you want it hard enough. He said smiling down at her, still kept within his embrace. You know, you still haven't told me your name... <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Lol.... You know it could be possible hehe.. Would probably be typical of Kjetta too. He's female-addicted XD</td></tr></table>
