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Stairs. Stairs were rather nice. He supposed. The stairs here at Somnium were quite nice, he wondered what era they were. Lysander knew that the school had not been around quite as long as some other ones out there, but that didn't mean that the stairs weren't at least designed with some homage to some style of antiquity. A thought slipped into his mind. Warum bin ich denke an Treppen? Why am I thinking of stairs? Lysander was unsure, but perhaps that spoke to just how bored the rather intimidating looking german boy in the oversized black and grey striped zip up wool hoodie, tight, rather worn blue jeans, and flip flops was at that particular moment. He was sitting on a small landing, bathed in the multicoloured light of the stained glass window, and watching the colours as they moved gradually on the floor.

His legs were crossed, and the earbuds that were firmly screwed into his ears due to a malformed cavity trailed into the front pocket of his sweater. He wasn't listening to music though. His battery had run out a little while earlier and he was just using the earpieces as a way to avoid talking to people. Self-sabotaging, he knew, but the fact of the matter was that in this world at least Lysander Katja was incredibly, painfully shy. As a merrow in the Dream World he was a very social creature, talking to anyone who might cross his path, and making a couple friends while he was at it. However, in the real world the language barrier, stylistic choices that Lysander wasn't going to change, and a natural affinity for sitting at the back of the class hindered his making of friends. Year twelve now and he was still alone for the most part. How pathetic was that?

Beside him there was a pad of paper, which he would write on whenever something struck his fancy. Nothing much just yet, mostly random thoughts, the occasional doodles. Lysander wasn't nearly anal-retentive enough to draw perfect figures or shapes, but he did draw a decent picture when he want to. A shame that his muse wasn't there today. He wondered what might be able to jump start it once more.

[Odolina Benjamin-Elmore]

She wasn’t looking where she was going. All that was in her mind was getting out. Get out. Get out. Get out. Benji couldn’t help it. She was just having one of those moments. The walls were closing in and she felt tense and generally upset. The only way to make her feel better was to get out of the building, out into the open air.

Her stomach twisted and she had the sensation of freefalling, and all because someone’s hand brushed accidently against her chest in the Dinning Hall when passing a paper to someone else. At least, that’s how it started. She tensed and then her chest started to get tight. But Benji tried, she tried to just sit there and get through it. Just sit there calm herself. She couldn’t be like this forever, after all.

But she bolted. Well, not so literally. She got up and walked away, saying she had homework to do. But as the doors of the Dinning Hall closed behind her, her legs started to speed up without her permission. Before she knew it she was running.

And then Benji was stumbling. She had collided with something on the landing, and was now skidding across the marble floor. When she stopped, a soft groan escaped her lips. It was startling and slightly painful, but it shocked her out of her panic. Chiding herself for not paying attention, she looked around to see what she ran into.

Another groan slipped from her mouth as she realized that it was a fellow student. Feeling like a complete idiot, she picked herself up (noting that she’d had quite a few bruises later) and quickly moved to the boy to see if he was alright.

”I’m so sorry. I’m so very very sorry. I should have been paying attention. Are you alright? Do you need me to get the nurse?"

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Lysander had been content to sit on the landing, the fact that someone could come barelling into him not even crossing his mind, because Lysander had been of the opinion that he was against the wall. Therefore it seemed reasonable to him that he was far enough away that people would have a vast amount of stair to move along and avoid hitting him altogether. He'd thought. Apparently this wasn't the case, because Lysander was entirely taken by surprise and then mowed down by somebody much smaller, but evidently moving at quite a fast rate.

"AGH! Was ist passiert? Was auch immer es WS ich haben es nicht getan! Ich bin kein Skinhead!" Loosely translater, it was the equivalent of WHAT'S HAPPENING, WHATEVER IT WAS I DIDN'T DO IT! I'M NOT A SKINHEAD! He held his head for a moment and then blinked looking up. And incredibly embarassed expression spread across Lysander's face. His eyes bulged a little and he moved back a little. "I...I am sorry about...that. I was just a little startled."

How about that, he apologised well, and it appeared that his english was coming, but he still had a very thick accent. he looked down at the girl and wrinkled his nose a little bit. His brow was creased with worry, and then she started asking him if he was okay, and it softened a little. "Nein...no. I'm alright? Are you? I mean...that fall looked like it hurt."

[Odolina Benjamin-Elmore]

It took her by surprise when the boy, who was a lot larger than her, began to speak in what she knew as German. Her German was a bit rusty, but having lived there for almost a year, she was able to pick up something that sounded oddly enough like ’I am not a skinhead.’ Benji had half the mind to respond in German, but realized that she would probably sound like an idiot, so she kept her mouth shut.

“Nein...no. I'm alright? Are you? I mean...that fall looked like it hurt.”

”Umm… I think I’m alright?” Benji really hadn’t taken the time to inspect herself. Normally, she would have just laid there until she figured out her own damage. But that normally usually involved running into objects, not German boys. As soon as it had registered that a human life was probably endangered (as though five feet and six inches of skin and bone can do damage to a healthy teenager of six feet something) she began to be more concern about him than herself.

Once she took the time to feel any pain that she could have from the fall, she realized that her left elbow stung. ”Hmm… I guess not,” she said lightly holding up her elbow. It was bleeding slightly and looked like it was already starting to bruise. ”I think that and a few bruises. But I’m generally fine. How’s your head?”

Looking up at him she tried to see if he had any noticeable damage. Guilt strangled her stomach. She really should have been watching where she was going. But Benji figured that if she kept near the wall she would run head into someone climbing the stairs. But no, she tripped herself over someone sitting by the wall instead. ”I’m really, truly sorry. Is there anything I could do for you?”

She paused, wondering if she should ask. Of course, curiosity won over. ”Why would anyone think you were a skinhead?”

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A myriad of thoughts were racing through Lysander's mind. The girl didn't look insanely hurt, and if she was asking about whether or not he was in pain, that meant she must have the capacity to run for a nurse or something. That meant that nothing was broken. Ohgod, what if she didn't know she was hurt. What if, by buming into the ground she somehow formed a bloodclot somewhere, and then it traveled through her system until it reached her brain and then...What if she was a hemophiliac? What if she bruised bone. She'd been coming awful fast. Why was she going so fast anyway? Lysander didn't know. He bit his lip. Okay. Focus Lysander. It can't be nearly as bad as he was imagining, so he let out a deep breath and tried to smile a little at the girl.

"My head is a little shaken, I may have a headache later, but it is no worse for wear." he said honestly, nodding to her a little as he stood up and moved over to help her...Scheiße! She was hurt...Bleeding. Damn it all. "You are bleeding...I am very very sorry." He looked down at her nervously, it didn't look bad, but Lysander couldn't be sure. It seemed to rule out his fleeting thoughts of hemophilia though. Das war gut.

The girl's concern was sweet, Lysander thought, and he smiled a little bit more, the sight of blood having made his expression of vague mirth fade before. "You do not need to worry about me, I am absolutely fine."

And then came the skinhead question. It appeared she caught it, and apparently she spoke a small amount of German as well. He shrugged vaguely. "I am German, I have a deep voice, tend to shout when it is unnecessary, and my language sounds inherently angry when I speak it."

[Odolina Benjamin-Elmore]

"You do not need to worry about me, I am absolutely fine."

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”You sure?”Benji looked up at him and then laughed slightly. ”I guess you would be find. I don’t think I could do you much damage, could I?”

She rubbed her arm slightly, trying to not think of the sting. Wondering briefly if she’ll feel more bruises later, she listened to the reason why he thought people assumed he was a skinhead. Her eyebrow quirked upward and then tried not to laugh. ”I don’t think people run around thinking that all Germans are skinheads. At least, I don’t. And if people do than that’s their own problem. You shouldn’t worry so much.”

Benji’s smile was crooked, slightly amused by his assumption. And then she remembered that she hadn’t even introduced herself yet. ”Oh! How rude of me! First I collide into you and then I don’t give you my name. I’m Odolina, but most people call me Benji. And… I don’t think the German language sounds angry. It has it’s own rhythm making it actually pretty musical. I mean, not as musical as say, Vietnamese which is tonal in nature, but musical nonetheless.”[/blockquote]

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The girl seemed very friendly, which was rather nice to see. Most people wouldn't go out of their way to chat up a person they'd just barelled into at random, and then got hurt. He smiled a little at her and shrugged a little as she spoke a little more. A thought struck Lysander just then. Man, was this girl ever tiny. She had to be in nineth, maybe tenth year. That was what he thought at least. "Not particularly, but I bet that you could probably get some decent strikes in in a fight." he mused. She was a wirey little creature, he had to think.

Her words were nice, but not necessarily true. "Maybe I have run into some less than pleasant people then, because I have actually got quite a bit of that..." Granted, he did now have a flat in a part of London that had been horribly bombed in the Blitzkreig. Damn... "Thank you, though."

He raised an eyebrow a little. Odolina? What an interesting name. "Why are you called Benji? It does not sound like a diminuitive of Odi..Odolina." It took a second to pronounce the name. He chuckled a little. "In my experience, in Germany, even the butterfly is afraid of its name. In Italian, it's farfalla, and in French, papillon. What do we get? Schmetterling. Ugly." he said with a chuckle.

"I am Lysander."

[Odolina Benjamin-Elmore]

It made her smile when he said that he’d think she could get in a few punches in a fight. “I used to be a Tomboy. My last name has Benjamin in it and when I was living in the U.S. someone shorten it to Benji and, well, it was better than being called Oddy the Odd one.”

Benji felt a little odd though, so she figured that the nickname was a little more appropriate as of late. She normally didn’t do this. She didn’t talk to people and enjoy it. Especially not males. But lately it’s been this way, and mostly with males. First Elliot, then Peter and now… Lysander. She wasn’t panicking, in fact, if anything she was almost being assertive. And her panic attack from before was almost forgotten.

Something was happening to her… it was as though what happened in the Dream World stayed and linger with her in this world… beyond that of a fading hang over…

”Schmetterling,” Benji mimicked. ”It doesn’t sound so bad. The Japanese have different words for butterfly, all that have different connotations. And the only thing that doesn’t is batafurai which is just a different pronunciation of butterfly.”

She rubbed her arm again, feeling the sting raise up her arm, but somehow she didn’t entirely mind. Instead of paying attention to it, she looked around the landing until her eyes feel on the pad of paper on the floor. On it were some pretty decent doodles. ”Are those yours?”

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Lysander liked this girl. She wasn't like most of the jerky people he'd met since coming to the school, at least in the real world. In the dream world it seemed that people lost all of their inhibitions and became who they were on the inside, with less of the insecurities of the real world. One of the other reasons why Lysander liked to sleep. He had friends in Dream World, who weren't burdened with being who they were in real life. Dream World was sort of like the internet in that way...with less porn. Okay, maybe not really like the internet.

"I do not know, it has a certain ring to it, I think." he joked with a gentle chuckle. He folded his arms and grinned down at her rather cheerfully. It was sad that this was one of the longest discussions he'd had outside of the Dream World in a while. He looked as her gaze travelled to his skethbook and shrugged a little.

She sure knew a lot about linguistics and stuff, that was pretty cool. He wondered if that was what she was studying. He didn't really know. He figured he'd ask, if only to learn more about this girl who had decided to talk to him instead of run to get a bandage. "So, are you studying linguistics here then? Or is it just something you care to know about? Do you know any German or anything?" He then realized he was coming on a little strong and drew backwards.

"Ummm...sorry...I come on a little strong, I believe." he bit his lip as she looked at his pictures. "Umm, yes. I enjoy drawing."

[Odolina Benjamin-Elmore]

Linguistics? She wondered for a moment why he was asking her that. "Oh... Because I know about different languages? No, I'm not studying linguistics, though I suppose I'd be good about it. I just know different languages because I've lived different places. English and Japanese are my native languages, so I'm fluent in them. But I know some German, Korean, Vietnamese, Malay, Chinese and Spanish. Enough to get around in those places. I think I'm alright with German. We lived there almost two years."

Benji watched curiously as he drew backwards. When he apologized, she shook her head. "Talking and asking questions isn't coming off strong, Lysander. It's just natural curiosity and socializing. I actually don't mind the questions."

She peered down at the pictures. "I like them." Looking back up at him, she studied his face. It was really nice to just have a normal conversation with someone and not feel like she was endangered or forcing it. "I like to draw as well. May I look?"

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Wow, up until coming to England to attend Somnium, Lysander had left Bavaria a total of three times. Once to go on holiday to Greece when he was nine, once when his mother went to a Television Psychic convention in Prague when he was thirteen, and once right before he came to Somnium, his parents took him to France to have one last nice long holiday. He wished he'd been able to travel more.But sadly, his life did not particularly accomodate things like that. He didn't really have the time.

"Wow, that is amazing. Did you have any reason for moving around, or was it purely the choice of your parents?" Lysander was suddenly embarassed about his speech being rather awkward. This girl could speak a little bit of so many languages, and he could hardly get English was right. But in his defense, English was really hard.

He shied away a little, feeling rather awkward at the moment. Damn, Lysander's lack of social skills was really showing, wasn't it? He grimaced as she looked down at his work.

"Yes, yes, go ahead." he said shyly when she asked if she might take a look at what he was doing..

[Odolina Benjamin-Elmore]

”I guess it was alright. Moving around that is. My dad is in international business. But I think even if he wasn’t, I guess we would travel a lot anyway. I mean, if we could. My mother can’t really sit still, you see. So moving around was good for her.” Benji shrugged. ”But moving around like that hasn’t been a crystal stair case.”

She moved over to his pad of paper and bent to pick it up. Ah, there was something bruised somewhere in her back. But she’d be fine. She’s been though worse in life. The paper had mostly doodles and some random thoughts in German. ”I like your style.”

[OOC: Could you describe some his doodles please? :] Sorry it took me so long and that it’s a short.]

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[[There we go.]]

Lysander's work was mostly a series of bizarre colours and designs with images of a different colour drawn over top of it. This was a notebook, so it was only pen, really. And it was really just the images that he usually drew in front. A lot of them were figures from dream world, so he could carry it with him when he finally graduated, and when he went home in the summer. He smiled gently, feeling just a little bit self-conscious having somebody look at his artwork. That was always just a little bit...he didn't know, worrisome. Typically people showed their art off anonymously in this day and age. And that was the method with Lysander was accustomed to, excepting of course, the grafitti he'd been doing most recently. He wondered if this Benji would recognize it. Lysander didn't know.

Her life sounded interesting though. He smiled a little as she spoke about it, wondering if there was in his life that was even comparable to living in so many radically different places. She said she liked his style. He bit his lip a little. "Really? I have not had much praise...I was not sure if I was as good as say, my parent smight have said."

The images were of more recognizable places in dream world, both above and under water. The Inn, the Castle, a few other things. Just fleeting things that he could remember in his mind very well. There were also a few random drawings of places all around the school.

[Odolina Benjamin-Elmore]

Benji spent a moment studying Lysander’s work. She was intrigued by creatures that he drew, knowing that they were from the Dream World. Some she had never seen before, but they looked marine-like in nature. She wondered briefly if that meant he was able to go underwater, but she wouldn’t ask him. It wasn’t fair to ask when she was pretty unwilling to tell her own Dream Form. Some of the drawings were of places from the Dream World, Demens Inn, the Castle. Others definitely looked underwater when answered her questioned.

She paused suddenly on a image that looked oddly like her Dream Form. A girl in a bird like masquerade mask and wings for arms hunched over a drink. Benji’s face flushed and she quickly turned the page. A part of her wanted to stare at the picture longer though, as she had never seen a picture of herself in her Dream Form. But she figured that too much interest would draw to much attention.

”You’re definitely good. I like how you have designs behind the illustrations. And they’re obviously intentional. It adds something to it. I really do love the style.” She flipped through again, pausing once more at the image that she was certain was herself. ”I draw things from the Dream World too.”

[OOC: I hope you don’t mind that I said Lysander unknowingly drew Benji]

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[[It's fine, good plot device :3]]

Lysander watched nervously as she looked over his work, wondering what kind of critique was going through her head at the moment. He sort of wanted to know, but then again, maybe he didn't. His eyes widened a little. What if he was awful! What if he had been strung along by his own ego and thought he was decent when he was really shit? Ohgod. Ohgod. Lysander didn't know, but did his best to hide any little anxieties that might be showing through.

Her kind words sounded sincere, and it made him smile. He nodded looking down at her. "Thanks a lot...not many people get to see my work..." The spraypainting he did was frequently washed off quickly, which was good, but he sort of wished that people would make the connection that it was him drawing, just so he could talk art with people. This seemed fairly close. "I draw it a lot, if only so I can take it with me when I leave for the summer and stuff." He smiled gently and scratched the back of his head again. That was a little oversharing. He smiled gently, his gaze followed what she was looking at. She was really paying attention to the bird girl that he'd spied from the water once or twice. Was she the bird girl?

[Odolina Benjamin-Elmore]

Something about the designs looked familiar, she realized as she studied them further. Benji felt that she had seen them somewhere. But her memory of where exactly was slipping. It was a little bothersome to think of something you can’t exactly remember. It was almost there, almost there on the edge of her mind, but she wasn’t sure. ”Wall…” she muttered softly but didn’t know why.

Her head snapped up to look at him when he started to speak. ”Oh? Why wouldn’t you show people your work? It’s really good. You planning on doing something with it one day?”

She nodded when he said that it did so that he could take it with him for summer. ”You know? I used to hate going into the Dream World. It’s just better for me here than at home.” Benji spoke without thinking. Her eyes went wide. ”Not to say that home is bad or anything. I mean, it’s fine. I just… “

Clamping her mouth shut, she looked down at his artwork again and realized she was looking at her picture once more. That familiar panic was starting to rise up in her again. She didn’t want to bolt again. She wanted to be strong, but she wasn’t sure she was or could be. Perhaps she could say that she needed to go to the nurse. She could still feel the blood on her elbow and it was still painful, so it would be a good excuse. But then she would really have to go to the nurse, and she wasn’t exactly okay with that.

Benji inhaled sharply, absentmindedly looking at the winged girl in the picture. He had captured the gloomy air she carried around her—the one couldn’t hide in the Dream World, the one she tried to hide here. She knew she was getting better, but she was still the same. Or she thought she was getting better. She thought that when she entered the Dream World, she wasn’t so gloomy and when she woke up she wasn’t so afraid. For God’s sake, she was able to talk to this guy for this long without an issue.

But seeing this picture… Seeing this picture of what she must really look like… ”Maybe I should go…” she said softly.

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Things had been going so great, and then it seemed like it sudenly went spiralling downward. He bit his lip and shrugged a little. "I have thought about it, but I don't really know. I mean, I haven't even decided what I want to do with my life just yet. Journalism maybe, I have considered being an art critic, but then I wouldn't be able to do anything with my art. I'm a little on the fence, I have to say." he mused with a shrug. And then her feelings began to show up, she seemed very upset about something. He was rather confused. He bit his lip and looked down. Something about the dream world? He was rather confused, but he didn't want to push it or anything. He took his art and folded his arms.

He looked down at her and sighed a little bit. "No, no, I do not mind your being around...people tell me that I am a good listener." he said shyly, bending over so he could look her more easily in the eye. Or was that invasive. He moved back a bit and smiled a little bit at her, taking his art from her and hugging it to his chest. He hoped he wasn't the one who had caused her to feel bad. Lysander thought that would be just awful. He looked down at her and sighed a little. He wasn't one to pry, he shouldn't be doing that. "I am sorry, I hope I am not being intrusive or nosey in any way."

[Odolina Benjamin-Elmore]

Lysander grabbing his art pad made Benji snap out of it. She looked around slightly in surprise. It was as though she was just waking from a dream. ”I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to be so… strange. You’re not being intrusive, just natural curiosity.”

A heavy sigh escaped her lips. She lifted her elbow and looked at it curiously, trying to cover for the strange way she had been acting. So much for healing. But she can’t be impatient. Healing happened over time. And Benji knew that she wasn’t exactly over it all. So she made a friend in Elliot and Peter, she still wasn’t quite alright as was evident by the reason she ran Lysander over and the episode she just had.

”Mmm,” she muttered. ”It’s still bleeding.”

She felt like she was buying her time. Buying time to just make herself feel normal again, to just relax. And as she stared at her bruised and bleeding elbow, her mind was working on putting up the mask that she was so good at showing to the world. Of course, lately, it was getting harder and mostly because she was making it harder on herself. She wanted to be normal without faking it.

Benji blinked, remembering that he told her that he wanted to be a critic or in journalism. ”Why can’t you do both your art and journalism or critic or both? You can make anything work if you want to.”

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"No, no, sorry. I think that we are both just a little...flustered, I think is the word." he reasoned with a gentle shrug, looking down at her with a small smile, holding his sketchbook protectively to his chest, running a hand through his hair underneath his hood. He drummed his free hand on his book. This girl seemed quite sad, which made him by extension feel rather grim. He huffed a little. Lysander was no good at this, having conversations at random. Usually he had to work up the courage for days to engage in conversation with anybody, really, unless it was thrown at him out of the blue like this one. And typically he found reason to flee within a few moments. But this seemed to be going well, so why not run with it?

He looked at her wound. "You really should go get a bandaid or something, or do you think any of the teachers around here might have some onhand?" he murmured in his thick Bavarian accent.

At her reasoning about his whole job predicament he smiled a little. "That is a nice thought, but knowing my life, it would only get ruined somehow. Besides, I would not art to become my work." he said with a small sigh. "I feel like I would lose my passion for it."

[Odolina Benjamin-Elmore]

"You really need more confidence in yourself." Benji then blushed, more for the fact that she realized she was hypocrict than anything else. Really. she thought, as though I have any room to talk.

She looked down at her elbow again, realizing that if she went to the nurse, she didn't want to go alone. She didn't know why, but she just didn't. It was probably the idea of being touched, alone, with the male nurse that freaked her out so much. But she did figure she needed a bandage.

Her face flushing more, she looked up at Lysander. "Um... Would you mind... Would you mind come wi... with me to the nurse? If you have other things to do, I can understand. I just... " Benji looked away, unsure. She couldn't believe she was asking him this. She had just met him after all. Maybe she should have gone to find Peter, only, well, she only just met him as well. A sigh escaped her lips as she realized that she was been oddly needly lately. Oddly needy towards people she just met, people who she would otherwise have been afraid of.

Benji forced a light laughed. "It's really okay if you can't go. I'm sorry if I put in in a weird position."

[OOC: Sorry it's short and took me so long. If Lysander does want to follow her to the nurse's I'll set up a thread there. :] ]

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Lysander smiled weakly. Hit the nail on the head right there, not that he'd say it out loud. He folded his arms and looked down at the smaller girl. He had to say, he was rather surprised with this girl, being able to say stuff like that out loud. Come to think of it, he was fairly impressed. He wished he had the forthrightness to be able to just spit out stuff like that. Rather than say anything, he seized up his shoulders a little and put his sketchbook in his backpack, looking down at her with a bit of concern about her bleeding elbow.

He wondered what this girl's story was. Besides the moving around thing. What were her ticks. What bothered her? He didn't really know. He folded his arms and looked down at her and smiled a little.

"Ja. I will come with you to the hospital." Lysander didn't really know why he needed to, he just felt like it. And the smaller creature next to him looked rather sad and subdued for some reason. Perhaps he could remedy that by going with her. Lysander did not like to see people sad around him. And so, Lysander looked out into the hallway. Nobody seemed to be bothered by the fact that she'd barelled into him.

That seemed sort of depressing to Lysander.

[[Alrighty :3]]

[Odolina Benjamin-Elmore]

[OOC: schoolofdreams.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=infirmary&thread=434 The link to the new thread :] ]