A Chip in the Potts

Well Hello there! My name is Chip Potts, I'm sixteen, and a Junior at Disney High! I quite like books and tea. Come say hello whenever you'd like!

[butterwocky]

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[chipinmyspirit]

I’m…good, actually. Better than I’ve been in a while. What about you, Rye?

[butterwocky]

That’s awesome. I’m… Well I guess I could definitely be much worse.

[chipinmyspirit]

Well hey, that's good. I'm glad to see that things have calmed down here.

[butterwocky]

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[chipinmyspirit]

*Smiles and walks behind the counter, grabbing his apron* Yeah, I do. I work here.

[butterwocky]

Oh it’s you…

     [smiles] 

And how are you on this fine February afternoon? 

[chipinmyspirit]

I'm...good, actually. Better than I've been in a while. What about you, Rye?

[butterwocky]

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[sits behind the counter at hatters, staring down at her textbook until someone walks in] 

      Sit wherever, order whatever… you know the drill. 

[chipinmyspirit]

*Smiles and walks behind the counter, grabbing his apron* Yeah, I do. I work here.

[chipinmyspirit]

Perhaps "Dead Poet's Society" was not a good choice of movie to watch when I'm in a bad mood...

[mynamemeansbeauty-blog]

  Which great literary man are you with this year, Chip? I’ve chosen Mr. Darcy myself

[chipinmyspirit]

Good choice. I wouldn't say he's so much literary, but I've chosen Neil Perry from Dead Poet's Society.

[mynamemeansbeauty-blog]

Every year it seems my valentine is a book. Because who needs real men when there are fictional ones

[chipinmyspirit]

Ditto.

[pay-the-piper]

It looks like it might snow...

[pay-the-piper]

  It might just be flurries, though.

[chipinmyspirit]

Alright...good. Flurries I can handle.

[pay-the-piper]

It looks like it might snow...

[chipinmyspirit]

I really hope it doesn't. Snow is the last thing I need right now.

[mynamemeansbeauty-blog]

  If you want any help with it, Byronic Heroes, Dopplegangers, any of it, the shop is always open. The sign is more of a guideline than a rule

[chipinmyspirit]

*smiles and laughs lightly* Alright, Belle. Thanks a million, really.

[mynamemeansbeauty-blog]

  I’ve always loved Wuthering Heights. It’s not too sappy, on the cusp of the gothic and romantic eras. Not to mention you’ll get a jump on it before you have to tackle it in high school

[chipinmyspirit]

I'll look into it. I think we're reading it next anyway in class, though...oh well.

[chipinmyspirit]

Anyone around?

[brightariel-blog-blog]

  [ Ariel was passing by the boy, simultaneously wondering the same thing. The town seemed emptier, as of late. Perhaps she always went outside at the wrong time, never catching the time when the town was full and bustling. It was late-afternoon, and the night was coming.

She paused, turning around to face him. ]

          It’s weird, isn’t it? Disney is usually so full of life. 

             Then again, it’s not exactly tourist season. 

                  It’s too windy and dark. Too Irish.

[chipinmyspirit]

*Chip looks up and smiles at Ariel* I suppose you're right on that account. but none of the townspeople have been out much either.

[chipinmyspirit]

Anyone around?

[warren-fashionablylate-deactiva]

  Well, I’m always somewhere, soon as I figure out where.

[chipinmyspirit]

I suppose you have a point there.

[chipinmyspirit]

Anyone around?

This place has been rather lonely.

[pay-the-piper]

*eyes the Valentine's merch in the store windows*

I wish I had someone to give it to…

[chipinmyspirit]

I feel your pain....

[mynamemeansbeauty-blog]

New this week are romance novels at the Bookstore!

[chipinmyspirit]

Anything you could recommend, Belle? Not a big romance kinda guy, though.

[pay-the-piper]

  *looks at Chip’s shoulder, concerned* Do you need a doctor for that?

[chipinmyspirit]

I honestly don't know....maybe I should go, just in case?

[chipinmyspirit]

[Is taking a calm walk around the park, hands stuffed in his pockets. Everything seems fine until he slips on a patch of ice and falls flat on his face]

Shit!

[pay-the-piper]

Whoa! Are you okay?

[chipinmyspirit]

Agh! I think so. *He stands up slowly, hand pressed against his right shoulder* My luck, eh? Ow....