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Post by Cailyn Robinson on Feb 13, 2015 10:01:13 GMT
School was out at last and while most students were headed home for the weekend, Cailyn wasn't. Instead, she had already texted Isidor to meet her in the courtyard so they could hang out or something. She wanted to try her hand at archery and was even contemplating conjuring a bow an arrow but that would mean she would need to know about the perfect balance of the bow and how to construct a perfect arrow. Oh well, she could always see if there was an archery club or something like that on the school grounds. First, a quick trip to the bathroom to touch up her makeup, even though hanging out with Izzy wasn't exactly what she would call a date, Cailyn had to look her best. Nobody had seen her without her makeup yet, and she wasn't about to change that anytime soon.
As soon as Cailyn was satisfied with the results of her efforts, she headed to the courtyard and leaned against a nearby tree as she waited for Izzy to come. There was another reason why Cailyn didn't want to head home immediately, one that nobody else knew readily. Her foster father was abusive and had been at his worst last night that had left Cailyn shaken to say the least of things. She had done a good job covering up the bruises so far and had been careful to act as normally as possible even if she was hurting at least eighty percent of the time now. So far she had pulled it off and nobody, not even the gang had guessed the truth. It made Cailyn hopeful that she could keep her secret at least until she turned eighteen which was only a few months away. Then she could move out and be done with foster care and that good for nothing foster father.
In truth, Cailyn almost wished that somebody would find out, then she wouldn't have to be the only one carrying the burden. Nobody cared about what happened to foster kids though and Cailyn knew that if she so much as breathed a word of the truth, she would be separated from Izzy and the rest of the gang and even then, who was to say that the bastard wouldn't find her again. The last thing that Cailyn wanted was to be separated from the only friends she had, the only true family she had left. Nobody, not even that bastard was going to take that away from her. Sighing, Cailyn shook her head to push the thoughts away and looked up at the tree she was leaning against before deciding to climb it after all. She could surprise Izzy that way after all, and perhaps she would be able to get the drop on him so to speak. It took little effort to scale the tree and sit on a branch that oversaw the courtyard. Now, all Cailyn had left to do was wait and see if Izzy managed to guess her hiding spot. ~~~ Isidor Faust |
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Post by Isidor Faust on Mar 14, 2015 0:49:01 GMT
The phone in his pocket was fished out after the blonde finished depositing his books in his locker. It was a Friday, and most of the other students had plans for the weekend. Isidor would be lying if he said he didn’t have plans, but most of his were… different from theirs. The blonde had always felt separate from his peers, though it was by his own design. His vanity held him above them in his head; above almost everyone. There were a select few people, such as the girl whose text he was currently reading, whom he considered to be almost equal with himself. Almost. Above several other things, Isidor saw himself as a leader, and a leader had no true equal. She was his second in command and not his partner for a reason. Either way, it wasn’t that Izzy thought badly of her – or anyone, really. He just thought extremely highly of himself.
The phone was placed back in his pant-pocket, and steps would be taken fluidly and gracefully to lead him to the courtyard. He hadn’t had any plans for afterschool yet, so spending the time with Cailyn would be pleasant. He enjoyed her company. She was the only American, so far, that he was openly himself around. There was a certain secret he still kept from her, one that he would perhaps always keep from her, but other than that thing he was more open with her than anyone else. It was nice to have someone he could relax around, really.
With his long legs and quick stride, it didn’t take him long to reach the courtyard. However, upon arriving he found it to be empty. Bright, cold eyes scanned the area, up, down, all around. He knew Cailyn, after all, and he knew that she liked to get up to things. He had little doubt that she was hiding in the courtyard somewhere, but where was the real question. Eyes moved upward to scan the trees, and then fell on several things she could hide behind or in – she was tiny after all. In the end, he moved to a tree and leaned back on it, closing his eyes and listening closely.
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Cailyn Robinson
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Post by Cailyn Robinson on Mar 22, 2015 6:23:19 GMT
It didn't take long for Izzy to reach the courtyard after Cailyn had first sent the text. That wasn't a surprise though, she knew he was fast and from the looks of it he had just gotten out of class. However, it seemed that he still hadn't guessed where she was by the looks of it even if he had scanned the branches before leaning against the very tree he was sitting in. Funny how his gaze just seemed to pass right over her before he seemed to just give up. Cailyn didn't mind however, it was more fun this way after all.
Adjusting her grip on the branch she was sitting on, Cailyn swung backwards so that she was face to face with Izzy as she hung on the branch with nothing except her legs and hands keeping her there. "Hey Izzy~,"Cailyn chimed, grinning at him as she swung back and forth on the branch. Her long blond hair was nearly touching the ground but Cailyn didn't really mind, especially if she had managed to surprise Izzy by the action in the process. 's 'bout time ya got here~,"Cailyn teased,"I'm surprised ya didn't find me sooner~she continued before letting go of the branch with one hand and poking him in the forehead.
Unbeknownst to Cailyn, without her hair covering her neck, the bruises around her neck were quite obvious to Izzy. The makeup she had so carefully applied to hide them had faded and it was apparent that by the shape of the bruises that there had been a hand around her neck recently. From Cailyn's behavior it seemed that the marks didn't really bother her as she swayed back and forth on the branch. In fact, she appeared completely normal that it would have been nigh impossible to guess that something was wrong if not for the evidence that said otherwise.
As Cailyn tightened her grip on the tree branch yet again, she flipped backwards and landed on her feet before Izzy with a grin on her features. The marks that had been so readily visible moments before all but disappeared under her blond locks that fell about her shoulders thereafter. "So wanna do today, Izzy?"Cailyn asked after a moment, rocking back and forth on her heels excitedly as she spoke. ~~~ Isidor Faust |
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Post by Isidor Faust on Apr 5, 2015 1:22:56 GMT
A soft smirk played on his features as he listened closely. Not very long after he leaned back against the tree, he heard the rustle of branches that indicated that Cailyn was actually in this very tree. He’d had no idea she was there before he chose it, but of course he had been listening for some sign of where she might be. As a slightly louder rustle hit the air, he opened his eyes and came face-to-face with the little girl who knew slightly too much about him. “Have you decided to become a squirrel, then, Bärchen?” He questioned playfully. It would take but a second, however, for the teenager to notice the marks around the other blonde’s neck. He gave no outward indication at first as his eyes traveled over them. Perhaps, for just a moment, he tried to convince himself that they weren’t what he thought they were.
But no. They was clearly a handprint. No further replies were given as he watched her, the smirk slowly melting off of his face. By the time she flipped to the ground and stood back up, his expression was altogether darker. It would be quite easy for Cailyn to see that something was wrong, that something had changed. “What do I want to do today?” He repeated, slowly, as he forced himself to speak in English. Anger was roiling in his stomach, threatening to overtake him even as he wrestled with it. Shaking fingers moved forward, and unless she flinched back, he would brush her hair from her neck. “How about we discuss who will be receiving matching marks around their throat?” He questioned, his accent thicker as he continued to struggle with English. His normally bright eyes were icy cold as he regarded her, a blonde eyebrow cocking.
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Post by Cailyn Robinson on Apr 6, 2015 7:25:21 GMT
Cailyn laughed at the comment about turning into a squirrel and shook her head easily before flipping backwards and back onto her feet again and promptly asked what Izzy wanted to do. She would have commented back about simply being bored waiting around for him but all too quickly the playful tease died on her lips when she noticed his expression. For some reason, Izzy didn't have the same smirk that he had before when she had first surprised him. Something had happened that made him look serious...angry even...but what? What could have possibly happened in the time that it had taken her to jump off of the tree branch to make him so mad?
The confusion she was feeling was all too evident on Cailyn's features as she tried to figure out what could have gone so horribly wrong in that short period of time. She could tell by the tone of Izzy's voice and by his thicker accent that he was furious...but why? When Izzy repeated her own question, Cailyn nodded and tilted her head slightly as she waited for some type of response. "Izzy...?"Cailyn asked timidly as he reached towards her. He was beginning to scare her and for a second Cailyn thought that he might hurt her but when he only brushed the hair off her neck, she relaxed, feeling silly for ever doubting Izzy in the first place.
That was until Izzy spoke once again, asking who should be receiving marks of their own around their throat. The blood drained from Cailyn's face as her hand flew to hide the marks that Izzy had seen moments before and looked away from him as she backed up. No...she had been so careful to keep anyone from knowing her horrible secret. Nobody, not even Izzy had been told about the abuse, not because she didn't trust them, but because she was terrified she would be lose yet another family if anyone else knew. Besides, it was only for a few more months...after how long she had been dealing with it, it wasn't that big of a deal. At least that was how Cailyn justified not talking about the almost daily abuse she suffered.
Taking a deep breath, Cailyn shook her head adamantly,"Let's not,"she replied, almost snapping back at him,"I'm fine, Isidor,"she continued. Even as she said this it was all too evident that Cailyn was far from 'fine' as she claimed to be. Another step back would be taken as she regarded Izzy, leering at him as she fought the urge to bolt right then and there. This was her worst nightmare come true, nobody was supposed to find out, not even Izzy. They were going to take her away and that was something Cailyn wouldn't be able to handle, not again.
It was clear that Cailyn didn't want to talk about the marks anymore, and yet she knew that Izzy would press for information. That was just the way he was, especially when he was angry, even if the anger wasn't directed at her. If Cailyn had known that this was the way things would have turned out, she would have called someone else to hang out with. Hands clenched into fists as she tried to hide just how badly they were shaking as she glared at Izzy. She knew that it didn't make sense to be mad at him for asking how she'd gotten the bruises, she knew that it would be easier to answer him rather than run away. Cailyn knew that Izzy only wanted to help her, but this was something she didn't want to talk about and that was the end of it. Any attempt to press her further about the marks would end badly, that was for certain. ~~~ Isidor Faust |
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