Oh hi(Jimmylost, open)

As Gil woke up, his first action was to turn his dazed expression into a scowl. He took the brown covers off of him and stepped out of bed. He then took his cloak, and his robes that made him look like some sort of dark priest (since the clothes are black) and put them on. He continued to the bathroom to wash and shower. He showered first and washed his hair. His long, dark hair flowed all the way to his lower back. He blow dried it and put some part of the hair into a pony tail and the other he just left. He walked out after brushing his teeth into the living room.

There, he saw his mother, who's skin tone was much darker than his, was making breakfast in the kitchen. She said hello to him like every other morning before setting his plate down on the table. Gil sat down and tucked into the breakfast like it would be his last. As he ate, his skin tone came into view. It was pale white, while his eyes were blood red. You could mistake him for some Albino dude. But no, he had black hair. He thanked his mother for the food and grabbed his book. He stepped outside, but just before closing the door, he heard his mother say:

"Go say hi to our neighbors, Gil! Try and have friends..."

Gil actually pondered this for a moment. Should he really? He wasn't one for talking to people. But he wasn't one to disobey his mother. So he decided he'd do it. He took a left, and there he was. It was the house to the left. He walked up to the door and rapped on it. When no answer came, he rapped on it again...

Staring at the two people standing there fore a moment, and then the younger looking girl asked him what he wanted to say. Before he could utter a word, the older girl, who looked the same age as him, screamed and ran... only to be tripped by a rock and fall. She lay there, sobbing. Gil could only think how she would one day die and become that dirt. She was a crazy girl who didn't know which was up and which was down. But her reaction didn't really hurt him. People always acted badly towards him. She was still sobbing while he came up to her and knelt down.

"Well," he said, "I'm Gil. The one whom you ran away from just now."

For a moment he didn't know what to do. But he lost his balance. Still, he caught himself with his left hand. The ground felt soft on his left hand. As he retracted it, his hand moved along the soft ground. He put his hand in his pocket, regardless of the dirt that may be on his hands, and pulled out a little marble. The designs were by him. There were lines that represented light and darkness. The marble itself was colorless, but the likes where white and black. He put the marble near the crying girls face and said:

"You know, my mother once told me to give that to people in need."

Gil still had the scowl upon his face, but compassion grew in his blood red eyes. He felt sorry for her. He had to face it. And he was a man who didn't like to hide from the truth. He spoke it most of the time, because if he were to lie, he couldn't possibly be expected to be a human. Even a priest, who is considered to be the holiest of the humans, lied every now and then. It was a bodily function of all people that could not be suppressed. The bit where he told the girl about the marble and his mother, that was true. He still wasn't one to be accepting of somebody he didn't know. But he could not judge either.

He got to his feet and offered the girl a hand for her to get up. He wondered whether he hands would feel soft, or ruff. He didn't like to make guesses, but it might feel rough due to the fact that she seemed a little emotionally disturbed.

At that moment, he turned to the other girl. She was so young, and yet she was comforting this older girl. It made Gil wonder what courage did she posses that made her speak in a tone that people rarely, if at all, spoke to him. He forced that thought to the back of his mind and turned his attention back to the girl on the ground. His hand was still there, ready to pull her up. But he didn't think that she would take it seeing how she reacted at him at first.

But he had to try. His mother had taught him that you must offer the help that somebody needs. If they do not accept at first, then they will accept in time. But you had to give them the time. Gil was patient enough to handle the girl who was crazed, or seemed to be crazy. But he couldn't keep his cool forever, at some point he would have to give up and just leave her. But if she went along with him, then he'd have all the patience in the world. Still, it seemed unlikely that she would even consider accepting his help...