Post by Carlos Mitchell on May 14, 2011 7:15:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:8px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:8px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] carlos mitchell will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - (skip the first five paragraphs if you want cause that’s mostly just copy-pasted, Texia  )"Well, my parents are kind of, rich. I lived in a mansion that was pretty distant from the nearest town, so I never got much interaction with the townspeople. I spent most of my time in the mansion, folding origami usually.” Carlos raised his eyebrows- he was doing that a lot around Texia- at the revelation of a hobby. He briefly wondered how Texia had come across that. Had she gotten a present from a distant cousin that bore the semblance of an origami book? Had she looked it up on the Internet? Carlos shook the thoughts away, as he realized he had almost drifted off and gone deaf to what Texia was relaying. "... I didn't like either one. The tutoring sessions, well, you see, my parents were almost never home. So the schedule was all up to me. I bunched them all at the end of the day, one after another. The tutor, and I only had one for all the subjects, didn't like this. He didn't like me either. I never really enjoyed the sessions I had, and he made the subjects boring,” Texia was saying, and Carlos nodded as she spoke, inclining his head to demonstrate that she hadn’t lost his attention so far, and he was taking it all in. “… finally a last test with all of the books combined. And I had to start all over again if I got any wrong. So I guess you can say I got all the subjects drilled into my head by the time I was done. That took awhile, and even then, I still hadn't gotten perfect scores." Texia paused, and again Carlos mused how she could say so many things all at once. It was as if she was a never-ending well of stories, but since he was the one who asked for this to happen, he certainly didn’t have a right in interrupting and claiming that it was too long for his liking. He was enjoying this, rather. Getting a peek at someone’s past life was a feat not all people go through every day, and Carlos felt better than them for this moment. "… one day, I can't remember particularly which, I met my brother, Minato. You see, my parents kind of neglected him since he didn't want to be trapped in the mansion all the time. So he was allowed to do as he pleased. I believe he lived in the town, but slept in the mansion. Anyways, he helped me hide from my tutor one day. I got to hear all about the townspeople and how much fun he had there. In turn, I told him about my life, and we kind of bonded I guess. He came to visit and help me more often, and eventually, I asked him to sneak me into town." "… had to practically beg my parents to let me go. When they did, well, here I am! Minato somehow convinced them to let him come too, obviously since he's here now. Actually, if you're a psychology major, maybe you're in one of his classes?" Carlos was still nodding even after Texia posed the question, and after a few seconds he stopped suddenly, aware that the sound of Texia’s voice had ceased and she was waiting for the young man to respond. “My dear,” Carlos said, feeling suddenly very tired from the barrage of information he just received from the girl. “You led an utterly brilliant life.” He could have sworn that he was starting to become more focused with how she managed to retain all the facts that she had given him, since he would have assumed that even he- Carlos himself- couldn’t have retold his past as perfectly as she did, but he wouldn’t say that. Otherwise he’d risk her slapping him for being rude. “As for me knowing thy brother, I fear that it is not so,” he continued, shaking his head as if to support his words. “I am strictly the sort who wouldst listen to class without fail, and I may have overlooked my classmates more frequently than I am proud to say.” Carlos cleared his throat, deliberating whether he should share some, if not a smidgen, of his own past just so he would match the effort that Texia just displayed to him. All right, he relented to himself. A few bits of myself, and that’s about it. “I think it wouldst be rather unfair if I do not share some of mine story with thee,” Carlos said as way of preamble. “So I will start and simplify things as I go.” He realized that he would get a bit carried away in a moment like this, and so he had abandoned speaking with the Olde English style temporarily. He was getting a bit weary of it, anyway, what with all this talking and conversing. “I was born to a relatively wealthy family and I lived in Spain,” he stated. “Or well, at least near it. I was tutored as well, utterly sheltered from things such as schools and classmates, and I was spoiled, but not to the point of being a brat. I loved my parents dearly, then. But it all changed when my parents died, and-“ Carlos waved a hand in the air, unwilling to say out loud to a person that he had started to loathe the mother and father he once had. “Well, you could say that my opinion of them sort of… deteriorated. I started to study in a university a bit far from here, but then my uncle, who was my legal guardian until I reached eighteen years old to claim the family fortune, transferred me here, since he was suddenly convinced I’m a bright student,” he said finally, his voice going deeper in the last words of his sentence as he tried to mimic his uncle’s voice. Then Carlos smiled ruefully. “That’s the compressed version of my life so far, and that’s about it.” TAGGED. TEXIA/OPEN. WORDCOUNT. ENOUGH. NOTES: I'm SO sorry it took so long Texia D: And I quoted again which is why it looks so long -kills self- TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION. |
