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Post by Carwen Lewis on Jul 22, 2009 21:56:07 GMT -5
Carwen shifted and slowly sat down on her front lawn. She stretched out on the grass and she moved a little on the ground to get more comfortable. The view of the street was amazing, but she almost wanted to get up, walk. She looked up at the sky briefly before she gazed back over the street. Blue-gray eyes searched silently for someone to talk to, but the way she had been wheezing most of the day restricted her to the front lawn and she got up suddenly, kicking at the grass in frustration.
She hated it. She actually, completely, hated it. She wanted to be a normal person, without the asthma, without the fear of dying of suffocation, because that could happen if her asthma got out of control. She suddenly fell back down and flopped on the grass, as she stared up at the sky.
The restless feeling that boiled up in her when she wanted to just go. But…she had no car…and no license, so she couldn’t drive. She began to walk around again, as she kicked at the grass before going out to the sidewalk and sat on the curb instead, as she watched the world go buy, her red curly hair flipping around slightly under her fingers as she began to twirl it around said fingers as her eyes searched for someone to talk to about conspiracy theories.
Okay…maybe not conspiracy theories…yeah, conspiracy theories.
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Post by aron on Jul 24, 2009 22:48:15 GMT -5
David was strolling along the street thinking about his messed up family. His mother was dead, his aunt just died, dad couldn't be around much. After all he was a giant super strong robot that was the leader of the autobot forces on earth. Sometimes it made him wish he was normal. All that being a techno-organic has brought him was pain. He had not yet devoleped powers like his brother has. After all his brother had two really cool powers. It always made him wonder what cool powers he may come across. He knew that they would come eventually. It was just apart of a techno-organic growing up in the world of humans.
As he walked he saw a girl seem to get fustrated as she kicked grass and ended up sitting on the curb. That made this young teenager rather intrested. He wondered what could make a girl so fustrated. She looked to be just a couple years older than him. So he was curious.
He walked up to the girl as she sat there. He smiled warmly at her as he spoke.
Hey, there, do you mind if I joiin you. |
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Post by Carwen Lewis on Jul 25, 2009 11:58:31 GMT -5
Carwen didn't hear him approaching, but looked up in surprise when she heard a voice. Cute blonde haired boy who was probabbly barely younger then him and she smiled up at him before gesturing to the curb. "Free country. Of course, there is a theory that the governement is really brain-washing us all so we follow their sub-consious commands given to us through our forms of electronic entertainment," she responded cheerfully.
She was glad for the company though. Even if she had just given him a consipracy theory she had actually devised herself for the heck of it. It had been on her 'Consipracy Theory of the Day' spot on her site. She looked up a little and added, "I'm Carwen Lewis by the by. You are?"
She watched him for a moment, then looked out at the street. She took a slow, slightly shallow, breath in and slowly released. Carwen had been sent from school with a mild, in her world, asthma attack to the hospital where she was put in a cursed oxygen tent for a couple of hours and then sent home. It hadn't been her day, since it also meant being forced to stay close to home.
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Post by aron on Jul 26, 2009 0:13:25 GMT -5
He smiled at her as she pitched her conspiricy theory. He thought it as intresting. Completely false but intresting. He could tell that this was a rather intresting girl by her imagination and how she thought of them. He thought this person could be a cool new friend. After all he wanted them. He wanted to feel as human as he possibly can for he felt that he could not compare to a regular human. After all none of them have a giant robot as a father.
Sometimes he was just envious of the regular human who thought themselves as having problems. He after all was nearly useless in the fight. He had not devolped any powers, all he had was that he was pretty smart but not near as much help as he brother.
He then snapped back to the world from his thoughts as she spoke. She told him that her name was Carwen Lewis. He thought that as an intresting name that you do not hear that often. She then asked him his name as he sat down on the curb beside her.
Intresting theory, I don't believe its true though. It seems to crazy for me. I am David though. David Stratos really. What brings you out here though. |
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Post by Carwen Lewis on Jul 26, 2009 0:38:08 GMT -5
Carwen smirked a little at David's comment. "That's the point of being a conspirator...to be crazy," she responded brightly.
Because, deep down, she was. She was a conspirator. She enjoyed being that wrench in the works and spouting out theories that may or may not be true. The red-head stretched up a little and looked out across the street. "I could have given you another conspiracy theory ya know, but that one is more fun to say. I have a website dedicated to conspiracy theories, mainly because I have too much time on my hands once my homework is done. Like, I could have given the giant robot one," she stated, more for the fun of it then anything else.
She shrugged a little and added, "Of course, I also have a stock pile of theories about Baskin Robbins, so...what does it feel like to run with the wind in your face? I know, odd question. You don't have to answer."
Carwen looked over at David at that part, looking curious. She had one fine eyebrow kind-of raised, but not really. More like she was still trying to learn how to raise her eyebrow so it only partially went up enough to give effect, but not enough to say she was actually raising her eyebrow.
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Post by aron on Jul 26, 2009 23:35:29 GMT -5
He thought it as cool that she had her own website. He hasnt got one himself but he was sure he could do something like that as well. After all he was a computer wiz and loved just about everything that had to do with technology. After all it was apart of his make up as a techno-organic.
Once he heard her mention that she could have given him the conpiricy she had about giant robots, he tensed up a bit. He did not like the idea of that. He hoped it as not being to noticable of his reaction. Sadly he knew that she had just hit a tiny bit of truth. There were giant robots. He had not heard her entire conspiricy just yet but he had his own kind of assumptions. He wanted to change the subject on this one. It lead to much to the biggest secret the planet and the U.S. goverment had and he was part of it. After all she did not know that she was talking to Astronomous Prime, the youngest son of one of the most powerful transformers and the leader of the Autobot forces.
He was glad when she changed the subject and made it a bit easer on him. He did not have to do it himself. She had asked him a rather strange question. She asked him what it felt like to run in the wind. It was not to personal though so he did not mind answering it for her.
Well it feels releiving just to run, not having to worry about a thing and just let yourself run free. It makes you feel like no one controls you and you can write your own future for you choose where to run. It is amazing. Why do you want to know?
He looked at her curiously trying to figure out why such a strange question. He had a puzzled look on his face. |
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Post by Carwen Lewis on Jul 26, 2009 23:46:27 GMT -5
Carwen wasn't the most observent of people, so she never noticed the reaction she had to her first idea. She just made up her conspiracy theories and went with flows. "Yeah, Baskin Robbins is run by aliens who want to take over our world using teenagers," she giggled out, before shrugging and letting it go.
She shifted back and looked at him while he explained what it felt like to run. She shifted back and smiled a little bitterly at the question. "Because I can't. I medically can't. I have really bad asthma that acts up under stress and exercising, or pushing myself too hard. I can't really run...or lift things. Which is why I have so much time on my hands to dedicate to my site in the first place. So...the closet I'll get to running is hopping into a convertable and pushing that thing to the ultimate speed...maybe not ultimate speed," she answered with a shrug and looked back out at the street.
"Which is why I was kicking at the grass. I had a bad asthma attack at school today and had to go over to the hospital for a couple of hours under the oxygen tent, then home," she added with a grin before she kicked out at the street in front of her.
"I'm only 15, so I can't drive and if I stay close to home, in residential areas, if I start to go into an asthma attack, someone will find me rather quickly and keep me from dying...or at least call nine one one," she continued before she smiled over at David.
She suddenly looked thoughtful and asked, "Will you mind if I ruffle your hair and call you cute? As in little kid cute, sorry."
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Post by aron on Jul 27, 2009 19:12:11 GMT -5
(Sorry the internet went down and i lost my whole message.) Once he heard her baskin robbins theory he just burst out laughing. He knew alians, after all he was half alian but he knew that their last thought was an ice cream parlor. They wanted to tear each other the shreds not worry about teenagers and ice cream.
He then listened intently as she explained why such a strange question. He felt a pain, a pain of thought that is. He felt sorry that she could not experience it herself. He loved it and many times than none he took that feeling forgranted.
I wish I could find a way for you to feel the experience yourself but I am not superman you know.
He knew that it may be possible in the future but not at the current time. He had not matured enough just yet to devolepe any of his techno-organic powers. If he would develope one like his fathers incredible strenth like his brother he may be able to do that though.
He then looked shocked at her next question. She wanted to ruffle his hair like a cute little kid. Which he was not and was taken aback by it.
Why, I am not that much younger than you. I am thirteen years old. Not exactly a little kid you know. |
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Post by Carwen Lewis on Jul 27, 2009 19:27:56 GMT -5
Carwen smiled and shrugged a little. "I don't really like Superman, so that's all right," she responded with a small shrug.
She looked over at him and then began to laugh. She wasn't laughing from anger or distress, but his reaction. "Oh, I'm sorry, but you are just being so sweet! I can't resist, sorry. I'm an only child, so I find it hard to resist sometimes. I didn't mean to insult you, honest," she responded softly.
Carwen looked around slightly before she shrugged a little. "It is too irrisasitable, with all your fluffy hair right there. It makes a good ruffling spot for me," she answered with a small smile and gently pat his shoulder before letting her hand drop.
She looked out at the street and made a face before looking around. "I have ice cream inside, do you want some? I have vanilla, cookies 'n' cream, and mocha chip," she inquired, though not really inviting him inside.
Her mother would freak if she saw a little kid suddenly sitting in their kitchen. All right, not little, but adorable kid. She would be asking questions and she didn't want to put David through that.
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Post by aron on Jul 27, 2009 19:42:06 GMT -5
When she started to apoligize he started off offended but as she spoke he began to feel confused. He did not know to take her words as a compliment or an offense. After all he did have good hair. He took good care of it and himself after all. So after a few minutes pondering he decided to take her words as a complement so that they could become friends. He did not expect this to end though. He seriously assumed that she may just spend sometime trying to ruffle his lightly colored hair.
He then came out of his thought for a second as she asked him if he would like some ice cream. He thought for a second and automatically answered. He knew that he did want some ice cream.
Well, thanks, I guess. I do take care of my hair. I would like some ice cream. The cookies and cream would be awsome.]
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Post by Carwen Lewis on Jul 27, 2009 19:50:13 GMT -5
Carwen smiled and stood up almost ruffling his hair, but resisting. "All right! I'll be right back with the ice cream. How many scoops do you want?" she inquired, making sure her inhaler was in her pocket without being too obvious about it, hopefully.
She didn't need to lose that thing, since that would be really bad. She took his answer to mind and nodded before going into the house. Pulling out the bowls, she gave David a bowl that was blue with the Hot Wheels flames, even having it say Hot Wheels, because it had been bought for her mother when everyone thought she would be a boy.
Carwen was always secretly pleased they were wrong, but she loved the bowl. It was also a designated ice cream bowl, along with her own bowl, which was a My Little Pony bowl. She giggled a little at that change, and scooped out the needed scoops, put in the spoons, then walked back out.
She handed him his bowl and explained, "Mom designated ice cream bowls. This was bought when people thought she was pregnant and they thought I was a boy."
((ooc: I couldn't resist))
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Post by aron on Aug 6, 2009 23:49:07 GMT -5
He thought over the options for a minute and then decided on the ice cream he wanted.
I would like some cookies and cream ice cream please
At that time she got up to go and get the ice cream. He just sat there on the curb thinking about his uncles death. He had heard that his father was going to make chris and him move into the NEST Base. He did not really want to do that but he really did not have a choice. After all he was thirteen and his powers hadn't even began to show just yet. If he ran away he would be tracked down by both autobots and decepticons in a second because of his stupid techno-organic signiture.
As she came back he gave a small laugh when she came out with the bowls. Not just because they were little kids. The hot wheels one that got him. In his family the words Hot Wheels was a compliment not a toy for eight year olds. He thought that as very funny. He took the bowl from her and began to eat the ice cream.
Thank you for the ice cream.
David then became curious. He wanted to know her conspiricy theory about giant robots. He wanted to know what some of the public may already know. Some of the secrets he had been keeping since he was old enough to do so.
While we eat, why don't you tell me your giant robot theory.
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Post by Carwen Lewis on Aug 7, 2009 0:01:59 GMT -5
Carwen was a bit perplexed about why Chris laughed, but shrugged it off. She shifted as she sat down and began to eat her ice cream slowly, though fast enough so that it didn't melt into a sticky, gooey, mess. She shifted a little and relaxed as she ate her ice cream. "Your welcome Chris. I don't know why we have all this ice cream anyway," she responded.
She shifted and looked over at him. "Well, I collect them. But, the one I thought up of was this; that the giant robots are fighting each other, which is why the government is covering it up, because then, they can gain aid from the 'good guys' in some form that will serve them better in the end. I then got yelled at by the Real 'Effing Deal and Big 'Effing Robots or something like that. Don't reapeat that to anyone you know," she answered with a shrug.
She finished off the ice cream and stretched. "One that was submitted was that the giant robots want to obliterate the human race," she added, making a slight face.
She didn't like that idea too much.
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