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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 12:27 am
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☸ Alan Brandt ☸
"The science of it all is simple."
Ignoring Reed's warning (and deciding that, since Reed had already appointed himself surrogate parent-figure, he wouldn't really let Alan deal with it himself), Alan settled into the capsule and tightly gripped the bar set out before them. The capsule was large enough to fit four people, although Alan kept close to Reed for fear of a repeat of last time. He had felt like he was dealing with the roller coaster experience alone, so he was going to make sure that he wasn't alone this time. Seated and choosing not to look down, Alan's green eyes shifted up to the bright sky, looking at the fluffy white clouds scattered in the baby blue. "I haven't been on a ferris wheel since before my mother went away," he said quietly, expression softening just a little at the memory. "I couldn't have been older than 6, just a few months away from being taken to my first therapist, and my mother just wanted to see if she could fix me with social interaction. It didn't work, of course, and not long after that, she became increasingly involved with a co-worker, but I still remember everything about that day. I remember how her hair smelled, what dress she wore, what rides we went on, and even what kind of band aid she gave me when I fell off a table." The creaking of the ride shook Alan from his memories, as whatever softness in his face hardened fast. What was he doing, talking to Reed like this? Was he really so in desire of company that he'd let those feelings surface?
"The numbers never lie."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 2:38 am
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☸ Alan Brandt ☸
"The science of it all is simple."
"Your daughter was lucky," noted Alan quietly as one hand reached to push back brown hair that the wind had pushed into his face. "My father never took me out places like this, and my mother ceased her interest in me after my now-stepfather fell into the picture. The closest thing I had to a relationship with my parents was before my first diagnosis when I was 7, and even then, it was only my mother who could find time for me.Of course, I always understood. He had a business to care for." Alan's slender fingers toyed with a silver ring on his thumb, too big for small hands like his, and the design nearly feminine. "After the doctors decided that I was on the autism spectrum, my mother drifted away from me, not wanting to deal with having a kid with Asperger's. I guess she figured I was broken or something and didn't want to play with me anymore." Shrugging, Alan kept his gaze on his hands, hunched over in a strange position he seemed to take up quite often. "To have parents who would pay so much attention that they knew what toy interested you, or even your favorite ride... She must have had a very happy childhood." The scientist smiled simply, his awkwardness set aside for the moment.
"The numbers never lie."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 1:18 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 11:01 pm
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☸ Alan Brandt ☸
"The science of it all is simple."
Alan looked up as he heard the mumble, not being that far from Reed anyway, so close enough to hear it. He shook his head, hesitantly, but then decidedly grabbing Reed's arm. "Don't say that. All we want is for you to make sure that we're okay, to sit in our room with your backs against the closet door until we fall asleep to make sure the monsters don't come out, to hug us and beat up that jerk on the playground when they take our toys and kick us into the slide." His fingers slowly uncurled from the man's arm, and Alan reverted back to his former hunched-over position. "At the end of the day, all any kid wants to know for certain that, in their father's eyes, they're perfect the way they are. Even if they're short, awkward, broken, or have some stupid disorder that makes them weird, we just want you to look at us like we're normal and important." He shrugged, looking down to the ground below him and tightly gripping the seat as vertigo began to make him dizzy.
"The numbers never lie."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 10:42 pm
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☸ Alan Brandt ☸
"The science of it all is simple."
"In my defense, I never learned how to be an adult," spat Alan in return to the ruining of their brief moment, or whatever it was. He crossed his arms once again, looking up at the darkening sky, the sun setting behind them. "My father pays for everything, even my clothes. I have an apartment in the city for entertaining investors, but that's about it. I don't even pay my own taxes." He shrugged, sighing. It was a little too pathetic, yeah, but it was better than him having to pay for everything himself.
"The numbers never lie."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 11:18 pm
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