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Post by Cicero Schiff on Oct 3, 2014 15:53:35 GMT
"Waaaaaaaaaah... I'm bored," the white-haired teenager claimed as he dangled upside-down from the fire-escape ladder upon an alley by his legs, staring with utter boredom at the path down below. Not a soul passed by there, not one interesting seemed to be walking about like he did. The world seemed so dull to Cicero that day. For some reason a sense of similarity to the white walls and clean white shirts prodded at him. He felt the same without anyone but himself and the two familiar voices in his head that today he felt like ignoring, no TV in sight to keep him entertained and glued to it either. So throwing his hands up - or rather down - he stretched with an oddly satisfied sound despite his demeanor that quickly returned. He himself couldn't even discern what went on through his head.
Blinking, he figured he had enough of that place, deciding to switch to a more populated one in hopes of finding someone interesting to meet and possibly befriend. Friends weren't boring, right? That's why people had them, right? Back in the institution he tried to make some, but the people there were so weird. From the ones that seemed to enjoy walking into a wall over and over again, to the ones that rocked back and forth for no apparent and weren't that talkative. He'd have them any day over the people from school in his past though, those were just mean and hurt him. They were probably gone by now though, or so Cicero believed. From his life they were at least.
Hoisting himself up, he grabbed the ladder, only to unhook his legs from it and just have his legs dangle in the air momentarily, only or him to grin upwards at nothing in particular and letting himself drop down. He had been holding onto the extendable ladder, finding himself landing just a second or two after upon a closed alley garbage container, softening his landing by squatting, his arms stretched out as is having performed a daring feat of gymnastics. "Ta-daaaaah~", he claimed happily, only to roll off the structure and stumble onto the floor feet first. Rubbing his head with a clumsy grin, he simply hopped up straight, only to begin swaying through the alley, humming a random tune that he seemed to concoct at the time.
Though as he continued to try and find the exit from that apparent maze, he found himself frowning more and more, his dopey grin turning upside down. Was he lost? He was pretty sure it wasn't that hard to navigate through that place. Maybe he wasn't going fast enough? He figured that was the reason, simply picking up the pace and going into a frantic sprint so as to try and get out of that place.
Eventually, his random running lead to the exit, surprisingly, the young man smiling once more as he ran twice as fast, hoping to reach a fun place with fun people and fun things to do. As he bolted out of the alley, he felt himself bump into another person that had been passing by unaware of him, crying out "Watchaooooooooout!", before latching onto the other and have them both lose balance, falling on top of her.
He complained from the clash and fall, though as he became aware, he found his face to be among something soft, a sweet scent also reaching him. Blinking, he looked up, finding himself with his face upon the chest of a blonde female that had caught him. Smiling up, he greeted with a calm, yet dopey tone, "Heeeeellooo! Thank you for catching me!" He continued to smile, not budging from that position for some reason. He was just the strangest child ever.
Tag: Samantha Winters
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Cicero - FD3F92
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Post by Samantha Winters on Oct 4, 2014 7:07:05 GMT
Samantha let out a long sigh as she had continued her path towards home. The blond girl had a long day at work, the judge’s schedule ridiculously complicated. Someone insulted her intelligence again and the judge made it all better by threatening to throw the lawyer into jail- but she was pretty sure that wasn’t legal. She adjusted her purse close to her as she moved through the streets. She wasn’t afraid of getting robbed- but she was afraid in general of the big buildings and the…almost ghostlike people. Since the incident there were less people…but something just about the place felt like it was off. She wanted sometimes to be home without all these people. She however took a breath and reminded herself that she was here for Ethan- and she was going to make sure that he had a stable influence in his life. Though…there was a part of her that something lurked in her brother in certain moments. It was a monster without a face- without a name. She let out a low sigh before the female shook her head once more. No, she knew for a fact that she could see it- it had a face, just one exactly like her older brother. She didn’t want to think about it though. She never wanted him to return to that life- so she had to keep an optimistic outlook for him- even if it was hopeless. Her hands gripped at her purse strap a little tighter as she walked under the street lamps. She had gotten off work slightly early- so they weren’t on yet, but she knew it would be evening soon. Blue eyes moved towards the sky before shaking her head and keeping her eyes in front of her. She was completely unaware of the ‘danger’ speeding towards her at an alarming rate until it was screaming and tackled her. She screamed loudly as she was bowled over- and at first it was just the sky above her- before plain bloomed in several different areas in her body and she winced. Samantha didn’t curse- though she certainly wanted to. She knew she was going to have scrapes somewhere. Looking down to the….person? – on her she was baffled to see white hair and…what was it? “Uh….” There was a definite pause as she wasn’t really sure what to do with herself or …it. It was a boy right? He looked a lot younger than her- but…waitwaitwait. She looked down the alley- then to him, before finally having a coherent thought. A homeless boy just tackled her and face planted on her chest. He…had blindingly white hair and had weird markings- like strings- on his lips. “….Uhm.” There was another pause before finally she just went with it. “Yer welcome? Was someone chasing you-? Also can I sit up? Got tackled a bit too hard and got some scratches- you know?” Using her strength she sat up anyways- not caring if the boy toppled- since he would probably just fall on her legs. With one of her hands she touched her elbow where she winced slightly and pulled away her hand- small spots of blood decorating it. Her head hurt- but she knew from experience that she wasn’t injured more than a nice sized bruise. “Uh….so….why were you runnin’ out of that alley? Are ya hurt?” Ethan would probably curse her…well trusting nature, but he looked like a perfectly normal kid! Probably some homeless kid that needed a good smile and a hug. Because that’s what all boys with stiches all over him needed. Not like there was anything actually wrong with situation and that she should be worried about after all. “Yer sure got one good tackle there. Would be good at wrestling.” Oh well…at least her clothes weren’t scraped up. She needed those.
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Post by Cicero Schiff on Oct 8, 2014 15:33:31 GMT
It seemed he had crashed into a female, a very appealing one at that with certain "assets" that made his fall a tad more comfortable. She also smelled really nice, what was that? Berries? He didn't know, all he knew was that he was currently with his head on her chest and if it wasn't for the fast that they had indeed fallen onto the floor, he could say he was quite comfortable. He chuckled brightly, amused and letting her sat up, skidding down before he simply rolled to the side and onto the floor, letting himself lie down upon the floor. He turned to her though, grinning brightly as sunshine, "Sorry big sister! And I was running because I wanted to get out of that maze. But it didn't want me to leave, so I ran as fast as I could until I got out!", he raised his hands up to the sky laughing, before suddenly stopping to give her a smile. She seemed nice, even if they had just met. At least she didn't yell at him or threatened to call either the blue people or the clean white coats.
But when he noticed her wince and her looking at her hand, he couldn't help but frown and push himself up to sit, tugging on the crossed stitches upon the corner of his lip. Was she injured? Was she in pain? Pain was bad and he didn't want her to be in pain because of him... "Did... Did Cicero hurt big sister?... He's very sorry... Does he need to get big sister to the house with the red cross? Cicero is fine, but big sister seems hurt.", he looked concerned at her. It had been a nasty fall and even his own elbow was scratched something noticeable. A small patch of blood had begun to form, but it wasn't like he noticed nor cared at the time as the one that mattered to him was this blonde stranger that he bumped into. She did something nice for him, catching him as otherwise he could've gotten hurt. But she got hurt instead.
He began to look around frantically, as if entering a panicked state because of what he did. He had been bad to someone nice, he was sure to be punished for it, right? Tugging more and more upon the stitches, he seemed to get more anxious until he heard him address him once more, suddenly snapping out of that state. Eyes blinked at her, he smiled calmly after, apparently utterly cured of that state as he brightly replied, "Wrestling? But that is fake, right? Cicero saw it in the TV once and saw right through it he did!", he nodded, proud that he saw through that rouse all on his own. He remained seated upon the floor, looking at her happily as he tilted his head.
"Waaaaaah... Does big sister have anywhere to be? If so she can go! Don't let Cicero make you late if you have an important date!", he nodded to her, hopping up to stand and placing his hand behind his back, leaning frontwards to smile at her. He wouldn't take anymore time from her agenda if she had somewhere to be. That would be very bad of him and he was a good boy.
Tag: Samantha Winters
Notes:
Cicero - FD3F92
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Post by Samantha Winters on Oct 13, 2014 3:54:09 GMT
Samantha wasn’t sure what to make of the boy- but her first idea was not to call the cops or the men in white coats. It just didn’t seem fair to her. He was just a small a boy- he hadn’t exactly done anything wrong. Samantha assured herself of that as she got some more bearings in that head of hers to realize. He seemed a little bit younger than her- but who would let such a small child out alone? She briefly looked around for his parents, hoping there was someone there. However most people passed her and the boy without even looking. It seemed rude… Bright baby blues moved back over to him as he spoke. Maze? Samantha blinked a little. He came out of the alleys so he must have meant that. She felt like she was putting together a puzzle. “Running out of somethin’ like that could be a mite dangerous.” She murmured, but shook her head a little. “I’m glad you got out. Mazes aren’t all ‘at good.” He seemed to understand her perfectly fine- but he was a bit strange- scraggly. Was he homeless? Poor boy probably needed some food. She missed him tugging at the strings on his lips because she would have cringed visibly. “Red cross?” She paused- trying to figure out what that meant- since she guessed he meant white cross for hospital. “Nah, nah, not that bad. Been roughed up worse by some ‘ittle piggies.” Which she had- since tackling a pig was rather stupid if not fun for only two seconds. In fact it made her come back to herself cause she loved that memory. Ain't no little piggies were going to get away from her! She looked over him now, quickly pushing her blond hair behind her ears. “Yer hurt.” She frowned- seeing a few drops from him- but not noticing the bigger wound since it faced away from her. She did actually flinch at him tugging at the strings in his lips because that was…gory. While no blood came out- it wasn’t something that she preferred seeing. However talking to him apparently distracted him enough to stop. Samantha wasn’t sure if it was mean or not to say she was relieved. “Well yah- on the TV and stuff- but not fer the real stuff that ain’t on TV.” She moved to stand- brushing herself off- glad that her hose hadn’t ripped either. Pain in the butt wearing the stuff, but it felt better than having none with the flats she was wearing. “Nah, nah, calm down, just getting’ home myself, honey.” She dusted off her skirt and pulled it to the correct position. “If you don’t got anyone- I wanna least get you a bandage or somethin’.” She paused to stare at him. “Samantha’s the name- yer Cicero right?” She to be honest…still was having a bit of shock with the experience. In fact most things she just ambled through with this shock in her before she came to her more cheerier and perkier self…but this kind of shocked her a bit too much to revert back too quickly.
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Post by Cicero Schiff on Oct 29, 2014 22:03:09 GMT
Her comment about out of something made him ponder for a bit. Would he have been able to get out of that dreadful maze if he had walked instead of running? Maybe, but it just seemed like it wouldn't be just as easy and bolting out of there. Plus he liked to run, it was fun the way he did it. Plus when he was in that institution they didn't exactly condone to that. It was worse than school, he swore. While the orderlies weren't unpleasant or anything, they just seemed to not enjoy the company of those that were sent there, Cicero unable to make friends with them. People usually commented he was nice though, wasn't that enough? Pathos always said that would win people over eventually. Logos on the other hand often voiced out that interactions were irrelevant if they bared no fruit of any kind. Cicero, quite frankly, just saw the best out of every situation. He did always resort to the two companions that apparently would never leave him. The good thing about it was that at least he wouldn't ever be alone.
"Mhm! Big sister understands! It's no fun being lost, except when it's an adventure! An alley isn't one though... It's boring really," he commented as his eyes were directed at the entrance once more. He seemed actually serious for a split second, nails raking the side of his leg slightly. He snapped back to reality when she addressed him though, blinking before smiling. "Waaaaah~. Cicero is glad big sister isn't hurt! He'd be very sad, very sad indeed, if she was. He doesn't want to be a bad boy," he nodded slightly sluggishly, just before he straightened himself up. He smiled to her, unaware of his wounds and not even noticing the wound upon his elbow had already pooled enough blood to form a faint streak that ran down his forearm, most likely still hidden from the other's view. "Cicero isn't hurt, big sister can be sure! Yes, yes! You don't need to worry about him," he grinned, only to add, "Thank you for worrying about Cicero though!" not many actually cared enough, but he was glad this stranger was nice enough to.
Her reply over wrestling seemed to have him ponder for a bit, before he just nodded in agreement to her, shrugging slightly as he commented back, "The TV has many people that lie to you... Especially the people in suits and ties... Cicero wonders why they would do that... But Cicero didn't know there was real wrestling! Sounds fun~," he grinned up at her. The boy wondered if he should ever try it, but it wasn't like he had many friends to do that with and people could get hurt... No wonder the television told him many times to not try it at home. Even if he wasn't there, he figured that extended to outside of it as well? He wasn't sure, but assumed so.
At least it seemed she wasn't exactly in a hurry. That was good, the white-haired boy didn't want her to be late for an appointment or something. Unlike the white rabbit, people should always be punctual, he figured. Grinning up to her, the boy nodded pleased, replying with a, "Waaaaaah~," an expression of relief for him and many more things. He'd only become aware of the wound upon his elbow when he felt the drips of blood fall from his fingers, but he didn't look down yet, still smiling to the pretty blonde and talking rather normally. "Yes, that is Cicero's name! And he is glad that big sister won't be late for a very important date!", he nodded, only to finally look down at the faint drops of crimson falling from his finger tips.
"Cicero doesn't want to trouble big sister anymore than he already has! But if she wouldn't mind, Cicero probably needs a band-aid... He doesn't have anyone here now...", he smiled to her in a slightly embarrassed manner as he said that. It needed a bit more than that, considering the streak of blood. Luckily for him, it wasn't anything serious though.
Tag: Samantha Winters
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Cicero - FD3F92
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Post by Samantha Winters on Nov 5, 2014 9:04:53 GMT
Samantha felt a bit off staring at this young man. He was obviously homeless, no family, no friends more than likely. It made her so upset! Ethan would probably yell at her but she couldn’t just turn away a small child like this! Of course- he could honestly be older than her and his childish personality would lead her to assume his age was around ten or eleven years old. This keeping in mind- Samantha was a responsible person with a great motherly trait. Of course she was also gullible so if this was an elaborate prank would probably get her rather riled up when the wool was pulled off her eyes. She however wanted to trust that this young man was just down on his luck! His way of speaking was strange- but she tried not to judge. Maybe he was foreign? Or had a learning disability? She wasn’t sure- she was trying not to assume anything. However Samantha’s upbringing made her question why he spoke so strangely and immediately thought of mental reasons he would speak that way. “No, no, I ain’t hurt, yer not a bad boy.” She felt extremely strange speaking to him as such- but she tried to push it off and continue speaking with him normally. “A bad person would..ya know…just leave without really no care.” He seemed ecstatic that she cared- and it made her feel rather guilty. Was this boy abused? She couldn’t have any of that! “Er-that’s what ‘ey do really. Some got a point, and some don’t.” The blond replied to the comment about men in suit and ties. She guessed Cicero meant something along the lines of politicians or business men. Not all of them were liars- but she didn’t really know why he thought that. His grin was bright and childish and she was assured once more that this boy was certainly younger than her and he needed to be taken care of like a small baby animal. She blinked a few times- her blue eyes focusing on his bright expression. Samantha was going to open her mouth and comment but he quickly responded with more chipper talk and her eyes moved to his hand where she saw blood. Thankfully she was not squeamish- she had seen a horse get neutered in front of her- but it did make her cringe slightly. “Yeah-yeah, I’ll help ya out. Come on- there’s a little shop I can get ya some stuff in.” There was a pause and the blond secretary decided to bridge the gap. “Say- dunno if it’s rude or not- but ya look really young- do ya have a home or some family to stay with?” She took a step or two past him, to gesture him to follow. “Yer sure yer okay?” She finally asked a bit reluctantly, getting her bearings. She wasn’t sure if he could be more talkative than her…but she felt slightly weirded out as if something was just off about it. She was trying to push it away since he seemed like such a harmless kid- but something was just off. Her discernment only got her so far though, since Samantha wasn’t sure what exactly beyond that the problem was. Well- she was now dang determined to get this boy into a pharmacy and get him a snack and some bandages! Maybe she could convince him to go home or at least find a place where he would be okay or something!
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Post by Cicero Schiff on Mar 3, 2015 15:31:24 GMT
His face seemed to explode in happiness, the young boy hopping in one place when she said he wasn't a bad boy. He was so relieved! he needed to be good, otherwise he could end up back at the institution and he didn't want that, plus this girl seemed to be really nice and friendly. Could she be his friend? Pathos believed that would feel good and such he should do his very best, Logos, complained he didn't see much use for her, perhaps maybe to patch him up considering the wound upon the boy's elbow. "Waaaah!~ Cicero is glad! Really glad! Truly glad!", he grinned, before blinking, as if almost confused before a small frown appeared on his lips, the young one tugging on the crossed stitches upon the corner of his lower one, pondering. "That's not good, is it?", he commented absently, as if pondering but actually asking his two permanent companions, which seemed to be bickering among each other at the time regarding an ordeal that happened three days ago still. They revisited that subject for some reason right now, confusing Cicero a tad.
Well, if they weren't going to help him, he'd simply make up his own mind on what to reply, grinning brightly and finally releasing the stitches. "Oh but Cicero cares, since big sister is nice enough to worry about him! It feels nice and warm, not many care if... Hmm... What did they say to him?... Meh, Cicero doesn't remember, but it made him sad," he grinned and chuckled, as if not talking about something depressing at all.
Her comment about the men in suits and ties made him tilt his head and lean frontwards to look at her with curiosity, replying, "But Cicero doesn't want to settle for someone who's moral integrity is compromised and wishes to handle foreign affairs with hostility. That's bad, right big sister?", truthfully, he didn't know what the hell he was talking about, but he heard it on the TV during a debate of some kind. This was why he wasn't allowed to watch foreign channels, especially political ones. Logos would've most likely now scold Cicero for that comment and rant right now, but at the moment he was still bickering, trying to win the argument against his peer. Still, the youth simply chuckled and grin, shrugging and beginning to stretch to the sides for some odd reason.
He looked at the streak of blood, tilting his head and actually playing with it amusingly, directing where the streaks would go by moving his arm, even bending in abnormal positions so it could be given the form he wanted. He had a childish glee to him as he did so, until he snapped to attention when she told him to go with her, straightening himself and grinning to her as he replied with an abrupt, "Okay big sister! Cicero thanks you eternally! He is very grateful! - ... But he's sorry he's giving you so much work. Very sorry," he gave her a slightly embarrassed smile, behaving like a shy kid as he rotated slightly side-to-side and averted his gaze away.
Blinking he grinned to her as he followed the blonde, tilting his head slightly as he walked in front of her, going backwards as he replied, Not rude at all kind big sister! Cicero doesn't mind questions. Oh! I know! Can we make a game out of it? Pleeeeaaassseeee?~", he chuckled and smiled to her as he continued, "Cicero isn't that young, but he doesn't have a home and his family left him alone because he's different. He's searched for them, but he doesn't think they made it into this game the three wise men put up for us," he shrugged, as if saying something quite normal. They didn't abandon him, but they did leave him in the institution, so he wasn't wrong per say. Still, he didn't know a better way to put it.
"Neh-neh! Big sister, my turn!", he grinned and skipped a few steps in front of her so he could spin and throw his hands up, pondering on what to ask, waiting for her to catch up. Grinning and tilting his head, he pointed to her and asked, "How come big sister is so pretty? Cicero didn't know what else to ask and didn't want big sister to wait too much for a question, sorry!~", he chuckled and continued skipping alongside her now, actually having fun and enjoying spending time with someone after so long of wandering around alone. It was nice.
Tag: Samantha Winters
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Cicero - FD3F92
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