closer to the edge {izuru}

[tabor william rotem]

The Commons weren't filled with people like it usually was. It was a nice day out, and a lot of people already had things like therapy scheduled at this time. There were a few people scattered here and there, quietly watching TV, or talking with their friends about simple, almost mindless stuff. However, the most silent of all activities was done by only one person as of right now, in the corner, legs folded underneath him and to the side. It wasn't a big shocker that Tabor William Rotem was reading, once again.

It almost always seemed like this kid had his nose in a book, yet for some reason, it seemed to take him forever to get through it. Maybe that was because he had to read each page three times? Or perhaps it was because he forced himself to slow down so that it took him exactly three days to finish the whole thing? Oh yes, that might be it. Unlike everyone else, due to his mental illness of the ever present OCD, Tabor was compelled to do things in threes. If he didn't it made him certain that he would lose someone he truly cared about. He had long since realized those thoughts were irrational, and that was why he was ashamed every time he kept doing it. It was almost as bad as a grown adult still convinced that if they didn't have someone older check the closet and under their bed, they would be attacked by a monster in the night.

Tabor's outfit hadn't changed to much from yesterday. He wore a black tank top with dark purple writing on it in an unknown language, a hoody that was way too big for him, with black and purple stripes across it. He wore deep purple skinny jeans that looked like they were made for females, and not males. His socks only went to his ankles and were pitch black, and lastly his arms were covered with arm warmers, a bit of purple peeking through where they were tied in a corest like fashion. It was obvious that this look was considered 'scene', and quite honestly, Tabor couldn't care less.

He closed the book for a moment, looking up at the clock. This was the third time he's done that exact thing in three minutes, though there was no obvious need for it. He frowned slightly, as if noticing that his behavior was strange, before he shifted in his seat and pulled the book open, his face close enough to the pages to smell their odd scent of ink and musk.

He heard the door to the Commons click open, and he looked up, a questioning look on his face. He had hardly met people here, because his first years were spent simply trying to get over his cutting, and he had been isolated just in case anything had set him off again. Now that they were tackling his OCD, he was able to go around and meet people, and honestly, he couldn't be any more excited about it. He was social, though awkward at that, which was why he didn't have a lot of friends, and most of the reason why he missed his grandma so much, who was unknowingly the reason for his OCD, as she had died on the third day of the third month, when he was fourteen.

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this post was made for izuru and it's a lovely 566 words long. the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.

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[izuru eiki kiro]

Previously the brunette boy had been outside reading a new book he had newly started. But the outside area was beginning to become crowded with other students. As much as Izuru like the feeling of the nice day today he deiced to go inside. The other peoples loud conversations and reading just didn’t mix. Plus alot of people had deiced to migrate to one area of the small courtyard were there was shade. Izuru was sitting under that said tree so he was beginning to feel uncomfortable so, thus the second reason why he got up with his stuff and went inside. " excuse" he said on his way past some people who were blocking the door. Looking back outside through the window the shy boy let go a small sigh of despair. He loved being outside but he hated being around a large group of people that he didn’t know very well.

After adjusting his bag strap on his shoulder he made his way to the commons seating area hoping that it would quieter there. When he arrived at the door he could see threw the window that there only a few people scattered around the room. This eased the brunettes worries slightly as he pushed the door open and entered. As he did so a person that was watching the tv got and pushed by him to go outside. Izuru looked to the person briefly and then forward again so, he could figure out were he was going to sit in the large room.

After scanning the room a couple times he a very cute boy sitting alone in the corner. The shy boy smile briefly at this as he saw the boys book. Seeing they seemed to have something in common Izuru deiced to go over and try to talk the boy. In his mind he hoped that the wasn’t mean or nasty to him when he said hi to him. The other boy was lucky he was cute because it gave the small framed blond some courage to talk to him. Please be as you look the blond told him self as he walked over to the boys corner of the room. Stopping in front of the boy he sat across from him and his bag in his lap.

Zu then bit his lip slightly trying to think of a way to go about greeting the boy without sounding rude. For couples Zu found himself starting at the boys incredibly shiny hair. Izuru stop it he’s going think your a weird stalker or something worse. He told himself as he shook his head lightly and then looked back up at the boy. Taking a small breathe he tighten his grip on his bag before speaking to the boy. " Um hello uh what cha reading?.." the brunette asked shyly before wondering if he should introduce himself. Zu Zu thought about it for a couple moment and wondered if that would overwhelm the boy and scare. He didn’t want to scare the boy away and look like a moron. That would certainly make he feel bad about himself for most of the day. " I’m uh Izuru ... what’s your uh name.." he added in the same shy tone hoping he was making the right decision.

[tabor william rotem]

Tabor watched as the person who just walked in came toward him. He blinked, wondering if it was just to sit across him, or if he would actually talk. He didn't want to seem awkward to this person like he did to everyone else, but his pattern of speech was always just so off, that people usually noticed that first. It would be nice if he could make friend quickly, so he shouldn't ruin it with this other male. If he couldn't keep from sounding awkward once, he probably couldn't pull it off any other time.

"Reading?" he questioned. He muttered the word two times agian, under his breath as if he didn't understand. "Oh! I uhm..... It's Lord of the Flies. I've read it three times....." he said, angling the book as if to flash the other boy the book cover, so he could see it was most deffinetly Lord of the Flies. Perhaps he worded that wrong, though. He hadn't read it three times, exactly, as he was still in the process of reading it for the third time. He bit his lip, the piercing there making a sharp sound as it hit his teeth. He didn't care though. In fact, he did it two other times. He noticed a long time ago that his OCD was more obvious when he was nervous. He was nervous now, meeting this kid.

Izuru? So he was some sort of Asian, correct? Tabor had gone through an obsession with anime when his grandmother was still alive, and still watched it from time to time, gushing over the cuteness of the art, and even slipping in the hornorifics of -chan and -kun. Of course, that was all in the safety of his dorm room, where he was pretty much just himself, instead of the shy, awkward kid reading a book in the corner.

"My name...... name..... name..... Sorry. My name is Tabor Rotem. Uhm..... age Eighteen, Year Four...... Moderate Risk..... in Rosedale for..... Obessive Compulsive Disorder and.... cutting." he muttered, the pattern of speech totally out of wack. He was reciting something you would tell a teacher if they were to ask, or one of the workers here when you needed to ask a question about something. It was obvious he was used to it. "Sorry. It's a..... habit." he said, passing a smile to Izuru, though it was obvious that he was embarassed for prattling all of that off.

He shifted in his seat, currently looking down at his lap, a small blush on his face. Why did he have to be so stupid as to list what the hell was wrong with him? It was bad enough he was so awkward, but now Izuru knew that he was fucked up in the head. Obviously he had something wrong with him, otherwise he wouldn't be here in Rosedale. But it wasn't like Izuru had to know the exact reason for his being here. "I'm really sorry. If you don't want to talk to me I understand." he said.

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this post was made for izuru and it's a lovely 566 words long. the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.

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[izuru eiki kiro]

Izuru wondered why the boy repeated his question back to him but, he didn’t bother asking. Usually when people said something like that it was in a mean and sarcastic way. But, Izu didn’t get the feeling this boy was like that. As he thought of that the boy finally told him the name of the book he was reading was lord of the flies. Shortly after he told Izu that he had read it a total of three times. ' Um Cool... Is it um good ive been uh looking for a new book to read." The lighter haired boy with a small shy smile spread across his cheeks. Izuru found himself reading more and more lately to get his mind off things. He found it to be a calmly exercise because you could go off into another world for hours on end. As long as another person didn’t come and interrupt you. Thus , why the blond never read in his room when his roommate was in their awake. His roommate thought he was stupid for clinging to book because they wasn’t any use o you in his eyes. But , for Izuru they were a way to keep his stress down for a little while so, he wouldn’t be tempted to find something to cut with.

Shortly after the boy started out what his name was to Izuru. Followed by his age and why he was her at this school. Izuru liked that the sounded shy like him because he knew the boy would probably not make fun of him for it. In the pass some kids had given him crap for not speaking English right and told him to stop using um's and uh's. Izuru ignored them to some extent because he knew he could stop doing that once in a while when he spoke in English. When he spoke in Japanese he never used one um or uh for some reason he couldn’t put his finger on. " Nice to uh meet you tabor" the blond started before adjusting his seating position slightly. " Im uh Izuru Kiro you may ........ uh call me Izuru.... im uh seventeen and im here for ................cutting issues." The got out in a hesitate tone about speaking of why he was here.

After speaking the dark eyed boy bit his lips slightly and hugged his bag a little closer. The dark haired boy that apologized to him for some reason. izuru thought about it for some a couple and tried to figure out what it could be. " Its alright.. im uh....well yeah don’t worry about it. " Zu said with a returned shy smile even though he never really finished his sentence. Because he didn’t know if the boy was apologizing for saying all that intro stuff or the way he spoke.

Izuru looked at the boy in innocent and curios way with his eye brow raised at the boys next words. The boy had said that he would understand if he didn’t want to talk to him anymore. Izuru was confused to why the cute would think such a thing. Keeping silent Izu went into his bag and pulled out a Juice box. " Of course i uh still want to talk to you.. .... um here have a uh juice box.." He told boy hopefully while hoping he would take the juice box and enjoy it. In his head the brunette was also hoping that he was going to make a knew friend.