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Username: MelMellyMel
Name: Nathaniel
Nickname: Nate
Gender: Male
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║╚═════════════╝ Personality
Nate is a Kalon that generally doesn't have many friends. Not because he's unlikable per se, but because he's mute. Many challenges can, and will, arise when it comes to friend making and being mute. However, aside from not being very social, Nate spends his time playing the drums. From the perspective of a mute person, music is the only real way you can let yourself be heard. Nate took up the drums for that reason, but soon found himself actually enjoying the process of learning and playing as well. Since starting, Nate has grown to love playing the drums, and uses them as an outlet for emotions. On the academic side of things, Nate is not a straight A student, neither is he a straight B student. He usually gets C's with the occasional B, despite not putting his best efforts into his school work. He's still passing, which is something he supposes. Nate aspires to be a drummer for a band someday, so he believes that getting perfect grades wouldn't benefit him anyway.
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A New Beginning
(Anything said in italics is said through sign language.)
One of the hardest things about being mute, was explaining that you were mute. Sure, most people would have an interpreter with them at most times, but not Nate. He found that having someone constantly following him to be rather annoying. However, his dislike towards translators is the exact reason he was in this current situation.
Nate was at his high school on the first day of his freshman year. As you'd expect, no one he came into contact with understood sign language. This was never a problem that crossed Nate's mind before as both his elementary school and middle school had an on campus translator for him. His high school probably would have had one too had he specified he'd need a provided translator while helping his parents fill out the registration forms. Most mute students had their own personal translators, but as aforementioned, Nate was not most mute students.
So there he was, aimlessly wandering around campus without anyway of asking where the freshman orientation was being held. Or so he thought, until a slightly taller Kalon got his attention before moving his paws into familiar gestures.
Hi, my name's Jax. I saw you were having trouble communicating through signs, and thought I could help.
Hi, Jax, I'm Nate. I am having lots of trouble. Any help would be greatly appreciated.
Okay, my first suggestion would be to head to the office with me. I can explain your situation, and see what the school can do for you.
Alright, thanks so much for your help.
The two began heading in the direction of the office, leaving behind herds of teenagers reuniting with their friends. Nate couldn't believe how lucky he was to have been found by a student who knew sign language. Had he not been, he'd still be aimlessly wandering through packs of students in hopes of stumbling upon an adult of any sort. Finding Jax really cut down his search time.
Curiosity got the better of him, and Nate tapped Jax on the shoulder. Why did you learn sign language?
My mom is deaf, I grew up learning it. Thankfully my other mom can hear and was able to teach me English as well.
Oh, that makes sense. I'm mute, not deaf, so I can hear, but I can't speak.
At that Jax came to a sudden stop. Nate eyed him questioningly. "You're meaning to tell me I could have just talked to you out loud this entire time? I feel like an idiot now for not asking." Hearing this caused a big grin to spread across Nate's face.
No, it's partially my fault, I could have told you, but I didn't. It honestly slipped my mind.
"No, it's totally okay, we got to it eventually. At least now I know. We're also here now." Jax gestured to the door to his right. Both Kalons entered with Jax leading.
"What can I do for you two gentlemen on this fine morning?" The cheery receptionist asked.
"My friend Nate here is mute, miss, but he doesn't have his own interpreter, nor has he been provided one yet." Jax explained.
"Oh, well that's just no good! I'll see what we can do to get this resolved, but we won't be able to do anything immediate. Do you know any sign language, young man?" The receptionist asked.
"Yes, I do, miss"
"Well, that's just wonderful! Could you possibly interpret for him for the first few days? The situation would be explained to your teachers of course."
"Sure, no problem. I'd love to help."
"Alright, well, hurry along then. You should still be able to get to the orientation on time."
"Right, thank you!"
With that, the two made their way out of the office toward the auditorium. Nate could only assume that Jax already knew that the orientation was taking place there. Nate thought about it, and it didn't seem like Jax was a freshman himself. He motioned to get his attention.
What grade are you in?
"I'm only a sophomore, I'm not too old. Why? Can I not pass for a freshman?" Jax asked.
You don't look confused enough to be a freshman. Nate replied. Jax let out a big laugh at that.
"I can already tell we're going to be great friends."
Cool, I've always wanted a friend.
"You've never had a friend before?"
Only acquaintances, really. It's hard to hold a friendship when someone else has to do the talking for you.
"Well, you better get used to me being around. I'm like a fly that just won't leave you alone." Jax stopped in front of the huge building that was the auditorium. "This is the auditorium. You want me to stay with you, or are you already annoyed with me?"
I don't doubt that, and you can stay if you want. It'd be helpful if you did though.
"Stay it is then." Jax concluded.
Nate had a friend. After fourteen years of life, he finally had someone his age that he could talk to without the use of a third person in the conversation. For once in his life he forgot all about being different. Because despite not being able to talk, Jax treated him the same as anyone with the ability to speak. For once in his life, Nate didn't feel like a burden.
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Blowing Some Steam
Anyone who knew Nate could tell that he was having a bad day. The crashing of symbols and the thud of drums was no doubt able to be heard within a mile radius. Each swift stomp of the kick drum's pedal, or sharp swat at the snare drum that threatened the integrity of its plastic skins, represented screams, words, that Nate couldn't voice himself. Frustration flowed through him in the form of energy that gradually left him as he continued his assault on his beloved drum kit. He didn't play any specific song, but the sounds that were being produced weren't a jumbled, cacophonous mess either. The result was somewhere in between. Teetering on the edge of being unskilled racket and a honed tune.
The longer Nate drummed the less upset he felt, and in turn his drumming diminuendoed. Even as he reached a complete stop, he couldn't stop clutching his drumsticks. He was honestly surprised they hadn't broken. It wouldn't be the first time, and I surely wouldn't be the last. He couldn't even count the amount he had already snapped in two.
As his adrenaline high settled, Nate couldn't even remember what he had been angry about in the first place. He gave a small chuckle, finally getting up to put away his drumsticks. That English essay wasn't going to write itself, and Nate was pretty sure his entire family, and the neighborhood both, had heard quite enough of his drumming for one day.
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