Post by Charlie Walker on Jan 22, 2010 19:40:43 GMT -5
CHARLEMAGNE ARKADY WALKER
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Carly
Age: Sixteen
Roleplaying Experience: Awhile
How you found the site: Rawr
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Charlemagne "Charlie" Arkady Walker
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Hair Color: Naturally a dirty blond, attempted to dye silver.
Eye Color: Naturally blue, purple contact lenses.
Skin Tone: Very pale
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 140 lbs
Wealth: Average
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Why they are in La Campana: Charlie had been scared away from home by his father and needed somewhere to go. Using money that wasn't even his, he flew away from home to get far away, ending up Spain after reading about La Campana on the internet. Though getting reformed wasn't his plan.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
- Computers
- Sleeping
- Stuffed Animals
- Cats
- Pandas
- Turtles
- Swans
- Frogs
- Cookies
- Milk
- Eggnog
- Pajamas
- Writing
- Poetry
- Doodling
- Toast
- Anime
- Manga
- Reading
- Hats
- Jackets
- Pillows
- Blankets
- Swords
- Singing to Himself
- Hugs
- Warmth
- Winter
- Storms
- Fuzzy Socks
- Gummi Bears
- Little Kids
- Stars
- Flowers
- Chocolate
- Blue
- Silver
- RPG Video Games
- Action/Adventure Video Games
- Fairy Tales
- Magic Tricks
- Sunny But Not Too Hot Days
- Green Grass
- Medieval Times
- Hot Bubble Baths
- Angels
- Mermaids
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- Things That Make Him Cry
- Free Time
- Acting
- Photography
- Fairies
- Not Spending Money
- Wasting Time
- Exceeding Expectations
Dislikes:
- Lack of Sleep
- Being Alone in the Dark
- Vegetables
- Peanut Butter
- Summer
- Intense Heat
- Tight Clothing
- Clothing Shopping
- Loud Music
- Pickle Juice
- Alarm Clocks
- Horror Movies
- Talking
- Failing
- Being Hated
- Making People Angry
- Crying
- His Father
- Eyeliner
- Under the Bed
- Closets
- Dark Places
- Teeth
- Cold Showers
- Watching people get Affectionate
- Mirrors
- His Hair
- Goodbyes
- When things are kept hidden from him
- When he dosn't know things
- Lies
- Guns
- Swearing
- Lack of Clothing
- Math
- Science
- Alcohol
- Drunks
- Drugs
- Doctors
- Dentists
- Pain
- Heights
- Cliffs
- Sad People
- Pink
- Yellow
- Blood
- Cemeteries
- Sports
- Running
- Uphill
- Phones
- Pastel Art
- Big Cities
- Crowds
- Room Cleaning
- Non-Fictional Violence
- Too many compliments
- Attention
Turn Ons:
- Longer hair
- Pretty voices
- Taller than him
- Someone who dominates
- Being held
- Sweet words
- Pretty eyes
- Candlelight
Turn Offs:
- Blood
- Being too rough
- Yelling
- Alcohol
- Cold, wet, dark places
- Excessive profanity
- Bondage
Nervous Habits:
- Pulling at his sleeves
- Brushing away his hair
- Fiddling with his hat
- Blinking far more often than he needs to
Fears:
- Death
- Pain
- Ghosts
- Sharp Teeth
- The Dark
- Things that can't be seen
- Closets
- Attics and Basements
- Being hated for something he didn't mean to do
- Rejection
- Failure
- Being Alone
- Growing Old
- Alcoholics
- Whores/Sluts/Prostitutes
- Doing something wrong
Goals/Aspirations:
- Deep down inside, he's always wanted to become famous through singing, but is too shy to sing in front of people
- To feel like a fairy prince
- To become a video game designer
- To graduate, find a boyfriend,
Appearance:
Since Charlie's departure from Canada and travel to Spain, his appearance has went through quite the change. He couldn't fix his height or a lot of his features, but things like hair color, eye color and even a bit of his weight managed to change. Naturally, his hair had been a dirty blond color, but in an attempt to change his appearance to someone look like someone new, he bleached it to the whitest it could get before his plane ride to Spain and then found himself some silvery-white hair dye. He'd also cut off his hair to a length above his shoulders, having hated any time it got longer than that length. The color of his eyes are something new as well. Charlie's vision is absolute crap. He doesn't even know what it is. But even from a foot away, he can't read the words off of a paper and it only becomes worse the farther away he gets, even to a point where the paper looks completely white as though there isn't words on it at all. After wearing glasses for about five or six years, he switched to contacts. He normally can't bring things close to his eyes, but he gave in before the plane ride to Spain and bought contact lenses, though colored ones. Purple. Why purple? Charlie likes purple. Naturally, his eyes are an ocean blue. Bluish-gray and, as some say, looking a bit on the green side.
Charlie is set on the fact that he has stopped growing. He blames the coffee, but believes that the large amount of milk he also drinks should make him seven feet tall. But he only stands at five feet and five inches. If he grows at all ever again, it probably won't be much more than an inch or two. His weight is something that is constantly changing. He did use to be above average but, ever since he stopped eating a lot, it's gone down more and more. While getting ready to go to Spain and arriving in Spain, there wasn't time to sit around and be lazy. He actually had to get up and do things. Run around a lot to prepare for his running away to Spain. With the amount he ate, the amount of exercise he was getting probably wasn't a good idea. Or maybe the other way around. All the activity he was doing meant that the amount he ate wasn't anywhere near enough. On the topic of sizes, we might as well throw in the little fact that, in male sizes, Charlie's shoes are about size nine.
Shoe talk leads to clothing talk. One should quickly notice that Charlie only ever wears cool colors. Blues, greens and purples. Lots of black involved and gray and brown
Personality:
Some people call it shy while others might call it quiet. Either way, Charlie doesn't talk much around most people. It's probably a bit of both. Around new people, he gets shy and is a bit afraid to talk to them but, around people he knows so well, he's not shy by that point, he's just a quiet boy. Very often, he is treated as though he's invisible. Maybe because he's normally trying. He doesn't like to talk. He gets nervous. Sometimes he stutters and he just never knows what to say. More often than not, he spends a good five or ten minutes thinking about what he's going to say to someone and then, once he goes to say it, it never turns out as planned and it just goes all wrong. Overall, he'd just rather keep his mouth shut. Written or typed words are different. He can really say what he wants through something written without being afraid of stuttering. He can take his time to write it out too. He's not shy in the least in his writing, it's only when he actually has to open his mouth.
Charlie has a funny tendency to smile without meaning to. If he's trying not to smile, he can do that rather easily. But, unless he's trying not to smile, there's a good chance he's smiling. Maybe a fifty percent chance. But it happens too often for his liking because he tries rather hard not to be an overly smiling person. After all, he's not always happy. He does everything he can to hide when he's sad. He doesn't want people trying to help with his problems, he wants to deal with them himself. Though he doesn't deal with them. He ignores them and expects them to go away in due time. Sometimes it works. But he hasn't figured out yet if it works for his worst problems. All he cares about is that he has the ability to fix other people's problems. He doesn't always know how to but he likes being able to listen and say it's okay. If someone is putting themselves down, he enjoys telling them that they're wrong and explaining to them about what's so great about them. Really, Charlie is quite good at helping others but he doesn't seem to know how to let other people help him.
A really good thing about Charlie is that he doesn't seem to get angry. He tries to stay calm and, when something makes him mad, he doesn't show it. He'll just go to his room and tear up paper to release his anger instead. But if he does get angry and he shows it, then you've really screwed up. It almost never happens. Charlie just doesn't show his anger. Maybe once or twice he has and a couple other times he was planning to, but he stops himself. If he gets angry, he knows that it will only make the other person hate him or sad. He doesn't like making others sad and he can't stand the feeling of being hated. Charlie likes to make everyone happy and, when someone doesn't like him, he freaks out and tries to do anything in his power to appeal to the person. Maybe it's selfish for Charlie refusing to be hated. He was always so sure that it did make him selfish. But he couldn't help it. Doing anything wrong just brought him to tears. Whether the teachers became disappointed in him or he was caught lying, or accused of lying when he didn't, it just made him cry.
The boy is rather emotional and sensitive. His tears can be triggered very easily through most things. Both happy or sad. Movies, books, video games. They all make him cry. Someone dies in them and he's probably in tears. When a series ends and he knows there will be no more, he's definitely in tears. When someone gets angry at him, he's probably on the verge of crying. Or, in movies, when two lovers are kept apart for so long and have to go through devastating challenges to reach other, he ends up crying in happiness. Charlie constantly wonders where all these tears come from. Most of the time, if something makes him cry, he enjoys it. But that's only with movies, games and books. If people make him cry, then he probably doesn't like the person much but will try and make them like him.
No one seems to realize it, but it's not hard to make Charlie happy. Pay attention to him. Talk to him. Don't make him talk back, but just talk to him and he'll be rather happy. Gifts make him happy. It doesn't need to be expensive. It doesn't have to cost anything. Draw him a picture and he'll be happy. Write him a story and that works too. Put money toward a gift for him that isn't Birthday or Christmas related and he'd be shocked though. But that's an easy way to make the boy fall for you. He's always smitten by a person who can sweet talk him and get him gifts. It makes it rather easy to take advantage of him. It's not hard to pick flowers from a garden and say a few nice words. Charlie hates the fact that he can be won over so easily with simple things and hates that cruel people could probably use that to their advantage. Even if he found out the person was bad, he wouldn't be able to just walk away. He doesn't have the heart to say no to people because he doesn't want them to hate him. So if he got in the clutches of someone who'd use him, there would be no getting away from them unless they threw him away. That's why Charlie hopes to see through the lies of bad people. He wants to find someone nice in the world. Someone who doesn't drink, won't do drugs, isn't abusive... someone who will love him, buy him flowers and give him hugs. Maybe it's too much to ask for. It could just be an unreachable dream. Charlie doesn't think he's deserving of such. Being with someone as nice as that would be taking that person away from others who might deserve that person. But it's what Charlie would really want in a person to spend his life with.
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father:
Jeremy Walker - 36 Years Old
Mother:
Katerina Maleduke - 33 Years Old
Sibling/s:
Brother- Napier Walker - 13 Years Old
Other important relatives:
Step-Father - Talon Renaud - 33 Years Old
Ex-Step-Mother - Jamie Sadler - 29 Years Old
Pets:
N/A
History:
April 25th, 1993 at some time in the early morning, that's when the boy was born. Though neither parent had too much French in them, though little bits of it, the child was given the name Charlemagne. It was a small town he was born in by the name of Powell River. There wasn't much there. A recreation center with a pool and ice rink. A lot of restaurants, many beaches and quite a few parks. It was bigger than a lot of towns, but it was nowhere near being a city. Charlie was never raised in a big house. A lot of trailers and houses that were only there for being rented. But it wasn't a big family, so a big house wasn't needed. Charlie spent most of his childhood out with his dad either fishing or picking mushrooms to get money for from a local store that apparently bought mushrooms. His father worked on a fish farm on the water while his mother worked wherever she could get a job. Grocery stores, pubs, restaurants. Wherever.
Now, you see, Charlie is what you would call a bastard child. His parents didn't get married until he was three. Even to this day, there's a video of that wedding lying around, though he's not sure which of his parents are in possession of it. But he knows that neither want it. A few months before he turned four, Charlie's little brother was born. They named him Napier. Charlie never had much of an opinion on the baby. It was there. It was fun to have a sibling, that much he knew. They only had the second child because it would keep Charlie company. It was true that Charlie didn't have many friends at that age. His cousin and some of the neighbor kids. But that was really it. Even when he got into kindergarten, he only had one friend. A girl by the name of Blaire who he'd known since they were young children. They had always been close and, only a few days in age difference, always spent their days together. Lots of sleepovers and days going to the beach. Blaire really had been Charlie's best friend. Along with Blaire's little sister, Justine.
First grade had barely started and then, for reasons completely unknown to Charlie, the family moved away. It was only a ferry away from Powell River. They came to a place called the Sunshine Coast and moved into an area of the coast called West Sechelt.
The boy who'd offered to show him around seemed to have a lot of friends, so it only made sense that those friends of Mile's also become friends to Charlie. It shocked him to have so many friends at one time. He definitely wasn't use to it. They even seemed to worry the day he came back from the hospital. He'd gone on a little trip with family to visit a family friend. Charlie made the mistake of rocking on a chair, then falling backward to crack his head open on the corner of a table. That was the first time the boy had ever been to a doctor, excluding his birth and it was the last time as well. Charlie didn't like doctors. It wasn't the needles that bothered him or the stitches. It was the fact that doctors killed people. Not on purpose normally, but during surgeries and whatever, sometimes they failed at the person died. The boy was afraid to die. There were times when he'd wake up, get out of bed and go to his mom crying in the middle of the night, going on and on about how he didn't want to die. His parents would be confused, tell him it's all okay and send him back to bed. But Charlie really didn't want to die. He was afraid of what came afterward.
Charlie was in second grade, somewhere in December, maybe late November, when he was woken up by his father one moment and told to pack his things. The same went for Napier. They weren't supposed to pack everything, just the things they really wanted to bring with them. There was no sight of their mom, just their father saying they had to go. The next thing they knew, they were off to Powell River to stay with their grandmother. Apparently, the night before, there had been a party. Char's mother and father had been there along with his father's best friend, Talon. Charlie had always liked Talon. He introduced Charlie to video games like Mario and Bloody Roar. He was over at their house often with his video games and Charlie was always happy about that. But it was at the party that it was revealed that Talon had a love for Charlie's mom and she loved him back. That's why his father took the children and furiously ran off. No one informed the school where Charlie had gone to. No one knew. He wasn't seen for a rather long period of time. But Charlie was sent back to his mother after awhile. People had made him many gifts and pictures over the time he was gone and stuffed them in his desk to see. It made him rather happy to know that people cared he'd left.
A few months later, they bought a new house. A much nicer one that had enough rooms for everyone. But Napier was afraid to have his own room, so him and Charlie would share one. They'd often stay up late, playing with their toys in their own fantasy worlds. During the days, they'd be playing with the video games that Talon had hooked up in the house, seeing as that he was there to stay. What with him and Charlie's mom together and all. They even got themselves a cat. Well, it was actually Talon's cat. They spent all day thinking up a name and Charlie was not pleased when they decided on calling it Kitty. But Charlie and Napier weren't always with their mom. It was decided by the court that, every weekend, they'd go visit their dad. It only became one weekend a month. They'd go visit their father and Charlie would leave in tears. He didn't want to leave his dad. But every time he had to go visit his dad, he'd be in tears because he didn't want to leave his mom. It became rather difficult.
Around third grade was when Charlie's father got a girlfriend. Her name was Jamie. She seemed to be a rather nice woman. A bit younger than his father though. The only problem was that she did drugs. Marijuana, mostly. But so did his dad and his mother use to before she "quit." But he couldn't stand the feeling of walking into his father's house and only smelling all that marijuana. They were kind enough to usually only smoke it in the bedroom though. So Charlie started going back and forth between his mother and father's house. Though his dad could rarely pay for rent and got kicked out of his house every few months, which led to a new house there quite often. As years went by, Charlie started to visit his father less and less. He never went to the point of asking his mother if he could go visit his dad. Sometimes Napier did but Charlie would not. It was seeming that his mother just didn't want him to go visit their dad.
Charlie started to really hate visiting his father. He never felt safe there. Most nights, he'd lay around and cry. So what was the problem? His father was an alcoholic. Most days, he'd come home drunk. He never touched his children. But his girlfriend, Jamie, was different. He would beat her. Smack her, grab her, hit her with pans. Most nights, there would be so much screaming and crying. Charlie would hide under his pillows and blankets to cry and just wish it would all stop. There were days when his father would kick Jamie out of the house, telling her to never come back again, but she always did. She had to be there. Charlie's father was working as a roofer at this point and was rarely around. Jamie needed to be there to look after Charlie and Napier. In fact, Charlie never wanted her to leave. He hated that his father beat her so often, but he cared about Jamie so much and didn't want to see her leave. But she had her flaws. Jamie lied a lot. She didn't clue in to the fact she was lying, she just did. It was never about anything serious. Just little things. Charlie learned not to question it because it wasn't causing any harm from what he could see.
Back with his mother, things were fine. Nothing ever seemed wrong. Charlie's grades were going fine. Never straight A's, but never lower than B's... normally. Physical Education was a class that Charlie could never do good at. Always C's or around that. He would put all his effort into that class and still it wasn't good enough. Charlie was just phsyically challenged. Naturally, he was weak. No matter how hard he worked at it, he wouldn't get any stronger or faster than he was at the time. But he still tried, especially once he reached high school. There was a point in High School when one of the physical education teachers dared to tell the boy he wasn't trying hard enough. It was on a run. Every run they did, he would run until he couldn't breathe and could swear he tasted blood in his mouth. It was to a point where he wanted to throw up. But still, he was always last or very close to last person to finish the run. The teacher stopped him at the end of the run, telling him that he wasn't trying hard enough. Charlie said he was trying as hard as he could, but the teacher replied with, "No, you're lying. You're not trying at all." The moment Charlie was back in the changing room, he was in tears. None of his friends were pleased with the teacher. They already hated him so much, but they seemed to hate him more after he made Charlie cry.
Charlie made more friends in high school, as you would have expected. Even friends who flew all the way from Ireland just to see him. He thought it would have been hard convincing his mother that those friends totally weren't people he met over the internet. But it didn't take much effort at all. His grades in high school never changed much. Still A's and B's and a few occasional C's. He started finding boys in the school that got him completely smitten. He'd been attracted to boys since kindergarten. That was when he got his first crush. But it was in high school when these crushes got really bad and he was entirely sure about the fact that he was gay. He never told his parents. They didn't need to know. His dad and Jamie always teased him saying that he probably had a girlfriend hidden away somewhere. Oh, they were so wrong. Charlie never got a boyfriend either though. He was much too shy. Even if he did confess his sexuality to his parents, they didn't seem the kind of people who would get angry or be disgusted because of it. His friends knew though. He was very willing to tell his close friends. Though it was rather awkward that, for a long period of time, Charlie had been crushing on one of his friend's brother since before they were friends.
One Valentine's Day, back in ninth grade, Charlie got told something that he never knew. His brother had been asking to go visit their dad again but their mom sat them down and told them face to face that she didn't want them seeing him anymore. She broke the news to them that their father was a drug dealer. All the money he made to spend on them was made through the dealing of drugs. She explained to them that he sold them to people and, if he didn't pay them back, he'd break into their houses, steal the money or, if they didn't have the money, stole stuff that could equal the amount of money that they owed. Charlie hadn't known. All that time, he never knew. He didn't know what to think. He never wanted to see his father again though. He still got to visit every now and then, but he tried to avoid his father, he spent more time with Jamie instead.
Charlie started to get more and more afraid of his father. He came home drunk more often and hung around with scary friends. Except Tim. Tim was Charlie's dad's new best friend after the other one ran off with his ex-wife. Charlie had always liked Tim and had a son named Laurent. Char never got to meet Laurent, though he had always wanted to. There were a few times, one in particular, where Charlie would be left alone with his father. Napier would ask their dad if he could borrow money to go to the store. But it just so happened that the man was drunk. He yelled and swore at Napier, telling him to, in his words, take the fucking money because he doesn't give a shit anymore. He gave the boy fifty dollars. So Napier went to the store and Jamie went with him. They didn't even offer Charlie the chance to come, so he was left home alone with his father. The man decided he would make bacon for the two of them and kept throwing the raw bacon at Charlie, laughing over it like it was just a game. The door was open and a woman happened to be walking by. His father went outside and called to her. When she looked, he dragged Charlie by the arm outside saying things like, "Hey, how would like to date my son? Don't be shy. Come on, you can have him!" All Charlie tried to do was run back inside in embarrassment but his father was gripping him too hard. Again, his dad just laughed it off after the woman walked away without a word. Charlie had a habit of locking himself in a bathroom when he wanted to cry. So he tried to get away to the bathroom, but his father would just pin him to the wall and laugh, telling him not to run away. Charlie tried to tell him over and over that he needed the bathroom, but his father said he was lying, then told him it was just a joke and let the boy go. Charlie locked himself away for an hour until Jamie and Napier came back and didn't dare tell them about what happened while they were gone.
Charlie stopped visiting his father. He never wanted to be there anymore. Even Napier never wanted to visit anymore. They always wanted to see Jamie but their father scared them. Charlie felt completely unsafe around a drunk father, afraid that he would hurt, kill or maybe even rape someone. Who knows? So he stayed with his mother as much as possible. He was happy there. He had so many kind friends who kept him entertained. Even when his mother told him he couldn't have birthday parties anymore, they'd invite him over and surprise him with the fact that they'd set up a birthday for him at their house instead. If they ever found out he was feeling sad, they'd always give him hugs, though Charlie preferred not to tell people when something was wrong. He'd rather help others, though no one else ever told him if something was wrong, so he didn't want to tell them anymore.
After many years of living in the same house, Charlie's mom and Talon finally got married. It was a small wedding. His grandmother was there and his nana as well. His grandfather had passed away a few years before from a liver problem. He'd always gone fishing with his grandfather and was devastated the day he passed away. Talon's parents and brothers were there too. Also known as Charlie's soon to be step-family. Charlie had grown to really like his uncle Anthony. He was so kind and gave him hugs and bought him things and talked to him. It was amazing. Charlie was quite willing to go on the camping trip with him that came later on. It was actually a family reunion for Talon's family. It was a five hour drive to 100 Mile House and the first night of the camping was terrible. So cold and wet in the tents so they were moved into some little portable rooms that were much warmer. After that, it was fun. Lots of singing, guitar playing, meeting of new people and a lot of card games. Charlie had such a wonderful time there meeting all these new people who were now part of his family. Lots of stories were told too of when Talon and Anthony were children. Like of the sad days on Halloween when they couldn't have candy because they were Jehovah Witnesses,
Things got bad when Charlie got a phone call from Jamie. She wasn't with Charlie's father anymore. The man had been cheating on her for around ten months and she'd only just found out. So they finally broke up. Remember Tim? Charlie's dad's second best friend? Jamie started dating him. Just like Charlie's mom started dating his dad's first best friend. He stopped going to Powell River overall after this. Except one time for Christmas where they visited Jamie but not their father. Frequently, their mother got violent swearing phone calls from their dad saying that he wanted to see his children and that she should give them to him. But she wasn't keeping them from him. Charlie and Napier had a choice. Neither of them wanted to see him but neither of them wanted to break the news and tell him that they didn't want to talk to him anymore.
Charlie seemed to be able to move on quite easily except when his father tried to phone. He ignored the phone calls and was able to stay pretty happy. School was turning out to be rather fun, at least for the first part of grade eleven, and life seemed to be going fine. There were a few days when Charlie started to get rather depressed for no reason, but they only lasted the day and then he'd be fine. But then the second half of eleventh grade came along and things became difficult. Physics, English and Social Studies homework. It was driving him crazy and stressing him out. Art was his only safe class and he didn't even understand most of the homework he was being given. Charlie's lab partner seemed nice enough to let him borrow his homework to copy. What a kind lab partner. What a cute lab partner. What a perfect lab partner. Charlie had become rather smitten. There were days when he told himself he'd confess his love, but Charlie was just too shy and would chicken out. The boy surely loved women and never men. Charlie didn't have a chance. He pretty much gave up.
Charlie was taken away from his school though. He was persuaded into a visit to his father for a week but he really hated the idea of going. It was the sight of his father beating up another man for not paying for the drugs he sold him that made Charlie not able to handle it anymore. All the money he could find of his father's, he took it. Anything people would buy of his father's, he took it and sold it to make money. Charlie was taking all of his dad's dirty money made through drug dealing and he used it all to buy a plane ticket. It was on the internet that he found out about a school in Spain. A place to turn gay kids straight. Surely it didn't really do that. So Charlie went there because he had always felt alone. He had friends, but he wanted something else too. In a place for homosexuals, he could find what he was looking for. So he bought a plane ticket and made the dirty money disappear and signed himself up for La Campana Boarding School. He never told his family where he was going. He sent a letter to his mother saying he was staying with his friend in Ireland. But that was a lie. He just didn't want his mother to worry. Obviously, she would have, but it was his attempt to make her feel a bit more okay.
Roleplaying Sample:
All he wanted to do was tuck himself away. Just hide behind objects and be erased from everyone's vision. If no one saw him, no one would speak to him. Everyone here was a stranger. Charlie had no clue who around here was nice or who was mean. Who was a slut or who was a violent beast. Who could he trust? Who should he avoid? He hated going to new places for long periods of time. Traveling always sounded nice but he didn't like the idea of moving out of British Columbia for long or even from the Sunshine Coast. Spain was just too foreign for his liking. But he couldn't have stayed at home. He had to get away and be somewhere new where people wouldn't find him. But, since arriving at La Campana, he had observed that avoiding being around people and not having to talk might become rather difficult. This was supposed to be a reform school but, as he'd guessed, no reforming was being done. The place seemed to make kids more gay. Everyone was always being so affectionate. So much hugging, kissing, touching and, more often than not, lots of sex. Everyone who had sex didn't even seem to be dating each other, they just did it and it made Charlie feel rather queasy. Didn't he really want to be here with people like that? He was afraid that they might try and advance on him. The boy still had his virginity and first kiss to himself and he didn't want to lose either to some affectionate random stranger. He still was wondering if running away to this school was a good idea or not.
Charlie had hidden himself away behind one of the couches in the common room. He kept a notebook beside him, open to some random doodles of monsters he'd drawn earlier that morning during English class. His knees were pulled up to his chest and his chin was pressed to his knees as he stared rather blankly down at his purple, fuzzy socks. Classes here weren't seeming to be as hard as they'd been back home. The teachers didn't seem to give as much homework as they probably should have been. In fact, half the teachers didn't even seem to teach. They just lounged around. Then there were even some of those creepy teachers that stared rather doe-eyed at the students like they were in love or were definitely ready to tackle the students down and take them on the floor. But Charlie did what he'd always tried to do. He worked hard at being invisible so that the teachers wouldn't notice him. Then they wouldn't call on him him class to answer questions or offer him sex. Though Charlie shouldn't start complaining about teachers in relationships with students. He wasn't. It was the sexual predatory habits of many of the teachers toward multiple students that bothered him. But he wasn't going to say that relationships between students and teachers were wrong. Especially not when he himself had become quite smitten with the school's doctor, who happened to be a good twelve years older than he was.
The boy let out a deep almost dreamy sounding sigh at the thought of the doctor. He smiled rather warmly as he tried to curl himself up more and disappear into his own little world. It was a world that no one else would ever see. In it, there was only himself and that doctor he wanted so badly. There was much hugging, kissing and cuddling involved in this world. How the hell had Charlie managed to fall for a doctor? He'd only ever been a doctor once in his life before. He was afraid of them. It wasn't the needles that scared him, it was the fact that doctors could fail and kill people by accident and Charlie didn't want to die. But this man- this Erozane- would never let him die, would he? Charlie wasn't dating him! Not at all. He loved him but he could never tell the man that. He was far too shy. But they were friends, weren't they? Charlie was pretty sure that a doctor isn't supposed to work on people that they were close to but, if they were on a deserted island and Charlie was dying, Ero wouldn't let him die. That's what Charlie believed. It's what he really hoped. After all, Charlie was afraid to die. More afraid of death than he was of doctors. So maybe that's why he'd become so smitten with one. He giggled just at the thought of it, his smile growing as he flopped over onto his side. His heart was pounding just at the thought of when he'd see Ero next and he wished that time could fast forward so that they could be together once more.
