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[Kaine Andrews]

Kaine sighed, running his nimble fingers through his hair. He was sitting atop a skate ramp, with his Canon EOS 400D camera in hand. It was a warm day and the sky wasn't too clustered with white fluffy looking clouds, yet Kaine hadn't been in the mood to capture anything on film. The sun shone brilliantly down on the concrete, the ramps creating a nice shadow for any emotion filled and thoughtful shots. A couple of skaters were demonstrating there skills and tricks, not really paying any attention to the quiet boy in the corner of the intermediate sized ramp. Kaine felt himself completely out of place. He knew he couldn’t skate.. well he could a little but even that was bad. Plus he didn’t have the 'skater' look about him. Kaine was clad in a green top the read 'graawwwrrrr! I'm a cookie monster!' and a pair of skinny jeans. His army camouflage style vans were snug on his feet and two thick black leather wrist bands were tied around his wrists. His black postal bag had been placed next to him as he picked at the strap of his canon camera.

He missed his sisters. They'd be perfect to photograph! Abby and Tiffany would both be six years old now. Kaine wondered if they had changed from the time he had last seen them, that one winter two years ago, he wondered if the twins had gotten any taller, if their hair had gotten longer or maybe even became a darker shade of brown? He wondered if they where doing okay at school, if they had lots of friends, if they had taken up any new hobbies.. if they remembered Kaine. Kaine wondered if his sisters even remembered their older brother. He hated not being able to see them. Not that Kaine hadn't tried. Chris always made sure that Kaine never saw his sisters or even his mother. Chris was doing to Kaine what Kaine was doing to him in the beginning of Joanne's and his dating. Kaine hated it.

In a moment of disenchantment and sadness Kaine lifted the camera and faced it down towards him as he looked away, looking down at the ramp, he clicked the shutter button and took a picture. That picture captured that particular moment and he would show it to his little sisters and say 'I missed you there'. With a small sigh Kaine put the camera down, letting it hang loosely from his thin neck, his mind was stuck on the thought of his sisters. Kaine thought of the moments he missed with them while he was stuck at Darlington Academy. He smiled thinking of those moments running like a role of film in his mind, and then tried to force back tears. Why the hell was Chris doing this to him?

[Indigo Romance]

Indigo looked a sight, walking through the skate park clad in yellow skinny fit jeans, a simple grey hoodie with nothing but her black bra underneath, showing slightly looking kind of like a shirt but not extremely convincing. Looking down at her ratty leopard print creepers she let a small smile slip from her peachy lips, opening her eyes fully and looking around. She stood at the side of a ramp. Most people would laugh of how she could only describe it as a ramp. Most would be able to place skills with what type of ramp you were free to skate on, but Indigo was a firm believer in equality. If she wanted to skate on this ramp, she would! Well, at least she would if she hadn’t hurt her knee only a few days ago at a Kill switch engage concert. It was moshpit magic, blood had been spilt and beer had been thrown, and Indigo smiled, laughing slightly at the memory of the concert. Fair to say her father didn’t approve. Not that he approved of anything she did. Indigo knew very well it was a parents job to criticize any move or decision their child made, but her father had always taken it too far with her. Indigo had begun to believe him whenever he gave criticism. It was a habit she wasn’t too keen on picking up.

Sitting down on the ground she picked at her jeans, fraying at the bottom and plucking stray yellow threads of cheap Denim. Unimpressed she stared blankly at the skaters. They all looked like each other, and Indigo cocked her head slightly in the motion of what a confused or curious dog would do. She looked at them with big blue eyes and turned up the corner of her mouth in a slightly curious smile. What would happen if one of them were to look different? Indigo had a feeling the others wouldn’t be as accepting as they were. If one of them looked at all different, like Indigo did, then she had a feeling that person would be no longer part of the herd. She often wondered why stereotypes became like family for people. People all over the world conformed to stereotypes as a sort of safety net, as something that could support them through life. Shaking her head in a partially confused and disappointed movement she reached into a backpack she had been dragging lazily along the floor.

Reaching in, she pulled out three thick notepads, held together by elastic bands and paper clips. On the front of each notepad were hundreds of slightly peeled off stickers and broken pieces of badges, and reaching into her pocket she pulled out a pen, opening the top notebook and flipping to the last empty page. She looked up at the skaters, a small knowing smile tugging at her lips as she began to write in her chicken scratch styled writing. All stereotypes turn out to be true. This is a horrifying thing about life. All those things you fought against as a youth: you begin to realize they're stereotypes because they're true. Sighing slightly she looked up, cocking her head again as he eyes scanned the skatepark. Everyone looked the same..but wait…there was one expect her who didn’t.

He sat atop a skateramp, with what appeared to be a camera in his hand. Indigo smiled slightly, glad to see someone different as she leant back a little, doodling him into her notebook, her eyes locked firmly on him for the first few moments, not focusing on what her hand was drawing, until she looked down and saw a fine little doodle. She giggled a little at it, catching the attention of some pompus skaters who looked over at her, chorusing some wolf whistles, making her blush and pull her hoodie closer to her body, seemingly uncomfortable, but not saying a word. She never said a word.

[Kaine Andrews]

Kaine bit his bottom lip and chewed on it slightly, an unremitting habit of his, even when he had had his lip pierced, many people would have told him that having the ring in would gradually make him slop biting his lip, but the ring made no difference as he continued to slowly nip at the skin on his lip. His fingers were now picking and prodding at his thick black leather wrist bands, the right one hiding the many self-inflicted cigarette burns, Kaine sighed and lifted his gaze from the wooden floor of the skate ramp in hopes of seeing something attention-grabbing and miraculous for him to capture into the magical black box he called his canon camera. Low and behold, in those few seconds of wishing, a new form of person had entered the skate park and was sitting on the sidelines.

Not really sure of what gender this new person could be Kaine was still astounded by its difference for others. Instead of that grunged up look tied up with chains, backwards/sideways caps, half length torn baggy jeans and a top of the range skateboard in hand this person was dressed in faded yellow skinny fit jeans and a small grey hoodie. He smiled as he caught sight of the leopard print creepers. This person was so not fitting for the scene, but that was the beauty of it all. This persons not belonging was Kaine's artistic motivation. The colors this person were brilliant too. Kaine was a big fan of black and white photography, although those photograph's that were back and with only one or two brightly colored object equally interested him.

He took his camera back up and took a quick photograph of the person sitting on the sidelines, and then skillfully Kaine ran down the ramp with his belongings, without tripping or stumbling, or making too much noise, he moved around the ramp. He felt like a member of the paparazzi needing to get a picture of the hottest new celebrity in town. Kaine lent against the ramp and took another two photograph's of the person, a small smile played on his face, he liked the way the photograph’s turned out as he took them. Taking a few more paces closer Kaine could now detect the hint of a feminine physical body. He also noticed that this person was writing, or drawing even, in a large note book of they're own. He clicked the shutter button again, he was now only feet away from this person, taking another priceless photograph.

[Indigo Romance]

Indigo continued to doodle, breaking into the shell of what her brother used to label her inner emo. She smiled a tiny smile, half sad and half fake as she thought about her brother. God she missed him. War was for silly men, and her brother was exactly that. A sad looked clouded over her face as she paused her pen tip on the paper with a sigh, recalling in her memory the last conversation she’d had with her brother before he left for Iraq.

“You wont stay here and protect me, your own blood, but you’ll go halfway across the world to fight for a man you don’t even know?”
“I’ll do what I have to do to grow up Indy. Maybe you should do the same.”

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Indigo felt a heat in her eyes, and hissing slightly she rubbed her eyes with her sleeve, smudging her perfect eyeliner just slightly with no trace of caring for doing so. She looked down, scanning her eyes over her doodling and almost choking out a sob. Her doodles had once been happy, of bunnies and rainbows but now they all seemed so depressing, so trapped by sorrow was she that it reflected in everything she did. Indigos nimble pianist fingers traced over one doodle lightly as if soaking up some kind of emotion from it. Two small no faced plumps as she called them standing alone together in the rain. Indigo thought once more of her brother and forced back tears. But there was always one that spilled out from her eye, tumbling down her cheek and onto her notepad, dripping onto the new ink and smudging one picture. Indigo noticed it was the one of the boy, and that made her look up for him again. But he was gone. The only people atop the skate ramps now were the usual herd of skaters and skater whores following after them, exchanging greetings and compliments of ‘Awesome’ and ‘Tubular!’ Indigo just rolled her perfect blue eyes. Once again it was nice to see people expanding outside their nature of conformity and stereotyping.

Her hearing picked something up. A type of noise a camera made when the shutter clicked, and furrowing her brow slightly she turned her head, looking around confused and slightly dazed. She liked having her picture taken but she didn’t like being so intruded upon to have it taken in secret. Rolling her eyes a little and groaning she heard it again, and then a third time. She looked around a little more before her eye caught the sight of a somewhat familiar face. Looking over at the boy from the skate ramp she cocked an eyebrow at him, daring him to come closer as she didn’t say a word. She felt defensive. Why was he taking her picture? Was he some kind of pervert?! Looking directly at him and only him she let the whole world disappear around her as she focused her eye contact on him. This boy had some s’plainin to do.[/blockquote][/size][/font][/blockquote]

[Kaine Andrews]

The corner of Kaine's mouth went up in a small smile as he stood beside the skate ramp, looking over the pictures he had just taken, he loved them, who knew a complete stranger could bring so much inspiration, he bit his bottom lip again in though this time and looked back up at a new position to take some more photographs. He would love to see the face of his muse Kaine thought. As his mind was back on the main pointer of his photography he made his eyes do the same and divert to the person on the sidelines, this person was no longer writing or drawing in their notepad but looking up at the skate ramp, Kaine thought for a second and slowly moved along the bushes on the edge of the park and stood in between the person and the ramp before taking another photograph. All he could think of know were those needed close up shots of this unidentified inspiration.

When he looked up from his canon camera's screen he noticed that the now determined female's eyes where upon him. "Oops.." Kaine muttered to himself. He looked down at his army camouflage style converses and bit his lip again, all before letting his camera hang loose around his neck again, he looked back up at the girl, and still gnawing his bottom lip he adjusted his black postal back on his shoulder and made his way slowly over to her.

As he lethargically sauntered he thought to himself about how rude he was just to take pictures of her. He bet the girl was trying to do something vaguely important to her and Kaine had interrupted her train of though with his incessant clicking and stalking. He hated being a pest to people. Kaine was one who desired quiet easy life, he was a boy in the corner reading, looking over photographs or.. well.. reading really. He hated annoying people and he hated people annoying him, hence why he was feeling very exasperating right now. He gave a short sigh as his converses reached about twenty center miters away from the girl's creepers, he swallowed and cleared his throat.

"Hey.. um.. sorry, for, you know, taking photographs of you.." He ran a nervouse hand through his jet black hair that he just had freshly dyed into its usual black base and red fringe and tips, "It's just that.. you were sitting here.. and your clothes.. it just looked so striking." The side of his mouth went up into that small smile again.

[Indigo Romance]

“Its ok.” Indigo smiled kindly, laughing slightly at how the boy nervously ran his hand through his hair. Heck, if she was a guy and looked like that she defiantly wouldn’t be nervous. He looked beautiful. Why he was behind the camera she didn’t know, and it baffled her in a slight way that made her cock her head to the side in her curious fashion. She smiled at him again then looked back down at her notepad, closing it then pushing herself off the ground with a groan, laughing and brushing her legs off a little before standing tall at her full 5’8, smiling a charming smile to reveal nice pearly whites. She always did have model looks and her father despised how she abused them but getting piercing’s and dying her naturally honey brown hair to an astonishing peroxide almost albino blond. Then again her father never approved of anything she ever did. It wasn’t in his nature to approve of her.

“Indigo. Indigo Romance.” She held out her hand for him to shake, her fingers long and thin like a pianists should be. Smiling her still kind smile she shook his hand gently, pulling away afterwards eager to get his skin off hers. She felt embarrassed of how cold her skin was naturally. It was like touching a corpse and most people thought it was creepy. She sighed a little then laughed, nervously and mentally hitting herself. Her eyes travelled to his rather impressive camera and she smiled, cocking her head to the side again and pointing slightly at it.

“Mind if I take a look at the ones you got of me?” Since you did take them without asking permission. Indigo refrained from saying but she thought it anyway. She had to admit it was a little rude just taking pictures without asking, but those pictures were always the best, the ones that were spontaneous and unplanned, they caught life in motion and nothing had been touched or edited. It was pure life when a photo was like that. So luckily for him, she would let him off.

[Kaine Andrews]

Kaine was able to relax a little after he now knew that he wasn't being an irritation to the girl. He couldn’t help but adore her unique beauty. She was very well endowed with curves, although Kaine did find her a bit on the skinny side but not too much to make him cringe, and the girl was about three or four inches shorter then Kaine himself. The girl was evidently pale, but that was no repulse to Kaine as he also was born with pallid skin. Her astonishing peroxide blonde hair peeked out from her worn grey hood, which slowly brought Kaine to look into the girls eyes - those where the most astounding things he noticed about the girl. Kaine was not sure if the girl had black eyes or a very very dark shade of brown, he wasn't about to get up close and in her face just because of his own curiosity and fascination. But one thing he did notice about the girls eye area was her immensely long, and not that notably artificial, eyelashes. Kaine was one for the finer details and he could pick them out in a flash. Or even a snap.

Kaine stopped his review of the girl and made his body work for him, reaching out his hand and taking the girls, who was now introducing herself as Indigo, "Kaine," Kaine answered back as the girl took her hand away rather quickly, he shrugged it off and giving her that small boyish smile of his, "Kaine Andrews. And it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Romance." He did notice when shaking the girls hand that it did feel abnormally cold..

The girl laughed lightly, Kaine noticed the slight hit of nervousness in her voice. Why would she be nervous?.. Why was Kaine nervous when he first confronted the girl? He couldn't be the one to ask questions about the girl's reactions and feelings at the moment. He watched the girls eyes travel down and Kaine felt him self blush a little as her eyes stopped at his little black box. She pointed to his canon camera and cocked her head to the side, a cute look on her that made Kaine smile slightly.

"Uhm... sure, yeah..." Kaine blushed a little more, and fumbled about as he took hold of his camera and pressed a few buttons for his recent pictures to be viewed on the screen. He went to hand the camera over to her so she could look at them herself, Kaine had already seen them, of course with him being the capturer and all.. but he forgot that the strap was still around his neck and he jolted forward a little as the strapped tugged at his neck. How embarrassing. His pale face now blushed a crimson red and he looked down to his converses so the girl couldn’t see. He took the strap from around his neck and handed his prized camera to the girl for her to view the photographs as he bit his bottom lip and tried hard to stop the blood from rushing to his face.

[Indigo Romance]

She moved back slightly when he jolted forward, smiling and giggling slightly, letting out a sound similar to ‘Meep!’ as she did so. Holding her hands up she steadied him a little by touching his shoulders lightly, blushing embarrassed for him.

Indigo stifled another giggle as she took the camera from him, turning her attention purposely away from him so he could safely recover. She knew what it was like to be embarrassed, and so she made it as easy as she could for this boy to recover. She was nice like that. Looking down at the small screen she looked over the pictures, awed by his skill then smiling some, feeling flattered and blushing a hard crimson colour. She actually looked good in the pictures, and she was overly flattered that he had photographed her out of all the other pretty girls in the skate park. Clicking a little further she inconspicuously checked out some other photos of his, amazed at his skill. He captured emotion even when it wasn’t there, and she was suddenly envious. She wished she could do something like that, but it was very rare that she could.

“They’re amazing. Really they are.” She smiled, handing him back his camera and continued to speak, bending down and picking up her belongings, suddenly nervous and feeling like a bit of a bumbling fool. She stood; her backpack slung over her shoulder and her cheeks a vibrant colour of red. “Its nice to meet you Kaine, but I’m af—“ she didn’t have time to continue. As a skater, an ignorant skater walked past, his shoulder pushed Indigo out the way, and falling forward with a yelp she fell into Kaine. Not enough to knock him over, but enough to have her arms now wrapped around his neck and her eyes tightly closed. She hated being pushed around, being pushed over. The impact of hitting the floor always scared her to death, and the thought of being in pain scared her more. She clung to Kaine, hearing the sniggers and giggles of the skater as he walked past. She had her arms wrapped around him for a good solid minute, until blushing she realised what she had done, and pulled away rather slowly. What the hell had she just done.

“Sorry…I…er…” She coughed nervously, blushing hard and turning away, walking at a pace of a power walk, covering her cheeks helplessly with her hands as she shook her head. That was smooth, real smooth.

[Kaine Andrews]

Nice one Kaine. Just throw yourself at the poor girl why don’t you... Kaine frowned slightly at his inner voice, that was always there to remind him how much of a stupid ass he really was, and shook his a little to try and somehow shut it up. Still seemingly interested in his converses Kaine bit his lip again. He was nervous to what the girl, who he should really call Indigo now since they did introduce themselves to each other, would think of his photography work. Would she think it was good? Would she think it was terrible? Would she totally flip a switch and go on about how he didn’t capture the girls obvious beauty right? Kaine was really really nervous.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence the girl, Indigo, spoke. Kaine lifted his head, a hand went up to his hair to straighten it out a little from the head shaking he did earlier, he smiled at Indigo's thoughts on how his photographs looked. He smiled a genuine smile. Not a fake or broken one like usual. Comments on his work where the only thing, besides his sisters, that could bring that genuine smile into play.

"You think?" He glowed taking his camera back, switching it off and putting it into his black postal bag. Kaine turned back to Indigo just in time to catch her as she came falling into him. It was not an accidental trip. Kaine looked over at the group of bad-mannered skater type people and glared at the one who pushed Indigo. He was snickering and nudging his buddies thinking that he was a big man for pushing a girl so much smaller then him. Those types of guys reminded him of kindergarten boys pushing small girls over in the sand. He didn’t like them. Kaine felt Indigo pull away from him as she regained her balance and posture after having it lost to the uncouth skater, he looked down at he and frowned his eyebrows.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly bending down to pick up Indigo's dropped note book, but when Kaine returned to his upright position Indigo was already out of the skate park. With another short yet sharp glare at the skater who pushed Indigo, Kaine made his was speedily out of the skate park and in the direction that Indigo was marching in. With his bag strap in one had as it feel of his shoulders as he jogged and Indigo's note book in the other Kaine called out to her in hope she would stop or at least turn around, "Indigo!.. Indigo, wait up!"

Finally catching up to her, Kaine was able to re-position his postal bag on his shoulder, and he took a hold of Indigo's wrist - not enough to be yanking her around, but just enough to let her know that someone was trying to get her attention - he looked at her from the side and held out her note book, "Here. You dropped this." He said, "Are you okay?"

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