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Post by antpelts on Feb 26, 2017 17:55:21 GMT -5
( well i really dont rp mxf. i typically do mxm or mxnb or nbxnb characters. o: )
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 26, 2017 18:04:56 GMT -5
(Okay cool ^^ my character is male but I like asking first!!!
Simon- 16-February 13- Long legged guy with palish skin that is lightly freckled. He has medium length black hair that is in a complete mess and wide, dark blue eyes. He has a scar on his left shoulder from an accident he was in in sixth grade, when he slipped and fell while practicing on the snare. He's a percussionist, can play literally any percussion instrument given to him, and has a passion for the cello, violin, and the piano. Was recently diagnosed with Osteosarcoma, and is going to have to get his leg cut off this year, which means he won't be able to march. He is close to his dad, who lives in Atlanta, he lived with him up until this year, when he moved back, forcing Simon to stay with his mother, who is cold, distant, and believes in buying love with money. He grew up with his dad, who was nowhere near rich, the two of them living in a small, run down two bedroom one bath place until he had to move back home to Atlanta. Simon wants nothing more than to go back there, as that was where he was raised until he was in 6th grade. He wears glasses, is near sighted.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 26, 2017 18:07:54 GMT -5
(i have to find one of my guys to use. i have some ocs who could work. i could use ashton or nikolai? hm maybe dylan. ill pick one and type up a desc quick! do you mind doing the starting post?)
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Post by antpelts on Feb 26, 2017 18:18:06 GMT -5
Quentin Todd ; he/him/his ; July 14 (Cancer) ; 16 Quentin is on the taller side, much taller than his younger brother Edil at about 6’ tall. Like his brother and mom he has tanner skin from being a mixed race kid. He has warm brown eyes that show flecks of gold in the sunlight. Quentin has a mop of sort of curly brown hair that can get a little out of control if he doesn’t brush it in the mornings. He learned sign language at a young age because he younger brother is mute and got pretty good at it. His smile can be infectious, as can his laugh be. He’s sort of a class clown and younger kids typically look up to him. He’s played the trombone since he was a kid and even can play the baritone and if needed can step in for tuba. He’s a sweet kid and loves to help but it can be tough on him sometimes. Home isn’t always the best and his brother can be kind of distant.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 26, 2017 18:21:36 GMT -5
Sure!!)
Jeez. Early bird band was... a killer. The kids had to be in class by 7, the rest of the school started at 9. For Simon, this was horrible, but completely worth it. He got two full hours of music and the people that he loved, so he decided to not complain... Not much anyways. The long legged boy stretched out on his bed, arm over his face as he waited for his final alarm to go off. He was already ready, he had woken up earlier and got dressed, even ate a little bit, which was good considering he hadn't been eating much lately. He had seen so many doctors over the past few weeks, no one able to figure out why his right leg had been hurting so much- he had been to so many doctors, but they weren't able to figure out what could be wrong, all of the doctors urging him to go and see an oncologist, someone who could test for the Big C. Of course his mother refused that option, until the last couple of weeks, when his leg began to hurt more, and he lost a ton of weight, not that he was ever overweight but he was now skinnier than he should be, that, with fatigue, had made it almost impossible for him to function. The first week of band camp was complete hades because of that, but he managed to pull through. Now he just needed to get the results of the scans, and that should be any day now. Beep beep beep beep. His alarm finally went off and he let out a sigh. It was time. He turned off the alarm on his phone, getting up and throwing on his shoes, grabbing his Cello case and class schedule, knowing he had to get to class. He winced, it hurting to even put weight on his leg. He grabbed his keys to his Nissan Ultima, touching the cars white top before putting his cello in the back seat carefully and jumping into the car, heading to the school, enjoying the still dark morning. He finally pulled in, grinning when he found out he got there early enough to get a spot near the band room. "Yes!" He muttered, pulling in and parking, grabbing his case and his snare (which he left in the car the day before) and walked into the band room, happy.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 26, 2017 18:27:35 GMT -5
Quentin had already gotten to school. Always an early riser, he loved the mornings. They were quiet. Edil being home schooled meant he had the whole drive to himself, just those few minutes. Alone. When he'd gotten to the school he pulled his trombone from the trunk of his car, no baritone this time. He loved marching with the trombone. Once concert season rolled around he might switch to baritone. Or tuba. But for now it was just his trombone.
Getting up as early as he possibly could meant being the first kid in most days. It was relaxing. The band room was quiet for once and he could clean up his trombone, even if it really didn't need it. Greasing his slide would probably be good to do though. So he set about doing that, raising his head when he heard the door open.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 26, 2017 18:36:22 GMT -5
The only other person in the currently dimly lit room was Quentin, the only other person who seemed to like getting into the band room as early as possible. A small smile curled onto his face, happy to see the guy who he began to consider a good friend. He was awesome at helping others, never even seemed to get into any fights.It was refreshing. He padded over to his locker, near the boy. "Morning," He called out, his smiling faltering when a sharp pain shot up from his leg. He tried to hold it in, giving the guy a grin, noticing he was greasing his trombone. "You gonna try out for section leader?" He asked, unlocking his locker and pausing, looking for his practice sticks, the ones he usually carried around but left here the night before, being too tired and in too much pain to actually care. There. He thought, pushing away his lucky blue sticks and grabbing the pale brown ones, kicking off his converse and padding over to the percussion cabinet, grabbing the halter for his snare and setting it on, wondering if they would be marching. If not, he'd remain in his mismatched neon socks for the rest of the day.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 26, 2017 18:58:11 GMT -5
Quentin smiled when Simon spoke to him, glancing back at his trombone briefly before putting his slide grease away. He raised his head again, noticing the falter he let his brows furrow a bit but he just smiled back. "Morning." Putting his trombone back together he set it in the open case for now, standing up to bring feeling back into his legs which had fallen asleep.
"Yeah..actually. Someone said I should, considering who was leader low brass last year. Not the best. Not many low brass upperclassmen these days. None of the others really want to do it anyways. Probably not gonna have competition," he said, shrugging a bit, dusting off his pants some. "What about you? You're kinda the obvious choice if you try out I think."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 26, 2017 19:15:21 GMT -5
He set his snare down, brushing the dark blue wood on it affectionately, smiling at the thought of him becoming a section leader, cheeks pinking at the compliment. Honestly, he'd love it if he could be the leader, he practically did most of the duties anyways, helping the first years that didn't know how to read rhythms, cleaning up the rather messy back areas that the percussionists lived in, brought extra food for his section,and even kept the medical records of all of his "kids," meaning the rest of the percussionist. They called him mom. But he wasn't the only one who was vying for that position- Carlos wanted the position as well, and he was incredibly talented, ambitious, and a year older. The only thing that he had against him was that he was mixed up with some... contraband. Not that G knew about that or anything. Plus, he didn't know if he would actually have the time, with the influx of doctors appointments he was having as of late. He didn't have the energy to go through all of the other things required for leaders. "I don't know. Carlos has his eye on that position, and he fights dirty, plus he's older. He'd get it either way." He told him with a sigh, plopping down next to him, feeling some relief since he wasn't on his leg anymore. His eyes flicked to the entrance as other kids started to file in.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 26, 2017 20:10:23 GMT -5
"Mm. I disagree. But, what do I know?" Quentin gave a half shrug, offering a sad smile. "You'll probably be section leader in all our hearts. I think people like you more, but I guess that doesn't really mean much." He turned his gaze away from his friend as he watched some other kids show up. Sighing softly he knew the day would be starting. Though he'd much rather just sit and relax for another twenty minutes. Everything had just been feeling so heavy. Some time to sit back and just relax was well needed. But he didn't have a way of getting it. At least for now.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 26, 2017 20:25:43 GMT -5
Simon smiled softly at Quentins compliment, before standing up, patting the guys shoulder as he passed by, setting his snare on his shoulders, wincing visibly this time as his foot touched the ground, the extra weight of his snare making things worse. The dark haired boy paused, running a hand through his mop of hair, before walking back to his own section, giving a couple of kids some high fives, and helping a freshman get a bass drum on. It didn't take long for the percussionists to get ready and out on the field, as they had to get everything on earlier than the others, the toys being way too much work to get out quickly. Soon the others kids where wandering around the football field, waiting for the drum major to call them to attention. The tall boy let out a soft sigh, settling on the toms set, trying his best to settle the pain, grabbing some pain pills and popping them in his mouth and screwing up his face as he swallowed it with some water, hating swallowing pills. It would take awhile for them to kick in, and he could feel himself swaying slightly as he tried to fight against it.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 26, 2017 20:37:04 GMT -5
Quentin grabbed his trombone, helping some of the younger low brass kids make sure their slides were greased or valves oiled before they headed out onto the field. Before heading out he helped a sophomore get on their sousaphone, it was almost funny, such a small kid who played tuba. After that he headed outside, migrating closer to percussion and further from his own section as everyone was waiting. The sun was starting to rise and soon it'd be in his face. Sunglasses might've been a good idea. But other things were on his mind when he spotted Simon, concern rushing through his being as he stopped next to him, holding his trombone up as one end sat on the ground.
"How you holdin' up..? You okay?" He grimaced a bit at the gross amount of concern in his voice -- not that he wasn't! But..while he was a nice kid he didn't always openly show affection. Or know how to deal with heavier situations. If you had a funny joke Quentin was the guy to tell. If you needed to have a good cry he'd be there but he had no idea how to handle it. Especially with his own heavy stuff going on. But Simon was a different case.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 26, 2017 21:07:14 GMT -5
(So gonna be honest every day I forgot my sunglasses and I'm pretty sure that it definitely ruined my vision at least a little bit XD XD and aww cute)
"Yeah, just, um, bad joints, or something," Simon mumbled quickly, before shaking the 500 mm ibuprofen bottle, as if to indicate that he had already taken something. Hopefully the effects would start to kick in soon, because even walking didn't make it better, it actually made it worse, and he had no idea how he'd make it through the classes today. At least the load was light for him today, he had AP American Sign Language, AP Spanish, Honors Orchestra, and AP US history, and it would just be going over the syllabuses so that was a relief. His phone vibrated, and he glanced at it, frowning when he recognized the phone number as the hospitals. He felt his heart leap into his throat, but he glanced at Quentin. "It started up this summer, but I should be fine, Quen." He said with a soft sigh, putting his phone away, not wanting to worry his friend. The kid had enough to worry about, with his family life, he didn't want to make it any worse.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 26, 2017 21:18:10 GMT -5
(ahh lol i cant wear sunglasses. got regular glasses. kinda sucks. stand behind tall kids sometimes. heh.)
Quentin flashed a tight lipped smile, worry evident on his face. "Mmm. Sucks man," he said, brushing his shoe over the grass. He dropped his gaze, the nickname was nice at least. That much was good. At least the rest of his day would be pretty worry free. AP classes weren't really his style, he liked flying below the radar. Besides, music was more his style. He could leave the brains of the family to Edil. Kid was smart, good at programming. Looking back up at Simon he tried to keep his smile unfaltering.
"Hm. Hopefully it goes away," he paused. "I used to get migraines a lot. We kinda fixed that situation. But it wasn't as big of a deal I don't think. I stress a lot anyways which probably caused it." Quentin shrugged and looked back at Simon.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 26, 2017 21:32:53 GMT -5
( I was just dumb XD of course, the DM was always standing in front of the sunrise and I was in pit so I couldn't stand behind someone. Percussion was a trip. We're a weird bunch. One time we got bored so we started prancing around the track. )
"Ah, migraines are the worst- especially when its because of stress because its like your body giving you the big finger, like 'you're stressed out? hah. Have some pain with that stress." He flung his hand out in an extravagant gesture, before his dark eyes sobering for a moment. "Thats good that it was fixed, though. Hopefully they can fix up my leg- ah, I mean knee, soon," He commented, blushing a little at his slip. He couldn't help but wish that he had more classes with Quentin, but he preferred challenging courses, so he threw himself into all AP and honors courses, hoping it would look good on his resume one day. His mind wandered to the phone, wanting to know what they had found, knowing they would keep on calling until he answered, they would give him the news and... hopefully be sent to another specialist? One that wasn't oriented around cancer.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 26, 2017 21:39:54 GMT -5
(hehh omg. i was doubled for my dot. the kid i was doubled with was a really tall freshman. so i was saved.)
Quentin gave a brief bitter laugh. When he met Simon's eyes again he bit the inside of his cheek. 'Brighten up. Brighten up.' There was no need to cause anyone else more problems than they had so he flashed a small smile. "Yeah. That really sucks. At least until then you got meds. So that'll help. Better than nothing." Hopefully he could himself together by the end of the day, then he could talk to Simon more. It had been very up and down. Whether or not he was able to control his emotions on a given day. But this wasn't anyone else's problem, it was his own. He was a teenager. He was moody. Right? That's all it was and he would be fine. For now he'd just be a good friend.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 26, 2017 21:52:56 GMT -5
"Yeah, if you say so," He said with a small sigh, not wanting to mention that he had quadrupled the dosage on these things since the summer hit- that they where starting to not work as well as they had to. He twirled a drumstick in his hand absentmindedly, wonderingwhat he would do if he actually was... sick. He didn't know what would happen- what if he actually got so sick he couldn't march? He couldn't imagine that. He sighed, getting into formation, giving Quen a friendly wave, hoping he'd be in the band room after school, maybe they would be able to talk. (Time skip?)
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Post by antpelts on Feb 26, 2017 22:14:18 GMT -5
(yeah sure!)
By the end of the day Quentin was way more exhausted than he thought was possible. Who knew doing almost nothing all day could be so tiring. Maybe it wasn't the day. Or school. Maybe it was him. Maybe he was just being stupid at this point. Regardless he shook it off, stepping into the band room. He put the bounce back in his step, forcing himself to feel as bouncy as he usually acted. It only half worked. Either way it was better than nothing. Maybe Simon would be up for plans. Maybe getting out would make him feel better. The weird feeling was hanging in his chest and he had no idea what it was. But he couldn't depend on Simon to save him -- with pain who knew if Simon would be up for anything.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 26, 2017 22:35:49 GMT -5
Simon had finally mustered up enough courage to call them back during his lunch break, deciding that it would be better to just get it over with than sitting in misery all day. He didn't want to call around his mother, anyways, because she would be all fake worried, not letting go of him and crying crocodile tears either way. He was expecting everything to be clean, anyways. They had found a small mass before, so they biopsied it, reassuring him that it was probably just a bone spurr, something that could be taken care of easily. But they wanted to check, just in case. So when he called, he was nervous, of course, aware of the possibility of what it could be, but thinking it was something simple. He felt that he was punched in the gut when they asked if he would prefer to learn over the phone or in the hospital, and when he chose right then, he wasn't expecting it when they told him he had cancer. cancer/ How could that happen? The guy had been on the verge of tears the entire day, finally breaking down in his last class, leaving, saying he had to use the restroom. He set up an appointment for tomorrow, so he could see what the plan would be, trying to act as calm as possible given the circumstances. Now he was in one of the practice rooms, settled in front of a piano, head touching the cool wood for a few moments as he tried to collect himself, before settling delicate pale hands on the keys, beginning to play "Hopeless Wanderer" by Mumford and Sons. He paused, feeling some relief in the quiet beginning of the song, his voice quietly filling the space as he ran through the lyrics in his head, as the song continued he felt the panic rise once again, but he tried to sing through it, voice trembling and tears beginning to run down his face, although to most it would simply be because he was so entrapped in the song.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 26, 2017 23:05:13 GMT -5
Quentin looked around the room, the quietness was almost uncomfortable. He needed something to fill the space. Walking across the room he heard something soft, coming from the practice rooms. He took slow steps forward, stopping outside the door. Simon's voice reached him and he leaned against the door frame, not daring touch the doorknob. The situation was one he didn't understand. Simon was someone he only sort of knew. It wasn't his place to intrude. What could he do? Simon's voice was shaking and Quentin knew he wasn't exactly the most helpful person.
Worst case scenario: Simon tells him to leave. Best case scenario: Quentin gets to hold a sweet boy's hand and maybe pull him into a tight hug, feeling his heart beat.
Probable scenario: Simon's tears make him cry. He has no idea what to do.
Anything was better than the tenseness in his chest, though, he decided. Slowly reaching for the doorknob. He turned it with more care than he'd ever handled anything, opening the door slowly.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 2:21:02 GMT -5
Simon froze, for a moment forgetting what the next note was, hands trembling as he swore softly, hitting the sheet music off of the stand, rubbing his eyes as he tried to get a hold of him self. C'mon man. Pull yourself together. He thought, freezing as he saw the door slowly open, watching it with an expression akin to a deer in headlights. Ah, what if the band room suddenly filled up with kids, that they heard him having a complete and utter meltdown? He took his glasses off, trying to get the fog off of them, before sucking in some air when he realized it was Quen. Oh no... Not Quen. Anyone but him. He has enough on his plate already. He thought, trying to give him a friendly smile, but it looking more bitter than anything. "Heya, Quen," He managed, still partially glad he was there, that at least it wasn't one of his kids, or the band director.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 8:00:28 GMT -5
"Hey man," Quentin said, giving a weak smile back. He could feel his heart pounding, louder than anything else in the room. He slipped in and closed the door behind him, moving forwards so he could sit next to Simon. For a moment the silence was overwhelming, a sense of panic filling up Quentin's chest as he struggled for words. "..was lookin' for you," he finally settled on. That was safe. If Simon wanted to mention the crying he could. If not..he knew Quentin was here for him, at least, not just here to be here. He was here specifically for Simon. Maybe the two of them could hang out or something after school, get whatever it was off Simon's mind.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 17:21:19 GMT -5
Simon blinked in surprise, scooting over on the bench to give the boy some more room, feeling his face heat slightly when he sat down. The dark haired kid put on his glasses, cursing himself as he felt tears well up in his eyes again. "You where? Whats up?" He asked, not daring to rub his eyes, wondering how bad he must look, with puffy eyes and tears streaming down his face, hair messed up. He must look like a crazy prerson- not that he should care, but with Quen he did. Part of him wanted for the guy to ask him what was wrong, it would feel could to just blurt it out to someone, someone he didn't know so well, so he wouldn't have the sympathetic looks and over texting, he couldn't remember if Quen had his number. Maybe I should ask. He thought, his mind suddenly wandering to getting his number instead of the looming future, which seemed more manageable. Less scary.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 18:09:53 GMT -5
"Yeah. Was wondering what you were up to. Maybe we could go somewhere?" Quentin stopped himself briefly, wondering what what be going too far. He said it regardless though -- "looks like ya need it." He stopped himself there, it wasn't his place to ask what was wrong. Was he worried? Sure. Would he push Simon to talk about something that was potentially really heavy? Of course not.
The air felt tense, Quentin's breath caught in his throat. Was it silly to be nervous? It wasn't like he'd asked Simon on a date. Maybe it did feel that way. Sure they were friends but it suddenly struck Quentin that he had no idea if Simon knew about him. He'd dated another guy in their grade but that was forever ago. Most people had gotten over it and he hadn't known Simon that long ago.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 18:28:29 GMT -5
"Go somewhere?" Simon echoed, blinking owlishly, trying to remember the last time he really went anywhere with anyone. It might be silly, but his two best friends where back in Georgia, considering he lived there over breaks, and there where one or two kids he hung out with here, outside of percussion, and he didn't count his section. When you're in a section you have a family, but since he was "mom" it usually felt more like he was taking care of them instead of actually hanging out, besides the one person he could count as his best friend here, Emma (AKA "Dad" to the percussionists, making her his "Wife." The percussion family got really weird really fast.), and even then he couldn't lay on her all the stuff that was happening in his life. She was so stressed out with moving out of her parents house and trying to find a second job that he didn't want to add anything on to her, even if it was just hanging out (although he had stopped by her new place a few times to help unpack.), so hanging out with a guy, and quite the attractive one no less, was a pleasant surprise. He stiffened when Quen mentioned he needed it, but managed to give him a watery smile, because, honestly, he was right. Simon wanted to avoid going back home for as long as possible, not wanting to face the mother quite yet. Wait. Is this a date? Does Quen even date guys? He thought, trying to remember. He was never interested in others relationships, although he admittedly he'd look after the people he crushed on in jealousy when they where with another person. "Yeah. Yeah I'd like that." He managed, coughing a little, trying to clear his throat, almost wishing it was a date. He didn't have much of a dating history- he'd only dated two other people in his life, a girl, Alexis (which was horrible- she had a pedigree and was too much work, trying to tell him he had to give up his best friends, so he broke that off after... two weeks? Three, maybe??) and a guy, Sam, during his freshman year for about a month. The dark haired guy rubbed the back of his head, all of a sudden nervous about the thought of it actually being a date. (-Sighs- I miss band families. I had 2 main "wives" and like ten kids and three grandkids- and I had more family in the theatre department- one of my kids from both are coming to school with me next year so that'll be fun!)
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 18:56:59 GMT -5
(omg in band all our low brass mostly are the "dad lads" and we all have dad names like. "tall dad" "disappointed dad". its great.)
Quentin flashed a crooked smile, the atmosphere feeling a lot lighter now. Though a light blush fell over his tan cheeks as he thought about it being a date. "Heh-- nice. Cool. Is there anything you want to do? Specifically?" He stopped himself before he suggested a movie or even a dinner, any of those typical date activities. He definitely didn't want to creep Simon out. There had been a bad scene his freshman year with a boy. For Valentines day Quentin had gotten him some candy and was really nice about the whole situation but the kid kinda freaked -- he got the whole 'I'm not gay' spiel which hurt a bit. But he wasn't really surprised.
Regardless he felt some excitement building. Typically he'd hang out with his brother and his crew. While Oliver and Enzo were fine they weren't really Quentin's kinda typical friend. He was honestly surprised Edil hung out with them, his younger brother didn't come across as the punk type. They liked to hang out in the woods or play loud music or just be delinquents.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 19:06:49 GMT -5
(Yes thats amazing XD Lets see... We had me and my best friend, we where wives, and a third friend of mine who was my side wife, a friend who was my lover (a guardie) my two "Actual" daughters who where twins, plus four other kids who where in band but where more of my theatre kids and they called me mom too XD We also had other kids who had nicknames, like we had a "Little green" and a "dende" and a kid named Mainstream.)
"A-ah not sure. I don't go out much. " He admitted, closing his eyes lightly, feeling his head pound a little as his eyes dried out a little bit, trying to figure out where they would actually go. Chinese would be nice, not a movie. He always fell asleep in those, so he felt like it was a waste of money. Maybe head to one of our houses. He thought, but shook that idea away. Neither of them had ideal houses. He leaned over Quen, arm brushing his, and closed the piano quietly, wondering what he would suggest, hoping partially that it would be something that would keep his mind off of... It for awhile. His hands clenched as he was reminded of what he had to do tomorrow, and he felt the urge again to tell someone, but kept quiet, deciding if he did that it would be in a place that was a little bit less public.
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Post by antpelts on Feb 27, 2017 19:20:17 GMT -5
(omg. my bff is a trumpet and joined our low brass dad lads.)
"Hm. We could go out driving. Nowhere in particular. Or.." Quentin hummed quietly, touching his chin. Furrowing his brow he wracked his mind for all the places he'd been, all the things he'd done within the last few months. At the brush of their arms he felt a heat spring up on his face, spreading to his ears, a small grin pulling at his lips.
"How about...mm. I mean we could always go to my house? Play video games. I've got no idea who's home. Edil will probably be out with his friends though. They're always out running about."
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Post by sweetclover1 on Feb 27, 2017 19:31:11 GMT -5
"That sounds good! Maybe we could go and grab some take out? Thats what you do when you play video games, right?" He blurted out maybe a little bit to eagerly, before blinking, realizing that he must sound incredibly awkward. That probably showed him how little he actually did things with other people, he didn't even have the chance to play video games that often, really he only played the Assassins creed games, and still it had been over a month since he was able to. His mother was all about perfecting his skill so he could get into guilliard when he was a senior. I wonder if this will put a wrench into things. He thought wryly, before getting back and letting out a small hiss of pain, closing his eyes when he realized what it was now. I still can't believe it. Its... its everywhere in the leg, even in the cartilage. How are they gonna get that out? He wondered, before turning back to Quen. "Would you be able to drive? My mom, she uh kind of took my car during lunch, hers broke down so..." He shrugged, realizing she must have found out by now. He had been avoiding her calls since lunch, knowing she must have called them. He sent off a quick text to her, saying not to worry, he was fine. He was going to the doctor tomorrow to get a plan, and he could get there himself. And that he was going to go and hang out with a friend. (omg thats awesome)
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