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David Michael Monroe
 Posted: May 6 2014, 02:06 PM
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"Teacher thinks you're rude. Says, 'I don't like your attitude'. Well maybe you're just condescending, but bring us up to follow rules and throw us all in cubic rooms. But we're not gonna sit by idle. We're getting out, we're gonna find our way, hey, hey."
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The sun was shining, birds were singing, and David Monroe couldn't care less. At some point in the middle of the afternoon he'd hauled himself up into a tree (climbing was something he'd never been able to get enough of as a child and still seemed to do whenever he had the opportunity) and gotten comfortable on a branch. A bit on the shorter side compared to most guys - it seemed unlikely he would grow to be any taller than his mother's height of five foot seven inches - his leg dangled easily without causing much threat to anyone passing underneath. A silver plated harmonica was held to his lips, playing the notes to some made up tune. It had been an inheritance gift from his grandfather, the name "Jackson" still carved into the shiny metal. Though he'd never been one to put too much stock in material possessions outside of his cars, the harmonica meant something special to him. He played it every free chance he got.

Not that right now was technically free time. Davy should have been in school like all the other children. He may have been nineteen years old but until he finally managed to graduate he was stuck in the same old boring routine. Mrs. Ford was out on maternity leave though, and the period after that was gym. The day was too nice to spend cooped up indoors. Any self-respecting student would have done the same as he had and ditched as soon as humanly possible. He had no desire to sit in a classroom with a bunch of overeducated losers. There were better things he could be doing with his time, like sunbathing. And, once he'd gotten his fill of sunlight, he'd head over to the garage and see if he could pick up any extra work.

"Mmm... later." The words were mumbled out, a subconscious vocalization of his thoughts. Work was great and all, but the boy just wasn't in the mood right now. He'd found a branch not quite blocked by the sun and his inner animal was content to soak up as many rays as he could before some external reason decided he had to move. Eyes drifting closed, his hands lowered to rest against his stomach, harmonica still clasped tightly between his fingers. A yawn parted the boy's slack jaw, stretching out and rubbing his back against the tree. This was definitely the life. Now, as long as nobody disturbed him, he could enjoy a nap and catch up on some much wanted sleep.

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Sylvia Karis Winters
 Posted: May 24 2014, 02:56 AM
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It was a rare day for Sylvia, perhaps a day worth celebration: not once had she cried, nor had she even thought about crying. Some workplaces would mark something like "30 days without an accident," and along the same lines, Sylvia could be proud of "30 hours without so much as a tear"... But what could she say? It was simply too beautiful a day for crying! And the fact that she had the day off work to enjoy herself-- that just made it better!

Sylvia gravitated to the park on her free days, if only because of habit. It was a popular place to bring the children when they were feeling rambunctious and fussy. She couldn't count how many times she'd had to take off her tights to wade into the pond and retrieve something that one of the kids had dropped... And then, inevitably, she'd trip on something in the water and fall face-first. Oh, well!

Since it was a school day, she didn't expect to see any children around. She'd come for some peace of mind and the chance of seeing some drifter on a motorcycle. It was no secret that Sylvia admired motorcycles, appreciating them ever since her brother Iver had taken to riding them religiously. She considered them to be an epitome of the manliness that she often tried to imitate. If she was lucky, she could catch a motorcycle gang as they were stopped in town while on a trip, and even when her friends would beg her not to talk to them, she would tromp over and ask them about their motorcycles. She was surprised by how many polite people rode motorcycles... And that was a good thing since, despite her interest in the craft, she knew absolutely nothing of mechanics and forgot everything they told her as soon as they said it. Despite this (or perhaps because of this), she was endearing to those who loved to share knowledge of their motorcycles and they usually had no qualms about talking her up about how great their rides were.

Today, though, she found no bikers except those that rode on bicycles, and that was why she'd wandered over closer to the pond. It was a warm day, and due to her lack of thigh-highs she thought about dipping her toes into the pond and testing the waters. If the weather kept up, she could suggest that her young charges take a field trip to watch the ducks that they couldn't get enough of, for some reason.

Sylvia wouldn't have noticed the young man in the tree had she not been trained to do so since childhood. While Sylvia and her siblings had been fairly good at climbing trees, her sister Saffron had never been able to climb down, afraid of hurting her ankles when she leapt down to the ground. Rather than panicking, she'd sometimes nap in the tree without alerting anyone, thus leading their mother to panic and set out a search party consisting of the remaining members of the 7-child family. It ended up happening so often that her mother trained her siblings to check the trees to make sure that their sister wasn't still up there. This sort of ritual continued on even until adulthood when her sister had moved away-- and so Sylvia stupidly looked up at the tree and only by coincidence had she actually seen someone.

At first, she was alarmed: had a child gotten stuck in the tree? (No, he seemed a little too big to be a child) And then, realizing that the stranger was simply napping and not hurt or unconscious, she was shocked: didn't he have somewhere to be?!

"Young man!" she cried up, unsure of his age even though he was really no more than a few years younger than her. "Don't you have somewhere you should be?!"

It was a purely hypocritical sort of statement... She had never had the liberty of cutting class due to the presence of older siblings who could tattle, but the classroom had been one of the places where Sylvia was at her most vulnerable and she hated being there. But someone who took to napping instead of going to class probably didn't suffer from the same tears of frustration that she'd had, and some sort of pseudo-matriarchal disapproval settled over her.

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David Michael Monroe
 Posted: Jun 4 2014, 10:39 PM
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"Teacher thinks you're rude. Says, 'I don't like your attitude'. Well maybe you're just condescending, but bring us up to follow rules and throw us all in cubic rooms. But we're not gonna sit by idle. We're getting out, we're gonna find our way, hey, hey."
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David had finally managed to drift off, consciousness teetering on the edge of reality and the dream world. He could still hear the ducks and other park goers in the distance, but the sounds were starting to meld together. It was the sort of slumber perfect for one of those awful falling dreams. One wrong thought and he'd be falling, tumbling from the tree branch to what was certain to be a broken bone. Or he'd think he was and turn out to remain perfectly perched in the tree. He was a werecat after all, even if he didn't know for certain yet. The kid had natural balance that often surprised him.

Thankfully, before anyone could do any sort of falling, a voice roused him from his half slumber. It was stern and feminine, sounding an awful lot like those pesky teachers he was trying to avoid. Really, who called people "young man" or "young lady?" Groggily rubbing at his eyes, he was half expecting it to be some strict looking old lady with her hair in a tight bun. Instead what met his eyes was a young brunette, maybe around his age, maybe a little older. Davy nearly fell out of the tree checking her out. He couldn't help it. He was a teenaged boy and sometimes Van Halen got it right. Hot for Teacher, much?

"Only if that place is your bed." A cheeky smirk turned up his lips as he looked her over, taking in the soft swell of her chest rather than fixing on her eyes. The boy had always been a sucker for an older woman. Maybe he could make this work in his favor. His thoughts were confident until he finally managed to look at her face. For someone so young she looked so... disapproving. David gripped the branch he was on and swung down to a lower one with grace. He repeated until he was low enough to drop down to his feet, landing with a feline grace. Maybe the boy was showing off a bit, but that didn't remove the curious expression from his eyes.

Now that they were both standing on firm ground (really, a tree was no place to hit on a lady lest she react poorly and decide to shove him out of it), Davy could get a good look at her face. She was tall, a whole in taller than him. He couldn't help puffing his chest out a little, standing straight and crossing his arms to try and make himself appear larger than he really was. The ripped jeans and well-worn band tee added to his look of teenaged indifference, but all the tough guy clothes in the world couldn't keep the innocent look of confusion and faint recognition from shining through plain on his face, especially with the way his head was tilted. "I know you." At least, he thought he did. This woman definitely looked familiar now that he could study her face. Why couldn't he figure out from where?

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Sylvia Karis Winters
 Posted: Jun 12 2014, 11:57 PM
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Sylvia was impressed that he didn't take a tumble off of the branch at the sound of her voice. (She, on the other hand, happened to be a deep sleeper and would have probably needed an air horn's blast to get up) He replied to her, and for a moment she wasn't even sure what he said, not because she misheard him but because it seemed like such an absurd thing to say to someone like her that she was shocked.

What is it with young men?! she though, almost too startled to reply. I've tucked enough young people today during nap time, no thanks. But before she could vocalize such a thing, he began his incredibly impressive descent and landed with such grace and style that she couldn't help but imagine that he was the exact opposite sort of person that she was. (After all, she could have attempted to do the same thing, but she would have lost her grip, hit her face on one of the branches, flipped over backward...)

"Wow!" Sylvia exclaimed when he landed without so much as a wince, losing her disapproving frown as she excitedly clapped her hands together. "That was amazing! How many times have you done that before?!"

Him landing on the ground and standing before her, though, revealed something that immediately made her feel uncomfortable. It was not that he was shorter than her, but that she was taller than him! It happened so often! And the worst part was that he was actually very good-looking, in a cute sort of way, and she felt a childish need to make him like her in some small fashion. Automatically, Sylvia reacted just as he was doing, in the opposite direction. She did her best to slouch as gracefully and subtly as she could, shifting her weight to one of her long legs and leaning a bit so that they were almost the same height.

Sylvia hardly noticed that he'd been staring at her chest, since she was busy looking with confusion at his ripped jeans. What was with that style? Why wouldn't you just throw them out after they became like that? Maybe people liked it because it made them look young and rebellious... But why? Men looked so much better when they seemed older and more mature, and... Oh!

"You know me?" Sylvia repeated, feeling stupid. How? She couldn't remember seeing him before. Younger men mostly ran together for her, not because she disliked them but because they'd been proven to dislike her, and normally she was too shy and nervous to get a good look at their faces. (Oh, middle school! Stupid Sylvia's staring at you! She must love you! Haha, Stupid Sylvia's in love with you! She'd had to take precautions...) But those days were long over and she should have remembered the young man in front of her. "...Have we really met before?" She furrowed her brow, honestly pondering. "How old are you, anyway? Were we in school together, sometime?"

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David Michael Monroe
 Posted: Jun 17 2014, 10:53 AM
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"Teacher thinks you're rude. Says, 'I don't like your attitude'. Well maybe you're just condescending, but bring us up to follow rules and throw us all in cubic rooms. But we're not gonna sit by idle. We're getting out, we're gonna find our way, hey, hey."
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How many times had he done that? Davy glanced over his shoulder, back up at the tree. A smirk was slowly spreading over his features as he realized he'd succeeded in impressing her. She'd liked his display of acrobatics. Being a werecat really paid off some of the time. Now if only he could finally have his first shift. It was only a matter of time. It had to be soon. There were only a few years left before his werecat genetics completely failed him. But that wouldn't happen because both his parents were werecreatures, so he had to be able to shift at some point, right? Bah, whatever! There were more important things to be doing right now, like continuing to impress pretty ladies. Too bad he couldn't keep the ego out of his voice. "That was nuthin'. I do it all the time."

If there was one thing Davy did not have a shortage of, it was pride. Pride in himself, pride in his family, pride in his accomplishments. The one thing he didn't take pride in was his height. Most of the time he didn't let it bother him too badly. He tried to use it to his advantage, getting under cars more easily and the like. His close friends and family didn't care, but meeting strangers always had him a little self-conscious about it. The boy tried so hard to put up a tough guy persona. The last thing he wanted was for it to be completely ruined by someone insisting they point out how short he was. Why couldn't his parents have inherited tall jeans to give him (his grandfather was 6'0")?

It seemed, however, that while he stretched to make himself taller, the woman across from him was... shrinking? Could that be possibly? Tilting his head, Davy looked her over once more, though this time it wasn't all that sexual. Her posture had changed, standing lazy while he kept straight. When their eyes met again, he no longer had to move his a fraction of a millimeter up. They were on even ground now. Interesting. Not that it made it any easier to study her face, but it felt like something worth noting. Now if only he could figure out how to place her in his memory. She looked so familiar and yet he didn't even know her name.

"I think I do." He had definitely seen her on several occasions, that much he was sore of. Whether they'd spoken was a different matter. Usually he was with his mom or dad when they went to pick up Joshua and he'd tend to his little brother while they got information on how the little boy had behaved. Davy had never been invested in whoever else was at the daycare short of taking note of the one or two hot teachers they had. His brother had always been his priority though. Thus the sense of familiarity without actually knowing the answer. "I'm nineteen, but I don't think that's it." A hand ran through his hair, thinking too hard. He couldn't stay in school long enough to learn who everybody was. "I've definitely seen you someplace though. Where..." This was going to drive him crazy until he was able to figure it out.

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