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Post by Artemis Saggezza on Apr 8, 2007 16:42:03 GMT -5
It seemed like at least once a week she was in the Student Services office. She hated it. Teachers were always 'worried' about her. Yeah--like she believed that. They were all hoping she'd get locked up so they wouldn't have to deal with her. Teachers claiming she was a cutter (which is true, but yet to be proven), or a stoner (also true but unproven), or just a plain troublemaker, just to get her out of their class.
She was amazed she hadn't been kicked out yet, or locked up for that matter. Everytime she got called down, she expected to see the nice people in white suits coming to get her with their pretty strait jacket, or better yet, the mean looking people with guns and batons, with their sexy orange jumpsuits. But, it hadn't happened yet.
She entered the student services hall, and smiled at the recpetionist lady. She sat down in her signature chair, that had her imprint in it, and put her feet on the table. The receptionist opened her mouth to say something about her feet, but quickly changed her mind.
"So...whats today's claim?" she asked simply.... "Was I smoking in the bathroom again, or do they think I need anti-depressants?"
Her snide remarks only earned her a glare from the people in teh room. But, thats how she was. her way of dealing with it. Sardonic cruelty, to dispell the fact that all their claims were true...
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Post by calypsoARION on Apr 8, 2007 17:12:12 GMT -5
His first week in the school, and already teachers were.. concerned.. with his behavior. The fact that he rarely attended class was what had attracted the attention. Don't show up enough, and the teachers automatically label you as one of the troubled kids. So, to some extent, Calypso wasn't surprised. He was, however, curious to see what they'd want to talk to him about. Would they stick to what they knew? That he was a class-skipping 'trouble maker'. Or would they go into assumptions? Decide he was depressed, a drug addict, a cutter.... Or, worse yet, would they assume the things that were actually true? Force him to lie to hide his secret. He almost didn't want to find out, now. Except he was so sure that his secrets were safe. How would they know, since he had no journal so he never wrote it down? The could always find out by watching him, but why would they? Who would actually monitor carefully when he did and didn't eat?
Walking into the room, he smiled when he saw Artemis. "Hey," Calypso said, seating himself in the chair next to her. "Are the staff members concerned with your mental health, too?" he asked, with a laugh. It was easier that way, to hide how freaked out he was that one of the staff members might know his problems. Act as happy as ever, and maybe no one would realize what he was thinking inside. It had worked before, so he'd try and let it work now. And besides... maybe if he tried enough, he'd actually forget how worried he was.
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Post by Artemis Saggezza on Apr 8, 2007 17:20:07 GMT -5
Artemis looked up as the door to the office creaked open. She was always the only one here, and was curious as to who else the school thought was messed up. She smiled when she saw Cal. She loved him so much. He was totally cool, and looked really freaked out.
"Hey,"
Artemis smiled, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Hey yourself." she said, in a strange voice, sort of flirtatious, but also very casual.
"Are the staff members concerned with your mental health, too?"
"They always are. You'd think, that since I've been here, once a week, for 4 years, they would hav stopped worrying, but they still do. I think they just want to get rid of me. I half expect to see the nice people in white suits coming to get me with their pretty strait jacket, or better yet, the mean looking people with guns and batons, with their sexy orange jumpsuit."
She smiled, trying to put him at ease, since she could tell that he was freaking out. It wasnt' a big deal for her to be here, she always was, but she remembered the first time she was called down, she was terrified.
"You look majorly freaked..." she commented quietly.... "Don't worry. They're really stupid, if you dont' want them to know anything, lie through your teeth, or just refuse to say anything. They get fed up after about 10 minutes of silence...."
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Post by calypsoARION on Apr 8, 2007 17:30:11 GMT -5
He laughed, hearing what she had to say about the nice people in white suits and the means ones in orange jumpsuits... Already, it was helping distract him. "I bet they'll send the mean ones for me," he said, with a nod. "Because who knows what this school thinks of me? Skip class once, and they decide you're a psycho. Like it's normal to want to be in class," he said, laughing again. He leaned back in his chair, feeling more relaxed. He smiled. "..Wait, guns and batons?" He was picturing the batons that were seen with marching bands occasionally.
He nodded, then, at her comment of looking freaked. "Yeah.. Kind of freaked out here," he admitted, then smiled. "But thanks for the advice. I think I'll just say nothing, it's easier than lying..." Calypso was quite awful at lying. For one thing, he hated when he had to. But besides that, most people could tell from his voice. A major disadvantage for him.
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Post by Artemis Saggezza on Apr 8, 2007 17:41:11 GMT -5
"I bet they'll send the mean ones for me,"
Artemis smiled, trying to picture him in an orange jumpsuit, and an all guys prison. She had to laugh. He wouldnt' survive. He was too sweet.
"Yeah, i don't think orange is really your color...." she smirked...."Doesn't bring out your eyes like the white would..."[/color]
"Because who knows what this school thinks of me? Skip class once, and they decide you're a psycho. Like it's normal to want to be in class,"
"I think they really have the loons mixed up in this place. You & me, we're minding our buisiness and not bothering anyone, and we end up here. But then you have the football losers, who enjoy running into eachother wearing pads and spandex, and they get awards. Its damn backwards to me."[/color]
"Yeah.. Kind of freaked out here,"
"I can tell. You're pale as a ghost. Well, paler than you usually are anyway." she mocked him lightly, just joking around, her way of flirting..."I was freaked the first time they called me down here too. I've gotten used to it now.."
"But thanks for the advice. I think I'll just say nothing, it's easier than lying..."
"Eh, no prob. Its the job of the psych-evaluation experienced to help the newcomers such as you"[/color] she sighed.
As much as she acted like this place didn't bother her, it did. It really did. She always thought, that today would be the day someone would come up to her, force her sleeves up, and empty her bookbag. She'd end up institutionalized for sure if that ever happened. Just thinking about it, she absent mindedly rubbed the cuts her arms through her sleeves, her eyes momentarily distant.
"So, any ideas why you're here? They usually don't call kids down just for skipping...."[/color]
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Post by calypsoARION on Apr 8, 2007 17:55:23 GMT -5
Calypso laughed. "True, I tend to look awful in orange. Makes my skin look kinda yellowy," he said, wrinkling his nose at the thought. And it was funny, because orange was really one of the very few colors that did look bad on him. Pretty much any other color he could find a shade to look good on him. He laughed again. "You're exactly right. Anyone who willingly wears spandex should be sent in for a mental check up. Maybe forced into some kind of therapy..." He shuddered, at the thought of spandex. That was some pretty scary fabric.
Calypso smiled, poking her. "Is that even possible?" he asked. "For me to be paler than usual?" He shook his head, and smiled. "Psych-evaluation experienced? Ha, I'll probably be one, too, by the end of the year... unless they expel me first." He looked at her, seeing her rubbing her arms. She looked kind of not there for a minute. "You okay?" he asked. "...Why I'm here?" He sighed. "Well, there's always the chance that because I skip class they assume I have other problems.." Calypso didn't want to tell her what he really worried that he might be there for.
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Post by Artemis Saggezza on Apr 8, 2007 19:25:54 GMT -5
"True, I tend to look awful in orange. Makes my skin look kinda yellowy,"
Artemis thought for a moment, picturing him with yellow skin. It wasn't pretty. She licked her lips lightly, a habit she'd formed.
"Yeah, yellow skin isn't very attractive. Yeah, doesn't turn me on at all." she giggled, and cursed herself inwardly for doing so. She never giggled! She was such a loser when she did, always sounded like a goon.
"You're exactly right. Anyone who willingly wears spandex should be sent in for a mental check up. Maybe forced into some kind of therapy..."
"I'm always right, especially when it comes to crazy. I shudder just thinking about spandex, especially on guys....Think they're trying to compensate for something, or lack of something rather, by squishing into spandex?" she asked, shuddering.
As he poked her, she squeaked, really loudly.
"Eeee!" she simulatneously squeaked, and twitched, laughing at herself, and how stupid she must look.
"Is that even possible?"
"Yes, it is..." she said, poking him back.... "I didnt' think it was, but I stand corrected.."
"Psych-evaluation experienced? Ha, I'll probably be one, too, by the end of the year... unless they expel me first."
"Eh, they wont' expel you. They never expel anyone. Takes too much paperwork. Hell, if they havent' kicked me out by now, they wont' be kicking you out any time soon."
"You okay?"
She looked at him for a second, as if just realizing he was there. She often did that, just wanderd into her own world, absent minded and distant. It showed in her eyes. She rubbed her arms again.
"Uhm..." she stopped, contemplating whether or not to lie to him. She for some reason, couldn't bring herself to. She could lie to anyone else, some could say she was a pathological liar, but could not lie to him. It was strange. "Define okay.." she said, sighing.
She turned toward him, and slightly pushed up her sleeves, revealing scars, old and new all over her arms. "Other than that, I'm perfectly fine." she said, smiling lightly.
"...Why I'm here?"..."Well, there's always the chance that because I skip class they assume I have other problems.."
"Yeah, I guess so." she looked at him. She could tell he was lying, but wasn't one to push it. Hey, at least he was talking...
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Post by calypsoARION on Apr 8, 2007 19:42:03 GMT -5
"And does colorless white skin turn you on?" Calypso asked with a laugh, referring to his extremely pale complexion. He glanced down at his hand, contrasting drastically with the design he'd drawn on it with black marker. Yes, he was pale. "So does that make you some sort of expert on insanity, then?" He laughed. "Trying to compensate for the lack of something... I'm not sure I want to think about that," he said with a smile, shaking his head. "Eww... squishing themselves into clingy spandex... eeeewww. That's even worse than bubblegum toothpaste." Calypso laughed then, hearing her squeak after he'd poked her. "Wow. I suppose anything's possible then. I guess before I was more of an off-white, but now I'm an actual white?" He smiled. "Well then, good to know I'm not likely to be expelled... That would suck, considering this should be my last year of high school and all."
He looked down at her arms again, as she to,d him to 'define okay'. And when she moved her sleeves, to reveal the scars, he couldn't help staring for a second. But he got over it quickly, and moved one hand to lightly trace the lines of scars with his finger. He wasn't sure just what to say exactly. What was there? He couldn't tell her that she should stop without being a total hypocrite. Not that he was a cutter, but he didn't exactly treat his body well. "Okay," he said, quietly, and sighed. "I think I'm hear because they figured out about my food problems. How I don't eat... Or what happens when I do eat.." He had no physical scars from it, like a cutter would, but in some ways it was the same type of thing.
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Post by Artemis Saggezza on Apr 8, 2007 20:05:44 GMT -5
"And does colorless white skin turn you on?"
"Indeed it does actually. The idea of a guy being able to glow in the dark, is quite a turn on." She shook her head, laughing. "Hey, at least I'd never loose you with the lights out...." she stuck her tounge out at him, and grinned.
"So does that make you some sort of expert on insanity, then?"
"Well, being clinically insane, can make me a bit of an expert." she shrugged.."At least, thats what they're always telling me..."
"Trying to compensate for the lack of something... I'm not sure I want to think about that," ...."Eww... squishing themselves into clingy spandex... eeeewww. That's even worse than bubblegum toothpaste."
"Yeah, just eww..." she said, twitching just thinkging about it...."you know whats worse than bubblegum toothpaste? coconut jellybeans....gross."
"Wow. I suppose anything's possible then. I guess before I was more of an off-white, but now I'm an actual white?"
"Yeah, you used to be eggshell, but now your Snow White. Singing to the 7 Dwarfs and everything. You even have an evil step mother after you, trying to kill you with poison apples..."
"Well then, good to know I'm not likely to be expelled... That would suck, considering this should be my last year of high school and all."
"Yeah, that would suck. Cuz then, you'd have to start all over at a new school your senior year. Ouch..."
"Okay,"
Artemis watched him trace her scars. She felt bad. She shouldnt' have sprung that on him. SHe knew it wasn't fair. It just sort of happened. Actually, he was the only one that knew, besides her family...
"I think I'm hear because they figured out about my food problems. How I don't eat... Or what happens when I do eat.."
She looked at him, and nodded. She'd noticed something was off about his eating habits. not that she was stalking him or anything, she just noticed strange things.
"Yeah, i sort of noticed something." she smiled slightly, and hugged him. "Dont' worry, your secret is safe with me, and the idiots in this office will never put 2 and 2 together..."
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Post by calypsoARION on Apr 8, 2007 20:22:56 GMT -5
"Ooh, I wonder if I really could glow in the dark!" Calypso smiled. "I glow under a black light, because of my paleness. ...And why shouldn't it be a turn on? All the cool guys glow." He nodded, and grinned. "I've met crazier," Calypso said, looking at Artemis. "So if they're telling you you're insane... I wonder just what they'd say about me?" He was pretty sure he was more messed up than most people. Because sometimes, he was pretty sure he tried to make it so he'd get hurt. "Why did no one tell me of this evil step mother, before?" Calypso looked at Artemis again, and smiled. "And who's the Handsome Prince, the one that will kiss me and bring me back to life?"
He continued to run his fingers along her scars, but looked up at her. He couldn't help wondering why she cut.. But he wouldn't ask her. Instead, he asked something a little easier. "How often..?" Calypso asked, quietly. He hoped she wasn't doing it too much, that was dangerous. Well, he really wished she wouldn't do it at all. But that was another one of those things he couldn't say. Calypso smiled a little, relieved that she wasn't freaked out by his problems. And she'd said she wouldn't tell. "Thanks. I can't deal with anyone else telling me I need to get help. It's how I deal with stuff," he said, with a small shrug.
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Post by Artemis Saggezza on Apr 8, 2007 20:39:19 GMT -5
"Ooh, I wonder if I really could glow in the dark!" .... "I glow under a black light, because of my paleness. ...And why shouldn't it be a turn on? All the cool guys glow."
She laughed at him, and shook her head. He was funny, a very strange funny, like her
"I guess so. Hey, blacklights are pretty damned cool, so anyone who glows under them must be cool too..."
"I've met crazier," ...."So if they're telling you you're insane... I wonder just what they'd say about me?"
"I think, that we're all insane. Completely, and totally insane..."
"Why did no one tell me of this evil step mother, before?"..."And who's the Handsome Prince, the one that will kiss me and bring me back to life?
She grinned, and looked at him. "Well, i'm not a handsome prince, but i'm more than willing to be your sexy princess. Does that work for you?"
"How often..?"
Artemis shrugged. She didnt' actually know. She just sort of....did it. It didnt' even phase her anymore.
"I dont' really know. It just sort of happens. Like, i'm in a fog, and when i come out of it, i'm bleeding. Its wierd..."
"Thanks. I can't deal with anyone else telling me I need to get help. It's how I deal with stuff," "This is how I deal." she said, touching his hand, which was still tracing her scars. "Sometimes, people dont' need help. They just need someone to understand...."
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Post by calypsoARION on Apr 8, 2007 20:57:49 GMT -5
"Exactly my logic," Calypso said, laughing. "If blacklights are cool, and I glow under one, then I must be cool. Right?" He grinned. "You're right, again. We're all insane. Though I'd say some people are a little more insane than others..." He shrugged. "But then again, it's all in how you define insanity." Calypso smiled again. "Snow White wakes up to the kiss of a sexy princess..? Not quite the fairy tale as I remember it, but it'll do. As long as it still involves the kiss, I'm content." He laughed. "Now I just have to remember to eat that poisoned apple... when you're conveniently located nearby."
Calypso nodded. "Exactly... I don't need someone to come save me, to tell me how I need to change, how I should be finding a safer way to deal." He sighed. "It's a relief, you know, when some just gets that I need to be like this. That it's part of who I am.. And as long as it hasn't killed me, it shouldn't be such a big deal." He looked up at her, his hand stopping, fingers resting on one of the newer looking scars. "In some ways, though, it's easier for me. The only scars I have for people to get curious about is this," he said, lifting up his shirt so that she could see his ribs, sticking out a bit from the lack of fat on his body. "But that's easily hidden."
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Post by Artemis Saggezza on Apr 8, 2007 20:59:49 GMT -5
((i g2g for 2nite. I'll reply 2morrow.....ciao))
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Post by Artemis Saggezza on Apr 9, 2007 15:12:10 GMT -5
"Exactly my logic,"..."If blacklights are cool, and I glow under one, then I must be cool. Right?"
"indeed." she smirked. Not many other people would follow her logic. It was quite strange, the way her mind worked. She would often spout out seemingly random things, but there was always a connection to everything. For example: her cousin was talking about what he had for breakfast. Breakfast made her think of blueberry muffins, which made her think of blueberries, which made her think of summer, which made her think of nice days, which made her think of the beach, which made her think of the ocean, which made her think of fish, which made her think of mermaids. Then she'd spout out that she was going to watch the Little Mermaid when she got home. See? there is always a connection...
"You're right, again. We're all insane. Though I'd say some people are a little more insane than others..." ..."But then again, it's all in how you define insanity."
"When will you learn boy, that I am always right? Even when I'm wrong, i'm still right. thats just how it is." she grinned at him.
"Snow White wakes up to the kiss of a sexy princess..? Not quite the fairy tale as I remember it, but it'll do. As long as it still involves the kiss, I'm content." .... "Now I just have to remember to eat that poisoned apple... when you're conveniently located nearby."
Artemis looked at him, an evil glint in her eye. "Oh really?" she said curiously. With that, she leaned over, and kissed him lightly. "Your princess has arrived my dear." she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for a reaction.
"Exactly... I don't need someone to come save me, to tell me how I need to change, how I should be finding a safer way to deal."... "It's a relief, you know, when some just gets that I need to be like this. That it's part of who I am.. And as long as it hasn't killed me, it shouldn't be such a big deal."
"I know. I mean, what I do isn't good, but I dont' do it to kill myself by any chance. I do it just to escape." she smiled. He really understood her..
"In some ways, though, it's easier for me. The only scars I have for people to get curious about is this," ... "But that's easily hidden."
Artemis' hand lightly traced a path on his chest, just as his hand had done on her arms. She smiled, and lightly kissed him again. She liked him, but knew she could never be with him. She didnt' do relationships.....
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Post by calypsoARION on Apr 9, 2007 15:28:40 GMT -5
Calypso laughed. "I'll have to remember never to argue with you, then. I have a feeling you never lose." He smiled. Yes, he was awful at arguing anyway. Maybe it was because he became confused so easily... Most people could manage to get him to wonder why he'd been thinking whatever it was in the first place by the end of an argument... Or, they could use that tricky stuff and get him to start arguing against himself without even realizing it. Yeah, he'd never join any sort of debate club. Calypso smiled, after she kissed him. "And I didn't even need to eat anything poisonous!"
He nodded. "When or if I ever think I'll really hurt myself.. then I'll find a way to stop. But until then.." Calypso shrugged a little. He was just happy she seemed to get it. Because most people didn't, even the other 'eating disorder' kids he'd met. They just wanted attention, or wanted to get thin. He didn't care about weight, about attention. So in that way, he was more like a cutter. Calypso smiled a little then, and kissed her. So maybe he was starting to like Artemis... no surprise there, considering how many girls he usually liked. And maybe, just maybe, he'd be lucky enough that she wasn't one of those types to insist on a committed relationship. He couldn't do those. Relationships were about love, and Calypso had so far only ever fallen in like. Not love.
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