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Carson Sanders ([info]ilevitate) wrote in [info]badwater_rpg,
@ 2009-01-08 13:07:00

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Entry tags:carson sanders, dietre abendroth, january

Who: Carson, OPEN
What: Sitting
Where: A bus stop
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: PG



Carson had been extremely nervous for a good part of the day. One of the men in the back of the bus looked suspicious. He wasn’t the man who had been following him but looked similar, at least. Possibly a new shift? Why would he follow Carson to work? It wasn’t like he levitated the bus or anything…however the man eventually got off near the end of Carson’s shift and he felt himself immediately relax. Stopping at the bus depot he let everyone get out and then switched shifts with the bus driver who always took over after him, offering a little smile and a hello.

After stepping inside the building to stamp his time card he headed right back out the door and over to a bench. Really he had no urge to leave right then and figured sitting at a bus stop at the bus depot might be relaxing. It might even be fun. After all, the man really did like watching people. Especially his people; his bus people. He loved the variety of citizens who took the buses whenever they needed to. Inside his head he would sometimes create stories for them; adventures if you will to amuse himself. So for the time being he sat there and hummed a little tune in his head, watching people. Thinking. Dreaming.

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-08 07:27 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't often that Dietre went out, aside from work or grocery shopping, and the occasion trip to the library. When he did, he usually took a taxi, but these days his money was running quite thin, and he felt he had to skimp wherever he could. That meant he had decided to opt for the bus, which was a little inconvenient seeing how he had to pay attention to the schedule.

Today he had actually gone to the mall, a place he almost never set foot in, but he really needed some new work shirts. White shirts had a very short life span when you work at the Olive Garden, the sleeves are real sauce magnets.

Having gotten what he went for, he was now going to have to wait for his change over bus. There wasn't one that went straight from the mall to his apartment, so he was stuck with making a pit stop at the depot. Passengers spilled from the first bus, Dietre with them, and when the crowd dispersed, the boy was clearly being followed by a large black dog. Well, it wasn't really following him, they were actually walking side by side, and if anyone paid attention they might notice that the two seemed to move with a kind of synchronization. Their pace was the same, they turned their heads at the same time, and appeared to look at the same things. It was as if everything had been choreographed.

How he had been allowed on a bus with that animal was anyone's guess, he didn't even have it on a leash.

Dietre scanned the closest available benches, and opted for the least crowded, just a single man.

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-08 07:34 pm UTC (link)
Of course the large dog caught Carson's attention immediately and his face lit up. He had a dog of his own - a Dalmatian named Sparky - and thus found a certain interest in other people's dogs. Especially ones that seemed so in tune with their owner's steps and movements. The dog looked where ever the boy looks, walks at the same speed, kept close...it was almost curious and Carson only wished Sparky was that well trained! His dog was a good one, of course, but not quite that good.

It was a treat when the young man sat at the other end of the bench and Carson glanced at him.

"I really like your dog. I assume he's friendly?" Since it wasn't on a leash or anything, it had to be well trained and not the kind to attack. Otherwise...it would be irresponsible to have the dog off a leash.

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-08 08:03 pm UTC (link)
Dietre stiffened, not expecting to be spoken to. Most people got a look at Klavier and kept their distance, the 'dog' looked too much like a wolf for comfort. Big black wild animals tended to be people repellent, which suited Dietre just fine. It was half the point anyway. Inwardly, D cursed himself for slipping up, again. It had actually become more work to not project Klavier, and so if he became distracted, the dog would pop up. He had kept it away on the bus, but once he got off it...

"Uhm...Just well trained..." The boy ran his hand through his hair, now concentrating on making the dog as realistic as possible, as well as trying to think of a way to keep the man from wanting to touch it. How would he explain it when his hand passed right through?

"He doesn't bite, he's harmless... but..uhm..I wouldn't pet him." That was kind of a contradiction? Harmless, but don't touch him? Maybe it would work anyway.

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-08 08:08 pm UTC (link)
Carson thought there was something off about the dog when he looked into its eyes. It seemed as if it wasn't quite there, like something out of the Harry Potter books he'd just read or something. That made him curious, especially when he was told it was best not to touch the dog. However he figured there was a logical explanation and just smiled a little bit.

"He a helper dog in training, then? Usually I'm not allowed to pet helper dogs which I think is a bit silly. It isn't like sitting there, while I give the dog a pat on the head, the person it is helping is going to die or what have you. Not that you are doing that. Or anything. I was just saying. Normally. I don't see the big deal but I can understand if you don't want me to touch him." And then he fell silent, looking at the dog again.

With his mind he tried to feel out the creature, tried to lift it yet it appeared there wasn't anything to lift. Now that was something he hadn't encountered before. It made him look at the young man suspiciously. Was he there to hurt him? Was he working for the man who followed him?

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-09 05:51 pm UTC (link)
A helper dog? In a weird sort of way Klavier was, Dietre felt less vulnerable with it around. The dog was like a security blanket. Some people got multiple personalities to deal with the stress of their lives, D ended up with an imaginary dog.

"Not..exactly.." The boy trailed off as the man continued to talk, to Dietre it seemed a confusing ramble, but that was his usual reaction to conversation. He caught that suspicious light in the stranger's eye and shifted uncomfortably in his chair, gnawing briefly at his lower lip. Now what was he supposed to do?

"...I just wouldn't want anything to happen, that's all."

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-09 07:15 pm UTC (link)
Carson just had to ask. He wanted to ask. The question was right there on the tip of his tongue: is your dog real? but he was nervous about provoking a bad reaction from the young man. What if the dog or the man lashed out at him for asking such a thing? Or perhaps the boy would think him crazy. Maybe his powers just weren't working right then, but the moment he focused on a pebble it hovered off the ground slightly so that couldn't be it.

"He isn't real, is he." Carson whispered so no one else could hear, looking at the dog.

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-09 07:52 pm UTC (link)
Dietre had been gazing down the road, as if he were keeping an eye out for his bus, but what he had really been doing was avoiding eye contact, trying to disengage himself from the situation. He thought he was doing a good enough job, but apparently he was wrong. The stranger's next words caused a strong reaction. The boy went pale, white as a sheet, head snapping around to stare at the man beside him, eyes wide and surprised. At the same instant, the dog seemed to...flicker. There was a second where its outline went hazy and ill defined, details gone, like an image on water when a pebble is thrown in. Perfect one moment, rippling nonsense the next. It lasted only a second, just a blip, then it was normal again. But what was done was done, Dietre knew it, he knew the man had seen.

He looked like he was about to throw up.

"..Don't tell anyone.." A strange mix of pleading and commandment in that accented voice.

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-09 08:31 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, oh, no no. I won't tell." He waved his hands and shook his head. "No don't worry. I...well." Maybe it wasn't smart to demonstrate his abilities in public, especially when it was known he was being followed, but he wanted to comfort the man. So he focused on the pebble he'd toyed with earlier and lifted it, moving it so it hung in midair right in front of the boy's face.

"I have my own ability."

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-09 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Dietre didn't looked convinced, and though he had now recovered from his shock and his expression was becoming more mask like, the dog betrayed his emotions. Its ears were back, and its stance was stiff. The dog seemed to be an extension of the boy, a kind of mirror. D's pale gray-blue eyes followed the pebble as it floated, and he was struck mute for a moment, only able to utter a single word.

"...Oh."

Then his brain kicked back into gear, and he reached out, grabbing the pebble out of the air.

"..I don't think doing that is a good idea..in public.."

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-09 09:38 pm UTC (link)
"I k-know..." Carson was startled by the young man's reaction. "But I wanted to show you that you are safe. I won't...tell people or anything because I have my own gift. So yeah." Blushing a little bit he glanced down at the ground. "I just wanted to show you. I just can't understand why people like us can't be open about what we do. We could do good in the world."

Carson's ability especially would be helpful for things like rescues or lifting fallen trees. He often thought about it.

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-10 06:59 am UTC (link)
"..I'm safe because not many people know what I can do, and I'd like to keep it that way.." Of course he did, but obviously he was having problems controlling himself, seeing how he was going around with the dog in public. The man didn't seem very threatening, Dietre, being shy himself, recognized those signs of awkwardness, and felt a little less defensive.

"Perhaps you could do good..I'm not sure how I could be helpful..." He paused, absently fiddling with the cuff of his long, woolen coat.

"...It doesn't matter, though. We can't be open. I've heard...I've heard there are people wanting to do research..." He shook his head.

"But I haven't seen anything...I prefer to keep out of it."

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-10 03:38 pm UTC (link)
"Its true. I've been followed before. It is scary and I don't know why people can't just leave us alone." He sat back a little, fiddling with the hem of his shirt a bit as he often did when nervous. Lowering his voice he looked to the young man and held out his hand. "I'm Carson, by the way." He whispered so no one could hear except D. "And I can lift things with my mind."

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-10 04:43 pm UTC (link)
"..You've been followed?" Dietre felt a sick sense of dread, regretting ever sitting here. It wasn't the man's fault, but Dietre worried that if there were people watching his bench companion, they may go for him next, because they spoke. It wasn't a self centered fear. He was thinking only of Robin, always terrified that something would happen to him. Dietre was sure he couldn't live now without him, and so was fiercely protective.

It was too late now, that polite streak in him wouldn't let him run off and leave Carson in his dust. He accepted the offered hand, giving it a kind of awkward shake.

"I'm Dietre...I can..I can make things with my mind."

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-10 04:45 pm UTC (link)
"Not right now. I would have seen him. The guy following me today got off on one of my last few stops, so you don't...have to worry. They leave at certain times during the day. I don't know why." He shrugged. "But it is good to meet you, Dietre. What do you call your dog?"

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-10 04:52 pm UTC (link)
The boy relaxed, but only slightly. Now he was going to be always looking over his shoulder, just in case. He glanced to the black creature sitting beside his feet.

"He's Klavier. ...It means piano." He wasn't sure why he added that tidbit of information, but he did.

"I'm not really sure he is a dog." A wolf maybe.

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-10 05:19 pm UTC (link)
"Piano? Do you play?" Carson seemed to perk up at that, wiggling his own fingers a bit. "I play piano too. Been playing since I was a kid. That is a clever name for a dog. What language is it?"

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-10 05:23 pm UTC (link)
Talking about music brought a little more life into the boy, more emotion in his face.

"Yes, I play, I mean to do it for a living ...if I can." He had been looking, but finding work as a pianist was discouragingly hard. He had answered an ad in the paper recently, and he hoped to hear back soon.

"German." Now that he said it out loud, it was easy to place his accent. It wasn't very strong, obviously he had been speaking English for a very long time, but it was there.

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-10 07:10 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, I'm sure you'll find somewhere to play. There are clubs and such that like new blood from time to time. Maybe I could help you? I have a couple connections." The people he knew weren't really friends per-say, but more just people who respected his talent as a piano player.

He caught on to the German accent and smiled a little. Really Carson thought foreigners were cool, especially since he rarely met any of them.

"How long have you been in the states?" Carson asked.

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-12 07:41 am UTC (link)
Clubs? Hm...

"I'm a little more..classically inclined..but, at this point I think I should go for what I can get, I suppose..Thank you." He could try it, if things came to that. Anything was better than the Olive Garden, to be honest. But the boy was really hoping he'd hear back from the man with the newspaper ad.

"About eight years or so." That meant he would have been a child. Most children lose their accents when that much time has passed, but Dietre did not. There had to be a certain level of interaction with English speakers, but D had been too isolated. It wasn't likely he would ever lose the accent now, but it fit him.

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-12 12:58 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, well. Then perhaps not clubs. I prefer to play jazz so jazz clubs are usually happy to accept me. I hope you find something to do, though. The world could always use more piano players." Carson offered him a smile, tilting his head.

"Wow. Since you were a little one and you still have the accent? Did you grow up around Germans?"

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-12 05:02 pm UTC (link)
His childhood wasn't exactly something he liked to dwell on, or speak about. But as long as the questions remained in vague, neutral territory, he supposed he could answer them.

"Uhm...my father.." Not really, he rarely saw the man for more than five hours stretched out over a week. And now, thankfully, never.

"..Mostly me, myself, and I."

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-12 10:52 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, sounds sort of like me." Carson giggled a little bit, smiling at his new friend. Or at least, the boy he thought was his new friend. "It was only my dad and I. Up to a few years ago, even. Until he died." He sighed softly. "Things haven't quite been the same but I'm dealing with it."

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-13 06:12 pm UTC (link)
Something about what the man said seemed a little familiar, and Dietre thought that perhaps he might have passed by Carson's journal at some point. He remembered something about a father's death.

"Ah...I don't think I would be bothered much, if mine should choose to die any time soon.."

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-13 06:21 pm UTC (link)
"You aren't on good terms with your father? I find that with a lot of young people these days. They either don't like their mother, father, or sometimes both even. I always considered myself lucky that my dad and I were so close." he smiled a little bit at the thought. "We played piano together."

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-13 06:27 pm UTC (link)
"Well, he doesn't like me either, so we are very much even." He paused, glancing to his 'dog' which was now curled at his feet, head on its paws. When he spoke again his voice was even softer than before.

"...My mother and I played piano..."

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-13 07:51 pm UTC (link)
Carson could only imagine the boy's mother was dead and he frowned a little bit, nodding and resting a hand on his shoulder.

"What happened to her?" He asked gently. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, of course."

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[info]silentsonata
2009-01-15 08:20 pm UTC (link)
Dietre instantly regretted mentioning her, his body stiffening up as Carson over stepped his bounds and asked about her.

"She died." His voice was cold, his words clipped, infused with tension.

"It happened a long time ago." The boy stood suddenly, now out of reach of Carson's comforting hand.

"...I've decided to walk. It is a grand day for exercise, is it not?" It was obvious that was not why he got up, he was only trying to run away from speaking about his past. He held out a hand for Carson to shake, his expression a strange mix of impatience, apology, and pain.

"You can contact me online, if you wish. I have one of those journals that seemed to be so popular here...Silentsonata..." He cleared his throat, looking away.

"...It was nice meeting you."

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[info]ilevitate
2009-01-15 08:50 pm UTC (link)
"It was...good meet you too." He murmured, frowning a little bit even as he reached out and shook his hand. "I'm sorry if I upset you." Obviously there was regret in Carson's eyes. "Have a good day?"

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