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Arthur

Bailey

Hall

I am currently 23 years old
Most people said I was a little strange:
Calm and collected and always seems at peace, people tend to enjoy his presence whether or not they’re talking to him. He seems to radiate a sense of warmth, which reflects in his face and speech. You’d think he has a lot of friends but he rarely gets out of his house or his bookshop, and anyone he meets typically goes their own way. A bit lonely, it doesn’t reflect unless you really look into his eyes. Back home he has two cats, an orange tabby named Oliver and his sister, a calico named Olivia. Reading is his hobby and his life. His favorite genres are surprisingly ones meant for children, there’s something so delightfully simplistic and imaginative about them. Arthur has plenty of stories that he’s manufactured over the years from daydreaming but he never writes them down for one reason or another. When the topic of death comes around in a conversation he tends to shy away and goes quiet, or he tries to change the topic. If you looked at the books he read you’d find that very little, if any, deal with the deaths of the characters. Arthur is a pacifist but has been in one fight when he was young when he was trying to defend his best friend, and really he didn’t even fight back but he got pummeled plenty for standing up. If you catch him daydreaming and ask him what he's thinking he's likely to respond with something about Cully or a golden field in detail, a place he longs to find and yearns to be.
I don’t like to talk about it but alright:
Arthur was born in Canterbury, England to his English parents. When he was eight years old his best friend that he’d known since he was a toddler was a little girl named Cully. She was being bullied one day because she wanted to play a game with a group of boys that didn’t want her to join, they were friends of his and the way they acted upset him. They made him choose between them and Cully. So he stood with Cully and the end result was a bloody nose, and a black eye. Those boys became his enemies growing up and would bully them both every chance they got. Finally it got so bad that one day when they were 15 there was an accident that resulted in her death. When she died it seemed like Arthur would never recover from the loss of what felt like his twin and it left a hole that made him feel like he’d be alone forever. Cully was there for him through everything and was the only person he ever told he was gay, a secret she never betrayed and he feels guilty for not being able to do more to save her. He's mostly recovered from it but every now and then it sneaks up on him when he isn't expecting it.
This stuff makes me so happy:
+ Imagination
+ Children’s stories
+ Spring and summer
+ Photography
+ Books
+ Being in public
+ Children
Keep that away from me:
- Cold weather
- Stifled creativity
- Death, morbid topics/conversations/subjects
- Negativity
- Anger, aggression
- Violence
- Snow
I am a Customer Over anything else
I secretly like: No one yet…
I just love this song: Vintage Wine by Moody Blues
Oh yea I almost forgot: Unless you're a child you're probably going to have to speak to me first...I'm a bit shy and I don't like feeling like I'm intruding on someone's personal time.
Also I’m controlled by: Rune Schulte

Quote:

~ I remember the sounds of the children's prayer
>>>>The laughing eyes and the golden hair ~

The morning sun crept through the open window, a breeze blowing the light brown curtain in the room. The warmth from the light could be felt through the beige comforter, and although the room was already warm the man inhabiting the bed couldn't help but move his body to soak up more of the loving warmth. The alarm on the old night stand was turned off and the antique analog clock read 9:23A.M.; there was no need for a wake up call today since the book store was closed on Tuesdays.

The man in the bed moaned lightly in his sleep. He would have scooted over but there was something laying curled up right against his back that kept him from moving, and there was another something at his feet that held him in a position that was growing more and more uncomfortable. A sea green eye slowly opened and he looked to his feet. There was an orange tabby curled up comfortably in the sunlight on his bed, and when he twisted around he saw a calico. The cat looked up and yawned as it purred. Arthur smiled at the feline and scratched her head, causing her to purr more loudly. "Morning Olivia, Oliver. You're taking up space in my bed again; I thought we talked about this." He yawned and sat up, both cats looking up at him and making him laugh lightly. "That's ok I don't mind." The blond leaned over and kissed the calico lightly on her head before getting out of bed.

Once out of bed the tabby got up and seized the place he had been laying to steal the leftover warmth from his body and Arthur smiled at the feline, shaking his head as he went into the bathroom to take a shower. There was a clean yellow towel already in the bathroom for him to use and he turned the knob for warm water, the shower springing to life suddenly. While the water was warming up he went to the sink and opened the medicine cabinet, retrieving the toothpaste and his toothbrush to brush his teeth. Once that was done he rinsed his mouth out and took off the old fashioned nightgown he wore to bed and got in the shower to clean his hair and scrub his body.

It wasn't too much longer when the water was shut off and he emerged from the shower, grabbing the towel and using it to dry off his hair before soaking up the water that still ran in trails down his slender body. The blond wrapped the towel around his waist and walked back into his bedroom. It was full of antiques and books were piled up all over the place, the walls were painted a shade of brown so light it almost looked white. The oak dresser was possibly one of the oldest things in the room though you couldn't tell by the condition. Arthur was proud of his old furniture and old books, they felt...good. They all had their own stories and histories, been in so many places...he often found himself wishing they could tell him about their many journeys.

That was the kind of guy he was though, dreaming of adventures and of stories, places unknown. Whatever let his imagination wander he loved. He really was like a young boy in that sense, always dreaming of something fun and exciting, of adventures with pirates or charting new lands, making history wherever possible. Playing pretend was his favorite game as a boy and he remembered how much fun he and Cully had running around their homes in Canterbury, flying ships that soared in the air with ease and making deals with ancient dragons, defending villages from evil sorcerers.

And now here he was in Japan, alone. It was through no fault of his own no matter what he told himself, he couldn't have prevented what had happened from happening.

'Mrow.'

Oliver snapped him back into reality and he shook his head, opening a drawer and retrieving a wheat colored long sleeved shirt to wear and a pair of brown pants and light brown socks. He tucked his shirt in and brushed his hair, letting it air dry before he walked down the hall and into his kitchen to make scrambled eggs and buttered toast, a favorite breakfast of his. Once in the kitchen, with both cats following, he stopped. "Maybe I should go out for breakfast for a change." Arthur thought aloud, the cats looking up at him expectantly. He looked down at them and chuckled. "I'll feed you guys first don't worry."

If cat's could talk they would more than likely be saying 'That's right you're going to feed us before you leave. And give us the tuna today, we had chicken for breakfast yesterday.'

~ And as hard as I try
>Not a day goes by
>>>That I don't think of them ~

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