Meeting Lyle
Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 2:20 pm
Ever since I'd seen that beautifully done rendition of the Katawas in male form, I've been imagining what they'd be like as characters. So I thought I'd give writing a shot, and typed this up. Starts off with Hisako looking for the Library and stumbling upon Lyle.
Please do tell me what you think of this. Story, grammar, spelling, timing, Fragments (consider revising), whatever. Is my paragraphing alright? How about dialogue layout?
This being my first actual attempt at writing, I can imagine a fair few things that I missed on my re-reads and I'm looking to improve. Because I'm scared of being bad at something. Yeah.
Thanks!
tl;dr Lilly's introduction scene re-thought with my mental rendition of Lyle, Lilly's male counterpart.
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Looking through the empty corridors, I found a door that was ajar. As I got closer, it was obvious it wasn't the Library, but curiosity took hold. I pushed the door open fully and looked in.
Sat there in silence was a solitary figure, sat with his eyes closed and a mug between his hands. A tuft of his wavy, blonde hair dances in the breeze from the window. This is the first time I've seen someone wearing the uniform blazer. It's... Green, to say the least. He turns his head a few degrees towards me and opens his mouth to speak.
“Is that you, Harako? Come on in, pal,” he brings the mug to his smile and takes a tentative sip, waiting a response. “Was wondering where you got to,” I'd better reply, before he gets the wrong idea.
“Oh, umm, sorry, I was looking for the library...”
My voice not being whom he expects seems to take him by surprise, albeit briefly. His eyes open and his eyebrows shoot up, before he changes to a distinctly casual expression. The first thing I notice is his clouded pupils. Is he blind?
My thoughts are confirmed when his head turns, probably through courtesy, towards me. Although his head moves, his eyes continue to stare forward the entire time, giving the whole action a surreal tinge to it... This is something I'll have to get used to at Yamaku, I guess.
He offers an apologetic expression and speaks.
"Ah, terribly sorry! I thought you were someone else!” He chuckles to himself, “That lad's the only person I know who'd make such a hesitant entrance. Can I help you at all? Cup of tea, per chance?”
I must admit, a sit down would be a nice change of pace for today. “If you don't mind, I think that'd be great,”
“Not at all! Take a seat and I'll pop the kettle on,”
He nods in my general direction with a smile and stands up, turning to face a rather cheap-looking kettle plugged into the wall behind him. I feel a little guilty for interrupting him, and even more so as I watch him set up a tea for me. I almost offer to do it myself, but I stop myself before I get a chance to inadvertently patronise him. I watch, fascinated with how he deals with his apparent blindness. He feels around on the desk lightly until his hand touches something, to which he gives a little feel to identify. Spoons, teacups, pots...
The kettle wire...
“Are you new around here? Hate to say it, but I don't recognise your voice." I arch my neck to watch his hands search. Finally, he finds a small glass pot. "Sugar?”
“Umm, two please. Yeah, today's my first day,” He scoops two heaps of the sweet, sweet powder into the cup and reaches for the kettle. “I'm Hisako, by the way. Hisako Nakai.”
He turns around, a fresh cup of tea steaming away in his hands, and laughs lightly. “Ah, introductions, I'm sorry.” He sets the mug down and takes a seat, himself. “Pleasure to meet you, Nakai. I'm Lyle Satou.”
His smile is warm and his posture... perfect. His speech is quite eloquent and refined, with a subtle hint of an English accent. He definitely has an air of class to him, but thankfully he doesn't seem overly pompous. I take my cup and look around the room. There's a selection of various teacups on the counter behind him, surrounded by recently-used spoons and evidence of numerous mopped-up spills. As he takes another sip, it's brought to my attention that he's holding the only mug in the room. Either it's his or he just got here first.
“So, Nakai, what brings you to my little haven? You said something about the library?” I hadn't realised how quiet I was being, but he doesn't seem to mind.
“Yeah, I was hoping to find the library. I was recommended to drop by before the day was over. I don't suppose you could give me directions?" Repressed memories of Misha very loudly recommending that I look for a certain book about Sparkly Vampires forces its way to mind. "And please, you can call me Hisako,”
“In that case, feel free to call me Lyle,” He smiles, but it is soon lost as he puts down his mug and leans back in his chair, turning his head towards the window. The afternoon sun casting quite a dark shadow under his brow. He frowns and brings a hand to his chin.
“Ah the library. Not the most useful place, for me.” My stomach drops and I realise the potential mine I have just trodden on. He strains on his words, visibly trying to maintain a calm composure “...It's not like I can read anything."
His voice is monotone and dull; a complete change from a few seconds ago. I find myself immediately regretting asking. I've just asked a blind guy about books. How stupid could I get?! God, I feel terrible. I open my mouth to apologise, but nothing comes out. My heart is racing uncomfortably. What have I done? I just sit there stuttering...
That is, until he suddenly sits back up and laughs.
What?
Wait, what?
“I'm kidding!" I'm thankful his laughter is a lot quieter than Misha's, but it doesn't mean I welcome it. His laughs calm to a grin. “I've been told time and time again not to make the new kids uncomfortable, but you know...” He trails off with a chuckle. “Wow, I wish I could've seen your face,” His own choice of words catch him off guard, but he brushes them off and returns back to a smile.
I must admit, I was not expecting that. He seems very open about his blindness...
“You... You really had me going there,” That was really quite unnecessary, if I'm honest. He had me thinking I had just seriously offended him, I was ready to jump out of the window through sheer embarrassment. My heart is still thumping away!
Well, at least he has a sense of humour... Granted, probably one of the most inappropriate senses of humour imaginable, but a sense of humour nonetheless. I don't really know what to say, now. Do I ask about the library? He didn't actually say whether or not he uses it, but I daren't ask.
"I am sorry if I guilt tripped you, I just like my humour dark. Let me make it up to you. I do actually visit the library quite often; they have quite an array of Braille literature," Well that settles that. "I'll be heading there after my tea. If you're in no hurry, I can take you there myself." That calming smile graces his lips as he makes his offer.
Great, now I'm stuck.
Although he's made quite a boisterous impression, I can see that he didn't mean it to be malicious. That and I don't think being escorted by such a handsome boy could really be that bad...
It's just I'd like to see the Library sooner, rather than later, to give me time to browse a bit.
>I'm in a hurry
Get directions from Lyle and go alone.
>Accept the escort
Wait with Lyle and let him take you to the Library. [+Lyle]
Please do tell me what you think of this. Story, grammar, spelling, timing, Fragments (consider revising), whatever. Is my paragraphing alright? How about dialogue layout?
This being my first actual attempt at writing, I can imagine a fair few things that I missed on my re-reads and I'm looking to improve. Because I'm scared of being bad at something. Yeah.
Thanks!
tl;dr Lilly's introduction scene re-thought with my mental rendition of Lyle, Lilly's male counterpart.
-----------------------------------
Looking through the empty corridors, I found a door that was ajar. As I got closer, it was obvious it wasn't the Library, but curiosity took hold. I pushed the door open fully and looked in.
Sat there in silence was a solitary figure, sat with his eyes closed and a mug between his hands. A tuft of his wavy, blonde hair dances in the breeze from the window. This is the first time I've seen someone wearing the uniform blazer. It's... Green, to say the least. He turns his head a few degrees towards me and opens his mouth to speak.
“Is that you, Harako? Come on in, pal,” he brings the mug to his smile and takes a tentative sip, waiting a response. “Was wondering where you got to,” I'd better reply, before he gets the wrong idea.
“Oh, umm, sorry, I was looking for the library...”
My voice not being whom he expects seems to take him by surprise, albeit briefly. His eyes open and his eyebrows shoot up, before he changes to a distinctly casual expression. The first thing I notice is his clouded pupils. Is he blind?
My thoughts are confirmed when his head turns, probably through courtesy, towards me. Although his head moves, his eyes continue to stare forward the entire time, giving the whole action a surreal tinge to it... This is something I'll have to get used to at Yamaku, I guess.
He offers an apologetic expression and speaks.
"Ah, terribly sorry! I thought you were someone else!” He chuckles to himself, “That lad's the only person I know who'd make such a hesitant entrance. Can I help you at all? Cup of tea, per chance?”
I must admit, a sit down would be a nice change of pace for today. “If you don't mind, I think that'd be great,”
“Not at all! Take a seat and I'll pop the kettle on,”
He nods in my general direction with a smile and stands up, turning to face a rather cheap-looking kettle plugged into the wall behind him. I feel a little guilty for interrupting him, and even more so as I watch him set up a tea for me. I almost offer to do it myself, but I stop myself before I get a chance to inadvertently patronise him. I watch, fascinated with how he deals with his apparent blindness. He feels around on the desk lightly until his hand touches something, to which he gives a little feel to identify. Spoons, teacups, pots...
The kettle wire...
“Are you new around here? Hate to say it, but I don't recognise your voice." I arch my neck to watch his hands search. Finally, he finds a small glass pot. "Sugar?”
“Umm, two please. Yeah, today's my first day,” He scoops two heaps of the sweet, sweet powder into the cup and reaches for the kettle. “I'm Hisako, by the way. Hisako Nakai.”
He turns around, a fresh cup of tea steaming away in his hands, and laughs lightly. “Ah, introductions, I'm sorry.” He sets the mug down and takes a seat, himself. “Pleasure to meet you, Nakai. I'm Lyle Satou.”
His smile is warm and his posture... perfect. His speech is quite eloquent and refined, with a subtle hint of an English accent. He definitely has an air of class to him, but thankfully he doesn't seem overly pompous. I take my cup and look around the room. There's a selection of various teacups on the counter behind him, surrounded by recently-used spoons and evidence of numerous mopped-up spills. As he takes another sip, it's brought to my attention that he's holding the only mug in the room. Either it's his or he just got here first.
“So, Nakai, what brings you to my little haven? You said something about the library?” I hadn't realised how quiet I was being, but he doesn't seem to mind.
“Yeah, I was hoping to find the library. I was recommended to drop by before the day was over. I don't suppose you could give me directions?" Repressed memories of Misha very loudly recommending that I look for a certain book about Sparkly Vampires forces its way to mind. "And please, you can call me Hisako,”
“In that case, feel free to call me Lyle,” He smiles, but it is soon lost as he puts down his mug and leans back in his chair, turning his head towards the window. The afternoon sun casting quite a dark shadow under his brow. He frowns and brings a hand to his chin.
“Ah the library. Not the most useful place, for me.” My stomach drops and I realise the potential mine I have just trodden on. He strains on his words, visibly trying to maintain a calm composure “...It's not like I can read anything."
His voice is monotone and dull; a complete change from a few seconds ago. I find myself immediately regretting asking. I've just asked a blind guy about books. How stupid could I get?! God, I feel terrible. I open my mouth to apologise, but nothing comes out. My heart is racing uncomfortably. What have I done? I just sit there stuttering...
That is, until he suddenly sits back up and laughs.
What?
Wait, what?
“I'm kidding!" I'm thankful his laughter is a lot quieter than Misha's, but it doesn't mean I welcome it. His laughs calm to a grin. “I've been told time and time again not to make the new kids uncomfortable, but you know...” He trails off with a chuckle. “Wow, I wish I could've seen your face,” His own choice of words catch him off guard, but he brushes them off and returns back to a smile.
I must admit, I was not expecting that. He seems very open about his blindness...
“You... You really had me going there,” That was really quite unnecessary, if I'm honest. He had me thinking I had just seriously offended him, I was ready to jump out of the window through sheer embarrassment. My heart is still thumping away!
Well, at least he has a sense of humour... Granted, probably one of the most inappropriate senses of humour imaginable, but a sense of humour nonetheless. I don't really know what to say, now. Do I ask about the library? He didn't actually say whether or not he uses it, but I daren't ask.
"I am sorry if I guilt tripped you, I just like my humour dark. Let me make it up to you. I do actually visit the library quite often; they have quite an array of Braille literature," Well that settles that. "I'll be heading there after my tea. If you're in no hurry, I can take you there myself." That calming smile graces his lips as he makes his offer.
Great, now I'm stuck.
Although he's made quite a boisterous impression, I can see that he didn't mean it to be malicious. That and I don't think being escorted by such a handsome boy could really be that bad...
It's just I'd like to see the Library sooner, rather than later, to give me time to browse a bit.
>I'm in a hurry
Get directions from Lyle and go alone.
>Accept the escort
Wait with Lyle and let him take you to the Library. [+Lyle]