`shall we eat ?

[rie vernon schrute]

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The static, muffled rush of noise in the cafeteria was almost too much to bear this morning. Rie didn't usually come into the cafeteria for lunch; he usually walked the hallways, roamed the school until he found some corner he could sit and sneak a very small drink in, or he leaned out the boys' bathroom window and smoked a quick cigarette. If he was lucky, he might have some special someone to sneak around the back of the school with for the quickly passing lunch time hours. Today, none of these cases were the case. Because this morning, Rie's dad was angry, and when Rie's dad was angry in the morning it almost always (as it had this morning) meant a tussle, and when there was a tussle in the morning, there was almost never (as it had been this morning) time for him to eat breakfast, and Rie needed food, especially considering he hadn't eaten dinner the night before trying to help his sister Taylor finish up some science project on the solar system.

He hated the solar system.

Rie's footsteps were quick, his patience dwindling as his stomach began to churn and growl and threatened implosion. He managed to cut into the near front of the line, stepping in front of an old "friend" of his. When his eyes had caught hers, he'd winked, and the massive blushing smile spread across the girl's face told him he'd just saved himself ten minutes of waiting, and he'd been right.

Now, he grabbed a wrapped up turkey sandwich from the buffet-like selection of food. Also an apple, and also a bottle of water. A ham sandwich caught his eye for a moment and he almost grabbed that too but then thought the better of it. He really hadn’t been working out like he usually did lately, another side effect of dad’s having a bad month. A bad two months really, but this was to be expected, the anniversary of mom’s death had just passed, and things were usually rough around that time- for everyone- but for dad, especially. The girls were so young… Whitley remembered mom pretty well, sometimes she’d ask Rie questions and then nod her head as though he’d refreshed her memory, but Taylor and Beatrice… well, Rie wasn’t exactly sure what went on in their minds.

His food collected on his tray, he proceeded to pay, and, after turning to wink at the girl (who's name was lost to him at the moment) one last time, he walked off to find an empty spot at a mostly empty table. His thoughts were occupied now, thinking on his sisters, a usual topic of his ponderings. Just this morning, dad had swung at Taylor; which had caused the tussle. Whitley had to walk the girls to school alone. Rie didn’t like it when these things happened. He’d be worried all day, his hand reached instinctively into his pocket where his phone was. Maybe he could call the elementary school, make sure they were there. He could pass for their father via telephone. For years now, he had.

He bit into his sandwich, and hoped Taylor’s teacher wasn’t going to be too picky about the inclusion of Pluto in her celestial model. She’d insisted, she was not going to let Pluto be bullied into non-existence.

Rie picked a piece of lettuce from between his teeth with his tongue.

He hated the solar system.

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post; done.
tag; robin courtney james.
words; 574.
graphics; squishy.
lyrics; all time low.

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[robin courtney james]

Stand on the edge with me

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Hold Back your fear and see
Nothing is real til it's gone[/center][/size][/font]

Fear seemed to loom like a shadow, one that the teenage girl just couldn't shake. She'd done this so many times, in her mind. Meeting new people. Strange new places. Having to find her way around was becoming easier, thanks to the aid of her seeing eye dog, Retro. However, even with the golden retriever standing calmly at her side, the lithe blonde girl quaked like a leaf being blown effortlessly in the breeze. She tried to steel herself, making her face a mask, void of emotion entirely. With tremendous effort her body ceased the shaking that had been quickly becoming the bane of her existence. No, she thought, it wasn't the fear that was what she despised with every fiber of her being, it was the darkness that always shrouded her, keeping her veiled in the cold black surrounding her.

Taking a deep breath, one that she hoped would help boost her confidence, however absurd the idea was. Reaching a hand down, she patted the sleek head of her faithful companion. "We're not going to let them scare us, are we?" She muttered softly, more to her self. Her cloudy blue eyes were covered with a pair of sunglasses. This was normal for Robin. The longer she hid her eyes, the longer it took for people to realize she was blind, if things went well that is. Another weird thing when other people heard it. But her eyes were a dead giveaway. They looked normal enough, more clouded than most peoples, but not to abnormal. It was the way that she never seemed to focus on the person she was talking to, or where she was turning her head towards. Her hand gripped the short leash that was attached to her only safety line, Retro.

Standing as straight as she possibly could, she walked into the cafeteria. The muffled noises to some people were so much louder, resounding in her ears. She winced slightly, trying to adjust to the dramatic change in volume. As always, she could feel eyes on her, even if she couldn't see to verify that indeed a few other teenagers were watching her. Trying to appear as confident as she was able, she let Retro lead her through the crowd, not bumping into anyone and making it to the cafeteria line without incident. With all the courage she could muster, she waited in the line. She was bumped a bit, but nothing major. The only thing that was weird, causing a few stares, was the canine by her side. But no questions were voiced, much to Robin's relief.

A smile was plastered on her face, the tips of her lips curled just enough to classify as a smile. After a few minutes of waiting, she was holding the food tray, a sandwich on her plate, the kind of meat didn't really bother her, so she hadn't checked. She murmured something softly to her dog, and with a low whine Retro led her through the mass of people, in search of an open table. Her seeing eye dog had gotten good at these kind of things, that most people considered trivial. Another bump in the road of normal teenage life, After a minute or two of searching, Robin was sighing in frustration. She almost waned to shout in relief with Retro stop, and with some guiding she sat down. The golden retriever laying down at her feet with a yawn. She set the tray down, getting the wrapper off her sandwich. The sound of chewing met her ears and she froze. Usually Retro found her a completely empty table, apparently this time it was occupied by an individual. "Hello..." She said, her voice low, almost uncertain. However, she tried not to phrase it as a question, knowing that might arouse curiosity as to why she seemed to not know a person was there. Being blind wasn't exactly something you could keep hidden for long, but Robin sure did try.[/color]

Tagged ! rie vernon schrute
Music ! Before It's Too Late - Goo Goo Dolls
Word Count ! 674
Notes ! Kind of bad x.x sorry.
Credit ! emmaleahlove at CAUTION 2.0 made the template. Don't steal please or take this credit off.

[rie vernon schrute]

no captain yet

believe you me

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Rie had taken a fifth bite of his sandwich; it was more than halfway gone already (he took big bites), when he felt something nudge his foot and became acutely aware of another person’s presence. It wasn’t in an eery way, and Rie couldn’t have said it was unexpected. He’d figured the girl from the lunch line might try to join him, or perhaps a classmate, or a nerdy boy in need of some relationship advice. He was way too tired to be of any assistance to the latter; he wasn’t feeling too fond about the first either. Before turning his eyes to look behind him he silently hoped the visitor was female. Just in case it were, he made a point of running a hand through his messy hair; he hadn’t really had much of a chance to fix it this morning. In fact, he thought back with a frown, he hadn’t looked in a mirror since before the fight with dad. For all he knew, he was black and blue. This wasn’t the case, though there was a small scratch just below his eye from when dad had shoved him into the open cabinet door.

Yes, he smirked, shielding his mouth with the back of his hand so the newcomer, sitting down not far beside him, couldn’t see the crumbs of bread on his lips. He licked his lips clear, a little confused by the feeling of some weight on his feet. He peered under the table.

”Hello,” he heard, and narrowly missed hitting his head.

”Ah, hi,” he replied, his signature smile glowing as he looked over; he was hoping his little near-mishap hadn’t been noticed. ”Is this your dog?” He peeked for a second time at the small golden retriever. Since when were dogs allowed in school? This girl had to know somebody on the inside; and for that alone she had to be worth knowing. It was clear she was worth knowing for more reasons than that, as well. Rie tossed his apple from one hand to the other, before biting into the fruit with a sound crunch. ”I’m Rie, by the way, but uh,” he smiled mischievously, his assessment of this girl was a pleasing one, ”you can call me whatever you want.” He chuckled.

She had an air of coolness about her, with her sunglasses and her nonchalance. She didn’t seem to be focusing on any particular thing, as though the rush of the lunchroom, the chaos of everything around her, was lost to her. As though she lived in her own private little world no one could disrupt. Rie wasn’t used to this; most girls, once they saw him, had trouble tearing their eyes away, at least for a little while. This girl hadn’t even glanced his way yet. He felt a little self-conscious, tried to very slyly smell his breath, his face turned away from hers for a moment to do so. How was he to have any idea that all these theatrics were wasted on her? Perhaps, he should have been able to put together the sunglasses, and the dog, and the distance in her demeanor- but obviously this girl was a professional at hiding her condition and he was just another fool who was falling for her well-intentioned scheme. It was safe to say he had no clue.

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post; done.
tag; robin courtney james.
words; 559.
graphics; squishy.
lyrics; all time low.
notes; nahhh, it’s great! ;3


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[robin courtney james]

Stand on the edge with me

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Hold Back your fear and see
Nothing is real til it's gone[/center][/size][/font]

Robin generally hoped that she would get a table all to herself. But with the bigger schools, it was to be expected that most of the tables were occupied. Yet, even if she had to sit with someone else, Retro usually warned her that someone was there. It was odd that her dog hadn't bothered to inform her of that, seeing as he was trained to do so. A false sense of security wrapped around her. Sitting down, eating, no one expected anything of her. Yet, if she had to have conversation with someone, then it was bound to be harder for her. She had planned to take her sunglasses off when she sat down, but decided against it when she heard the other person that was apparently sitting not to far from where she had sat down. Taking a deep breath, she tilted her head down, so it looked like her eyes were focused on her food, at least, that was her hope. Her blonde hair swung down, partially shadowing her face, but not enough to make her feel calm about the situation. The feeling of not knowing so many things, it was hard for her. Especially when not long ago she had just been another teenager, partying and all. That was over for her now. And since being blind was so new to her, her parents still had to help her pick out her clothes, cause she couldn't choose for herself based on sight. For someone who wanted so badly to be independent, it was a harsh reality check.

She forced herself to straighten up, keeping the mask of indifference on her face. An expression so carefully practiced. She reached out and grabbed her sandwich, thankful that she at least remembered exactly how she had laid it on the tray, otherwise she would've reached for thin air. Getting the wrap off of it, she took a small bite, waiting for the person to reply to her quietly spoken hello.

A small smile tipped up the corners of her lips at his hello. Setting her sandwich down, she couldn't help but chuckle softly when he asked about her seeing eye dog. That always seemed to be a topic of conversation whenever she was talking to someone. Then again, this was a school, and they did have a clear no pets policy. But law stated that you had to allow seeing eye dogs anywhere. Grocery stores, schools, practically anyplace you had to go. "Yeah, he's mine. His name's Retro." At the sound of his name, Retro lifted his head, looking up at Robin, with a quiet sigh, he rested his head back down on the ground. She tried to figure out what the guy was doing, she heard the sound of something round slapping one palm and then the other one, and she could only assume he was playing and tossing around something. Perhaps a fruit? The crunch that followed supported her idea. She was happy that she was getting better with telling what things were by their sound. Her hearing had become more enhanced, it seemed, when she became blind.

When he gave his name, and then slipped in something else, that she knew from prior experiences, was a flirty comment, she rose her eyebrows. An amused smile played across her lips. "Well, it's nice to meet you Rie, and as for your wonderful offer, I think I'll just stick with your given name." She shook her head slightly. It seemed like he was a guy who was used to being overly flirty often. Considering he'd only been talking to her for a few seconds before starting to say things of that nature. Being blind definitely wasn't a good thing, and it didn't help with self esteem, so no matter what anybody said, her opinion of herself wasn't very high.

Realizing she hadn't introduced herself, she tilted her head up, hoping that it seemed like she was looking towards him. "I'm Robin by the way, and you can call me, just that." She said, teasing him slightly for his prior comment. Just because a guy had a tendency to flirt didn't mean he wasn't a good guy, or one that she wouldn't enjoy talking to. She actually hoped he would be one that she could talk to, have fun with. But what were the chances? He'd probably be like so many others, find out she's blind, and then split. As fast as they could. You try having a good self esteem when people always do that to you. Her faith in people definitely wasn't what it used to be. She reached for the can of soda she knew was on her tray. She bit her lip slightly, hoping she wouldn't miss reach. When he hand closed around air, her eyelids shut, opening with an almost desperation. Moving her hand slightly she bumped into the can, and she picked it up. She chuckled slightly and shrugged as if it was a silly mistake, not that she hadn't seen exactly where the soda was. [/color]

Tagged ! rie vernon schrute
Music ! Before It's Too Late - Goo Goo Dolls
Word Count ! 865
Notes ! I chuckled while I was reading your post XD It was funny ^-^
Credit ! emmaleahlove at CAUTION 2.0 made the template. Don't steal please or take this credit off.

[rie vernon schrute]

no captain yet

believe you me

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The pace of the lunch room was slowing slightly as most students in the room had already passed through the lunch line and were seated in various locations with their various friends, trying to wolf down their food (with the exception of the anorexic girls, of course- they were too ‘full’ to eat a bite). The sounds shifted from the rustling of lunch trays and money pulled from pockets to steady chatter and laughter. Two tables away some jock managed to flick a cherry tomato (from his girlfriend’s salad- he’s too macho for salad) into a cup of Coca-Cola. A victorious roar went up from the guys, some applause, while the girls squealed and glared at him for wetting their hair and clothes.

Rie wasn’t distracted though. He heard the noise, but he barely glanced in that direction. Jocks flicked cherry tomatoes into cups of Coca-Cola all the time. Pretty girls with kind-eyed dogs didn’t seat themselves beside Rie nearly as much. Especially considering, most pretty girls (and by pretty, he meant looking good in a non-slutty way) had already heard about Rie from exes or just through the grape vine, and most of them steered clear, afraid he’d taint their innocence, perhaps? Ha, he thought, wasn’t like a girl could lose her virginity just talking to him. But whatever. He was going to focus on the now… right now.

”Retro,” he repeated, with an approving smile. His lips parted so his smile shone crookedly between them; this was classic Rie, a smile as recognizable as the jingle in those old Kit Kat commercials. Too bad she had no clue. It was really rather funny; the irony was growing with every passing moment.

”Alright,” he chuckled. Her response hadn’t been a total shutdown at all. She might actually work out for him someday (and by work out for, he meant make out with). To get it completely and honestly straight, Rie would still talk to her even if she didn’t make out with him. He really only got pissed at slutty girls who wouldn’t make out with him, ‘cause it seemed to him that they had no excuse other than just to be bitches. It was clear from the very beginning that Robin wasn’t a slut. She was probably an artist or a musician or a writer or something creative like that- something that took brain power, rather than physical power, or looks. He could also see her as a model; she’d portray the shy girl, the goody-two-shoes type who wore those short plaid skirts and cardigans and went easy on the eye shadow.

She turned her head a little, and Rie could see more of her face from behind her hair. His smile grew, and he took another bite out of his apple. Yeah, she could be a model.
”Robin it is then.”

He really only barely noticed her little mishap with the soda can; he was pretty preoccupied picturing her in plaid with that cardigan sliding down her shoulders. And in all his density, he still hadn’t put two and two… and two… together. His eyes followed her hand until it finally had the soda can in question in its grip. He was confused for a minute, breaking out of his short-lived fantasy.

”Forgot to put your contacts in this morning?” he laughed. ”Happens to me all the time.” Such a lie. Rie didn’t wear contacts. But similarities were often necessary establishments in the early formations of any relationship, and Rie was willing to go that extra mile to set the foundation for this girl who might become a future make out buddy.

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post; done.
tag; robin courtney james.
words; 605.
graphics; squishy.
lyrics; all time low.
notes; hehe, tankya- I try. X3 my posts feel so short!! o.o"


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[robin courtney james]

Stand on the edge with me

[/font]

Hold Back your fear and see
Nothing is real til it's gone[/center][/size][/font]

With slow deliberate movements, she reached down and petted the head of her dog. No matter what people thought, Retro gave her a sense of freedom, of confidence, however weak it was. Without him, it was nonexistent. The faithful canine lying at her feet was her best friend, loyal to no end, and loving. He was a dog after all. She leaned back up, a stronger smile on her lips now. Retro never failed to help calm her nerves. She couldn't imagine life without him anymore. She'd never owned a dog, but after the accident, getting a seeing eye dog seemed like the best way to do things. And she couldn't be happier with the golden retriever that she had gotten. He was perfect.

Even though Robin couldn't see the guy that was sitting not to far from her, she could feel his gaze on her. It hadn't taken long to learn the feeling of when someone was looking at her, she got looked at often enough. Not always in a good way either. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. She liked to know what was going on, that was her personality, but well, not seeing kind of hindered that. She hated herself for constantly dwelling on the fact that she was now blind, but it seemed to come so easily. She was still bitter over her lost eyesight. After all, it hadn't been all that long ago that she lost it.

She smiled slightly when he repeated Retro's name, and it sounded like he actually liked it. Some people found the canine's name old fashioned, or just weird. But she loved it. She hadn't actually named Retro, the place that trained seeing eye dogs had a number of dogs that were already in training and she gotten to pick one and then work with it, learning how to understand signals that the dog would give her. It hadn't taken long and the instructors said that Retro and her worked very well together.

Robin chuckled under her breath, he seemed to accept her casual rejection rather well. Although, she was fairly sure that he didn't take it as a rejection. Probably just a 'not right now', with potential later down the road. Yet, the only way you can be interested in someone so quickly is based on their looks. And seeing as Robin couldn't even see Rie's looks, there was no way she was going to date, or more likely what he had in mind, make out with, a guy she'd just met. She used to be a girl that would flirt with guys just as easily as Rie was. But losing her sight made her more reserved in that area. And in several other areas for that matter.

She tilted her head to the side, wishing for the ten millionth time in the last week that she could just see. Something. Anything. Anything at all... People who just walked through life didn't realize how precious things were. Until you lost them. Funny thing, she used to make fun of that saying. Never know what you got till it's gone. And boy did those words ring true now.

The teenager froze when she realized she missed the soda she had been trying to grab, to get a drink. She moved her hand and finally found it. A last desperate attempt to cover up the mess up, she laughed, shrugging it off with once again, a forced nonchalance. She was sure he had seen it, at least to an extent. And if he had, it wouldn't take long to realize. To put everything together. His comment caught her off guard, her eyes, though unseeing, widened in the shock. Thankfully, the sunglasses still guarded them. She plastered a fake smile on and got out a completely unreal laugh, though how was he supposed to know, he didn't know her. "Yeah, stupid of me really. I think Retro may have eaten them..." She tried to joke, her voice breaking once in the middle, but she covered it up.

Retro stood up, sensing that Robin was unsettled. He walked over and set his head on her lap and sat down. She set her hand on his head. She wanted to start conversation, anything to avoid questions should he say any. "Do you have any pets of your own?" She questioned, grabbing the first thought that came to mind. [/color]

Tagged ! rie vernon schrute
Music ! Before It's Too Late - Goo Goo Dolls
Word Count ! 756
Notes ! Psh, they're not short xP
Credit ! emmaleahlove at CAUTION 2.0 made the template. Don't steal please or take this credit off.

[rie vernon schrute]

no captain yet

believe you me

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Rie stopped picturing Robin in various shades of plaid, reluctantly, but he did. It wasn’t that he didn’t like what he was thinking, or that he thought he shouldn’t be thinking it. And he wasn’t thinking dirty, or dramatically, she wasn’t feeding him grapes on the beach in his mind; he was just thinking about her. In any case, he figured it just wasn’t the right time. And there was a time and a place for everything after all. Ha. Rie looked at Retro and his mind wandered back to the reason why this girl was able to get into school with her dog. Momentarily.

”Yeah, stupid of me really. I think Retro may have eaten them…” Her attempt at this joke was a feeble one, but Rie laughed anyway. He’d never had a dog, but he imagined they ate a lot of things. Whitley wanted a dog for a long time. When she was really little, five or six maybe, she had a little stuffed dog she called Rie, to his dismay. She never voiced her want of a dog to anyone but Rie, and of course Rie couldn’t get a dog into the house, but he had managed a hamster. He was grateful when Whitley declared Hammie didn’t look like a Rie; Hammie seemed like the best name for a hamster in hamster history in comparison. And all things considered, a hamster was probably the best for the family, considering the temperament of its persons. The whole eating things thing… it really wasn’t going to fly; let some big-eyed puppy chew on his new Nikes, it’d be a street dog in five seconds flat. Let some big-eyed puppy chew on his father’s work shoes… and it’d very possibly be a dead dog. He cringed at the thought.

”Yah,” he said at first. ”Well, it’s not really my pet, it’s my little sister’s…” he paused again. Bringing his sisters into conversation never felt like a good idea. It felt like he was breaking some sort of code that need not be broken. Or a spell, like some wall between his home life and his outside-of-home life was teetering on the foundation of his complete separation of the two. It’d taken him years to build up that wall; he’d never brought it down before, and he wasn’t going to start now. ”She has this hamster she’s completely in love with; his name is Hammie… if it even is a guy… I have no clue how to judge and frankly, I don’t give a damn. As long as it’s in its cage and not running around the house, I’m good.” His apple was looking rather pathetic, bitten into twice and ignored. He stuck his tongue into his cheek thoughtfully, staring at the apple. It was hard for him to make eye contact when he talked about this sort of stuff, the stuff of substance; the stuff that he actually did give a damn about.

He wondered what things were like in Robin’s house. She probably had two parents; while divorce was really common in these days, most kids Rie knew still had two parents… or more. They didn’t know how good they had it, he thought. Especially the only children. He’d dated quite a few girls who were only children, come to think of it. They were the worst. Of course, it wasn’t his place to judge; he was just saying…

”Is it too bright in here for ya?” Rie smiled. The sunglasses were a bit much, didn’t she think? It was summer yeah, but they were in the lunch room, not on the beach.

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post; done.
tag; robin courtney james.
words; 604.
graphics; squishy.
lyrics; all time low.
notes; tankies. ^^


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[robin courtney james]

Stand on the edge with me

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Hold Back your fear and see
Nothing is real til it's gone[/center][/size][/font]

Robin knew she wasn't funny, well, not when she was trying to be. She was better with sarcastic humor. Not making jokes like this. It was just a defense mechanism, in a way. Try to joke things off, laugh and every unanswered question is just forgotten. She covered everything up with pathetic jocks. It never seemed to work though. For a moment it would appear to, but not long after, something would happen, and no matter what, no matter how hard she tried, the person would find out she was blind. It wasn't like being blind was something you could cover up very easily, much to her dismay of course.

She heard his laugh and knew he was only doing it out of politeness and forced manners. The blonde teenage girl wished she could just crawl under a rock, curl up, and forget the cruelty of the real world. Rie was being nice, she knew that. He didn't have to stay and talk to her. It wasn't like she was being that great of company. But he was talking to her. Forever there, a bitter voice in her mind couldn't help but pipe up and say he wouldn't be there for long, once he found out about her disability, he would be gone. Just another voice among the myriads of others that were captured by her unique sense of hearing. She made herself smile in the direction of his voice, tilting her head down afterwards and taking a drink from her soda. Carefully, she set the soda can back on the table. She was almost positive that Rie was still wondering how she could've managed to convince the administrative office to allow her to bring her dog into the school. After all, Retro wasn't even a small dog. A golden retriever after all can't be considered small. Unless they're a puppy. She just hoped he wasn't going to ask. She despised lying, which in effect caused her to hate herself for the charade she played every
time she met a new person.

At her weird and shaky attempt at redirecting the conversation, he responded simply. Her face lit up as he replied, a sincere, completely genuine grin covered her lips, actually showing her white teeth. She loved to hear about peoples lives, no matter how mundane they thought their life was. It was never like that to her. It was fascinating, with new twists and turns. Like a plot for a well written book. No matter what you imagined, it never was what it had first appeared to be. Life was a beautiful wonderful thing. And she just wished she had realized that before she had lost her sight. She could no longer enjoy life's beauty. She was stuck in never ending darkness. Robin chuckled as he short paragraph about the hamster that belonged to his little sister. She leaned forward, almost eagerly. "You're lucky y'know. To have siblings. You know how much I wish I could have a sister, or a brother? Someone I could talk to, that knew everything about me. Someone I didn't have to hide things from, for fear of judgement." Her voice held an almost dreamy quality as she talked about what she could only wish for. "A best friend, with ties of blood..." Her smile faded, turning more lopsided, till it vanished. "But... that's only a silly wish..." She turned her head away from him, embarrassed that she'd shared something like that. It seemed almost petty, unworthy of discussion. She didn't even live with her birth parents, how could she wish for a full blood sibling. Of course, she was an only child. Her adopted parents couldn't have children, hence, the reason they had adopted her.

She visibly flinched at his question. It wasn't really that unexpected, but it was one that she dreaded. People thought she was trying to look 'cool' some of the times, by wearing sunglasses. Others thought she was just weird... She wished she hadn't physically reacted to his question, knowing he would be at least slightly curious. She sighed, knowing that he would find out sooner or later. The facade had lasted long enough. She reached up and pulled down her sunglasses, exposing her cloudy blue eyes. It wouldn't be that big of a deal, except that he eyes wouldn't focus on anything... Nothing at all.. "Not exactly... Though, my eyes can be kind of sensitive to light..." Came with being blind, she added in her mind. He would draw the connections soon, she couldn't help but wonder how long it would take. She turned her head towards him, but her eyes, unable to control them completely, were looking more at his shoulder. [/color]

Tagged ! rie vernon schrute
Music ! Before It's Too Late - Goo Goo Dolls
Word Count ! 808
Notes ! I'm leaving for vacation on Thursday, just so you know.
Credit ! emmaleahlove at CAUTION 2.0 made the template. Don't steal please or take this credit off.

[rie vernon schrute]

no captain yet

believe you me

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If there was one thing Rie had figured out by now it was that there was something way different about this girl. In fact, he could say there was something way different about this person, in general. Girl or guy, Rie’d never met anyone and had this strange feeling that he was missing something about her or him. Not that he met people and suddenly knew everything about them… it was difficult to put his finger on. All he knew is that he did not know something pretty major about Robin. Hopefully his smooth-talking abilities and comfortingly good looks would pull the secrets out of her.

He noticed the expression on her face changing as he talked about Hammie. His own expression twisted into a little bit of confusion. What was so interesting about Hammie? He was a hamster, and a really, really lame lunchtime anecdote in Rie’s opinion. He was wishing he had something of more interest to discuss. Like kissing. Ha. Not really… but really. But the story seemed to strike some sort of chord with Robin and for that he silently thanked God for his late night pet shop purchase of the hamster now named, oh so originally, Hammie. He remembered hating the little guy as he walked out of the pet store. It bit him almost as soon as he got down the block; Rie’d almost dropped him in the gutter and called it a night. But now, he might actually go home and kiss the little guy’s furry little nose.

Robin spewed her thoughts on siblings so fast and so willingly it took Rie back a bit. He didn’t know he was that smooth; he knew he was that good-looking. Ha. But damn. This girl might be more talkative than she’d seemed. The bad news in all of his was that the subject was once again upon his family. He sucked in a breath and told himself that no matter what, he had to get off of it, soon. Separation. Wall. It needed to stay intact.

”Yah, well, I have three little sisters and they drive me up one wall and down the other some times…” he laughed. ”I’m glad I have ‘em though…” and he knew they were glad to have him. For a broken family, the kids were pretty close. At least he had that to comfort him.

She seemed embarrassed by her answer, and Rie wanted to say something then to open her up again; but she took off her glasses and turned her face toward him, her blonde hair shifting and swaying in the movement, revealing her face completely, revealing her eyes. Clouded and blue. Clouded. He inched a little closer to Robin, sliding just barely on the bench, wary of Retro; if this dog were nearly as protective of Robin as Rie was of his sister’s, it might lunge at him right now. But it was clicking now. Everything. The glasses, the dog, the soda can. The contacts joke… he cringed. He could be so dense sometimes.

”If you ever need someone to talk to, you can talk to me,” he smiled, and even though he fully realized she couldn’t see a thing of that signature grin, he kept it on. ”Your eyes, by the way,” he let out a short breath of air as though he couldn’t believe he was saying this, ”are beautiful.” Inside of him, something twisted in his gut, because he knew he’d just attached himself somehow to this girl. This compliment wasn’t just another compliment to another pretty face; Robin really was different from other girls, and he knew he couldn’t treat her like he treated them. That… that was where he drew a line… built another wall. All these walls… he was beginning to feel a bit claustrophobic. But more so, he felt… relieved. It was odd. Something about Robin’s disability freed him. He wasn’t sure what this feeling was about, but he knew he wanted to explore it. But how? If he kept on being his normal Rie self, he’d flirt and probably end up kissing her and depending on how she felt about it things could go too far and if he pulled away… it would be wrong. She wasn’t just another pretty face; the phrase was repeating in his head now.

But his eyes saw her pretty face, her beautiful clouded blue eyes, her pretty pink lips, her golden blonde hair.

”And I uh, hope you don’t think it too forward of me if I say, I’d really like to have lunch with you again sometime.” He took a last bite out of his apple before aiming, and throwing it into the trash can at the end of the table. It flew through the air, sailed really, and hitting the interior side of the trash can, dropped into the black garbage bag. He bit his bottom lip, smiling proudly. Score.

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post; done.
tag; robin courtney james.
words; 819.
graphics; squishy.
lyrics; all time low.
notes; I saw in the absence thread. ]':


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[robin courtney james]

Stand on the edge with me

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Hold Back your fear and see
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Maybe it was weird for her to be so enthralled with a story about a hamster, named Hammie for that matter. But she found it interesting, as ridiculous as other people might find it. She allowed the light smile to stay on her lips. She wished she could say this was just another normal day for her. That she talked with people all the time, had fun, talked about whatever. But this was abnormal. She was the girl people made fun of, who sat at a table by herself most of the time. The other schools. The one school where she had been popular, till after the accident. Ironic isn't it, that she became blind at one of the parties the populars were hosting, and then because of it, she became an accident. She didn't really miss the popularity, it wasn't what everyone cracked it up to be. However, Robin did miss the feeling of acceptance. She was just a average girl back then, now, well, she considered herself below average. Yeah, confidence wasn't exactly abundant for Robin anymore.

She was actually taken aback with her own willingness to talk about siblings, and family. People probably thought she had the picturesque little family. Picture perfect. That wasn't true. Where as, she didn't have the worst relationship with her parents, she didn't really talk to them at all, and still held all her feelings in around them. They were musical, just like her, but they also forced their classical style on her. They made her learn the violin, where as, she enjoyed the electric guitar more. It seemed a ridiculous miniscule problem compared to what other people had, and she knew she was lucky. She knew her parents loved her, and that was really all she could ask for. She nodded and smiled at his comment about his siblings. He didn't seem to really want to continue talking about his family. And although Robin was curious, she let it go, not bothering to even comment, knowing that would just drag the conversation out.

When she reached to take off her sunglasses, her hands shook slightly, knowing what was coming. She took a deep breath and bit her lip lightly, preparing herself for him to leave. Preparing herself to take the blow that she had come to expect time and time again. Robin heard him slide just a little bit closer and she tensed. Retro stood up completely, looking between Rie and Robin, his head went down, staring at Rie. Robin reached out a hand and set it down lightly on Retro's head, calming him down. She knew that everything was starting to make sense for Rie. And all she had to do was wait for him to make some lame excuse and get up and leave. It was like this every time. She knew what to expect now.

Her eyes, though unseeing, widened in shock when he spoke. She parted her lips to speak, but she seemed unable to form a comprehensible sentence in reply to his kindness. It was obvious this situation was new to her. Someone who seemed to accept her, accept her for everything she was and everything she wasn't. Robin tilted her head slightly in confusion when he mentioned her eyes and then paused. Yeah, she knew they were clouded, people told her all the time. They told her they looked weird. She'd learned to shield herself from those insults, as petty as they seemed to other people. Yet, it still hurt. However, nothing prepared her for the compliment he gave her. A light pink blush covered her cheeks and she looked down, blonde hair swinging forward to cover her face more. She looked up at him, biting her lip slightly. "T-thank you..." Her voice shook lightly while she replied, trying to stay calm. She offered him a hesitant smile, still unsure of herself. She just wished she could see him. Maybe it was better that she couldn't. Maybe it would make everything worse instead of making it better like she always believed it would. Maybe, because of this disability, maybe, just maybe, she was different. When he said her eyes were beautiful, it sounded like a sincere compliment, not one he always gave to pretty girls. It didn't sound flirty, just... honest.

At his next comment, a large smile threatened to show itself. He heard him throw something and she heard the distinct sound of something hitting the trash can and falling in. "Nice one, hot shot." She teased with a grin, thankful to ease the tension in the air just a bit. Just because she couldn't see anything, didn't mean she didn't know what was going on, at least, some of what was going on around her. Most people were surprised when she could make comments as if she'd actually seen it happen, but it was just about using her other senses to her advantage. "And hey, I'd like to have lunch with you again sometime too. I'm always up for company." She shrugged her shoulders, finally allowing the large smile to light up her face. [/color]

Tagged ! rie vernon schrute
Music ! Before It's Too Late - Goo Goo Dolls
Word Count ! 871
Notes ! Kind of a bad post, sorry if it's hard to reply to.
Credit ! emmaleahlove at CAUTION 2.0 made the template. Don't steal please or take this credit off.

[rie vernon schrute]

no captain yet

believe you me

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Rie didn’t know much about Robin so far, except that she was an only child who wanted siblings, she had a dog, she was really pretty, and well… she was blind. But he wanted to know so much more. He was honestly interested in what things she was interested in. She saw the world like no one else he knew… he guessed she actually didn’t see it, but he wasn’t going to be technical about this. He just couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live without his sight; he depended upon it for everything, especially when it came to girls, having what pleased him, so to say. And he depended on others having sight to help him. The idea of him being friends with a blind girl was kind of mind-boggling. And he wanted it.

He tried to think of exactly what he wanted. It was something he should figure out, and figure out sooner rather than later. He had this image in his mind already of a disastrous ending to this friendship that had hardly even begun. The sound of her voice as she said thank you… it did something else inside of him. Thank you. Two harmless words, well-intentioned words even. But Rie heard them and digested them as a sign of danger. Robin was so nice. Maybe too nice to be acquainted with a guy like him. Though… it depended on what he wanted.

So what did he want, he wondered, as he turned his eyes from the trashcan to Robin again, her wide eyes; he’d flattered her. His eyebrows pulled over his eyes, a sure sign of his determination and focus on the matter at hand. Then she spoke. He chuckled.

”Ha, you could hear that that well?” He shook his head. ”That’s effin’ amazing.” Rie had this issue with actually saying the word ‘fuck’. He used to have no problem with it; it was a main part of his vocabulary for a long time. That is, until he let it slip at home and Beatrice repeated it. That really traumatized him; anyone who knew him would have probably laughed their ass off at the sight of his face. He’d held Beatrice’s stuffed bear Mr. George hostage until she’d sworn never to say the word again. After that, he tried to keep his mouth a little cleaner.

He wondered what she thought of him, since she couldn’t see him. What kind of meaning did voices take when sight was gone? Did she measure attractiveness by voice now? He wondered if he had an attractive voice. It didn’t seem to be something so easily fixed as looks. Makeovers were given all the time, but voice-overs… ha, that just wasn’t possible in real life.

He nodded his head. ”Awesome.” He paused, realizing he hated the lunchroom. ”Well, I don’t usually come to lunch… actually… but when I do, I’ll be sure to find you.” He shrugged, and even though deep inside of his gut he knew he probably shouldn’t even extend this offer, he did anyway. ”The noise in here really bothers me y’know? So I usually sit at the end of a hallway, or sneak into the auditorium. No one really goes in there this time of the day. If you’d be comfortable,” Rie’s eyebrows lowered as he said this. What was he saying? If she’d be comfortable? He sounded like a schmutz. He didn’t even know what that was but that’s what he felt like. ”You could always join me there too.”

Well, the ball was in her court now. He took a long drink of water and waited patiently for her reply. Whatever it was, it was going to set things into motion, and whatever direction she pushed it toward, that was where he’d keep it rolling.

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post; done.
tag; robin courtney james.
words; 634.
graphics; squishy.
lyrics; all time low.
notes; eye dee kay where i'm going with this >.< haha. my post stinks... T-T


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[robin courtney james]

Stand on the edge with me

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Hold Back your fear and see
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Being unable to see had several draw backs, but there was always the one good thing. Other peoples looks, didn't matter to you. Maybe that sounded weird to other people, but she loved it for that one fact. No matter how many times she wished to see people, she enjoyed not knowing. Creating her own picture of them in her mind. Based mainly on guesses and what they told her about themselves. Their personalities made a big difference too. The phrase, beautiful on the inside but ugly on the inside made sense to her. But if she didn't like someone's personality, her picture of them wasn't exactly attractive. Personality, voice, everything she learned about them, that's how she formed an image of them in her mind of them. It was something she would do while laying at bed at night. Dreaming about life and everything that went with it. She delighted in sleep, because the dreams that came with it, brought images, she could see things. After only months of being blind, the images of her own parents were fuzzy...

Right now, she couldn't help but try to picture Rie. He seemed like a good older brother and she knew he loved his sisters, she could tell by his tone of voice when he talked about them. Although he was a flirt, he seemed really sweet at times. He hadn't run away like so many others when he'd found out she was blind. He'd stayed, and said she could talk to him. She wanted so badly to trust him. Yet, after so many other cruel heart breaks, she wasn't sure how easily she could come to trust him. She could almost picture him. Almost... The image was still blurred, and she knew the sharpness and clarity would come in time, as she got to know him. At least, she hoped she would be able to get to know him. Maybe one of these days, he'd let her see him... But she knew not to ask now, she had to wait... After all, they didn't know each other, and it would be awkward otherwise.

She tilted her head and smiled in his direction when he chuckled in response to what she said. His reply caused her to laugh out loud. "Yeah, I guess you could put it that way. Not that fun in a really crowded and loud place though." She said, gesturing towards the large groups of teenagers surrounding the table that they were sitting at. She shrugged her shoulders casually, not really worried about it. She had to get used to the loud crowded areas. That was just a part of life.

Robin arched an eyebrow as he started talking about the lunch room. It didn't seem like a big deal to her. Wherever she ate lunch made little different to Robin. After all, it wasn't like she was attached to the scenery of the lunchroom. She smirked slightly. When she was in a particularly good mood, she could joke about her lack of eye sight. It was just when she was feeling insecure that she couldn't handle it. "That's cool, I'd love to sometime. Otherwise, I'll catch you around town I guess." She smiled softly over at Rie.

The ring of her phone blasted and she jumped slightly. She fumbled slightly before pulling the offending cellphone out of her pocket. She flipped it open and put it by her ear and mouth. A yell came from the phone and she flinched. Her father was not happy. 'You were supposed to be home twenty minutes ago for violin lessons!' Her father ranted. She gritted her teeth. Violin wasn't her favorite instrument, but when she hooked it up to a sound system and did it electric style it could be a lot of fun. But her father always made her do the long torture filled classics. She despised her violin lessons. "Sorry, I'll be there soon..." She mumbled in apology, before putting her phone away. She turned her head towards Rie. "Um... listen, I have to go. Father's demands." She offered an apologetic smile and shrugged one shoulder. "Like I said, maybe, and hopefully, I'll see you around?" She got up, and grabbed her tray and the leash that was clipped to Retro's collar. Retro led her through the cafeteria with ease, she dumped her tray and turned around briefly and sent a wave in the direction of the table she'd just left. Turning she walked through the cafeteria doors, a smile on her lips.[/color]

Tagged ! rie vernon schrute
Music ! Before It's Too Late - Goo Goo Dolls
Word Count ! 779
Notes ! Mkay, just wrapping the post up ^-^.
Credit ! emmaleahlove at CAUTION 2.0 made the template. Don't steal please or take this credit off.

[rie vernon schrute]

no captain yet

believe you me

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The atmosphere was as rowdy as ever, but Rie wasn’t paying so much attention to what others were doing now. He was trying to focus himself, to rid himself of his other senses, like how Robin had been rid of one of hers. Of course, he was doing this voluntarily. The sound factor, it was what bothered him the most. He had a sensitive sense of hearing maybe… but it was sounds that he remembered the most, the best. The sound of his mother’s laugh, the sound of her cooing lullabies into his ears, his sisters’ ears… Taylor and Whitley at least… the sound of dad’s hand… falling… a muffled pop… a cry. He frowned, his eyes turning toward the ground. He never wanted to be remembered in the way his father was remembered by him. Someone who changed so drastically for the worse. Even with the death of his mother- his father’s wife, on his dad’s shoulders… it just wasn’t an excuse for him to become… a monster. Rie liked his way much better. He’d decided to be cold if he wanted to when he wanted like he wanted to now and forever. He wasn’t going to change, at least he would be consistent.

His breathing deepened unconsciously, the sound of his father’s hand… reverberating in his skull. Robin’s laugh ripped through the thud. He his eyes flickered up toward her. He nodded. He really needed to stop that, he thought. Around her at least.

”Yeah, I would guess not. You have really amazing concentration then, though.” A small compliment; he should have held it back. He needed to stop. But he was so used to it.

When she said she would love to hang out outside of the lunchroom, maybe even in town, he knew what was going to happen. He was going to kiss her; it was only a matter of time now. It was possible that she would shoot him down- but really, how possible was that? Kissing didn’t pass STDs, she couldn’t get pregnant, there really wasn’t anything that important in a kiss; at least, no kiss he’d had yet. He figured they’d hang out a couple times in class, eventually outside of school altogether… all it took was one perfect line. He’d reach over, cup her cheek in his hand…

Stop. Rie opened his mouth to speak. ”Sounds really good. I’m looking forward to it.” Then someone called Robin, and Rie shifted back to his original seat, where he put his head in his hands and took a few deep breaths, soft ones- silent ones. He needed to pull his cocky self together. He was so used to jumping on impulses, now he needed to hold himself back and it seemed almost impossible. How could he talk to Robin for these few minutes and already think about kissing her? Well, because he’d kissed a girl after less talk than they’d had already, that was why. But Robin wasn’t some drunk slut at a late night party.

Calm yourself Rie. Think of something else. The wall, the wall! Robin mentioned being somewhere soon and he felt some relief. He needed to be away from her, though he wanted to be close. ”Right,” he smiled. And he watched her, sucking in his breath as he did so. She walked pretty well for a blind girl. And Rie couldn’t help but notice, she was smiling. Oh Rie, he thought, you’ve done it again. What’ve you gotten yourself into?

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THREAD; CLOSED.

post; done.
tag; robin courtney james.
words; 581.
graphics; squishy.
lyrics; all time low.
notes; yayyy. ;3


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