FOR EVERYONE TO SEE (loli)

[MARGARET ANNA HIRSCH]

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Margaret ran her fingers through her hair, shook out the knots and pinned all the hair to the top of her head. In the mirror, she spotted a few fly-away's and baby hairs, but she didn't mind. To her, she looked a lot like an ballerina, even though ballerina's wouldn't let stray hairs wonder around in mid-air. Margaret didn't really dress to impress, it was a lazy Saturday morning after all. She glanced back at her alarm clock to see 10:00 written in bright red. A soft smiled appeared on her face at the thought of how much time she had. Back at the mirror, Margaret was dressed rather casually with a t-shirt and skinny jeans. Just to the left of her, she pressed the space bar to her laptop which began playing her newest edition to her music collection: EP Keys by Death Cab For Cutie. She was a sucker for Ben Gibbard, no doubt.

She flopped onto her bed, releasing a ripple that ran through the cotton sheets. To her left, she look toward an empty bed, with identical coverings as her. Some rays of sun peeked through the industrial blinds of the window and cast warm lines of sunshine on the empty bed. Margaret had spent a great deal of time making sure her new roommate was going to be comfortable. Once she heard someone was moving in, she had cleaned up all the trash that seemed to be laying around (it was a lot), organized her closet and washed and folded all the bed sheets.

The room resembled a lot of what a motel room would look like. To Margaret's left, was the new roommate's bed and the window. To the right of the window, a door, which lead to the hallway outside. To the right of that, an empty closet. Then on the adjacent wall, right in front of Maggie, stood an old, wooden desk and a new, full-length mirror that Margaret had bought with her own money. Down the wall, and on the wall to her right, laid the itty-bitty 'kitchen' (but was really a sink, a fridge and a stove), a door to their one bathroom and then her own closet, which was the length of her bed.

Being the first, she had first dibs on the bigger closet. And besides, the roommate was to be a guy, and they're bound to have less clothes ... right?

Margaret's arms were up on the soft cotton sheets and she closed her eyes momentarily. However, when she caught herself slowly drifting to sleep, she snatched a book from in between both their beds and began diligently reading until her new roommate was to come.

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[LOLI WINDSONG AVERY]

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you wanna shake it right down

Loli loved the feeling of moving in. Moving in to a new house, or a new dorm. He loved it. For the most part his family had remained in one home, a small cottage in a bio-reserve that was home to only six hundred people all year round. The only time they had ever “moved” was a few harsh winters when their house had been nearly completely buried in snow and they had been forced to board it up and stay in the closest town as a bed and breakfast. Coming to Grace Island from home was always a fun experience for him. Moving dorms and meeting a new person every year. It was fantastic! Exhilarating! He was eager to be moving in to a new dorm with a new roommate, even if it was on a Saturday morning when he should be passed out in bed.

Mind you, Loli wasn’t really sure why he was moving dorms in the first place. He had assumed that him and the roommate he had had up until now were fine, but he was being asked if he didn’t mind changing rooms. And he didn’t, because he enjoyed the experience of moving and changing. New things. New people. New friends. New experiences. Even packing up was fun to him, because it gave him a reason to look at all of his old things. Loli never really brought too much with him, but he always ended up returning home on Spring and Christmas break with about three times as much stuff. He tried not to over indulge but he liked to spend money on himself when he could. He couldn’t help it. Clothes, a few stuffed animal, computer, notebooks, and some video games. Never without video games. And then a few artsy fartsy things; supplies. They could all fit in his bigger suitcase and his backpack. For now.

Finally he was cautiously opening the door to his newly assigned room, peeking inside before deciding whether or not it was safe to enter. A girl lying on the bed reading. It was safe, so he pushed the door fully open with his foot and pranced inside like a retarded gazelle. It was quiet. Colorless. He knocked on the wall to catch her attention, dark brown leaves that evaporated into the air as he wheeled his luggage to the empty bed and sat down on it.

tag: cel/marg. words: idk notes: yeey

[MARGARET ANNA HIRSCH]

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homesick for a place that doesn't exist

The book wasn't really that interesting. In fact, it was rather quite boring. She was neither excited nor dreading the arrival of a new roommate. Rather, it would be nice to have someone around, although she did like having the room to herself. Maggie was a fan of the quiet. When she tells people that it's usually silent at home, they are surprised. With two younger siblings, a set of twins, you would imagine that the place was disruptive and hectic, but it was quite the opposite. Thanks to their mother's rather harsh attitude, all three of them grew up on their best behavior.

So when she heard a knock and turned around to see a blue haired boy flop himself unto the bed, she was happy to see how already quite he was. A smile made its way on her face, pulling the ends of Maggie's mouth into awaiting, and strong cheekbones. She sat up and scooted her way closer to the boy, socks rubbing against the sheets. And while she made her sluggish crawl there, she began to introduce herself, "Hi I'm Margaret, you're new roomie." she held her right arm out, across the two beds for him to shake.

She sat cross-legged, jeans stretching mostly around the waist. So far, she found this boy curios. Why the blue hair, she wondered. And how come he knocked, rather than perhaps grunting or something to catch her attention. Peculiar, yes, but everyone had their peculiarities. For example, Margaret's mother was never able to afford lavish deserts, so Margaret never eats desert. Also, Maggie also liked to smoke. She never buys her own cigarettes, but she smokes socially, when others have them out.

TAGGED: loli | OOC: short :C

[LOLI WINDSONG AVERY]

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you wanna shake it right down

Part of Loli hoped that his roommate had a deaf friend of relative growing up. That they would know sign language and make this heck of a lot easier on him. But the realist in him knew that the odds of that happening were very slim. So he would probably have to resort to the paper and pen, as much as he hated wasting trees on such a silly thing. At least she’d be happy to have a quiet roommate. Most people were pretty thrilled that they wouldn’t have to deal with blasting music they disliked or chatting on the phone or Skyping all night. Loli liked to think that he was pretty easy to live with. Aside from the fact that he really hated cleaning up after himself. Food he was fine with. Clothes and everything else he tended to leave lying around. Organized mess? More like organized disaster zone. His parents never tried to get him to clean his room either. They were all about free expression, and if he wanted to express himself as such they wouldn’t stop him.

He was glad to see her smiling at him, reading her lips along with the gentle earthy tone of her voice. It came out like thin, wispy ribbons that tangled into each other rather playfully. He could see the letters and words in how he saw her voice, something he could never explain to people in a way that made sense. He gave her a little nod and took out his handy dandy notebook, flipping to the first page that already had the words he needed: HI I’M LOLITA BUT LOLI IS FINE written in big blue sharpie with a smiley face under his nickname. With one hand he held up the page for her to read and with the other he shook her hand, letting go rather quickly so he could flip to the next page, which read I’m deaf so I read your lips. This is my voice.. “This” clearly being the notebook. He had written down the important stuff in the beginning of the book already; the stuff he tended to repeat several times throughout the day. After making sure she had that read he dropped it on his bed and looked at all of his stuff. He could unpack later. For now he wanted to get to know his roommate. He kicked off his shoes and crossed his legs onto the bed, hands folded over his socks and picking at loose threads.

tag: cel/marg. words: idk notes: yeey

[MARGARET ANNA HIRSCH]

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homesick for a place that doesn't exist

Margaret knew it was odd when he didn't first start speaking at the door. Curiously, she read the words etched on the first pages of his small book before he deposited it on the bed. A small, crooked smile appeared on her face, he was quite the character, with the blue hair and everything.

Actually, in a sick way, she was kind of glad that he was deaf. She wouldn't have to worry about her singing in the shower, playing extra loud music or farting. But of course, everything came at a price. She felt bad that the two couldn't communicate easily like other roommates, but that wasn't going to stop either of them. The only way they could do it was through the little book and through IM and through lip reading.

And the poor book was going to run out of pages soon. Margaret had an idea then. She gestured with one finger, 'one moment,' before scurrying off to the other side of her bed where her closed was embedded in the wall. She rummaged quickly through the disorganized space, flinging a few odd things out of the closet before finally finding what she was looking for. An old white board and erasable marker.

The thing was so old, blue stains remained on the white, glossy surface. Margaret crawled on the bed and sat cross legged across from Loli. Quickly she tried to begin writing, but the pen needed a jump start. After some jabs, in started flowing out of the felt. She wrote in beautiful, elegant cursive, No problem, Loli! I'm sure we're going to be awesome roommates. she turned the white board with a flick of the wrist, and after making sure he read, she began to write once more.

This can substitute the book, while I learn sign language. she scribbled quickly and then grinned at Loli. These two were to be roommates for who knows how long, they might as well be able to communicate with each other. Besides, it would frustrate Margaret if she could not express her feelings right away. Writing them down would just be torture.

Besides, she knew a little bit of sign language from kids at her elementary. Just basic letters and nouns was all, nothing to create sentences or get a real message across.

She handed Loli the white board for him to reply and in the meantime, Margaret tucked her hands underneath her thighs. Patiently, she watched him before it would be her turn once more.

TAGGED: loli | OOC: yehe!

[LOLI WINDSONG AVERY]

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you wanna shake it right down

So far Lolita really liked this girl. She was pretty and her voice was delightful to look at. She seemed pretty easy to get along with given her body language. He was definitely growing more and more eager to get to know her with every passing second. Know what she was like. Where she came from. Who she was. And of course he would share just as much as he was receiving. It was only fair. The atmosphere just felt so comfortable and easy and he could already tell that this was going to be a fun experience. He wasn’t going to let one little communication barrier stop him from making a friend. He never had. He didn’t really consider being deaf ad being disabled. It just made him take one step backwards for every two steps forwards. No big deal to him.

His head cocked to the side when she held up her finger, watching her with a curious expression. Intent and eager to see what she was going to go get. A white board! Why hadn’t he thought of that? He wanted to smack himself right now for not using a white board in the first place. His response was to bounce on the bed and clap a few times, blinking at the big red waves crashing into his vision. Note to self: no more clapping. His grin grew as she went to sit back down and he watched her write, peeking at the words which were difficult to read up side down. Her writing was so pretty! His was messy with how quickly he usually had to write, always holding the pen or pencils loosely so his hand didn’t cramp up throughout the day. He gave a nod when he was finished reading what she had written down and put the notebook on the end table for the time being.

The whiteboard was handed off to him and he immediately started scribbling away, resisting the urge to draw pictures in the corners where his writing wouldn’t touch. Aw you don’t have to do that! You’re a sweetiepie he wrote down, turning it up to her in one hand while the other rummaged through one of his bags. He had to dig a bit but finally he reached it, pulling out a sign language book and handing it toward her. I have this if you want to use it he wrote down, drawing a little smiley face with cat ears and whispers.

tag: cel/marg. words: idk notes: yeey

[MARGARET ANNA HIRSCH]

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homesick for a place that doesn't exist

Margaret watched curiously as Loli wrote on her white board. Loli was such a unique person, Margaret couldn't help but wonder what his life is like. He doesn't seem to let his disability stop him, and yet its still a burden. Perhaps that's why she wanted to all of the sudden take up sign language. Just so his life would be a little easier.

She looked curiously at the picture of the kitty cat on the white board. Cute! Margaret grinned widely and giggled softly as he pulled out his book for sign language and then hugged him from across the beds. This was perfect, they'd even know the same variations if he learned from this book. She took it with an eager attitude, ran through it quickly and put it lightly on the nightstand between their beds with a grin on her face. This was going to be an interesting experience.

With a playful smile, she took the white board and began writing, So, what should I expect from being your room mate? and passed it back to him, while she pondered the possibilities. Margaret had never lived with a deaf person before, this was certainly something she was going to tell her family and friends and future children. Would they have much trouble communicating? Would they walk on each other? Is she going to have to be responsible for him waking up? Were they going to get along? Will Margaret have enough patience?

Margaret was sure that she'd have enough patience. There seemed to be some kind of maternal quality to her that seemed to attract all her friends and most children. She just hoped that she didn't come off as a cold bitch, once they actually started living together.

TAGGED: loli | OOC: bah

[LOLI WINDSONG AVERY]

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you wanna shake it right down

Sometimes Loli thought it was for the better that he couldn’t talk any more. He thought a lot, mind always racing and busy. With his general bubbly attitude and his nattering mind, he would no doubt be one of those people who annoyed the crap out of the world with non-stop talking. While it often annoyed him that he couldn’t participate in conversations as easily he had long ago learned to accept defeat and work with he had. Be it pen and paper, a white board, a telepathic willing to translate for him, or someone who knew sign language. He tried to focus on the good rather than the bad like his parents had instilled into his character.

Watching her grin and giggle made him giggle himself, more visible than it was audible. His shoulders shook and his dimples became more evident as his smile grew to the point where it hurt his cheeks a little bit. He hugged her easily, always a fan of cuddles and affection. Arms wrapping around her and his head nuzzling hers for a moment before pulling away and sitting back down on his bed. He was glad that she was so eager and willing, watching her write and tilting his head a bit so he could read up side down.

Loli looked up at the ceiling as he thought about what sort of things she might expect. He didn’t usually know until the situation happened. Waking me up if my phone doesn’t he scribbled at first, then adding vibrate. He pondered it over some more, looking to the ceiling as if it gave him all of the answers. I think that’s it really. There’s probably more that we’ll think of later he added before giving it back to her with a bit of a shrug. He could always explain his power a bit but that would take a lot of white board.

tag: cel/marg. words: idk notes: yeey

[MARGARET ANNA HIRSCH]

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homesick for a place that doesn't exist

Margaret looked at the boy with a happy and eager smile as he jotted down notes. She had never considered how deaf people had to answer the phone or wake up in the morning. Just goes to show how easy she had it. The thought wiped away the smile a bit, but a small, crooked smile remained. She made herself a mental note to research the topic later. It was a curious idea after all. Margaret wondered if he was ever sad about losing his ability to hear. No doubt he had to have grieved over the loss of his hearing; but she wondered if he still was sad. She supposed it was a part of him, and it made him unique. In away, it was a part of her personality. The more she thought about it, the more she found herself enjoying his company.

There was a theory that Margaret had concluded to a while ago. Basically, she found that people's personalities were reflected in their entire being. The shapes of their face, their mannerisms, their scars, the way their hair moves. Every single detail, whether they were born with it or not, was a part of their personality, if that made any sense. Margaret liked to believe she knew someone's personality based on just how sharp their cheekbones were or how they furrowed their eyebrows. Most of her guesses were pretty good; and it was a theory she loved.

She took the whiteboard from his hands and drew a large happy face. She turned the board around and imitated the cartoon with her own face, no doubt bringing giggles to her own mouth. No problem! Margaret scribbled before turning it back to her.

The marker bounced on her chin as she contemplated what to write next. What would be something I'd want to know? she thought to herself. Then with raised eyebrows, she opened the marked and scribbled in small writing: 'DON'T FREAK BUT ... I have the ability to possess people.' Cautiously, Margaret turned the whiteboard on itself and showed Loli. Then, she made a shrugging gesture, as if to say, 'I can't help it!' Which, she really couldn't.

She wondered if it would take a lot to explain his own power. But she figured he had to explain it a lot; perhaps it was already pre-written in his book that he carried around. Margaret took the whiteboard again, erased what she had written and then added, 'I'm getting good at it though.' and showed Lolita with a victorious smile.

TAGGED: loli | OOC: bah

[LOLI WINDSONG AVERY]

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you wanna shake it right down

Aside from having to be woken up, and perhaps his eating habits, Loli liked to think he was an easy guy to live with. As a strict vegan, the chances of him snacking on the other person’s food were slim. He wasn’t the cleanest person ever, but he wasn’t going to leave food out to rot either. He mostly just left clothes and books and musical instruments on the floor until he tripped enough times to get annoyed. Generally, Loli was an easygoing guy. Oversensitive, yes, but he tried to let things go rather easily. If Margaret happened to say something that upset him, he would have a good cry and then get over it. No big deal. Just let things go. Little habits usually didn’t bother him unless it was stuff like leaving nail clippings around and stuff like that. He somehow doubted that this girl would be like that. She seemed like the type to have good and proper hygiene.

The happy face she drew brought a smile on to his own face, giving a little nod at the words she had written so she knew he was finished. Just like people nodded and said “mhm” as people spoke to them, showing that they were listening and attentive. With Loli he tended to tilt his head and nod a bit, the direction he tilted altering with his level of interest. He read the words she was writing upside down, then read them a second time when she turned it to him and gave another small nod. His lips flattened as he contemplated how he felt about that. It wasn’t a bad thing by any means, he was simply taking in the information. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if she accidentally possessed him. His smile returned and he nodded again, giving a wave of his hand as if to say “it’s no big deal”.

His notebook returned and he flipped to one of the earlier pages where in different colored inks he had written down what his power was. ‘I have synesthesia, which means my senses are all mixed up and I can see sound. My power is being able to manipulate sound, so it mixes with my synesthesia and I can feel it and see it and tug on the shapes I see sound in to change it.’ He handed the notebook to her rather than holding it out so she could see little doodles of pencil crayon stripes in the margins.

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