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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Sept 1, 2010 14:11:44 GMT -7
Oliver Winchester had always loved science, even as a child. He liked to know how things worked. Science always provided clear and concrete answers to his questions. It also didn't require him to check and recheck his work the way that English did. He'd never been a huge fan of the subject. He could read and write well enough, of course, it just never captured his interest for long. Even in his past life, his younger sister had to nag him to write his own autobiography, and even then he simply hired someone else to write it. High school was going to be a new experience. He could tell already. He'd never thought there were others like him; who were other people in previous lifetimes. It had vaguely occurred to him that if he was reincarnated, others would have to be too, but imagine his surprise when he learned that his high school was populated with several such people. He'd recently been invited to join the RSOR, a secret society for reincarnations such as himself. He had yet to attend a meeting, but the excitement built every day he thought about it. Of course, the science teacher started out by employing lab partners. Oliver, in some ways, considered this silly. Why exactly did they have to partner up for their work, and why could they not choose their partners on their own? Then, as he thought about it, he recalled that his own triumphs in his previous lifetime were as a result of a partnership. Yeah, that one shut him up a bit. "Kimiya Waldor." Oliver read. His partner would be a girl, something that had his heart beating an extra few beats per minute. It wasn't that he didn't like girls - far from it! The general idea of working with someone he'd never met was cause for a bit of nervousness in poor Oliver, but a partner of the female persuasion? The only female he was really close to was his older sister, and that was different than a girl his own age, in his own peer group. What if he screwed something up and made a fool of himself? He thought about what his own older sister would say to him - she'd likely tell him to get over it and go on like normal. Truthfully, it wasn't like him to dwell on the negatives. So Oliver ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook and began to fold a paper airplane. This, at least, would keep him distracted until the time where he really needed to worry. Of course, even this he couldn't go about in the normal fashion. He began to add additional folds to the wings that he thought might make it fly better. If he added a fold that he didn't like, he would unfold it and then fold it a different way. Soon, he was lost to the world around him, and would likely only be brought back to reality by the sound of his partner approaching. On the bright side, at least he wasn't worrying anymore. Word count: 518 To: Kimiya/Jaycie! Thoughts: Sorry if it sucks. :/
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Post by jaycie on Sept 1, 2010 21:52:21 GMT -7
Kimaya loved science – any kind, it didn't matter. Biology, chemistry, physics – though she was still young for that one – she loved it. A part of her knew that it wouldn't be considered “cool” to like science, but the other, rational part of her didn't care. She had never really cared for popularity, so why would she strive for it at her new school? Wasn't it better for her to just be herself, and find friends who didn't care that she was a little bit geeky? Of course, for it to become known that she considered herself to be somewhat of a geek, she would probably have to talk to someone, and the likelihood of that happening was slim. Or so she thought, anyway, until the teacher started handing out slips of paper with names on them, explaining that these would be their lab partners. She had never had a problem accomplishing anything on her own before, so she didn't really think it was fair that she was being forced to work with someone she had never met on the first day at her new school. It was abuse towards shy kids. Forcing them together to work with someone they have never met was a good way to traumatize them for life. This one class could be the reason she hates all science in the future, and what if she was destined to invent the cure to some currently incurable disease or something. But being forced to work with someone she doesn't know turned Maya completely away from all sciences, and so she never finds the cure. The teacher could be changing the entire course of her future right now. Maya took the slip of paper she was being handed apprehensively, and read the name written on it. ”Who is Oliver Winchester?” she asked herself, not recognizing the name at all. She looked around the room, hoping that someone who looked like an Oliver would jump out at her. This was ridiculous. Kimaya didn't particularly want to be partners with anyone she had never met, but she would have been much more comfortable if her partner had been a girl. After everything that had happened with her brother, she found it really hard to trust any males she came across, particularly males her age or even a few years older. There was no point in growing close to someone – or even talking to them really – when they were just going to abandon you when they found someone more worth their time. Sighing, she asked the teacher to point out her new partner to her. She followed his gaze to a boy who was busy folding a paper airplane Wonderful, he was that type of boy. Probably a trouble maker, folding the plane in order to disrupt the class in some way or another. Kimaya was very tempted to turn back to the teacher and ask for another partner, but shook her head, knowing it was pointless. Instead, she walked over to the table and placed her books on it carefully. ”I'm Kimaya,” she said quietly, then sat down and pulled out the book she was currently reading, not really expecting an answer. The Words: 537 The Tag: Oliver/Mandee The Notes: haha, she rambles. xP
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Sept 1, 2010 22:16:06 GMT -7
It was amazing how a simple project could take up so much of a boy's attention. He wasn't just like this with paper airplanes, of course - That would be silly. Any of his projects, whether taking things apart or making them, involved much attention on his part. His father had boggled at the fact that he hadn't heard his mother calling him for dinner when he was busy wrecking his father's presentation for the office the following day at age seven. There was no malice behind this action, of course. Oliver simply did it because he was curious as to why the computer functioned the way that it did. Ruining his father's presentation was an unfortunate side effect, and one that he regretted muchly. There was, however, another reason for Oliver's temporary absence from the planet Earth. Even though he was clearly working on something that required attention on his part, another part of his mind was elsewhere, working on a different little flying toy in the middle of class. This was a habit he'd picked up during his past life too, and he distinctly recalled working on such toys in classes back then as well. He was putting the finishing touches on his paper airplane when he heard a voice directed toward him. He gave a slight jolt in his seat, a clear indication that he'd been abruptly brought back to reality after an extended vacation within his own mind. As the girl introduced herself, realization dawned on Oliver. So this was his lab partner. She looked nice enough, though she didn't really have much to say. Oliver wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Was she simply apprehensive around strangers, as he was, or was she giving him the cold shoulder because she did not like him? He intended to find out as soon as possible. "I'm Oliver."[/color] The boy replied with a small smile, placing the paper airplane he'd constructed on top of the rest of his books. He would test it out later. It wasn't as though he'd get valuable information about his design if he put it in flight in the middle of a crowded classroom. Not that the classroom was entirely full, but it was filling in quite nicely. Honestly, he was the type who would toss around paper airplanes to disrupt class, but this one was different. This one needed to be tested first. "What's that you're reading?" He questioned, trying to make conversation. It was tough in a new school surrounded by people he'd never met, but it was also be rude not to try to communicate with this girl. They were pretty much forced to, really. It wasn't as though they could accurately do partnered work without communicating in some form. He wondered why on Earth the teacher was doing this. He could do work just fine on his own, without having to worry about some girl hating him because he accidentally set the lab on fire or something. He doubted that it would happen, of course, but the idea crossed his mind. The corners of his mouth also twitched slightly at the thought. Well, it would be pretty funny if it did happen. And it carried the added bonus of getting them dismissed from class early. Somehow he doubted that the girl beside him would feel the same way, however. Word count: 568 To: Kimiya/Jaycie! Thoughts: Shooooooooort.
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Post by jaycie on Sept 4, 2010 17:06:44 GMT -7
Really, Maya was just being polite when she had introduced herself. The last thing she expected was a reply. People, especially boys, didn't usually go out of their way to talk to her. She really didn't expect this boy – Oliver – to be any different. Surprisingly he did talk to her. She smiled back carefully as he introduced himself to her. Growing up home schooled all her life, she wasn't really used to spending much time with boys her own age, but she had heard stories about high school. She had watched all the movies, read all the books; she knew just how cruel high school kids could be, and she didn't want to fall into any traps, especially on her first day. Oliver seemed nice enough, though, if not somewhat strange. What kind of kid folds a paper airplane, only to set it aside instead of tossing it at someone, after all? Maya's experience with her brother, especially when he was the age she is now, had led her to assume that boys like to throw things at people, but her new lab partner seemed to be disproving her theory. It threw Maya off a bit when he kept trying to talk to her, even though she was clearly sending off signals she wanted to be left alone. Clearly he was persistent. She studied him for a minute before answering. Yes, it was rude, and yes, she knew she was being rude. But she was also being cautious. After all, she didn't know if Oliver really wanted to know what she was reading, of if he was just.... Oh, she was being paranoid again. Jason was constantly telling her that she worried too much, that she made things more complicated than they were. She remembered one time in particular – Mom and Dad had gone in to town, and left Jason in charge. They were supposed to be doing their homework – Mom wanted it to be done when she returned home – but Jason wanted to skip the homework, and go swimming in the creek out back. Maya had thought it sounded like so much fun, but she had to think of all the different ways it could end before they could go. By the time Kimaya had finally agreed, Mom and Dad were home. Not only did they miss out on a fun hour of swimming in the creek, her parents were mad at them for not having their homework finished. That was the first time Jason had told her that she needed to live a little, and stop worrying so much about what everyone tried to tell her. Of course, this was before he left her because he was “too cool” for his sister anymore. Maya never did take his advice, which brought her back to not trusting random boys she came across. After a lot of thought (too much probably – had she really been thinking for that long? She hoped he didn't think she was strange or something) Kimaya decided that Oliver was genuine in his attempts to make small talk. Smiling lightly, she showed him the cover of the book she was reading. ”It's The Vampire Diaries,” she answered, blushing slightly. ”I know, its kind of lame, but my parents aren't fond of the idea of vampires, so I've never gotten to read any of the popular vampire books.”The Words: 568 The Tag: Oliver/Mandee The Notes: eck, sorry for the wait.
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Sept 4, 2010 19:34:04 GMT -7
Oliver didn't have much of a problem with talking to people one on one. He never had, in either of his lifetimes. It was talking in front of groups of people that bothered him. He would never approach one of the cliques in the school on his own, for example. He hated the very idea of standing up and giving a speech in front of the class. Despite the fact he was famous in a previous life, he'd refused to give public speeches even then. Kimiya was only one person, however. And even though she was a girl, Oliver could manage small talk. Small talk was totally fine. While he was a tad nervous, he could push that aside in order to be polite. He'd completely missed any signals that Kimiya was sending out, to be honest. He just knew that he was raised in both lifetimes to be polite, and he wasn't about to let that slip because he was a little nervous. The teen nodded as the girl revealed what she was reading. The Vampire Diaries. He'd heard of it, of course - It just never really suited his fancy. He wasn't that type of person. In fact, he didn't watch much TV in general. The internet completely and utterly fascinated him, though. "Well, you have to take advantage of what you have."Though Oliver's parents were still in Riverdale, he didn't feel as bound to their influence. At home, he'd never really felt as though he could be himself. He still couldn't, to some extent, but at least the RSOR meetings offered a break from that. "Think my parents would kill me if they knew I was making paper airplanes in class. Not that it's a big deal compared to some of the...other stuff I've done." Oliver grinned sheepishly at this point. What he'd done in the past went beyond simple childhood mischief. He was capable of doing things with machinery that no elementary school child should be capable of doing. It wasn't as though he came across as a genius in any other fashion either. He had average grades, spoke fairly normally (with the exception of a few outdated words that seemed to come out of nowhere), but could modify machines, and even make machines from scratch. He had experience, of course, but it was all from his past life, so it seemed to everyone else that this talent had come out of nowhere. At least in his past life, it had been a family trait. His brother, of course, had the trait, as well as his mother and maternal grandfather. "What do you think of this school so far?"[/color] He continued to make conversation. It came to him easier now that she'd responded in kind to his questions. Word count: 479 To: Kimiya/Jaycie! Thoughts: Shoooooooooooort.
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Post by jaycie on Sept 7, 2010 20:42:12 GMT -7
Kimaya had always had trust issues. She didn't know where they stemmed from, but she often became overwhelmingly frightened when she came across someone she didn't know. Oliver wasn't causing these feelings just yet, but she was starting to get a slight feeling of unease in the pit of her stomach. There was no reason for it – she couldn't understand what was causing this. The more questions he asked her, however, the more the feeling grew. She often thought her shyness came from her mistrust of strangers, but that really didn't make much sense. It wasn't talking that cause her to feel this way. The feelings always made themselves known when she was being questioned. Teachers, peers, shopkeepers, anyone who asked her any kind of question would throw her into a fit of panic. She always felt like she couldn't trust anyone, like she needed to hide immediately. Despite the uneasy feeling, Maya nodded, trying to stay calm. ”I suppose,”[/b] she agreed. ”I kind of don't understand why its so popular, though. I could write better than this.”[/b] Maya wasn't trying to sound conceited, or to brag at all. She was simply speaking the truth. Writing had always been an outlet for her, and over the years she had perfected the art of telling the simplest story. This book – well, it was far from the worst thing she had ever read, but it wasn't very high on her list of good books. ”I didn't mean that like it sounded. The book just isn't really my taste, I guess,”[/b] she added, after realizing that her comment made her sound like the kind of girls she hated. She didn't want to try and attract any attention. The feeling started to disappear as Oliver started to share more about himself with her. It was just small details, but it made Maya feel more at ease with him. Surely someone who wanted to cause her harm wouldn't share details of his life with her? Wait, cause her harm? She wasn't sure where that thought came from either. She shook her head, trying to clear it of these thoughts. This school was doing strange things to her. ”Were you a trouble maker as a child?”[/b] she asked, in a completely uncharacteristic move of teasing him lightly. Kimaya sometimes had a problem of speaking before she thought, which caused some of her words to come out sounding nothing like her. She wasn't the kind of girl who would tease boys, and she wasn't entirely sure where that impulse had come from. ”Oh, the school isn't bad, I guess. Just trying to get used to a strange place is throwing me off.”[/b] In all honesty, she wasn't sure what to think of her new school. Her roommates were both older than her, and they were constantly bickering. ”Has this place been giving you strange dreams?”[/b] she blurted out before thinking. Really, she needed to work on that impulse control. It was too late to take the question back, so she just watched him carefully, waiting for an answer. The Words: 513 The Tag: Oliver/Mandee The Notes: bleh, sorry it kind of sucks. like i said, totally distracted, hahaha.
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Sept 7, 2010 21:11:32 GMT -7
Oliver could not help but smile at her criticism of the book she had with her. "Well, I guess I don't feel so bad saying it's not my type of thing either.[/color] If anything, he preferred old movies. It stood to make sense, seeing as he'd died in 1948 the first time around. However, he did enjoy some of the new stuff too. As far as TV shows were concerned, he mainly stuck with the sorts of things one saw on the Discovery or History channel. Fiction was all fine and dandy, of course, but Oliver had always been mechanically minded and thus these shows caught his fancy. Modern Marvels was always a good one. "So what kinds of things do you write, anyway?"[/color] This might have been a bit of a personal question, but he did not mind if she threw it back at him. He did not feel put on the spot by this girl, perhaps because she was his age and they had the fact that they were newbies to this school together on their side. Or maybe it was the fact that her demeanor seemed rather withdrawn, and thus Oliver felt as though he didn't have as much to fear from her as he might from others, who might spread rumors. Oliver let out a laugh as Maya asked if he was a troublemaker as a child. "My parents would certainly say so."[/color] Oliver shook his head, a grin still across his face. "Usually I had an idea in mind when I did it, though. Still do."[/color] He picked up the paper airplane on top of his book, studying it. He played with the folds a bit more, then looked back up at Kimaya "Probably gonna test this after school...want to come?"[/color]. He surprised himself by asking this question. He didn't want to do the test alone, though. He wanted to have someone there with him. Kimaya was no Wilbur, and no Cindy either. However, she could still point out things that he might miss, things that could help improve the finished product. Yes, he was taking the construction of a paper airplane rather seriously, but he couldn't very well build anything too large scale at the school without arousing a few suspicions. Now that he knew of the RSOR, he knew he had to tread extra carefully. In other words, no reconstructing the Wright Flyer and flying it off of the top of the boy's dorm tower, as tempting as it was. He had to aim for smaller scale. Oliver shook his head at her next words. "Throwing me off too. I moved here a couple of years ago, though this isn't my first time in North Carolina."[/color] He would not mention that the last time was during his past life, but he found that making subtle references was quite amusing. The next words caused Oliver to raise an eyebrow. "Strange dreams?"[/color] It seemed like a rather odd thing to mention to someone you'd just met, but Oliver decided to go along with it. After all, she seemed serious, and Oliver didn't want to get off to a bad start with his science partner. "I had weird dreams long before I came here."[/color] Oliver said with a shrug. These 'weird dreams' were not dreams at all, of course, and did not occur only when he slept. They never had. They were always like memories to him, memories that were quite confusing to a little boy who was raised his entire life in one family yet carried memories of an entirely different family, from childhood to adulthood. Now that he was older everything fit together in a nice little package, but he'd been quite confused until he'd figured everything out. He was pleased to discover that he wasn't alone, to say the least. Which made him suddenly take a second look at Kimaya. It could have just been an offhand comment, of course. Probably was. Still...he could not help but be curious. "What are these dreams of, exactly?"[/color] Word count: 718 To: Kimiya/Jaycie! Thoughts: Sweet dreams are made of these...
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Post by jaycie on Sept 7, 2010 22:20:25 GMT -7
Oliver's smile was contagious, and Kimaya couldn't help but to smile back. ”I'm not too picky about what I'll read, but I am really picky about what I'll like.”[/b] For as long as she could remember, Kimaya would read anything. Popular, obscure, fiction, nonfiction, short stories, poetry – anything she could get her hands on. Her favorite thing to read was usually older novels, written long before she had been born, especially anything set in the early nineteen hundreds. That time period felt comfortable for Maya. Almost every piece of fiction she had ever written had been set back then. For a moment, Maya froze at the personal question, but then realized she was being kind of silly. Asking what she wrote was a response she should expect when she tells someone she writes. There was no harm in telling him, and as far as she could tell, there was no way he could use the information against her. She was simply being paranoid again, and needed to calm down. ”Diaries, mostly, although I do have kind of a series I've been writing for a few years about a young Jewish girl living in Amsterdam in the nineteen thirties.”[/b] Where this idea had originally came from, Maya didn't know, but she had filled notebook after notebook with this girl's life. Kimaya knew her, almost as well as she knew herself. She enjoyed telling someone about the series. No one had ever shown much interest in her writing, so no one knew about the young girl that Maya had grown to feel as if she were a part of her. Kimaya smiled, pleased that Oliver wasn't offended by her previously uncharacteristic move. ”I think its a parent's job to say their child was a trouble maker, though, so I would put much stock in that.”[/b] She grinned as she said this, just in case he hadn't caught on to the fact that she was simply joking with him. She wouldn't want to offend her classmate. ”You can't be faulted for acting off an idea. That's how some of the greatest inventions came to pass, after all, is it not?”[/b] History hadn't been Maya's best subject when she was being home-schooled, but she had learned enough to know that an idea was enough to change the course of the future completely. Oliver's invitation to join him in his testing threw Maya off for a second. She barely knew the boy, after all. But now that she knew he wasn't planning on causing any sort of disruption with the paper airplane, she couldn't help but be curious if it would fly. ”Yeah, that would be fun,”[/b] she answered, surprising herself. There was just something about Oliver that made her want to hang out with him. It was just a paper plane, but it was something to do, and she had never actually spent any time with anyone, really, since her brother left her for all his friends at school. A wave of homesickness washed over Kimaya at Oliver's next words. ”I miss Tennessee sometimes,”[/b] she admitted quietly. ”I mean, I like it here, but Tennessee is home. I've been in North Carolina before, of course, but this is the first time I've ever been here alone. It will probably just take me some time to get used to it, I suppose.”[/b] Most of the trips into North Carolina she had taken had been with her family on vacations of sorts. Thinking about her family only made the homesickness worse, and she made a mental note to give her parents a call when she returned to her dorm. Kimaya cringed when she saw Oliver raise an eyebrow. She couldn't believe she had blurted that out. You don't tell a complete stranger that you've been having strange dreams. Surely he was going to think horrible things of her now. When he didn't bring up the fact that she had just said something you wouldn't normally say to someone you just met, Maya sighed. Either he thought she was crazy, and was just going to go along with it, or he didn't care that she had no filter between her brain and her mouth. No matter what the case was, Kimaya was going to accept it. ”Well, I did too, but ever since I got here they've increased in frequency. It's probably just the stress of movie to a new school.”[/b] she said, trying to cover her embarrassment. The dreams had her waking up in cold chills, and scared to death. They seemed so real. She was always panicked when she woke, always feeling like she had just been on the edge of death. But she wasn't going to tell someone she had just met that. ”They're just strange,”[/b] she answered, trying to stop the subject from going any further. She really didn't want to talk about this with someone she had just met. The Words: 818 The Tag: Oliver/Mandee The Notes: meh, too tired to think of anything clever. *insert clever note here*
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Sept 7, 2010 23:05:35 GMT -7
Oliver shrugged. "I don't really read much. My brother Will was always the reader in our family."[/color] Oliver's eyes widened just slightly as he realized his mistake. Oliver Winchester had no older brother named Will. In the past, he would not have thought of such a slip as a big deal. He'd maintained all through grade school that he had to be adopted, after all! The Winchesters still felt like adopted parents to him, if he had to be honest. He knew it was terrible, and he was not about to mention it to anyone. He just never felt as though he really belonged with them. He loved them, yes, and cared for them. He appreciated all that they did for him. But they felt more like adopted parents than true parents. With Cindy it was different, she felt like a real sister. It was why he'd always said that he had five siblings growing up, instead of the four that he'd had in his past life. Even though Cindy was never there in the memories, it felt as though she should have been. Hopefully Maya wouldn't run off to do any research about him. That would be a bit silly anyway, wouldn't it? The RSOR had him paranoid. Oliver smiled as Maya divulged the sorts of things she wrote. He had to admit that he was intrigued not only by the subject matter, but by the fact that this girl was writing diaries for a girl who lived in the 1930s. He was beginning to understand why the sophomore girl who approached him in the library and told him about the RSOR was so hesitant about coming out and asking him if he were a reincarnate. This was sketchy business, and although Oliver was starting to grow suspicions about Maya, he knew it was probably best not to act upon them. Not just yet, anyway. "I wouldn't mind reading them at some point."[/color] He wasn't going to ask her if he could read them. Not just yet. He knew he had to take it slowly, as much as it killed him to do so. The boy grinned as Kimaya accepted his invitation. "Good, it should be fun. Maybe I can even teach you how to fold one of your own."[/color] He didn't know why he was hitting it off so well with this girl. Obviously, the two had way more in common than just their grade, but neither of them was aware of this yet (although Oliver had his suspicions). He genuinely enjoyed this girl's company though, and he liked to see her smile. It felt as though he were witnessing something rare, that not many people had the chance to see. At the subject of homesickness, Oliver wasn't really sure what he felt. He'd never been home in the truest sense. Not in his entire life as Oliver Winchester. However, he considered home to be with his family, and despite the fact that he had an odd relationship with his parents, he still did miss them at times. His sister was at the school, of course, but they didn't see each other much, what with the three year age difference...and the fact that Oliver had a feeling that his sister thought he was insane. Oh, if only he could tell her about the RSOR! He could tell that she was shutting herself in. It frustrated him, but he tried his best not to show it. It was more than likely his fault anyway, for prying too much. He couldn't help it. When he was curious, it was hard for him to stop. "Yeah, I have strange dreams too..."[/color] He trailed off, not sure what else to add to that. He could press on further, but he didn't want to risk pushing away Maya even more. And regardless, the teacher began to call order to the classroom and share what the students would be doing for this class period. Oliver decided to just go on with class as usual, but he was going to get to the bottom of this. Some how and some way. Word count: 713 To: Kimiya/Jaycie! Thoughts: Fin, unless you want to add one more post. I think I'll go ahead and make another one as well before I get some shut eye.
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