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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 9, 2012 23:29:19 GMT -5
out of sight and out of mind , *make everything alright SO LET THE SEA AND SKY COLLIDE { Just not in o u r lifetime } Another day, another argument. It was always the same thing over and over, but for one particular child it seemed logical. A hope that one day the answer would change. That things could go back to the way they were. Why did life have to go in such a different direction? "You'll understand when you're older Lark," Frank said, trying to keep his cool despite his anger issues. Lark was only eight. Just a child. To tell one so young that they would understand as they aged would only fall on deaf ears; children hardly ever focused on growing up. They focused on the now. Lark stood there in the kitchen, glaring at her parents, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "I don't want to wait, I want to know now! I detherve an explanation!" Small, angry, and stubborn. Frank sighed and rubbed his eyes, Paula sitting on the other side of the table looking rather helpless. She had given up arguing with the girl a long while back, but her husband was unwilling to relent. Fire elements tended to be that way. Lark had no idea what she was to become. "No, L. You'll have to wait. If you can't stop this nonsense you're going to your room." The young girl narrowed her eyes and let out a small snarl. "No! You can't tell me what to do! I'm eight yearth old! I'm old enough to make my own damn dethisions!"
Enough had been enough. Before Lark could even protest, her father pushed out of his chair, picked her up and set her inside of the bedroom door. He was not happy. "You say that word again and I'll wash your mouth out with soap. Now go sit on your bed and think about what you did. No park today." Frank slammed the door, Lark standing there staring after him. What the hell... Her lower lip quivered a bit, not out of sadness, but anger. What did parents know anyway? A bunch of tall kids that thought they owned the world. Lark was having none of that, so after sitting on the bed for about five minutes she decided to retaliate. Always out to make a statement. Quietly she lifted the window and slipped outside; fortunately they lived in a one-story house so this was no big feat for the girl. Stuffing her hands into her mesh short pockets, Lark marched off towards the park. She was going to go to the park today, whether her parents approved of it or not. A few people she passed by did give her strange looks, wondering what a young child was doing wandering down the sidewalk with such confidence, but none really seemed interested in asking where mommy and daddy were. Humans were really strange creatures to be sure. With her small stride it took quite a bit longer to reach her destination, but once she did the girl took off towards the swings. Oh, how Lark loved the swings.
Lark settled herself into the plastic seat and pushed herself back enough to gain momentum when she lifted her feet. The swing moved forward, then backward, her legs swinging with the rhythm to keep her moving. The smile replaced the scowl, and soon Lark was in a rather content state of mind. "Hey, shrimp!" The girl caught wind of this comment and turned her gaze to see an older boy approaching her, looking rather displeased. She was not quite sure if he was talking to her, so merely went back to what she was doing. Obviously he had other plans. "I said, hey shrimp! You deaf or somethin'?" He grabbed hold of the swing chains, stopping her from moving any further. She nearly fell out of her seat. Lark looked up at him with dark eyes, looking rather confused but unhappy that this kid stopped her from having fun. "I'm thwinging here. So thcrew off." A smile broke out on his face, clearly amused by something. Lark scowled. "What?" She demanded. He started to laugh before he pushed her out of the swing, causing the girl to fall backwards onto her back. "I want this swing. The other one isn't any good." Wincing from the fall, Lark pushed herself up and balled her tiny hands into fists, staring up at him. Unafraid, agitated. A moment later she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and saw two more boys approaching the swing set. The boy called them over, all three watching Lark. "Give me my thwing back you ath holes!"
After a moment, all three of them burst into a fit of laughter. One of the ones standing went over and grabbed her by the shirt. "Aww...look she's handicapped! Little shit can't even say the word shit without sounding like a dumbass." He picked her up slightly; Lark was now on her tip toes, tears of anger burning in her eyes. "Say 'shit'! I'm sure that it'll sound oh-so-threatening!" Before Lark could even protest, he threw her onto the ground and continued to laugh. She scraped her elbow in the fall, and was covered in dirt. It took her a moment to push herself to stand again, and once she found her feet the boy pushed her over again. Lark was now afraid to speak out, to say anything. No matter how strong she wanted to be, they obviously did not deem her a threat. Her words made them laugh, made them taunt her. It hurt more than she let on. Maybe coming to the park today was a bad idea... Frank and Paula were not there to intervene, to tell the boys to leave her alone. She was by herself in this one, and had no way of telling them to back off without only making the situation worse.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Apr 10, 2012 6:54:03 GMT -5
He hadn't meant to push his brother down the stairs. They'd been fighting, arguing as usual, and Joshua had meant to shove him against the wall to get him back for ripping up the book he'd been reading. That was all. How was it his fault that Bryce had lost his footing and fell part of the way down the stairs? Now his brother was crying, getting the injury looked at by Donovan, and Joshua was standing defiant under his mother's hot blue glare. "You're lucky Bryce didn't need to be hospitalized! Do you realize how much trouble you're in?" Truth be told, Josh felt kinda bad for pushing Bryce down like that. I never meant to hurt him. Hurt him, yeah, but not that bad. Just rough him up a little. Like the gang always said. 'We're not gonna really hurt 'em, just rough 'em up a bit.' With his mother screaming at him, though, acting as if this was all entirely his fault, his temper flared as usual. "He was asking for it!" Joshua actually stomped his foot in frustration, a childish thing to do but a knee-jerk reaction in his rage. He folded his arms over his chest and lifted his chin defiantly. "He was messing with my stuff again!" Patricia looked livid as she scowled down at him. "So you decided you'd break his arm? His neck? Christ's sakes, Joshua, I don't know what to do with you sometimes!" Joshua's lip quivered and he tried his best to look tough. "I wasn't trying to break anything!" The sharp bark of laughter from his mother was hardly reassuring. "That doesn't give you the right!" Donovan came in then, Bryce padding at his heels, and Patricia left her husband to deal with Josh as she ushered Bryce into another room.
Where he'd stood firm and frowned at his mother, the small boy of eleven quailed under his father's dark glare. Donovan did not have to say anything and Joshua knew just how furious he was. It was in his face, his eyes, the way he stood. "You're grounded. Go to your room." The word grounded made him flinch. He didn't want to be grounded, that meant they'd take away his books and they'd make him stay in his room the whole day. They'd lock both the doors from the outside and only open them at meal times. He had a bathroom in his room so he couldn't even get out for that. Josh made the mistake of shaking his head and the next thing he knew was a sharp pain in his jaw, his cheek, the entire right side of his face. He staggered with the blow and let out a soft whimper. His lip trembled again but this time the rest of him trembled, too. Donovan's iron grip enclosed his wrist, trapping him there. "Are you challenging me, Joshua?" His mother didn't scare him but his father terrified him. His eyes felt hot as tears threatened to spill over. He found it even hard to swallow as he trembled and shook, head moving back and forth frantically. "N-N-No, Dad, I-I just—" He broke off and flinched instinctively as Donovan's scowl deepened. "I-I'm sorry! P-Please, just let g-go of me." His words shook and cracked as they stammered past his lips. To his surprise, his father released his grip. "Apologise to your brother." When Joshua looked as if he might argue, Donovan narrowed his eyes. "Go." And he went, of course, because arguing further would only make things worse.
Bryce was no longer crying when Joshua entered the dining room where he was sitting, though the redness in his eyes and the tracks down his cheeks were indication enough. The lump on his forehead was ugly and purple-black, the scowl on his face immense. "Dad says I might have a con... concu...cushion." He struggled with the word as if unsure of its meaning, though his voice was not soft and shy but angry and accusing. "It's concussion," Josh corrected quietly. "It's what happens when you hit your head too hard." Concussions were bad, could even be fatal. Fatal meant you passed away, they buried you in the ground and you weren't coming back. Fatal meant death and even Bryce would know what that meant. Uncomfortably, reluctantly, Joshua mumbled, "I'm sorry." It wasn't just his fault. Why didn't Bryce have to apologise? Why was it always him that got into trouble? Bryce looked almost gleeful as he said, "Dad hit you again, didn't he?" The red mark on Josh's face was clear indication. "It's not fair! Why is it always me they blame? You hit me first!" When he'd tried to tug the book out of Bryce's grip, the boy had punched him and ran. Wasn't Josh's fault he ran for the stairs. Josh felt the tears again, angry and hot. He hated crying. Dad would call him a baby, crying was what little girls and babies did. Bryce smirked at him and Josh wanted to hit him again, but he didn't. "You're older than me, you should know better." The words were mocking, for weren't they the ones Trish always used? "Shut up!" Josh demanded, slamming a clenched fist on the table and making the objects on it jump.
Donovan entered the room at the sound and Josh immediately ducked his head, submissive and frightened. "Go to your room." When he'd said it earlier, Josh had refused. Now he couldn't have left fast enough. "Going!" Five minutes in the room was enough for him to get bored, though, and though he kicked at the door and yelled for his parents to open it, no one responded. Dinner wasn't for a few hours and he doubted he would get food anyway. Withholding meals often went hand-in-hand with being grounded. So instead of being a good boy and thinking about what he'd done, Joshua smashed the pane of glass beside the balcony door and deftly unlocked it, creating a long but shallow graze on his forearm as he did so. It stung like a papercut and he went back inside to run it under the water a minute before he snuck out onto the balcony and jumped down onto the one that wrapped around part of the second floor. He snuck in through his sister's room (she was just a little kid, she wouldn't understand) and before long he found himself in the park, a favourite haunt of his. He also found himself face to face with a bunch of bullies picking on some girl. Truth be told, Josh had wanted the swing for himself, but it angered him that they were being so mean to her to get it. It felt like how his parents always took his brothers side and there was nothing Josh could do. "Hey!" he said defiantly, bravely, and the boy of eleven probably didn't look too intimidating with his grazed arm and bruised cheek. "She can't help it if she talks like that, leave'r alone!" He marched right up to one of the boys and shoved him, hard, ignoring the fact that his own arm was still bleeding slightly. Not much, but enough to be noticed. "You okay?" He wasn't usually the type to stick up for other people but he was so sick of being ganged up on lately.
[had way too much fun with this sorryforthelength]
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 10, 2012 14:42:44 GMT -5
out of sight and out of mind , *make everything alright SO LET THE SEA AND SKY COLLIDE { Just not in o u r lifetime } Lark's lower lip was still trembling as she looked up at the boys who were laughing and teasing her for something completely out of her control. So she had a lisp? Why was it worth taunting an innocent little girl, just to get a swing? A stray tear fell down her face as she sat up a little more, making another attempt to stand up before the boy who pushed her knelt down and stared her straight in the face. "What? Not gonna say anything now? Mommy and daddy not here to stand up for you? Obviously you can't do much for yourself." He pressed a palm to Lark's forehead and pushed her head back slightly before emitting another sadistic laugh and standing back up to full height. Just as Lark tried to find herself the right words to say, another voice called out towards her and the group. She flinched. Another one? Please don't tell me there's another one. The girl was only eight, and these boys were definitely quite a bit older. Even the one approaching them was at least taller than she was. Lark's assailant glared at the boy approaching them. "Who cares if she can or not? I don't have to leave her alone if I don't want to. It's none of your damn business."
The new boy shoved the other, pushed him back quite a few feet but did not cause him to fall. Lark looked up at him with wide eyes, the small tears still lingering on her cheeks. Quickly, at his question, Lark wiped away the tears. "I'm...I'm f-fine..." Once she felt confident the boy could not push her down again, she stood up and tried to brush the dirt off of her clothes. There was no hiding where she had been now, and going home was going to set her into a heap of trouble. She took notice that her helper did not look to be in the best of shape, but did not ask questions. The boy on the swing stood up and walked around it, coming close to Joshua's face with a dark sneer. "Protecting your little girlfriend? Sister? Charity case? Pathetic." He pushed Josh backwards and stepped up to him again, the other two boys standing behind him with their arms crossed and looking oh so proud. One of them grabbed Lark around the neck in a half choke-hold, keeping her there. "What are you gonna do now kid? You gonna actually fight for this little bitch?" He started to laugh, the other two chiming in like copy cats. Echoes. Mirrored images of the douche bag standing before them.
Growing furious, Lark used her small size to maneuver her head, ducking her chin below the boys' arm and biting down. Hard. He yelped and let her go, blood oozing from the mark in his skin. Her tiny fists clenched together tightly as she made a run for the boy staring down her rescuer, kicking him in the shin. He of course hardly moved, but it was enough to stun him. "Back off douche bag!" Lark exclaimed, stepping back after the initial hit and standing near Josh. She looked over at him, scanned him up and down with a penetrating gaze. Even when she was little, Lark had a fairly intense stare, though this time it was not out of anger but curiosity. "Thankths," She said, shrugging her shoulders. She was never good at thanking someone for their help, but the boy was trying to protect her. Not many people did that. Angry that some little kid took a kick to his shin, the boy walked over to Lark and put his foot against her torso, shoving her back with a good push. She fell awkwardly and hurt her already scraped up arm, her shoulder aching and burning as though it were on fire. Lark started to cry. The boy laughed. "Weak! You stupid little girl." He turned and looked at Josh, smirking. "Come on kid, help us out. She's not worth protecting."
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Apr 11, 2012 7:12:01 GMT -5
He knew all about bullies. Joshua remembered things going missing from his school stuff, being pushed down on the playground, getting surrounded by older kids that he didn't stand a chance against. He remembered shivering on the edge of the dock as three boys from his class bore down on him, threw him into the lake. "How'd you like to go for a little swim?" He couldn't swim, though, and he remembered shuddering in the dining room with a towel wrapped around him and tears joining the water that streamed down his face. Yes, he knew all about being pushed around. At the same time, he normally would not have interfered with the situation. He had no connection to Lark, no knowledge of her identity. It was hardly on his conscious if they pushed her around because, "I didn't ask them to do it." Today was different. He was sick of being ganged up on and seeing someone else in the same situation was the last straw. "I'm making it my business." It sounded lame as he scowled at them and crossed his arms but he was dead serious. These guys were a year or so older than him and there was more than one but Josh was as fearless as he was stubborn. Reckless, stupid, there were too many words for it. "Picking on girls because you can't fight worth shit, huh?" Not that all girls were shit at fighting. No, there was a girl in his class that had really hurt him, once. A group of guys could dwarf a single kid, though.
Though he saw crying as weak when he was the one shedding tears, Josh barely thought on it when he noticed the tracks running down her cheeks. He did not see her as a weakling or a baby but if he'd been in her place he'd surely be berating himself. Josh was a little alarmed by the close proximity the other boy got to him but he tried not to let it show on his face. I'm tough, I'm strong, I'll show them how good I am. The words made him shake his head. "She's not my girlfriend!" Why did everyone have to make assumptions like that? God, it was so frustrating. He didn't need a girlfriend. He'd kissed a girl at a party and it had kind of freaked him out since he had no idea what he was doing and she was drunk. It hadn't been very pleasant. The fact that the other boy was older and taller than him put Josh at a disadvantage and he stumbled back when he was pushed, falling over onto his ass. It hurt quite a bit but he clenched his jaw, stiffened himself against the pain. I'm not gonna cry like a little kid, I won't. He stood back up, palms scraped and sore, and squared his shoulders in brave stupidity. "You don't scare me!"
Though his words were strong, Joshua found himself hesitating when they put the girl in a chokehold and practically dared him to fight the three of them to protect her. This is why I never get involved. He didn't want to end up beaten into a pulp and tossed into a dumpster. That was the kind of thing the gang would do to anyone they beat up. They'd taught him how to fight but he was a little worried about going up against the three of them. He was headstrong but he had a feeling it would be better if he left them to their own devices. It was in his moment of doubt that Lark acted, biting her assailant, and he blinked back at her when she kicked the boy in the shin and rejoined him. I should get out of here, but... She thanked him, then, and it was an odd feeling in his chest. Something like pride. Someone was glad for his help. It made him feel better about the situation. "No problem." His own colourless eyes were searching, intense and intelligent, but they turned back to the group after only a brief pause. Never turn your back on the enemy. The enemy decided to pick on Lark again at that, kicking her down and... oh, god, she was crying again. He didn't do well when people cried. He was never sure what to say or do when a person got emotional around him. So instead of comforting her, he marched right up to the 'leader' of the group and punched him as hard as he could. "What the fuck'd you do that for?"
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 11, 2012 17:05:48 GMT -5
out of sight and out of mind , *make everything alright SO LET THE SEA AND SKY COLLIDE { Just not in o u r lifetime } "I'm not picking on anybody," The oldest boy said, flaring his nostrils. "I wanted that swing, and she had it, so I took it." The logic was twisted and mangled, subtracting the fact that he called Lark names and pushed her down multiple times. Typical bully, trying to justify their actions even when they themselves knew it made absolutely no sense. The boy laughed and Joshua's retort, clearly not believing anything he had to say on the matter. Did they ever really listen? "You're awfully defensive about it. I guess he's just in denial." He glanced back at his two friends, who nodded and agreed almost immediately. Lark was not sure how to respond to any of this now, not fully comprehending some of their comments. She was only eight, after all. The word girlfriend did not even register in her mind the same way it had with the boys standing around her, and was confused as to how it was such an upsetting word. Oh well, there would be plenty of time to figure that out later. For now, Lark could only watch as the boy shoved Josh onto the ground, his retort bringing a spring of surprise to her facial expression. She did not admire many people, because most of them honestly were not worth the time, but Joshua actually had balls. I'm sitting here crying and he's standing up to them.
That was why, when the boy placed her in the choke hold and the other threatened Josh, Lark took action. She refused to be the damsel in distress, and wanted to at least come out of this somewhat on top. Sure, Lark knew she could not do it entirely on her own, but better than standing there and letting him do all of the work. The boy had other plans and shoved her roughly against the ground with his foot, calling her weak and attempting to get Josh to join his side. Lark sat up slowly and held her arm, sniffling and trying to push the tears away. The boy received a good punch to the gut, causing him to double over in pain. The other two stepped back once and watched. "What the fuck kid?! You would have done the same, wouldn't you? Acting like you are some sort of hero. You made a mistake punching me..." He growled and stood up, still winching from the force of the blow before raising his own fist against Joshua and taking a swing. It was a haymaker, very loose and wide and not well coordinated. A basic punch maneuver used by anyone who thought they could make the upper hand due to size or age difference. Used when angry. Lark, seeing this, allowed her anger to take over once more, the adrenaline helping her to ignore the burn in her arm. "Hey, dick fathce!" She called out, clenching her fists, narrowing her eyes. "Don't fuckin' touch him again." Lark retained the words used by the boys, enjoying using the foul language they did. Made her feel tough.
The boy laughed, only fueling the fire. Lark growled and let out some sort of yell, running straight for the boy with her good shoulder and ramming him in the stomach. He staggered back and landed on the ground completely stunned. She looked at him with a malicious gleam in her eyes. "I thaid, don't. fuckin'. touch him. again." Lark warned darkly, glancing back at Josh briefly with a half smile. Had she been alone the girl might have just left well enough alone, to let the boys take the swing and allow them to pick on her. Size made a difference. She was young, but not incredibly stupid. With Josh there she felt confident. She had back up. "You stupid bitch," The boy growled, wiping the dirt off of his clothes for a moment before making an attempt to stand. "I thought I already put you down. Next punch you won't be getting up, I can promise you that. After I deal with your stupid hero." The threat sounded real, but Lark did not back down. The boys standing behind him looked uncertain, not quite sure how to respond or what to do. The followers were always blind and never seemed able to make a move on their own without the leader's consent. Mindless fools. "Bring it on," Lark challenged with a faint growl in her throat.
[Feel free to have Josh beat the shit out of him or something...and then have the parents take the boys home, or at least break it up. However you wanna do it. <3]
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Apr 12, 2012 2:26:42 GMT -5
Bullies always talked like they were in the right, like their word was law and everyone else had to shut up and listen. He hated that, the fact that no sense could be talked into them. His own brother was of the stubbornly opinionated sort and Josh tried not to be that way for that exact reason. He was stubborn, yes, and he stuck up for his own opinions, but bullies were different. Their opinions didn't make any sense and he liked it when things made sense. "Am not." The words were a snarl. They didn't know anything about him, why was it any of their business what Lark was to him? He could have insisted that she was just some stupid kid that he was helping out of general frustration but he held back, partially because that wasn't how he actually felt about her. She could stick up for herself and he admired that. He was still kind of small for his age and it made him self-conscious but he remembered how much worse it had been when he was shorter than even the girls in his class. They'd called him a midget and pushed him around, some of the guys had even suggested that he might be a girl in disguise or something. There wasn't anything wrong with girls save for the fact that he wasn't one and it hurt. So the fact that Lark was fierce enough to defend herself was nice. He wasn't on his own here. If she'd simply sat there and cried he probably wouldn't have stuck around because Joshua always put himself before other people.
He lifted his chin in defiance when the boy snapped at him, a furious glint in his gray eyes. "What's the matter?" he asked, sneering. "Did it hurt, you little pussy bitch?" He wasn't even sure why the insult was so offensive to people but the gang used it a lot and if they said it, it must have been pretty bad. It probably wasn't a good idea to incense the already angry boy further but Joshua was pissed off himself and that damaged his rationality. His eyes widened when the boy swung a punch but his reflexes kicked in and he ducked and side-stepped out of the way. "Missed me, sucker!" He was actually starting to enjoy this a little now. He knew he'd have been in a lot more trouble if the group as a whole were to converge upon him but thankfully the middle boy's lackeys seemed to be more concerned with watching the fight than being active participants. "You call that a punch? My grandma hits better than you!" Marie was dead and Grandma Willy wasn't a fighter but that didn't matter. He was trying to taunt them, he didn't care if it was very accurate. Besides, what did they know about him? He backed off a few paces to put distance between himself and the group but he still tried to stick close enough to Lark that they couldn't take advantage of her smaller size again.
He returned the half-smile with a twitch of his own lips. "You're kinda tough, kid." It was a compliment, calling her 'kid' because he didn't know what her name was. It was something the gang had said to him once, those exact words. They didn't know his name, either. He didn't tell them because he didn't think they'd care. Kid worked for him. It was like a nickname, one that he was proud of because they called him it. He didn't quite like being called a hero, he wasn't trying to save the day, but he certainly wasn't going to run away like a sissy coward when the older boy was insistent about taking him on. "I can take ya, she won't need to fight." He lifted his chin, stepped forward, and threw a few punches in quick succession. "Feint 'em, kid, make 'em think you're hitting from the opposite direction so they try to block and leave their other side open." So that was what he did. He feinted right, faked a left punch twice, then followed with a swift uppercut to the jaw. Joshua then aimed another punch, lower than the gut, aiming for that cheap shot that no guy wanted in a fight. Down and out immediately in that case. He hoped that the hit to the jaw would be enough to distract the boy so that he didn't see it coming and block. Breathing hard but smirking, feeling cocky, Josh stepped back a bit. "Anyone else wanna go?"
[Parents can come in your post if they don't leave?]
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 12, 2012 23:20:49 GMT -5
out of sight and out of mind , *make everything alright SO LET THE SEA AND SKY COLLIDE { Just not in o u r lifetime } Defiance was something built into kids. They liked to prove how tough they could be, what sorts of points they could make without getting into too much trouble (depending upon who you were), and to think they were smarter than someone else, mostly their parents. It was why they made stupid decisions or misguided choices, because they refused to listen to reason. The boy lifted himself to full height and glowered at Joshua, clearly feeling the defiance someone in his position would. "What did you call me, you worthless cunt?" He retorted hotly, snarling. The pain was still evident in his eyes, but he refused to back down. That was simply not the bully way. They were there to make a point, and were confident enough in themselves that they felt it could be made. Lark listened, watched, and retained their words. She was already growing weary of being picked on and saw that this was a good way to solve her problems. To fight it out. To prove her worth. To be strong, intimidating, relentless. She had a temper, and that would certainly help move things along. When she saw Joshua dodge the punch and taunt the boy, Lark smirked. She wanted to learn how to fight. Maybe he'll teach me.
"When I get you on the ground you'll wish you'd never stepped in!" The boy replied, clenching his fists for another barrage of attacks. That was, until Lark barreled him over and left him stunned on the ground. With her size it was about all she could do, but it was effective enough for now. Lark looked at Josh with a flash of pride and a smirk, her dark eyes glinting. "You're pretty tough yourthelf," She replied, refraining from introducing herself just yet. They were in the middle of fighting someone at the moment; exchanging a greeting would be a bit ill-timed. The boy also lifted his chin proudly, balling his fingers into tight fists. Lark glanced at Josh, a brief scowl crossing her features. But I want to fight. She knew that if she jumped in by herself that things would take a serious turn for the worst, so did not speak up on this. Instead, she watched with a dark smile as the boy took the blows made by Josh, grunting and unable to return any of the attacks. He lifted an arm to block the punch to his jaw, but in doing so he left the rest of his body wide open. The low blow brought the boy to his knees, eyes watering and spilling over with tears before collapsing on the ground. "Fuck you! You're a cheap fighter you piece of shit!" The two boys behind him glanced at one another and took a few steps back, clearly not interested in taking Joshua's challenge.
Lark tossed her chin up and took a step towards the two boys, who took another step back as she moved. A smirk twitched on her lips. That was satisfying. "Get the fuck outta here," Lark demanded. Seeing that their leader was on the ground writhing in pain, they took that as their cue to leave and took off in the direction from whence they came. Lark glared at the boy on the ground and kicked him in the side for good measure, a faint grunt passing his lips from the impact. "I think you should too, if you're thmart." It took him a minute or two to find himself in a position to get up and leave, but he did like a dog with his tail between his legs. Lark wiped at her face a little bit, the previous tears having been dried on her skin and leaving it tight and irritating. Once the boys were out of sight she turned to Josh. Her arm still hurt like hell but she managed to place her hands on her hips and assess him fully now that they were out of danger. "Th' nameths Lark. Who're you?" Lark liked this kid. He was ballsy. He did not have to stick up for her or enter the fight, but he did, and no one had done that for her before. That was a big deal. "And you thshould teach me how to fight like that. I'm tired of people picking on me." A faint frown tugged at her lips, but it was brief.
[Yep, Lark is telling me this is where she found she loved to say the word 'fuck'. Aahahaha.]
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Apr 13, 2012 9:10:49 GMT -5
Clearly his insult had been effective enough in pissing the leader of their group off, for the boy came back spitting venom of his own. Joshua narrowed his eyes, smirked at him. He was feeling pretty cocky. The gang would be proud of him for this, he bet, beating up on a guy that was older than him. They usually attacked as a group to make sure that they came away with the upper hand and here he was fighting two-on-three. "Said you're a pussy bitch," Joshua repeated, gray eyes glittering coldly as he enunciated the words like he was talking to someone slow. "Are you deaf, too?" He knew the boy had heard him perfectly fine but he couldn't help stacking the insults, infuriating him more. If you talked tough, you felt tough, and it was certainly working for him right now. The threats of the older boy were kind of frightening but Joshua was in the mood for fighting now, rationality had slowly drained away. Where there had been doubts about the fighting before there were none now. "Who says you're getting me on the ground?" He gestured with his hand as if to beckon the other boy forward. "Come fight me, then!" If all three of them took him up on his offer Joshua acknowledged the fact that he'd be royally screwed but they were wimps from what he could tell. It was a good thing, too. This would have been easier if he had the guys to back him.
Joshua knew how much it hurt to take a shot to the nuts, it often took several minutes to recover from the crippling agony and it was a miracle if you could remain standing to do so. He also knew how cheap it was to make a hit like that, especially since he was male himself, but he didn't give a shit. "Calling me cheap when it takes three of you to pick on a girl?" He wasn't insulting Lark by including her gender, merely mocking his opponents with his words as usual. He was still breathing heavily from the excitement of the fight and there was a light sheen of sweat on his brow but he was smirking as he faced the other two. "That's right, run away, cowards!" The fight had left him with a feeling of power, exhilaration. He was somebody when he could dish out a beating. The only difference was that he didn't usually start the fights. He'd help his friends start them if they suggested it but he was almost docile when he was on his own. There was no reason for pointless conflict. He watched them leave, their leader, too, and when they were gone he relaxed the tension in his shoulders and exhaled. I'm okay. He was actually a bit surprised he was mostly unscathed, hurt but not in dire straights. We're okay, he corrected, remembering the girl and turning his attention toward her with a twitch of his lips that could almost be considered a friendly gesture.
He cocked his head slightly when she introduced herself as if he was thinking about something. "Lark," he repeated. "Like the bird, yeah?" He wasn't sure where he'd picked up on the fact that a lark was a sort of bird but it was no doubt in some book or another. He read a lot of books. If he came across something unfamiliar then he asked his parents, looked it up on the internet, or else simply read around the passage to try and piece it together. He was really smart for his age and he took pride in that. It was one of the few things he was truly good at, figuring things out. "Josh." One word, his name, spoken with confidence and accompanied by a proud smirk. He was flying high today, feeling enthralled. He'd practically forgotten all about the fact that he'd need to go home later and somehow explain to his parents how the door had broken and he'd cut up his arm. His father would murder him. He decided he was not going home right away. He was a little surprised when the girl asked him to teach her how to fight. He was reminded of the first time he'd gaped in awe and admiration when the gang put down an enemy of theirs without much effort. ("How'd you even do that? Can you show me?") And here he was now, the position reversed. He nodded. "Sure I can. We can hang out some time and I'll teach you." Would it be like a friendship? He only had one of those outside of the gang, a boy called Devin. I've never had a friend that's a girl before. "Where're your parents at?" he wondered. He didn't say it in the condescending way of someone who thought she was too young to take care of herself but the curious way of someone who was wondering why she was out here alone.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 13, 2012 11:36:21 GMT -5
out of sight and out of mind , *make everything alright SO LET THE SEA AND SKY COLLIDE { Just not in o u r lifetime } Lark's upper lip twitched slightly, but she refrained from commenting on the matter. She hated being called a 'girl', because it normally meant that she was easy to pick on. To tease. "Girls are sissies. They cry about everything." Was something she heard at school a few weeks prior, some boy pushing her around and making fun of her lisp. Joshua obviously did not mean it in a derogatory way as the other boys had; if he did, then he would probably not be protecting her right now. I shouldn't need protecting. I need to do this on my own. Lark wanted to be self sufficient. Her parents and her friends (the few she had) did not need to interfere every time there was trouble. If she could not throw a punch, then she would be screwed. Once the boys took off, their pride completely shattered, Lark felt a rush of strength. Although it required the help of Josh, that did not particularly matter. Next time they came around she would be prepared. There were mental notes being made about weak points and verbal insults, things that were a necessity in winning these things. At least, that's how it seemed to work. Lark did not want to be picked on anymore. It would happen at some point or another she was sure, but the consistency would dwindle into random occasion.
"Yeah, like the bird," Lark confirmed with a nod, still trying to assess him. She was not afraid to keep eye contact with others, not afraid to show she was curious. The girl was quite confident despite her loathing for being picked on. Who would accept that anyway, though? Not many people she knew. "My mom sayths that it was one of her favoriteths, tho she gave the name to me." Being young, she was just babbling away, not really concerned whether Josh cared or not. Not many people talked to her outside of maybe one or two children. The rest were people not out looking for her friendship. No one seemed willing to befriend her. Lark smirked, liking his fire. She did not admire many people at all, but Josh was pushing his way up there. Not only did he protect her, but he was still standing there next to her. "Joth...Jothsh...Jo...ah, fuck it." She sighed, blowing a few strands of her long, dark hair out of her face. "I'm jutht gonna call you J for now. Thave me the fruthstration." Her lisp was very cumbersome at times, but Lark had learned to just cope with it accordingly. Josh did not seem bothered by her speech impediment, so why should she worry either? That was simply a waste of time.
Since moving to the Hollow from Hawaii, Lark had no true friends. Some of them were friendly enough, but none of them made her feel comfortable or safe. She was big on first impressions, the way people initially made her feel. Joshua was a safety zone. His confidence was refreshing, something she needed to keep around. Even young, Lark had a loyalty streak as strong as steel. Lark's eyes lit up, a flash of appreciation that would not be stated aloud. "That would be awethsome," She replied, nodding. "I wanna learn how to do all of it. Blocking, punching...everything." She never really said thank you or please; her lack of manners drove Frank and Paula up the proverbial wall sometimes, but what could they do? Lark was independent and wanted to do things for herself. Saying thank you or please meant relying on another person. Her parents heard it on occasion, out of courtesy. The girl tilted her head, forgetting that she had ran out of the house in the first place. "They're at home," Lark thumbed behind her to gesture in the general direction of her house. "They put me in my room because I thaid 'damn', and thaid I couldn't go to the park today. Tho I brought mythelf." Lark lifted her chin a bit, proud of her 'big girl' decision. "What about you?"
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Apr 13, 2012 12:05:15 GMT -5
He listened with interest as she confirmed his curiosities, actually paying attention to what she said. There was a keen intelligence sparking in his gray eyes, the anger no longer overshadowing it. He had a temper but now that the threat had passed, he was starting to calm down a little. "That's cool. I don't think my parents chose my name for a specific reason." He shrugged, not really minding too much. His name didn't have to have meaning for him to like it. It was a little annoying that it wasn't an uncommon name sometimes, though. He had another Josh in his school that always picked on him and insisted that he'd somehow 'stolen' his name. How was he supposed to defend his parents' decision? "My middle name's like my Dad, though." There was a pride in his voice as he said this, the eleven year old lifting his chin slightly with a glint in his gaze. Despite how Donovan often treated him and how utterly terrified he was of the older man, he also wanted to impress him. The man was his idol, his father, so to have 'Donovan' as his middle name made him feel special in a way. Bryce didn't have anything like that. He watched her as she tried to say his name and his lips twitched when she gave up. "Fine with me." No one called him 'J', it was always Josh or Joshua but he didn't mind if she called him that. Nicknames were a sign of friendship in a way, as long as they weren't derogatory ones. Just like he called his best friend 'Dev' or 'DJ' most of the name.
He was not bothered by the fact that Lark didn't thank him. Though he himself had been raised to say please and thank you, to close his mouth when he was chewing, to hold doors open for strangers, it rarely bugged him when other people were not perfectly courteous. His parents were just weird. They had upper-class friends over a lot and Josh had to behave nicely around them and hang out with their kids even if he hated their guts on the inside. It was annoying but it was a part of his life and he took it in stride. "I'm not an expert but I know what I'm doing at least. My friends taught me." He did not say who those friends were, of course, but he did consider the gang to be his friends. They were good to him and they showed him a lot of things. They'd taught him how to steal things, too, though that was something Josh didn't get the point of. He had plenty of money from his parents, why should he need to take anything without paying for it? Still, he went along with it, because he wanted so badly to impress them. "Just 'cause you said damn? That's stupid. Parents are annoying." He rolled his eyes and looked serious about it. He grinned when she looked proud of herself. "That's the way to do it." Encouraging an eight year old to disobey her parents? Hell, it wouldn't be the worst thing he'd done. He tended to be a bad influence.
Ugh. His parents. He guessed it was only sensible that she'd return the question when he had asked her first, though. He was still mad at them and it showed in the way his gray eyes smouldered for a moment. "I got into a fight with my dumbass little brother so they grounded me." He couldn't remember a time when he was able to speak fondly of Bryce. A lot of his friends made up with their siblings soon after they argued but his brother was never nice to him so why should he be kind-hearted? "I broke the door and snuck out." He smirked, obviously just as proud of himself as Lark was of her own escape, and he held up his arm to show her where he'd cut it on the door. The scratch still stung but he could take it. There was still a dull ache in his jaw, an angry red mark where his father had backhanded him. He didn't tell her about that, though, because he didn't like people to know that his Dad hit him. People got all serious and asked questions. He didn't want his teachers to find out and for someone to report his parents. He hated them sometimes but that didn't mean he wanted to be taken away from his house. "Aren't your parents gonna be pissed when they realised you snuck out? I know mine are but I don't care." Oh he did care but he was acting tough, like all kids tried to do. He talked tough, but he knew he wouldn't be able to back it up when he was faced with the wrath of his father. He tried not to think about it.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 13, 2012 19:34:08 GMT -5
out of sight and out of mind , *make everything alright SO LET THE SEA AND SKY COLLIDE { Just not in o u r lifetime } Larks' eyes lit up a bit in curiosity; she never thought much about names herself, but seeing the pride in Joshua's eyes she figured that having his dad's name was quite important. Lark did not really want anything to do with her parents, at least in regards to her name. Though young, there was a bitterness in her heart after being forced to move to Maple Hollow. The only memory Lark was willing to leave behind was the incident with her surfing instructor. She did not even know that her parents were both elementals, that they hid their powers from her. All she knew was that she rarely got to visit with her grandmother, which only fueled her aggravation. "Thaths cool," Lark replied, looking thoughtful. "Your dad muthst be pretty neat then." It was such a struggle to say what she wanted to say without falling over her words every time she spoke, but Lark tried not to let it get her down. Joshua did not crack a joke, or laugh, or even gave her that weird smile like the other boy did. He even accepted her nickname, though to her it was less of a nickname and more of a means to avoid getting pissed off every time she wanted to get his attention. Lark did not mind his company though, so maybe it was a term of endearment too. "Good, becauthse it'ths really hard to thay."
Obviously due to her age, Lark was not experienced in the ways of fighting. She had been in a few scuffles on the beach during surfing practice when one of the boys would laugh about a face plant in the water, or even picked on her for her lisp, but they were very minor and most of the time her instructors broke it up before anything truly got started. She had to admit that everyone back at home was a lot less judgmental of her speech impediment than people were here. Lark nodded. "Exthpert or not. Anything to teach thothse bathstards at thscool a thing or two. I can't have people protect me every time thomething goeth wrong." She was dependent on her parents for food, shelter, and other basic needs, but that was about the extent of it. She hardly ever hugged them, gave them affection, and even recently avoided saying she loved them. It was harsh, but Lark simply did not feel the way she should about her parents, at least not anymore. She was an angry child now, a bitter child. Some kids could roll with the punches and accept change, but after all of the bullying, the rape attempt, the move, she was tired of it all already. "They are really annoying. I thshould be able to do and thay whatever I damn well pleathse." Part of her understood that parents usually knew what was best, and saying the word 'damn' might have been considered bad for her age, but in the same token Lark could not bring herself to care.
"Oh, you have a brother?" The girl tilted her head. "I don't have any brotherths or thithsterths. I'm kinda glad too." Being the way Lark was, she coped better as an only child. She tried to imagine having a sibling, but in the end she knew that they would only cause her problems. Besides, if they wound up being anything like Lark her parents would have one hell of a sibling rivalry on their hands. The little brunette did not do well with competition. "Nice," Lark commented, smirking as she looked at the cut with admiration. It was strange to see a child relish in breaking the rules to that extent, but she was spiteful towards her own parents so she could relate. "I don't give a shit if they get mad or not. I thtopped caring when we moved to thiths plathce." Lark growled, shaking her head. She cared quite a bit when back in Hawaii. She was aiming to please Frank and Paula, to show them what she was capable of. Life was good. She was actually an affectionate child, and she did love them and they were good to her. Then, everything turned upside down and something inside of the girl seemed to snap. After the rape attempt she became physically distant. She felt bitter, hateful, and cold. One time Lark went so far as to tell her mother to "burn in hell" shortly after they moved here and her first day at school ended in sheer torment. "How old are you anyway? I haven't theen you in thschool." Lark figured he was not incredibly older than she was, but still she was curious.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Apr 14, 2012 15:39:11 GMT -5
He gave an important nod when she commented on his father. Donovan could do no wrong in Joshua's eyes and he would be perfectly content to spread the word of how great the man was. Even if he had left the house because his father had struck him across the face. "He is," the eleven year old said. "He's a doctor." He was proud of his father for being such a significant person. He had decided a few years ago that he wanted to be like that, he wanted to help people and wear a white coat and be called 'Dr. Dale'. The fantasies made him happy. It was supposed to be really tough, he'd researched it online, but he was confident that he could do it. Maybe he'd be able to get into a really good university like McGill. It was in Quebec but he could speak French thanks to his school. "What do your parents do?" Mum was a politician and Josh didn't really understand everything that she dealt with but he got the gist of it. Politics didn't interest him as much as his Dad's career in medicine did. He followed Donovan around a lot, pelted him with questions, snuck into his office and stole the medical journals to read. He had a feeling his Dad noticed when the books suddenly switched places on the shelves but he'd never said anything about it yet. He looked irritated at times when Joshua hounded him with curiosities but he always did his best to answer. Josh respected that a lot. His father knew so much. He was going to be like him some day.
He knew what it was like to be bullied, to feel like you couldn't fight back. When you were cornered on the playground, five against one, there wasn't much you could do. He remembered being pushed into the sand, picked on for his small size, called bookworm and dork. The words didn't phase him now but at six years old, being called a bookworm was high insulting and hurtful. "I'll show you how to kick their asses. Then they'll be the ones getting pushed around, yeah?" His eyes glinted and he gave her a friendly smirk that nevertheless suggested a dark enjoyment at the idea. He was not an extremely sadistic person but he could not pretend he didn't enjoy the idea of beating on people who hurt him. "Yeah," he agreed with her. She was smart for a younger kid, he decided. It seemed like she agreed with a lot of his views and that was cool. Devin was a great guy but it was nice to find someone who was as headstrong and angry as he was. "They swear all the fucking time and then they ground us for doing it. How stupid is that?" His parents didn't often swear at him but when they yelled at each other their words got nasty and cruel. It was scary when his parents yelled at one another because he was always worried that they were going to split up. He knew what divorce was and he didn't want his family to become a broken one.
He nodded. "A sister, too. I like her, though." His eyes gleamed with pride again. He liked being the big brother to his younger-by-seven-years sister. She was only five years old and she was really annoying sometimes but he still valued himself as her protector. His parents were constantly reminding him how important it was to be nice to his siblings. Bryce made that really, really hard. "You're not from Canada? Where'd you come from?" He had noticed that she had an accent but had refrained from asking about it, mostly because he wasn't sure whether it was really an accent or just the way that she talked. It was hard to tell with some people. Joshua had a prominent Canadian accent, enunciating all of his words the way that his fellows did. It was subtle compared to some accents, such as the British or French ones, but it was there. "I'm eleven. I probably don't go to your school 'cause I go to the private school in the city." His parents would only have their children educated at the nicest facility in the Hollow, at least nicest in their opinion. The fact that it was a French immersion was a bonus. "What about you?" She was younger than him, he could tell, but not by too much. She didn't look like a kindergartner, and since he was a sixth grader, so they'd probably have gone to school together if not for his parents' decisions.
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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Apr 15, 2012 16:00:12 GMT -5
out of sight and out of mind , *make everything alright SO LET THE SEA AND SKY COLLIDE { Just not in o u r lifetime } Lark's eyes widened in child-like awe when Joshua mentioned his father being a doctor. That was a really big deal, at least it was to her. She was not a fan of them by any means, being as she was not a big fan of needles (not a fear, just a general dislike), but Lark understood how important they were. "Wow, a doctor? That'ths tho cool! Maybe if I ever get thick, he can be my doctor." The girl pointed at herself with a smile. She had a sturdy immune system and only experienced a few bouts of the flu, so visits to the doctor would probably not be frequent. However having one to go to would be nice. Maybe Frank and Paula would agree to it, assuming they were not going to kill her when she went back home later. "My mom workths at a bank...I dunno which one...and my dad doeths internath...inter...buithsinesth thstuff." Lark grunted and shook her head, clearly frustrated with her inability to say the word 'international'. It was not difficult for most people but with a lisp it felt damn near impossible. Her dad had moved them here from Hawaii for his job, though Frank and Paula both knew that in the end they would wind up in the Hollow. Lark did not know of this though, and only assumed that their move was entirely for Frank's job benefits.
"Yeah!" Lark exclaimed, balling up her tiny fists and bringing her elbows into her sides in a sort of enthused fist pump. She stopped and rubbed her shoulder, which was still throbbing from the fall. She figured even if Frank were upset with her, he would at least look at the injury and assess whether or not she needed to see a doctor. "I can't wait to show them what I'm capable of. That they can't meths with me all the time." The girl nodded, and narrowed her eyes in false anger, as though she were staring at the enemy. Josh was one of the few who had been willing to stick around. Lark heavily admired him, like a younger sibling would their older brother. She shook her head and scoffed a bit, agreeing with the boy. "Yeah. They think they can do whateeeever they want because they are old. Tho thstupid." Lark allowed the anger to ebb away, because she was not angry with Josh. "But oh well. I'll keep doing whatever I want. What'ths the worthst that could happen?" Oh, she knew that bad things could happen. She liked to keep things realistic. Imagination of a child, yes, but she knew that not everything was rainbows and butterflies. She could be grounded, the window barred, the door locked tight. No escape. Frank and Paula may not go to that extreme, but Lark knew they were capable of making it happen if they so wished it. She was not going to tell this to Josh though, because that would mean expressing insecurity and that was not about to happen. She did not know him well enough to do that.
Siblings were something Lark never fully considered. She was young of course, so it did not always cross her mind, but she could tell Josh enjoyed his family for the most part. His brother seemed to bring out a twinge of frustration, but Lark was sure if she had a brother or sister she would act the same way if they got into a fight. "Well at leastht you like one of them," She concluded with a nod, now curious about his younger sister. Lark did not have a lot of friends in general, but did tend to lean more towards the males. It was almost instinctual. "I came from Hawaii, brah." Lark replied, her pride now shining through. She placed her fingers into a 'Y' shape and waggled it back and forth. "I'm a thurfer." She was still a rookie, but considered herself a surfer none the less. She tilted her head. "In Hawaii, your name would be 'Ioku'. The letter 'eths' doesn't exithst in our language." Which was fortunate for her, being as she had her speech impediment. However her parents encouraged her to speak English so she could learn to cope with her problem, which only led to teasing and bullying from the other children. Now, she had no choice but to speak her non-native tongue for the sake of others. "Oh, I thee." Lark nodded, not really knowing what a 'private school' meant, but rolling with it anyway. She did not want to sound stupid by asking him what it was. "I'm eight. I go to the thschool that'ths right down the thstreet from here." She pointed behind Josh to give a general direction. She was kinda hoping he went to the same school, but obviously not.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Apr 15, 2012 18:24:50 GMT -5
His eyes shone with glee when Lark responded well to his gloating about his father, glad that she realised the importance of his occupation. His parents were really rich and really smart and he was proud of his family even though they made him angry sometimes. "Yeah, it's really cool. I'm sure he would, too." Joshua nodded as if to confirm this fact. He might have been intelligent but he did not know how the whole doctor/patient thing worked enough to realise that it wasn't as simple as the two of them were making it sound. Donovan already took care of the family despite such a thing being discouraged by general consensus and so Josh wasn't used to the rules of being a patient. His Dad was his doctor and there was nothing impersonal there. "Business, huh?" He wondered what kind of business her father handled. Patrick was what they called a 'businessman' but all Josh knew about him was that he owned his own company and had a ton of money from it. He'd separated his own fortune from that of his family and now lived alone. Josh didn't like him very much. His grandfather was subtly cruel to him whenever he came around. "My mom works in politics." He didn't have much to say about it other than that but his mother's job was cool, he guessed. "She talks to a whole lot of people." She always had connections that got her what she wanted. It fascinated him in a way, like pulling strings on puppets, but he much preferred his father's line of work.
Joshua frowned thoughtfully and then nodded. "One outta two isn't bad," he agreed. He loved Annabel a whole lot when she wasn't crying or otherwise trying to force him to do something for her. She was only four years old so she didn't understand things the same way that he did. How was he supposed to know that she'd cry if he didn't let her hang out in his room with him, for example? She tended to break things (he knew she didn't mean it, but...) so it annoyed him that his parents always let her get her way. Bryce, too. Sometimes he hated being the oldest. "So you're like... youngest and oldest, right? That's kinda cool." He didn't wish that he was an only child. He liked having something to protect, really, even though he wouldn't admit it outright if you asked him. From a young age Joshua had proved to be fiercely defensive of the things that he cared about. People, objects, animals, anything. He was stubborn and could even get violent if such things were threatened. He blinked when she mentioned Hawaii, seeming amused by the term 'brah'. "A surfer, huh? I don't like sports much." Hell, he couldn't swim, let alone surf. "That's neat, though." He added this mostly to assure her that he didn't think her surfing was dumb just because he didn't know how to play most sports. He'd tried soccer for a while but he'd quite recently. He wasn't good at the whole 'team' thing.
Other languages were really interesting, even though he only knew one so far. To think that your own name changed simply because the language did was mind-blowing. He wasn't sure his own name had a French equivalent. Maybe it did but he'd never cared to learn before. He liked his name the way it was. "I only know French and I think your name's Alouette." It was a pretty name either way, really. He wasn't surprised that they didn't go to school together though he silently realised how much it sucked. None of his friends went to the same school that he did and it got lonely sometimes when he considered it. Still, Joshua was tough and he persevered through his lack of friends. His brother was the 'cool' kid at their school, big groups of friends and all that, but Josh made his own way. Where he wasn't sociable, he was smart, and so his teachers liked him even if his fellow students weren't fans. Joshua's phone went off in his pocket and he started with surprise, playing it off easily enough. He wasn't jumpy but since his family were the only ones he talked to on the phone, he knew it had to be them. Oh, shit. Sure enough, the home phone displayed on the screen. "Ugh, looks like it's my parents." He sounded disgusted and irritated but on the inside his heart was hammering with fear. They must know I snuck out. I'm screwed! "I'd better go. See you around... Lark." He gave her a brief twitch of his lips and lifted his hand in farewell.
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