The sky is a chart.

Kevin shook his head. He just couldn’t process what he was being told right now. “I’m really trying to understand you, buddy, but it just seems so illogical to me.” He kept his eye out for more dangers, unsure why he was protective of Steve. This was beyond wanting to redeem himself, this was feeling he must follow and protect Steve because of the authority the other had shown. Kevin was looking for someone to follow. He was lost.

“Being able to walk is one of the most fundamental skills we have. Things are so much easier when you can walk. If, painful, for some…” He clamped a hand over a loose part of his brace, trying to push the rod back into place as the whole thing loosened around his leg. “Why is it that she can’t walk? A condition from birth must have been painful, taxing, expensive…life would have been easier for all if she could walk. Now we can’t change the past, yet, but we could have made the future easier. I just…I’m not trying to start a fight, I just really don’t understand.” he was grunting with effort now, paying most of his attention to his legs.

             Steve Carlsberg exhaled in a short gust between his lips. He put a hand on Kevin’s upper back to help steady him, almost instinctive, and found himself without any tension left at all except for the fear that drove him to find his daughter, the adrenaline and fire in his blood.

              “It’s called spina bifida,” Steve answered solemnly, his voice focused, his eyes searching. “And it was all three of those things. But Janice is real tough, an’ she lives a full life. She does ballet, and softball, an’ she’s into engineering… She’s just, she’s just all around a really amazin’ person. She doesn’t let not bein’ able to walk stop her.”

               He reached a building that seemed to be of particular interest to him, but he stopped and looked at Kevin first. He noticed the broken brace, and frowned.

                “Kevin… If you really think that not bein’ able to walk makes ya broken, then what does that mean for you?” 

   “I guess it means I’m broken.” Kevin admitted freely. He couldn’t walk without aid any more, that meant something was wrong with him, he wasn’t a whole person. Even with these thoughts in his head, his face kept on smiling. 

He concentrated instead on all the things that Janice was doing. It surely was admirable, she was making something of herself. Maybe walking wasn’t entirely important after all…

          He sighed, working as quickly as he could, brows furrowed and eyes focused. “You aren’t broken, you know. You just have a handicap. There’s nothing wrong with that. I don’t know how t’ convince you of that, but it’s true. Really it is.”

          He cursed the fact that he didn’t have so much as a screwdriver to help, but he hoped that what he could do would be enough. At the very least, he wanted Kevin to be able to walk a little easier. It couldn’t be easy with the braces in this state; now that he thought about it, it must be pretty painful.

   He was right about one thing though, he needed to be able to walk at a much faster pace if he wanted to keep up. So he let Steve work. He had to help, he had to do something. He wanted to redeem himself, right?

Their looks

Their personality

And who they are to my muse

Janice Palmer having a crush on Tamika Flynn.

Janice Palmer having a family that accepts she likes both sexes.

Janice Palmer with a gay uncle who scolds anyone who dares tell her she needs to ‘pick a side’ or that she’s ‘basically straight’.

Janice Palmer with a goofy dad that is equally warm and embarrassing in front of both girls and boys she brings over.

Janice Palmer with a protective mother who makes sure neither boys nor girls sleep in the same room as her (even though she secretly doesn’t mind if they sneak in later).

Janice Palmer being hella bisexual and nobody tries to erase the fact she also likes the same sex even if she dates the opposite sex and vice versa.

Janice: How do you know I didn’t do them?