A Father Figure (Ryven and Kuroi)
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				Title: <strong>A Father Figure (Ryven and Kuroi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oliander</strong> on <strong>09-01-2009, 03:54:23</strong>
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				<em><strong>"....it was the hardest ten months of my life. Each day was worse than the end and all I could do was pray that the day I leave would come."</strong><br><br>Not that these little shits cared.<br><br>The lights were a little too bright; he held his hand over his eyes briefly, squinting at the crowd in front of him. The students weren't paying attention to him; they talked amongst themselves, laughing or passing notes. He noticed a few faces looking at his direction though, and that was enough motivation to keep talking. That, and he wouldn't get paid unless he finished.<br><br><strong>"I was no longer fighting for my country- I was fighting for my life. All that mattered to me was getting back home in one piece."</strong><br><br>These kids would never know how that felt. Suburban children living pampered, comfortable lives, with their only worries being what they'd wear the next day.<br><br>He was blessed with keeping a full head of hair, the dark gray mane flowing back and seamlessly connecting to the thick but neat peppered beard. His skin seemed to keep a perpetual tan from his days of service, and slight bronze did well to hide his age. Green eyes squinted against the lights- can't they see they're killing him? <br><strong><br>"But.... despite everything I suffered, I am grateful for what I learned and what I experienced in my time in the Army. It made the man that I am today."</strong><br><br>That last part he was required to add at the end of his speech. Apparently, the veteran's committee didn't like his bleak look on the war, and he sadly liked the money he earned from these 'motivational seminars.'<br><br><strong>"Thank you."<br></strong><br>There was light applause- after the faculty had urged the students to clap.<br><br>"Give a hand to Mr. Reeves. Thank him for coming." The principal reminded through the microphone.<br><br>He waved lightly, but got off that auditorium stage as goddamn soon as possible. Pushing through the side door of the assembly hall, Anthony loosened his tie and breathed a sigh of relief. He was cooking in this suit.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father Figure (Ryven and Kuroi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 00:21:03</strong>
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				The crowd was less than attentive as the guest speaker, a war veteran named Anthony Reeves, talked about his experiences during his time of service.&nbsp; Only a handful of students and the faculty took in what he was saying, one of which was Andrew Segal, a senior and all-around good student.&nbsp; His father was in the army and had actually moved up a few ranks before being deployed during the first Gulf War.&nbsp; He had left just after Andrew was born, leaving him and his mother for a period of at least a year before he would return, and he did before being deployed again.<br><br>The pattern continued for a few years like that, his father leaving for a year then returning for a month or two before leaving again.&nbsp; It didn't get to Andrew though because his mother always made sure to remind him of who his father was...until his death.&nbsp; Andrew was five years old at the time of his death, and he still remembers to this day where he was and what he was doing when the uniformed men arrived at their door.&nbsp; The meltdown his mother had when she heard the news was etched into his mind permanently, and the memory it left behind was like some cave painting, a relic from times long past yet holding so much meaning.<br><br>Andrew couldn't process how it felt at the time, and he honestly doesn't remember how he reacted.&nbsp; However, he held some deep feeling ever since then which he could not quite understand, as if some part of him had been switched off or detached.&nbsp; The year after his father's death was spent in an emotionless stupor.&nbsp; He went through his usual routine of life, and eventually, after that year had passed, it slowly began to get better.&nbsp; It was never the same as before, but it was better.&nbsp; <br><br>During his middle school years, Andrew took an interest in recent historical events, especially the war which his father had died in.&nbsp; His interest grew into his high school years where he took as many history classes as he could along with becoming a member of the history club.&nbsp; It was why he was one of the few that was actually paying attention to the guest speaker this day at school.&nbsp; <br><br>The man had just finished his lecture, leaving a bit too hastily for Andrew's taste.&nbsp; He would have liked to spoken to him in person and perhaps discuss what being in a situation like that had been like.&nbsp; Andrew's father would routinely send letters back from where he was deployed, explaining his thoughts and feelings as well as just generally saying how much he missed his family.&nbsp; There was a lot of detail to his situation in the war...the adrenaline, the uncertainty, and the unknown...how he could die at any minute.&nbsp; His mother hadn't allowed Andrew to read those particular letters until he was older, but he appreciated them still.<br><br>The students had begun to file out of the auditorium then, urgently pushing toward the exits in an effort to escape the school building.&nbsp; Guest speakers or any other presentation to the student body were usually reserved for the end of the day so the students would be able to leave afterward, and this was no exception.&nbsp; Andrew, however, walked toward the front doors of the auditorium in order to see if he could at least try to talk to Mr. Reeves a bit more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father Figure (Ryven and Kuroi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oliander</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 04:20:20</strong>
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				He'd do his damnedest to avoid these kids on his way out. Hell, he'll be avoiding teenagers for the next few months if at all possible. Out of the auditorium, he made his way down the long hallway. He could hear the kids stampeding down the other direction, but he was walking toward the back doors; it'd take him right into the faculty parking lot. Finally getting his tie off, he hung it over his shoulder and let out a long sigh as he undid the first two buttons of his collared shirt.<br><br><em>Another assembly, another check to tide him over for a few months</em> were his only after-thoughts on this experience. Sure, he might be glad if some of these brain-dead kids were to walk away with something substantial from this experience, but he'd long since learned to stop keeping his hopes up. The war was so far away, these kids didn't have any idea what it really was, even if you spell it out to them plainly. <br><br><em>Well, fuck 'em.</em> Another common after-thought following one of these assemblies. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father Figure (Ryven and Kuroi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-01-2009, 18:28:14</strong>
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				Andrew pushed through the double doors into a deserted hallway with only the sound of retreating footsteps at the far end as the only sign of its one lone inhabitant.&nbsp; He saw that it was, indeed, Mr. Reeves, so the teen began walking after him.&nbsp; "Mr. Reeves."&nbsp; His voice was at a semi-loud volume, hopefully enough to get his attention.&nbsp; When he got no response, he repeated the man's name, only louder this time.&nbsp; "Mr. Reeves!"&nbsp; <br><br>The moderately tall brunette had just caught up with the graying older man who seemed none too please to have been waylaid by one of the 'brain-dead kids' he held a high amount of disdain for.&nbsp; "Hi.&nbsp; Umm...I'm Andrew Segal, and I was wondering if...I could talk to you more about your experiences and such.&nbsp; My dad was in the army before he died and...I was hoping that I'd be able to learn more about what he went through to maybe...bring me closer to him."&nbsp; He struggled to find the right words to say to the veteran, but the teen wasn't sure it came out right.&nbsp; Andrew missed his father dearly, and he'd do near anything to get a better understanding of who he was.<br><br>The boy shifted on his sneaker clad feet, hands buried in the front pouch of his dark blue hoodie to hide the nervous fidgeting of his fingers while his jeans rode a tad low on his hips due to forgetting to put on his belt this morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father Figure (Ryven and Kuroi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oliander</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 09:18:24</strong>
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				<em>"Mr. Reeves!"</em><br><br>Great, just great. He ignored his name being called from behind- deafness was part of being old, anyway. No reason why he couldn't use the few perks that came with age.<br><br><em>"Mr. Reeves!"</em><br><br>Damn persistent kid. Didn't he know when he was getting snuffed? He could hear rapid footsteps getting closer, so he figured he wouldn't be able to get out of this one. Resigning, He slowed to a stop in the middle of the hallway and let the kid catch up. When he came into view, Anthony took the time to inspect the boy while he delivered his sob story. His style of dress was typical- he looked like he rolled off his bed and fell into a pile of clothes. It's a shame, he'd be a handsome kid if he just knew how to dress. <br><br>When the kid was done, he responded with a groan and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry to... uh.... hear that, son. I'm sure your dad was a good man for serving in the war. Sorry, kid." He nodded somewhat awkwardly, turning and starting down the hall again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father Figure (Ryven and Kuroi)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 21:02:32</strong>
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				He was a bit dumbfounded as the older man proceeded to walk away with only a few short words of mild sympathy.&nbsp; Had the man heard anything he just said?&nbsp; Andrew didn't mean to sound sorrowful over the death of his father; he'd just hoped that the war vet might be open to a more one-on-one discussion rather than the oppressing feeling of speaking in front of hundreds of students who probably didn't care anyway.<br><br>"<em>Hey!&nbsp; Mr. Reeves!</em>"&nbsp; He shouted after the man who had only made it about fifteen feet away.&nbsp; "<em>I'm not asking for much.&nbsp; I just want to talk to you...</em>"&nbsp; He added a bit of teenage attitude into his voice now.&nbsp; The way the man reacted to his initial words made it seem like he didn't care for much, especially the sad story of some no-name kid who lost his father over thirteen years ago.<br><br>Andrew stood in place, his body in a more aggressive stance now as if he'd keep chasing the man if he threatened to keep walking away.
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