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Post by Eirik on Dec 5, 2005 22:11:49 GMT -5
Arthur took it back from Fineen squirreling it away from the other woman's sight. It was not meant for her to see. Only those that Arthur like would be privileged to see it. The rest of the population would have to make do with there merger lives as they always have. Once Arthur got it quickly back into it's case and safely stowed away in his backpack once more Arthur turned back to the woman. With a bright smile almost from ear to ear and a frantic nodding of YES! Arthur let the lady know he was ready for food. It was almost cartoon looking his over all appearance and the lady chuckled to herself upon seeing it. She pulled from her tray a small meal for Arthur and placed it into he eager to receive hands. They twitched waiting for it to placed into them until it was then the tray was infront of Arthur and opened in a blink of an eye. Arthur began to dig into the food without any thought at all. The workers across from him said something about minding manners but Arthur did not pay them any attention. He hated them, they were always acting friendly around him when he knew they did not like him at all. they were completely and utterly fake and worse they were arrogant and condescending to him as well. They thought themselves his better all because they could talk better and express themselves clearly enough for others to understand. Arthur started to chew with his mouth open showing them the mixed contains of his meal all in one mashed swirling mix.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Dec 21, 2005 16:39:58 GMT -5
At the release of the small treasure Fineen turned to the upright woman. She watched at the lady pass Arthur a plastic tray covered in tin foil. She hated prepared meals, growing up on a farm she always had hot fresh food. Nothing heated in a microwave even touch her mother kitchen table. Her stomach turned as the site of what Arthur was eating, but being raised in a good upstanding house-hold she swallowed her dislike for the zipped chicken and nodded for hers. Her nod was alot lease cartoon looking and more of i'll take it because it would be rude to say no. " May ain't you too the quite ones"The woman laughed as she placed Fineen plastic tray in the holders infront of her seat. Fineen just stared at what was given to her, the smell was bearable and it was hot. So she slowly paled the foil of, and she glared under it. As if waiting for a monster to jump out of the dish, she was unsure what her eyes would reveal. The smell of chicken filled the air as the final corner of foil was removed. Her thoughts where still unsure about this meal, <but at lease it was hot >she though . She picked up her fork with her thumb and index finger, as shown by her mother. A lady always should show good table manors was what her mother said. She began to eat her chicken and green peas bite by bite. But soon the sounds of open mouth chewing was heard, she turned to see Arthur's toothy grin smeared with all kinds of what was food once. She turned for face back down to her plate and continued to eat as she did at home. She had no idea why he was smile as he eat, and she wouldn't about to ask. For fear of having food bits spit at her. God knows if he would swallow before talking.
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Post by Eirik on Jan 26, 2006 18:24:14 GMT -5
The social workers were sufficiently upset with him and he noticed out the corner of his eye that Fine en was disgusted with his behavior. He closed his month and started to chew properly once again. He was not trying to make Fine en unease. His intent was just to show his content for the two workers and he had hoped to grouse them out well he was at it.
Arthur looked back down at his food and started to use his fork and took smaller bites. His paced slowed as he continued on. Now it was what others would call sociably acceptable. One of the two social workers told him before but what was acceptable and what wasn't well eating. That had been the cause of this out burst that poor Fine en had to witness and many others just like it.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Feb 18, 2006 14:16:43 GMT -5
Fineen had a feeling that Arthur open mouth chewing was not to come across as rude to her, but to display the fact he could careless what the social workers thoughts where on him. This trip was longer then she hoped, the few days on the train would soon eat its way at her. She was stick halfway between the home she loved and the brother she longed for. She quickly finished up for meal, not trying to look like she like it or hated it. Even tho the microwaved food made her wish to be sited around the warm table at home with one of her mothers home cooked meals.
With her empty tray on her lap she picked up the paper napkin and pressed it up against the corners of her lips. After she was ensured that her face was clean she turned her attention back to Arthur praying he was done too. To her surprise she wouldn't have the chance for the food cart lady had returned. " You"ll done " the woman requested with a smile and eyes closed tight. Fineen smile back as she lifted the tray up. " Was it to your liking" the food cart lady said. Fineen just keep smiling as not to offend the kind woman. The cart lady just bent down as she took the tray form Fineen small hands " your braver then me" she whispered" I cant stand train food" she laughed. With that Fineen seemed to start laughing but not a sound of joy was heard, just the look of laughing was seen. Soon Fineen soundless laugh would be killed as the cart lady asked in a cheery tone" So where are you heading " Fineen stared at the woman with a blank look, the woman had asked a question with out a YES or NO answer. Fineen had to speak, no head shake would tell this woman where her ticket had intended her to arrive. Fineen face look uneasy only a scared smile was seen, the kind of smile you make when you dont know what to say or do, when your put on the spot. You feel like your the center of attention in a dark room with a spot light beating down on you.
What was she to do she could not answer this question without opening her mouth. The deathly silents was starting to creep even her out. She began to fidget with her finger, her eye racing form person to person. She looked very unconformable and she was certain Arthur would notice which only made her fidget even more. She had ever had anyone ask her anything but yes or no question. Everyone in her home town guess she was mute and ever asked question that she can't nod or shake her head to. But this cart lady had no idea who she was. Fineen swallowed many time, hoping that she would swallow her tongue and solve the problem. But with no luck of her tongue being swallowed she just gazed at the woman who had a look of confusion. Then a look of shock come to the cart lady's face as Fineen hadn't answered her question but look uneasy. " Oh my dear, Im so sorry" the cart lady explained. The lady had put Fineen's silents and her fidgeting together and realized that Fineen couldn't talk. The woman thought what all the towns people though.... Fineen was mute. " Please forgive me " she cried " I had no idea". With a breath of relieve fineen shoke her head as to say its ok.
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Post by Eirik on Feb 28, 2006 20:47:42 GMT -5
Arthur finished and handed his tray to the lady as she had finished speaking with Fineen or not. Arthur didn't care what had been happening next to him and did not even noticed the tension of the people around him.
After returning the tray to the lady he looked about at faces and knew he was missing something. He felt stupid once again but did not dwell on it as he had accepted long ago that he was. To many people over the years all told him such. Only two people in his whole life had said otherwise.
Arthur felt a little awkward but looked towards Fineen again. He had noted that she had not said anything but that was nothing strange to Arthur. Arthur hardly ever spoke himself. He could but not well enough to convey what points he wished to make or express himself correctly. Also he was just quiet. All of these things made him a better artist. It was a way to express himself properly. Some might miss interrupted his art but they could still take something with them from it.
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Post by Negate/Alex Knight on Mar 20, 2006 18:01:18 GMT -5
Fineens could feel the knots in her stomach untie as the lady raced off with their empty trays and food cart. This was the first time in her short life that she felt uneasy about her lack of speech. Normally a nod or shake of the head answered any question. Its not that she could not talk, infact she hadn't never even tried to. At a very young age just before her brother left on his journey he pleaded that she choose her words with great care. In fear of what he meant she was in a way stripped of her voice. She would not speak, that was until she reached the age of 12 and her average telepathic powers surfaced. She was now given what her mother called her inner voice. That she shared only with her parents and the animals on their small farm. It was like a dictionary that was under lock and key had opened spilling out of her mind in waves.
But she wasn't in her small Canadian home, and she would have to try not to speak with her inner voice till she reached her brother. Her body language would have to do till then. As Fineen turned back to face the backpart of the sit infront of her she sighed, a sigh of relief.
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Post by Eirik on Apr 9, 2006 11:15:46 GMT -5
Arthur was starting to grow tired as the evening was approaching quickly. Not that it was all that late but he had been gaining time that made it seem like he had been stuck in perpetual day light. He had not slept well with all the people coming and going, the fact that social workers were near at hand and always watching him like he was some sort of terrible creature. Now though things had changed since sleep was starting to catch up to him.
Arthur yawned again did not cover his mouth for the benefit of the workers but was smart enough to face just enough away from Fineen so that she could not see. Arthur smiled broadly as a look of disdain came across their faces. They were not very good at there job.
Arthur stood up and stretched completely. Hands way into the air and pulling all his joints and limbs to the maximum they would allow. The train was cramped as badly as a jet. He was wishing they would have flew him to Bayville but for the single fact that he would not have met Fineen.
Bayville was only a sleep away now and early the next morning it would be time to get off the train. He would have been sad but he notice Fineen too was getting off. He liked her and knew she was not judging him like the others did. He already considered her friend.
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