Dylan &quot;Dumbo&quot; Price

My power's out.

sebastian-wright

Do you have candles and flashlights?

I have the flashlight on my phone.

#c:sebastian

My power's out.

aquanderson

Just offering. The rain did some things to the town, huh? A few candles should be easy though. Any particular scent?

I guess so...a little more damage than I would've expected. Um, no. Anything's fine.

#c:aqua

My power's out.

lostgirldarling

Oh, I do wish I could help, but I’m no good with electrical wiring. Are you going to be alright?

Me neither. I'll be fine. I'm not entirely sure I know what started it yet, so if it doesn't come on by tomorrow, I'll probably do some investigating. Or, actually, later tonight. I don't have much food in the fridge, but that's $50 worth of groceries.

#c:wendy #hi

Anita paused for a short moment, concocting an educated answer, “I am a firm believer that there is more meaning to us, more work to be done, than just here on Earth. I don’t know what’s after this life, but I don’t think it’s nothing. I believe in God, if that’s what you’re wondering. Just not the God everyone claims him to be.” She smiled, hoping he would understand her theories on an afterlife. “I prefer tea. You know why? Because when you smell tea, it tastes just the same, even better sometimes. But when you smell coffee, it’s tastes worst than what it smells. Coffee is deceiving.” She laughed to herself. She always despised coffee, but she believed that her fondness for tea began because she lived in London. She placed the cup to her lips, smiling at Dylan. She took a sip and nodded in agreement, “I only drink espresso if I need to stay up pretty late for exams and such. Do you have a favorite tea?”

#p:anita #job hunting #i probably won't have a life again for a couple days though so there's that

Dylan smiled, and something was blooming inside of him, though he wasn't sure what. "Me too," he said, serenely. In this moment, he felt grounded, and humble, and electrified in a way he'd never been before. There was nothing particularly unique about this day or moment, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was. "It's rare that you come across someone you agree with 110% when it comes to existentialism." His head cocked to the side as he took his first sip of ridiculously sweet coffee. "I happen to enjoy it. But you're right, when people make a bad cup of coffee you can't really tell until you drink it." He put his mug down and felt himself getting distracted by Anita's eyes, her smile, and the way the sun was striking her face. "Um, not really. Just depends on what I'm feeling, I guess. Do you?"

My power's out.

aquanderson

Well.. you could stay at my house if you’d like? Only if it’s convenient for you.

#c:aqua #how're you love?

Oh, thanks, but I'm alright. But it actually would be great if I could borrow a few candles. It'll probably come back soon.

My power's out.

It's getting late. Great.

#carthaystarter #not dead

Anita shrugged, smiling once again, "If it is, it is, I suppose. Good byes are never for forever, no matter what. Even after death. Besides, if it was a semi permanent good bye, he knows I care for him. We have that mutual understanding, you know?" She poured some honey in her tea, stirring lightly. She took a sip, and nodded, "I try to stay away from sugar. I prefer honey anyways. I take it you prefer coffee over tea?"

#p:anita #job hunting #not dead #my power went out...

"How so?" Dylan asked. He was interested in her theories about life after death, and assumed that's what she had been referring to. "Yeah, I do," he said, but he really didn't. As he mixed his sugary concoction, half of his mouth lifted in a grin. "It depends on my day. Depends on what you need."

Job Hunting // Anita + Dylan

"I suppose…" Dylan was right, but Anita felt like his insisting that he wasn’t all that important was deeper than soccer. However, she wasn’t up for debating. She smiled and shook her head, "Well, people get busy… it’s honestly not sad at all. I fully supported him in his decision to leave Carthay. I miss him, but not terribly," she shrugged, "I don’t mind to be honest. I will see him when he return home. Good bye’s are never for an eternity. They’re always more like ‘see you soon’s.’ She was about to go into the depths of what she would do when he returned, but she was cut off by the waiter who had returned with the drinks. He asked if they wanted anything to eat, and Anita nodded, "Just a house salad." She smiled at Dylan as she handed the waiter her menu.

#p:anita #job hunting #i'm so busy what i'm sorry #i'm going to be busy tomorrow too omg

Dylan rarely argued with people, so he accepted Anita's consummation. Though he was sure that they weren't in agreement. "You never know when your goodbye is a 'see you soon' though. 'Til death do us part.'" Dylan began plucking cream from the small ceramic bowl, and poured three of them into his coffee. As he poured three sugars as well, he ordered a poppy seed muffin, because nothing on the menu appealed to him. "White death," he explained to Anita as he emptied the last sugar packet into his drink.

Job Hunting // Anita + Dylan

"You shouldn’t put yourself down," Anita stated. "Yes, but without a goalie how would the team prevent goals from being made. Do not argue with me, Dylan Price, you know you will lose. You position is rather important," she smiled in reassurance that she was series about his importance but not the chastising. She shrugged again, not letting it phase her, "He’s busy I presume. He always locks himself up for days, even weeks, to finish a piece. Besides, I’m not too worried about him. He can handle himself, and so can I. Well, yes we are. He’s really the only one who can pull me away from my work, but I try not to put my dependence on people. I love Roger and he’s like family to me, but honestly, I don’t blame him for leaving or not calling. He wanted to make it big, he always said." Anita wasn’t too upset for Roger’s absence. He was one of her only friends, more like a brother if anything. However, she supported his decision.

#p:anita #job hunting #sorry this sucks tremendously

"Yes, but without a forward, no one would be able to score. Everyone on the team is equally important. I'm just as important as everyone else." Despite Anita's assurances that all was well, he still felt bad. "But still, it's kind of sad that you don't get to speak to him or see him that often. You guys are so close. I'm sure you miss him tremendously, I'm just--I wish you could see him more frequently." Did he, though?

Um, okay, cool. Um, just give me a minute. I guess. Uh, please don’t jack all of my stuff or try to kill me while gone. I’d really rather not have that happen. Uh, what size are you?

Why do you keep saying that I’m gonna steal your shit or kill you? I’m cold and wet, not...

Um, right, okay. I'll be back then. [leaves and returns a few moments later with the largest t shirt he owns] Here, [he tosses the shirt to him] try this. T might be a little small but it's all I've got. So I know you've already told me why you broke into my apartment but I'm still a little fuzzy on some details. For instance, why did you break into my apartment? It may have been raining but there are other options that don't include risking jail time.

#c:lock

alana-del-anderson

"Watch Out!"

Dylan ducks as low as he can. "WOAH! Wha--what are you doing?

#mobile

[stares blankly at lock] you’re lock and you picked the lock. Um, okay. You’re not going to kill or rob me or anything, are you?

Yeah, you got it. Nah. I just need clothes that aren’t wet.

Um, okay, cool. Um, just give me a minute. I guess. Uh, please don't jack all of my stuff or try to kill me while gone. I'd really rather not have that happen. Uh, what size are you?

#c:lock

[sits up and rubs his eyes] I’m Lock. I picked the lock because I was cold and wet. Your couch is fuckin’ soaked now, sorry. Do you have any extra shirts and pants? What size are you?

#c:lock #It's pretty good

[stares blankly at lock] you're lock and you picked the lock. Um, okay. You're not going to kill or rob me or anything, are you?

"Sometimes it’s kind of boring," he admitted. "I spend a lot of the game just kind of standing around watching the game. But yeah, I’ve had a lot of balls in my face," he said. His eyes widened. "I mean—" he stopped himself. Maybe she wouldn’t hear what he had said the...

#p:Anita #job hunting #maybe #mobile

"I'm really not that important," Dylan protested. "Everyone on the team is equally important. That's what makes it a team." He frowned. "Why hasn't he called more often? Aren't you best friends?" He couldn't imagine someone ignoring Anita. Maybe he wasn't ignoring her though. Maybe he was just busy. Still, he felt sad about Anita feeling sad.

[rolls over when dylan prods him, his face down] It was raining. Shh. Tired.

#c:lock #i can only remember the doctor lab experiment one with the chimp

[Dylan blinked a few times.] Dude, who the hell are you? What are you--how'd you get in here? What do you mean it was raining? That's not--you can't--[Sighs]

Job Hunting // Anita + Dylan

She smiled as he understood her Englsih terms, “Wow, that’s pretty brave of you. The ball comes directly at your face more than once.” She nodded, “Oh, well thank you. I’ll always make time for you too, dear.” Anita began to tell Dylan he initial question, but stopped herself as he remembered. “I think it’s nice too. Not many people in this town really connect with. I mean, Roger did…but he left to make music, make a name for himself. I don’t blame him for going, but I miss his company sometimes. However, it’s nice that you’re here.” She tilter her head in confusion….why did he stop talking so quickly? Did he think she wouldn’t understand.