From One Man To Another ((Americ))

[Erik Carriere]

Erik was out doing his regular routine with his cat, Faust. When the tabby scratched at the elevator door, he wanted to go out. It was as simple as that. And as long as Erik did not ignore him, Faust would come back a few hours later and would stay with Erik and give him kitty affections until he needed to go out again, or sleep.

Erik stood in his usual black and white attire, fashioned with his cape, and black cane in one hand and his cat in the other arm. He held Faust close to him in the cooling early evening and listened to the cat purr and meow. He had grown accustomed to telling Faust about his feelings since he didn't get to speak with his father much, even though he lived here. Though he would like to speak to his father some time soon for he had much to tell. Erik scratched the cat behind its ears a bit then put him down and let him run off.

Erik took a seat in a near by plastic chair that was next to a round white plastic table that was surrounded by three other white chairs. He found the seats uncomfortable but he had gotten use to them. He sighed and relaxed some. Erik chuckled slightly as he saw Faust roll around in the dirt, getting as filthy as he could get. There was a nice cool breeze in the morning sunlight, it almost felt like he had always had the privilege to go outside at any time he wished. He even had begun to forget that people disliked him... that he was unnormal... that he had hid away for nearly all of his life. And oh how good it felt to feel like he could forget such things.

[Aimeric Jayden Devereux]

[ oh wowowowo i just thought you never posted it woopsy daisy wowow is olddddd

sorry about that o///v///o ]

Aimeric was at his house, and he had been writing music for days, perhaps weeks. His stomach grumbled, which woke him up from his deep, rather uncomfortable looking slumber on his piano. He slowly opened his eyes and yawned, wiping drool off of the piano keys lazily before stretching out and rubbing his eyes. This was usually where he slept, he rarely woke in a bed. Composing was one of his passions but it cost him sleep, and a lot of it. He yawned once again, and headed to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, which he figured would help wake him up. After he had finished that he sipped on the tea quietly, sitting at the kitchen table and petting his kitten Mooshi. He sat for a while longer before he came to a slow realization that he hadn't been out of the house in a while and probably needed the fresh air. He slowly got up and changed into what he usually wore, a white poet shirt with black dress pants and black shoes.

He cracked his back and made his way across the village with a novel to the gardens, looking for his usual seat. To his surprise it was taken, and even more to his surprise it was someone he'd never seen from the Manor. He shrugged it off, and looked around briefly for another seat, preferably farther away from the man. He was shy, yes, but he was a Selective Mute as well, which meant he couldn't speak around most people. He was too anxious. He'd only spoken to a handful of people in his lifetime, maybe four at most. Yes, he was 19, but four people sure wasn't a lot for nineteen years.

He carefully took a seat at a bench after wiping it of pollen, and opened up to the page he last left off at. He felt a slight irritation in his nose. He had allergies, and he was bound to sneeze a few times. When he felt the sneeze coming on, he tried plugging his nose to hold it in, but a few moments later he couldn't hold back any longer and sneezed, which he muffled into his sleeve.

He panicked, his cheeks red. What if the man heard him? In his panic, he got up and debated going to the entrance of the garden. He took a few silent deep breaths, then sat back down, telling himself that the man didn't hear him. He opened his book back up, but couldn't help but glancing at the man every few moments to see if he noticed him.