picking at the keys.

[Matthew Razorblade]

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Matthew hated when all he had to do was think. That’s what he was doing now. He was lounging out in one of the practice rooms. This is what he did when he was alone. He either drew random little doodles, played his guitar, or came in here to play the piano. Right now he was working on a little piece he had worked on before he came here. His hands danced along the keys as he looked up at the wall. The music echoed softly through the room. His guitar was at his feet for when he was ready to work on the guitar part of the song. He stopped for a moment and wrote a few notes on his piece of paper then he thought for a moment before continuing to play.

This was his first year here so he didn’t know many people. He didn’t really want to get to know people. He would be out of here as soon as he could anyways. A black checked bandana was tied around his neck to hide the scar that was there and his jacket did the same with his arms. He didn’t want the teachers all up in his business. He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again looking down at his hands. His long pale fingers paused on the keys. He wrote some more little notes on the paper and then sighed. So many thoughts were running through his head at the moment.

His step-mom had called yesterday and that’s where he was getting all his muse from. She had said she was sorry for what his father did and that if he needed anything to just call her, but he didn’t want to call her. He didn’t like her. She was a bitch and his father just married her because she was young and she wanted his money. He couldn’t concentrate so he threw the paper to the ground in frustration. He placed his elbows on the keys causing an ominous noise and put his face in his hands. He heard the door open. He was expecting to be alone. He figured it was someone here to make fun of him, so he was prepared to pack up all his stuff and leave.

[Alex Thomas]

And I don’t want the world to see me…

…Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.

Alex walked down the halls of the music wing with his earphones in. He had his IPod on shuffle and was listening to random songs. He wasn’t quite sure why he was in the music wing. He had a few music classes and he played piano, but he didn’t tend to spend much time there. He spent way more time in the art wing. Part of it was because he knew that someone else spent a lot of time in the music wing, so it was easier to avoid him by not being there. He had his music up so loud he didn’t realize there was someone in the room he’d decided to go into to practice until he went in. He saw some guy sitting at the piano. Alex stopped walking and pulled an earbud out of his ear and said, “Sorry…didn’t realize someone was in here.” He smiled slightly, hoping he’d not interrupted or something. He was slightly oblivious to the rest of the world. He looked at the guy sitting there, wondering if he’d seen him around. He thought he might have, but wasn’t too sure. “I can go elsewhere if you want the room to yourself.” He was surprised that he was even offering, usually he didn’t care who was in the room, he just went around his business. But, he knew that sometimes all you want is room to yourself.

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[Matthew Razorblade]

Matthew pushed his hair out of his eyes and tried to clear his thoughts from his mind. He turned his torso to look at who entered. The music was still blaring from the boy's headphones. He shook his head. "No you're fine. Do you need the piano?" He asked him with a raised eyebrow. "Oh no it's okay. I don't mind the company unless you want to be alone." He told him. He stacked all his papers up and set them in a pile, figuring the boy would say yes. He fumbled around trying to get them to get in a straight stack. He was a bit obsessive compulsive.

ooc: i know it's short i'm sorry. they'll get longer as the thread progresses. :]

[Alex Thomas]

And I don’t want the world to see me…

…Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.

Alex smiled slightly at the boy, finding that he reminded him a lot of himself when he’d first started Larkin. “I don’t really need it,” he relied. He shrugged slightly as he turned off his IPod. “I’m not too sure why I’m here anyway; I’m more of an art student than a music student.”[/b] He stuffed his IPod into his pocket, not quite sure what else to say or do. He didn’t know this guy, and he wasn’t even completely sure why he’d gone there. He had half a mind to just leave, but something was telling him to stay. It could’ve been the fact that this guy reminded him so much of himself…or at least how he used to be. He wasn’t too sure of who he was anymore. He wasn’t too sure about anything anymore, to be honest. “I’m Alex, by the way.”[/size]

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ooc;; sry it's late n short. i gots distracted
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[Matthew Razorblade]

Matthew glanced over at him and nodded putting his paper's back where the were. "Ah, art. I can draw but it's not my thing. Can't really handle big stuff. Like i can draw simple anime people and the such but whatever." He told him with a shrug. He straightened out the papers and looked at them for a moment before turning back to the boy. "I'm Matthew." He smiled at the boy, Alex, and then turned to the piano scribbling a few pieces of notes across the page. Chicken scratch that really no one could read but him. He motioned to the wooden chair that sat beside him and spoke once more; "Well you don't have to stand there. I don't bite." He said brushing his hair out of his eyes. A smile pulled at his lips.

[Alex Thomas]

And I don’t want the world to see me…

…Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.

The younger boy messed with some papers before saying Alex didn’t have to just stand there. He smiled back as he walked over and sat on the seat that Matthew had gestured to. He unzipped his hoodie a little because when he sat the zipper started choking him and he said, “So I take it that music’s more your thing.” He always found people who were good at singing or playing instruments fascinating. He didn’t know why. But he did. “I can’t really sing; and, I’ve only been able to play the piano. I couldn’t ever get the hang of anything else I tried.” He liked singing, and often times sang to himself, but it didn’t mean he was that good. It was in his honest opinion that he should stick to drawing and photography over music. It was better for all that way. “Is this your first year here?” Alex would like to think that he’d have noticed someone like Matthew in the school if he wasn’t new; but, knowing his small attention span when it came to the people in the school, he never really knew.

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[Matthew Razorblade]

Matthew nodded. "Yeah I love music, couldn't live without it."

[/b]He told him with a smile. He tilted his head a bit as he listened to the boy. "Well I can't sing either. I stick to mostly the guitar and the piano. I don't really have the patience to learn how to do anything else and I taught myself how to play these." He explained running a hand across the keys of the piano. He dug around in his pocket and pulled out one of the candy canes he had stashed there. Okay so he always had candy canes. He couldn't help it. He was a sugar fanatic. He had to have sugar to live. He would probably die if he didn't have it, so therefore he carried around pocketfuls of candy canes and sometimes pure sugar cubes. He always stocked up on candy canes at christmas and when he ran out during the summer he had to like trash the stores looking for them. He broke it in half as per usual. He had this strange thing about not eating the curved in. He didn't know why he had just always been like that.

Matthew offered candy canes to everybody. People he just met it didn't matter. If he was eating a candy cane he always gave that person the curvy end. He placed the candy on the boys knee and proceeded to unwrapping the thing. "Yes, my first and hopefully my last." He told him with a shrug as he went about his task. "What about you? How long have you been here?" He asked him looking up from the candy to him. His brown eyes studying the boy's face for a moment before looking down once more. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[Alex Thomas]

And I don’t want the world to see me…

…Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.

Alex laughed a little when he said he didn’t have the patients to learn anything else. “Yeah, I think that was part of my problem,” he said. He was pretty sure he could’ve gotten the hang of other instruments if he’d taken more time. But he didn’t really want to. He was just fine with what he could do. He watched with mild amusement as the other boy pulled out a candy cane and proceeded to break it in half. Then, he looked at the piece that Matthew had placed on his knee. He picked it up as Matthew answered his question. “It’s my third…” he replied. “I spent the last part of my freshman year, and all but three weeks of my sophomore year upstate in rehab.” Oxycodone had been a very good friend of his throughout junior high and into his freshman year. He’d not touched drugs since rehab, but still drank often. But, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about doing drugs again. Things were better when he did. He wasn’t trapped in his head that way, whatever his father would say would roll right off his back, and he felt as if nothing could touch him. He missed that feeling. But, with spending most of his time at his sister’s…he honestly didn’t want his niece to see him when he was on something.

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[Matthew Razorblade]

Matthew listened to him and nodded. He bit off a small piece of the candy cane. Matthew knew all about drugs. A boy had forced herione upon him a couple months back, he would never do it again. He still took bunches and bunches of pain pills depending on his mood. He snuck them out of his mom and dad's medicine cabinet. Of course he had to find other means to get them now but still. He nodded. "I probably would have been here last year, but I spent all that year in one hospital or another." He said looking at the keys of the piano and taking another bite out of the candy cane. He didn't say why he was in the hospital.

Matthew wasn't proud of it, but it was his way of relief. He couldn't help it. It made him feel elated. That year he had spent in juvi for being caught with drugs and carrying a knife and stealing things out of stores. The other half of the year he had spent in hospital after hospital with doctor after doctor, trying to make him realize what he was doing to himself. He had overdosed a couple times and the suicide attempts never seemed to work. His sister always managed to save him. He didn't know if he should thank her for that or not. Then those few days he wasn't in the hospital. He couldn't remember. Matthew was a heavy patyer, what could he say he loved him some tequila.

Matthew shook those memories out of his head and turned back to the boy. "So, art kid, you going for a career in art?" He asked him with a tilt of his head. He didn't mind this kid's company he seemed cool enough. Not someone who would judge him to harshly.

[Alex Thomas]

And I don’t want the world to see me…

…Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.

"I probably would have been here last year, but I spent all that year in one hospital or another." Alex smiled sadly at the other boy, even though he wasn’t looking. He didn’t know why he had been in the hospital. But, Alex had spent some time in the hospital himself. Those few days had been bad enough. He could only imagine what going back more than once would be like. Alex was deep in his thoughts and barely registered that Matthew had asked him a question. He bit his lip for a second, blinking a few times before saying, “Oh, uhm, yeah…I’m not sure what field in art really, though. But, I got into my art school of choice; so, I’m set after graduation.” He’d not really thought too much on what he wanted to do after high school. So, art school seemed like the best choice. He’d decide from there. He didn’t really like thinking about the future too much; but, it was better than looking back or focusing too much on the present. “Where do you plan on being next year if you’re not here?” He didn’t really expect an answer from him, and he wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t answer. It was kind of a personal question, and he didn’t ever want to force someone to answer a question he felt was one he might not answer himself depending on the situation.

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