The silent child

[TheyCallMeJustiursa]

The rp I want to do involves a character I made name Rage Takashi. No one knows but Rage never talks ever. He has even gone to the effort to create a sign language so that if he must he can communicate with a few people. He has no real meaningful contact with the world. Has no family and has never celbrated any holiday. He has two freinds but really they just force to get out of his house occasionally. They aren't even sure if he likes them he just shows up when they ask him too.

Name:Rage Takashi
Age:17 nearly 18(three weeks)
Gender:Male
Bio biggrin oesn't talk. No one knows. The cause is something only he knows. He often looks like he is completely lost in his thoughts.
Description: He is the one in red.  

[Priestess Hanajima]

Name: Yuki cross
age: 16
Gender: Female
Bio: She's a very quiet student. Though she does speek it isn't loudly and isn't often. Her pale blue gray eyes focus on nothing in perticular and at anytime she will be writing in a leather book a fine cursive filling the pages line by line.
Apperence:  

[TheyCallMeJustiursa]

Rage was bored. He sat in his boring class in his boring school in his boring life. It was his fault really. He never talked so how could his life not be boring. He sighed. He wasn't going to start talking anytime soon. Nope proably never.  

[Priestess Hanajima]

her eyes were a pale blue grey framed by a curtain of long silver hair that set her apart from the rest of the class when she walked in. She was meduim heith and slender. Her mouth was soft but unsmiling when she sat down in the seat to the left of him. Those eyes focused on nothing and everything at the same time, staring right threw the boy that was trying hard to get her attention. She had told the teacher her name in a quite unhearable voice and the teacher had anounced her as "Yuki." which also meant snow. Her skin was a creamy white exept for a black bruise that spread painfully across the top of her right hand and possibly another poking out of the top of the shirt on her back. She glanced over at him for a brief moment and senced that he too was different.  

[TheyCallMeJustiursa]

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Rage looked at the new girl when she came in. She was beautiful. Rage had no idea what beautiful meant till he saw her. It was just a word to him, like so many because he had no contact with the world. She made Rage think things he never had before. He imagined them naked and exhuasted and her covering his body in soft carresses with those lips. Why why these thoughts? Rage shook his head and his hair spilled in his eyes. He liked it better that way. A curtain through which he could watch this beauty. She came and sat next to him. He saw the bruise. Rage touched her arm. He indicated the bruise and made a worried face.  

[Priestess Hanajima]

((thanks. I saw your post and I got really exited and it just started flowing out))
Those soft grey eyes darkened for an instant before returning to the soft color she had trained herself so hard to show. The storm raged within. His touch. the gental carress of fingers over a painfull patch of her pitiful existence. She attempted a smile found it came so easily with him, almost too easy. when she spoke her voice was a low melodic whisper and he was the only one that could hear it. "An accident." she murmured slipped her hand into the jacket sleeve. Her eyes stayed fixed on him and she hoped that he wouldn't see through her failed attempt at hiding the truth or see the equally painful patch at her neck.  

[TheyCallMeJustiursa]

Rage had spent his life silent. And so he had learned the unspoken unbiden language of the body:the way one set their lips, the way they stood or walked, the tone of voice and their eyes. All of this was stuff he could and did pick up on easily. So although most people wouldn't have noticed Rage did. He could see her pain. Worse, or maybe better he could feel it. Not like with other people where he was just empathizing. No, no this was wholly new. Her pain radiated inside of him, struck him to his core and rattled him. His breath caught. He nodded. And although he desperately wanted to get away from that terrible gaze he could not. Her eyes held too much sway over him. And the echoes of the whisper of her voice played in his head. Her voice was beautiful, enticing and he almost spoke but he cautght himself. He could not would not talk.  

[Priestess Hanajima]

The day drug by slowly. Torturously slow the clock ticking away the seconds and all the while she couldn't get her mind to focus. She could only think of the way he had worried about the bruise and felt the horriflying reliefe that the day was out. She searched for her bus and ended up missing it. She knew she was in for a beating if she was too early in arriving home or too late. She walked around back the the play ground of the school. no one was around that she could see and so she walked to the uneven bars and kicked off her shoes standing in the barkdust looking up. glancing around she took off the long jacket that hide fading bruises up her arm and put it with her bag and shoes. Her moves were compitent, no need for words, for thinking, just for feeling. She pulled herself up onto the bar with a strength that she shouldn't have had and began to spin around the bar holding herself up steady with entire body above her until her arms shook and still she did not drop down. spreading her legs she spun in circles onto of the tallest bar. In one quick movement she closed her legs dropped down doing one loop around the top bar and let go doing five perfect spins before landing in a crouch with one hand above her and one hand on the ground. She was breathless and dropped onto her knee's looking sadly at the bruise on her hand closing her eyes she let her head fall back and just breathed.  

[TheyCallMeJustiursa]

Rage watched her. He felt strange like he was witnessing something secret and private. He didn't like it. He walked over to her, a lump in his throat. He walked over to her and rested a hand on her shoulder. It was proably wasn't the best idea but he did it anyway. He wanted her to know he was here for her. He handed her a note. He couldn't think what else to do. And then he realized it. She was stuck there. He grabbed the note and wrote on it. "Need a ride?"  

[Priestess Hanajima]

She opened her eyes and looked up at him. How could it be that she was just thinking of him and here he was standing over her watching her. was it possible he was worrying for her. She read the note with unsteady hands and let the smile linger for a moment. Forgot for a moment that it was wiser not to get involved with people and nodded her head letting her hair dance around her face. She felt content with this boy and didn't think to hide her voice from him like she did everyone else. "I'm yuki... whats your name?" her eyes seemed to glow.  

[TheyCallMeJustiursa]

He wrote in quick precise cursive. "Rage." He smiled at her and lead her to his car. He watched as she walked. It was beautiful. The way her hair caught the sun and her pale skin. Oh, it was divine. He stopped and turned around to peer into her eyes. He loved those eyes. So clear, so beautiful. They captivated him and held him. He tried to radiate his desire to hold her hand as well as he could without speaking.  

[Priestess Hanajima]

she looked a little dissappointed when he wrote it instead of speaking. She tried to shrug it away but couldn't shake the curiousity the slight tingle of worrie that he wouldn't speak. She sat beside him and directed with her hands where to go. The fingers were long and elegant. No jewelery at all and the nails were long and curved at the end adding just a touch of beuty to a bruised worn hand. They pulled up at her small house and she gestured asking with her head if he wanted to come in with her. Her small smile faded when a large man stormed out of the house and stood on the steps glaring at her. Her eyes dropped and became guarded. She took the paper and wrote very quickly "I'll see you tomorrow." it was cursive like his. all the loops and curles added a sweeter cuter side to the nervous side she couldn't help displaying as she rushed from the car she cowar in front of her father as he glowered down at her and shoved her into the house.  

[TheyCallMeJustiursa]

Rage watched. He could sense it feel it. That man was evil. Rage didn't like him. Rage couldn't watch him. Rage decided to stick around. He parked around the corner. And sneaked out. He would wait and watch.
sorry short post.))  

[Priestess Hanajima]

((it's ok.)) she ran out of the house, bare feet, tear streaked cheeks. He followed her more slowly saying nothing. Everything had already been said and her eyes were a little more dead than they had been before. She had ran to the end of sidewalk and didn't know where to go from there. He just watched her, hatred pooring from him. "Where are you going to go Yuki?" she said nothing fell to her knee's and just stared at him. He made a sound of disgust walking to her pulling her up by her hair and whispered something in her head that made her heart want to stop. when he dropped her and went in side she stared at the ground shattering into a million tiny pieces. their were bruises at her through forming from reacent rough contact.  

[TheyCallMeJustiursa]

Rage in his rush and in needing to not be seen had not been able to get there before that. He walked over to her slowly. He put a hand gently on her head. He didn't know what else to do. He stood there thinking about what he could do. He was certain he didn't want her to stay here in this terrible man's home. But Rage had never had anyone else in his home. He had always be alone. He sighed. He wrote on the paper. "Stay at my house?"