It hurt to fall; not the impact, of course, but the sudden shock of cold from the ice rink's floor. Kaine Fischer let out a hiss of excitement as he felt the sensation run up his spine. He hadn't skated since he was twelve, or thirteen, or one of those awkward years. The first steps had been difficu...

Name: Kaine Fischer Gender: Male Age: 18 Grade: 12th School: Bayview Secondary School Hobbies and Interests: Tennis, LSD and other hallucinogens Appearance: Kaine is shorter than his brother, though only by two inches. He stands at 5'10'' and weighs 157 lbs., mostly muscle. These muscles are the re...

Name: Patrick Fischer Gender: Male Age: 18 Grade: 12th School: Bayview Secondary School Hobbies and Interests: Painting, drawing, art club, poetry, listening to old music Appearance: Patrick stands at a normally-intimidating 6 feet tall. However, his lack of muscle and weight of 149 lbs. somewhat d...

The doors to the library opened up to make way for Kaine Fischer. As quickly as he could, he stepped in and looked around. Patrick had to be there-- he always came to the library during free period. Sure enough, Kaine spotted his brother sitting at a table, sketching on a pad of paper. He walked ove...

Patrick waved at Chad when he turned back to look at him. Of course, Patrick had friends-- or, more accurately, people who weren't mean to him-- but it was so shocking for someone to come out and befriend him. Deep inside, Patrick had to wonder if it was some cruel trick-- this cool, weed-smoking ar...

Patrick stared at the money, surprised if anything. Nobody had ever really done anything like this for him, except maybe his brother. Without really thinking, the young artist reached for the forty dollars and took it slowly. He didn't even need a new sketchbook-- he had one at home that he could us...

"Do... do you want to get high with me?" Patrick felt his heart sink but did his best not to show it. He'd had enough disappointment with his brother's acid problem. Now, it seemed he'd just made friend with another junkie. Still, plenty of artists had used drugs for inspiration. But that...

Patrick nodded politely as Chad spoke. His cousin had once taken him to a film festival to see some independant movies. Watching them reminded Patrick of his pictures. Chad's short film reminded Patrick of the time he spent with his cousin. "I just draw," Patrick admitted shyly. "My o...

Oh, of course! This guy probably goes to those crazy parties Kaine's always going to. Makes me sick. "Y-Yeah, Kaine never had a problem talking to people," Patrick answered in what he hoped was a steady tone. "Our therapist t-thinks it's because he's a n-narcicist, but..." Way t...

Patrick shrugged modestly. "Y-Yeah, thanks. I don't really know why I drew it," he muttered The drawing was still easy to make out, if a little smudged. If anything, it was the paper that was ruined. Now that he really got a chance to look at what he had drawn, though, he was surprised; it...

Patrick jumped as soon as he saw movement so close to where he was sitting. He had been so absorbed in his drawing that everything else had drifted away. It was only when he saw soda flying towards his sketchbook that he thought a food court might not be the best place for an artist at work... "...

Smiling, Kaine hugged Kimberly warmly. This was good; a hug meant Kaine was on her good side, and she was easier to sway that way. Of course, he didn't know he was thinking this-- Kaine's manipulations were so subtle that not even he noticed them. Ending the hug, he thought about Kimberly's question...

Kaine chuckled as he closed the door behind Kimberly. His hangover almost got in the way of his thoughts, but Kaine knew how to handle things like this. "How's stuff going with you?" Turning to his girlfriend, Kaine rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Meh. Okay." If having a ...

Kaine sat up from his couch in surprise when he heard the knocking. He had fallen asleep for about a minute-- he hadn't even noticed that he'd closed his eyes. However, the nap was long enough for Kaine to have another one of his dreams. Though, for the life of him, he couldn't remember what it was ...