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Post by Winifred Ellen Young on Sept 3, 2011 17:08:43 GMT -7
if i can see it, then i can do it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it [/b][/color]  WINIFRED YOUNG[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Fred was one friendly individual. She had tons of friends and she liked it that way. No one should be without a friend and without a dream or a goal. That was why she had been paying particular attention to Vince. She knew he was once a great painter but he didn’t believe that and in his time many others didn’t either. She also knew he appeared down and dreary a lot of the time and she was hoping to help with that in any way possible.
Fred could do anything if she put her mind to it and that was her mindset. Sometimes she wondered how people managed without thinking that way. So many people thought more in terms of ‘what they can’t do’ than ‘what they can do’. Positive thinking was the key and Fred was trying to infect RSOR with her can-do thinking. She knew that all of the members of RSOR were capable of great things. They all had proven that already. Great battles, great deeds or great deaths that they had caused. Now great deaths, it is worth noting, didn’t meant good deaths, merely that they were worthy of remembering. Even the evil members of RSOR had the ability to great things. Just not necessarily good great things. Well they could, but it was more a matter of if they wanted to.
Fred was hoping that maybe Vince would see that he could do great things, given the time, and that he had already done great things, even if in his time it wasn’t considered great, and even if he didn’t understand it was great just yet, that didn’t change it.
Fred kept an eye on everyone in RSOR as best she could. And when she felt they needed someone she made time for them and got a hold of them, getting them to go out for a day, or even just spend some time hanging out with her. She hoped that by being around someone more positive they may be able to find something positive themselves from the experience. She wasn’t trying to be arrogant or even trying to make herself out to be an amazing individual, just trying to share what she had that others didn’t. Fred believed she could make a difference and therefore she did whatever she could to make that difference.
Vince would have received a text that morning, asking him to meet her at the coffee shop on main street. She liked coffee and often got her friends to meet her here. Fred didn’t really get energy from coffee, which was a good thing, considering the energy she already had. She was already seated, having arrived early and had a coffee snug in her hands. Who knew if Vince would show for sure, but she hoped he made it. She was feeling like he needed a friend lately.
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Post by vincent on Sept 5, 2011 1:03:41 GMT -7
 IT’S A SONG OF REDEMPTIONany expression of love is the way to return [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • FRED YOUNG ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] While Fred was a socialite Vincent was far from it, and he never really had been. He was doomed to have only a handful, if that, of people he could consider companions. At times even that was far too much for him to handle, and at times it wasn’t near enough. He seemed to swing back and forth between those two opinions. When in a good mood he actually desired a few more companions to add to his short list, while other times he didn’t even want the ones that he had. He either invited people in or pushed them very roughly away. Vincent was not a man with middle grounds. Fred was excellent company when he was feeling more toward the content side of the spectrum, someone he could tolerate at most times. Even when he was feeling rather negative he found her upbeat personality a bit of a pick me up. Mind you, there were plenty of times when Vince couldn’t stand to be around someone so bubbly, but luckily for their friendship she seemed to understand that. After all, everyone needed space every now and then; some more than others and Vince more than the ‘some’.
He didn’t really think that highly of himself, even after hearing about his own works in art class. He had always found it so hard to believe that it took this long for people to see anything good in him. He found it hard to believe that there was anything good in him. His style was sloppy and immature compared to the works of Da Vinci and Michelangelo. He was nothing special, yet his work was hanging in galleries and being studied in high schools. Vince honestly couldn’t count how many times he had broken into sobs in the middle of class over having to learn about himself. Reminded of his failures only to be called one of the great painters. He wasn’t great. He wasn’t special. Yet all of these people claimed he was. It was surreal and confusing and he wasn’t sure he liked it just yet. It was just too hard to believe, even with members of RSOR trying their best to open his eyes. It didn’t help that his family, his second family that was, had the same opinion of him as the people he had known in his first life. They didn’t think highly of his choices, leading to Vince leading the house in a rather sour mood.
Baggy jeans and a slightly oversized sweater, his brother’s shoes and his hair left unattended to. Usually it was spiked into a Mohawk, but he hadn’t had enough time to before leaving the house. His mother was drunk and had started crying about having done something wrong to make her daughter be this way. Vince’s reply to that had simply been to correct her and then leave to meet Fred earlier than he had intended. Despite his mood he was rather looking forward to spending some time with her, even if it only ended up being for a few minutes. So, with fresh marks on his wrists and arms and a very small smile on his face he made his way into the coffee shop like he had promised. He gave her a wave before ordering himself an Earl Grey tea, a medium being all he could afford at the moment, then going to join her. “Hi,”
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Post by Winifred Ellen Young on Sept 9, 2011 20:26:09 GMT -7
if i can see it, then i can do it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it [/b][/color] WINIFRED YOUNG[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Seeing Vince walk through the door, Fred gave him a friendly smile and waved back. She watched him approach the counter to get whatever it was he was getting. She took in his clothes for the mean time and his current appearance. She was surprised his hair wasn’t up and he seemed a little unkempt compared to usual which was slightly concerning. Vince had a lot on his plate and Fred knew that. She also knew that reincarnation hadn’t done him a favour in this case. For her, being reincarnated was a gift and she had a second chance at a light cut short. For Vince it appeared to be quite the curse.
Every reincarnate handled reincarnation differently. Some of them just kept moving from where they left off, some of them failed to adapt and fit in, some of them you’d never guess were ever anyone else other than what they were today. And some people also had changes that were so dramatic or so drastic that it was impossible for them to be themselves again. Vince was one of those people as far as Fred could tell. He had been reincarnate as a woman, and he hadn’t been happy in his first life or this life. He was ready for life to be over and done with and had already proven that was his mindset.
For someone like Fred who had adapted so easily it was hard to imagine what he was going through. In fact, she didn’t even pretend to understand and often tried not to think about it. Instead she intended to be there for him if he needed her, just like she was for anyone in RSOR. She viewed them like a family and she was the big sister trying to help, though often the people she talked to were older than her in the past or this life. Vince was an example of that being a senior where she was a junior. But for reincarnates, age didn’t matter quite so much as they had all been adults once.
Seeing that Vince had come back, Fred dropped from the dreary and negative thoughts. She didn’t think like that often but sometimes it was hard not to. It was easier to look at life as a means to move forward and to have fun than as something dreary or chore-like. That was Fred for you.
”Hello! You don’t look too pleased today. You really should smile more…”
[/b] Fred said, knowing full well that he wouldn’t smile more and had few reasons to. ”Paint anything recently?”[/b] she asked, very interested in the answer. Fred had seen the works of some of the artists in RSOR in her first life, and Vince was one of them who had just painted before her time. She couldn’t recall if she had seen his work before this life. Sometimes the memories blurred together, which didn’t help.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Vincent Kyffin ••
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Post by vincent on Sept 18, 2011 0:47:31 GMT -7
IT’S A SONG OF REDEMPTIONany expression of love is the way to return [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • FRED YOUNG ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] It had always felt odd to Vince when people took a genuine interest in him, from Theo back then to Fred right now. When people asked how he was doing and actually cared to hear the answer it confused him. He was always torn between hating it and enjoying it. It felt good to have people who cared, even in the slightest, but he didn’t have confidence that they would stick around. He tried desperately not to attach himself to people, but he was rather attached to Fred. She seemed to care for him. She seemed to care for most everyone. It meant a lot to have her ask something as simple as how his day was going, because he felt that it was alright to be open with her. Mind you, he wasn’t completely open; he didn’t wish to burden her with all of his dark and depressed thoughts, Fred and serious conversation weren’t always the best of friends. He definitely held the girl in high regard and he was definitely looking forward to being able to forget himself and just enjoy someone’s company.
The more he thought about it the more he realized how distant he was from the few friends he actually did have. With Angelo they found solace in each other’s silence, though occasionally did actually have full and in depth conversations. However, Vincent had a strong feeling that if Angelo were to find out about the cutting, assuming he hadn’t already noticed which he probably had, he wouldn’t really say anything. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to express those sorts of concerns. Freya probably had similar problems herself, so her potential; reaction puzzled him. With Fred he was certain she would make it her personal mission to get him to find another outlet for his pain. And that, that was the extent of his friendships. There were the members of Leader’s Panel who knew who he was, but he didn’t talk to them on a regular basis. He didn’t really talk to anyone within RSOR; he just went there to paint. It was a place where he knew he wouldn’t be bothered. If anyone did notice he didn’t really want them to say anything. He didn’t want to stop just yet, even though he was aware of how dangerous and stupid it was.
He grinned as she informed him that he should smile more, the ring in his lip protruding a bit. It was a slightly forced smile but hey, better than nothing. “How’s this?”
[/color] Cheekily, he gave her his best creeper-grin, which was probably the same one Leila or Jack wore before killing someone. “Better?”[/color] He chuckled, his mood already lightening. “Nothing of great significance. The café I used to go to, because I miss it, my sister because she asked…”[/color] Vincent trailed off, not really knowing what else to tell her. He wasn’t that good, so why was she even bothering to ask? “How are you? Beak any world records lately?”[/color] He honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she had. It was entirely in her nature to try and the girl probably had all sorts of connections. [/justify][/blockquote] words: 526 outfit: clicky! lyrics: bright eyes, jejuna stars notes: ---[/blockquote] |
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Post by Winifred Ellen Young on Sept 19, 2011 18:31:37 GMT -7
if i can see it, then i can do it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it [/b][/color] WINIFRED YOUNG[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Fred often took for granted the easy and happy life she lived and was living. She had her share of problems and bad things that had happened to her in her life. But Fred had a unique way of handling it compared to the average person. She smiled, she laughed, and she joked. In her opinion, there are two ways to respond to a problem: you could worry about it, fret about it and do nothing about it or you can smile, laugh and find a solution. Fred also hadn’t had a restrictive life before her at any time, so it was easier for her to approach things that way. She often forgot about that.
At the same time, she also felt that if everyone had a most positive attitude than everyone would be a lot happier. The negative approach at life, just caused more negativity if you asked Fred. Of course, she wasn’t about to preach this to anyone. People dealt with life differently, and that was perfectly alright with Fred, seeing as she couldn’t change it and it wasn’t ever going to change. But she still felt that a positive attitude couldn’t hurt anyone.
So when it came to Vince, she felt sad that he didn’t approach things more positively, but understood that with his life the way it had gone, he couldn’t approach things more positively. So she tried to be positive for him. Sometimes that was the best thing she could do as a friend. Fred tried to be a support for anyone who needed it and she also tried her hardest to be a friend for anyone who needed support. It was a round circle and Fred tried her best to hold it together and be whatever everyone needed her to be, but still remaining herself in the process. Sometimes it was hard, sometimes it was a lot easier.
She smiled as Vince grinned; pleased to see at least he was trying. ”We can work on it, but for now, looks good, it’s better than a frown, though, frowns are not bad for you either, just too many of them can be a bad thing”
[/b] Fred said, smiling and pleased that he was at least being sociable, even if it was in a cheeky way. Better cheeky than silent? Fred certainly thought so. Fred listened to what he said about the paintings he had done, finding her own form of interest in it. ”I’d like to see them some time, if you don’t mind of course,”[/b] Fred asked, smiling all the while. She was genuine about it, as Fred always was. Even if Vince didn’t think much of his own work, for someone like Fred with no artistic talent, she could see the value in his work and as a result, couldn’t help but be interested. Fred smiled as he asked about records and more importantly if she had any new ones. ”Nope! Not recently. Though, I’ve been browsing the Guinness Book of records and some of them don’t sound all that hard.”[/b] She said, partially meaning it and partially joking. Fred had a knack for doing what people told her she couldn’t do. She went out of her way to do what she was told she couldn’t. She was an achiever and if someone gave her a reason to set a goal, she set one and more than accomplished it. It was a skill! ”Have you made any goals recently to try and achieve?”[/b] Fred asked. ”Goals are healthy you know. Ambitions are a positive sign…”[/b] Fred explained. She wasn’t sure if the question was too detached for the sake of the conversation, but Vince was closed and didn’t exactly advertise himself to everyone. Fred found him especially difficult compared to most, in the cheer them up category.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Vincent Kyffin ••
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