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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 11, 2017 18:34:42 GMT -5
Oliver nodded. August. Alright, he could remember that for next time. He wasn't good with names, but he was good enough not to lose a name that had been given to him on it's own, with the owner so close by. Faces were easier, all he had to do was learn to name them.
"Good," he said again, glancing at the other boy. He was smiling again, and if you listened you could hear it when he spoke. He loved this kind of thing, talking and being talked to, so it appeared naturally on his lips when the other spoke again. For a moment he'd been worried their conversation had ended, and that wouldn't have been very fun.
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you here if you're all by yourself anyway? Was it the offer of free food, or did somebody drag you here?" At least he'd narrowed it down a bit. Not too difficult, considering most people who weren't 'party people' came to parties for one of three reasons. One, for the food and drinks. Two, because they had friends who were going and so they'd been dragged along. Or three, because they expected someone they wanted to see to be there. August didn't seem to be looking for anyone, so he doubted the last one.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 11, 2017 19:03:27 GMT -5
"Someone dragged me here." August answered. "My sister, Summer." Ah, Summer. They were twins, though not a whole lot of people realized it. Summer got all the height, and her hair was longer as well as a few shades darker. She was also much more social, much more well known than he. Summer was not the type of person who went unnoticed. No, she was far too loud for that.
Despite this, when one looked, they could see the similarities. They had the same wide eyes, for one thing, and the same face full of freckles. They were both awkward, though Summer used that to be goofy, to make people laugh, whereas August just got quiet when he felt awkward. Still, the similarities were there.
"She said I had to come, so," he shrugged. When Summer wanted something, she very often got it. She was rather stubborn like that and August, well, he really wasn't. He gave into what she wanted pretty easily. "The free food was a plus, too, though." Food he didn't have to make, he liked. August could cook, but he was very lazy. If it was premade, it was for him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 8:22:29 GMT -5
For a couple of seconds, Ángel simply raised his eyebrows at Raphael, before shaking his head and flicking his gaze forward, pushing open the door and holding it for the other boy, just to be a semi-decent person (also, his mama had raised him right). The spicy scent of the little cafe was something he doted on.
"Nah," he said, "I hate owing people things."
This kid was getting more interesting by the second, though he decided not to state that out loud. He pushed himself away from the door and walked to the counter, giving a two-fingered salute to the woman behind it. She looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes slightly.
"Here comes trouble," she said, leaning forward, "with a friend! I didn't know you made friends. Who's this?" her question, however, was directed to Raphael, and not to Ángel, and so he didn't respond.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 12, 2017 15:37:31 GMT -5
"Name's Raphael." He introduced himself, offering a charming smile as he followed Ángel into the building. Ángel apparently not having too many friends didn't surprise him too much. Raphael had to be quite stubborn to get the kid to warm up to him even a little bit. Most people would probably fall for the whole intimidation thing.
Though, girls did tend to fall for the whole bad boy thing. A bad boy with an accent, Raphael would think the girls would be all over Ángel. But, of course, there was no saying whether he wanted that kind of attention. Raphael certainly liked it, but he would take any kind of attention. He just liked to be the center of things, but that didn't not mean this was the case for Ángel as well.
"So what I'm hearing is that I'm special." That smile turned to Ángel, as he took on a teasing tone. "I knew you liked me." Granted, Ángel may have just brought him here to get Raphael to stop bugging him, and he was well aware of that, but he didn't care. It would be far more fun to tease him, he'd decided.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 17:15:12 GMT -5
"Nice," the woman grinned, "I'm Sofia, Ángel's sister from another mister, or whatever the saying is."
Ángel wrinkled his nose at her before looking back to Raphael. He felt like he'd probably be giving blank stares a lot, but that was fine. He was used to it, really.
"You're not special," he said, "you're just sticky."
Maybe there was a better way to phrase that, but Ángel didn't particularly care. Instead, he accepted the two menus from Sofia and found a quiet little booth by the window, settling in his seat and setting one menu on the table for Raphael and keeping the other to look at while the other boy picked out what he wanted, considering he already knew most of the menu by heart.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 12, 2017 18:09:43 GMT -5
Oliver raised an eyebrow, surprised. He didn't know Summer himself, but he'd heard of her and even spoken to her on a few occasions. He had no idea she had a brother, much less one that spent his time silently in corners. But looking at him, he could see the similarities. He wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't mentioned it, but it was definitely there.
"I know what being dragged around by a sister is like," he commented, smiling faintly. Sage, his own sister, was two years younger than him. She was far more introverted and private than he, so more often than not he was the one dragging her places, but he remembered what it had been like when she was still young and asking him to take her everywhere. She still did at times.
Oliver reached for another bite of food, shrugging slightly. "Mine's not here though. She'd die before she let me talk her into staying for a party." Sage left every weekend there was a party planned. She had friends she stayed with every time, without fail. Really, Oliver was surprised their parents hadn't caught on seeing as it happened almost every time they left the house for the weekend. Then again, it happened other weekends too, so maybe that was why. Or they just didn't care.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 12, 2017 21:00:11 GMT -5
"Whatever helps you keep that tough image you're going for." Raphael seemed quite amused with himself, though this was normal. He oftened seemed to find himself far more funny than anyone else. "I know the truth." Well, he hoped that Ángel did at least somewhat like him. The kid seemed interesting, he'd probably be fun to hang out with. It'd be a shame if Raphael had to go looking for someone else.
Shifting his gaze away from Ángel, he studied the menu, tapping his chin thoughtfully. Hmm, what to get? Most of the food seemed pretty good.
"So, what's your favorite thing to get here?" He asked, looking once more over at the boy seated across from him. That seemed like a good approach, just let someone else decide for him.
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August shrugged. "I don't really mind. She really wanted me to conme along." He was used to it. Summer was the person who often made him go out, made him do things. It wasn't always a party he was forced to go to, no, this was actually a first. She just made him leave the house. Not that he hated to go out, he was more indifferent. He could be just as happy at home as he could be out and about.
"I think Summer might die if she missed a party like this." The girl always seemed to have something planned, always seemed to be looking forward to some get together. It was certainly different from his much more laid back attitude. "She's been going on about for forever."
This topic of conversation was comfortable for August. He didn't mind speaking, if he actually had something to talk about. And Summer, she was a good topic. She was interesting, far more so than he, or at least, that's what August would insist. That was why she was popular and he was invisible.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2017 21:08:06 GMT -5
Ángel glanced at Raphael with a single raised eyebrow, before shaking his head and setting his menu down, elbow resting on the table. Of course he was being asked about his favourite thing to get, though he did ponder it for a few moments, eyes narrowed slightly. Then, he shrugged.
"Hornazo," he said, "they do the Ávila version here and it's pretty good."
Not as good as his mother made it, but still decent enough. Overall, he really did enjoy this little cafe - it was the sort of place that he could come and relax at if he wanted to. Considering he waited tables here when he wasn't at the garage or somewhere else, it was a good place to be.
"Why are you sticking to me?" he asked after a few moments. Ángel was a curious person by nature (though he didn't show it often) - and so when given the option to learn more about someone, he'd usually take it. That, however, meant that he'd wait for questions to be asked, first.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 12, 2017 21:19:19 GMT -5
"I like you." Simple, to the point. Honest, though perhaps not the whole truth. Raphael did that often. He told a lot of half truths, normally didn't lie, never was completely honest. Of course, Raphael couldn't tell the whole truth, he couldn't say he was a fallen angel, couldn't say he was cursed, certainly could not tell Ángel he would have to change his entire way of living in order to break said curse. No, the whole truth, in many cases aside from this one, was not an option. Still, he did not like to flat out lie. When he said he liked Ángel, he meant it. The kid was interesting, after all.
"Unlike you, I am not afraid to admit it. You seem interesting, so why not see what comes from hanging around with you?" He would enjoy himself for a bit, too. Raphael would have to get to work at some point, but for now he could have fun. No harm in staying for a bit.
"Besides, what else am I going to do? I suppose I don't need you to show me around or anything, but it sure does make my life easier." Who knows where Raphael would have ended up eating if he hadn't gone with Ángel? Perhaps he would have had school lunch, which certainly would not have been nearly as satisfying.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 4:17:38 GMT -5
He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, considering this with a little more thought than usual. People did not just walk over to Ángel and decide that they liked him, nor did they stick around as much as they could. He frowned thoughtfully as he rested his elbows on the table and turned his head to stare out of the window.
"I'm not afraid to admit when I like someone," he said, "I just don't like you."
Then, Ángel paused and inhaled softly, now resting his chin on his hands. He watched Raphael from the corner of his eye, studied him with something more than casual curiosity.
"You don't make sense," he said, after a while, "maybe that's what I'm tolerating you."
It was not the whole truth and would likely never be the whole truth, because Ángel did not particularly enjoy revisiting old conversations - and that's what this would be, if he actually bothered to stick around Raphael. He absently flicked at the corner of his menu and frowned, all but glowering at the other boy. "I'm not showing you around," he stated firmly. "I'm not a tour guide."
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 13, 2017 9:53:11 GMT -5
Oliver laughed a little at that. Summer hadn't been alone in talking about this one, something he found both flattering and incredibly amusing. It wasn't as if he'd planned this to be anything but a replica of the half a dozen other parties he'd thrown over the last year, but one guy he barely ever spoke to had decided that this was going to be it. The One. And before he knew it, Oliver was throwing 'the party of the year' when, really, all that made it that was a larger crowd.
"Yes, well," he said. "She wasn't alone in that." Especially not in his circles. He hadn't been able to have a single lunch for two weeks without one of his female friends yapping at him about what they should wear ("yes we know it's a party, Ollie, but what kind? dresses or jean shorts?") or a group of guys telling him they were inviting some people along, and that he shouldn't throw them out when they arrived. Frankly, he wondered what they were all going to talk about when this died down. He'd almost forgotten what they'd talked about before this.
"You're not a party guy, then?" he inquired, wanting to move back to August. He'd come over here because he was curious about August, after all, not his sister. No matter how interesting he was sure she was, getting to know her wasn't the goal here.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 13, 2017 15:29:38 GMT -5
Raphael couldn't argue with him there. He was very different from Ángel, different from any human. Immortals, and especially fallen angels often did things that confused humans. To be fair, Raphael didn't understand why human decided to do a lot of the things that they did. Immortal beings looked at the world in a very different light than humans, experienced from unique perspectives.
"Certainly I'm not the first person you met that doesn't make sense to you." If that's all it took for Ángel to tolerate someone's presence, surely there would have been others that had hung around with. Though, maybe there were. Perhaps Raphael had misunderstood.
"You have shown me around at least a little bit." Raphael pointed out. "Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you for a full tour of the town, but you did show me a place to get some food." Seeing what Ángel did for fun in a little place like this would be interesting, too, but he wouldn't ask that now. He wouldn't push it too much. Not yet at least.
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"You could say that." August wasn't a people person, that was the issue. He wasn't thrilled about the idea of trying to socialize with a large number of people, so that would make parties not so much his thing. What was his thing? Reading, watching TV, things that brought him into his own little world. He'd watch anything, read anything, August really wasn't picky. He just liked exploring different little fictional worlds.
"You are, though." This was not a question. Oliver was obviously the type who loved parties, August didn't have to ask. After all, it wouldn't make sense for him to throw them all the time if he didn't like to party. He seemed to be enjoying himself, too. "It must take a lot of effort to get everything set up."
Cleaning was probably a huge pain, too. People were often messy creatures. August didn't even want to think about how long it probably took for Oliver to get everything cleaned up after the party. Did people ever stay to help clean up? He knew Summer didn't, but August probably would. It was rude, he thought, to leave things a mess.
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Post by ashstorm on Jan 13, 2017 17:01:24 GMT -5
Hey is plot 6 still open and if so can I claim it)
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 13, 2017 17:19:16 GMT -5
(It is and you can. I just need your character's name please.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 17:46:38 GMT -5
Lightly, Ángel drummed his finger over the table and stared at Raphael without much of an expression, eyes blank as his mouth. After a couple of moments, he shook his head and turned his head back to the window, watching people pass by and go about their daily life. People, he'd noted, were a lot like sheep, and followed each-other accordingly.
"Hm," he said. "No, you're not the first. Don't flatter yourself."
At the tour mention, he flicked his gaze back to the other boy and, for the umpteenth time, raised a single eyebrow and snorted softly. In his pocket, he felt his phone vibrate, but ignored it in favour of continuing to study the strange kid. He really wasn't sure what to say - so he shook his head and leaned back again.
"I didn't show you here. You followed me."
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 13, 2017 18:14:57 GMT -5
"Oh come on. Now you're just trying to disagree with me." Raphael rolled his eyes. He wasn't really frustrated by Ángel's insistence on disagreeing, though. No, he wasn't even annoyed. Of course, it took a whole lot to get Raphael mad. Much more often, he got bored and stopped bothering with something before he got annoyed. This, though, this was kind of amusing, how Ángel seemed to dispute everything Raphael said. This just made Raphael determined to get the kid to agree with him on something.
"Saying I followed you here really doesn't negate the fact that you showed this place to me. You came because I asked about food." He commented before giving a little shrug and deciding to drop the subject. Might as well start trying to find a subject Ángel wouldn't argue about.
"I take it you aren't from here, either." The accent rather gives that away. "Where did you leave before?" He couldn't really argue a question. Well, he could just refuse to answer, but that wouldn't be any fun.
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Post by ashstorm on Jan 13, 2017 20:19:31 GMT -5
Cool and Jason Winters)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 14, 2017 7:29:17 GMT -5
Oliver nodded his agreement. He definitley was. He loved people and interacting with them so much, and for some reason social rules didn't matter at a party.. He could talk to anyone he wanted to, and if he decided he'd rather not talk to anyone at all, there was music. It was his own little utopia, until he realised he'd have to clean up.
"Cleaning up after is worse," he said with a shug. It was. Cleaning up was awful. That was the primary reason the parties rotated between homes. Usually one or two people would stay behind to help clean up - most commonly the people who'd been ditched or just liked to help out - but the brunt of the work was still on whoever had hosted. "You get a lot more help setting up because everyone's so excited to get started. At the end of the night everyone just wants to go home."
He didn't sound like this bothered him. In fact, he was still smiling. If it wasn't for how genuine it was, one might've thought he'd glued one onto his face for appearances ske. But he genuinely loved talking, so it was just hard to avoid it when you interacted with him.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 14, 2017 8:17:42 GMT -5
(Alrighty, I'll get your starter up in a few minutes.)
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August nodded. That was what he expected, for cleaning up to not be so fun. That would be why Summer did not ever host parties at their house. They had a decent sized home, and a huge yard, acceptable for having a lot of people over, but she always insisted that she couldn't have too many people over. Not that he minded. Coming to a party, not so bad, he decided. Having one at his house definitely was not happening. He wasn't too sure what he would do with himself then.
In fact, he wasn't too sure what to do with himself now. August was bad at continuing conversations. When he didn't know what to say, his hands got restless, which they were doing right now, fingers absently tapping on his phone. This was often the point where, when he did talk to people, he would often find some excuse to leave the conversation. He wasn't all too sure what kind of reason he could give Oliver for having to go, though. Plus, Oliver was really nice and August didn't want to be rude.
"What else do you like to do? Besides parties." Questions were good. Questions gave them something to talk about. Of course, August would probably have to answer some too, which he didn't love. He found himself rather uninteresting, felt certainly anyone else here would have a lot more to talk about than him. He didn't really do much, after all.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 14, 2017 8:33:39 GMT -5
(Here you are, Ash.)
Felix had always had an interest in science, since he was a little kid. He'd always been the kid who loved to learn. He also found the surface of the Earth fascinating. Was it still uninhabitable? Or could they go up now? It had been so long, surely the planet had healed, at least to an extent. It couldn't still be as bad as it was when humans had fled underground.
That was what Felix had been researching for the past couple years. They couldn't stay down here forever, after all. The tunnels were quite the design, intricate things that allowed for many of the luxuries they had had above ground. Still, one day the systems holding this place together would fail. They would have to get out, and they needed to be ready for this. That was why Felix spent all his time studying the Earth. That was why he had petitioned over and over again to send a group to the surface to check things out. It would work, he was sure of it. Nobody listened.
So now, Felix did what he had to do. He was going to go up himself. There were very few exits to the surface, and each was watched, which was why he had spent weeks preparing for this. He knew when security would be at its weakest, knew when his best bet was of getting out and that was today, now.
A little description of Felix, as it couldn't be fit elsewhere in the post. He was taller than average, though not huge, and he was pretty slim. He had light brown hair that always seemed to be a mess, and behind his glasses, his eyes were green.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 14, 2017 12:50:16 GMT -5
Oliver glanced down at August's hands, momentarily distracted by the rhythmic tapping. He wondered if it was a sign of the other wanting to leave, but he continued the conversation with his own initiative, so he ignored that thought. "I'm on the swimming team," Oliver said, shifting so that he could comfortably lounge against the wall behind him. "So I spend a lot of my time with them, and swimming obviously. I like that, it's very relaxing. I play music too, but not as much as I'd like. I don't really have the time."
This was true. While he'd once thought music to be what he wanted to do in life, he'd found that he had to make room for it. Oliver had never been the type of person who made room. He thought that if something was really important to you, you wouldn't need to force yourself to prioritise it. If you did, that made it a chore and not a dream. And he didn't miss it, not really. Not when there were so many other things he filled the time with and enjoyed just as much.
"What about you?" he returned. "What do you do, other than go to parties your sister wants you to go to?" He still found it curious, the neutral response August had to the situation. In his previous experience, people either avoided or sought out parties. He'd never before met someone who wouldn't have come by their own accord, yet didn't seem to be made uncomfortable by the crowd.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 14, 2017 13:31:46 GMT -5
"I read a lot." August commented with a shrug. That was what he usually filled his free time with, at least. Summer encouraged a lot of rather strange hobbies, which were fun but he wasn't sure they counted. It wasn't a party, but it did fall under the category of Summer making him do it.
"What do you mean by play music?" He moved the topic away from himself pretty quickly. To be fair, though, he didn't have a whole lot to say about himself. "What instrument do you play?" August couldn't play any instruments, but he did listen to pretty much everything. Though, August was not a very picky person in general. He usually didn't mind trying things.
When Oliver's gaze went to his hands, August shoved them into his pockets. August was rather good at hiding his discomfort, or at least, he was good at keeping his face neutral. He had several little habits that showed his emotions, though, most relating to his hands, and he preferred to try to hide those as well.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 14, 2017 21:15:46 GMT -5
If Oliver noticed how quickly the conversation returned to him, he didn't show it. It wasn't as if August had just left his question unanswered, and Oliver had never had a problem talking about himself, so maybe he really hadn't. He wasn't exactly a perceptive person.
"Piano," he replied with a nod and yet another smile. "Classically trained." He wiggled his fingers, looking down at his hands for a brief moment. "I stopped taking lessons when I started swimming competitively, though. About three years ago now." He didn't play much now, and frankly his old teacher would have been ashamed to hear him play again. But it wasn't as though the piano was a stranger to him now, he'd just deviated from what he used to play and moved on to simpler, less pretentious things.
"What do you read?" he asked, turning the conversation back again. A question for a question. Seemed fair, he thought. Not that he'd object to talking about himself more, he wasn't a private person and shared most things with most people, but he'd learned early on that people often found you rude if you did that. Besides, other people were interesting. He liked getting to know them.
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Post by Rosestar on Jan 14, 2017 21:26:53 GMT -5
(Oh wow I really really want to rp the first one! Or the fourth fxf one they both sound really exciting ^^")
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 14, 2017 21:42:38 GMT -5
"Everything." A vague answer, yes, but true. Put something in front of August and he was more than happy to read it. "But mostly science fiction." Mostly anything fiction, though that of the science variety was his favorite. It was interesting to read about different things that seemed so crzy, so out there, yet were not actually out of the realm of possibilities. He loved reading about things that could be possible in the future. This was especially true in regards to things in the category of space travel, as August was a bit of an astronomy nerd.
"Science in general is pretty cool. Like how time travel is a thing that happens and multiple dimensions and how we could live on Mars and," here, he paused. "Yeah, that stuff." It was odd, definitely. August was so laid back, so calm, in so many different ways, yet when people got involved, he became so awkward. Like now, he started to ramble, but then got nervous, concerned he was talking too much, or what if Oliver just didn't care or if he didn't think astronomy was as fascinating as August obviously did. Now, he curled his fingers into fists in his pockets to keep what would otherwise be very restless hands still.
"Sorry." He had said a whole lot in a pretty short amount of time. Why was it people apologized when they spoke too much? He didn't know, but it felt like the right thing to do, felt like he had tosay sorry just for speaking.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 14, 2017 21:44:26 GMT -5
(I would love to do the first one with you. Can I have your character's name, please?)
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Post by Rosestar on Jan 14, 2017 21:58:19 GMT -5
(I would love to do the first one with you. Can I have your character's name, please?) (Her name shall be Robin Winter!)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 14, 2017 22:10:15 GMT -5
Oliver listened to him ramble, a smile forming yet again. It grew as the other boy spoke, and when he stopped Oliver looked almost a little sad, as though he'd been genuinely interested in listening to him go on about science fiction and spacetravel. It was definitely the most he'd said in one go, which Oliver found interesting.
"Why?" Oliver questioned, referencing August's apology. He didn't give him an opportunity to reply, though, because he found the rest of what he'd had to say beckoned a conversation far more than questioning apologies did. One would certainly make the situation awkward much quicker than the other, and if there was one thing Oliver knew how to do it was navigate a conversation. He wouldn't let this one crash and burn quite that easily.
"Sci-fi's cool," he said with a nod. "I mean, I don't read much, but sci-fi movies are my favourites. The classics are great, and the effects in the newer ones are so convincing I don't know what's real when I leave the theatre. It's cool to leave this world for a while, you know? It's like looking into the future, or at least pretending to."
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 14, 2017 22:41:30 GMT -5
(Thank you~ I'll start in a few minutes.)
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This made August feel slightly better. Oliver didn't appear to be disinterested, quite the opposite, actually. He seemed to be rather enjoying the conversation, which was good. August very much did not want to ruin anything. He did like talking to Oliver, surprisingly, as there were not too many people he really desired to talk to. But Oliver had been very kind and seemed so happy about just talking, which he found cute.
"It is fascinating." August agreed. "And with the rate technology is improving, all that stuff that seems so advanced will be a reality really soon." His interest was an invitation for August to keep talking, to not find an excuse to run off and not have to talk anymore. It seemed one just had to find the right topic and give the slightest big of encouragement, and August was willing to become a lot more talkative.
"And space travel, that's only going to grow as time goes by, too. There's a lot of talk centered around how to get the public interested in space again, and about how we can even farther away from our planet." And here August was proving how he did indeed read everything. The kid had looked quite a bit into the subject of space travel, and where they were at in the moment, and it was showing now.
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Post by beetlejuice on Jan 14, 2017 22:46:24 GMT -5
(Here you are, Rose.)
Charlotte did not like where she was at the moment. She did not like being in a school full of delinquents. She had stuff to do, people to protect. Being here, being watched like a hawk, dealing with a bunch of teens who thought they were too cool to just be quiet and behave, it was all a waste of her time. However, Charlotte had to be here. She had it on good authority that an empath would be transferring her today. She could use an empath.
There were things in this world, dangerous things. Things that would hurt people like her, people with fun little quirks. It was Charlotte's job to fix everything, to get rid of these monsters. Charlotte herself was powerful, but an empath was always useful. So, she would find the empath, gain their trust, and get out.
That was what Charlotte was doing right now. She was looking for the empath. Specifically, she volunteered to be one of the guides for the new arrivals and hopefully she would be paired with the empath. She sat in the cafeteria, where the arrivals would soon be coming, blue eyes searching for the empath. Charlotte was, well, a sight to see. Her black hair was long and curly, currently pulled up in a bun. She had a confident air to her and a pale scar over the bridgge of her nose. She had others, though they were all hidden under her clothes. Though she didn't like them, she fit in with the delinquents.
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