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* Waldo Woodrow Angerville

    (12/02/2014 at 12:14)
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JULY 1943


Big brown eyes blinked at the sign that predicted this to be camp Sea Dog.

(Those names were ridiculous, who had thought of those anyway? Who had even thought of the idea that it would be cool to make a pirate theme camped out of this time investment? Who had thought of freaking him out so much because he didn't understand the rules of life on a pirate's ship?)

He didn't even know what camp he himself was in, nor had he really made an effort in trying to remember it, knowing that knowledge like that would soon evaporate from his mind again only to pop up later when it was already irrelevant and belonged to the past. But he knew that this wasn't his camping area, for he recognized nothing of it. Not the cabins, and most certainly didn't recognize the place it was nestled.

His feet had brought him here, as he himself had been without the intention to come here in the first place.

There was no one that he longed to visit out here, wouldn't even be able to recall their names anyway unless he had seen them more often and also outside of camp. If they had already started to become a part of his past as well as his present, he would be able to recognize them. Fact was, though, that Waldo didn't have many friends. And, following in that conclusion, didn't have anyone that he would have liked to meet up with here.

Maybe he would have liked it if there had been people around here that he knew, if he would be able to talk to them without them raising their eyebrows at him. It would have been nice, for he wouldn't have felt the strong urge to actually hide himself. Due to puberty, his limbs had suddenly turned out longer than he was used to, causing him to underestimate the space he would uptake would he start to hide. Therefor, he didn't fit in the tiny spaces the first years used for hide and seek.

He was lonely at camp, but it was something that he had grown used to over the last years. Something that he would deny he found a bother, even though he actually just wanted to have some friends that could muster the patience of talking to him. That wouldn't just drop him as soon as they found out that having conversations with him was a lengthy and tiresome event, for he constantly zoned out as his mind traveled back to irrelevant past happenings.

So instead of actually making a move, he just stared at the spots where the cabins were nestled. When his eyes wavered over the place he was staring at, he suddenly could make out a person's form sitting not too far away. Even though the person didn't look like an immediate thread, Waldo thought that he could never be too sure as he was an invader in another camp that wasn't his own. He didn't know anything about possible rivalry, and really didn't feel like being attacked.

Blinking again, Waldo started to move backwards again to leave the same way he had come here in the first place. Yet, completely underestimating the sudden addition of length to his legs, he stumbled over his feet and fell backwards with a loud yelp, hands grasping in thin air to try and find a last rescue he could hold onto.
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Raasiel Albear

    (12/03/2014 at 22:55)
Having his nose buried in a book had seemed like the best option to Ra'asiel this summer. Things were beginning to get awkward the more and more he looked at others, the more that he thought... things that boys shouldn't think. It seemed like many of his male friends were blossoming, and it was impossible not to notice. Those little thoughts from term - brief moments of finding something about someone attractive, followed immediately by his own worried questioning - were blossoming as well.

It was absolutely terrifying.

Instead of trying to confront those thoughts and feelings and accept that maybe he was different from normal boys, Ra'asiel was trying to hide from it all by reading. Oh, to be a teenager and begin the journey of self-discovery - a journey that he felt was far better left alone and run away from. After all, how could he begin to accept that he might be... That maybe he was possibly... gay?

It wasn't normal, and it wasn't right, was it? He could only imagine the fallout that might occur if anyone were to suspect him, let alone for him to confirm it.

And so it was with this carefully crafted avoidance that Ra'asiel came to be reading just outside of the HHS Sea Dog, the deck being too uncomfortable with the mild sea-sickness he'd experienced when he tried to read up there before. He was rather involved in his book, too, until a sudden yelp drew his attention.

When he saw the unfamiliar boy falling, Ra'asiel gasped.

"Ohmygod," the words ran together quickly as he stood and made his way to the boy, his fears forgotten as worry took over. He wouldn't make it in time to catch Waldo, or even to slow his fall - he'd gotten too late of a start since he didn't see him until he was already falling - but if the other boy was hurt, he wanted to help him. "Are you alright?"

* Waldo Woodrow Angerville

    (12/04/2014 at 08:05)
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There was nothing that he could grasp and break his fall. There was nothing that he could grasp so that he would be halted midair in his fall, a blow that he knew his neck wouldn't take well though. But it was with a loud thud that he fell on the floor, his elbows first to break his fall. His back soon followed, and then his head came down a little harder than expected. As a floored giant, Waldo blinked up at the crowns of the trees above him, which filtered the light and blinded him occasionally.

A grown escaped from his lips as a hand came up to cover his eyes from the violent radiation of light that filtered through, his eyes squeezing shut at the sudden thudding headache that started to gain strength by hammering on his skull. Working himself up on an eyebrow, it was only then that he noticed that someone had approached him. His gaze traveled from the stranger's feet, traveling over clad legs and over a clad torso, before it flit over the slope between the shoulder and neck, the jawline and then the feminine face of the stranger. He blinked at the stranger's appearance as well at the surfacing question of why this boy had appeared.

"Are you alright?"

"Mh," Waldo managed to get out, trying to rest more solidly on his elbow so that he wouldn't topple over with the faintest breeze of wind. Pulling up his legs slightly so that they were curved just slightly at the knees, relief washed over him.

He had supposed that it would have been easier to break something if the packaging in which you came was larger, and the bones that were wrapped up in skin and muscle tissue, were bigger. And considered that Waldo didn't have that much muscle tissue, he was quite sure that his bones would almost be unprotected every time he flung himself to the ground like this. It didn't look like he had broken anything, and there wasn't a movement that he had made until now that had induced a sharp pain that would have made him wince.

It had been many times that Miss Temple had tried to force him to eat more, especially spinach, so that he would gain a little bit more weight. All that he was right now was a package of bone, organs, nerves, skin, too much hair to adorn his head, and some tendons. The muscles had never been present enough to even be worth to mention. He could see her shaking her head, a displeased expression on her face as she had weighed him again and the results hadn't been promising. Maybe, any baby fat that puberty had robbed him from, would return once puberty would come to its end as sudden as it had come - although he hoped more for muscles than displaced baby fat.

Worrying his lower lip, he placed his free hand horizontal against his forehead so that the sunlight wouldn't get into his eyes and would make the reality of the stranger in front of him troubled by lens flares his own eyes had created.

"'ll Survive." Pushing himself even further up, now able to sit down on the floor and tuck his long legs in so that he sat legged, he rolled his shoulders leisurely before he tended to his neck that had received the hardest blow. And it felt like it was stuck, which made his facial features distort.

"Who's you?"
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Raasiel Albear

    (12/07/2014 at 11:20)
"'ll Survive. Who's you?"

The other boy's speech patterns caught Ra'asiel off-guard, at first. Between rooming with Rooster at Hogwarts, and meeting so many different people at both school and camp, the long-haired boy had learned very quickly that not everyone spoke in the same manner as his family, and he'd learned to adapt.

He gave the other boy a small smile and offered his hand to help him stand up.

"I'm Ra'asiel," he said, his usually quiet voice a little bit more confident than he'd expected. It wasn't an unpleasant quality to have, he thought as the sound reached his ears. He sounded like everything was under control, nothing wrong at all, no war raging inside of him. Father would be proud, a thought that would have made him cringe if he weren't ever aware of his facial expressions. "It's nice to meet you. Erm... Are you sure you're alright?"

He didn't have any ice in his cabin, but he could get some pretty easily if the other boy needed it...

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    (12/08/2014 at 14:24)
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"I'm Ra'asiel,"

Waldo was quite sure that he had never heard of that name before. And that he had never met with someone who had been called that way. He assumed that it was a rather rare coincidence that he could meet up with someone called in such an odd fashion, but Waldo was also quite sure that it would be the sole reason that he would forget about it almost instantly. He had never been the best with names when they were only settled in his short term memory and were yet to be transferred to his long term memory. Names would get lost in the confines of the memories that would flit past his mind's eye and allow him insights in memories that he thought he had since long forgotten about.

He blinked at the long haired person in front of him, his eyes fixating on the soft lines and and dips the face allowed him to see. And the person in front of him seemed rather feminine, although he wasn't quite sure of that fact when combined with the person's voice. Maybe it was the safest for now to play it on safe and refer to it as neuter.

"It's nice to meet you."

"My name's Waldo," The younger boy finally managed to squeeze out again before loosing himself again in a stream of memories wherein he had met with people with strange names that he had never thought of existent before. And they had sounded so foreign in his ears, almost like names that actually belonged in a fairy tale. And he liked fairy tales, knew all the names of the characters that graced the pages - but there were always names that sounded like they had been made up out of the blue.

He liked those names better than his own, one that he assumed should only be a dog's name. A name for stray dogs that had big brown eyes that would look up at you with a pleading stare, with tuffs of fur that poked out in every direction and made the spots appear even wonkier and more out of place. Waldo was quite sure that he was anything but a puppy, although he tended to run after people when he assumed he had befriended them.

Waldo feared the day he would grow a tail.

"Erm... Are you sure you're alright?"

"I live, right. Right? Right?! This isn't heaven, right?"

Now suddenly worried, his introverted gaze fixated himself on the reality again and looked around for any signs that he might have subconsciously slipped into the ethereal otherworld.
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Raasiel Albear

    (12/13/2014 at 07:55)
"My name's Waldo."

"It's a pleasure, Waldo," the long-haired Ravenclaw replied with a kind smile. The other boy seemed... hm. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something seemed ever so slightly off. Not necessarily wrong, just... off. Odd. Different. Was he concussed? That wouldn't do. He'd better keep an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall asleep somewhere. If something did happen, he could get him to the infirmary tent (though he might get in trouble for magic use, as there was no way the petite boy could carry or even drag the far taller boy anywhere).

"I live, right. Right? Right?! This isn't heaven, right?"

"What?" Ra'asiel asked with surprise, before he offered a light-hearted chuckle. "I suppose it could be Heaven to some, but I'm fairly certain it's just a regular island. You're definitely alive. Wait-"

It wouldn't do to just assume. No, evidence would be far better. He reached out, touching the boy's shoulder, and then nodded decisively with another smile.

"Yes, you're definitely alive. I can touch you, so you're not a ghost, either," he said. How much should he tell him? Well, it wouldn't hurt to at least explain his concerns; he could do so without scaring him too much, right? "Though it is possible that you hurt your head. Are you still paying attention?"

* Waldo Woodrow Angerville

    (12/17/2014 at 11:55)
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"What?"

"Are you dead?" Waldo immediately retorting, panic now definitely starting to flower in his chest. He didn't quite feel like he was ready to die yet, he did not feel like he was done with his time on the earth of the planes of the earth. And there were so many more things that he had to say to Miss Temple, and he still had to search for Justin, and he had to go with Aleksa to some sort of Halloween fest that actually really creeped him out because he did not like the faces that were carved into them. There were so many more things that he had to do that he just couldn't be permitted yet by the goddesses of fate that his string was already cut short.

And it seemed like a completely logical measuring stick to figure out if the other boy was dead. Although, now that he thought about it, that didn't really exclude the possibility too. For Waldo could be dead and the person could be dead, Waldo could be dead and the other person could be some weird sort of psychic who could talk to the dead, or it was in reverse and Waldo was the psychic, or they were both alive and they didn't even know it.

Hands reached up to thread themselves in the dark locks of his hair, his dark doglike eyes widening as he looked up at the person in despair. He sucked in his bottom lip as if he wanted to bite some other not so witty retort back, but it had gotten stuck in his throat.

"I suppose it could be Heaven to some, but I'm fairly certain it's just a regular island. You're definitely alive. Wait-"

That didn't sound comforting at all!

Heaven to some? To whom? To him? To them? To the other person whom he was still not sure wether it was a boy or a girl due to the facial features, the long hair mixed with a to-be-masculine voice? Waldo's eyes widened even more if that was possible, and his gaze dropped from the other person's face to his own feet.

"Yes, you're definitely alive. I can touch you, so you're not a ghost, either,"

"Are we both dead?!" Waldo exclaimed loudly, his eyes immediately on the neutral person in front of him again. Hands started to lower themselves, swiping themselves over his cheeks so that it looked like his cheeks were almost drooping off of him and he was melting like plastic. His bottom lip also plopped out of his teeth grip at the action, and turned into the most open pout, revealing his lower row of white straight teeth.

"Though it is possible that you hurt your head. Are you still paying attention?"

He flopped down on the grass he had been previously laying on, staring at the bottom of the tree's crown. The twigs that bore all the leaves were visible from this perspective and did not look more extraordinary than they had done before. So maybe heaven was not as different as the mortal reality, or he was really alive.

His breathing calmed down a little, though his chest was still heaving slightly as he tried to calm the emotions that rushed through his body.

"I am." He finally replied, "I just don't understand life."
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Raasiel Albear

    (12/23/2014 at 06:19)
"Are you dead?"

The question surprised him as much as anything else, really, though Ra'asiel had touched the other's shoulder to prove that-

"Are we both dead?!"

...Huh. He hadn't expected that question, either. Waldo was a little strange, wasn't he? Though at the same time, Ra'asiel wasn't one to judge; after all, who was stranger, the boy who asked if they were both dead, or the boy who gave his question serious consideration. Ra'asiel looked up in thought, touching his chin again as he pondered it.

It was true that being able to touch the other didn't really demonstrate anything significant, though he was fairly certain that he himself was still quite alive. And yet, if they were both dead, would either of them remember dying? ...Maybe. But, then again, maybe not. Hmmm. How perplexing...

"I am. I just don't understand life."

Ra'asiel's attention was returned to Waldo and he smiled, amused by the boy's answer.

"I don't think anyone really does," he said, sitting down beside the other boy. "No one seems to be able to talk about it confidently, or if they do it's in direct opposition to everyone else's thoughts on it."

Which was true; everyone always had a different theory as to what life was all about, but no one ever seemed to agree on it. Well, unless there was fire whiskey involved, and then people suddenly became far more agreeable to one another.

"Oh!" the long-haired boy exclaimed, pounding his fist into his palm decisively. "I've got it! If you're alive, you can feel pain, right? What if I pinched you? Would that be alright? If not, I suppose it's okay for you to pinch me instead, since we're agreed that we must both be either alive or dead..."

That might clear it up, right? Waldo had put the Ravenclaw's mind to work in odd ways, though, considering heavier topics than he was used to. Questioning his own existence as a living being was not something that usually happened... well, ever. He was quite confident that he was alive, but he couldn't dismiss the idea outright, either.

* Waldo Woodrow Angerville

    (12/24/2014 at 10:25)
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"I don't think anyone really does,"

Waldo assumed that some people understood the essence of life, or at least knew how they wanted to live their life because they were sure that it was the supposed to be the most true art. He had heard about people who lived by the rules and guidelines that an ancient religion had written down, he had heard about people who were so convinced about a certain ideology that living by it seemed to be the best and only possible thing to do.

Miss Arrington was a proper example of that, for she had lived by the rules that the priests dictated, and she seemed pretty happy for the guidelines that she had been handed. She seemed content that she couldn't do some things but were allowed and permitted to do others. There had been fights and words from Miss Arrington as she addressed the boys whom she thought would grow up to be sinners and servants of the devils. Whom she supposed to fight the divine laws that she lived by. It seemed to give her life direction, even though that direction was not always aligned with the direction that Waldo himself tried to give his life. But that was okay, for he supposed that life was different for any person and that it was simply impossible to live it exactly the same.

His fingers curled themselves open in front of his eyes, as if he was searching the lines from the punishments that he had received at times when he had not listened to her will simply because he had been distracted by the past or had been ignorant about the way she thought about the matter at hand. The fingers of his other hand trailed over the palm of his hand in contemplation, slightly tickling along the way but not to the extent that he would stop painting the imaginary scar on his hand. When his hands came down again, he looked at the neutral person again with a somewhat inquisitive look on his face.

"No one seems to be able to talk about it confidently, or if they do it's in direct opposition to everyone else's thoughts on it."

He nodded at the validation of his own thoughts and experiencing, even though the boy next to him looked like he had given the matter at hand more thought. Just like he was better at wording that what he wanted to say.

"Are you a Ravenclaw?" Waldo blurted out, incapable to filter his thoughts before he put them into words. He had noticed before that it could come across as rude and that people did not always seemed to appreciate his straight forwardness. The younger boy did not wish for the other boy to interpret his question as holding grudges or being prejudiced about one house in particular. Over the last summer camp, Waldo had met with more Ravenclaws than he had ever before, and he found their way of thinking most enjoyable and intriguing.

"I've got it! If you're alive, you can feel pain, right?"

That sounded like the worst condition about life ever, the worst measuring stick to see if someone was still alive. If life had to be described in terms of pain, Waldo wasn't so sure if he liked it that much.

"What if I pinched you? Would that be alright? If not, I suppose it's okay for you to pinch me instead, since we're agreed that we must both be either alive or dead..."

The corners of his lips turned down slightly as he cocked his head to the right in troublesome thought. He was not one to enjoy pain, but he disliked it even more to pinch someone else. Especially not someone whom he didn't know yet, whom he didn't want to scare off.

It was just since this summer camp that he had figured out how to make sure that he was liked and that people wanted to stick around. He wasn't going to scare them off immediately by hurting them, for he did not want to end up alone once again. Ignored, abandoned, shunned. He had had enough of that for quite a while.

"You can pinch me. I don't want to hurt you, though."
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Raasiel Albear

    (12/26/2014 at 07:47)
"Are you a Ravenclaw?"

The blurted out question surprised Ra'asiel, who laughed and blushed a little at it, not at all offended or insulted by it. If the other hated Ravenclaws, Ra'as would be surprised, really. He'd actually not seen anyone who blatantly discriminated against any one particular house, so it really didn't occur to him that this could be the case here.

"Is it that obvious?" he answered the question with another question, even as he nodded. He supposed that if anyone listened to him speak enough, it would be pretty obvious. People often told him he sounded a certain way when he spoke, so perhaps that was what they meant?

"You can pinch me. I don't want to hurt you, though."

Ra'as blinked in his surprise, and then his expression softened as he smiled. Waldo seemed... What was the word he wanted? Certainly sweet, but that wasn't specifically what he thought of. Maybe compassionate? No, not quite... Sensitive to the long-haired boy's feelings. Yes, there it was. He was sensitive, and it was rather sweet.

"I won't pinch too hard, I promise," he assured as he reached down to the other's shoulder. It shouldn't be too painful there, right? "I don't want to hurt you, either, so it'll be light, just to prove a point."

True to his word, the petite boy pinched Waldo's shoulder gently, hopefully just enough for it to demonstrate his meaning.

Unlike the taller boy, Ra'asiel didn't think of pain as being the worst condition about life, but rather as a sign of it. You couldn't live life painlessly if you didn't understand pain, right? That was what he told himself, anyways. It was a thought that made his nightmares - his memories - far more tolerable. It made everything he'd been forced to endure worthwhile to think that there was some grand reason for it in the end.

* Waldo Woodrow Angerville

    (12/29/2014 at 09:02)
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Waldo wanted to clamp his hands over his mouth to contain blurted out questions and remarks like that, wanted to make sure that there was a filter between his brain and his mouth. It was just like the meeting in the infirmary, wherein he had blatantly stated that Aleksa was a pretty girl. And she really was, with her dark locks of hair that framed her pretty face beatifically and her blue eyes that looked rather inquisitive yet gentle, but he had been in no position to denounce it. She was his friend, and that was all there was to it.

The neutral person in front of him wasn't even a friend yet, it was a stranger. And yet, Waldo was being presumptuous about him in an unheard and inappropriate fashion. Shouldn't people share information whenever they felt like they were supposed to, instead of having the information pulled out of them when the other party desired so? Waldo didn't want to interrogate the other person like that.

"Is it that obvious?"

The neutral person nodded though, answering the question in silence. Waldo cocked his head to the side to see if the other party had felt harmed or interrogated by the question posed. Yet, no hostility shone from the eyes nor were the facial features distorted into dismay. The breath that the younger boy hadn't realized he had been holding, was released when he perceived the above, and he could feel his nerves wither in relation with it. Eyes dropped momentarily, having been shut, to calm the wave of weighty emotions like being shunned and rejected once more.

"Well, you talk smart. Like, in comparison, I just ramble and blurt out things. You sound like you overthink your words before you utter them. It's... considerate."

Waldo nodded happily at the last word stated, pleased that such a word had suddenly popped up instead of having been suppressed by weighty memories that deemed themselves more important than an extended dictionary. Looking up again, little laughter lines had appeared around his eyes, caused by the large Cheshire grin that had tugged at the corners of his lips and revealed his straight teeth. Threatening to split his face in two, Waldo cocked his head to the right happily to regard the neutral person in front of him.

"I won't pinch too hard, I promise,"

Waldo nodded, yet braced himself if the pinch was a little harder than expected and would snap his arm off. That his arm would drop dead next to his body and that the tendons and the muscles weren't able to hold onto the bones of his arm. Unconsciously, he clenched his jaw and ground his teeth slightly in preparation. Eyes flicked up to look at the other person's, trying to find reassurance as well as urging him not to pinch too hard and actually hurt him.

"I don't want to hurt you, either, so it'll be light, just to prove a point."

Yelping at the suddenness of the pinch, the younger boy swatted at the hand to which the devilish fingers were connected that had just pinched him. Due to the fact that Waldo was a package of bones, tendons, muscles, organs contained by skin, he had too little meat on his bones to not be shocked by the sudden sharp flash of almost numbing pain when a flap of skin was pinched as if pierced with a flesh hook.

Lips parted slightly to say something although he did not know what nor how, although his eyes did not shine with anger when he looked up to the neutral person, his hand now rubbing at the spot gingerly.

"I felt that," He finally stated the obvious. "It hurt. Can I be alive now with a friend?"

The grin flourished once more as he hopefully looked up at the other person.

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Raasiel Albear

    (01/03/2015 at 23:39)
"Well, you talk smart. Like, in comparison, I just ramble and blurt out things. You sound like you overthink your words before you utter them. It's... considerate."

"Thank you," Ra'asiel smiled as he accepted the compliment happily. Though he wasn't sure that he'd say Waldo rambled or blurted out... wait. Well, okay. Maybe just a little, but nothing too bad. He thought it was kind of nice, actually. Refreshing.

More people could be so impulsive, he thought.

When he pinched Waldo, the other boy's reaction made him freeze in place with worry, suddenly wondering if he'd gotten stronger without realizing it, and what implications that could have. He didn't feel stronger. But what if Waldo was like him, and was sensitive to injury? Oh, no, that would be terrible!

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to-" hurt so badly, he thought, though he shut up when Waldo spoke.

"I felt that. It hurt. Can I be alive now with a friend?"

Ra'asiel blinked, surprised, and then smiled brightly.

"I would like that very much!" he said with a nod. Waldo was strange, but it was in a good way, he'd decided, and he was rather curious about him. And making new friends was always a good thing.

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