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Post by Winifred Ellen Young on Sept 12, 2011 17:30:08 GMT -7
never settle for the path of least resistance
living might mean taking chances… [/b][/color]  WINIFRED YOUNG[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Fred was a busy woman. She was always going place to place, dealing with person after person, and constantly keeping an eye out around the school for those who may need her. She was always a helpful person and her attitude was as positive as they come. Between RSOR (being on the leader’s panel and all), Her Athletics, Her social life, Spying on her little brother and her athletics she was just over all a busy body. She was always go go go and she didn’t mind at all either, seeing as it kept her from boredom.
Fred had once been Amelia Earhart and not a lot had changed. The biggest change was she wasn’t flying and instead spent any moment she had longing for the air and the thrill of flying through the sky. She had hobbies that replicated the feeling but nothing was quite like flying. But that aside, she really wasn’t any different than she was back before she disappeared unexpectedly. She never discussed that topic though, so no one was aware what had happened to her and her navigator. They didn’t need to know and it wasn’t their business as far as Fred was concerned.
Today, she was heading from point A to point B with no scheduled arrival time. She was actually heading back to her dorm room for a bit to work on some homework. That was another thing about Fred, she got ridiculously high grades, managing upper 90s in everything she decided on a whim to take. That on top of her sciences for her new career attempt, caused a lot of workload for the girl. She had foregone all her possible spares and taken classes instead. Fred loved school that much…
Anything, point A to point B…She was coming back from the coffee shop, a coffee in her hand as she walked. The girl had energy coming out her ears and she was downing an extra-large coffee. Kind of made her feel sorry for whoever ended up in her path today. Her standard fashionable outfit made her stand out in the hallway full of dark clothes for those who did happen to look in her direction and to be honest, Fred was well known in the school. She was known for being friendly and social with everyone, even Anti-RSOR who should be her enemies, though she’d hardly call them her friends. But on top of that, everyone was aware that Fred was Leader’s Panel in RSOR if they just listened around a bit…though a lot of the freshmen tended to be oblivious to that fact. Fred liked it that way, since it made for easy conversation and less questioning about RSOR itself from the newbies.
She placed one foot in front of the other heading into the main hall of the school from outside. Her eyes roamed and she stood to the side a moment, letting her eyes adjust to what felt like a really dark room, but was actually decently lit. It was just so sunny outside that her eyes needed to readjust to the lack of light in comparison. So she stood there, letting her eyes do what they needed to. She was in no hurry and was ahead in all her mandatory activities, so she took her dear sweet time, sipping at her coffee as she did so.
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Post by Archer Homer Clark on Sept 15, 2011 8:18:59 GMT -7
 "When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over,
When everything is out, you gotta take it in,"…And the Main Hall was just like the stairs, except less crowded. Why was Archer surprised? Sure, there were plenty less people, a fact that made him sigh a bit in relief, but it seemed to be just as loud, at least, to him. Most people probably weren’t affected by it, but for someone who relied completely on sound and touch to navigate… It was quite disorienting, honestly, though not nearly as bad as some other places he had encountered. Maybe the room had a high ceiling? That would explain it, as it could be echoing in here, and that would explain the noise… Honestly, it didn’t matter. Just that it was irritating.
There seemed to be a gap in the noise, or, at least, in the people, up ahead, and Archer sighed in relief, heading towards that area. And oh, it smelled like coffee? Ah, probably someone was standing there, then, and people were being polite and going around them? Or… something like that? Really, it was a tad hard to figure things out, sometimes, without having visual cues, so Archer had to be doubly observant, though he supposed he could be totally wrong, at times. Like that one time in middle school when he thought he had bumped into his mom, and it really was his teacher’s wife… Yeah, good times.
Either way, would whoever who was in that space let him join them? At least for a moment, so he could catch his bearings? In a place as big as this main hall, it was quite easy for him to lose track of where he was, and, honestly, the former Greek had no idea where he was, in relation to the rest of the building. He wasn’t heading in a particular direction, per se, but he was heading towards the library or his dorm, whichever he happened upon first. Or, at least, the direction for it. …His thoughts were a tad confusing, even to himself, sometimes.
Tapping his cane, he happened upon a foot, where the smell of coffee seemed the strongest, so perhaps this was where the clearing was? Yes, it certainly seemed that way, so thank goodness. “Excuse me?” he asked, speaking up and facing the direction of said person. “Could you maybe tell us where we are in relation to the rest of the Hall?” Maybe by the stairs? Or the far left wall? Honestly, he had absolutely no clue… It was why he tended to try to stay away from the large main areas, especially when there were plenty of kids going through them, as he often ended up completely lost. Hopefully the person would be willing to help… [/size] ~~~~~~
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Post by Winifred Ellen Young on Sept 15, 2011 20:15:09 GMT -7
never settle for the path of least resistance
living might mean taking chances… [/b][/color] WINIFRED YOUNG[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Fred hadn’t really expected a blind boy to approach her. Hell, she didn’t know about any blind students at Riverdale. And it was evident naturally, by the cane that bumped up against her shoe. She didn’t mind of course, it was his way of finding his way around. And had she been more attentive she could have alerted him much sooner to her presence. Fred felt bad a moment for not having said anything but caught herself…no need to feel bad about it. She could just talk to him now after all. Feeling bad about anything was just not something Fred like to feel and often she had to relook at an issue so she could remember that there was no reason behind the feeling. This was one of those times.
”Of course I can!”
[/b] Fred said, her smile colouring her tone. ”If you were to walk in from outside, we are on the left side of the hall, off to the side. It’s several yards to the right side. And the flights of stairs run on both sides. Though, there is a hallway if you turn right from where you are standing that leads to anywhere on the first floor,”[/b] She explained, looking around as she said everything and trying to make sure her description was as accurate as possible. However, she was no artist and certainly not used to explaining the visuals of a layout to anyone. What she was good at was navigating though, and it was easy enough for her to give directions to someone who could see the land marks and understand the verbal directions from a visual perspective. So this was a bit new to her. Fred liked new things. She was always looking for something unique to do and this was something unique to her alright. ”Is there anywhere particular I can direct you to? If I knew where you were trying to go perhaps I could give you better directions,”[/b] she said, not offering to go with him, and assuming since he asked for a layout that perhaps he wasn’t even sure where he was going. She also subconsciously had worked out that he had been blind for a while, given the fact that he was navigating on his own. And that meant that he could manage for himself and didn’t need her to walk him around like a puppy… ”I am Winifred Young. Fred or Winnie is fine…I am a Junior here. Is it safe to assume you are a Freshman?”[/b] She asked cheerfully. Fred was friendly to anyone and introduced herself to anyone if given the chance. She was a social butterfly and most people in the school already recognized her red hair and her positive attitude from miles away. She was well known throughout Riverdale and perfectly okay with that. She was an achiever in all areas of her life and people noticed that. Fred took a sip of her coffee as she awaited a response from the boy. He seemed pleasant enough and she couldn’t help but feel like life would be an adventure to him. Walking around with no eyes would leave a lot to the brain to work out to move about. She also imagined new places being explored required ten times more exploration blind than with your eyes. She made a note to explore the next indoor location she could, with the lights off first. It sounded like a fun idea, though she wasn’t sure he would call that fun so much as just life.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Archer Clark ••
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Post by Archer Homer Clark on Sept 17, 2011 13:23:19 GMT -7
"When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over,
When everything is out, you gotta take it in," Archer was, honestly, quite relieved that the now-identified-as-girl didn’t make fun of him or act as if he were weird that he asked such a question. Did most people expect him to be telepathic, or something? To know exactly where he was, even though the walls were very far apart, and there were lots and lots of people around? Thankfully, she didn’t, and was instead quite agreeable, describing the Hall very thoroughly, enough that Archer could get a picture… Well, you get the idea. A semblance of where of he was, at least, and where he needed to go if he wanted to go a certain direction. “Thank you,” he told the girl, smiling as he tried to figure out where he would be heading…
Blinking in surprise at her question, Archer shook his head. “I’m not really heading anywhere,” he replied in the negative, though, really, it was quite nice of her to ask. “Just trying to get away from the masses.” Ah, hopefully that didn’t offend her, or anything! She could be adverse to being included, though she really wasn’t, in the so-called ‘masses’… But he couldn’t really apologize, if she didn’t say anything to indicate that she was particularly displeased, because that would simply be awkward! Not that he didn’t feel that way, currently, nope…
Fred? She must be at least slightly tomboyish, Archer deduced, to have a male name as her nickname. Not that nicknames were always indicative of things, for there was this one kid back home that had called him ‘Homie’, as if he were some sort of rapper, but considering that she had offered up usage of said nickname, she must be fond of it, which indicated the fact that she was tomboyish, once again. …He really needed to turn off his observant brain, sometimes, didn’t he?
“I’m Archer, Archer Clark, but you can call me Homer, if you want.” Honestly, he preferred usage of the name from his former life, but some people didn’t want to call him such, so he wouldn’t make them. It would never do to make someone do something that they didn’t want to, and, besides, more people associated ‘Homer’ with that cartoon instead of the poet. It was quite annoying, really… “Ah, yes, I am,” he replied to her question after his grade. “Is it really that obvious?” After all, he hadn’t asked for directions, and even when he was like a junior at this school, he would probably still have to ask where exactly he was, when on the grounds or in this hall. …Then again, people (like his mother) had told him that he was short, and, generally, smaller people were younger… ~~~~~~
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Post by Winifred Ellen Young on Sept 20, 2011 7:35:51 GMT -7
never settle for the path of least resistance
living might mean taking chances… [/b][/color] WINIFRED YOUNG[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Fred found the other boy rather intriguing truth be told. She already had a million questions she wanted to ask him. How did he get around? Did he count steps just like they imply in books and movies? Were his other senses that dramatic by comparison? Hell she would love to be able to test the distance of his hearing!! Or even see if he could taste the distinct ingredients in a meal. She also figured this bordered on inhumane so she tried to kick the thoughts from her brain, but if she ever became close enough to the boy she may actually ask her questions. She was half tempted to ask them right now…actually, given the time she just might.
She tried to refrain from asking for now. ”Oh! It’s not a problem,”
[/b] Fred said in response to his thanks. ”Do you get disoriented in a room often?”[/b] she asked, the question just sort of slipping out. Fred caught herself, her tone lowering a bit at the end. ”If you don’t mind me asking…”[/b] She added on, the combination of her slightly lowered tone at the end, when noticing her own little mistake, with the second attachment implying that she was uncertain if the question was appropriate. Fred laughed at his response of trying to avoid the masses. ”Aren’t we all? The halls tend to get busy at certain times of the day and it’s just easier to stay clear of them if you can. Even on days when classes are not running.” Fred explained. She didn’t see the implication that he possibly didn’t want to be around her. He had approached her after all. Fred never actually thought about her nickname anymore. When she was a small child her parents had called her Winnie. But as she got older, and became more active, she became more and more a Fred instead of a Winnie. Her family consisted of 5 boys and Fred. Growing up with 4 older brothers and a younger brother had made Fred into quite the athlete but also made her apathetic to dirt, grime and other such problems. She was for all intensive purposes, a tom boy. But hearing the other boy introduce himself brought some questions to the surface and some of the reasoning behind her own nickname. Homer more particularly as a nickname had caught Fred’s attention. Now Homer could be his nickname for several reasons, and Fred didn’t even consider that it may be the boy’s middle name. The two main reasons that came to mind was Homer Simpson, or Homer the Greek writer. So either he was a goof or he was scholarly. Fred had a feeling it was the second one, but she could be totally, wrong as she had just met the boy, so she decided it was best to ask. ”Homer? As in Ancient Greek Homer or Homer Simpson?”[/b] she asked for clarification. She found the Iliad and Odyssey were fascinating but for now held back on commenting on it, unsure of if it was even relevant. Fred smiled at his response to her freshman question. ”Well, for me it is. See, I know almost everyone in the school by name and face, but I tend to be a bit rough remembering the names of the new freshmen. I also would have noticed by now if a blind student was walking around and is in any other year,”[/b] She explained. ”If you hadn’t been a freshman, as a rule, I would have approached you and introduced myself by now,”[/b] Fred explained. The only freshman Fred had no intention of introducing herself to was Kodi Chandler, but that was for other reasons. The two didn’t really need to be introduced and from their respective positions there wasn’t even a possibility of that going well. ”You also look younger, though, some seniors don’t look like seniors, so I can’t really tell by that 100%,”[/b] Fred added, not meaning any offense and just being candid.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Archer Clark ••
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Post by Archer Homer Clark on Oct 2, 2011 18:19:22 GMT -7
"When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over,
When everything is out, you gotta take it in," Archer smiled slightly at her question. “Ah, it’s fine. It depends on the room, though,” he explained, a tad bemused, as he had never had that question asked of him before. “Big ones like this, I can’t just stay by the wall to tap my way around, so yes, but normally, no,” he told her, punctuating his explanation with a shrug. It was fairly simple if you thought about it, though. The poet was definitely used to being blind, after all, and it was only when there was too many people or a too large room that he became even the slightest disoriented. Otherwise, he was just plain lost.
Nodding his head slightly as he considered her explanation, Archer tucked that piece of information away. His previous school had not been that large, at least, not with masses of students to the extent that this one was, so it was good knowledge. He should probably find out what times that it was most busy, and then program them into his watch… But that was a note to remember for later. The poet kind of felt it would be something weird to ask, and it shouldn’t be too hard to figure out the times, simply by remaining on the sidelines. Underprepared, he was not.
“Alright, I’ll have to remember that, then,” Archer simply told her in response, smiling. “Thank you.” He was glad that she hadn’t taken his words as an insult, but years of trying to be diplomatic towards petty nobles back in his Greek days had made him paranoid that any little comment he could make would be twisted against him. Thankfully, people in this life seemed less likely to do that, but it was probably because he really didn’t have any standing this time.
Making an automatic face at the mention of the cartoon that bore his name, Archer quickly explained which. “The blind Greek poet, for sure,” he told Fred, shuddering internally at the thought of being named after such a vile cartoon (at least, it sounded that way from what he had heard of it). “I’d much rather have my Achilles and Odysseus than the Simpsons, any day,” Archer added, pronouncing the Greek names flawlessly, as they came quite naturally to him, of course. Even if they were not people that he had written about in the past, and he was just someone who read up on them, he couldn’t imagine picking the cartoon over the poetry anyway.
Oh… That made a lot of sense. Archer took in her explanation and found it quite solid, and so nodded slightly, approving. “I see… I was just hoping that I didn’t stick out like a sore thumb,” he told her, before chuckling lightly and tacking on another sentence. “That is, more than normal.” After all, it was extremely hard to blend in when one was blind, and it was always hard to even tell if you had successfully blended in. Chuckling lightly at her comment, he spoke up. “Yes, I have gotten that before, I had simply hoped that I had outgrown it.” There was nothing he could really comment on the ‘looking younger’ for seniors part, though, seeing as he didn’t even know what a human being looked like, much less how to differentiate between ages.
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Post by Winifred Ellen Young on Oct 4, 2011 13:40:27 GMT -7
never settle for the path of least resistance
living might mean taking chances… [/b][/color] WINIFRED YOUNG[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Fred smiled widely, pleased he didn’t take offense and noted the smile. He didn’t mind the question and more so, he seemed almost amused by it. At least by her judgement. ”Okay, so big rooms are the worst for it. So the small rooms don’t bother you at all. How do you know where you are going exactly though? I mean, the rest of us use our eyes to get around. So you logically use smell, hearing and touch. Hence, the way the cane works. But is it all memory? And do the television shows lie on the counting steps?”
[/b] Fred asked, realizing she was assaulting the poor boy with questions. ”Sorry, I am just curious. If I am being to invasive, just let me know. I tend to get carried away…”[/b] she explained. ”Don’t hesitate to tell me to back off!”[/b] She added on. Fred was intellectual and always searching for information and knowledge. She wanted to know more and could never know enough. She thirsted for knowledge almost as much as she wanted to get back into a plane and fly. Almost but no quite. She’d ditch education altogether to get into a plane again…and stay there. Fred grinned widely. ”No problem. If you have any questions, just send them my way. I am always open to help if someone needs it. I tend to almost haunt the school…I spend a lot of time on campus, running around and doing this and that.”[/b] Fred explained. She didn’t mention what, but she was on several teams, helped operate RSOR and academically was pretty unmatched. Well, that wasn’t true, but she was the most well rounded academically. Fred had a lot on her plate and yet still had room for everyone who wanted to hang out or talk with her. It was a skill. Fred laughed at the face he made at the mention of Homer Simpson. ”I gathered that from your expression. Okay, Homer Simpson, not a great topic for you. I was wondering how that could even apply to you…”[/b] She said, shrugging. ”Really? So you have a huge interest in Ancient Greek Mythology?”[/b] she asked, her excitement growing. Of course, her use of the term myth here referred to a traditional story about early history and explaining the natural order of things. It didn’t meant she perceived the as mere stories. ”Personally I am keen on the story in the Odyssey. Odysseus is an interesting character, not to mention I like the trials he goes through. I can’t say I am super schooled with regard to Greek History, or even just basic Greek Life back in those times, but I certainly enjoyed the stories I have been told. I read that one for a class on Greek Mythology I took not long ago. My teacher in Grade 8 talked about it. She was a fanatic.”[/b] Fred explained. When using Odysseus’ name she pronounced it incorrectly, then again, most people did pronounce Greek Words incorrectly. Fred smiled widely at his comment of him sticking out. ”Well, you stand out naturally because you are not using your eyes. But I can assure you people don’t think too much about it and will adjust quickly enough to your being here. Everyone here is too busy with their own lives most of the time,”[/b] she explained, with a shrug. She didn’t even consider that he couldn’t see the shrug. Fred smiled at his comment of outgrowing his younger look. ”Give it a couple of years?”[/b] She laughed. ”Looking young is not a bad thing. Think of it this way. When the rest of us are in our 60s we will all look ancient. And you will look like you are in your 40s?”[/b] Fred laughed. ”Though, I may be wrong,”[/b] She added with another shrug.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Archer Clark ••
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Post by Archer Homer Clark on Oct 9, 2011 6:57:02 GMT -7
"When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over,
When everything is out, you gotta take it in," The barrage of questions startled the freshman, and Archer blinked for a moment, before grinning lightly. Most of the time, when he was asked questions, it was ‘How do you cope? How did you get blind? Oh, you poor thing!’ Not all of the specifics, which were honestly things he didn’t mind answering. This was more like a debate/discussion than anything else, which the poet found himself enjoying, as a throwback from his previous life. He hadn’t spent much time on intelligent discussions here, except maybe with a teacher, so Fred was definitely in his good books for bringing out the scholarly side of him.
“Well, most rooms are set up the same way, and usually when I’m going into one I’ve never been before, it’s with other people, so I follow the crowd if I don’t know where to go,” Archer explained to her, bringing forth the things that just seemed so natural to him. “It wouldn’t matter for, say, a classroom, because I could just find a desk. After awhile though, I tend to memorize where everything is. It’s why I like to explore the building when I can, so I’m not in new territory if I ever end up there.” It felt kind of… odd, to explain things like this, when they were just his everyday life. Like trying to explain to someone else how exactly you brushed your teeth. Weird.
The second question gave him a bit of a pause, though, and he thought it over for a moment. “If I’ve been somewhere before, it’s mostly memory, but if I haven’t, then I tend to use those. If the sounds echo more, I’m in a big room or one with high ceilings, I can tell if it’s a nice place or an okay place by the quality of the furniture or the walls, and the smells are kind of a warning sign: Food ahead, or steer clear of the Chem lab today.” He chuckled lightly after this, both at the next question, and the fact that his nose had actually helped him out like that before. It did pay off, having slightly better senses than normal. “Counting steps? I’ve never been one to do that. It’s sort of how even if you’re busy with something and completely distracted, you still know your way around places you’ve been, simply because it’s instinct.” Hm, that was a bit weird of an explanation… “Do you get what I’m saying?”
Archer’s eyes widened slightly, and he quickly put out a denial. “No, no, you’re fine! I like answering good questions, and yours are all fine ones. They’re honestly things I’ve never really had to think about, so it’s a bit fun for me.” Yes, yes, he was a bit of a nerd, or geek, whatever you wanted to call him. Considering his occupation, though, it was probably a given, and the former Greek really didn’t care. Smiling a bit at her next statement, the poet was quite happy she had informed him of that. True, he would have to find her, but it would be nice to have someone he could ask questions of. Most of the people here were quite nice, though, but still. “I’ll come your way with my incessant questions, then,” he told her brightly, knowing that they definitely would come.
Ruefully admitting that maybe he did look a bit funny, Archer spoke up with an explanation. “I’ve just gotten a lot of Simpsons jokes headed my way, and it gets old after awhile,” he told her, grimacing internally at some of the really lame ones that ran through his mind. Like Spider-Pig. Hades knew what that one had been about! His usual smile growing into a slight grin at her enthusiasm, the poet quickly replied in the positive. “Definitely! I actually…” His grin turned a bit sheepish, but he plowed onward. “I’ve kind of memorized both of Homer’s stories, and a few other myths…” And believed them, not calling them myths, but he knew that would get people thinking he was strange. So he’d keep that to himself.
His grin shrunk just slightly into a smile as she mangled the name of the hero from the Odyssey. “It’s Odysseus,” he was quick to speak up with, as soon as she finished talking, though he was quite careful to be polite, enunciating each syllable quite clearly. It was one of his pet peeves, people mispronouncing the names, but he definitely didn’t want a little thing like that getting in the way of his fascinating conversation. Brightening back up, though he hoped it really hadn’t been noticeable that he had ‘darkened’ at all, Archer grinned once more. “Your teacher sounds quite fun!” he told her, internally wishing that he could’ve maybe come here earlier and met her. She sounded like someone he’d definitely get along with, though it was probably best he hadn’t taken a Greek Mythology class. “I’m kind of an expert at Greek Life and Greek History,” Homer explained to Fred, though he was somewhat sheepish once more, as that was not exactly the kind of hobby one admitted it. “Diet, leaders, servants, traveling routes, growth of the empire, you name it.” Though he definitely knew the history of the time before he died way more than afterwards, because the records in his time were far more detailed than what people knew today. By Poseidon, they kept getting his birth era wrong!
Slightly relieved at her explanation, Archer slightly inclined his head. “Ah, good, I was hoping to not have a bunch of attention.” Nice to know that people tended to more keep to themselves, annoyances-wise, unlike the people at his former school. True, he had been quite young when he switched over to them, though… Chuckling at her comment, the poet grinned, merriment dancing in his un-seeing eyes. “I don’t think it works like that, though I would much appreciate it if it did.” He paused for a moment, and then added on another comment. “And I really hope it wouldn’t become that large of an age gap.” That would be kind of weird…
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Post by Winifred Ellen Young on Oct 30, 2011 7:20:48 GMT -7
never settle for the path of least resistance
living might mean taking chances… [/b][/color] WINIFRED YOUNG[/size][/b] ====================================[/center][/color] Fred had always been a forthright person. She was used to just getting out there asking questions, charging head first into things and somehow mostly staying out of trouble. She was one of those people who was really good at a lot of things and pretty good at almost everything else. She was a talented young Lady and intelligent so her curiosity had just formed questions accordingly. Her nature wasn’t to not ask questions, but instead to voice her thoughts or curiosity and get an answer. How was anyone to learn and understand anything If they didn’t ask questions?
Fred didn’t really care so much how Archer was blind and she certainly didn’t pity him. Blind people got around on their own just fine a lot of the time. Many of them were born that way and yes, sometimes accidents happened, but they could live just like anyone else. Why pity a blind person? Do we pity people with ADHD? Or pity people born with a missing limb? Some do, but mostly people accommodated for what those people needed. Which is what humans did for anyone to be honest…Humans accommodate for differences once they can get over the fact that those differences are not a big deal and doesn’t make those people something non-human. Right now it was a movement for gay rights. Before there was racism and she’d been there for a lot of that. And disabilities also became something to accommodate for, and more recently mental ones. It was all positive movements in Humanity, but movements and evolution take time, and Fred understood that even more being a Reincarnate and having seen the difference a century can bring.
”I guess that is true. The average room in a particular building will have similarities to the other rooms. And I guess they do arrange classrooms pretty uniformly. Not to mention the dorms are definitely all the same…”
[/b] Fred considered. ”Following the crowd? I bet that one has failed you more than a couple times…I guess you learn to find your way back as well. That would make sense. So what if you enter a new room and no one is really there. What do you do then? Just walk around and try to figure out the room? If so it must make life a puzzle sometimes…sounds entertaining and frustrating at the same time,”[/b] Fred offered with a laugh. She of course was far from making fun of him for it. She just thought the idea of having to adventure everyday was amazing. ”There’d be no end to the adventures!”[/b] Fred added with a large grin that hopefully Archer could hear since he couldn’t see it. Fred considered a moment. ”So the you can determine the state of the furniture with just touch too?”[/b] Fred thought about it a moment. ”I would need to see it to know its age or approximate make I think. I’ve never tried just touching one to find out. I should try that…”[/b] Fred said, making note to try doing that sometime soon, preferably with a piece of furniture she didn’t know well. Of course, Fred still sometimes had issues with the price of things in today’s world, often estimating much lower than the price is because of the way it had been in the past. She often had to remind herself that a penny didn’t get you anything in today’s world. Fred chuckled at the lab comment too. ”So touch is to better understand your surroundings, smell gives you preventative warnings. And hearing allows you to determine people and sometimes distance or size of a room. Kind of neat that you rely on so many senses, when the rest of us just look and do. I think your method makes for a better living experience. I am going to try using my other senses more consciously! Maybe it will make a difference…Or maybe my eyes will hamper a chance to try and I guess ‘see’ things your way.”[/b] Fred said, loving the idea of giving it a try. She just wanted to understand this boy more than she already did. How can you be friends with someone if you don’t completely understand them? Meeting new people meant trying to understand their perspective. Fred considered the instinct thing too. Instinct is a strange thing. Sometimes it works in our favour and sometimes it doesn’t. But I guess what you are saying is like when I recognize something and can’t always place where from but memory tries to remember and remind me. You on the other hand when you enter a space you have been, your instincts do the recognizing. That’s kind of a cool phenomenon. I guess you’re instincts can be considered an enhanced sense too then?”[/b] She asked for confirmation. Fred smiled, glad to hear he didn’t mind all her questions. ”If people didn’t ask questions we wouldn’t understand or learn. I figure this gives me a better understanding of you. I am sure I’ll come up with more later to ask…”[/b] Fred laughed. She knew that a question for a question was only fair, and Fred knew a lot about the school compared to many. That was because she was always running around and talking with just about everyone. She knew almost everyone in the school and she also was really good in her classes. Some people came to her for help on homework and she was more than willing to help out when people needed her. ”Sounds good! Anything about the school, people or even your classes and I’ll see what I can do.”[/b] Fred offered. Fred paused a moment and then considered, ”Want me to program my cell number into your phone? I am not sure how you go about getting to your numbers but that way you can call me if you do have any questions and we can either get together and chat for a bit or you can just ask and go about your day. Up to you if you want it. Honestly, if you wanted to find me you can generally stop someone and ask and they at least have an idea of where or know someone who has my number if they don’t have it themselves.”[/b] Fred added with a smile. She was always as accommodating as possible and that was just meant to help. Fred looked surprised at his admission of having memorized Homer’s stories and then reminded herself that he did rely on memory so he’d probably just read them so many times that they stuck and good. ”Wow! So you must have read them a lot. Or had them read to you…or both!”[/b] Fred said, sounding impressed. ”Excellent choice of reading…”[/b] She added. Fred paused a moment when he corrected her pronunciation and that was the first sign. Fred was a recruiter for RSOR for a reason and something in her just responded to the way he said the name and the way he had reacted to her bad pronunciation. She had noted the way his smile had faltered and the correction was immediate. She started thinking of this more like a recruitment now that something had cropped up that had sent her instincts flaring. She tried to recall what she knew of Homer in History and Homer in front of her. So far he had given her the nickname Homer…which was because of the Historical man Homer. He had corrected her on Odysseus’s name and he had memorized all of Homer’s tales. Only one problem cropped up in Fred’s mind…had Homer really existed at all? Without missing a beat Fred grinned, ”My bad. I guess I’ve been pronouncing it wrong for some time. So it’s Odysseus?”[/b] she said, saying it exactly as he had. Fred grinned widely, ”Where did you learn the correct pronunciation. All my teachers have always spoken it like that…Do you maybe know something of Latin?”[/b] Fred inquired. ”I considered taking Latin classes, I really should do that! I’ll put it on the list!”[/b] Fred added with a wide grin. Fred logged that one away as well. He was an expert at Greek Life and Greek History…That also pointed toward Homer. ”A lot of that information has been lost hasn’t it? I mean, we can gather a basic understanding from the writings but a lot of them do not write about life as it was. We also have artifacts and stories carved in stone using pictures to go off of…How did you learn all of that!?”[/b] Fred asked. She realized that it was more than possible to get all that information as it exists today from books and those sorts of things. But for some reason she didn’t see them converting all that information to Braille, so logically he had to have someone else read it to him. Was that the case? The more she thought about it the more suspicious it sounded to her. Fred was amused by his response to her age comment. Sometimes people did get older and look a lot older spontaneously instead of looking young like they had most of their life. And some of those initially older looking people never really changed. Fred laughed, ”No, age doesn’t always work like that. I can agree.”[/b] Fred found his concerns amusing enough. ”well either way, looking young or old, age doesn’t matter much here…Freshman are friends with Seniors, Sophomores with Juniors, Juniors with Freshman…it’s normal enough here to be friends with anyone regardless of grade. It just sort of happens. Riverdale is a bit strange like that…”[/b] Fred added smiling. RSOR and Anti-RSOR meant that to the school she could at least admit. With RSOR having connections between all grades and Anti-RSOR taking anyone it could, people just became friends with anyone that fit into their status bracket or their beliefs on the clubs. It was a horrible divide but it had produced some unusual friendships.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color] ==================================== [/color] •• Tag • Archer Clark ••
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•• Outfit • CLICK ••
•• Lyrics • "I Hope you Dance" by Lee Ann Womack ••
•• Notes • o.o It sort of ended up way longer than I anticipated. Sorry about that...don't be daunted by it's size. ••
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