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Dec 27, 2016 11:28AM

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Nickname: Whit
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay ~ Open
Handedness: Left
Social Class: Middle
School: High School
Grade: 10th
Occupation: None
Illness/Genetic Disease:* Deaf
General Appearance

http://s2.favim.com/orig/150922/attra...
Hair: Dark Brown dyed White
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Caucasian
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 120lbs
Body Type: Lean
Markings: Freckles
Piercings: One lip; one in each ear
Relatives
* Father: Nicholas Franklin Parson (35) https://qph.ec.quoracdn.net/main-qimg...
* Mother: Diana Wendy Jones-Parson (33) http://s2.favim.com/610/151006/amazin...
* Sister: Charlotte Noel Parson (2 1/2) https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...

[ Name ] Elliot Sol Brown
[ Nickname ] El and Eli
[ Age ] 16
[ Gender ] Male
[ Sexuality ] Gay — Very Open
[ Handness ] Right
[ Social Class ] High [ sorta ]
[ School ] High School
[ Grade ] 10th
[ Occupation ] none
[ Illness/Genetic Disease ] Mute
[ General Appearance ]
[ Hair ] Blonde
[ Eyes ] Clear Icy Blue
[ Skin ] Tan
[ Height ] 5' 9"
[ Weight ] 123 lbs
[ Body Type ] Athletic
[ Markings ] none
[ Piercings/Tattoos ] only his ears are pierced
[ Family ]
[ Father ] Victor Brown [ 45 ] http://www.mens-hairstyle.com/wp-cont...
[ Mother ] unknown, out of the picture
[ Brother ] Dexter Brown [ 21 ] http://efe90de53cce77698673-347083a78...
[ Brother ] Fred Brown [ 11 ] http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lns...
[[ I'm sorry, I would have had this up sooner, but my brother deleted the character before I could post it ]]

The woman looked up and smiled at him, glancing to the side as someone else came in. "Hi, Elliot. Late again?" she asked him in passing but didn't wait for an answer. She looked at Whitley again and stood up. "Okay. Come with me and we can get your schedule then get you to class before it's too late," she told him and gestured for him to follow.
Whitley just stood there though, not moving, sure he looked like an idiot. He could only pick out a couple words upon attempting to read her lips and those were words like "me" and "with". He glanced around, blushing lightly, feeling like a fool. "Uh, ma'am," he called, trying to not be too loud but he clearly couldn't tell too well. "I'm deaf. I cannot understand what you're saying. I'm sorry," he explained then apologized, feeling like he was obligated to. Because clearly, it was his fault he couldn't hear.

I can help with this kid, I know sign language, just tell me what you need to tell him and I can translate it back to him

Whitley looked over at the other boy who had come in after him and watched him write something down on a piece of paper and show the woman. He wondered if something was wrong with him. No, not wrong. Whit had learned that being handicapped or disabled did not mean something was wrong with you. So he had more sympathy for others like him. He watched them and sighed softly, hoping that someone was going to help him.



Ethan decided to stay where he was until he was needed, he messed around with his backpack straps and soon started playing around with a piece of paper on the woman's desk, his arm accidentally hit the woman's pencil holder and it fell onto the ground with a loud thud, while the pencils and pens all clattered on the hard linoleum floor. Ethan mentally cursed himself and dropped onto all fours, he began to pick up the pencils and pens before the woman and Whitley came back, he didn't want to get into trouble for touching something that wasn't his.

Xavier moved out of the way as the woman gestured for him to follow and he did as he was bade. He followed her back front, golfing the paper in his hands. Xavier looked to the side and saw that the boy, Elliot, had captured the woman's attention. He appeared to be cleaning up what seemed to be a mass evacuation of pens and pencils from a cup he guessed had been on the desk.
The woman sighed as she saw Elliot and she bent down to help him. "I need you to take Xavier to Ms. Gardners. He has Algebra II. I'll right you an excuse note for being tardy," she told him and then stood, grabbing a stray piece of paper and writing a quick note for him. "You better help him today. Don't leave him hanging," she said to his, giving him a stern look.


Elliot only blushed sheepishly and nodded at the woman, he turned to Whitley and smiled softly, "I'll take you too your first class since I have it too," Elliot signed as he took the note from the woman and stood up straight after he finished helping her pick up the pens and pencils. He then came closer to Whitley, he smiled again, he didn't like smiling so much, it hurt his face, but he didn't want to see rude and so he didn't stop.

Whitley nodded, sucking in his bottom lip and hooking his thumbs in his backpack's straps. He looked to woman and signed the shorthand for 'Thank you'. Whit wasn't sure if she knew what he saying but he smiled lightly at her before looking back at Elliot. "Lets go," Whit signed quickly to Elliot and ruffled a hand through his hair before returning his hand to the strap. He hated that he couldn't talk to anyone at the school. Yeah, he could talk to Elliot but how was he supposed to know if he thought he was a weirdo or something and didn't want to talk to him more than necessary? Whit would love to hear himself but as far as he could remember, he never had heard it. He had been deaf since he was a little boy, the victim of an attack at the university his mother had been attending when he was young, very young. The classroom he had been in with his mother had been bombed and Whitley's eardrums had been destroyed after which he could no longer hear.

Elliot nodded and looked at Whitley, "Follow me, I have Algebra II as well," Elliot sighed as he did a two finger salute to the woman and then motioned for Whitley to follow him, oh how wonderful it would be if he could just talk normally to people, but his father had said that he'd never be able to speak because they couldn't do vocal chord transplants. Elliot sighed softly, that was the thing, Elliot could do anything else, he could grunt, groan, moan, sigh, hmpf, and make many other noises that didn't involve voice and that bothered Elliot terribly. He began walking towards the doorway of the office, wanting to and needing to get out of there quickly.

Whitley nodded and followed Elliot out of the office and into the halls of the school, trailing closely behind him as he went to what he guessed what Algebra II. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and let his eyes wander around and about the school's halls as they walked. They were a typical white with all kinds of posters and signs hanging up. Whitley hoped that here, despite his deafness, he would be able to make friends with people who didn't look at him with constant sympathy. He and his mom had moved to another state to escape it all. No one seemed to ever look at him with a happy face his whole life, or at least since he lost his hearing. It drove him insane and they moved hoping to get a fresh start.

Elliot felt like it was his fault he couldn't talk to anyone, he felt like he was in fault that his vocal chords didn't grow in properly, he sighed and stuffed his hands into his front jean pockets as he walked in front of Whitley. Very few people said hello to Elliot as he passed them, and few waved at the new kid, a smile on their faces, people knew that if anyone hanged with Elliot it normally meant that kid was special too, and not the kind people made fun of, the kind that people found cool and amazing. The kids at the school were very welcoming despite the other schools around town, they were all used to new kids like Whitley coming in and then leaving because some jerk decided it was good to ruin the kids lives, Elliot was going to make sure Whitley was protected, either by him or his very few friends that he had.

Whitley smiled faintly at those who greeted him upon passing. Oh, how he longed to hear their voices. "Elliot," he said softly to gain his attention. Once he had his attention, he began to sign. "Would you mind if I sat with you in class? Since I don't know anyone else and ya know," he paused to gesture at his ears in reminder of his handicap, "I can't really hear the teacher." Whitley finished signing, a sheepish expression making it's way to his face as he looked over at the other teen. Whit didn't want to just walk in blind and be stuck with someone who more than likely couldn't sign and wasn't much help to him. What Whit hated most about deaf was that he was completely dependent on other people in school. He couldn't listen to lectures and take notes as they spoke, he could only write down what was already written down for him on the board.

Elliot turned when he heard his name being said, he watched Whitley sign and smiled softly, he nodded, "Of course you can, I have a friend named Jessie, she's learning sign language, she sits at my table, so she can help you as well if I'm never here," Elliot said with a small smile as he turned forward and saw the classroom becoming closer and closer.

Whitley nodded and raised his hands to sign again but dropped them when Elliot turned back around. "Okay, thank you," he said out loud. He bit his lip hard as he realized the were approaching the class room. Whit knew they would be walking in in the middle of class so he could imagine that everyone who stare at them at least for a little bit. He understood the feeling when a new kid walked into class, especially someone like him. Whitley took a deep breath. He wondered if the silence was just a deafening when you walked in during class like that for someone who could hear. He reached up and tugged at his earlobe, a bad habit he had acquired as a panicked young child that was not yet accustomed to not being able to hear. He pulled as if it would help him hear but all it did was turn his left earlobe a bright red and he forced himself to stop before he started freaking out like he always did.

Elliot felt an odd tingling sensation when they approached the closed classroom door, he sighed softly and reached out to grab the door knob, but before he did the door opened and a student walked out with a sickening look on his face. Elliot frowned at the kid and watched as the kid disappeared around the corner, he shrugged and motioned for Whitley to follow him inside, to which everyone in the classroom turned and watched them. Elliot ignored the stares and walked up to the Teacher with a straight face.

Ms. Gardner looked up as the two teens walked into her class. She knew that Elliot was late but she didn't know the other young man, so she assumed that he was new. The only assumption that she could make. "Good morning, boys. Elliot do you have an excuse note?" she asked in reference to his tardiness. Ms. Gardner then looked over at Whitley. "Hi. What is your name?" she asked him but was confused when he never answered her. Then it clicked. If this young man was with Elliot, he was probably like him in the sense of a handicap. Good morning, she signed. Ms. Gardner was the only teacher who had made any effort to make things easier on Elliot when he arrived by learning to sign. At that moment, she hoped this new kid knew it also. I'm Ms. Gardner. What is your name?, she asked him.


Ms. Gardner nodded and she wrote his name down in her attendance boom before telling him to sit in the seat next to Elliot's one that had always been empty.
Whit sat where he was directed and placed his backpack on the ground beside his seat. He sighed softly as Me. Gardner began to teach again but since he couldn't hear, he just copied down what was on the board and hoped that he would understand it all later when he had to review it for homework. Because there was always homework in any math class.






Maybe the two are just hanging out sand it's just kinda mundane. My character is going to be very touchy-feely with yours even now.))


