All you do is follow the book!

Fauna Fayerie. Eighteen years old. Absolutely, positutely bonkers.

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intothe-blacksands:

He grinned, laughing at her attempt at the proper voice, before walking about to the driver’s side, he slid in, his knees immediately hitting the steering wheel, “Fuck…” he found the switch to scoot the seat back, giving him more room, he had gotten the car from someone who owed him, and had probably left the seat like that on purpose, “Too damned tall,” he said, cranking the car up and turning it out of the gates, “There now that all that’s settled,” Amon said, stealing a glance over at Fauna, chewing on his lip ring as he did, “You do look really nice though,” he repeated, his voice sounded different to him, a tone he had never had before was there, meaning? He didn’t know but knew she would know. 

He turned into the little downtown area of the city, looking for the place Phil had told him about, he spotted the neon lights that blinked in the colors of the Italian flag, patio seating with christmas lights outside despite the cool air, he guessed that was just their aesthetic. He managed to stuff the car into a parking spot a bit down from the place, stopping the engine, “Well, let’s see how well Phil knows his Italian,” 

Fauna stifled a giggle as Amon struggled to get comfortable in the driver’s seat. But whatever little remark she was going to make quickly disappeared from her mind as he complimented her. There was something about this interaction that was so much different than their others... He was being so unmistakably genuine that it caused her heart to flutter and her cheeks to flush. “I — thank you.” The brunette replied quickly, a rosy blush tinting her cheeks.

As soon as the restaurant came into view, she tore her gaze away from Amon long enough to give it a good look. “Oh, it’s so cute!” She chimed excitedly, bouncing a bit in her seat as he parked. “Did you see all of those Christmas lights? I hope it’s that quaint inside, too —” Fauna suddenly stopped herself, flashing him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I’m probably overreactin’, huh?”

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“Well you know it means like…more than just a little, I just I-,” he stammered, mentally kicking himself for it and trying not to resort to sarcasm, it was hard, but at least he was trying, he laughed, “Yeah, I do too, I might have to…press the matter,” his usual tone came back for a moment, smirking a little. He nodded, pushing the door open and holding it there for her, “I also got a car buuut….don’t ask where it came from, please,” he added the please at last minute, chewing on his bottom lip before looking at her. He stood there for a moment before holding his arm out to her, remembering that was what you needed to do when going on a date with someone special. 

“And we shall,” he walked them out the front, giving the receptionist the pass, who stared at him and Amon ended up giving him the middle finger as they walked out the door, a sleek, black car waited, he held the door open for her there as well, “Shall we?” 

“I know, ‘Mon. No need to get all flustered and sputtery.” Fauna smiled, giving him a gentle nudge as he led them toward the main entrance. Although she knew he went through quite a bit of trouble to plan and actually execute this date, she had to admit she was taken aback by the fact he actually got a car for the evening. “Wow, really?” She grinned, peering out the front window to catch a glimpse of the mystery vehicle — but to no avail, as she was too short. 

“Hey, as long as there isn’t a body in the trunk, I’m not askin’ any questions.” The girl winked, looping her arm through his as they left the building — and the snotty receptionist — behind. “Thank you,” Fauna said, using her best proper voice, before climbing into the car. “We absolutely, positively shall.”

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intothe-blacksands:

“Oh good,” he said, quirking an eyebrow, “Yeah, I haven’t really went on a real date either, like, I’ve went out with girls, but it never really…you know, meant anything,” he felt weird actually talking for once, he hoped it wasn’t just the medication and it meant maybe he was actually getting better, somehow, or if it was just Fauna who made things better when she was around. He kicked at a spot on the floor, his boots making a slight scuffing noise against the tiles, “Kay,” he looked up when she came out, “Shit, you look…nice,” he seemed to search for the word for a moment, not sure if it was what one said in this situation or you kept it to yourself.

 “Oh uhm,” he put a hand to his face, “It’s this little restaurant place Phil told me about, some Italian place he seems to have some kind of relationship with, I don’t know if it’s a spiritual relationship or a sexual one but he did say oh god a lot talking about their lasagna,” his biting humor came through for a moment, “so, I thought we’d try that,”

"Well, I’m glad this means a little somethin’ to you.” Fauna teased, her nose scrunching up as she grinned. “Because it means a whole bunch to me.” The girl beamed, even as she ducked her head down at his compliment, her cheeks flushing red. “Thanks, ‘Mon. You look pretty nice yourself.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at the way Amon described their destination, shaking her head slightly before looking up once more. “Good choice. Mostly because I love Italian food, but now I really wanna find out what kinda relationship Phil has with this place.” Fauna chewed on the inside of her lip briefly, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Shall we?”

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“I-” he blinked looking at what he was sure was his shirt, but he didn’t mind, it was Fauna. “ You’re welcome?” he didn’t know if that was what one said or not, but he ended it with a smile, something that for once didn’t feel awkward to do. He had spent so many years faking smiles, this was a new feeling entirely. “Yeah, they reminded me of you so, I got them,” he added, his hands empty now he wasn’t sure what to do with them, and stuffed them in his pants pockets. 

“I know we’ve never, that’s why I assumed we’d give it a go? Do it right or something?” he nodded, “Okay,” he watched her for a moment, not sure what to do, “Do I need to like, look away or something?” he asked, chewing on his bottom lip, “I don’t know how to do the date thing, I never really tried it with someone, so, if I do something wrong let me know,” he found himself rattling on, he cursed inwardly at himself, wondering if it were the new medication he’d been put on. “Well, never had anyone who mattered enough, to take on a date,” he picked his words carefully, flipping his dark mane out of his eyes in thought. “Yeah, I’m going to shut up now, I probably sound incompetent,” he laughed a little, looking back in her direction.

“I’m probably not the right person to ask for guidance with the datin’ thing, ‘Mon.” Fauna called through her closed door with a giggle, pulling a long-sleeved, black dress over her head before smoothing out the tight fabric. “It’s not like I’ve ever gone on a date before either. Because you’ve never gone on a date. Because you’re the only person I’ve really, erm... But no, I — I know what you mean. You don’t sound incompetent, I — Erm. Okay, be out in a minute!” She blushed deeply as she pulled on some vibrant purple tights, both to spruce up the outfit and keep her legs warm in the cold December air. After slipping on some boots, the brunette shook out her hair, flashing a smile in her mirror. 

Finally, Fauna opened her door once more, smiling as she slung a leather jacket over her shoulder. “So, where are we off to?”

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“Sooo…I got th-no,” Amon wasn’t sure how to ask this, he for once didn’t look like he had everything under control, or that he knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn’t a normal feeling, but it still felt…right? Yeah, that was the word. He had even asked Phil for advice, trying his best not to refer to the doctor as an idiot, or an asshole in hopes of getting information. After a deal that was struck a few weeks back the young man had what he was after, a day pass to leave The Clubhouse for awhile, and a plus one. He’d been calling everywhere most of the morning, using up phone privileges in a fatal swoop but it was worth it. 

He leaned his tall figure into the door frame of Fauna’s room, clearing his throat before knocking, staring at the flowers Phil had insisted he get, but let him pick out. “Uh…it’s me,” he called, kicking the door stop with the tip of his boot, “I have a question,” he looked up when he saw the door open, “Hey,” he held the flowers up between them, “Would you um…so I got a pass to blow this place for awhile, you wanna go with me? Like, restaurant date stuff?” he felt the little voice in the back of his head tell him how stupid he sounded, but figuratively kicked it in the pants as soon as possible, disappearing the thought from his mind.   

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Fauna had been lounging around her room, clad in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt she was fairly certain belonged to Amon. The girl had a whole lot of nothing planned for the evening — other than cracking open a bottle of wine she’d traded with Dodger for and maybe doing some yoga. Although she always felt ridiculous while doing the poses, it was the only thing that seemed to help her release all of her anxious energy.

But then there was a knock at her door, followed by one of her favorite voices. “Coming!” Fauna nearly squeaked, stashing the bottle of wine back into its hiding place and darting for the door — however, she took a deep, calming breath before letting it swing open. “Hi, ‘Mon. What’s up?” She asked sweetly, though she couldn’t mask her surprise as he offered her a bouquet of colorful flowers. “O-Oh, for me? Really? Thank you.” She beamed, accepting his gift and giving it a quick whiff. 

“Restaurant date?” The brunette’s voice shot up with her eyebrows. “I — I’m sorry, I just — you’ve never — and we’ve never —” She grinned even as she stumbled over her words, pressing her free hand to her cheek as she tried to conceal her very obvious blush. “Um, yeah. Yeah, I would love that. Lemme just, ya know, change... really quick... Stay put. Don’t change your mind. Okay. Yes.” Fauna said, quickly closing her door, setting the bouquet down on her dresser, and flitting to her closet.

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Fauna let out a dramatic gasp. "Did you just admit to missin' me? 'Mon, were you bodysnatched?" She leaned in, narrowing her eyes as if she was trying to look for a difference in his appearance. "Blink once for yes and twice for no." The brunette giggled, closing the gap between them and winding her arms around his slim torso. "Where've you been?"

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“So….where’ve you been?” Amon asked the person who walked into the kitchen. He had been digging about everywhere for some kind of sustenance, ending up with just a bottle of water. 

“Over the river and through the woods.” Fauna replied in a singsong voice, a goofy grin lighting up her face. “Why do you ask? You miss me or something?” She teased, inching closer to nudge his foot with her own. 

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“Thanks,” he said as he took the bowl and started eating the ice cream, though he was taking it a little slower this time. “The voodoo stuff?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow as it finally started to sink in. “Oh, not that bloody stuff again. Though, at least that means it’s probably only temporary…I hope. I’ll eat myself into a food coma if I keep this up.”

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"Yeah, the voodoo stuff! You know, when everybody starts actin’ super crazy and weird for no reason.” Fauna began to explain, though after a moment it seemed like he finally grasped what she was talking about. “Yeah! Now you’ve got it! Maybe we should get you outta here, though. You know, to keep you from eatin’ yourself to death and all. That would be a nasty mess for the janitors to clean up, am I right?” She snickered, swatting his hands away from her abandoned bowl of ice cream. “Come on, come on, let’s just try to think about stuff other than food, ‘kay?” The small brunette led him out of the kitchen and toward the back door, hoping that some fresh air could weaken the effects of the dark magic. 

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John hadn’t even noticed the other person sitting in the room. “I’m not normally this much of a pig, I just can’t stop, I dunno what’s wrong with me,” he replied, around a bite of sandwich, though he was somehow very skilled at not spitting the food everywhere as he talked. “I legitimately have no idea what’s going on. You gonna finish that?”

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“Um. No, you can have it, I guess...” Fauna cocked her head to one side, looking him over inquisitively. For a moment, she remained confused as to why he could have possibly lost control over himself, but then an explanation dawned on her. Her face suddenly lit up with understanding. “Oh! I know what’s goin’ on! You’ve been hit with the voodoo stuff!”

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John walked into the kitchen and immediately grabbed the closest thing he found to eat, which happened to be a bag of potato chips. He shoved a handful in his mouth without even caring that some of them missed. He had no idea what had come over him, but it was like this urge that he had to be eating something. He went over to the refrigerator and grabbed a sandwich that someone else had made and a soda and began eating and drinking them immediately without even waiting to sit down.

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“Ew, you’re eatin’ like my brother.” Fauna chimed in, her nose scrunched up in disgust, as she hopped down from the center island. She’d been sitting there, quietly enjoying her usual breakfast of cookies and creme ice cream, when the man barged into the room and began to devour chips so loudly it ruined her appetite. “You ‘bout to go off to war or... someplace else where there’s very little food?”

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“Well, of mischief is your middle name, then you’ve found a kindred spirit,” Hiro told her with a little smirk. “Though, it’s been a while since I’ve pranked my brother, and I need to work on that.” He smiled when she said he wasn’t weird for liking thunderstorms. “Yeah, snowy weather has its perks too. My hoodie is my favorite thing to wear, so I get that. It doesn’t have to be a deep reason to be a good reason.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ve been here a few months, but I don’t get out a whole lot. I’m kind of a night owl, so I usually sleep kinda late and come out at night, which I’m probably not supposed to do, but…you know. My brother is one of the orderlies and I think he probably wants me to get out more and meet some people, so I’m trying for his sake.”

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“I’d be more than happy to help you prank your brother! I love pranking brothers, even if they’re not mine.” Fauna snickered, moving to sit on one of the benches in the gazebo. “Oh, don’t worry about not gettin’ out a lot. This is my third or fourth time in this place -- er, in a place like this, at least -- and I’ve never been one to go around and meet loads of people. I just hang out with a select few, I guess. But once you find those people -- like, your core people -- then you’re totally set.” She smiled broadly, tucking her knees beneath her chin. “Wait, your brother’s a guard? That only gives us all the more reason to prank him! Though I guess we’d have to be a little bit nicer to him. We wouldn’t wanna seem like we’re out to get the guards or somethin’.”

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Hiro helped her to her feet and laughed at her response. “Ooooh, I see you were getting up to some mischief,” he commented, then when she confirmed his theory by talking about prancing her brother, he grinned. “Ah, yes, brother pranks are the best pranks,” he said, nodding his understanding. “I’m Hiro, nice to meet you. And it’s okay, I was just listening to the thunder, that’s all. I guess I’m probably weird, but it’s kind of comforting to me. I lived on the streets for a while and the only times I could really sleep well were when it was raining. Less chance of getting mugged or hurt on rainy nights because most everyone just wants to find a place out of the rain.”

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“Mischief is my middle name!” Fauna declared proudly, beaming. “At least when it comes to my little brother, it is. He’s the only person I get to prank without consequence, so I get pretty carried away.” She explained with a giggle. “It’s nice to meet you too, Hiro. And just so you know, you’re definitely not weird. Everybody has their favorite weather and a reason behind it, ya know? For me, it’s snowy weather because you can just chill out in comfy clothes and drink hot tea all day and nobody else’ll judge you because, duh, it’s cold and you’re obviously not going anywhere. I guess my reason isn’t as deep as yours and I’m sorta rambling now, but like, yeah.” She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “Have you been at the Clubhouse long? I don’t know if I’ve seen ya around before. Though, honestly, I’m not all that observant, so...”

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All Hiro heard was a stream of cursing and then a thud as someone flopped down onto the floor of the gazebo. He turned around, quirking a brow. “Hi. And no, I don’t mind company. But erm…are you okay?” He asked, letting his legs fall over the side of the railing and standing up to walk toward her, reaching out to offer a hand to help her up.

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Fauna smiled sheepishly, nodding slightly as she accepted his help. “Oh, I’m fine. These cans of silly string broke my fall.” She gestured to her bulging hoodie pocket, pushing her dripping hair off of her forehead. “I was trying to prank my little brother, but the rain sort of ruined my scheme.” Shrugging, she laughed. “I’m Fauna, by the way. Sorry again for interrupting ya. It looked like you were pretty deep in thought or somethin’.”

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Hiro was sitting outside in gazebo enjoying the day. It was cloudy and a little windy, and looked like it might storm at any moment, but he didn’t mind. He always liked the sound of the rain and the low rumble of thunder. It was soothing somehow. He was perched upon the railing around the sides of the gazebo with his back against one of the support beams, and he pulled his knees up close just as the thunder grew louder. A moment later, it was like the bottom fell out and the rain came pouring down hard, pounding heavily on the roof of the gazebo.

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“Shit! Fuck! Crikey!” Fauna squeaked as she darted through the garden, her hands held over her head in a feeble attempt to shield her face from the massive drops of rain that soaked her. The brunette had spent the afternoon perched in a tree with two cans of silly string, which she was intending to release all over her little brother, Wes, or Amon -- whoever crossed her path first. It was obvious how that master plot unfurled, seeing as she was now seeking shelter with two full cans of silly string stuffed in the kangaroo pocket of her hoodie. Sopping wet, Fauna fell, panting, into the gazebo, letting out a groan when she realized she wasn’t alone. “I hope you don’t mind some company. And even if you do mind, I probably won’t leave because I really don’t want to go back out in that. So, erm, hello.”

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justcallmewes:

“Duh, you know my obnoxious bossiness is too much for the real world to handle.” Wes laughed, “At least I’m here to get help. Maybe I’ll actually be tolerable one of these days.”

“I mean, it’s possible. You were actually pretty tolerable once in your life... Then again, you were wearing diapers at the time.” Fauna teased, ruffling her baby brother’s hair. “Have you gotten the grand tour of the place yet?”

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justcallmewes:

“Big sister!” Wes smiled, hugging her tightly. “I’m here to get help. Just like you.” He said, letting her go. “Did you get shorter?” He joked, ruffling her hair. “It’s almost like I’m the big sibling now.”

“Oy, watch the hair!” Fauna squeaked, scrunching her nose up at him. “You’re absolutely not the big sibling. I am. Then there’s Flora, but she sucks.” The girl chuckled, smoothing her hair out. “What kinda help are you here to get? Is it for your obnoxious bossiness?” 

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“Can I help you?” Amon asked at the individual that stared back at him. 

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“’Cause I’m security for the day.” Fauna showed off her obviously stolen t-shirt with a grin.