http://silentbutcrazy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] silentbutcrazy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] sixwordstories2011-05-29 11:43 pm
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[Apartment roof, looking at night sky]

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not unusual for Christian to find himself unable to sleep, but the odd coursing of adrenaline through his body is particularly unsettling. He's feeling a bit reckless, which is why he's ventured up to the roof instead of down to the first floor to take a walk. Without his cane, he stretches his hands in front of him and takes small steps, shuffling with his feet to feel for the edge of the roof where he can sit down and feel the cold night air on his face. When he hears a sound at his right side, he stops dead in his tracks.]

Uh... hello?


OOC: Couldn't resist the novelty of it. Christian's blind, but he's proficient in ASL and does well with tactile sign. He's had a couple of deaf friends, so I thought it'd be worth a try.

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Christian remains totally still for a moment, straining to listen for another noise. When no response comes he assumes it's just the wind. Perhaps the breeze made a noise with something on the roof. He breathes in and extends his hands again, continuing his pursuit towards the edge of the roof. Each step is careful and measured -- he checks and double-checks before taking another. When his hands find the ledge of the roof, he slides his fingers over the concrete and steps right up to it to lean against it, turning his face into the breeze.]


OOC: Excellent! It's been a pretty fun dynamic in the past, so I figure it's worth trying to navigate any hiccups just to see what might come. Besides, she seemed lonely.

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[The footsteps are unmistakable. Christian freezes in place, feeling his blood run cold as they approach him. He turns away from the ledge, facing towards the sound and trying to let his jumping heart settle so that his voice doesn't sound quite so uncertain. His unfocused eyes blink a few times rapidly, then open to reveal two bright blue orbs that settle on a point far beyond her body.]

Someone's definitely there. I hear your footsteps. Hello?

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Instinct told Christian to recoil from the touch, but by the time he had reacted enough to do so he had already begun to realize what was happening. Instead of stepping back, he shuffled just a half-foot forward and extended his other hand out towards the stranger's. The hands were small and cool. He was certain they belonged to a woman, and she had probably been outside for some time. He tipped his head down in thought, then pulled back to sign into the space between the two of them.]

It's O-K. I expected to be alone. Are you deaf?

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
O-K. It's nice to meet you, P-E-N-N-Y. [Christian's face relaxes into an easier smile that crinkles his eyes and makes him look younger and less stoic.] My name's C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N. Am I interrupting? I just came up for fresh air.

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[The compliment takes Christian by surprise. He starts to take back his hands to reply, then stops himself and squeezes Penny's fingers in his own. While his expression does soften, he seems just to get a little shy at this.] Thank you. I hope I'm not bothering you. I've never come up here before. It seems like a nice night, though. Peaceful. I bet it's really clear.

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not unusual for Christian to find himself unable to sleep, but the odd coursing of adrenaline through his body is particularly unsettling. He's feeling a bit reckless, which is why he's ventured up to the roof instead of down to the first floor to take a walk. Without his cane, he stretches his hands in front of him and takes small steps, shuffling with his feet to feel for the edge of the roof where he can sit down and feel the cold night air on his face. When he hears a sound at his right side, he stops dead in his tracks.]

Uh... hello?


OOC: Couldn't resist the novelty of it. Christian's blind, but he's proficient in ASL and does well with tactile sign. He's had a couple of deaf friends, so I thought it'd be worth a try.

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Christian remains totally still for a moment, straining to listen for another noise. When no response comes he assumes it's just the wind. Perhaps the breeze made a noise with something on the roof. He breathes in and extends his hands again, continuing his pursuit towards the edge of the roof. Each step is careful and measured -- he checks and double-checks before taking another. When his hands find the ledge of the roof, he slides his fingers over the concrete and steps right up to it to lean against it, turning his face into the breeze.]


OOC: Excellent! It's been a pretty fun dynamic in the past, so I figure it's worth trying to navigate any hiccups just to see what might come. Besides, she seemed lonely.

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
[The footsteps are unmistakable. Christian freezes in place, feeling his blood run cold as they approach him. He turns away from the ledge, facing towards the sound and trying to let his jumping heart settle so that his voice doesn't sound quite so uncertain. His unfocused eyes blink a few times rapidly, then open to reveal two bright blue orbs that settle on a point far beyond her body.]

Someone's definitely there. I hear your footsteps. Hello?

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Instinct told Christian to recoil from the touch, but by the time he had reacted enough to do so he had already begun to realize what was happening. Instead of stepping back, he shuffled just a half-foot forward and extended his other hand out towards the stranger's. The hands were small and cool. He was certain they belonged to a woman, and she had probably been outside for some time. He tipped his head down in thought, then pulled back to sign into the space between the two of them.]

It's O-K. I expected to be alone. Are you deaf?

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
O-K. It's nice to meet you, P-E-N-N-Y. [Christian's face relaxes into an easier smile that crinkles his eyes and makes him look younger and less stoic.] My name's C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N. Am I interrupting? I just came up for fresh air.

[identity profile] christianbyname.livejournal.com 2011-05-30 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[The compliment takes Christian by surprise. He starts to take back his hands to reply, then stops himself and squeezes Penny's fingers in his own. While his expression does soften, he seems just to get a little shy at this.] Thank you. I hope I'm not bothering you. I've never come up here before. It seems like a nice night, though. Peaceful. I bet it's really clear.