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[Miles Jeffery Dyson]

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[atrb=border,0,true] Miles wasn't entirely sure why he had to care about what he was supposed to be doing at this stupid school. He'd never really gone to school before he'd been in foster care, and he'd always been a little behind on the times because of his later start in life. People just assumed that he was slow. He had never really been able to catch up with his fellow students because he didn't really see the point in it. They were all three years ahead of him in their book learning, but he dared any of them to live out on the streets and survive without the help of an adult when they were a child. They would have been killed, he was almost positive. He might not have the book learning that they did, but he sure as hell had the street smarts. He shook his head slightly as he leaned against the wall in the hallway. The bell had just rang to signify the end of the last class so school hours were technically over. Well... classtimes anyway. He hadn't gone but to two of his classes that day, and he didn't particularly seem phased by the fact that he'd missed five classes on his first day of school. He supposedly had a meeting with his counsellor later that afternoon as well. Yeah, see how much he cared. He was just racing to have someone tell him how fucked up he was. Right. He lifted his legs so that his knees were bent, resting his elbows on his knees as he closed his eyes, resting his head back against the wall behind him. He only moved his legs because he would rather not have to suffer a broken leg or two because some idiot walked all over him. Idiots. Like they couldn't see him, but he didn't really give a shit anyway. It wasn't like he wasn't used to having broken bones. Hell, he couldn't tell you how many times he'd had broken ribs before he'd even turned ten years old. A broken arm, broken nose... hell, even his jaw had been cracked at one point. But that didn't really matter, he supposed, they had like... three doctors here or some outrageous shit like that or something. Imagine, a high school employeeing not school nurses but three actual doctors. A bit of overkill, then again, considering the types of kids that went to this school.... he supposed it was necessary. Maybe serious injury happened frequently enough that they were needed. He was lost in his thoughts as he sat there in the hall way until a scuffle nearby caught his attention. He opened his eyes, turning his head to see a few of the 'jock' type guys picking on a smaller male with black hair. The youth's books had been thrown to the floor and they were pushing up against the lockers and junk. He sighed softly, pushing himself up to his feet and he moved towards the group. "Hey!" he exclaimed, taking in the look of the males and tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "C'mon man, leave 'im alone," Miles stated simply. "He's obviously not about to fight you back, so why the hell are you bothering with him?" he added, arching an eyebrow as the male stated something about the male being a one-eyed freak. He cast a glance towards the other male that they had been harassing and noticed for the first time that the other had one normal eye... and another... animal?... eye? Probably a contact... or a glass eye. Oh, he only had the one eye. How twisted. He looked back at the group of males. "Well, be that as it may, it ain't his fault he's only got one eye, so back off." He then shifted, putting himself between the other boy and the group, watching them carefully. Of course, the instant that one of them reached forward to either strike him or move him, Miles wasn't sure which and frankly didn't care, his hands came out of his pockets as he grabbed the wrist, twisting it quickly and hearing a quick snap before he kicked the other male back and away from him to the floor and then turned to take on the next guy that came after him, and soon enough he was sailing back against the far lockers with a bloody nose and Miles turned to the third who was simply staring at him. He then slowly backed away and moved towards his friends to help them up and moved away. Miles then calmly turned back towards the smaller male, tucking his hands back into his pockets. "You alright?" He starts to roam the streets at night He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

[Kyle Michael James]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Kyle sighed and looked around. He was still getting use to only one eye since it only happened a few days ago. They had actually just let him out of the Infirmary earlier today. They wanted to make sure that he was going to be fine because they had taken his eye out with just a knife. He didn’t have in a normal glass eye like he planned since he was waiting on a few to come in. Instead he had animal eyes, and other such designs since they didn’t need to match his eye color like the school believed. The school had notified his parents and they were worried, but otherwise didn’t say anything. They didn’t really talk to him either, and he was left alone here. He had began receiving letters from Erik in the Jail, but when the school realized who it was, they put a stop to it and didn’t let his letters get to Kyle, or Kyle’s letters get to Erik. Kyle had just put his sunglasses back on keeping his eye socket covered since his last teacher asked him to take them off. He had his hair covering it anyways, but he kept the sunglasses on as a form of protection in a way. The doctors had warned him about his eye socket being vulnerable or something, but he wasn’t really listening to them at the time. They said if his glass eye was to fall out, or if they were to push it into his skull it would injure him even more. He hadn’t seen Yony or Vi around since it happened, but he didn’t expect anything less. He was sure that they were being punished for it, but he didn’t want the getting in trouble for it. He walked along the wall, keeping his hand on it since he couldn’t see where it was, and his vision was limited more towards his right side. He accidentally bumped into someone when he felt the wall end, and he wanted to keep going straight. He felt his books go flying before he looked at them, and saw that they were the Jocks of the school. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you” he said before he felt weightless and heard and felt the smash of the locker against his back. Kyle heard someone telling the Jocks to leave him alone. He didn’t know who would be doing it, but certain people were just helpful in that situation, but others would just leave him to be beat. As they had thrown him towards the locker his sunglasses were ripped off because they were making fun of him for having only one eye. He felt them drop him and he quickly regained his footing before seeing the one that was defending him step between him and the bullies. Kyle watched as this one guy simply just took on all three of the guys, when Kyle simply couldn’t do that. After simply breaking, or probably badly spraining the one’s wrist, and giving the other a bloody nose, the third just gave up and went to help them. It was scary to see how fast the boy that was helping him was able to hurt the three that had just been about to hurt him in just a few seconds. “I’m… I’m fine” he stuttered out still in shock and rather scared of why this kid had decided to save him. He wasn’t anything special and of course the fact that he had been able to hurt three muscled guys easily.

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[Miles Jeffery Dyson]

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[atrb=border,0,true] Miles wasn't entirely sure what to make of this new kid. He looked like he was completely petrified... of him! He had just saved this kids ass from getting beaten, maybe locked in a locker or something, and the kid was looking at him like he was the bad guy. He watched the other guy, debating on just walking away from him before he shook his head slightly and knelt down, pulling his hands from his pockets as he went. Once down on one knee, he began to pick up the scattered papers and stacking the books and things up together before standing up and offering the pile to the other male. He wasn't entirely sure why this dude was afraid of him, he wasn't the one who'd been about to beat him up, or... whatever it was that those creeps had been planning. "You should really watch who you piss off, you know. I won't always be around to save your ass." Not that he was going to do that anymore if this was the thanks that he got. Fighting in his old school had typically been dealt with by way of a week or so of suspension. He didn't even know, could you get suspended from this school? It wasn't like he lived right down the block, so what, they couldn't just kick him out on the streets. Then again, it wouldn't be like that was anything new. From what he understood, Seattle wasn't all that far away, and Seattle probably wasn't much different from Chicago. Or maybe they'd expel him, send him home. He could deal with that too, he knew places he could sleep where it would be relatively safe in Chicago. Hole up with some other homeless people. All over this kid with a weird eye thing going on. He raised a hand, gesturing towards his own face, circling his finger around his own right eye and watched him. "So what happened here? Doesn't look like something you were born with. Looks... actually relatively new," The eyelids and skin around it looked a little pink, as if the wound were still healing or something like that. He wondered what could have happened to turn this boy into an effective cyclops. Had he had some kind of accident where a stick had gouged out his eye or had it been intentional? Self inflicted? Or torture? He wasn't entirely sure one way or the other, but looking at it for to long was starting to creep him out, so he decided just to keep his gaze on the one good eye instead. It was very hard not to stare though. He held out his hand at this point. "I'm Miles. It's my first day here... is that like... an average occurance for every day?" he asked, gesturing in the direction that the other male's had run off too. "You really should walk around with a friend or something, bullies like that tend to only take on those that are alone, away from the group. Kinda like a lion. They pick the one wildebeest that's off on its own, unprotected. All predators are the same, they're less likely to attack two than they are to attack one." He starts to roam the streets at night He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

[Kyle Michael James]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Kyle bit his lip after the kid had saved him. It made him feel awkward that they were just standing there in a weird awkward silence. He smiled when the kid said that he should watch who he pisses off. It wasn’t like he even pissed anyone off; they just didn’t like him for him. “It’s hard to watch people when you can’t really see that well anymore” he said with a smile before letting out a small giggle. He knew that that was a smart ass response but it was true. He was having more issues with dealing with sight, and dealing with his eye being torn out since Yony and Vi had taken it onto themselves to remove it just days ago. Kyle watched as the kid motioned to his eye and he sighed knowing that people wanted to know how it happened. “It only happened about two days ago. It was removed by another student here actually…. I accidentally bumped into the wrong person rushing to class around a corner and they decided that I didn’t need my eyes anymore. They were stopped by two staff members before they could remove the other.” he said before shrugging. He knew he couldn’t change it now, but at least he wasn’t completely blind and was able to actually see partially. He wasn’t good with distance anymore. He couldn’t see as wide as he use to as his peripheral vision had been badly impacted by the eye being removed. “I’m Kyle, it maybe your first day here, but it’s my first day back since the whole ordeal that happened a few days ago. They just let me out of the infirmary with the warning of how dangerous it can be if I get hurt there again.” he said before looking around and noticing that the guys had finally ran off. “Bullies are rather normal, but this has all started recently since the whole eye removal thing. Friends aren’t that easy when my eye was removed rather quickly after I arrived here. I should have been more careful when I first arrived here but I made a mistake, and I can’t change that now” he said before shrugging again.

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[Miles Jeffery Dyson]

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[atrb=border,0,true] Miles arched an eyebrow when the other male stated that it was hard to watch people when he couldn't see that well anymore. "Sucks, I'm sure. But you gotta learn to adapt. Obviously, you win't gonna get all that much sympathy from the guys around here," he stated, gesturing around at the people in the hallways who were still just going about their business. He didn't like people that wallowed in self pity. "You take what you're given and you learn to work with it. You shouldn't walk around feeling sorry for yourself, you know," he pointed out. "Without any confidance, its no wonder you get picked on..." He would be surprised if the male hadn't been picked on even before he'd lost the eye. He didn't exactly seem like the type to stand up for himself. He did arch an eyebrow as the other male stated that his eye had only recently been removed... by another student here. Oh yeah, so he was definitely the type to get picked on. "You've gotta be kidding. Another student took your eye out?" he demanded, shuddering slightly at the mere thought of having his eye removed by a random student. "Well, at least you got the one still left. I can't imagine something like that." He shook his head slightly, biting back another shiver at the horror of it. It was official, he'd been sent to Hell. He looked back at the other male carefully. "So who did it? So I know to avoid them in the future." If they were still around. Could they get expelled from this school? He nodded when the other stated that his name was Kyle and that it was his first day out of the infirmary since his eye had been removed. "I'm surprised they let you out so soon, to be honest. If you'd been in a normal hospital, they'd probably have kept you more than a couple of days," he pointed out, watching the other carefully, tilting his head slightly. He nodded as the other male stated that he hadn't been there that long to begin with anyway. "Well, that kind of sucks. I guess you'll just have to be extra careful. If I were you, I'd be asking for one of those nifty cane things... or maybe a service dog. They have to allow service animals, its kind of the law. You should see if you can get one, that'd be pretty nifty." He nodded slightly. "It'd also help keep the bullies away too, not many people want to fuck with someone who has a dog." He starts to roam the streets at night He learns how to steal and he learns how to fight

[Kyle Michael James]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Kyle shrugged when he said that he had to learn to adapt. Sure he was learning, but it wasn’t simple based on the fact that he had just had it happen and he didn’t think it was possible to adapt that fast. Kyle smiled when he said that it wasn’t good to feel sorry for himself. He really didn’t feel sorry for himself. He just had to deal with what happened, and he knew that the bullies would always be there to be dicks to others. Especially the jocks, they were as bad as the royals when it came to being bullies. “It’s not that I don’t have self confidence, I just…. I just relate to some things about what happened when my eye was removed” he said before shrugging. It was true. He was naturally obedient to people with personality disorders, or even the people that were just completely psychotic. He had also been taught by Erik that screaming meant more pain and led to more injuries that possible couldn’t be healed. Kyle smiled when he asked who did it. “You’d know them if you saw them, but otherwise I haven’t seen them since it happened” he said avoiding the true question. Erik had taught him not to tell people who he was, and the one time that he got mad at him, he told and then was taken away and he didn’t want that to happen ever again. Kyle shrugged about being out so soon. “I guess they think I’m safe since they’re locked up and not able to be near me” he looked around again before smiling when he mentioned a service dog. “That does sound cool. I’ve never had a pet before so it’d help with some things probably”he said before nodding. “Teach my dog to growl when I want it to”. He said grinning before nodding. “I may have to talk to someone about that.” he said mostly to himself, but he was sure Miles heard and would comment.

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