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curiouschristopher:

Yeah, exactly! [ As she changed closed her book, Christopher sat up. ] Oh yeah, all you have to do is ask one of them about it and they’ll go on and on. The tomatoes are the worst. Since everyone can’t decide if they’re a fruit or vegetable, they’re an outcast in the community. It’s rough. And no, I’m not a farmer, although I’m sure that would be fun.

“Avocados too? Aren’t they disputed?” Absently, Maya wondered if he had been some sort of produce, before -- like she’d been a shark, or other people had been cars, and woodland creatures. It wasn’t wholly unlikely. She elected to believe him. “I can ask, but something tells me they’d not be so inclined to tell me much. Maybe I should become a farmer, just to learn their secrets.”

#(c.)#(c:christopher.)

curiouschristopher:

Well, if you don’t feel like an apple, what about another fruit? I’m sure it would be the same concept. Fruits all get along with each other, it’s the vegetables they don’t like. Old-age rivalry and stuff, all a bunch of misunderstandings. [ His fingers absentmindedly ran through the blades of grass ]

“I see, like some berries or a orange or something.” Maya hummed in thought, knocking her book closed with an elbow as she decided to rive this conversation her full attention -- she was out of her element enough in it, so it seemed like it required her full attention. “I didn’t know fruits and vegetables didn’t like each other, though I suppose that makes sense. Are you a farmer?”

#(c.)#(c:christopher.)

rickyffs:

“O-oh..” Ricky said in a small voice, biting his lip slightly. “B-but I insist.. I know I’m probably bothering you, but I.. I don’t know.” Looking down slightly, cheeks growing red. He’s trying harder now to speak up more to strangers so he isn’t ultimately alone, but it gets a bit hard at times. “J-just keep it? Just so when your hour to eat comes up, you’ve got something of sub-substance.”

Maya let her smile fade down to something genuine. There was no need to let her (admittedly atrocious) people skills make the poor boy nervous or anything. He seemed sweet; like someone who had no reason to be nervous of her. “Well, if you insist. Thank you,” she said, finally, in reply, reaching her hand out towards his proffered sandwich, trying to imbue her fingertips with gratitude as she knew to show it. “If I’m being honest, I probably would have forgotten my whole plan later, so this’ll really be a lifesaver.”

#(c.)#(c:ricky.)#ricky is so cute i cant handle him sometimes

kalitabbit:

Sunny days and all was unwell… It was quite the pickle and from the views of it others were ready to feast. As Kali searched around the halls of the school many did not appreciate her presence in the ways she wanted to be; sure there were a view over-the-clothes-touching encounters and a plethora of eye rolling and confused looks, but that was never quite enough. There needed to be something more. So off she bounced about singing a rather loud tune twirling in circles. Spinning so out of control Kali precariously landed among a few books, hearing a rather unimpressed reply. “Choices often travel to and back, it’s often what we lack. Though I suppose you can always take it back. Regrets are not quite as sexy as you might be without them.” Ripping the corner out of Maya’s book Kali made a small paper airplane before giggling. “Maye it’s something else that you’re feeling… After all you don’t sound so sure.”

Maya looked down, surprise evident on her face -- a rarity. It’s always been rather hard to sneak up on the girl whose mission in life is to sneak. But the girl speaking nonsense from the blanket, by her textbook, had arrived when Maya was busy speaking to no-one, eyes shut, headache coming on strong. Her mouth opened, no sound coming out as she collected her thoughts, as she hated speaking when she didn’t know where her mouth was going, and she felt her eyebrows lift in a display of her slowly-dissipating shock. “Interesting line of thought...” She began, trailing and wavering. “You sound more knowledgeable on regret than I am, though. Choices too, maybe, but I do know my own feelings. I’m hungry, I promise.”

#(c.)#(c:kali.)#i love kali sm #this is shorter than yours!! i'm sorry about that

tcuriouschristopher:

I bet the apple was just trying its best to fight hunger, it’s a brave little guy, really. Maybe two apples will work? I’ve heard a team can work better than someone alone. If the apple had a friend and partner in crime, I bet he would do a lot better. [ He had been sitting a little bit away from her, looking up at the sky. As he started talking, he rolled over towards her, petting the grass. ]

With a lifted eyebrow but little else to show any reaction she had to his strange reply, Maya conceded to his fantastical proposal with a shift of her face. Her chin was resting in between the backs of her hands, and she turned to look at him, expression open. “I suppose. I don’t really feel like another, though, so that’ll be an experiment for another day.”

#(c.)#(c:christopher.)#hi!

rickyffs:

Ricky was sat by a girl as he lived in his own world with his music playing in his ears. Lifting his head up slightly as the girl spoke, he raised an eyebrow slightly. “D-do you want something to eat? I.. I think I have a sandwich or granola bar in my backpack that I can spare.” He said, already digging in his bag before she could response. Pulling a sandwich out, he offered it to her. “It’s all yours, h-honest.” He said, a small smile on his face as his headphones blared out a song with heavy guitar rifts.

Slowly, Maya shook her head as if coming out of a trance; her movements tended to either be so sharp they cut like knives or so liquid, so slow, she could feel the seconds ticking past. Fights, see, they did the former. Studying renaissance Italy did the latter. She turned to the speaker, eyes now open, a polite, dimmed smile already in place, ready to face the consequences of speaking in a public space. “No, thank you, but that’s very kind of you to offer,” she called back to him lightly, her hands dangling by knobby wrists at her chin. Hm...she’d always considered chopping her hair to chin length, knowing she could pull it off, that it’d be better for her occupation, but her hair is her one vanity... “I keep weird hours. I’ve been trying to get my body back on schedule? If I eat something substantial now, I’ll get hungry way later and stay up, and it’d be a mess.” Faintly, she heard something tinny, something wild.

#(c.)#(c:ricky.)

Sitting up from her spot on the central lawn, hunched over her history textbook and an old flannel picnic blanket, Maya sighed and closed her eyes. “Sometimes, I take a bite out of my apple and think: choosing this one for a meal was the worst decision I have ever made in my life.” Her hands, attached to bent wrists and sweater-covered elbows resting precariously over the pages describing the Venetian bridge wars, lifted to rub gently at her taxed eyelids. She was not going to give the napkin covered apple core sitting by her knee the satisfaction of looking at it. It had betrayed her. “Other times, its fine, I finish the damn apple, and five minutes later I register the disappointment in my stomach. Maybe not disappointment...hunger. That’s what I’m feeling.”

#btdstart #will i ever be able to write a short starter #hi everyone!

avery-keys:

“It’s cool, I was asking if you had any idea of what you want to be for Halloween yet, do you?”

“I honestly have no idea. Do you?”

#(c.)#(c:avery.)

archerdoe:

❛ s’fine, s’fine. what, um, what were y’thinking about, anyway? ❜

“Nothing,” Maya answered. “Nothing major, anyway. Just thinking.”

#(c.)#(c:archer.)

pumpkinprincessharley:

“Don’t mention it. What do you have on your mind?”

“Private thoughts. That’s why I was thinking them.”

#(c.)#(c:harley.)

archerdoe:

No, it’s fine. ( A pause ) I f’got, anyway. Like I said, not impor’ant.

Alright, if you’ve forgotten then I guess it’s alright that I was not entirely here. I’ve been a bad conversation partner all the same.

#(c.)#(c:archer.)

archerdoe:

I was sayin’ – nothing. S’not important anyway.

I’m sure it was important. If it’s not a bother, I really am interested, though I know I don’t look it.

#(c.)#(c:archer.)#i logged onto tumblr again and i got So excited #three of my characters got archer replies what!#hi! this is zoe btw #well actually this is maya but behind maya is zoe

scherzyisdiva

mayaxmako-blog

“Girl power is about loving yourself and having confidence and strength from within, so even if you’re not wearing a sexy outfit, you feel sexy.”

#(image.)#(image:self.)#nicole scherzinger is future maya and i'm so happy #(image:future.)

pumpkinprincessharley:

“Asked you if you were lost, you were just staring at that building zoning out.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“---Thank you for asking.”

#(c.)#(c:harley.)

brian-kalum-sherman:

Sorry, once again. That’s the problem, there are way too many monologues to pick one and stick with it. As soon as I pick one, I think of another good one. It’s very rough. I know one from Our Town pretty well, but I need to check that it fits all the specifications.

If we keep on going in this cycle, we’ll never stop saying sorry to one another. Might we just claim mutual blame here? That’s interesting. I myself have never been very drawn to performing but I can only imagine how much work it is to even pick a monologue. What are the specifications?

#(c.)#(c:brian.)

brian-kalum-sherman:

It’s okay, I should apologize for speaking when you weren’t paying attention. It’s my fault really. I was just saying how in my Intro to Theater class, I need to pick a monologue to present for the assignment on Monday. I just don’t know what to pick.

No! No, really, I couldn’t have expected you to notice, and anyway, we’re having a conversation. It’s on me to pay attention. Hm, that does sound like an issue, though. I imagine there’s a lot of monologues to choose from. Are there any that you already know well? It might be a place to start.

#(c.)#(c:brian.)#duly noted #next time he decides to start shit she'll just hunt him down #and intimidate him into getting his act together

“-----------Honestly, so sorry, but, can you repeat that? I’ve been spacey today, my apologies, again.”

#btdstart #i've been so inactive on her!!!! which is awful!!!!! i love her!!!!!!#she's always sleep deprived tbh #too busy prowling the streets for fuckboys to teach lessons to

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