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Kevin Ford (bad_touch) wrote in academy_x, @ 2010-06-26 16:57:00

Who: Kevin and Cessily
When: Backdated like whoa to June 22, after Cessily's party.
Where: Kevin's room to start, then out and about.
What: Cess and Kev have reached an agreement of friendship, and now they have to practice acting like it. :P

Kevin was not a party sort of person. He tended to avoid large gatherings of people like the plague, and when he was forced to be in groups he was quiet and sullen and kept his head down. He was aware that there was a party going on outside, and even that it was for Cessily's birthday, but he wasn't about to go down there.

So he was sitting on the floor of his dorm room, bits and pieces of metal scattered across the floor as he tried to put together a present for the birthday girl. This was complicated by the fact that he really had no idea what Cessily might want as a present; his first guess for girls was jewelry of some sort, but she didn't really seem to wear any from what he'd seen. He didn't know yet whether she'd really like his sort of art and was sort of shy of giving her one of his sculptures or anything. So he was mostly just messing around with a boxful of little interesting pieces he'd found on his last couple of junkyard trips, moving the bits around to try and figure out what it was he wanted to make.

Something was coming together by the time the noise from the party below had faded away. That meant it was probably dinnertime -- not that dinner meant anything to Kevin, since it had been three years since he'd been able to eat, but it was a marker of time. He stood up for a minute to crack his back and neck, stretching out his body to let it rest, and gazed down contemplatively at what he had so far. It was actually sort of cool -- something like a dreamcatcher made of metal that could hang on the wall or from the ceiling. He'd found some fine metal mesh and had used bits of wire and tiny chains to attach the most interesting pieces from his scavenging trips: bits of glass, worn smooth by time and weather and wrapped carefully in wire; tiny cogs and wheels; bits of copper or tin that had melted and hardened in strange shapes during crashes or fires and that he'd carefully cleaned until they shone again. It wasn't exactly pretty, but Kevin liked the look of it. He actually gave the piece a smile, something he very rarely did if there was anyone around to see, and he settled down again to continue work.