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Post by kain on Oct 2, 2012 22:08:22 GMT -6
 i'm wasted, wasting time( - i'm moving on but you're left behind - )a pretty face but the chase ain't worth the prize----------------------------------------------------------------------------
It wasn't a real Starbucks, that's what they always said. It wasn't real, right? The store was real, but it wasn't classified as a full fledged Starbucks. The cafe just served Starbucks coffee and products. Actual stores had different aspects in it. For example in an actual Starbucks, the barista would add milk to iced coffee. Here they didn't. They sent you over to the little preparing table to add your own coffee. It was a strange difference but a difference all the same. The other difference was that there was a bookstore attached to it... or rather it was attached to a bookstore. When people showed up alone this "fake" Starbucks always seemed to be the better option. You could read. It was a nice combination. If creaming your coffee was one of the only prices to pay for being attached to a bookstore that was alright, at least it was to Kain.
A good book and a cup of milky coffee was two of the easiest things to earn a smile from Kain. A warm beverage hit the spot nicely on a cool fall day such as the one at hand. He'd let his coffee cool enough so that he could actually drink it. Kain had never been a huge fan of melting his face off with hot drinks, so luke warm was alright. He hadn't actually been there incredibly long. He'd been there long enough to have ordered and receive his drink. Kain had forgone the book today, he was happy just sitting around for the time being. He really needed to sit and think about things. So much had happened in such a short number of months. It was all so surreal sometimes. His parents, the school, all of it. He just needed time to breath and wonder how it all came to be.
Actually, h knew how it had come to be. There had been one big screw up that landed him here. He got caught. That was the biggest one. Kain would survive this purgatory though. He was strong enough to overcome it. In fact, it wasn't too terribly bad. He'd made some friends. That was nice. Friends were a way to survive the bad. At least he'd have someone to talk to now. Perhaps he wouldn't constantly feel like an outcast because of his lack of problems. Shit. He'd never think that one could be outcasted for being normal. It used to be that the kids with the emotional issues or the big problems were sent out of the group. It was nice to know that he wasn't completely outcasted. Fitting in was the biggest part of high school and he only had a few more months of it. He'd miss the people he met there though.
His eyes moved up from the white and green cup to look around the store. People. So many people living their lives. Kain's hand tugged gently on the loosened black tie. Black ties were classic, especially paired with a white long sleeved button down, like the one he had on. He had a black cardigan to compete the cool wind outside but he'd balanced that on the back of his chair. It was too warm for that in Barnes & Nobles, especially with his warm beverage. Kain was content with this. He reached out for the cup and took a long sip of the milky coffee goodness. The only regret he had was not buying a cookie. Just thinking about a cookie made his mouth water. Oh God, a warmed double chocolate chunk cookie. It was too much. It was almost enough to convince him to give up his table to go get one. Almost. Maybe he'd get one on the way out. He smiled content with his current predicament.
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Post by Sama'el Damon Haile on Oct 4, 2012 21:12:28 GMT -6
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 0705 WORDS FOR KAINohai DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Saturdays were always one of Damon's favorite days. As much as he liked being at the school and his job, his days off were much appreciated. There were times he did have to work on Saturdays, being a counselor first and foremost, but that particular one, he had no meetings scheduled. So, he had gotten up early for a run around the park, like he did every morning, and then he'd spent a little time at the gym. After a shower and a change, Damon decided to run a few errands. The first of which involved stopping at the local Barnes and Nobel to pick up a book he had been meaning to grab. Of course, it just so happened that the specific Barnes and Nobel in the town happened to be one that had a Starbucks in it. That was perfect for someone that enjoyed coffee as much as he did. Plus, they had all the favorite autumn flavored things out, which made going in there always amazing. It was one of the things he did miss about being home. His mother had always made sure the house smelled like cinnamon, apples, and pumpkins. He did not really have the time to do much about that in his own place beyond grabbing some scented candles. It was not quite the same. Oh, well. That was part of living on ones own, he guessed. Sama'el sighed softly as he stepped into the warm shop, shoving his hands into the pockets of his zip-front hoodie that he'd thrown on over his jeans and band t-shirt earlier. It was definitely a change to the cooler air that was outside. He liked the brisk coolness, but there was still something comforting and relaxing around the warmth. At least, Damon thought so. He immediately went over to the counter and ordered a coffee with a couple shots of vanilla before going over and adding some milk, sugar, and cinnamon. Once the coffee was to the way that he generally liked it, Damon turned to head over to the books, only to stop after a moment when he saw a familiar face. Kain was sitting there, observing the people around. He seemed a bit dressed up for a teen on a weekend, but it looked nice. Then again, Damon could not really think of a time that the boy did not look nice. With a smile, Damon went over to where Kain was sitting and said, "Hi, Kain. Enjoying your weekend?" The music teacher did not often speak with his students, whether they were someone he counseled or actually had in class, out and about in town unless they approached him. It was a respect kind of thing. Who really wanted to be seen with their teacher, after all? However, given that Kain was not one of the more traditional students at St. Helena's, and he was unsure as to whether or not the boy was actually adjusting, he thought there would be no harm in checking in on him. "Any special occasion for the get up, or just because? You look very nice, by the way, darlin'." Damon smiled warmly at the teen, in a friendly manner, hoping that Kain would not find the compliment odd or something. Some people read too much in to things, and Damon was not sure if the teen was one of them. Maybe it was something about how informal their talks seemed to be that let Damon be a bit more forward with Kain than he would be with a student that had not become one he was really more just friends with. Sure, he was trying to stay on a friend level with Kain and less of a therapist level, but things like that did not just happen instantly. He still wanted to get to know more about the teen, though he honestly was not fully sure why. It was definitely a different kind of want to know him than Damon generally had with a new student. However, Sam was not going to dwell on it too much. "D'you mind if I joined you?" he asked as he gestured to the seat near Kain's, flicking his hair back out of his eyes.
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Post by kain on Oct 5, 2012 21:35:26 GMT -6
i'm wasted, wasting time( - i'm moving on but you're left behind - )a pretty face but the chase ain't worth the prize---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Then again it seemed as though most people were just here to grab something and go. If he was quick perhaps he wouldn’t lose his seat. It’d be great and painless. He frowned; spending money was painful so it’d be better to say that it was ALMOST painless. He sighed and shook his head. No, he didn’t really want to get up, he’d stay there cookie-less. It was something he could sadly live without. He chewed on his lip gently and looked around the café again.
Nothing new was going on, there were still the same people sitting around doing absolutely nothing of interest. No wait, was that a cute guy? That was new and nice. He chewed on his lip gently thinking back to home and the cute boy he had at one point. A wave of sadness spread over him thinking of the happy times he’d shared with him. It was hard to imagine that all of those good times would turn into nothing, that the boy he thought he loved would turn his back without a second thought. It hurt. The boy had been his first long term boyfriend and his first love. For the most part Kain had gotten over the initial feeling of betrayal and sadness. He didn’t entirely understand why he’d suddenly decided that he no longer liked Kain. He figured it had something to do with his father. Tucker was probably scared of Kain now and wanted to avoid him at all costs. He was over it, but it still hurt though; there was no doubt about it. Why did he keep reliving it? Why did all of his thoughts lead back to him? Tucker didn’t even matter anymore. It was probably because his exboyfriend hadn’t officially broken up with him. He just started ignoring him. Maybe it was partially Kain’s fault for not confronting him. Whatever it was, it was over now.
Kain. What? He dragged himself out of his thoughts and looked up at the familiar face of his counselor. Kain was shocked; he usually was when he saw teachers outside of school. Sometimes he thought it would be fitting if teachers weren’t allowed to leave school. He bit his lip and smiled up at the older man. ”Hi.” he said awkwardly. He wasn’t used to these sorts of meetings; then again he was awkward in any sort of meeting. ”Um… Yeah, I am actually, how about you?” he asked, trying to act normal. He remembered seeing teachers at the grocery store back home. It was weird though because they never spoke. Then again he usually ducked into the next aisle and avoided talking to them. He’d always been weird like that, he usually laughed about it later though. Then again this man was his counselor, was he supposed to be looking for things that were wrong with him?
He blushed involuntarily. Did he just compliment him? ”I… No occasion, I just sort of dress like this sometimes… I guess.” He didn’t really feel all that dressed up. He looked down at his tie and button down shirt suddenly feeling self-conscious and slightly happy with the compliment. No one had ever commented on his attire before, he chewed on his lower lip gently. He said Kain looked nice, was it wrong to like that? ”Why? Is it too much?” he asked looking up at Damon. If it was he’d tone it down. Was it bad that he dressed up? God it was so hard going to a new school. What the hell was the right dress for it and the public area around it? He hadn’t observed any real pattern of clothing at the high school. Maybe it didn’t matter. Clothes were clothes… right? Hopefully.
”Sure.” He smiled gently up at his counselor. Kain dropped his eyes back to his abandoned paper cup and took a sip out of it slowly. If this turned awkward he’d make an excuse to go back to campus. Homework and what not, that’d work. Damon was a teacher after all, it’s not like he’d be offended that Kain wanted to complete his assignments on time. ”So what brings you out here?”
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Post by Sama'el Damon Haile on Oct 13, 2012 18:02:54 GMT -6
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 0588 WORDS FOR KAINso, i apologize for this reply taking so long >.< and that it's so short DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]"Um… Yeah, I am actually, how about you?" Well, that response was a lot less awkward than it could have been, so that was actually a good thing. At least, Damon thought so. "Yeah, I am. Weekends are always a nice break from the every day on campus," he replied with a smile and a nod. He always really did enjoy his time away from the school, just as much as he enjoyed his time there. Damon smiled as Kain replied that he just dressed that way sometimes. It was kinda cute in Damon's opinion, and fit what he had seen of the teen. It was more formal than what most would consider wearing on a weekend, but it was nice and very classy. It was not anything Damon would be caught dead in, but it was rare he wore anything besides jeans, t-shirts, and his Converse. The man was a creature of habit, after all. Plus, he had never been comfortable dressing like that. It always made him feel out of place or like he was not himself. "Why? Is it too much?" Damon chuckled and shook his head a little with a warm smile. He did not think it was too much at all. "Nah," he replied, studying the teen for another moment before shaking his head once more. "It's not too much, at all. I wouldn't generally think of a student choosing to wear anything beyond well... something like what 'm wearing. You make it work well, though." He nodded a little, once more flicking his hair out of his eyes before taking a seat as Kain told him it was alright. He took a sip out of his coffee and glanced over toward the door as it opened before looking back to Kain and smiling softly at the question. "Decided to tackle some errands after finishing my run, but stopping for coffee seemed like a great idea." He did still need to go grab that book, but sitting there and talking to Kain seemed like a much better idea to him. He was not sure he should think that, but he did, so that was that. "What about you? Workin' on homework, hon, or just sittin' here, enjoying the somewhat quiet of the place?" Damon did not really notice any books around, but he could have just overlooked it, something that definitely was not unheard of. Damon was one of those people that often could not find their keys when the things were two feet in front of them. It was generally pretty annoying, if Damon was honest. "There was no place like this to just relax where 'm from," Damon told the other young man with a shake of his head and a soft laugh. "All we had were the diners and drive-ins, which those were fairly cool, if not outdated." Damon still loved going to places like that. They had the best food ever. Plus, the atmosphere was amazing, which was why Damon was a fan of drive-in movies as well. Some of his best dates had been at one of those places, but that was not necessarily an appropriate topic simply because of the nature of what made the dates as good as they were. Damon might be talking to Kain on a non-professional level, but there was still a limit to what was appropriate.That definitely was not. "You ever been to an old fashioned diner or anything? S'quite an experience. You should do it sometime if ya get a chance."
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Post by kain on Oct 17, 2012 22:16:17 GMT -6
i'm wasted, wasting time( - i'm moving on but you're left behind - )a pretty face but the chase ain't worth the prize----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kain nodded, agreeing with his advisor. The school scene was nice sometimes, but it was probably nice for counselors to get out of all the teenage wreckage. Damon’s job was one that Kain would never want to be stuck with; he didn’t really understand how the older man could handle working with such depressing lost causes all day. He couldn’t even remember what the counselor’s focus was or whether or not he’d even confided in Kain what it was he counseled. Unlike the other students Kain really had no reason to be at the school. Well he had a reason, he had shitty parents, shitty homophobic parents. It wasn’t a real reason to be there. In fact it was really more of a slap in the face to the kids who needed help. He felt a little guilty taking up a slot in the man’s schedule. He could have been helping some other kid with really serious issues. He chewed on the inside of his lip. Kain felt like he relived this personal dilemma over and over again in his mind. It was probably something that he needed to get over before it ate him alive. Then again, if it did end up eating him alive then maybe he’d have some fucking reason to be under Damon’s guidance.
Under Damon, that was a unique choice of words. He gnawed on the inside of his lip gently while looking up at his superior. If Damon was a mind reader it might have been a little bit more embarrassing to think about. Being under the other man sounded strangely appealing, he shook his head a little. No, that couldn’t happen, it was wrong… or something like that. Why were these thoughts running through his mind? He never thought like this ever. Why was it starting now? Damon was attractive so maybe it wasn’t as abnormal. Kain shook his head and focused back on reality. It wasn’t weird to have thoughts about people like that, was it? He was sure that other people had been in the same boat, nothing would come out of it. It was just mindless thinking or something like that. Jesus, the man was human. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t had fantasies or strange thoughts about people before.
The teen zoned back in in time to listen to his counselors reply, ”I sometimes dress like what you’re wearing.” he replied, shrugging. Was it so strange for a young man to want to dress nice? His mom had always dressed him very nicely for school and what not. It always bothered him when she got angry with him when he got dirty though, but he was a kid. Kids get dirty. She’d eventually loosened up though and he’d just kept dressing the same. He’d tweaked it into his own style over the years, but he didn’t think it was super dressy. In Kain’s mind it still classified as dressing casually. He pursed his lips, suddenly self-conscious. Damon’s compliment helped him calm down a little. So he looked alright doing it. It made him feel a little better, but he still felt a little self-conscious. It had been the first time that someone had commented on his everyday attire… or questioned it rather. His mother and friends back home used to tell him he looked nice, that was different.
”The latter, I guess. I’ll probably end up picking up a book or two. I don’t have much to do back at the room,” he said frowning, while letting his mind wander to thoughts of Damon running, it was strange to think of teachers doing mundane things like exercise. At home he’d spend a lot of time playing on his electronic drums and messing around with music, it wasn’t as easy to so here. He could use the music classrooms, but it wasn’t the same as being at home. He was more comfortable doing that stuff in the comfort of his own, unshared bedroom. ”Yeah, I didn’t spend a whole lot of time in places like this back home. I liked being at home unless I was with my friends.” he admitted shrugging. There were Barnes & Nobles back where he was from, but he didn't do anything more than buy books and go back home to be alone.
Diners were cool. He’d been to a few in his life; there were a lot down at the beach. Diners were where his family liked to eat during the family vacations, not that they’d had those in a very long time. Everyone was too busy now. ”I have been to a few.”
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Post by Sama'el Damon Haile on Oct 22, 2012 16:26:14 GMT -6
[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;] 0733 WORDS FOR KAINthis post is a pile of crap. i apologize. >.< DREAM [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Damon did not find a thing wrong with the way that Kain dressed. It was a little more formal than what most teens would wear, but it was different and the teen made it look really nice. Of course, it did not stop Kain from wondering what the boy would look like with his clothes more rumpled and his hair a mess. He did not think he had ever seen Kain looking that laid back. "I sometimes dress like what you’re wearing." Damon chuckled softly at Kain's statement and nodded a little. He did not doubt it in the slightest, but it was still a foreign thought, to see Kain looking less put together than normal. He was sure that it would definitely look... cute, for lack of a better term. It almost made Damon want to reach over and ruffle the teen's hair, but he kept his hands to himself, taking another drink of his coffee instead. "I'm sure you look good either way, sweetheart," Damon stated with a nod, sincere in the statement. He honestly believed it, and did not stop to think that it might've been a bit odd to think of how attractive ones student was. Kain was obviously very attractive. There was nothing wrong with boosting his ego a little and telling him that he did look good, right? Right.
Damon ran every day. It was not an exercise thing for him, really. It was more for energy, and to help him keep things in check. The exercise was a plus. There was something good about the adrenaline rush that came with a run that the teacher definitely enjoyed. He nodded a little in understanding as Kain stated that he had not had much to do back at the dorms. Damon had nothing keeping him at home, either, really. He had no paperwork to do, and his guitar was in need of new strings before he could really mess around with music. So errands it was. Plus, it was not like he did not need to pick up some things; though, he was starting to wonder if that would end up happening since he stopped to talk to Kain. He could not bring himself to mind if it did not, however. Damon smiled and laughed softly as Kain admitted that he had preferred staying at home if he was not out with friends. "That sounds a lot like me," Damon stated with a nod, flicking his hair out of his eyes once again. "I'm not a huge fan of being out and about alone. I'd rather have someone I know around. It's nice... comforting, I guess? It definitely does not leave as much room for boredom, anyway." Damon was generally more private, the type of person who came off distant and cold just because he kept people at arms length until he got to know them; but, he was still pretty social, at least, he was if he was going to be in a public setting. What was the point in going out if you were going to be all alone? Sure, he'd run errands and stuff alone, but that was different. "My dad forced us to go them all the time when we were on vacation at the beach. They’re pretty cool." Family vacations had never been a big part of Damon's life, but he could see how something like that would be annoying at the time though something to look back fondly on at the same time. He could tell that the memory was a better one for Kain and smiled softly with a nod. "'Ve you been out to the beach up here, yet, hon? It's kinda cold and vacant this time of year, but still oddly pretty. 'Least I think so. S'a good place to wander out to for time alone and fresh air, or to just hang out with some friends." He almost wanted to make sure that Kain got to see some of the better parts about living up in the area. After all, the teen was stuck there, even when he should not have been. He would hate for the young man to be even more miserable than just being there would make any teen. Damon really could not even begin to picture how terrible it would have been to be sent to a place like that. Rehab was bad enough.
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