Birthday Blues [Open]

[Kristopher Roberts]

To be honest, this wasn't the way he pictured spending his birthday. He had envisioned it as a time to spend with his family and loved ones, to have his 19th Birthday, for the first time ever with the people that loved him (or at least tolerated him). He pictured everyone having a good time, relaxing and just having some good drinks. Spend the day and night together.

Of course, plans never go as planned. The blond boy was stuck in bed, not because of illness but because of injury. Just the other day, he had gotten lost in the woods and his ankle had been punctured rather deeply by a rogue and very sharp stick. That day and night he had spend in the woods, lost, and cold. But when Naelona had found him, the night had gotten better.

Unfortunately, unlike then, he could feel all the pain in his ankle and the throbbing pain was murder. The bandages where annoying and his foot always felt cold. Kristopher had grown restless, he had been in bed ever since he got back from the hospital to get his foot fixed. He wasn't allowed to get up, hell, he wasn't even aloud to go to the bathroom by himself!

Furthermore, the pale boy was depressed. It was his Birthday and he couldn't even get around to enjoy it! His siblings hadn't even stopped by and Augusta had to leave early, Sin stopped by for a bit and he could of lived without that!

Boy was Sin not too thrilled.

Kristopher shook his head, "Forget it! He can get mad at me all he wants!" Muttered the blond as he pushed himself up and to the side of his bed. The blond was only dressed in a long white with black long sleeved T-shirt and a pair of loose fitting sleep pants. His blond hair, as clipped off to the side.

The now nineteen year old boy reached over and carefully grabbed a pair of crutches that where against the wall and near his bed. Augusta had put them there before he left. The blond took them and placed them under his arms. He had a bit of trouble for a moment finding his balance, but that was easily corrected. Now armed with crutches he moved about his room, wondering where his socks where at right now, and what he was going to do even if he felt a bit down.

Maybe it would be easier just to steal a pair of Augusta's. Sighing he turned out of his room and started down the hall, crossing the living room. He really needed some socks. His toes where cold.

[Piper Wren]

Augusta had mentioned to Piper a week or so ago about Kristopher's birthday coming up and she wanted to do something for him...it had taken an awful lot of dithering for Piper to decide what she was actually going to do, she had a little money that Tristan had given her but scouring the market place had come to no good. Eventually she decided a birthday cake would be the best idea, icing it hadn't been easy either but it looked presentable with the white icing and blue lettering which read 'Happy Birthday Kristopher' simple but still pretty to look at...all Piper had to hope for now is that it would taste ok.

'I hope he can actually come to the door...'

Balancing the plate carefully on one arm she knocked on Kristopher's door, Piper knew he had been hurt but seeing him had been difficult, she didn't want to get in the way of him and Augusta spending time together or his brother or sister visiting. The young woman opened the door a little way and called in.

"Hey, Kris? It's me."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher only made it a bit past the kitchen where the main door was located to his dorm room when the knocking came about. It seriously surprised the blond and being surprised while on crutches, while in mid movement was not good. Kristopher had let out a startled cry and slid somewhat on his crutches. Luckily he was able to catch himself without falling or landing on his bad foot.


"Hey, Kris? It's me."

Kristopher hopped slightly on his crutches and turned to look at her, his face looking slightly shocked, embarrassed and delighted all at the same time. Too bad his heart was pounding sixty miles an hour. "Ah...ah..ah, Hey Piper!" Kristopher said with his normal bright smile, although his brow twitched slightly, more to the fact of having been scared rather then annoyed.

"Y--You scared me. Ha. ha. ha." He spoke slowly, clearly still trying to get his heart to stop beating so fast. He tilted his head at her and then moved towards the door. "Sorry I couldn't get to the door, I'm kinda slow at the moment and lets not tell Augusta I am hopping around, he would kill me." He smirked then.

[Piper Wren]

"Ah...ah..ah, Hey Piper! Y--You scared me. Ha. ha...Sorry I couldn't get to the door, I'm kinda slow at the moment and lets not tell Augusta I am hopping around, he would kill me."

Piper closed the door carefully behind her and chuckled at Kristopher's statement, drawing a finger across her lips to sign that she wouldn't say anything and glanced around for a surface to put the cake down on...the table near the bed would have to do since the south wing furniture was sparse to say the very least. When it was safely down she wandered back over to Kristopher and put an arm around his shoulders instead of a hug...she didn't want to knock the poor guy over on his birthday.

"Happy Birthday, Kris...I erm...I made a cake."

The dark haired girl gestured over to the table, she looked slightly embaressed and a faint pink flush had appeared on Piper's cheeks. It felt a little childish and silly now that she was here, maybe she should have done something else for Kristopher's birthday?

"It's nothing intricate or anything...I couldn't quite get the hang of the icing the first time."

[Kristopher Roberts]

"Happy Birthday, Kris...I erm...I made a cake. It's nothing intricate or anything...I couldn't quite get the hang of the icing the first time."

Kristopher smiled brightly, "Cake?" He asked and then looked at the cake with gleaming eyes. The boy loved sweets, he had a sweet tooth from hell! "Ah, that's sweet of you, thank you. It looks rather nice, Piper and I am sure it taste just as good." he chuckled then and balanced himself on his crutches as he then blushed a bit.

"I would hug you, but that is rather diffcult right now and I don't want to fall over." He muse. "But I do love that cake, oh would like to come and sit down? Augusta should be back soon and everything."

"If he remembered my birthday...hell if anyone else even did." Thought the blond a bit sadly. "Nineteen...only two more years left and I won't grow anymore...I hope I can at least grow a few inches before then."

[Piper Wren]

Cake? Ah, that's sweet of you, thank you. It looks rather nice, Piper and I am sure it taste just as good. I would hug you, but that is rather diffcult right now and I don't want to fall over. But I do love that cake, oh would like to come and sit down? Augusta should be back soon and everything."

Piper smiled at Kristopher when he blushed, it was nice to see he was happy about the effort she had gone to over the cake...especially with the mess she had gotten herself in earlier, it had taken her an hour to realise she had a smudge of cake batter on her cheek, and wondered what people had been giggling at when she had made her way back to her own room to change before going to see Kristopher. At the mention of Augusta the young woman noticed something in Kristopher's eyes, he suddenly looked a little sad. She perched on the edge of Kristopher's bed and looked at her friend, concern visible in her face.

"What's wrong?"

They hadn't had another fight had they? Or perhaps Augusta hadn't remembered it was Kristopher's birthday, how could he not? It seemed so unlike Augusta! Piper fiddled with the fabric of her sleeve out of habit...but then she remembered something else about Wonderland. Every birthday brought you closer to twenty one...where you ceased to age altogether. Some might think that would be a wonderful thing to stay young forever, but here...it was a depressing thought.

[Kristopher Roberts]

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh." Kristopher looked down for a moment as he remained standing, he did not feel like sitting or even laying down. He had been doing that for far to long and felt good to be on his feet, even if he would get a lecture out of this later on.

"Nothing is wrong Piper, I was jus tthinking about things. You know birthday and all." He chuckled and waved away the tenison in the room. "Ah, don't worry about it, its my big day and so we can't have any ill thoughts and the like now can we? Cause that would make me depressed and a depressed Kristopher Roberts is not fun at all."

Big words, but he did wonder if Augusta remembered. He hoped he did, hell he hoped his family did. But if not, then it wasn't a big deal...Piper remembered and they had cake too. A smile moved across his lips, "Should we have some cake now or later?" He chuckled.

(pardon the crap post.)

[Augusta Davingoun]

(( mwahahaha I'm a thread NINJA! ))


Oh no.

Augusta was not that dumb.

He would never forget the blond boys birthday. Ever.

That doesn't mean he didn't have a Hell of a hard time trying to find something for Kristopher. He would love to just walk in and give himself as a gift. But Kris was on crutches, and giving you body away as a gift wasn't really socially appropriate...

Maybe next year.

Augusta had sneaked out of the dorm, after telling Kristopher to stay in bed, and did his morning run (yes, through the snow). He then went to the market to see if he could find anything worthwhile. His watches always sold very high. And the watch he was holding would get him anything he wanted. It was the watch, it was Augy's watch. Not just any crappy old one, it was the one he had taken from the real world. The one Kris commented on when they first met. His sacred watch.

But no material thing he owned was more important the Kristopher's happiness. He'd give away the clothes off his back to see the sickly boy smile. How romantic of him. But when he traded his watch, he got the best gift he could think of. He wrapped the two items delicately in a box, and started returning home.

"Should we have some cake now or later?"

He didn't expect Piper to be there, but when he opened he door he wasn't really paying attention. He said lightly, " I'm home..." and then pulled off his thick black boots. He shrugged off his leather jacket and red scarf, and hid the box carefully so nobody could see it. He walked to his room, closed the door, and stayed in there for a good two minutes.