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Post by Ice on Jul 27, 2017 21:15:02 GMT -5
Thanks for checking in, Min, and we completely understand!
I hope your recovery goes well, mine wasn't too fun. Be sure to drink lots of smoothies/milkshakes! c:
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Post by bladeio on Jul 27, 2017 23:07:05 GMT -5
Beckett watched as Jonah walked over to the refrigerated section, grabbing an energy drink and a bag of pretzels. Huh. Bec thought, not pegging Jay for a pretzel type of guy, at least not the crisps kind; he seemed more like a soft pretzel. He followed in close proximity to Jonah, but made sure not to stand too close least he make Jonah uncomfortable- the guy already looked disgruntled. Bec didn't want to make it worse, if he could help it. He wasn't expecting Jonah to turn around and hand him the bag of pretzels. Well, more like throw, but it was still nice. Bec couldn't remember a time when he had said that he liked pretzels, and it wasn't like he bought any himself. Talking to the cashier would've been too much for him, and he'd rather go hungry than deal with it. "Thanks." Bec said to Jonah as he hurried after, not wanting to be left behind in the store. He opened the bag and held it out for Jay to take some, walking alongside him. After a few minutes, Bec halted, rather abruptly, and turned toward Jonah. A serious look took over his face and he restlessly rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground for most of the time before back at Jonah. "Uh, I have something to tell you. It's about... A while ago. Um, when we- the group, I mean-" His voice was still rather quiet despite the lack of people around them. "When we were still in New York, you were out in the woods, talking, and what you didn't know was that I was there too... And, uh.." Beckett glanced away multiple times as he spoke, folding his arms over his chest then letting them hanging at his side repeatedly, his behavior dripping of his uncomfortable nature. "I mean it's not like you could've known, it's not your fault," Beckett continued, trying to find the right words. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would help him. "What I'm trying to say is... I know how you feel about this trip. And... It's okay. You don't need to feel like, everything's on your back, 'cause it's not. It's on everyone's and I..." He stopped talking for a few moments, digging his foot into the ground. "I don't know what I'm trying to say." He mumbled with a slow exhale. "I guess? I understand, and I'm here for you." He folded his arms again."We all are!" Bec added quickly, gesturing to nothing with his hand. His face was flushed. Jonah took a couple pretzels and smiled - not one of the grins he typically gave to reassure Beckett, or the sheepish ones he flashes when awkward silences roll in - but a softer sort of smile, down at his pretzels like he forgot for a minute Bec was watching. It was nice of him to offer. They had nearly made it back to the van when Beckett stopped in his tracks, causing Jonah to halt a moment later, turning to face him. "...Y-yeah?" Jonah asked when Beckett hesitated. Was something wrong? What in the world could Beckett need to get off his chest? The silence made Jonah as nervous as Beckett looked. But then he started speaking and Jonah's expression went stony. Who spies on someone like that? Was Beckett that mouse? He felt a flash of embarrassment and his face was turning pink when Beckett pressed on. When he did, Jonah's face went red for another reason. He felt blindsided by the honesty from Beckett - the warmth in the statement that Jonah wasn't alone, the effort bringing it up took. He knew it was hard for Beckett to speak to people like that and Jonah ... he was touched that he managed to do it anyway. Jonah didn't know where he stood with Beckett, and his feelings toward the guy often contradicted themselves from hour to hour, but never for a second did Jonah think Beckett felt anything but mild dislike in return. But he must've cared, at least enough to say what he did. And the way he flushed and ducked his head and looked everywhere but where Jonah wanted him to, it made his own heart seem to beat out of step, and in a flash of unwanted clarity Jonah realized that he wanted ... well, that he wanted.
"The others might be back by now," Jonah said, choking a bit on the words. In the same instant, his face noticeably turned a deep shade of red, and a beat passed before he turned on his heel and powerwalked away. "They might start worrying if we take longer, you know?" His voice was more controlled, too controlled, and he didn't turn back to look at Beckett, opting instead to run away powerwalk with increased fervor. Jonah didn't acknowledge his kind words, or voice how he deeply he appreciated Bec saying them at all. Like, obviously. How could he even begin?
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Post by bladeio on Jul 27, 2017 23:19:18 GMT -5
min i feel you! my problem too was kinda getting smacked with life and putting this on the backburner, coupled with little inspiration. But we'll always be around to chat during dry spells and i know that if inspiration strikes you again all you need to do is hmu and I'll come running to rp more!! no worries, be patient and kind to yourself. we're here for you. and I'd be down to rp this weekend if you're up to it! just let me know! I really hope things get more manageable soon. <3 and ugh I was such a baby when i had my wisdom teeth removed - it took me forever to start eating hard foods again b/c i was afraid :///
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Post by bladeio on Jul 27, 2017 23:49:52 GMT -5
hey brook, i'm gonna respond with naj tomorrow after work - i was gonna tonight but it got really late ): sorry!
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Post by brook on Jul 28, 2017 15:53:43 GMT -5
idk if we'll get the chance to rp the jonah/brooke Talk but tbh i really want to
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Post by bladeio on Jul 28, 2017 16:07:51 GMT -5
GOD YEAH ME TOO
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Post by bladeio on Jul 28, 2017 20:15:42 GMT -5
Tristan was sitting cross-legged outside his cabin. It was an awkward look for a very tall, lanky eighteen year old, but it was comfortable. He spent a lot of time in the courtyard these days, where he was easily accessible and could leap into action in seconds. His bow and his bag, full of medical supplies and other odds and ends, rested beside him. He spent the rest of his time patrolling and having arguments with other head counsellors about defense strategies. In comparison, this wasn't so bad, even if the sun was beating down on him with ferocity. He wiped the sweat off his brow and absently traced the shape of the stitches along his jaw. Waverly had already been annoyed at him for messing with them, but was a demigod - he had to fiddle with something. He took some satisfaction in knowing the hellhound who'd gotten the jump on him was a pile of dust now. Court had been the one to take it down, of course. It'd be replaced by another hound tomorrow, though. The waves of monsters were relentless. It seemed like Khaos had a sadistic streak. He sighed. How long had it been since he'd watched a movie? Or spent time with Courtney and Andrew while not also fending off the Underworld's denizens? He didn't like to complain, but man.n Najma's scarf matched her shirt, so you knew she was having a rough time. A fan of loud, clashing colors, she was so tired from training the past few nights she just threw on whatever that morning, and to her grave misfortune, it happened to be stylish. But she found that she didn't care so much, as her sore legs throbbed and she trudged along to the Apollo cabin. The biggest chimera she'd seen in her life had caught her alone about a week ago, cracked her ribs and left a nasty bruise down her flank. She fought it off, and ambrosia healed most of it, but anyone who paid attention knew something was still off. She didn't cry so much anymore. Najma stopped at the base of the cabin steps when she finally noticed Tristan. She let her quiver fall off her shoulder and her bow to the ground, and she stared for a moment, quiet, then, "I still can't hit anything." Najma said it with little emotion, at least for her, with the obvious implicit question: what do I do?
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Post by Ice on Jul 28, 2017 21:00:16 GMT -5
Jonah took a couple pretzels and smiled - not one of the grins he typically gave to reassure Beckett, or the sheepish ones he flashes when awkward silences roll in - but a softer sort of smile, down at his pretzels like he forgot for a minute Bec was watching. It was nice of him to offer. They had nearly made it back to the van when Beckett stopped in his tracks, causing Jonah to halt a moment later, turning to face him. "...Y-yeah?" Jonah asked when Beckett hesitated. Was something wrong? What in the world could Beckett need to get off his chest? The silence made Jonah as nervous as Beckett looked. But then he started speaking and Jonah's expression went stony. Who spies on someone like that? Was Beckett that mouse? He felt a flash of embarrassment and his face was turning pink when Beckett pressed on. When he did, Jonah's face went red for another reason. He felt blindsided by the honesty from Beckett - the warmth in the statement that Jonah wasn't alone, the effort bringing it up took. He knew it was hard for Beckett to speak to people like that and Jonah ... he was touched that he managed to do it anyway. Jonah didn't know where he stood with Beckett, and his feelings toward the guy often contradicted themselves from hour to hour, but never for a second did Jonah think Beckett felt anything but mild dislike in return. But he must've cared, at least enough to say what he did. And the way he flushed and ducked his head and looked everywhere but where Jonah wanted him to, it made his own heart seem to beat out of step, and in a flash of unwanted clarity Jonah realized that he wanted ... well, that he wanted.
"The others might be back by now," Jonah said, choking a bit on the words. In the same instant, his face noticeably turned a deep shade of red, and a beat passed before he turned on his heel and powerwalked away. "They might start worrying if we take longer, you know?" His voice was more controlled, too controlled, and he didn't turn back to look at Beckett, opting instead to run away powerwalk with increased fervor. Jonah didn't acknowledge his kind words, or voice how he deeply he appreciated Bec saying them at all. Like, obviously. How could he even begin? Beckett slowly nodded. "Okay... Good talk." He mumbled the last part as he watched Jonah turn and start to walk off. Bec waited a few moments before following Jonah, his mind turning to what Jay had said about the group possibly waiting for them back at the van. He wiped his face with his sleeve, hoping that he still didn't look like he had been crying or in any way distressed. It was hard to tell with the lack of reflective surfaces, so Bec only hoped that his wish would come through. Or that no one would say anything, at least, if he did look like he had been crying.
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Post by bladeio on Jul 28, 2017 21:15:02 GMT -5
god i love bec
i feel like we've reached a natural conclusion, yeah?
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Post by Ice on Jul 28, 2017 21:17:26 GMT -5
uh, yeah. i dont see where we could go from there
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Post by bladeio on Jul 28, 2017 21:47:41 GMT -5
yup lmao
good rp buddy 10/10 v gay
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Post by Ice on Jul 30, 2017 18:38:06 GMT -5
phew finally home
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Post by bladeio on Jul 31, 2017 20:21:03 GMT -5
YALL i'm so tired and it's like 9pm why ):
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Post by Ice on Jul 31, 2017 21:02:41 GMT -5
i hate writing thank you cards
i never know what to say and then when i write something down and ask opinions everyone hates what ive written and i have to start all over
and i hate these ugly blank cards my family owns. would it really kill the budget to invest in some nice thank you cards?
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Post by brook on Jul 31, 2017 21:11:07 GMT -5
realizing that brooke actually isnt in a relationship with levi or jo has given me the freedom to like. crackship her with a lot of people. im so blessed
oh god ice i hate writing and receiving cards, it's horrible
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Post by brook on Jul 31, 2017 21:22:20 GMT -5
the Semi-awaited for / half promised ice i want u 2 know this is my favorite thing uve ever drawn and it is currently On My Wall
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Post by Ice on Jul 31, 2017 21:30:49 GMT -5
the only stamps my family has are ugly, christmas ones
its summer. im not sending a card with some weird holiday stamp
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Post by Ice on Jul 31, 2017 21:31:16 GMT -5
the Semi-awaited for / half promised ice i want u 2 know this is my favorite thing uve ever drawn and it is currently On My Wall you need to send me a picture of your wall!
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Post by bladeio on Jul 31, 2017 23:02:07 GMT -5
i love crack ships give me a crack ship and i'll make a moodboard for it rn i s2g
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Post by bladeio on Jul 31, 2017 23:11:07 GMT -5
honestly i just wanna make 100 moodboards
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Post by brook on Jul 31, 2017 23:44:31 GMT -5
seriously any relatively similarly aged character who's interested in girls i'll ship with brooke, im versatile like that.
tbh andrew/isaac is like the most hilarious crack pairing uve ever come up with blade. like, first he goes for court, then her boyfriend, then her brother
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Post by bladeio on Aug 1, 2017 10:30:57 GMT -5
that was 110% of the appeal my guy. andrew please chill for like 5 seconds
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Post by Ice on Aug 1, 2017 13:47:04 GMT -5
i hate getting up in the morning
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Post by Ice on Aug 1, 2017 13:47:34 GMT -5
and now apparently its going to get up into the triple digits for heat today until sunday
yay
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Post by brook on Aug 1, 2017 19:13:59 GMT -5
this is my favorite gif in the entire world bc it's basically applicable to everything that goes on in my life ever
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Post by Ice on Aug 2, 2017 19:04:06 GMT -5
lmao im so dead
whenever my dad calls home from work I usually pick up the phone and go "[My moms name]'s answering service" and when my dad asks to speak with my mom I respond "Transferring your call"
and I just accidentally said that to the vet when she asked for my mom. like i originally just said 'hi, do you want to speak with [my moms name]" and i just kinda blurted out the rest when she replied
im terrible i wish people would stop asking me to answer phones gods im embarrassed.
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Post by Ice on Aug 3, 2017 15:50:31 GMT -5
ugh theres so much smoke from canada here
so muggy
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Post by brook on Aug 4, 2017 2:57:54 GMT -5
ugh theres so much smoke from canada here so muggy wait where are you
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