Post by Katherine Morgan on Oct 3, 2009 0:17:56 GMT -5
Katherine had been ready to hear an excuse of why he now wanted to stop talking to her, or some kind of reaction wondering what kind of freak she was with an abnormal brain. But instead he seemed to like the idea that she saw things differently and said he did as well. She could tell from the way he acted he didnt have autism, but she wondered how differently photographers saw the world. "I like the way you describe the beach...I see millions of particles of sand, and gently running over them in a rhythm thats predictable, even if the pattern changes every so often"
"I dont think I could help anyone with their life, I still have to learn how to live mine" She told him truthfully. She still went to classes and therapy sessions just to help her function in day to day life.
She nodded as he commented how this place should always be empty like this. "I came once to watch the sunset...it was busy, and loud like the cities. I didnt like it" She told him, remembering having had a melt down when one of the drunk teenagers came over and started bothering her. "What made you change how you saw it?"
Post by Wyatt Brakken on Oct 3, 2009 0:41:01 GMT -5
Watching her to find any real difference in her action Wyatt saw nothing to send him running for the hills, and he’d met a lot of crazies in New York. “See you describe it much better then me, you must have a hidden artist’s soul.” he smiled in compliment. “Changing patterns that change with the scenery and the seasons.”
With her thinking, so straight forward and honest, Wyatt was sure she’d make a great life coach. “I think you’d be great. You’re already clearing stuff up for me and my head is a little messy right now.” he said speaking honestly himself wondering if honestly was contagious.
Hearing her fear at the crowded beach at sunset Wyatt could some what sympathize. “I wouldn’t want to be here then either, I’m more into the pretty landscape then the drunken youth.” He nodded. Wyatt neglected to mention that back in his teens he would have been one of the drunken louts hanging around the beach annoying the others there. “Going away for a long time and coming back changes how you see things. Not just a place, but the people too. It was a long time.” he added the latter more to himself then her, but he wondered what she’d think of his assessment and if she’d ever left and returned to a place or person.
Post by Katherine Morgan on Oct 3, 2009 0:50:31 GMT -5
Katherine was surprised at his compliment, it wasn't often that anyone but her mother told her she did anything better than anyone else. If it was something she did better it was usually school related, the only place she really excelled. But to describe something better and not just in her odd way of loooking at things was new to her. She smiled lightly appreciating it, and letting her eyes make a brief trip up to his face before going back down. "I just like patterns, and things you can count"
Katherine gave a quiet laugh as he again said how she'd be great at it and that she was already helping him. "I'm glad if I said something to help you, but I don't think anyone else would want advice from someone like me" She told him, thinking he was nice for considering her capable of such a task.
"Where did you go off to?" Katherine asked him, wondering if it was a place she could go to and come back seeing things normally. She found herself interested in this man's life, and hoped she wasn't prying, not able to determine if this fell under the category of polite conversation or pushing boundaries of a first meeting with someone. "How long were you away?"
Post by Wyatt Brakken on Oct 3, 2009 1:01:29 GMT -5
When she looked up at him Wyatt considered himself blessed knowing she seemed to find eye contact difficult. He smiled, but didn’t push. “I like irregular patterns.” he shrugged thinking back to some of the irregular patterned pictures in his loft. Counting, sparked something in his mind and he made a mental know to look up her described symptoms later not wanting to push her.
“Someone like you? You mean wise, honest and straightforward?” he smirked not mentioned any thing else she might consider in her label ‘someone like her’. “Good advice is good whatever its source, you can even live by fortune cookies.” he joked.
Could he tell her where he went first? Could he relive that with a stranger? “I was in New York for a few years doing photography. Left the rez in my teens, couldn’t wait to get away I guess.” He said skipping over the why and the first whereabouts. “Then something brought me back, made me want to come back I guess. What about you? You a Forks native? Or an import?” He asked good naturedly.
Post by Katherine Morgan on Oct 9, 2009 22:03:25 GMT -5
Katherine thought about his likes for a moment. Irregular patterns seemed such a contradiction. "I dont know if much can be irregular and a pattern, but if it can...I think I'd like that too" She determined, eager to learn more about the idea. "Maybe you can point one out to me if you see it..." She said softly, not good with asking for help when most people weren't able to give it in a way she needed.
Katherine smiled as he called her wise, honest and straightforward. "Thank you for saying the nice things about me" She said knowing it was polite to thank someone for a compliment, and feeling good knowing he thought that of her. "Most people don't want to take my advice because I have autism spectrum disorder" She told him, used to giving out her disorder when she met new people as they didnt often understand her. Oddly enough this time she didnt feel forced into it by the situation as she often did. "I try to take advice from people who are higher functioning than me" she said, her eyes back on the sand and rocks.
She listened to his story of going to New York and doing photography, how he couldnt wait to get away but then came back. "Like the saying, you don't know what you have til its gone" She commented, having read it in many of her books. She thought he talked a little weird, with words like 'rez' and calling her an 'import' but she enjoyed the slang. "I was born in Seattle but we had to move to Forks because the city was too loud...you're a Quileute native?"
Post by Wyatt Brakken on Oct 10, 2009 22:04:09 GMT -5
Listening to her reasoning Wyatt had to admit she was right, been irregular kind of threw patterns out the window. He laughed out a huff more to himself then her, “You know that’s pretty true. Guess I never looked at it that way.” He said realizing he hadn’t looked at it like that. Katherine certainly made him think about it differently. “Maybe we should both look, I’m looking at it wrong and might miss it.” He suggested thinking maybe they’d have a better change finding an irregular pattern with two sets of eyes.
When she explained her disorder Wyatt nodded. “Well I have I’ve found in life that all people have some sort of disorder and the ones that admit it are usually better then the others.” he said honestly not trying to cover her disorder more just voicing his own thoughts. He could have explained what he had, but a criminal record was his own making not a disorder he was born with. “Well I wouldn’t pay too much to my advice, I’m not functioning too high at all and I don’t just mean today.” He remarked with a laugh but he was honest in his words. Wyatt never put himself high then anyone else, or would speak down to anyone.
“I didn’t know what I had til I left it. Yea.” he said liking how she put it, it made him feel less of a run away and more of a returning prodigal son. “Whoa I find New York deafening, even Forks can be loud. I like the peace and quiet here.” he smiled looking up and down the beach again. Now his camera hung at his side as he enjoyed talking with the girl. “Yep born and raised here. I used to hate been a Rez kid, now I like it.” He said with a gentle smile.
Post by Katherine Morgan on Oct 10, 2009 22:20:17 GMT -5
Katherine nodded as he suggested that they both look for the irregular patterns. She wondered what it would look like, and if it did exist somewhere in the world. Maybe a common thread woven in amongst the irregularities. "I'll try to find some for you" She said knowing if he liked them, she wanted to help him see more.
Katherine was surprised by how calmly Wyatt had reacted to her explanation of her disorder, seeming unphased by it. It was usually something that caused an immediate sense of pity, or shock and they'd try to look for the first chance to leave. It didnt bother her when they did either, because as part of her disorder she wasn't as sensitive to social norms so didn't take their actions as an insult. But his reaction still felt a bit nicer to her, something she made note of to compare it to others in the future. She didnt think that he had a disorder, at least not from what she'd seen, but he was nice in saying all people did. "You seem healthy and well functioning to me" She told him as he mentioned not thinking much of his own advice
Katherine's face grew into a smile as she listened to the man describe feeling that even Forks could be loud but liking the peace and quiet here. "Forks can be loud for me too sometimes...I tend to stay inside a lot...but I like here too, the peace and quiet even outside. You have a nice home" She said knowing she was just a visitor. "You should be proud of it, I wish I was from the reservation"
Post by Wyatt Brakken on Oct 22, 2009 12:09:33 GMT -5
Wyatt simply smiled as she offered to find some for him, he wasn’t used to such open kindness and polite offers. “Thanks, sounds like a pretty big task though now we’ve figured out there must be pretty rare.” He said with a nod as he looked down at his feet and the rocks looking for patterns in the wholly unique.
Her news didn’t phase him, in his life he’d come across far more different and rude people that didn’t have the explanation or reason she had. In fact hearing about her condition made him wish for the reliable internet connection of the big city, or even a Wifi connection for his cell phone so he could know more about it even if he never saw her again. “I’m healthy, but we all have our issues.” He said leaving it like that not elaborating on the negative past and thoughts he still had. “Lets just say some peoples issues are deeper then the skin and well hidden.” He wasn’t about ti disclose all his issues to a complete stranger not even one as nice as Katherine.
If she’d have said these things to the angry 14 year old that had been carted off the rez all those years ago, he was sure that kid would have laughed. Wyatt wasn’t that kid anymore and as he was now seeing his childhood home for the first time and through new eyes he could see the beauty in the place that she spoke about. “yea the rez is really nice.” He said knowing it must sound as if he was looking at it for the first time as a visitor, but truth was he was seeing it for the first time ever. “You wouldn’t want to be from here if you’d been here your whole life. Same people, same place.” He said with a shake of his head wondering how board he’d be of it if he had stayed instead of getting out and away.
Post by Katherine Morgan on Oct 25, 2009 21:34:30 GMT -5
"You're welcome" Katherine replied, knowing it was the socially acceptable response to thanks. "I'm not afraid of challenges. They're like puzzles or mysteries, I like them" She said not caring if it was hard to find. She didnt have much else to do in her free time. Not having any friends or places to go. As she looked down she wondered if he was only continuing this conversation to humor her. It was probably something he was doing out of politeness.
She nodded as he confirmed he was healthy, something that all of the signs that she saw pointed to. She didnt see anything physically wrong with him or behaviors that would point to emotional/behavioral problems. "My own issues are deeper than skin, my skin is fine" She said, speaking literally, though she did understand what he had meant by his statement, at least a little.
Katherine shook her head as he tried to tell her how if she lived here her whole life she wouldnt want to be from there anymore. She knew that wasn't true, it was the place that seemed to fit her the best of those she had gone to. "The same would be fine with me, I like consistency and routine, I function better with it"
Post by Wyatt Brakken on Jan 5, 2010 23:54:27 GMT -5
Everything about this girl was intriguing and puzzling to Wyatt, she seemed so calm to him but he knew that beneath her surface she was sure to be a whirl of emotion and action. He felt drawn to talk to her, curious of what she though and how the world seemed to her. The artist in him wanted to see the world as she saw it even for a moment. “I like puzzles too, mysteries not so much I’d make a terrible detective. I’d pick the wrong guy or believe a lie.” He shrugged knowing he’d tried reading detective books but never been successful with them. “Do you like to read?” he asked wondering if she read the detective books or was more of a movie girl.
“Oh my issues are buried deep, way deep.” He laughed at his own honestly knowing normally he wouldn’t claim to have any issues or baggage though he always knew it was there. “I’ll get to them someday, they’re on my to do list right there with World Hunger and walking on the moon.” he joked knowing issues were sometimes just as impossible. He wondered if he should be less literal or explain himself better, but he decided to see how she took it first.
Wyatt had never done too good with routine or consistency, he liked the freedom ever since he’d got out of juvenile hall he’d been fighting against the routine; any routine. “Nah I like to go with the flow. Maybe that’s why I like my job so much, its all spare of the moment. Catch a moment and freeze it.” he said as he snapped his camera at the rolling, angry waves. “but I guess its what ever makes you happy.” he smiled.
Post by Katherine Morgan on Jan 6, 2010 0:22:28 GMT -5
Katherine nodded as he asked her if she liked to read. It was one of her favorite hobbies, something she could do by herself and a way to get lost in another world without having to deal with the one that she didnt seem to belong in. "I like to read...I like mysteries and detective books...they always give you the evidence, even if its small so that you can figure it out like a puzzle...everything fits...real life isn't so easy to tell lies. I don't know how to, so I would probably believe the lie too" She said agreeing with his answer on that part.
She listened a bit confused as he went on to talk about his own issues and tackling world hunger and walking on the moon. "You're very ambitious" She stated unsure of if he actually had plans to do either of those things. "What kind of issues do you have? They have to be easier." She asked him openly. She didnt have the filter in her to let her know that most people would see this as an invasive question to ask of a stranger or something that they might not want to talk about. She had grown up with her issues as a part of everyday life.
"Go with the flow" She repeated thinking that meant he'd probably be moving on again soon and leaving to find other moments. She felt a little sad to know she might not see him again, knowing he was one of the nicer people she had met. She let her eyes follow the direction of the camera, staring into the waves, finding it easier to look there than at him. "So what makes you happy, would be to keep moving with the flow...like the ocean does"
Post by Wyatt Brakken on Mar 2, 2010 23:21:48 GMT -5
All the times he’d lied and believed others lies so it’d be easier for him, he hated it. His adolescence was full of lies, half truths and mistrusting. He nodded to her, though he couldn’t understand the concept of not lying, ever. Now his life was more truthful and he told the truth always, but that couldn’t erase the lies of his past. “believing the lies depends on the liar, if their good at it its easier to believe them then try to see passed it.” He said remembering the liars he’d listened to.
“Issues are issues one day and not the next. All depends on the mood and direction of the wind.” He said with a shrug and a smile, instantly her realized she’d probably take the latter as literal. “I mean it can change as easily as the direction of the wind. Right now my issues are slight, but that could change in minutes, hours or even days. I try not to let anything I have going on get me down.” Again he smiled, finding it easy to talk honestly instead of in clichés and metaphors she may take literally. He also found it strange how quickly his mind had picked up on rephrasing things for her understanding.
What would make him happy? It was a question Wyatt had been chewing over since he’d left the city. Right now the res was making him happy, home was happy. “I think for now my flow is happy here. I’m happy on the res with family and friends for now.” Though he hadn’t reconnected with his old friends, well the ones not in jail or strung out. “What makes you happy?” He wondered out loud to her.
Post by Katherine Morgan on Mar 29, 2010 12:46:45 GMT -5
"Are you good at lying?" Katherine asked him as he described the believability of different liars. She wasn't trying to judge him, or insinuate that he was lying to her now. She was more interested in how well he had developed the ability she lacked. She knew even the worst liars she'd likely believe (unless the lie countered knowledge she previously had).
She was a bit confused by his metaphor of issues and moods changing like the wind. Issues didn't just blow away. No matter which way the wind went, hers were always there. But she kept listening to his explanation, which seemed to clarify it a little more. "Maybe in hours or days your issues will be gone then...if they change like that" She had just met him but wanted him to be happy. He had been understanding of her, so she had no reason to wish anything but good things for him.
Katherine listened as he told her he was happy here with his family and friends for now. "You should make this your home then" She said thinking if this was how he felt then he shouldn't rush off to move away again, but maybe his happiness changed as much as his issues did, and in hours or days he may not be happy here anymore. She thought a moment about his question of what made her happy. Her dog used to make her happy before he died, she tried to think of what else she had now, not really having many friends like he probably did. "The beach here makes me happy...your reservation is calm. And my family make me happy like yours do"