<\Anything But Normal/> [Specialk/Damen]

Gage Dean Cooper
You want to know about me? Okay?

Gage's Writing : : : 2E6B2E
Gage's Speech : : : 669966
Other Speech : : : ABC4AB

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The cold air of winter days seems to splash against my body. Ghostly howls of the wind create an eerie feeling of solitude, the kind that breaks through the strongest man's emotional wall. The kind that primarily greets you with open arms, gently wrapping you with a soft embrace. Then it holds you still, firm, rough. Grips onto you as you try to run away, running, running, falling, trapped. You don't know where to go, looking, searching, needing somebody there. You're lost, no light around to guide you. You're all alone, looking for the one who cares, when truthfully, they were never at all there.

The dark sky looms above, the moon giving off enough light to see. It doesn't help that the alley way was the path I chose. The hospital was easy enough to get to, if you went in the day. The streets were usually filled with thugs, dealers, prostitutes and other supporters of the night life. I wasn't accustomed to that life yet. I was Gage Dean Cooper, the one who would only leave his house to go buy another book, or to work another five hours in the factories. My mind tries to figure out what changed that, whether it was Katie Morven, my co-worker who seemed to be given more feelings than that, or the horribly gruesome accident that I had just been in. Both of them seemed to change me, maybe for the better. I'd never know until I was done changing. I never was the social type, until I met Dashica Starr. She was so easy to talk to, so easy to be with. Maybe that was how I'd turn out.

The lights flicker beside me as I step out onto an empty street. Luck seemed to come through for me, clearing away all those night people. They would beg for money, drug transactions, sex, drugs. Anything to screw up your life, they'd ask for it. The drugs would only be worth it for a brief moment of time, relishing in the total bliss it gave you, the complete state of relaxation would be one that you'd be stupid to not appreciate. It would eventually tear you apart though, once it effected your vital organs. The same thing applied with alcohol. Once you were actually drunk, the 'feeling no pain' feeling was great, until you were regurgitating everything you ate that day.

The sex is definately something I wouldn't have any knowledge in. I just finished explaining that I was never social. Oh yes, of course. Gage Dean Cooper, I've been having my schedule filled each day with girls. Dashica, Katie, they are both just my girls that I can call upon when they are needed. As if. Still, it might be the same as the drugs and alcohol. Moments of it would be... exhilarating, while the birth part is just a total nightmare. Just look at my parents. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other, until I was born. Then all they wanted to do was fight or get rid of me. They succeeded in both.

The hospital can be seen from anywhere in the District, which is good for those who have memory loss. If they somehow got out of the hospital, it would be easy to find their way back. Good for me too, because I can never seem to remember the exact path there. My eyes meet with the ground, observing the prints my shoes make in the snow. Suddenly, it feels like I walk into a wall. "What the hell?!" I curse, feeling around in the snow for my glasses that must've fallen off. My hand comes in contact with the plastic, and I quickly place them on my eyes, allowing them to focus on the woman in front of me. I open my mouth in shock, primarily at the beauty she has. However, outer beauty isn't always important, or at least, that's what books say.

A smoke hangs out of her mouth, the fumes filling the air that's already infected by the factory gas. "You know, smoking is bad for you." I mutter under my breath, pushing myself up to a standing position. I find myself standing around the same height as her, allowing me to look right into her eyes, waiting for a response.

Gage Dean Cooper
You want to know about me? Okay?

Gage's Writing : : : 2E6B2E
Gage's Speech : : : 669966
Other Speech : : : ABC4AB

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At first, her hard determination of not giving up the smoke astounds me. Usually when a kid wearing glasses walks up and tells them that smoking is bad, they stop. I mean, the four eyes would know right? Stereotypes, oh how we love them. They still run through my mind though, even in this case. The lights finally flicker on beside us, illuminating her face. At first I'm amazed at the sheer beauty of her face. It's one that knocks all the words from my mind. All those words I wanted to say go away, until I catch site of the red on the side of her head. Injury?

"Honestly miss, I'd hate to see a beauty like you die from such a horrible cause." I see confusion in her eyes, as if she is contemplating what to do. Then the cigarette leaves her hand instantly, flying back into the snow behind her. I want to open my mouth and tell her I was kidding, but the sheer fact that she actually tossed it out because I told her to stops me from actually moving. Eventually the words come out. "Thanks. Sorry, it was for your sake. My cousin died from that." He didn't actually. It just helped back up my point. I'll take everything I can get.

I estimate her age to be around mine, maybe a bit younger. Which is perfect for me, especially since the only thing I seem to be able to do since the accident is gain female friends. Maybe having one that is beautiful would be good. One that is slightly rebellious, one that seems to not follow the rules. Dashica or Katie have no real rebellious traits that I know of yet, so maybe befriending the girl before me would be beneficial.

"Hello, I'm Gage. Gage Dean Cooper."

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