<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d6/28/53/d6285301c0ee88ad27ad136149269e38.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Armando Muñoz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12918814#msg12918814)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans and a T shirt over what he wears in the picture.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On a wonderful spot near the lake<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>5th September, almost midnight<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hana<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Listening to a song or two. Or three.<br/><hr/><br/>"Hey I can survive and that's just about it for me. I can't easily retain information that isn't about people I know. I can't reliably do any kind of art or cooking or anything that is a mix of creativity and physical skill. I look like a damned alien and even with all that I am still a positive guy because I looked long and hard for what I was good at. I focused on those things and I made them what really mattered to me. So what if you can only do music, which I'm sure isn't all you can do, just focus on it and being good at it. Don't let what you don't like about yourself ruin the success of what you like about who you are. " Armando would say after she counted up all her flaws and as she got her instruments out to start playing.<br/><br/>He would listen peacefully to her songs as they would remind him how he had felt for all those years he was trapped in a cell while people poked and prodded him and did everything they could to try and kill him or replicate what he could do. It didn't feel good to have those memories and emotions thrown back in his face but he had made his peace with that all mostly and was able to go back to fewer thoughts about what had happened to him and more to how the song was making him feel. He wanted to make sure she didn't feel like that. He wanted to be able to speak to her in what he was pretty sure was her native language. He did not realize it at first that he could now do just that if only for a little bit.<br/><br/><em>"See don't be sad about what you aren't good at. Enjoy what you are good at. Like this, you gave me control over my powers that previously I had to just hope would do more than helping me live through anything. You have the ability to let me do just about anything and all you had wanted to do was play some songs. Music is enough and I get you feel lonely but you are in a place where just about everyone has felt like that. You aren't alone now. You aren't a freak now especially not as long as you stand next to me." </em>He would say with a kind smile as he cries a little bit as well not noticing as it had been while since he had the ability to.<br/><br/><br/><br/>