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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 8:05:46 GMT -5
( nice nice tyvm !! my character's name is Ángel Teatime o: )
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 8, 2017 8:12:43 GMT -5
Raphael always knew his adventures would not last forever. After all, nothing ever did and a few thousand years of escaping punishment was truly quite impressive. That said, he really didn't think that this was appropriate. To stick him in this tiny little town was just cruel. Not to mention hiding that fact that he was immortal would really be a huge annoyance.
Not that Raphael actually planned on staying here that long. Oh no, he would be gone far before anyone noticed that he never aged. His tan face would stay smooth. His blonde hair would never streak grey and his blue eyes would stay bright. As was the life of a fallen angel. Eternal beauty, eternal life, eternal wandering.
Now Raphael really had to get to work finding his ticket out of here. Where to find little delinquents that would be easy to manipulate? Ah, of course. He would find a teenager, someone who thought they had it oh so rough and that was certainly alone in the world. He'd show them a little fun, give them a shoulder to cry on, and boom, they would be perfectly fine and ready to be a good little citizen. Easy as pie.
And that was how Raphael found himself at the local high school. It was nearly noon, nearly time for lunch and his very late arrival had caused quite the scene. Ah, but Gabriel made a scene wherever he went.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 8:22:32 GMT -5
When he truly thought about it, Ángel realised that he had many reasons for being the way he was.
Troubled, broken home, being one of the middle siblings (of six in total, no less), moving late into the school year (well, admittedly, that had been last year) and, he supposed, a general sense of needing to prove himself. Maybe. Also? Being a 'delinquent' was fun, in its own way. He hadn't yet screwed himself by being caught by the cops which was a bonus; crime was a good activity after a heavy day after his part-time job. Fun, even. He was well-aware that he was wandering from the path his older brothers tried to keep him on. Be a lawyer! they said, make mom proud, but in the end, it didn't really matter to him.
So here he was, taking steady drags from his cigarette from time to time, leaning in the shadows of the trees on the outskirts of the school. Once he'd finished that, he checked his phone - ah, it would be lunch, soon. He snorted softly and wandered back into the school, squinting as he noted the scene. A new kid? He remembered when he was new - but instead of acknowledging it, he brushed past some people (even having to go as far as shoving one girl who wouldn't stay away) before he settled by his locker, watching from afar with narrowed eyes.
He was not, by nature, a bitter person. Anyone who'd known Ángel a few years ago (or were his immediate family) would tell another person that he was sweet in nature and easy to talk to. That had been then, this was now - he only had this year of high school to pull through, and then he'd be free! If...uh, if he passed his classes well enough to get into a college. Or had money to go to college. Hm. Maybe he wouldn't be so free - but whatever, it didn't matter.
"Not gonna check the new kid out? He arrived kinda late into the day, y'know?" said a voice from beside him. He didn't even glance at them. "No? No-one there? Awesome."
Without looking, Ángel reached out to elbow the source of the noise. They gave a startled yelp, a laugh, and then their retreating footsteps caused him to relax again. He snorted and turned around, opening his locker to give the illusion that he was actually doing something other than brooding.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 8, 2017 8:51:59 GMT -5
When Raphael first arrived, he had to go through the very boring process of getting a schedule, something that wasn't too easy since the school had wanted to know why that hadn't received word of him coming beforehand. Then, they wanted to know where he had previously gone to school, which was a bit difficult to answer. Raphael had not stepped foot in a high school for several decades, and that had only been on a dare.
When he finally got things smoothed over and went to class, that was when things started to get fun. New students always caused a bit of a buzz. A new foreign student was especially fun, and a new foreign student that managed to tick the teacher off in the few minutes he was there before the bell rang, well, let's just say Raphael was quickly getting quite a bit of attention. This was good. This was what he wanted. Finding his ticket out of this place was much easier if others came to him.
So far, though, he hadn't quite found what he was looking for. Mostly, there were girls crowding around him, fawning over his accent. Now, they really couldn't be classified as angels, but these girls would not work for what he needed. Besides, they were rather bothersome and if he was going to help somebody, they had to at least be likable.
Excusing himself from the group of girls, he took a look around the hallway. This was when he decided to approach one of the people who hadn't come to him, or really paid any attention to him at all. This decision mostly came from the fact that Raphael was a tad bit full of himself and, well, why wouldn't this boy- Ángel, though he didn't know this was his name- want to speak with him? Raphael was very interesting. So, Raphael made his was over, a lazy smile on his face.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 9:01:29 GMT -5
Biology textbook, so on, so on, stuff he really did not care about. Well. Maybe he cared a little about his Shakespeare books, but they were pushed to the back, covers so worn that it was hard to decipher what they were. That suited him well. The less other people knew about what he liked, the better.
A prickling sensation at the back of Ángel's neck caused him to turn to look over his shoulder - and upon noticing the new kid, he raised a single eyebrow before he turned away again, absently transferring some of his unfinished homework into his locker. Maybe he could pick up his phone, feign a text just to ignore this kid...but then again, he didn't need an excuse. Ignoring people, so far, was quite easy.
But the sensation remained and so he watched from the corner of his eye, frowning thoughtfully. People didn't just approach him, didn't bother trying to make light conversation. With his loose black tank-top and his black skinny jeans, he was honestly the definition of 'delinquent' around here. They didn't know what else to call him.
"What do you want?" he asked, despite himself. Ángel, himself, held a distinct accent - Spanish. Moving from Spain to Mexico had been the first jump a few years ago, and then moving from Mexico to the US. He could blame his parents - they blew their money on both moves. It was stupid, but he had no choice but to accept it.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 8, 2017 9:36:05 GMT -5
"I was hoping you could show me to the cafeteria." He could potentially be it, Raphael decided. This kid definitely seemed like he could use a few pointers in how to be an upstanding citizen. Not that Raphael was the best person to be giving that kind of advice. Really, it was kind of silly, making a a fallen angel give life advice on how to behaved. To be fair, not all fallens were that bad, many were perfectly well behaved, but Raphael certainly was not. Though, that was probably the challenge of this.
Nobody wanted Raphael to succeed. Everyone wanted him contained, so he couldn't cause trouble. Perhaps they even hoped that Raphael would take his own advice, would behave himself. That was something Raphael doibted. Nope, he liked himself just fine.
"I'm Raphael." He added. His own accent was hard to pin point, as he had lived all over the world. He'd learned habits from many countries, picking the way he said words based on how he liked the sounds of different accents. Perhaps on anyone else, this would sound odd, but Raphael somehow made this work, made everything sound rather musical. "And who are you?"
He was trying his best to be charming. Raphael was good at charming. Of course, probably was simply because he was confident. Confidence was attractive. Though, admittedly, he could often be too confident, too full of himself. He was too much of a lot of things, for many people, but he didn't care. The only thing he really cared about was having fun.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 9:47:27 GMT -5
Ángel stared at the kid for a moment, blank as ever. So, obviously he hadn't been scared off - which annoyed Ángel, more than anything. Then, of course, came the name. He snorted softly and closed his locker so delicately that it wasn't quite right with the rest of them.
"No," he said, straight to the point. "You could ask anyone to show you the cafeteria and I'm not it," he snorted softly.
Then, he considered the question of who he was. If he didn't introduce himself, someone else would, and they would most definitely say his surname wrong. Possibly just to mock him, possibly just to get the new kid - Raphael - into trouble. He scowled at his closed locker and took a step back, ignoring the fact that he annoyed someone. Whoever it was didn't dare linger after he shot a glance back.
"Ángel Teatime," he said his surname as something like teh-ah-tah-meh. "Now get lost."
It felt rather stupid to say 'get lost' - but hey, it usually worked on people! Especially if Ángel glared a little, which he did. Oh man, he could feel himself glaring rather brutally. This kid had to be either stupid or brave or both to linger after this. Jeez. Why had he ever approached? Ángel didn't know and didn't care, and pushed back his tousled black hair absently as he considered it.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 8, 2017 10:15:40 GMT -5
Raphael, considering all he had seen, did not get scared easily. He had seen the devil, after all. Of course, that was one person he was a bit scared of, for some pretty obvious reasons. But, he was not at all intimidated by a grumpy teenager. Nope, not on his list of fears. In fact, he was in need of a grumpy teen. Provided Raphael didn't get bored of Ángel, this kid count be his ticket out.
"Well, obviously I'll have no choice but to get lost if nobody helps me out here." Raphael commented. "But I would prefer not to do that. Besides, what else are you planning on doing, anyway? Surely you have a little bit of time you can spend on showing me around." He was going to be persistent, that was becoming very obvious. Why? Well, because Raphael thought it might be fun.
Ángel seemed entertaining to him. He'd be a bit of a challenge, yes,aybe not the easiest person Raphael could have chosen, but why not make this interesting? Why not have some fun? He was confident that he could get this kid to change. Plus, thinking of himself as Ángel's angel amused him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 10:20:56 GMT -5
Ángel wrinkled his nose with something akin to annoyance, though his expression didn't really change. He scanned Raphael again and snorted, leaning back against his locker and pulling his phone out. Sure, he didn't have anyone to text, but just scanning through some sorta social media would give him something to do just to annoy this kid.
"Mmm," he said, "seems like you might have to deal with getting lost, huh? Shame," he raised an eyebrow and glanced to Raphael again. "Sadly, as you can see, I am extremely busy."
He rested the toe of his shoe lightly, tapping it a few times before stifling a yawn. Even now, he watched the other from the corner of his eye. There wasn't anything particularly outstanding about him, but the accent caught his attention more than he'd liked to admit. So far, he wasn't really interested - even if the kid's persistence was...fascinating.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 8, 2017 10:39:53 GMT -5
"I see. I guess it's a good thing I'm patient." Well, sometimes Raphael was patient. If he really wanted something, he could wait for it, but unless he was set on getting something, Raphael would often move on when he got bored, which did not take long. Right now, though, he was feeling rather determined, so he was willing to wait.
Leaning against the wall next to Ángel, Raphael gave him a smile. He did have a cute, dimpled smile that often worked well at making people melt at least a little bit. After all, there was a reason why Raphael was only just now getting punished for his actions. He was good at getting what he wanted. Often times, he could charm people to get his way, and sometimes he just waited them out. Whatever he had to do.
"I'll just wait here until your schedule clears up a bit." How long could he really pretend that he was so busy when he quite clearly wasn't? This, Raphael figured, would be a good test. How stubborn was Ángel? How hard would it be to make him change his ways?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 10:43:33 GMT -5
This guy was really going to aim to grind his nerves, wasn't he? Ángel could only imagine what hell Raphael would've played in any other school. He snorted, however, and slid his phone into his pocket, perking up a little at the precise wording.
"Wait here," he repeated, "fascinating! Because I'm not staying and now you have to wait here. Bye."
In what could've been an almost childish gesture, Ángel stuck his tongue out as he pushed away from his locker and dodged some sorta footballer, scowling back at him before giving Raphael a mocking two-fingered salute. "Adios," he said, and began to walk slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. In his own mind, he did.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 8, 2017 11:04:46 GMT -5
So this was the type of person Raphael had chosen to deal with. He would be a challenge, most definitely. How invested did Raphael want to get in this? After all, he could do a challenge, but he did not want to waste his time on someone he might not even be able to getfriendly with, let alone make him change his act. Challenges were only fun if they paid off.
Might as well give it a day, though, Raphael decided. Give it a day and if he couldn't makd any progress at all, he would try with someone else. After all, a day really wasn't all that long. For someone like him, that was like a blink of an eye, it was nothing. He could waste a day.
"Why would I stay here anymore? Obviously, you've decided to show me around. It was very generous of you to clear your busy schedule so you could do this." He replied easily as he started after Ángel. Maybe they weren't going to the cafeteria, or maybe they were as the destination was unclear to Raphael, but they were going somewhere. This was something.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 11:12:22 GMT -5
"Of course," Ángel said drily, seeing no way in truly winning this. Oh well. He'd have a puppy for a few minutes, at best - surely until Raphael realised that they weren't going anywhere near anywhere on campus. In all honesty, he needed to get off-campus, and that was easily done, considering it was lunch and the teachers weren't paid enough to keep them on-campus.
Briefly, he glanced back to the other boy and considered him. The dude had guts, that was for sure, and so he shrugged and continued until he was outside, jogging lightly down the stairs. There was a slight chill in the air, but nothing he couldn't handle. His brief walk brought him to the outsides of the gates and then to the treeline nearby, where he leaned against the trees.
While he lit another cigarette and took a drag, he took a moment to see if Raphael had actually followed him off-campus.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 8, 2017 11:59:06 GMT -5
Raphael did indeed follow him right off school grounds. Hmm, that had to be a new record for him. He couldn't have been in the building half an hour before he was out again. Though it had been a little while, Raphael was no stranger to futting class. The last time he went, it was on a bet that he couldn't last a full school year, going every single day. Well, he'd gone every day, he just didn't stay in school very long. Still, he didn't think he ever left this quick. Not that he cared all that much.
"Not exactly where I asked. I was hoping to get something to eat." Raphael said. Technically, he didn't need to eat in order to survive, but he still liked his food very much. "Though I don't think I'd be wrong in assuming the food here isn't the best." Ah, school lunch. He definitely did not miss that aspect of his high school adventures. "I don't suppose you know anywhere decent to get some food around here?"
Was that pushing it? Ángel had accepted Raphael's presence, but that didn't mean he was willing to do anything more than tolerate him being around. Then again, everyone liked food, didn't they? Who could say no to getting something decent to eat?
Not that Raphael technically should be encouraging him to cut class. But, the way he saw it, Raphael really couldn't act like he followed the rules all the time and just expect Ángel to listen and do the same. Raphael could continue to be himself for a bit to get Ángel to like him, then convince him to start behaving.
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Jan 8, 2017 12:33:21 GMT -5
{{hey! Ok so my character's name is Selma Breyer}}
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 8, 2017 12:44:43 GMT -5
(Thank you~ I'll start in just a couple minutes.)
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 8, 2017 13:03:52 GMT -5
Gabriel couldn't remember a time where he wasn't causing some kind of trouble. It wasn't like he was going out of his way to break the rules, but more that he liked to have fun, and didn't think about any kinds of restrictions others might have when he was trying to enjoy him. This attitude was what caused him to become a fallen angel, or at least, that's the simple explanation. After he fell, Gabe had gotten quite good at avoiding punishment.
Well, he had been doing quite good until recently. Recently, he made the wrong people mad and no amount of smooth talking could get him out of it. That was why he was stuck in this little town, forced to stay here until he managed to put someone back on the right path, and hopefully learned some good behavior himself. This was a bit of a dangerous punishment, as Gabriel had stopped physically aging long ago. His black hair would not thin or turn grey, his pale skin would not wrinkle, and his blue eyes would stay bright. Stay here too long, and people would notice.
So, where to find a troubled soul? Well, there were really several places he could look. Seeing how it was beginning to get rather dark, though, a club seemed like as good a place as any. If nothing else, the place would be amusing. Gabriel could at least have some fun, so that was where he went.
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Jan 8, 2017 14:54:47 GMT -5
Selma had always seen herself as a person above going clubbing, after all a bunch of sweaty drunks packed together in a room didn't seem like a fantastic idea. And yet as long as she herself had had a few drinks she could be convinced to do just about anything. That's how a girl's night in had turned into a girl's night out.
This wasn't her first rodeo and despite it being a small town she was able to convince the guard out front that she was over twenty one with a flash of a fake ID. Her phone buzzed as she and her girls made their way into the club. She looked down at who the call was from and frowned, deciding that ignoring her mom was better than answering the phone for the moment.
Selma entered to thumping music and gazed around, a slight grin on her face. Turning to her girls she waved, "I'm getting a drink, need anything?" She asked but they were already making their way onto the dance floor. Shaking her head she moved on, making her way over to the bar.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 8, 2017 15:25:34 GMT -5
Gabriel, upon entering, sat at the bar, debating whether or not he wanted a drink. He chatted with the bartender a bit, but mostly he was watching. He was looking for the right person, someone who seemed like they needed help. Who that would be, he wasn't yet sure, but he would figure it out.
That was when he saw Selma walk up. She didn't look quite like she was of age, though maybe he was wrong. Then again, years of watching people age made him rather good at judging how old others were. There was that and the fact that this place seemed to have a few teens, not quite old enough to be legal, yet still managing to slip in. One of them could potentially be a good pick for him to try to fix.
So, when Selma came up to the bar, Gabriel offered a charming smile. He was new to town, it was pretty obvious. The place was small enough that it was easy to recognize newcomers. "Hey. I don't suppose you could help me with something?" His voice was deep, with the hint of an accent that was hard to place.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 9, 2017 20:33:47 GMT -5
( could I maybe claim four as an mxm? I've been dying to use Oliver for so long, and I think he'd go nicely with it. I never could turn down something cute and cliche. )
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 9, 2017 21:51:10 GMT -5
(Totally! I'll have to add you and stuff tomorrow, though, as I very much need sleep now~)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 10, 2017 1:55:41 GMT -5
( alright, let me know when aal is done! full name is Oliver Pynch, if you need that and not just first name. )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 10:01:58 GMT -5
Raphael did indeed follow him right off school grounds. Hmm, that had to be a new record for him. He couldn't have been in the building half an hour before he was out again. Though it had been a little while, Raphael was no stranger to futting class. The last time he went, it was on a bet that he couldn't last a full school year, going every single day. Well, he'd gone every day, he just didn't stay in school very long. Still, he didn't think he ever left this quick. Not that he cared all that much. "Not exactly where I asked. I was hoping to get something to eat." Raphael said. Technically, he didn't need to eat in order to survive, but he still liked his food very much. "Though I don't think I'd be wrong in assuming the food here isn't the best." Ah, school lunch. He definitely did not miss that aspect of his high school adventures. "I don't suppose you know anywhere decent to get some food around here?" Was that pushing it? Ángel had accepted Raphael's presence, but that didn't mean he was willing to do anything more than tolerate him being around. Then again, everyone liked food, didn't they? Who could say no to getting something decent to eat? Not that Raphael technically should be encouraging him to cut class. But, the way he saw it, Raphael really couldn't act like he followed the rules all the time and just expect Ángel to listen and do the same. Raphael could continue to be himself for a bit to get Ángel to like him, then convince him to start behaving. ( i have been so busy oh man ) If there was one thing he'd admit, it was that he liked this guy's moxie. Ángel raised a slender eyebrow at Raphael, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he considered him. Then, he laughed under his breath and turned his head to watch for any teachers. Since he was off-campus, he would be fine - but Ms. Martinez was pretty determined to bust him at literally anything, even if it meant twisting the truth. "There's a cafe down the road," he told him absently, tapping some ash from his cig and standing a little straighter. "I s'pose I can take you there. No promises in getting back before your class starts up again, just so you know." Without waiting for a response, he began to walk towards the street, nodding slightly to a man he knew. He didn't check to see if Raphael was beside him - rather, he checked his wallet to make sure he actually had money. Hm...he only had a couple of dollars, but that would be fine in getting a coffee, or something. Now that he was thinking about it, he wasn't sure why he was tolerating the other guy. Maybe it was because he wasn't forcing Ángel to do things he didn't wanna do - like behave, for one.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 10, 2017 20:40:28 GMT -5
(Alrighty, here you are, Ree. Sorry for the wait, Tuesdays are super busy for me.)
August hadn't really wanted to come to this party. Parties were not his thing. People were not his thing. But, his sister was here. His sister, well, she was very different from him in many ways. She was friendly, and a bit of a wild child. It was her that insisted he come and socialize, have some fun for once. That and their parents were far more flexible with how late she could stay out if August was with her.
So, here he was, hanging out by the snacks, alone. His sister had run off when she saw one of her friends and left him alone. August wasn't mad, not really. It was bound to happen, after all, she never promised to stay with him. Besides, August didn't need her here. He was independent. He was fine with being alone. He had his phone, and there was free food.
It wasn't like August was some weird outcast. In fact, he was kind of cute, in a puppy dog sort of way. He was a bit short, for a boy, with curly red hair and big brown eyes. He was nice, too. August was perfectly polite. He was just painfully shy and often more comfortable on his own. He hardly ever talked to people he didn't know, and that was why nobody knew him.
So, here he was, eyes on his phone, munching on free food, content to be invisible.
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(I would love to rp with you, Inky. I'm not quite sure which plot you want to do, though.)
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"I try not to worry to much about whether I'm on time or not." Raphael offered with a shrug of his shoulders. "I find life is much less stressful that way." He certainly didn't care if he came back in time for class. Oh no, staying out was actually better, if it meant hanging out with Ángel. If the other boy hung around him and got comfortable with him, that made Raphael one step closer to being able to leave. So no, he did not mind if he was late getting back to class at all.
It was true, though, that Raphael stopped caring about being on time long ago. It infuriated many, but he did not care about that, either. Why stress about being late? He would get there whenever he felt like it and that would have to he good enough. This worked both ways, too. If he was excited for something, he would be incredibly early to it. Time simply was not an issue for him.
Raphael couldn't help but smile as he walked along beside Ángel. That was a very good sign, he would say. The boy did not argue at all about getting food with him. Then again, who complained about food? Getting food and bending the rules, that had to be quite the ideal situation. Of course, this was the type of behavior Raphael was supposed to discourage but he would worry about that later.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 13:50:26 GMT -5
Well, he had to admit - Raphael saying that made him like him a little more, though his expression didn't change. Once his cigarette was nearly burning his fingers, he flicked it away and shoved his hands into his pockets, exhaling the last of the smoke and tilting his head to look at the other. For a moment, Ángel simply watched him, a single eyebrow raised and gaze critical.
"Okay," he said, after a few moments. "You better have enough money, 'cuz I'm not paying for you."
Ángel considered lighting another cig, but he noticed the cafe's sign and quickened his pace a little. "If you don't like spicy food, you can suck it up," he said, "they do spicy or spicier."
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 11, 2017 14:18:02 GMT -5
Oliver was well accustomed to parties. Whether he was throwing them or if he was simply visiting one hosted by a friend or acquaintance, he was outgoing enough to draw attention. The fact that most everyone knew who he was certainly didn't hurt either. Today, he was hosting, and the party had been pegged as 'the party of the year' as soon as he announced it, which meant he'd been busy.
He'd spent the better part of an hour flitting between people, and while he enjoyed it - else he wouldn't be doing it - it kept him away from both food and drink. What was a party without either? Not to mention that there were so many conversations to have. For every one person that left him to entertain themselves, two more seemed to take their place. Even for Oliver, that got a little overwhelming.
So he went to eat, hoping to get away for a few minutes before he rejoined the fun. Other than the expected stream of people passing by the snacks table, he saw a boy, standing away from everyone else, face lit up by his phone screen. He didn't look like he'd moved from his spot for quite a while, nor did it seem he planned to anytime soon. Oliver wondered why you'd come to a party if you were only going to scroll through your phone
"Enjoying the party I see," Oliver said in an amused tone as he walked up to him. There was a vague familiarity to the other, but Oliver had trouble placing him. Probably just someone from school, then. He leant forward to pick up something to chew on before straightening again to study the boy properly.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 11, 2017 15:42:05 GMT -5
"I didn't expect you to pay." Raphael assured him. No, he had plenty of money of his own. Keeping a decent paying job was a bit of a hassle when one was immortal, but he managed fine. Of course, his means of getting money weren't exactly legal but hey, that was fine. When Raphael did to make some cash was not the most terrible thing he did, not by a long shot.
"It was my idea to get food, I can pay." He could pay for Ángel, as well as himself without worrying about the money at all. Besides, that would be the nice thing to do. Raphael could be nice, when he was motivated, and he definitely was quite motivated to get Ángel to like him.
As for the food, Raphael would eat almost anything given to him. He was probably the least picky person out there. And, seeing how he had lived in a variety of different places, he was accused to many different kinds of food.
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At first, August didn't reply. He assumed that the voice he heard must have been speaking to someone else. Surely nobody was paying much attention to him. August was always invisible. But, when he noticed nobody answered the person he heard, he realized that someone was indeed speaking to him.
"I am." August answered, looking up from his phone. He was good at entertaining himself in most situations and he very rarely felt awkward about being alone. It was when other people were added to the mix that he started to feel uncomfortable. But this, being left alone to his own devices, and given free food, even if it was in a rather noisy environment with many people, this was fine for him.
Well, it had been until someone came to speak to him. Not someone he knew very well, but then August didn't know anyone very well. He was oblivious to his surroundings. Yes, he knew someone named Oliver was hosting the party, his sister mentioned that, but he didn't have a face to put the name to. This, he figured, wasn't the worst thing in the world. Nobody knew him, and he didn't know them.
For all he knew, this boy was just as out of place as August was. Out of place, but not uncomfortable. Simply unexpected. August did not fit in. Perhaps the male speaking to him now didn't quite fit either. That was an interesting thought though it was horribly inaccurate. It brought forth the question as to what might have brought this boy here.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 11, 2017 15:56:37 GMT -5
Oliver grinned. "Good. I threw it, so it's in my best interest to make sure nobody goes home complaining." He gave a melodramatic sigh, one clearly meant ironically, adding, "Imagine what rumours of this being boring would do to my next party, not to mention my reputation."
Oliver didn't care about his reputation, at least not as much as this comment would have implied, had it been sincere. Of course, he was rather fond of people knowing who he was, and his position in the social hierarchy definitely had its perks. He didn't want to lose that. But he doubted one person could topple it all, especially someone he couldn't even place a name to.
"I'm Oliver, by the way. In case you didn't know." He smiled warmly, looking at the other expectantly for a moment, waiting for him to offer his own name. Then, he grabbed something new to snack on before slouching back against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest. The boy intrigued him, claiming he was enjoying himself and seeming so sincere when he was spending his time standing alone by the snacks. Sure, not everybody enjoyed a party, but usually the people that kept to the corners and food didn't enjoy their time there.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 11, 2017 16:30:59 GMT -5
Oh, so this was Oliver. It would seem that August's guess had been pretty far off, though he didn't show any signs off being vey shocked. To be honest, though, he was a bit surprised Oliver was talking to him. Oliver was popular, or so he had heard, and the few people that did speak to August generally were far from popular. Though, maybe it shouldn't be surprising. A good host would want to talk to as many guests as he could and make sure everyone was enjoying themselves.
"I'm August." He introduced himself before he fell quiet again. And this was why August didn't talk to people. He was bad at speaking, bad with words. Well, no, that wasn't exactly true. He was bad at small talk, bad at finding an interesting topic to speak about. August didn't like to force conversation. If he was bored, he would rather end a conversation than try to continue for the sake of being polite.
But, of course, he had to try now. It would be terribly rude not to at least try, especially when this was Oliver's party. So, instead of focusing on his phone or using food as a distraction so he didn't have to talk, he tried to continue the conversation.
"I don't think anyone here could really be bored." Compliments were good, right? Everyone enjoyed compliments. And it was true. Everyone did seem to be having a whole lot of fun. So, Oliver didn't need to worry about any rumors saying he threw bad parties.
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