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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Dec 1, 2011 22:39:33 GMT 9.5
His adoptive parents weren’t people to hold Michael back. He did normally what he wanted, he could stay out and play if he wanted to for a long, long time, but he never wanted to. No one else was like him, that lived near him, so oftentimes he’d sit and color pictures. None of them were very good, he’d never been an artist, but that was what he was doing outside. It wasn’t too cold, and he was sitting in the shade, so he wouldn’t have to face the sun. The sun actually scared him a little bit, but he had attempted to look at it, stare at the sun. This didn’t work, and it hurt his eyes, so he stayed clear of it, and skirted around it, feeling that it burnt his skin a bit whenever he was under it.
He’d found some pencils and paper though, and he was trying to draw the sun. It was hard, and there were many different spots on the paper representing it. He looked down a little bit at his paper. His eyes were still hurting, and he still saw spots, so the big yellow thing in the sky caused his eyes to see spots. He rubbed them a little and continued drawing. He’d already gone through a lot of papers drawing the trees and drawing the flowers. For someone his age, he was a good artist, though his writing style was not in English.
His writing was in something akin to Sumerian cuneiform, and the structure was rather odd. The only reason it was odd…well…it was because he was nine. He wasn’t good at writing yet. He was describing the trees, and describing the sun. The trees, a basic translation would be “They scratch my skin a lot when I touch them.” And for the sun, he wrote, “It makes spots in my eyes, and hurts my skin.”
Michael was not ready yet to go back inside, and he sat in the shade, looking around outside. Everything was different, and everything was changing in front of his eyes as he watched it. The branches moved, the wind pulled the grass along…and there was less technology here. He’d only seen the world from the city, and it was nice to be outside with the flowers, but he wanted to wait till the dark to go out in the place where the sun hit again. He leaned back against the tree, not yet smiling, but…happy. Content. He hoped his mum would be seeing this too at some point.
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Post by dee on Dec 2, 2011 5:44:54 GMT 9.5
The case was over, pretty quick actually, even if in a sense, she haf failed her mission because now Anvil did know about the Sanctuary. But she knew he'll keep his mouth shut. At least she hoped he will hold his tongue. Afterall, talking oh the network will not be a good thing for him, 'coz it will draw attention to his own very abnormal skills. But, nevertheless, she was thinking that she might have made a mistake there. She was supposed to return to London only tomorrow. And as usual when she was over there, in Old City, she wanted to visit the mansion, even if by the time, she knew the grounds almost as well as the others. She just loved the place. Not that the mansion back in London wasn't nice, but this place... It had a certain effect on her, that she couldn't quite explain in a rational way.
A cup of tea in her hand, she was heading towards the garden. It was sunny today, but not too hot, the perfect weather to enjoy the place. She needed to wind up a little, breathe some fresh air and just waiting 'till the evening where she was supposed to join Kate and Henry to go to some indian restaurant they lved so much. She wans't that excited about it because despite what they were saying for her, the greatest indian restaurant she ever ate in was in ... Paris. She pushed the door and put her hand on her forehead to get used to the sunshine. Once it was done, she looked around, for a place to seat and enjoy her tea.
As she was walking, she saw someone under one of the trees, and judging by its size, it was a child. Yeah, Michael she remembered. The young EM abnormal she was after the other day. Very powerful as she heard. She smiled. It was amazing to know that such a little boy could create this huge mess. Amazing and a bit scary yes. But she was not afraid. She walked through the grass until she stood right next to him. "Hidding from the sun, eh ?"
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Dec 2, 2011 11:47:18 GMT 9.5
Now, there was a bit of time between when she found Michael scribbling at his amount of paper, and he’d already caused a little bit more mischief. It was increasingly easy to work his way around things here already. There wasn’t interference from other groups and things, there were a bunch of signals, but he could find the ones he wanted easily. He was trying to send a message to Helen Magnus. In the end, this hadn’t gone the way he’d planned it. He couldn’t find out where her e-mail was, and he was starting to get himself confused, so he instead put a message on the screen of the computer he found near a bunch of others. With the things in it, it seemed to be the central computer, as they were.
He sent a message to it, but he wasn’t very good at English. He couldn’t write it too well, so there was a paint document opened, though he was just aware he was making the words come, and he painted, in his own, praxian language, that his parents weren’t EM abnormals like him, and then he let himself exit.
By the time he did, the sun had just seemed to change shape yet again, so he started to draw it, when someone’s asking him a question startled him from his reverie. He paused for a moment, unsure what to do…or to say. But he slowly held up his arm, pointing at a recent, large burn he’d gotten. “The yellow thing burned me.” He didn’t understand why it was called the sun, so he’d never gotten around to calling it that. Michael was still quite skinny, in a rather unhealthy way, though he was willing to try new foods. He just didn’t often remember to go and eat them. He was too busy with thinking of other things.
His drawings were of a child looking at the sun, but in an odd way. He didn’t see pictures of what the sun was supposed to look like, so it was a bunch of different colors, and the colors that weren’t yellows and oranges were the “spots” he saw, after he had to look away. He was surely damaging his eyesight…but he was concerned, this thing was weird.
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