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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 13, 2019 23:17:55 GMT -5
(I'll post two starters so yall can pick who you wanna reply to :) )
Miller was one of the first ones to board the plane. She wasn't usually on time, but she was so excited to go on this trip of a life time, that she had gotten there early because she simply couldn't wait. Not only would this would be both her first time out of the country, but it would also be her first time on a plane in almost ten years. When she was 9 years old, her father had died in a plane crash, and ever since, her mother had forbid her from flying anywhere--hence why they had road tripped all over the US as opposed to the quicker option of flying. Of course, Miller knew the statistics. The chances of her being in a plane crash were way lower than the chances of her being in a car crash. But her mother didn't care. She refused to let her daughter fly anywhere. Until now. And it had taken lots of convincing to even talk her mom into letting her go. Miller had assured her mother that she would be fine, but underneath her excitement, there was still a tinge of fear lingering. But she would try to ignore it.
As she stepped onto the plane, Miller chose a spot towards the back of the small, 16 passenger plane. On each side of the aisle, there were two seats, so she plopped down in the window seat and got settled. She had been told that once everyone had arrived, the host and the pilot would board and meet the group. But until then, she had some time to kill.
Glancing down at her phone--a grey flip phone that had seen its better days--she checked the time. 2:12. They were set to take off at 3:00, but they had said to arrive early. But apparently she was just a little too early. But suddenly, she heard someone else get on the plane, and she glanced up, shooting a smile their way. Giving them a small wave, she said, "Hey! I'm Miller."
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 13, 2019 23:18:25 GMT -5
(haha ok! sleep well)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 13, 2019 23:22:28 GMT -5
(cool, I'll get a response up when I wake
Also I'll finish my forms for the other rp hopefully today)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 13, 2019 23:25:56 GMT -5
(ok! take your time :) )
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 13, 2019 23:31:27 GMT -5
Reuben walked towards the small plane that would be taking them on the "trip of a lifetime!", with his duffel bag slung casually over his shoulder and his chin held high. He had a confident ease about him, as if he could walk into any room, and automatically be recognized as social royalty. After all, he was the starting quarterback at his school. And though none of these students from other colleges would know that, he would make sure it wasn't long before they did.
Taking the steps two at a time, Reuben paused at the front of the plane, letting his dark eyes scan the crowd already boarded with a smirk as he passed judgment on all the other passengers. After a few seconds, his eyes landed on one individual, whom he deemed worthy of his presence. Striding down the aisle, he stopped in front of them, and gave them his charming grin. "Mind if I sit here?"
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 13, 2019 23:54:11 GMT -5
(Let's say they're leaving from the Atlanta Airport, and they don't know how or why they were chosen... *insert spooky music*)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 0:09:58 GMT -5
(ok! feel free to respond to either post :) )
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on May 14, 2019 0:28:04 GMT -5
Magic Rising ~ * ~ * ~ Magic couldn’t decide which part of this trip was better: that he was finally out from under Flint’s thumb, or that he was seeing so many new places and things to photograph.
Who was he kidding? It was definitely the new material.
There were many beautiful places to photograph within driving distance back home, but Magic had been to most of them many times, and while the landscape was almost never the same from visit to visit, it was still nice to have new canvases laid out for him everywhere. Plus, he didn’t know when he would be able to do something like this again, so that added to the appeal.
Magic had been at the designated airport for almost an hour, taking in the sights and capturing some of the more stunning ones on camera. He’d almost forgotten what he was actually there for until a clock passed through his camera lens (he was currently watching the world through it) and he realized he needed to get to the plane before he was late.
With the familiar reluctance he felt every time he put his cameras away, Magic tucked his Nikon Z 7 into its case. He slipped the case strap over his shoulder, bent to pick up his worn but sturdy hiking bag, and draped that over his shoulder as well. Then he set off for the plane.
It didn’t take long to find it, as he’d already spied it from inside. He slipped silently past those milling around outside, but his entrance onto the plane, however, did not go unnoticed. He stopped, startled, when the girl seated nearby introduced herself. Magic had met many forward people before, but he never seemed to get used to it.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, hi. I’m… Magic.” He tried not to flinch at the pause before his name. He was always hesitant to give it out. It was unusual, and people either asked endless questions about why his mother chose to name him “Magic,” or they decided to make fun of him for it like eighth graders. There was no in between.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 0:38:42 GMT -5
Miller smiled when she heard his name. How unusual! She loved it. "Great to meet you, Magic! Want to sit by me?" She asked, nodding to the empty seat next to her. He seemed shy, but that was okay. Miller loved getting to know shy people. They were often the ones who had the best personalities. Shifting her body so she was facing him, Miller pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "So, where are you from?"
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on May 14, 2019 0:57:15 GMT -5
Magic Rising ~ * ~ * ~ Magic opened his mouth to respond, but promptly shut it again. This was... different. First, she didn't comment on his name... at all. Then she offers to let him sit with her? Magic wasn't a loner; at least, he didn't see himself as one. He had never had a problem keeping his own company, but he wasn't against being around others either. They just tended to avoid him, and he had never bothered to try and bridge that gap - a gap he was pretty sure he was the cause of, though he wasn't positive what he was doing to cause it.
Realizing he still hadn't responded, Magic gave a mental shake and gingerly sat down beside her. He set his pack on his feet and his camera case on his lap. "Canada," he answered. "Oh, and it's nice to meet you too."
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 1:05:53 GMT -5
"Wait, seriously? That's so cool! What part? I've always wanted to go to Canada," Miller replied, her face lit up. It was one of her life goals to go to Banff National Park. She had seen it on a travel show as a kid and it was now at the top of her bucket list. Plus, several of her favorite tv shows were Canadian.
Glancing down at his the case in his lap, Miller raised her eyebrows and added, "Oh, are you a photographer?" If Magic was a photographer, then maybe they did have more in common than it seemed he wanted to believe. Because, at least to her, photography was as much of an art form as painting.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 1:32:48 GMT -5
Miller could tell that photography was obviously something Magic was very passionate about. She loved finding out about people's passions. Playing with the her turquoise necklace, she tilted her head. "That's awesome. I am a creative myself. I love to paint, and want to do art therapy as a career. What are some of your favorite things to photograph?"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 1:36:10 GMT -5
[this might be bad and/or short]
Perri hadn’t really put much care or thought into her seat on the plane, because after all what difference does it make? The girl had taken a seat close to the front of the plane, leaving the aisle seat next to her free.
She was dressed in casual but comfortable clothes, just jeans and a dark green t-shirt, and her blonde hair was a high ponytail. She wanted to dress comfortably for the flight, but she’d packed some clothes more suited to outdoor activities in her bag, since she assumed they’d do at least some stuff like that. She just couldn’t be happier to get away and do something different for once. Getting out of Texas was a blessing in itself in some ways.
The girl saw a boy approach her and stop in front of her. He seemed like the jock type, they were generally pretty easily spotted just by their demeanour and nothing else. He asked Perri if he could sit with her. Generally she didn’t like people and preferred to sit on her own, but in this situation she figured she’d be with this group for a while so she might as well make some kind of social effort.
“Be my guest,” she responded with a slight nod towards the seat next to her
Once he’d taken his seat and gotten settled in, she looked over to him.
“I’m Perri,” she said by way of an introduction
She was doing Law, she was meant to have good communication skills, but apparently not so much. She just wasn’t a people person. Luckily for Perri, it seemed like this boy was and so he might be a little easier to talk to. God knew that having two people who were shy or loners trying to talk to one another was excruciating.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 1:44:20 GMT -5
Quite literally the second she agreed to let him sit, Reuben had sat down, and dropped his bag in the middle of the aisle. The girl he had chosen was, of course, attractive. He wouldn't have asked to sit by her if she wasn't. Though he seemed to get the idea that perhaps she wasn't the socialite blonde he had assumed she would be as soon as she spoke.
"Perri? Like the platypus?" He replied, with a laugh, giving her a wink before introducing himself. "I'm Reuben. Reuben Reynolds. Starting quarterback at Alabama. Roll Tide, am I right?" he added, makng sure that the entire plane could hear his "Roll Tide".
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 1:49:11 GMT -5
Miller grinned at his clarification. "Ah, so I'm guessing you're not a fan of the classic white girl fake candid photoshoots, then?" She teased, thinking about how almost all of the candids people posted on social media fell into the category he had just shamed. That was, of course, why she chose to obstain from all things social media. She didn't do fake. Pursing her lips, Miller said, "Well, you have my full permission to take cool pictures of me on the trip. I have maybe five actual photos of myself, most of which are from when I was a baby," she told him with a laugh.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on May 14, 2019 1:59:31 GMT -5
Magic Rising ~ * ~ * ~ Magic's attention was momentarily caught by one of the other boarders raising his voice, but since he had no idea what 'roll tide' meant, he dismissed him and turned back to Miller. "No, definitely not," he agreed. He tried to avoid taking pictures of girls at all. He always got permission first, but a lot of the time, the girl's boyfriend did not appreciate it. He was a bit surprised by Miller's easy permission. "Really? Why?" After a pause, he clarified, "Why don't you have any pictures of yourself, I mean." Although he was curious why she would let him take pictures of her too. She didn't know him. For all she knew, he used the pictures for nefarious things.
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 2:03:43 GMT -5
(OMG I JUST REALIZED THAT YALL BOTH ARENT FROM THE US AND THUS DONT KNOW ROLL TIDE)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 2:06:47 GMT -5
Miller shrugged. “My mom and I both hate technology. I only have this,” she held up her flip phone, “and not only can t not take selfies, but it also takes really crappy photos to begin with. So I just don’t have many of myself. I also don’t have any social media, so I really don’t have any reason to have photos of myself. What would I do with them?” She asked with a laugh. “I mean, I love to look at cool photos, but like I said, I have no where to put them, unless they are developed or something.”
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 2:13:26 GMT -5
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 2:16:32 GMT -5
(Ah I figured it was a cheer of some description but that’s helpful, thanks! xD I’ll work on responses for everything now)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 2:20:21 GMT -5
(it is not just a cheer. It is THE cheer. Interchangeable with “hello” “how are you” or “I love you”)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 2:21:15 GMT -5
Hahahahaha amazing XD)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 2:22:11 GMT -5
(We Alabamians take football VERY seriously. There are two rival teams and literally people will take their toddlers on college tours because you either go to Alabama (ROLL FREAKING TIDE) or auburn (war eagle), but it’s a generational thing. You go where your family goes. If you don’t you are essentially disowned)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 14, 2019 2:24:02 GMT -5
That is extremely intense XD There are rival football teams here in the UK but it’s not that deep. It’s mainly just drunken brawls between the fans or something)
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Post by 𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇 on May 14, 2019 2:35:26 GMT -5
(my brother might go to auburn, and I might throw hands. His stupid girlfriend is trying to convert him)
Miller couldn’t help but smile as she listened to Magic talk about how he saw cameras. It was...beautiful. “That’s an amazing way to look at it. Because isn’t that what art is all about? Seeing things from a different angle.” Hearing that he had a camera that didn’t need to have the photos developed, Miller’s interest was piqued. When Magic phed put a polaroid, she let out an “Ohhh. My grandpa used to have on of those! Don’t you wave them to get them to develop faster she asked, before gingerly taking the camera and snapping a photo of its owner, “Smile!” She said with a laugh, before carefully grabbing the picture that slid out with two fingers, admiring the white film that would develop before their very eyes.
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