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Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

[[OOC: Bump? ouo;]]

Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

[OOC: Oh noes! DX I never got anything, so I'm guessing it didn't send. o~o]

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(Parenthesis!: DUDE I REPLIED TO THIS DAMNIT >.< I KNOW I DID! ARGH! I was waiting for you to post and everything!!!! Damn it damn it damn it!!!)

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Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

[OOC: Bump! :3]

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(Parenthesis!: Awww!!! When I get home and I can sit down I'll reply how saaad!!! Poor Alaric)

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Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

The word rang through his head like it had been an attack on him, and the brunette hadn't realized that he had twitched when he had heard a word that only brought up years and years of useless therapy. Agoraphobia.

After years he had built his own definition in his head. An anxiety disorder, often precipitated by the fear of having a panic attack in a setting from which there is no easy means of escape. As a result, sufferers of agoraphobia avoid public and/or unfamiliar places, especially large, open, spaces such as shopping malls or airports where there are few 'places to hide'. In severe cases, the sufferer may become confined to his or her home, experiencing difficulty traveling from this "safe place."

He knew the definition, he understood the meaning, he had heard the word so many times that it made him sick. None of the therapists he had ever gone to had understood why he'd developed such a large case of it, and he wasn't going to let them understand. He had been young, but he wasn't stupid. The only way to keep himself from being poked, prodded at, and examined was to stay away from people.

Once their food had arrived, Alaric picked at his bowl of fruit in silence. He pushed the little pieces off to the side, making it seem like he was eating a lot, when he would really only take a strawberry or two and a small piece of watermelon. Citric acid was not the best combination with stomach acid. At the sound of the other male's words, Alaric looked up in a bit of surprise, sort of figuring that there would be silence between them until they went their seperate ways.

Looking down slightly, the brunette found himself rather embarrassed to know that his uncompfortableness has been so obvious. But then again, he couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been so quiet that he was just emitting a feeling of uncompfort. Shaking his head slightly, he tried to crack a forced smile. "Don't worry about it...I should be the one thanking you for being so kind...after all...I...I did sort of stop you pretty abruptly..." he said.

After another few moments had passed, Alaric had downed a few more pieces of fruit, practically forcing himself by the last piece he ate. Once the waitress came to take their dishes, it had reached a point where Alaric had started to let his guard down, to just relax, if only for a moment. It was a mistake he would most likely regret. As the woman reached to take his bowl, her hand bumped into Alaric's, and the simple connection was enough to send the brunette to the back corner of his side of the booth, almost as if he had flown back, knocking over anything in his way, including both of their coffee cups and a few other things that had been placed on the table. His eyes were practically bulging out of his head, and he was surprised his heart hadn't burst out of his chest from the pace it had been going.

It took a moment for Alaric to come back to reality. He realized that all eyes are on him, and whatever he had seen through his contact with the woman, he had completely forgotten at this point. All his mind was focused on now was getting out, before anyone asked any questions. "I...I-I'm..." he stuttered, trying to find his words, "I'm s-sorry...I...I have t-to go..."

Bolting up out of the both, the brunette left the diner as fast as he could. If the elder male decided not to follow him, he could only hope that he would be alright.

[[OOC: 8D I'm so mean to Alaric]]

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I ~~can't~~ completely hate how I don't hate you...

(Parenthesis!: Gah my brain is malfunctioning! I havent written anything yet and i already know it won't be that good! DX Can't wait for your next post!)

Mathew frowned taking minor notice of Alaric's movements away from the woman. He didn't bother to say anything about it though, instead he continued blabbering on until the awkward silence settled once again after Alaric's comment on how he was usually a listener and his simple "I guess thats something we have in common" response. The kid really wasn't a social butterfly, and he felt somewhat guilty for dragging him out here. It almost seemed like he would've been better off if Mathew just let him go after yelling at him. One days worth of his own guilt probably wasn't anything to compare to this young man's discomfort to the world around him. "Agoraphobia.." Mathew thought outloud not realizing the word actually passed his lips. A fear of crowds, people, a place with alot of crowds public... the general idea.

When the food arrived, Alaric's fruit and a chocolate chip muffin (THE BREAKFAST OF REAL MEN) Mathew prodded at his food before cutting it in fours having absolutely no idea that a man was planning on taking his life. Either at the office, at his own home. The anger of the one he fired was channeling through his core, building and building. Time didn't let him think it over, time was just making him more agrivated. Mathew hadn't a clue that his time was running thin. Nope, instead he ate his muffin and suddenly smiled at Alaric. "Thanks for letting me drag you out here... I can tell you're uncomfortable..." He said not sure if it would bring the others self esteem up at all.

(Parenthesis!: AHA! XD v_v;

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Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

A lawyer.

Well now Alaric understood. Whether it was an actual criminal or someone he had fired from a high paying job and caused them to go haywire, it was easy for the brunette to see how someone would want to kill him. Noticing the waitress walking over out of the corner of his eye, he tried as casually as possible to scoot over a bit, creating distance between himself and the woman as she set the two cups of coffee down on the table. As soon as she left, he could relax again. Another encounter unexperienced.

Turning his attention back to the elder male, listening to the explaination of his job. How he was forced into it through family legacy, and how he really wanted a music career. Overall, the elder male seemed like a decent man, and the person who wanted to kill him had more or less just lost it from hearing the news that he was out of a job. "You don't know how right you are..." the brunette thought to himself at the mentioning of firing people being worse than defending someone he didn't know. It was much worse, to the point that it could have literally killed him. The worse part about it was that the man could come back the next day, and Alaric would never know.

At the very thought, the brunette clenched his teeth behind closed lips, trying his hardest to keep a straight face as the other finished with his rambling explanation. He cracked a forced smile, so small that it was almost as if it didn't even exist. "It's alright, really...I'm used to being the listener, not the speaker." How else could he explain it? What he really wanted to say was that it was interesting to piece everything together in his mind, but then how crazy would that sound?

The waitress returned after a moment. Rethinking the situation, knowing that he would probably be forced to order something by the other male anyway, he just asked for a small bowl of fruit, something his stomach could withstand just a few pieces from. The table conversation ended for a moment, and Alaric sat there impatiently silent. Plenty of time had passed so that the elder male would be safe now, right? That meant that he could leave and he would be safe, for today atleast. However, an excuse like that would only get him questioned, and they would be questions that the brunette couldn't answer easilly.

[[OOC: Ack, sorry it sucks and that it took so long. DX I have something for my next post though. 8D
Things are about to get interesting. Hee hee. >w<]]

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Bump!

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I ~~can't~~ completely hate how I don't hate you...

"A video store?" Mathew had to repete after listening quietly to the boy's explenation. He smiled at the awkward apology and shook his head. "You're not a big risk taker? Or a people person..." He smirked faintly. It was... cute? Mathew hadn't actually thought of that word since he first brought home a dog in his pocket, named Pocket, in the second grade... It was a little sad, comparing a human to a dog but it was a happy memory for Mathew. "I like to hear people talk... if you want to ramble, feel free." The dark haired male explained. Alaric reminded him of a rabbit being stalked by a jackal. Something about his dispossition was unsettling and distant from the rest of the world that brough a bitter chill to his soul and caused him to feel dissapointed in society for letting a single being get like that. Of course, it was just a first glance thought. Nothing more.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sudden question. "Hmm.. don't take it the wrong way or anything, but I'm a lawyer." He said after the woman brought two cups of coffee over and left to do something since it seemed as though they boys wern't ready to order. "Family business you could say. My father was a lawyer, his father was a judge, his father before that was a lawyer... kinda just got pushed into this business. Let me tell you something kid, it's a horrible job... as soon as my music career goes off, I'm quitting." The raven haired male beamed with happiness at the thought. "hehe... unfortunately, instead of being put on cases right now I'm babysitting everyone else basically the team my boss, PJ is supposed to be taking care of... but PJ's out of town and he thinks I deserve a promotion... so he basically put me in charge of firing several people... that's gotta be worse then defending people I don't know." He murmured while rubbing the side of his head before suddenly smiling. "Now look who's rambling?"

(Parenthesis!: Sorry!!! XD hope this is okay =3)

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Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

[[Bump! ouo]]

Mikidachan · Number of posts: 155 Registration date: 2008-11-27

Hearing the reassuring words from the elder male, Alaric cooperatively followed to a small diner nearby. He kept a good distance between himself and Mathew as they walked, making sure not to run into anyone else either. He couldn't tell if his behavior was that noticable to the other male, but it was the least of his concerns right now. He could just picture the murderer, sitting in a frustrated, and impatient mood while noticing how late Mathew was to work that day. As far as he knew, Alaric just had to keep the male occupied to a short amount of time, and then he would be safe, simple enough.

Making their way into the diner, Alaric was forced to pick a table as the other male began talking to a familiar face. Picking a more secluded booth, he sat down, waiting for the other to join him before the two fell into silence. Glancing over the menu just to give himself some sort of distraction, Alaric probably wouldn't order anything more than coffee to calm him nerves. He didn't want to risk food in his stomach at the moment, it was too possible for him to throw it up.

Hearing the other male suddenly speak caused the younger male to jump slightly to attention, hearing his questions, though not exactally sure how to answer them. The truth? He had been rushing to avoid people all together. "Well...I wasn't late yet...but I...I thought I would have been if I hadn't hurried..." he answered in a mutter, trying his best not to slip back into his normal, non-social state. The smile on the other male's face helped, but not by much. Alaric just dreaded the questions, fearing they would lead to revealing something else. "Uh...well I....I just work at a video store...it's part time...but it's enough to cover what I need...and it's not like I could get fired over being late once...but I'm not one to take many risks...and sorry...I'm just rambling now..." he stuttered out, finding the entire explination to be rather awkward.

He knew he wasn't in a position to be asking questions himself, but he couldn't help but be curious as to the other male's proffesion. What could he be doing that would make someone want to kill him...? "And...if you don't mind my asking, sir....what buisness are you in?"

[[OOC: It's alright. I didn't give you much to work with in my last post. XD; ]]