The Society of Truth, an RP

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

(I really haven't a clue.)

Calder gave her his number quietly. "I'll be going. Don't expect to see me much again unless you plan on having some sort of conversation. I know how awkward this must be for you."

She punched them into her phone suddenly feeling bad, “wait Calder. You shouldn’t have to go, your like a son to Chris and a brother to Alina. I couldn’t live with myself if I was the reason they never got to see you” she replied “if you want to have the conversation when we have both calmed down a lot let me know”

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

She punched them into her phone suddenly feeling bad, “wait Calder. You shouldn’t have to go, your like a son to Chris and a brother to Alina. I couldn’t live with myself if I was the reason they never got to see you” she replied “if you want to have the conversation when we have both calmed down a lot let me know”

Calder laughed. "I know I am. Thank goodness for that. I'll be seeing them anyhow, don't worry about it."

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Calder laughed. "I know I am. Thank goodness for that. I'll be seeing them anyhow, don't worry about it."

She shook her head “if only I hadn’t written that in my diary” she muttered to herself (he can overhear if you want)

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

She shook her head “if only I hadn’t written that in my diary” she muttered to herself (he can overhear if you want)

"If only I hadn't read it," he said. "Mother says, 'if it's not okay, it's not the end'. She told me who first said that when I was a kid. I don't remember the name."

He then turned, and walked away. His strides were purposeful, and there was no way Tara could have seen the quivering of his lips as he descended the stairs.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

"If only I hadn't read it," he said. "Mother says, 'if it's not okay, it's not the end'. She told me who first said that when I was a kid. I don't remember the name."

He then turned, and walked away. His strides were purposeful, and there was no way Tara could have seen the quivering of his lips as he descended the stairs.

She leaned against the wall wrapping her arms around herself in order to keep herself from crying. (I’m going to laugh if Alina runs into him and sees him about to cry)

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

She leaned against the wall wrapping her arms around herself in order to keep herself from crying. (I’m going to laugh if Alina runs into him and sees him about to cry)

(Mm... she's not going to this time though. He's gone to write a letter. This'll be my last post but you can see the letter, I'll PM a link.)

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

(Mm... she's not going to this time though. He's gone to write a letter. This'll be my last post but you can see the letter, I'll PM a link.)

(Great please Pm it to me I really really want to see it)

 

[Crestcrazy]

..... Well that took forever.....

 

[Crestcrazy]

Matt chuckled at mark," nah no trouble, I brought you that computer you guys asked for,"
(@Anne02 )

 

[My Pretty Pekins]

"If only I hadn't read it," he said. "Mother says, 'if it's not okay, it's not the end'. She told me who first said that when I was a kid. I don't remember the name."

He then turned, and walked away. His strides were purposeful, and there was no way Tara could have seen the quivering of his lips as he descended the stairs.

Calder hurried into Chris's study, knowing he wouldn't appear for another half hour at least, and removed a sheet of paper from a generous stack. There was a pot of pens, he borrowed one and began to write. The words came haltingly at first, but then flowed rapidly from the pen in a bold, clear hand.

Tara-
This is probably quite presumptuous of me. You didn't ask for this or anything, I know, but we parted on bad terms (never a good idea, if my mother is right, and she usually is) and we'll probably argue again over this the moment we next attempt a conversation.
So I'm doing it this way. You can't interrupt, but you can of course throw this away. Burn it if you like. But please read it first.

I don't really know where to start. So this might be nonsensical at best. Still, if I don't start, we'll never get anywhere, so here goes.

Vitakinesis can be an awkward power to have. People can easily take it the wrong way when you're - well, stroking them. If that makes sense. And I guess it can be a good thing sometimes. I mean, without bragging, where would you be if I hadn't had this power? I dread to think what the Programmer would have done to you. The thing is, it's also awkward when you're close to someone you'd rather not be close to.

There are several reasons for this. Let's take a purely hypothetical case. I develop, lets say, an attraction for someone. They proceed to be injured, and I proceed to heal them. Probably not very well, because the only thing I can focus on is the uncomfortable yet thrilling feeling of being close to said person. And then let's say that because I didn't do it right the first time around, I have to do it again - and guess what, again. By that time this person has really dug in and doesn't want to budge. That is, from their place in my thoughts.

Sounds familiar.

You've probably seen what I'm getting at, but like my mother tells me so often, you can never expect someone to understand until you've said it outright.
So here we go. I would italicise this, but that's difficult to do when you're handwriting something.

I got something of a crush for you. Oh, it wasn't anything majorly serious. But you caught my eye. In a world that, since Michaela, has been grey, I suddenly saw colour. You had a vibrant magenta costume. You have really dark hair. It's almost like my mother's. And if I didn't think the idea would be misinterpreted, I'd like you to meet her. But that'd make life awkward for you. And again, I don't want that for you.

Flash forward to the diary. Alina and I were just about frantic over you. Well, I was. She kept her head a little better. And as I told you, I went to look for Liana's address. It wasn't there. What was, was my name.

And first I felt incredulous, and then happy, and then guilty, and then sad. Because I couldn't believe you'd noticed me too, and then I realised you really had, and then I realised the way I'd made you feel (please forgive me. It was never the intention.), and then I realised you thought it could never happen.

Well, I don't know about that one. But, to quote Mum again: The only way to guarantee an outcome of something is to not try. Then there's a 100% chance of failure.

So do we try? Ever? It's your decision.
Sincerely,
Calder T. McKenna