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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 12:24:19 GMT -5
I’m so sorry I haven’t been on in forever, things have been super hectic for me and I couldn’t get a spare moment. Promise I’ll try n have something up soon)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Feb 12, 2018 13:52:56 GMT -5
{I feel you!!!! This semester is like s u p e r h a r d and it makes me want to kms. No worries though! Take your time!!!! :3}
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2018 15:14:18 GMT -5
800 years later...)
The sudden extra weight of the coat nearly knocked the spindly boy off his feet, but it felt good. He tugged it closer to his shoulders, wearing it more like a cape than anything else. He was so intent on tucking it around himself, “Thank you”, he murmured, and pulling the collars up, that he didn’t even see Marco’s arm come down around him. He felt it across his shoulders and instinctively leaned into the touch. Everett couldn’t help but notice how nearly he fit into the space, and how good it felt to be there.
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As they slowed, he shook his head ruefully, “Oh yes, Otto hasn’t stopped crying himself to sleep since you left. There are burn marks all over the place.” Everett was disappointed to have reached Powerscout, he was still smug over making Marco blush, and was tempted to try and do it again. He shivered into the extra coat, “No, come in with me.” He stamped his feet on the ground to shake some blood back into his toes and then reluctantly took his hands out of the warmth of his two coats and rapped his knuckles against the cold wood, “All jokes aside, the others will want to see you.” He rubbed his knuckles, wincing at the pain, and waited for the door to swing open.
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Even though she knew everyone needed their space, Proctor still couldn’t help herself from eavesdropping. She was worried about Everett (she was worried about EVERYONE) and when he went off on his own, she would often sit by an open window and strain, seeing if she could hear anything. Just in case. They couldn’t be taking risks.
When she heard him walking back, she also heard a familiar set of footsteps that made her sit up. So. He was back.
She pushed herself out of her chair and headed downstairs, the improvement in her mannerisms and attitude were notable: she was almost back to her old self. Bar, of course, the huge hole in the side of her head where her ear had once been, and the stiffness of her bad arm.
Everett had barely finished knocking before she swung the door open. She took it all in, the arm over the shoulder and the coat too, and raised her eyebrows sky high, “Well, well, well. Looks what the cat dragged in.”
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Feb 19, 2018 1:28:31 GMT -5
{Haha, no worries lol. This is like the busiest semester ~ e v e r ~ and I have work on the weekends so I wouldn't have had much of a chance to reply anyway.}
{Also I should apologize in advance because I'm super tired and I doubt any of my reply makes sense.}
The door practically flew open in a matter of seconds, and it nearly gave Marco a heart attack. Staring up at Proctor's face, he noticed the smug grin she was trying to hide (Upon seeing his arm around Everett), and extended his leg, discretely kicking her in the shin. Trying to act cool about it, he took his arm back (Rather reluctantly however) and spoke up, finding a quick yet true excuse. "I...didn't want him to fall or anything." He spoke with a simple shrug, even though everyone already knew how he felt about Everett. Marco was just sparing himself the embarrassment of his true feelings, he guessed. Walking past Proctor to get inside, he gave her the glare. She would know what it meant, anyway. The don't-you-dare-tell-him-anything look.
"Thanks for the warm welcome," His tone was laced with obvious sarcasm, and he stepped further inside, as far away from the door and anything else cold as possible. "Hey, would you look at that. I already thawed out, thanks to your oh-so-kind-statement." He was glad to know that she seemed well, even if he didn't say it. He still felt bad about the punch to Proctor's jaw and the knee to Val's chest, though.
Anyway, Jean caught his eye across the room, sitting tall in his chair and beaming with happiness for his return. It was at that moment he felt welcomed, and not for the first time anymore. His eyes caught sight of the others who were down there as well, equally happy to see their familiar faces. What Everett had said before Proctor came along still echoed in his mind, about Otto. Had he really missed him that much? He didn't believe it.
Anyway, he settled in once again in the chair he claimed as his own, like he had never been gone in the first place. Rubbing his cold, swollen and blackened hands together, he winced. He still wasn't warm like he hoped, but a man could dream. "So, was there anything you still wanted to say to me? About everything that I've done?" That was addressed towards Proctor, since he was the one who walked off before she had been finished lecturing him.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2018 9:49:31 GMT -5
dw it's fine ~ )
Proctor stepped out of the way as Everett and Marco entered, taking the both of them in. The temperature of the room dropped when Marco entered, something she'd forgotten about, and she did her best to ignore it as she shut the door behind them and bolted it up again. "There are plenty of things I would like to share with you, Blythe," She said dryly, "But there are children present."
Indeed, Bisera's head popped up from where she'd been lying on the sofa. The scar had faded a little, still prominent but not nearly as shocking, and her eyes looked wide and bright again. "Marco!" She exclaimed, springing up, "You're back!" She bounced over, and went straight in for a hug, regardless of the cold, "Otto said you'd been hit by a bus!"
"He did." Everett admittedly, hanging up both coats, "He said that a lot." The healer made eye contact with Proctor who knowingly and teasingly smiled at him, shaking her head ever so slightly, as if to say 'ha. gay'. That was enough to make Everett blush and she turned back to the room, her work there done, "Otto's up training, so it might not be a good idea to disturb him right now. He wasn't exactly falling over himself in sorrow when you left."
"Speaking of, where exactly did you go?"
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Feb 20, 2018 1:33:36 GMT -5
"C'mon, just tell me what you wanna tell me. You're killing me here, because I know I'll never be able to live it down if you don't." Marco groaned, resting his head on the table while his arms dangled at his sides. The exhaustion had caught up from everything he had done up until now, and he was excited to go back to an actual bed again. The boy wouldn't feel better unless they both got everything off their chests, so he waited for Proctor to speak, either out in the open, or in private. Anyway, the icy boy's body felt heavy, and his eyes had multiple bags under them. It was apparent he hadn't gotten much sleep, if any. However, Blythe immediately popped back up in his chair as he heard quick footsteps approaching him, genuinely surprised to be greeted by a hug. Through his shock, he hugged the young girl back, feeling a smile come over his face. "Haha yeah, I'm back! The one and only Marco," The boy beamed with a burst of happiness, "And I'm glad to see you're doing better. Same for everyone else! I just hope Otto is, too." After glancing around and not finding the other boy, Marco teasingly messed her hair up before she stood, with yet another grin on his face. Even though he didn't seem like the caring type, he was one to notice the little things. And Bisera's scar had worried him plenty since that day, but now he could rest easy.
"Huh, really? That's just like him," Blythe chuckled, imagining Otto trying to convince Bisera over and over that he was hit by a bus. "The only time I'll ever get hit by a bus is if I deliberately stand in front of one." It wasn't exactly a kid-friendly joke, but he accidentally let it slip. Typical Marco.
"Alright, I'll wait for him to come down here. I don't think he's gonna be too happy to see me, though." A small chuckle escaped his lips, and he leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the table and crossing his legs. His eyebrows raised at the sudden question, and the boy laughed nervously, afraid it was going to come up sooner or later.
"I went to, you know...places." Marco glanced downward, knowing full-well where he went. Was he breaking into a cold sweat? Maybe. "It's...nothing?" He stuffed both hands in his pockets, as if clinging onto something to feel if it was still there. Feeling especially awkward now that all the attention was on him, he tried to avoid eye contact with everyone. He knew they would all be curious, but it was extremely embarrassing to admit where he had gone and what he had with him. He actually looked up at Everett, as if to ask for help so he didn't have to explain anything.
But even Everett seemed a bit eager to know, and with quick thinking, he opened his smart mouth. "Enough about me, what went down while I was gone? Anything good happen?" He attempted to change the subject by turning it back to Proctor, crossing his arms.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Mar 5, 2018 3:40:18 GMT -5
{My friend did another drawing as per my request!!! Also, she told me to tell you that she accidentally used a darker color skin tone for Proctor by accident, because you never know how markers are really going to turn out. I had it done in a similar style to the other one so it would look cool when I put them side by side haha!} {Also I was wondering if everything was alright! Since it's been a while and all. No rush or anything, I know how busy life can get. ;s}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Apr 18, 2018 16:19:00 GMT -5
{Don’t mind me, just trying to keep this thread alive.}
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