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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 5:07:56 GMT
❝ In every walk with nature, one receives more than he seeks ❞ "Come on little ones." came the soft voice of a rather upscale dressed, mid-twenties, man with a soft look in his eyes as he crouched over a cluster of roses that had begun to wilt. He opened his left hand and as he did so he lovingly touched the stems consecutively until he had touched each and every wilting rose. It was in a matter of moments before the rose stems grew taller and the color returned to them in a more vibrant hue. The man smiled gingerly and stood erect, his sharp ice colored eyes remaining on the flowers a moment longer before turning away from them with a whispered word of goodbye. He repeated the process several more times with several other wilting flower clusters before stepping fully away from the newly vibrant garden. A genuine smile graced the lips of the man as he stepped away and across the lawn to a rather dismal looking tree.
His soft eyes flashed as be drew nearer the tree and saw the neglect that it had suffered. Whomever had held the position of Groundskeeper, if anyone had, had done a terrible job in upkeep. It was thoroughly distasteful and truly no wonder as why the atmosphere of the asylum was the way that it was. There was no life, no hope given through the beauty of nature. The grounds had fallen into a rather dismal state, fortunately for the grounds, Aleksander had come. He had always had a gift for the regrowth, or resurgence, of plants; there was even the occasional time when he could will the plants to grow into pieces of architecture - though that was for another time. The grounds needed to undergo a resurgence before he would begin to will the plants into pieces of architecture.
He had been gifted with the ability to wield the essence of life and give it to the flora of the world. Even as a little child, he was able to influence the plants to grow stronger and more vividly than they had before; he had even been able to bring back a plant from the cusp of death once. However, he soon discovered - much to his dismay - that he could not bring plants back from death at all. Once they had died, they could not be brought back. That was a bit of a let down, but he took his gift for what it was; a gift. He could not stave death once it had hold, but he could prevent it if the plant was on the edge of death. So, he had and for many years following nurtured and gifted his families garden with the essence of life - resurgence. It was through his gift that he discovered that his mother and father, too, held the same gift as him. His eldest brother did not receive the gift of Resurgence, but his younger brother received a gift much darker than their own.
A shadow fell across his face as he thought of his brother Dixon, a being of hatred and death. He wielded the essence of death itself, Siphoning. He could draw out the essence of life from beings around him; nothing was safe from the youngest of the Hale's. So, the family had sought to disown the youngest and the moment he was of age, he was dismissed from the family and wiped from the family tree - there was no Dixon Hale, according to his mother and father. However, Aleksander could not forget his youngest brother, try as he might. He was death incarnate, the counter to Resurgence. He was a threat that the Hale's had fled - their greatest shame.
❝ Nature is one of our greatest teachers ❞
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Post by Atticus Douglas Parker on Jun 16, 2016 5:22:29 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] If you love me let me go ‘Cause these words are knives and often leave scars.
The sun was shining and Atticus was finally able to get out of bed. He missed Drake painfully, but there wasn’t anything he could do. His man was out of the hellhole that brought them together, and Atticus couldn’t blame him for wanting to cut all ties with Monroeville. He ran his fingers through his hair and knew that if they had been in the outside world, there was a chance that he never would have even met Drake. He never would have known his first love if not for the asylum, but now him being trapped there was a reason they couldn’t be together anymore. Atticus walked out to the grounds, hoping to find some relief from how bored he was without Drake there. He could find his BonBon, but he didn’t want to bother her with too much of what was going on. She knew that he was heartbroken, but he swore to her that he was going to be okay. Played it off with some joke and a smirk. It was what was expected from him and what he tried to deliver to the good people at Crazy Town, Louisiana.
At least the sunshine felt good on his face. Better than when the medication would keep him numb. It was one of the reasons why he cheeked so much of it. He didn’t need medication, not really. He just had an ability that no one could trust. He was sure that if he spent years practicing he wouldn’t jump into people as often as he did, but no one wanted to teach him. They just taught him how to shut down. How to take his ability and hide it from himself and the world. He managed his way to the gardens and looked around at some of the trees and the flourishing plants. Sitting on one of the rocks towards the center of the garden, Atticus pulled his knees to his chest and looked around, hoping to spot someone lurking to get him out of his own brain. He was the type of guy who always enjoyed being around people, being around the life of the party and enjoying things, but he couldn’t figure out what to do with himself.
He looked over behind some of the trees and spotted the groundskeeper whispering to some of the plants. He knew that the people who worked there typically had some skills. The headshrinkers who could take away bad feelings, the security who could block abilities, there was always something for someone to be able to do. “You doing okay over there, friend?” He asked with a slight shout so the groundskeeper knew that he was talking to him. “I mean if you’re growing some of the good shit then I would be more than happy to help with the harvesting.” He joked, knowing that his mouth would get him in trouble one day.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 6:10:31 GMT
❝ In every walk with nature, one receives more than he seeks ❞ Soft eyes turned in the direction of the voice calling to him, taking a few moments to find the origin of the voice. Ah, so a patient had finally come out into the newly risen grounds. That was good. Now, he would be able to tell if his work had the intended effect on the mentality of the patients within the asylum. He, himself, had chosen to volunteer in his spare time to tend to the grounds that had been long overdue for repair and resurgence. It was a decision that he had not come to regret as of yet, because the grounds provided a sense of peace and isolation that his power thrived in. It, in turn, brought him joy and positivity which fueled his ability to itsnpeak performance. It was not often that he felt that peace, so he would take it where he could get it. The betrayal of Dixon had left its mark on the rest of the Hale family, they often had trouble finding peace and joy as of late. So, Aleksander had chosen to leave and volunteer at the Asylum; having discovered the shape that the grounds were in, in passing.
The boys words were met with the type of smile that was infectious, a genuine and true smile - one of true caring and kindness. Pearly white teeth flashed, even from the distance the two bad between them and he responded with an equally powerful shout that still managed to retain his soft tone of voice "Unfortunately, I am not allowed to influence the growth of the plant that you seek. I am limited solely to those that improve the aesthetic of the grounds!"
It was rather quiet on the grounds, so the Groundskeeper did not have to fully shout to answer the boy. Well, boy was a strong word. He was likely in his early twenties, being a volunteer; he didn't get to know a great many of the patients unless they were out on the grounds. He had been forbidden from the upper floors until his probationary period of volunteering was over - at which point, if he so chose, he would be able to take the position fully. That was a ways of though, so he would have to settle for the occasional interaction with human beings, or the much more frequent interaction with his plants. He didn't mind either of them, they both seemed viable options. But, he had to admit that human interaction held much more dialogue. In any event, a patient of the Asylum had come out and was now speaking to him, so he would do the same. He gently tapped the tree and whispered a soft encouragement before stepping away and heading towards the patient.
He wasn't quite sure if he was allowed to speak with them or not, but so far, no one had stopped him before. So, he took it to mean that it was okay so long as he didn't provoke or encourage them. The staff wouldn't have to worry about that though, Aleksander was a good sort. He'd give the shirt off his back if someone asked for it, though at first glance it would not appear as such. He seemed preppy and a prude, but beneath that he was a genuine guy - good and kind. As he neared the younger man, he held out his hand in greeting with the smile still sitting naturally on his face "Aleksander Hale." he introduced himself.
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Post by Atticus Douglas Parker on Jun 21, 2016 6:21:09 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Alice"] If you love me let me go ‘Cause these words are knives and often leave scars.
Atticus had been in Monroeville for years. He had been put on medication, he had been locked away, and nothing was able to help with his abilities. He still jumped into people on occasion, and he was typically punished severely for it. He was punished because he couldn’t help how he was born, and he was tortured in this place for it. He ran his fingers through his hair, remembering that the last good thing to happen to him in Monroeville was released and free to go. Best to just keep away from the things that reminded him of Drake. The garden seemed like a reasonable place to go, and he had to admit that the groundskeeper was nice to look at. He was a flirty person, by nature. He was someone who loved to be around energy and people and watching people smile because of him was the best. Watching someone’s eyes light up because he was insisting that the person covered in self-inflicted burns was beautiful, wasn’t because he was a nice guy, it was because he saw beauty in all things and was attracted to that beauty more than gender.
He grinned when the groundskeeper admitted that he couldn’t influence the growth of any weed, but he figured as much. It would be a pain to try to dry any of it out in the Monroeville kitchens, and after the last time, they didn’t allow Atticus to have kitchen duty. “I guess flowers and shit are okay too.” He teased, pulling his knees to his chest and watched the way that the groundskeeper walked and moved. His voice was soft, and his movements were gentle. He seemed like a gentle soul and someone who could calm people with his presence.
“Atticus Parker, pleased to meet you.” He looked over at the lush green plants and flowers that Aleksander was bringing to life. “You’ve got a nice thing going around here.” He knew that Bonnie liked being in the gardens for her painting, but it was more often than not lately that she was getting thrown into lockdown. He was so proud of his little hellion.
“What sort of things do you grow out here?”
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