Post by kavic elliot on Dec 3, 2010 1:56:48 GMT -5
KAVIC MAURICE ELLIOT
KAV , SEVENTEEN , GRYFFINDOR , WILLIAM MOSELY
EASYGOING , LOYAL , SARCASTIC , LEAPS WITHOUT LOOKING , PROTECTIVE[/CENTER]
Oh, but it's okay to breathe your
worries away when everything
and everyone try to lead you astray
Hold your own, hold your ground,
hold to life when you're down,
and always believe that there's
a way back home
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EXPERIENCE I DON'T EVEN KNOW D: A long time
CONTACT Email, sunshineorcas@gmail.com
MEMBER TITLE The Awesomely Awesome Admin
CHARACTER'S:
HOUSE: Gryffindor
HAIR COLOR: Light Brown
EYE COLOR:Grey[/ul]
OTHER CHARACTERS Koran Elliot and Sirius Black
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Kavic Elliot leaned into the door frame, feeling the hard wood dig through the cloth of his long sleeved dark shirt and into the soft flesh of his shoulder, but he ignored it. His mind was a thousand miles away; the only return to reality that he was paying attention too was having to occasionally flick the end of his cigarette in between long drags. It wasn’t as settling as a real cigarette, Koran had flatly refused to let him smoke them at her house, it didn’t have the nasty things that made real cigarettes so calming to his nerves (or as deadly to his body), but the habit of lighting up helped. Everyone had their vices, his sister cleaned and rode one of her horses when she was stressed out, he just happened to drink like a fish and smoke like a chimney. Oh well.
At the thought of his sister and her horses, he pushed himself off the door and limped across the patio, hiding a grimace. The added pain was a mental thing; there was no real reason for it to be particularly sorer than usual. Koran had told him gently, many times, it was good that it hurt sometimes, that was muscle growing stronger, (Bah, why doesn’t she try it and see how in her head that is?), but sometimes the pain was in head, a manifestation of anger or worry or other negative feelings… he had to let them go. (YOU try letting go of your worry and anger when your leg is feeling like it about to fall the fuck off.)
Kavic forced himself to walk upright though and not limp. Limping was for wussies, not him. Besides, he had alcohol in the house. Somewhere. He could dig the stuff up and have a mini, one person party later. Woo-hoo. He reached the patio railing and gratefully leaned against it, resting most of his weight on his folded arms. So much better… it was still sore, but this pain he could tolerate for longer.
And he still had his cigarette and that made everything better, right?
A shot of whiskey would make the world an even better place though. God he sounded like a lush sometimes, a whiny lush at that. Physical pain? Worries on the heart and mind? No issue, drink it away and blow it out with cigarettes. Life would be good. He glanced across the porch deck. Even as he thought the words, a counter attack formed in the saner part of his mind. Yeah, that’s what Olivia did. And look where that put her, here at the farm with no escape in sight and stuck with a family that didn’t know what to do with her quite yet.
Kavic knew and understood the reasoning behind it. Koran lived far away from the city and its temptations, and her bullshit-o-meter was always set extremely low. The woman could cow an eighteen hand stallion into submission, a strung out teenager shouldn’t be an issue right?
Wrong.
What Koran (and to be honest, everyone else) hadn’t expected was that Olivia hated her. Not resentment for her current situation or misplaced frustration… but full on ‘die bitch die’ hate. Both Koran and Kavic had very good guesses for the reason behind the hatred, but neither of them said it aloud. Olivia hadn’t broken her silence, so Koran wasn’t going to set an example. It was still difficult though. Few things are harder to deal with and more frustrating to ignore then a teenager’s anger. He knew that Koran was doing her best to ignore Olivia’s, but it was still getting to get the better of her. Kavic could see it getting more and more difficult for her to hold her tongue, and her rides in the evening got longer and longer as a result. She kept her contact time limited to when they worked in the stables or mealtimes to limit the opportunities when both of them would inevitably lose their tempers with each other. Kavic didn’t agree with her approach exactly, it meant that Olivia only saw her when they were forced to be together with Halyn and himself (he would have left, but he didn’t think it’d be good to leave Halyn alone in the room with both of them at the same time) or when Koran was ‘ordering’ her around. Koran protested that she was a gentle taskmaster, but Kavic and his leg both disagreed. The days of his detox were still rather vivid. The job was accomplished; his head was pulled out of his ass and his feet put on solid ground, but the process had been anything but gentle. But the point remained; the only time that Olivia and Koran had face to face interactions was high stress situations that were no good for heart to hearts. He blew out another sigh running his free hand through his bangs.
Dear god above, he needed a stiff drink.
At the thought of his sister and her horses, he pushed himself off the door and limped across the patio, hiding a grimace. The added pain was a mental thing; there was no real reason for it to be particularly sorer than usual. Koran had told him gently, many times, it was good that it hurt sometimes, that was muscle growing stronger, (Bah, why doesn’t she try it and see how in her head that is?), but sometimes the pain was in head, a manifestation of anger or worry or other negative feelings… he had to let them go. (YOU try letting go of your worry and anger when your leg is feeling like it about to fall the fuck off.)
Kavic forced himself to walk upright though and not limp. Limping was for wussies, not him. Besides, he had alcohol in the house. Somewhere. He could dig the stuff up and have a mini, one person party later. Woo-hoo. He reached the patio railing and gratefully leaned against it, resting most of his weight on his folded arms. So much better… it was still sore, but this pain he could tolerate for longer.
And he still had his cigarette and that made everything better, right?
A shot of whiskey would make the world an even better place though. God he sounded like a lush sometimes, a whiny lush at that. Physical pain? Worries on the heart and mind? No issue, drink it away and blow it out with cigarettes. Life would be good. He glanced across the porch deck. Even as he thought the words, a counter attack formed in the saner part of his mind. Yeah, that’s what Olivia did. And look where that put her, here at the farm with no escape in sight and stuck with a family that didn’t know what to do with her quite yet.
Kavic knew and understood the reasoning behind it. Koran lived far away from the city and its temptations, and her bullshit-o-meter was always set extremely low. The woman could cow an eighteen hand stallion into submission, a strung out teenager shouldn’t be an issue right?
Wrong.
What Koran (and to be honest, everyone else) hadn’t expected was that Olivia hated her. Not resentment for her current situation or misplaced frustration… but full on ‘die bitch die’ hate. Both Koran and Kavic had very good guesses for the reason behind the hatred, but neither of them said it aloud. Olivia hadn’t broken her silence, so Koran wasn’t going to set an example. It was still difficult though. Few things are harder to deal with and more frustrating to ignore then a teenager’s anger. He knew that Koran was doing her best to ignore Olivia’s, but it was still getting to get the better of her. Kavic could see it getting more and more difficult for her to hold her tongue, and her rides in the evening got longer and longer as a result. She kept her contact time limited to when they worked in the stables or mealtimes to limit the opportunities when both of them would inevitably lose their tempers with each other. Kavic didn’t agree with her approach exactly, it meant that Olivia only saw her when they were forced to be together with Halyn and himself (he would have left, but he didn’t think it’d be good to leave Halyn alone in the room with both of them at the same time) or when Koran was ‘ordering’ her around. Koran protested that she was a gentle taskmaster, but Kavic and his leg both disagreed. The days of his detox were still rather vivid. The job was accomplished; his head was pulled out of his ass and his feet put on solid ground, but the process had been anything but gentle. But the point remained; the only time that Olivia and Koran had face to face interactions was high stress situations that were no good for heart to hearts. He blew out another sigh running his free hand through his bangs.
Dear god above, he needed a stiff drink.
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