Badass Bambi

Neven Sato | 19 | Anthropology Major at UMAC

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OOC: So Long And Thanks for all the Fish

So I’ve been doing a LOT of thinking over this hiatus and this might seem out of the blue (or might not idk) but I think I’m going to need to step away from TOS. I’ve lost interest in RPing as a whole and trying to force myself to be involved is only making my depression worse. Real life factors are also playing into this decision. I apologize to anyone that I had plots going on with, but this is going to be better for my overall mental health, and I know you all can understand that. I’ve had a lot of fun with my time here and there’s a possibility I’ll be back, but for now this is goodbye. I’ll still welcome a  hello and friendly conversation on skype or my personal tumblr, both of which are komichameleon. 

Have fun everyone and I love you all.

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OOC: Yet Another Hiatus

Uuuuuuuugh I really hate to do this, especially because I feel like I was just getting back into the swing of things, but a lot of stuff in life has hit me all at once. We just got a new cat that the shelter didn’t tell us has a lot of health problems, so she’s having seizures and other bad stuff. Plus work has been hectic, not to mention our office ceiling is leaking and caving in (I love where I work you guys >.>), and I’m currently having some health issues of my own, both physical and mental (still). OH, and my laptop’s keyboard is messing up, which I can hopefully get looked at this weekend.

I’m going to take two weeks to see if things calm down and I can get myself motivated again. I’m going to do one round of replies for all the paras I owe but none after that probably until I come back. I’ll be back on the 31st of March, hopefully sooner. 

Thanks everybody for understanding. 

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[pm] Wish I could do this in person but... I'm leaving for Pakistan. Like right now, to take care of my mom because she and my sister they need me so as much as I wanna stay here with you... not sure how long I'll be, either but... I don't want to lose contact so if you want, you can add me on [skype] but if not, that's cool, too. Either way, thanks for being the way you are and... hopefully I'll see you again? Yeah. [user has logged off]

[user immediately sends him an email]

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Quiet Please || Darcy & Neven

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quipsandcollins:

She had meant it when she said she could use a study buddy. His boyhood and baby face prevented it from being anything else, and if Darcy had wanted to flirt, then she would have just done it. No use beating around the bush. For a while, she wondered if Neven was ever going to get in touch at all or whether he was just being polite when he agreed to take her number, but a few weeks later, the message had arrived.

The library was always quiet at this time. It was just before closing and students were about to make their way out. Neven was closing and they both thought it would be a good idea to meet after his shift. It might have been simple to anyone else, but Darcy got an unusual thrill out of being let into the library after closing, as if she was being invited into a secret club.

“Hey!” She greeted Neven with a whisper as he cleared up the occasional piece of leftover crumpled up paper or empty bottle from the tables and started telling people they were closing in five. “I’ll just wait for you by the mythology section, okay?” she beamed before moving on and finding a seat. The bookshelf was new. Well, actually, it was old. An antique by the look of things, but it was new to the library. She admired it with a smile and browsed the shelf for a couple of books Neven might find helpful when he came back.

If Neven was being completely honest, he didn’t need a study buddy. He actually got much more done on his own, and pretty much had this material down, but Darcy was really cool and he wanted a chance to get to know her some more. He had a couple of people he could consider friends, but it was weird and hard to explain. He just...wanted more of them. He’d always been a loner and now that he’d found a town just about as weird as he was, he wanted to take advantage of that.

As he cleaned up the clutter left behind by students, Darcy entered and she was as chipper as ever. Her smile was contagious and he felt one creep onto his own face when he saw it. He gave her a wave and a nod when she announced where she’d wait for him, and quickly made rounds to usher out the last of the stragglers, including a couple back in the newspaper reference section that was getting a little too hot and heavy against the microform machine. 

After he got everyone out he closed the double doors and locked them, pocketing the key and heading for the mythology section. He glanced over to the bookcase they’d just gotten in a few days before. It was an antique from Italy. Neven actually sort of hated it. It didn’t go at with the rest of the library’s decor, but the college was trying to look more ‘distinguished’. Like any students here actually cared about it. Except Darcy, apparently. 

“It’s from Italy,” he said as he rounded the corner and saw her browsing the shelf. “They dated it back to the Renaissance. The rumor is it was part of a budding artist’s studio but the thing fell over and crushed him. Guess we’ll never know if Da Vinci would have had a rival.”

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quinnmann:

[pm] Can’t it not be? Wouldn’t that be great? Just super easy, no problems, just follow some stupid code or something and you’re great!

Maybe. Not really. I don’t know. I mean. I’ve never had any problems with myself, and my family was pretty good about it. I just wish it was easier to find people to talk to. So, thanks for listening or reading my rant.

[pm] The end result wouldn’t be as satisfying if it was always easy.

Gotcha. And seriously dude, anytime. I didn’t really have anyone to talk to about it in high school so if I can help you out, I will.

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The Wheel of Fortune | Neven & Dustin

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dustin-parrish:

Standing in front of the door, waiting for someone to hear the doorbell, Dustin briefly wondered if this was a good idea. It wasn’t that he had a lack of faith in fortune tellers – he never met one, so it was best to be open-minded about the whole thing, and so far this town had proven that the most unlikely things to exist did in fact exist. He could heal people by touching them. People with the ability to read the future weren’t so far off.

Suddenly, the front door opened right in front of him, revealing a person. Not exactly someone Dustin would have expected, no. The person in front of him was just a little shorter than him, with dark hair and brown eyes. He actually didn’t look too much older than him. Okay, definitely older, but not a lot.

“Um, I’m here to-“ Dustin started before he realised that the other boy had just spoken his name. For a second, he knew he had definitely come to the right place when the psychics in this house could tell his name by looking at him for just a second, but then the stranger went on speaking and yes, he did remember speaking to that person online. However, he probably never would have recognised him from the picture on his blog. It was just so unlikely for him to run into the people he spoke to online in real life. “Yeah, that would be me,” he answered, putting his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “Um. I do remember you, yeah. You’re the one with the insane high school subjects. The person who didn’t get pissed off when I called him a nerd.” He nodded slightly as he spoke. “Uh, what am I doing here? Not stalking you, I promise,” he mumbled. “I, er, I’m looking for a reading? You’re not the fortune teller, are you? Wait, you are. Like, this is the place and you just opened the door. Wow, you’re just- anyway, is it okay I just dropped by? Or do I need to make an appointment?” he asked, taking one hand out of his pocket to reach an itchy spot on his neck.

Neven chuckled once Dustin remembered him, and about just what he had decided to remember. “Yup, that’s me. Nerd with insane grades.” He felt a little awkward about it, but it really was a badge he wore with pride, so he didn’t let his sellf-consciousness show through. At least he tried not to. It didn’t stop him from starting to fidget a little in the doorway. 

‘Uh, what am I doing here? Not stalking you, I promise.’

He let out a pretty unflattering laugh at Dustin’s words, and before he could stop himself, he was speaking. “Good, because I already have a boyfriend.” Whoa. Hold the phone. Back up. Be kind, rewind. What did he just say? Was Reza his boyfriend? Were they actually at that stage yet? The words had slipped so easily out of Neven’s mouth without him even thinking. No hesitation at all. That was...a good sign? Right?

Then Dustin started talking about why he was really there, and Neven shook his head quickly. “Oh no, I’m not the fortune teller. That’s my mom.” He wanted to fill Dustin in on the truth that his mom was pretty much a big sham, but something on the boy’s face spoke of silent desperation. For what exactly, he wasn’t sure. Answers? Validation? Usually his mother’s ‘readings’ did more good than they did harm, so what was the worst that could happen? From behind Neven, his mother’s voice floated toward the door. 

“You don’t need an appointment, child. Please, come in. I have many things to tell you.” 

Neven had to resist the urge to roll his eyes or crack a smile when he turned around to see his mom in the full fortune teller getup. He opened the door and let Dustin enter, guiding him toward the converted den his mom used as the set piece of her ‘performance art’. She sat at the table, complete with crystal ball and a deck of tarot cards, among other things, and gestured for Dustin to join her. Neven hung back by the doorway, leaning against it and crossing his arms with a knowing smirk on his face, now that Dustin’s back was to him. 

“What’s troubling you, son? I see a burden weighing down on your soul.”

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quinnmann:

[pm] I wish there was a guidebook. That’d make thing so much fucking easier. Why is this so hard?

Great. Just another negative to being gay. Exactly what I needed. Hardly anyone to talk to, no good advice, strong likelihood of getting beat up. Damnit.

[pm] Right? The minefield of the first steps of any relationships is hard though. 

Hey whoa, is that how you see it? I mean sure, the world definitely isn’t build for queer people--and I’ve had my fair share of reminders of that--but I don’t see them as negatives. They’re more like...things to overcome. To stand up against. The best way to stick it to the haters is to be proud of who you are in spite of them.

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quinnmann:

[pm] It’s mostly about him. We can barely focus on watching TV or anything. We just talk and stuff. I think he likes me too? He said it and I said it. But I’ve never done anything like this before.

[pm] I’m not the end all, be all of advice here, Quinn, but in these sort of situations I always go with my gut. Me and Reza kissed on the first date and I was the one that went in for it. It just felt right. Regardless of what magazines try to tell you, there’s no guidebook on this thing.

It’s always hard to first time, especially for us you know? There’s a lot more questions and you have to be a lot more careful. It sucks. I wouldn’t be lying if I said my heteronormative relationships were easier to figure out in the beginning.

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quinnmann:

[pm] Oh okay. I guess that’s sort of how I feel maybe. I don’t know. It’s all weird but in a good way.

Like, I like being with him a lot. And we hold hands a lot and that’s really great and I get this feeling in my stomach that’s just like. I don’t know how to explain it really.

I also really want to kiss him sometimes.

[pm] HA! My gaydar was right!

What are your thoughts on when you’re around him? Any idea on how he feels about you?

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quinnmann replied to your post: [P [D: I have a question Were you How do I] Hey,...

[pm] Yeah! That’s good. I just wanted some advice. Like, how do you know if you really like someone?

[pm] Oh, wow, um... 

It’s sort of a gut feeling, I guess? You just kind of know, which sounds super cheesy rom-com, I know. But you’ll get nervous around them, that’s always a first sign. But you want to push through that feeling because you want to get to know them. Not to mention the physical signs, like sweaty palms and butterflies in your stomach and all that. But also, you know, everybody’s different too. The way I feel around someone I like could be different than how you feel.

How do you react to them right now?

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[PM] [D: I have a question Were you How do I] Hey, did you ever get to talking to that guy?

[pm] What guy? Reza? Yeah, we sorta made up, actually. We’ll see what comes of it.

Why do you ask?

@quinnmann

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The Wheel of Fortune | Neven & Dustin

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dustin-parrish:

There was a high chance that this was the most ridiculous idea he’d ever had. Even more ridiculous than breaking into a club through the bathroom windows. And definitely more ridiculous than deciding at the age of ten that growing up in a magical family meant that he was secretly a Jedi and that he would be able to open doors using the “force”.  No, going to a fortune teller definitely ranked higher on the score of the many ridiculous things he had attempted in his life. His mum didn’t think much of fortune tellers. She had told him that what fortune tellers were best at was not accurately predicting the future, but figuring out the best way to get money out of their clients. She had said that even if they weren’t lying about their abilities, they were horrendous for using their abilities to make money. She always insisted that while she used magic at work, she only did that to help, on top of her actual workload. In the end, she had threatened Dustin that if she ever found out he used his magic to earn money, he would be in bigger trouble than he’d ever been in. Dustin wasn’t sure that was even possible. He’d been in massive trouble before, lots of times.

Chaining his bike to the fence, Dustin made his way up the porch steps of the large, white house, passing a sign that proclaimed that indeed, this was the right place to have his fortune read. He rang the doorbell. Thank god his mother didn’t know what he was up to… but he just had to know what was up with the strange phone calls and the visions. Maybe, if something strange was going on with him, a fortune teller could help. He didn’t quite know who else to turn to. The only other people with magical abilities he knew were related to him, and he didn’t want to alarm anyone before he knew what was really going on with him.  

Neven hated days like this, when his mom had no customers and he was home, because he had to endure her restlessness at full force. It was especially worse now that their dad was essentially gone, because as civil as she was to his ‘replacement’, Neven could tell she didn’t feel remotely the same about him. He was exactly the same and entirely different all at once, almost falling into a non-visible, personality based uncanny valley. Something just seemed so off about him, and not just the fact that he was from another dimension. Neven had no proof though, and he wouldn’t even know what he was trying to prove if he tried to find any. He was just strange in a way Neven couldn’t quite put his finger on, and he wasn’t entirely sure he ever wanted to find out.

His mom was currently forcing Neven to bake cookies with her, and his shoulder was actually starting to hurt with out much stirring he was doing. Thankfully, the doorbell rang and he let the bowl hit the counter with a clatter, using this as an excellent excuse to take a well deserved break from mixing. He wiped his flour-caked hands on his pants and headed toward the front door, peeking through the peephole first. A kid was standing outside, probably about sixteen or seventeen years old. He looked nervous and Neven could swear he looked familiar, but he was only seeing a little bit of his face. He yanked the door open.

“Hi, can I help you?” But as he finished his question and got a full look at the kid’s face, he realized where he recognized him. “You’re Dustin, right?” he asked with a snap of his fingers. He realized he sounded super weird asking that out of the blue. “I’m Neven. We talked online. I’m the huge nerd, remember?” Still sounded weird. “I recognized you from a picture on your blog.” Still really weird, Nev...”Um, what are you doing here?”

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dustin-parrish:

I mean, I find lots of my classes boring, too. But if I don’t like a subject, I especially wouldn’t like the AP class. Ugh, history. I mean, it’s not the worst. There’s lots of things in history that are interesting. Just not when you have to study it at school.

Nerd. 

I take pride in that title.

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dustin-parrish:

So you even like learning under pressure just trying to get stuff into your brain for the next exam? Oh, but it’s cool you basically saved a semester. Don’t think I’d do that thigh because I’d rather be at uni for one additional semester than turn my life now at school into a stressful hell…

Hey, I recognize the method isn’t for everyone. I just found a lot of my regular classes sort of boring. Especially history. It’s my favorite subject and the regular classes seemed to always just go so slow.

Want me to put the cherry on the nerd sundae? I’m on the varsity Quiz Bowl team at UMAC.

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rezathevamp:

@nevensato replied to your post “[pm] So were video games as bad as you thought?”

[pm] Hell yeah you did! Oh and I’ll say again, sorry about my mom…

[pm] No sweat. Just not used to parents actually… talking about that sort of stuff. She seems very nice. You didn’t get in any trouble for me accidentally staying the night, right? I totally meant to go home but… yeah.

[pm] My mom is too open about that sort of thing for her own good. She had “the talk” with me when I was 9. I still thought kissing was gross when I was 9. For my 16th birthday she gave me condoms in my birthday card. She means well though, I promise.

Nah, I didn’t get in trouble. My mom sort of gave me a side eye, but I can deal with her side eye, don’t worry. 

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dustin-parrish:

Aha. Your secret is exposed.

It’s not me with the vendetta. I’m totally innocent and pacifistic while French is just brutal. Hey, that really is cheating. Almost like if I took English as a foreign language just gonna ignore my English grades are pretty bad as well. Every AP class? Every single one?! Man, what the hell is wrong with you, oh my god. Do you hate yourself??

No I don’t hate myself. I just love learning! And yes, I’m acutely aware of how much of a nerd I sound like now. It was worth it honestly because I can basically cut out a semester of college now with the credits I earned in AP classes. It might have been brutal at the time, but it was so worth it in the long run because now I can just chill out a little.

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OOC: Hiatus Notice

Hi everyone. So I’m in a really big depression rut that I’ve been denying for like a month and I just need to take a break from everything for like a week for some self care. So I’m taking a full hiatus and will be replying to the paras I owe at this point sometime within the week. I’ll be back next Saturday, hopefully refreshed. Thanks for understanding everyone.