green-eyed heroine

+OC roleplay blog for Laurel Tanners +Affiliated with Città Alveare +Housed in apartment e-1 +Rank: Citizen

[areallifetinkerbell]

stakeouts and fakeouts || nxmirandy

[viiigilante-deactivated20150316]

                                  there is an enveloping moment of trust between                                   the two— he did not easily let just anyone lay a                                   finger upon those very cheeks of a MURDERER;                                   lips part to mutter a word of annoyance before                                   his vision became luminescent of the magic that                                   flowed between her finger tips. much like water,                                   her ability is a powerful stream and he ponders                                   deeply how she had been gifted with it— he is                                   much abnormal like her with a gift similar but                                   useless in the palms of this situation.

                                  he mutters a profanity under his breath as wound                                   stings and the very eyes gazing into hers— as if                                   seeking for an answer on whether to TRUST her—                                   melt to a red color. the veil that shroud his                                   alienating factor is gone— he is as much foreign                                   as she is upon the soils and dirt of earth. perhaps                                   that is what aides the bond he holds as he sits still                                   for her ability to perform its works.

                 losing interest in her intentions, his                  head tilts down inperceptually, eyes                  flicking around to observe dead worms                  upon cement, more as if a wounded                  animal than a criminal whose bounty                  is that of JUSTICE for breaking law                  on her shift.

[areallifetinkerbell]

   [ ✽ ]— This was... a weird one, alright. Laurel flinched slightly at his gaze, and turned her head just a fraction to the side; so quickly that one might not have even noticed. She couldn't put her finger on it, but the experience was unnerving, at the very least. Fingers twitched, and the girl had to mentally pull back from healing any more than what was absolutely necessary. She was no mind reader.. but she was an empath, and she'd touched some pretty warped feelings there.

   She tried not to jump away once she was finished; instead rising almost purposefully slowly and extending a hand to him to get up. "Um.. so, there you go! Good as new. You really shouldn't be running in the streets at dark, you know." Laurel tried to joke, though the words tasted dull and chalky on her tongue. Probably sounded even worse out loud.

   "Now..." Laurel tilted her head, studying him for a brief moment before green eyes flicked back up to meet red. "I have a couple questions, which I sincerely hope you won't mind answering." And just like that, she was all business again.

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

[ hi mods! hope you're having a great day. could i please put laurel tanners, original character, on a full hiatus? the date is 16/11, thank you!! ]

Hiatus will be noted.

— mod oo1

[vampiremonarch-archived]

Processing… Processing…

Try as hard as he may, but he just couldn’t stay focused enough to actually tune in all the way. It was more like fading in and out; something he usually does when Bubba is trying to explain his own sciency projects and junk to him. Not that he didn’t appreciate her telling him about this stuff.

Lack of attention span just prevented him from actually listening in.

"I… Wow, alright. Not gonna lie I kind got lost in the middle there. Something about mature grapes and sprouts and whatever… But I got’cha, don’t worry. Kinda interestin’ to be honest. But yer a nerd for this kinda stuff, arent’cha?"

[areallifetinkerbell]

   [ ✽ ]— Well, she was feeling pretty good about herself right now. Short, sweet, right to the point. Maybe her language skills actually were getting better—

                             Ooooor, maybe not.

    Green eyes shot wide open. "Wait, what? How could you possibly get lost through that- I... I-I said, like, five sentences- tops!" Laurel folded her arms, sticking out her lower lip in a pout. "..I mean, I guess I'm glad that you at least get it, but.." She wanted props for the whole explanation. Was that even the right word, 'props'? See, now this is why she needed help with her English.

   "Um.. define 'nerd', please. I just think it's important to know about, well, all the lovely green stuff we live on and off of, y'know?"

[ougurai-blog]

⊰♕⊱ ⋮ ʙᴏɴ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴛɪᴛ ⋮ {open/intro}

Knuckles grew white, teeth gnashed, body violently shook. The sounds of heavy pants disrupted the silence, a sharp hiss parted her painted lips— leering— glaring at no one in particular. She was pissed. Oh so very pissed. Just when she had managed to make an escape from the hands of those unforgivable bastards, somehow— someway some unknown lab-coated assholes managed to nab her when she least expected and they even had the fucking gall to imprison her in this hellhole. Some hellhole they call Hive City. Which, in her opinion, sounded dumb as hell.

Either way, she was still seething. The fates were either testing her for some inane reason or they were just fucking with her— punishing her. Bonney scoffed at the thought, immediately dismissing it as she focused back on those lab-coated assholes. Least they were generous enough to give it to her straight— the situation and briefing of the Hive. A dry laugh parted from her at that. The mere thought of those crafty, shitty scientists, Bonney couldn’t help but childishly yet infuriatedly stomp her heel against the gritty earth— much like a child ready to throw a tantrum. "Tʜᴏsᴇ ʙᴀsᴛᴀʀᴅs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ғɪsᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs﹗ I·ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴇ." The gluttonous pirate bit out indignantly, clenching her fists further as they shook.

Pivoting on her heel, pink locks obscured her sight briefly as she angrily pushed them aside. As her fists came to her sides, her stomach growled— loud as hell. She was pissed and hungry— no, famished. Not a good combination. Hands roughly dig at her pockets, only to find out she had no cash on her. Which meant one thing— a certain someone, some sad sack, was about to get their food nabbed and eaten by a certain starving pissed-off glutton.

Eying her target, gaze glued to the delicious spread of food, Bonney stomped towards them— immediately shoving them aside. "Mᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ﹗ I·ᴍ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ᴀs ʜᴇʟʟ, ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ᴏғғ, ᴀɴᴅ I·ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀʀɢᴜᴇ. Gᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇ."

[areallifetinkerbell]

   [ ✽ ]— Ah, food. She lived for it. And lived off of it, obviously, because no matter how strong of a connection Laurel had to nature- she was not a plant. Tragically unfortunate, of course, but that was just life.

   The girl leaned forward, thanking the vendor and taking the food in hand. She was running something of a tight schedule today- amazing, really, considering how often she had zero plans for the day -and hadn't had enough time to stop at the apartment and whip up lunch. Fast food will suffice instead, she'd told herself after getting in line. However, Laurel couldn't help but wrinkle her nose once she actually had her meal in hand and had started to walk away- it looked very, very greasy. This wasn't the first sacrifice she'd made today, either.. she hadn't even gotten that blue sweater on the window display; stupid thing was sold out in her size. Provided all the setbacks... she was starting to settle into a rather irritable mood. 

   Honestly, Laurel would have much rather just forgone her entire to-do list, run back to her comfy bed, and slept till 2:30 in the afternoon.. but that wasn't really the responsible route, was it? She had to run her errands. She had to go job hunting again, she definitely needed a pile of new ingredients for that recipe she had found the other day, and-

                              "Hey!" 

   She yelped, being knocked aside from her purchase. It was just the thing to fully set her off. Laurel caught her balance, gripping at her bag strap and glaring at the person who had so rudely grabbed the bag out of her hands. "That's mine, you know." The teen growled.  "It might look gross, but I'm not gonna let you just grab it when I paid full and well for the stuff." 

[areallifetinkerbell]

    [ ✽ ]— "You know what would make all of the apartments in this city look, like, one thousand percent nicer?"

   "Window boxes. Why don't we have window boxes?"

[areallifetinkerbell]

tea time || aterriblesouvenir

[aterriblesouvenir]

The youkai tilts her head to one side, easily grasping the other’s concern, even without the aid of her mind reading. With pursed lips, she reflects briefly upon her mature speech and royal posture. It makes sense for her to appear as an odd duck to others, with her child like appearance contrasting her old fashioned language.

”Must be a pretty good book, then. What’s it about?”

“Oh, this thing? Just some texts on psychology. It happens to be my favorite subject.” Satori smiles thoughtfully, patting the book cover gently. Her other hand reaches to take a delicate sip of her tea.

Referring to psychology as her favorite subject can be considered an understatement. Not just an avid reader of that topic, she writes of it, too. No, not just that, she practically breathes and lives through it. Bearing an understanding of the human mind beyond that of mere humans, she is well engrossed in the subject at hand.

“What of you? What do you enjoy reading about? Nature, perhaps?”

“Thanks, but it’s not like there’s anything either of us could do about it.”

Satori takes another sip of tea, nodding at the other girl’s wisdom. It is a bit of a shame losing time, but if it is no bother to her. It is merely a relief that her table mate chooses not to take frustrations out on her.

“Hm, yes, I think you would be correct. Life needs some variety to spice things up. Unfortunately, too many citizens here decide to go overboard in that regard.”

[areallifetinkerbell]

   [ ✽ ]— Good lord. Psychology. And she looked about the same age as a child, so- how far behind was Laurel, exactly? She'd never been the best student on Terralite.. but the school board she'd adapted to in her new hometown was much more lenient. She must have been fooling herself this whole time, then. Intelligent? Her? Laughable. She was being shown up by a sophisticated pink-haired girl half her height, and, perhaps even half her age.

   "...Cool." Laurel said finally. "Uh.." Desperately, she groped for any bit of conversation to lead on with. "Oh! Um, actually, my older sister is studying psychology right now." The teen frowned immediately after saying so. That wasn't completely assured now, though, was it? Steph could had dropped out of uni, or changed her major, or whatever else in the time that Laurel had been a resident in Hive. "She's also really interested in forensic sciences. Which is funny, because-"

   Ah, but Satori had already beat her to it. She smiled. "Yes, actually. I like environmental sciences, my sis likes chemistry, and my mom works with physics a lot in her job." Not to mention that they were all extraterrestrial- so that kind of covered space sciences, too. Her birthdad was the only missing link. "The books I read are mostly, like, activity kind of books, y'know? 'How To Make Your Garden A Beautiful Living Space' and stuff like that." Laurel shrugged. For her, learning knowledge was useless if it couldn't actually be applied in real life. Many other high school students would agree, she was sure.

   Nodding energetically, she continued. "Gosh, I know, right? Just yesterday someone went totally loco at the cashier for messing up their drink order." Laurel shook her head. "And I was just over in the corner, like- girl. Chill." Aaaaand back to the 'teen speak' she went.

[potatoesandmolasses]

   ”Lady… you understand me so well. Just imagine the looks on people’s faces when they see thousands of big boulders rollin’ their way! It’s like a rocky miracle!”

[areallifetinkerbell]

    [ ✽ ]— "...Okay, well, actually, that's starting to sound more like a life-threatening situation than anything else, but- still cool. You're cool."

   "And cute, too, um- how old are you, sweetie?"

[potatoesandmolasses]

   ”Did you know that when you roll rocks down hills, they collect smaller pebbles on the way to make really huge boulders? Kinda like snowballs, but way more dangerous. That’s a rock fact!”

[areallifetinkerbell]

   [ ✽ ]— "Like- like rockballs! That's so cool, omigosh." 

   "But wait.. there's gotta be a better name for a phenomenon like that. How about... um- well, it sounds different from a landslide, so maybe -got it! A rockslide!"

[sunshinephd-blog]

life's a game of war and.. war ☀ ca intro

[sunshinephd-blog]

         He’s glad that he’s not interrupting anything as far as she says, but he does get the feeling that he might have shown up at a bad time (she did say “kind of” after all!). Still, he lets any concerns about that go and instead focuses on letting her speak, listening to her explanation. Will should have been focusing on her face as she spoke, really, but as soon as any sign of a wound was out in the open, that’s what his gaze was drawn towards.

         He wonders if she got that from something involving the war.. If that’s the case, then that meant that this whole thing is actually real. He isn’t sure how much he’d been considering it seriously until this point, but everyone he met so far was acting pretty frantic, so he shouldn’t have been taking it so lightly. Maybe that’s just a consequence of being an optimist, he decides, and tilts his head back up to let his eyes meet her face instead of her hands.

         "Oh, Gods. ‘Big bad guys.’ That’s never a good sign. I hate those, actually." Will hopes that his joking is apparent because, as severe as this situation might be, the mood can’t be kept low, can it? That just wouldn’t do well for anyone— especially those who need to keep their morale high. Despite the obvious humour, however, he actually does sort of mean it, too. He’s getting pretty tired of big bad guys thinking they can just take over whatever they want.

         He tries to keep his smile from earlier— keeping a positive attitude is a good idea, right? It’s hard when his smile is laced with concern from hearing about people being injured or killed, but he does try, he really does. “I’ll take your word for it.. and you’re right, I probably shouldn’t involve myself. But if people are getting hurt.. I don’t know if I can stand by, either.”

         It’s so unfortunate being a nice guy sometimes, you know? He should file a complaint to whoever inspired him to become this way. Will could do with these picked up traits being taken back at a time like this. "I mean.. I can, sort of, kind of, heal people, you know? Speaking of which, that wound you have, whatever it is— I can fix it, if you like." If she doesn’t let him heal it, the least she can do is let him fix that gauze job.. He’s sure she tried, but.. well, being known as an unofficial doctor has led him to be a bit picky about things.

[areallifetinkerbell]

   [ ✽ ]— Gods? That was the first thing that stuck out as weird to her. As far as she'd known, that wasn't common human slang.. though, perhaps it was that making the term plural gave it more significance. Or at least something close to that. Laurel didn't ask.

   His optimism was infectious, and despite herself, she smiled, too. "Yeah, don't we all." Nobody liked big bad guys, baddies, whatever you wanted to call them- they were always just bullies, with a name and a group to follow them. This case was no exception. It was a little fuzzier around the edges, sure, with all the chaos and confusion going on, plus Laurel being out of it for so long... but there was a very clear king among the mob. You could even call him a knight. 

   Within her own sector, there was a top dog as well. She aimed to track them down and end this whole mess... originally. Now, Laurel knew full well that she didn't have enough strength for it. What did she have? Flight plus the ability to throw a few rocks. No weapon, rusty in a fight at best.. and that reduced her to merely a guardian. It was fine and dandy helping people out and escorting them to the safezone, but she still wanted more. And what use was a guardian of anyways, when she couldn't even take care of herself properly?

   Will jolted her out it. "...Wait, you know healing magic?" She tipped her head, looking at the other with a new sort of light in her eyes. Up until now, the girl had assumed she was the only one capable. 'Rather shortsighted of her to think so, of course, but it wasn't like you just waltzed up to anyone in Hive and started chatting them up about what powers they may or may not have."I would- I would appreciate that. Much." Laurel chose her words carefully.

  She didn't want to seem ungrateful, she did want her forearm healed up- but it still bothered her than she couldn't fix it on her own. Plus, she'd just met the guy. Even if he was nice, and affirmed that he might want to join the resistance... that didn't guarantee she could trust him; especially in the current trust no one war circumstances.

   You know what? Who cared about paranoia now, anyways. If he could help, she'd gladly accept. Laurel took in a little breath, and started to unwrap her arm again. She held it out. "Promise me you won't be a baby and faint or something."

[foureyecrow]

Mikoshiba paused, he wasn’t the best at picking up sarcastic looks or remarks so after a few seconds he was overwhelmed with frustration.

 ❝You’re the crudest woman I’ve ever encountered.❞  The RedHead huffed, agitated, usually he could somewhat handle any situation that arises.. Especially if it involves running away from girls that fawn over him, but since she was different he was determined to conquer her. 

❝I’m sorry.❞ Mikoshiba faked a smile, bowing slightly.   

❝We’ve seemed to start off on the wrong foot, let me try again. Hello, my name is Mikoshiba and you are?❞  

[areallifetinkerbell]

   [ ✽ ]— "What a compliment." Eh, she decided to take it as one, anyways. Nothing wrong with being blunt sometimes.

   Laurel tilted her head, frowning curiously. This guy was hard to get a grip on. One second, he was berating her, and the next he was ready and willing to get all polite again. Certainly that called as suspicious behaviour... or maybe just a rising case of paranoia again. She gave him another once-over, sighed, and then gave in. "Right, right. Nice to meet you, Miko." Ah, a donned nickname already. "I'm Laurel."

[sunshinephd-blog]

life's a game of war and.. war ☀ ca intro

         So, right. Sulking about being stuck here is all fine and dandy, but eventually there comes a time where it stops being peachy and starts becoming annoying (to himself, even). At least it’s a bit easier to get over with everything that’s going on. As much as Will would like to stay stuck in his room, away from all of the chatter he hears about war, especially when he just barely avoided being apart of one back home thanks to a certain two kids and a goat (‘satyr,’ sorry), it doesn’t really seem possible. Not if people are getting hurt, anyway.

         But, um.. First tings first, he needs information. He can’t just jump into something that he knows nothing about, but asking around also seems like it would be painful. That’s not to say that he’s not able to, because he is, and he probably will end up doing so, but if he runs into someone else that doesn’t know anything, well.. no, it’s best to stay positive, right? Surely they could scout for information together then or, at the very least, become friends… allies? Either works. Either would be very much appreciated in this particular time of.. you know, being sort of stranded on his own.

         Taking chances is probably one of his specialties, despite how many times he’s advised others against it for safety reasons, and now is not an exception. It doesn’t take him very long to find a place with quite a few people. Will only has to single one out now, but who? It’s hard to pick, especially when this is a game of risks (because who knows? He could choose someone dangerous), so he opts to do what every smart demigod would do in this sort of situation: he plays “eenie, meenie, miney, moe.”

         The “game” doesn’t take very long to complete internally and, once he’s done and has successfully chosen one of the people at random, Will approaches, putting on his friendliest smile in an attempt to make himself seem nice and maybe a little less like a threat in case they’re… temperamental.

         "Hello!" he chimes, choosing his words carefully inside his head before he continues. "I hope you don’t mind this interruption of… uh, whatever you’re doing, but do you happen to know anything about this… ‘war?’" Yep, what a pleasant topic to make friends with. "It’s better to be in the know, I think.. I just got here and I don’t want to stumble into anything accidentally, so.. if you know anything, I’d love to hear it!"

[areallifetinkerbell]

   [ ✽ ]— You never really knew how good you had it until all that good stuff was gone. What was Laurel missing this time? Her healing magic. It was proving almost impossible to make any real progress on her own priorities when she couldn't even bandage herself up properly.

   Green eyes narrowed, settling on the task in front of her. You're going down, knot. She'd never been much of a Girl Scout, but, come on.. it shouldn't be this hard just to tie the darn thing off. Laurel tried again to dress the wound. She extended one hand, wrapping the gauze around, ignoring the gross feeling of blood pooling out of the cut and soaking through, leaning forward with her teeth to rip off the end, and- tada! That had worked. Sort of.  

   It had been a stupid injury to get, anyways. Crawling through wreckage without protection... sure, it had saved her butt in the long run, but she should have been more careful. Laurel stared down her hands- the finger pads pink, stained, and immediately shoved them back into her pockets and looked up (way up) at the newcomer. "Er, no, you're not interrupting me at all... not really."

   About halfway through his speech, it dawned upon to her. "Oh, no- you're not new to Hive, are you?" Talk about bad timing. Forgetting herself, Laurel sighed and ran a hand through her hair- exposing her bloodied knuckles, the bandages, and everything else. "Well, as far as I know- this big, powerful guy got the chance to stage a takeover... and he did. And now there's people appointed in each sector to do what he says, or something, and civilians are getting hurt and some are dying and- and it's just awful, ready. I wouldn't involve myself, if I were you.

[areallifetinkerbell]

lmao okay well i literally just figured out this whole war deal (word of advice- don't ever skip a day of Citta because you will miss E V E R Y T H I N G) so i wanted to make a post about it right away!!

laurel will be actively participating as a resistance force, though not in any one particular sector. i'll leave that up to decide the setting based on who i'll be writing with

it's kind of her thing to protect the defenseless, innocent, yada, yada and she recently received her power of flight again which gives her another advantage in battle- basically, she's a good person to have on your side

i have a request pending for her healing magic ability to be returned, as well. if that goes through than laurel will probably take on more of a background role, as a nurse and getting people to safety instead of being in the front lines

it'd be nice to get 1 or 2 threads so definitely message me if you want to do something!!

[bahalukswell]

{ candy store; closed.

After living in sector one and hating it, a person would think Anemone would prefer to not ever come back to the sector; however, the pilot almost had a feeling on longing towards it. Not towards the people that lived in it, no, but the quaint candy shop that was often near the apartment building. It had chocolate that she was quite fond of, and most of the shops in sector five didn’t even compare. She mused it ironic, that such a unique place could be so troublesome to get to.

Stepping off the train with a large purse at her side, the girl looked around — boring people in a disgusting sector. Looks like she hadn’t missed much. An annoyed sigh passed through her lips as she moved forward with the crowd. As she expected, nothing looked all too familiar. The buildings could have moved a million times since she last stepped into the place. Her eyes darted through the crowd to scan for anyone who didn’t look annoyed or confused by the schematics of the sector, and she spotted the green-haired girl after a few moments. A fake smile adorned her lips as she surged forward to make contact.

"Hey, why don’t you help me find something in this place?”

[areallifetinkerbell]

   [ ✽ ]— Stupid, stupid. Missing her stop like an idiot! And she still had half of her list of errands to run. There was no one to blame but herself, of course. Note to self... bringing the earbuds out did not increase the day's productivity. 'Mostly just limited it, actually. Laurel stepped off of the bus as soon as they hit the next stop, heels clicking on the ground. A grinding noise cut through the blasting music of her pod, and she peered up the street. Ah. It was just the train. Nothing too big of a deal. Now, back to her list...

   However, Laurel didn't get very far before she was stopped again. She sighed slightly, and turned around at the tap of her shoulder. It took her a second to fully register the newcomer's appearance. Pink hair...? Huh. Up until now, she'd assumed that had been uncommon on Earth.

   Oh, geez, wait, now the girl was talking at her and the pause button was stuck, blasted thing— giving up, she just yanked out her earbuds and dropped them back into her purse. Laurel gave an apologetic smile, tapping the side of her purse. "Sorry, couldn't hear you. Could you repeat that, please?" Even in the morning rush, tired, and a tiny bit (read: very) irritable, the girl insisted on being courteous to every one. It might have helped if she hadn't had her buds in the first place, though.

[areallifetinkerbell]

   [ ✽ ]— “Ever heard of thermal underwear?”

[bustygoth-deactivated20160127]

❥天使{  「I feel like thermal underwear would make your vag get all stuffy and that’s just a no-no. I mean like, changing clothes in general. What if you don’t sleep with a bra? Then you’re fucked.」

[areallifetinkerbell]

    [ ✽ ]— "Aw, dude, don't be gross. It's not like it's made out of anything different than what you're already wearing... I hope."

   "Well, that's an easy fix- just sleep with a bra. Carry out the Madonna tradition, or whatever."

[bustygoth-deactivated20160127]

[bustygoth-deactivated20160127]

     ❥天使{  「The only thing I hate about the colder seasons is that you can’t strip without your titties freezing up.」

[areallifetinkerbell]

   [ ✽ ]— "Ever heard of thermal underwear?"

[areallifetinkerbell]

two for the price of one || lowvoicedradiohost

[lowvoicedradiohost-deactivated2]

She didn’t believe him about the wheat. Nobody here ever did. He really hoped there was nothing to fear from the loaves of bread. Just because he hadn’t seen one turn into something horrible yet didn’t mean it was never going to happen. The city-wide ban back home wasn’t for nothing. Still… if she wanted to take her chances, she could.

"I don’t mind snakes generally, but these ones were green, three feet long, loathsome and terrifying and… several other descriptors I can’t recall at the moment, the ban was enacted, like, two years ago, right? I haven’t had white or wheat bread forever.” Sort of a bummer, but ‘because snakes’ sounded like a good enough reason to avoid the stuff as far as he was concerned.

"Good. Nobody should ever go to the library any more than they absolutely must,” Cecil said emphatically in response to her next words, eyes widening just a touch at the mere thought of librarian confrontations. “Like a scientist? Oh, that’s one of the best things a person can be. There is nothing wrong with talking like a scientist.”

He paused, thinking that over. “Oh, I guess script was the wrong word. It’s more of an outline but even that is usually enough. I have a list of things that need to be discussed, and I can talk about those things in whatever way I like, and usually I fill extra air time talking about… whatever I want. My cat or my boyfriend or my interns. You know, anything that comes up.”

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   [ ✽ ]— She stared at him for a few moments longer; trying to gauge whether or not he was still kidding. Cecil did sound awfully serious about it, but- it was bread. Whole grain products didn't just up and turn into reptiles whenever they felt like it. Maybe he was just mixing up reality with a bad dream or something.. "I'm sure it's different here." Laurel said finally. "Hive isn't anything like my old home, so it's probably not like yours, either. Following that logic.. the bread should be safe, too." Remember that thing about talking like a scientist? She was starting to slip back into old habits again.

   "Actually, it gets to be kind of a big deal when you're only sixteen." Laurel replied noncommittally, starting to move along again. Fresh fruits- check. Bread- check. Next up, eggs and milk. "I mean, sure, it works fine when you're doing in class presentations- but outside of school, giving Ted Talks all the time paints you as a total geek. I can't afford to let my reputation to slip to that." She talked so innocently.. almost as if any of that stuff still mattered here. "And wait, what exactly is so bad about going to the library?" He sounded like one of the skater kids in the back of homeroom who absolutely refused to even be in five foot proximity of a book.

   She considered that. "Oh, okay. I think I get it. So there is still a lot of independence on your part- creative speech, stuff like that that gets through." The girl tipped her head again, signifying that she had another rising curiosity. It bubbled through her lips before she could put a cork in it, unfortunately. "You have a boyfriend?" Honestly, you could just see it in her eyes that Laurel was thrilled to have a bit of gossip to poke at. "What's he like? How long have you guys been going out? Is he in the city, too? Do you live together?"

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Fluff, Touch. (Yoooo~)

Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo?

Puppies, man. Other small animals. Laurel's the kind of person who cries over the smallest things- like, legitimately tiny things because she proclaims everything is cuter when it's smaller -and then holds a straight face through the entirety of The Fault In Our Stars.

Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

Laurel is pretty touchy feely. And she's comfortable enough with people to shake hands or exchange high fives at first meetings, lay a hand on their shoulder, whatever- thought it remains to be said if the person on the other end is comfortable.