Let's change the subject

I don’t watch TV that much. Books are okay. I just don’t have the patience. It was always doing something to do to be distracting. Physically at least. All my normal things are lacking lately.

That sounds awesome though. Why did you leave them if you didn’t want too? Well, I didn’t want to leave my sister. Home may have sucked but it was home. Why wouldn’t you family want to be around you? That doesn’t make any sense.

NAME: March Hare AGE: 20 STUDENT TEACHES: English Literature FACE CLAIM: Matt Smith STATUS: Taken

BIOGRAPHY →

March Hare has always been odd, with an odd sense of humour, odd sense of style and an odd personality. As a child, March’s parents just thought he was different with his spectacular knowledge and interest in words and books – locking himself in his room, his childhood spent reading books aimed at children twice his age. Usually a child with this intellect would be shy and quiet, which made March’s parents click that their son wasn’t quite right. March’s mouth just wouldn’t stop going, rambling on and on until he had to intervene with physical harm to himself – slapping, punching himself - March’s parents couldn’t watch this happen to their son so March was diagnosed with a mental disorder at the age of 7 and scheduled to compulsory psychotherapy to help ease the intensity of his condition.

Through his teenage life, March’s insanity and intellect alienated him from his peers – his mouth spewing his thoughts, offending everyone he spoke to without meaning to. His only friends were his books and his brother as he grew up; he never stayed in a school for quite long enough to make any real friends before being transferred due to bullying. Without his life being difficult enough, March dropped out of college when his mother died – his mental condition worsened, blaming himself.

March spent months moping around in his home, too afraid to go to college, too afraid to do anything – his confidence sliding and his insanity growing. March’s father and brother didn’t know how to coax him back out of his shell, but his Psychiatrist did. A programme aimed for troubled young people called Disney Study Abroad. They were unsure, sending their bully-prone son on a ship around the world on his own might not be a good idea. But March loved the idea, foreign lands with beautiful cultures – just like a book. Pushing the idea of being singled out because of his abnormality to the back of his mind, March signed up for the study abroad program willing to learn to teach about the books that his life revolves around and meeting people who may be in a similar boat to him, metaphorically and literally…

CHARACTERISTICS  →

Friendly - if you’re not judgemental or scared away by March’s forward approach in conversation, March is a perfectly pleasant human being who would do anything to keep a friendship alive. His spontaneous ideas surely would anyway – teaparties, games, utter craziness. If you’re lucky enough to get close enough to March, he’d be a friend for life through thick and thin.

Awkward - his Tourettes that cause his uncontrollable tongue has been with March for the entirety of his life, it’s no wonder he is nervous whenever he is approached by a stranger or a possible future friend – his mouth and mind usually corrupt all chances of a friendship so his nervous persona was bound to arise from the pure randomness of his brain and tongue.

Some days I wish I had that problem. It sucks to just be by yourself and not even have your mind to drown out everything. Everything else just becomes external noise that is easy to tune out.

  You can't help but being yourself, you know no other self to be. I never really fit in with any extra curricular activities outside of my home - because myself is not a character that ordinary people associate themselves with. So books and TV are a good past time for me, immersing my mind into their worlds for a brief amount of time.

I don't know the meaning of the word silence, everything is loud all the time; my surroundings, my mouth, my mind. Always ticking, always shouting. Loudly.

Silence? I think it's louder here than the ship, the horrendously busy streets and people and shops and pools and strangers. But tell you everything, my darling girl, I could keep you here for years with my uttermost rambling. Maybe specify your everything, dear. 

It had seemed like lifetimes since they had last made port somewhere. And Tia was more than happy to get off the ship as fast as she could. Near water she was happy, the smell of it, the sight of it, the motion rocked her to sleep most nights and the slight breeze of it was a welcomed comfort to her when she was on deck. 

But the atmosphere of the ship itself was becoming too much and she needed a change. And so she was ecstatic to pack her bags to move to the hotel further inland. She almost stumbled over her own feet when she stepped off the boat  because of course land didn’t roll in waves. It took her a moment to get her feet back under her to get herself to be able to walk in a straight line without leaning to the side. By the time they all had been dropped off at the hotel, she had regained herself and was shooting inside long enough to get her key and find her room.

Ooh, the place was nice; or at least she thought so fleetingly as she was flying through the main lobby and up the stairs and down the halls, her key in her fingers. She wanted to find her room so she had an idea of where she was before she took off wandering around. She didn’t exactly have a place in mind. She was content to wander around and seeing what this new place had to offer. It had to be better than being on that ship for days on end with no escape. A shame the past few weeks had felt like that. Perhaps instead she’d find some way to a beach and spend some time there to get reacquainted with the water she so dearly loved.

Tying her hair back enough to get it out of her face and to change her shirt, she pocketed her key, being careful to put it in the empty pocket, and was out the door, retracing her steps and coming out to the main lobby, she stopped, peering through the windows of the lobby to see which way she should go if any way at all. 

But when she turned around, thinking she could decide when she was outside, she caught sight of someone that delighted her more than the prospect of the new place and she carefully came up beside them and nudged him with her hip. 

As he left the ship, the heatwave was more like a tidal wave of sweat and so March rushed to the hotel where there was a definite source of cooling - air conditioning. How he worshiped it on this program. Knowing he couldn't wear his usual attire of wacky suits and shirts in this climate, he begrudgingly changed in his room into black camo-styled shorts and a cotton t shirt. "Not enough clothes." March grumbled to himself as he looked at himself in the head-to-toe mirror. Popping his sunglasses on, he looked at himself again. "Looking tanned all ready, old boy." As the brown-tint in his glasses coloured his ghostly skin.