is this thing on?

i make people laugh to hide the fact that i'm afraid of them.

[autumnoakenshield-blog]

Autumn looked at him from the corner of her eye, nervous as to what his reaction might be to the words that were flowing out of her mouth. She couldn’t help but be nervous about everything. The last time she’d opened up to anyone it wound up with everyone in the school shutting her out. She was like a makeshift Harriet The Spy. "Well, I suppose you’ll just have to find out for yourself." She teased him a bit but really was using it more as a way to direct the conversation away from her. "Considering my insomnia, that will be delightful." His next question made her stop in her tracks, she shoved a strand of hair behind her ear. “Basically…I come from a really good family. I mean everyone is great but umh, I had some friends in high school that turned no me and well…no one in my old town talked to me except my family.”

[peterandthewolffe]

Honestly, he hadn't been surprised by her turning the conversation away from herself. Most people did that. But when they did, it meant they were hiding something or afraid of being judged. Peter only knew that because that's what he always did. He had been looking ahead and didn't notice her stop until he turned to listen to her. He slowed to a stop and turned to face her. His smile faded into a solemn sort of look, understanding taking control. He took a few steps closer to her and said, "Oh...I didn't mean to, uh pry like that. I'm so sorry that happened. People are terrible, especially in high school." He wasn't really sure what to do or say, since he didn't exactly have a ton of experience in the friend department. He turned back to stand beside her and held out his arm. "I don't have much experience as far as friends go, but I won't let that happen to you again. On my honor as a Wolffe." With that, he held out his arm for her to take. "And now for your new life to begin. Shall we?" And he led her toward the old abandoned lighthouse that lay ahead.

[autumnoakenshield-blog]

Autumn was too distracted looking around to notice the shift in his attitude straight away. She laughed at his question, dismissing it as easily as it had come. But once she focused fully on him again she noticed the bit of jumpiness and how quickly he seemed to be walking now. Like someone was holding a clock ticking down the hours nearby and only he could hear. “Well, I was born and that was a rather disgusting experience or so my mother tells me. Then I went to high school and that was an equally disgusting experience. I’ve never really…been quite the friend oriented type. As difficult as that may be to believe right now.” She let out a dry laugh before shrugging. "There’s really not much to tell, you know? There’s nothing particularly extraordinary about me. What about you?" 

[peterandthewolffe]

As he listened to her talk, he shook his head. "I don't believe that for a second. If you pretended to be Harriet the Spy, there's something quite extraordinary about you and I'm going to find out what it is. And we're still talking about you. We can talk about me later." A crooked grin touched his lips as the neared the center of town. Taking a moment to break away from talking about her, he motioned to a few places. "This...is your new home. We don't have much. None of this stuff is interesting. But if you're ever starving at two AM, that place serves up a nice omelet." But he kept directing her way from the center of town and toward the outskirts. Toward the surprise. Peter cleared his throat and put his hands back into his pockets. "So, now that we've had that nice detour, what's your real story? Not the boring version you tell everyone."

[autumnoakenshield-blog]

She looked around as they walked, at the houses and their yards. She wondered who lived inside every single one of them and what they were doing at the moment. It had always seemed a bit of a slap in the face to Autumn that there were so many people with so many different stories out there and she would never even get close to hearing all of them. “Yes, exactly. Though I do hope I don’t wind up losing my notebook and having a mean group of kids at school discover I’ve written nothing but insults about them." 

[peterandthewolffe]

For half a second, he was worried she was still in school, but then the reference sank in and he laughed lightly. "That might end rather tragically and in everybody hating you. And we simply just can't have that, now can we?" As they rounded the corner, an idea struck him. She said she was itching for adventure. There was at least one place he knew for sure she'd like. He picked up his pace a little as the excitement got the better of him. But he wasn't going to ruin the surprise by telling her what he had in mind. Of course, he seemed to be aimlessly leading, but Peter definitely had a plan of action. "So Autumn the Spy, what's your story?" he asked.

[autumnoakenshield-blog]

She watched him out of the corner of her eye, releasing his hand when they reached the sidewalk in case it was the type of thing that made him uncomfortable. The last thing she needed was to see him running for the bushes, or anywhere away from her. Autumn followed him, assuming he knew where they were going better than her, at his question she piped up. “Oh. Umh, a notebook, a camera, some pencils. I like documenting things." She told him. "When I was little I wanted to be a spy. I liked watching people and writing it all down.”

[peterandthewolffe]

Once his hand was free, he shoved both into his pockets as they walked, appearing to have a clue about where they were going. In fact, Peter didn’t know where he was leading them. He had walked those streets every day for years, but now he saw them differently. Adventure. Just like in all the comic books he read. He listened to her talk about wanting to be a spy and had to smile at the thought. “Like Harriet the Spy?" He turned a corner and kept on.

[peterandthewolffe]

DEVELOPMENT 002: PHYSICAL QUESTIONS

I'm twenty.

17. What is your gender?

Well, I'm pretty sure I'm a guy...

18. What is your species/race?

Caucasian, but wouldn't it be cool to be an alien or like a werewolf?

19. How tall are you?

Exactly five foot, nine inches. Or 

20. How much do you weigh?

Last time I weighed myself, I think I was like 150lbs.

21. What is your general body type, frame, bone structure, and poise?

Average, a little lanky, and a decent bone structure? I'm not really sure on that. I mean I don't work out like a madman, but I would say I'm in decent shape. I could outrun a horde of zombies if it came down to it. As for poise? I'm extremely clumsy.

22. What is your skin colour?

I'm white, so I guess like tan?

23. What is your hair colour?

Dark brown, almost black in the winter, but it lightens up a little in the summer because of the sun.

24. What is your hair style?

I typically keep it short. I spike it in the front sometimes for fun. I once grew it out all long and shaggy, but I hated it.

25. Do you have any facial hair?

When I don't shave. I prefer to have a clean face, though.

26. What is your eye colour?

They're blue.

27. Does it change?

Sometimes, it depends on the light. Sometimes they're like really blue, sometimes they're almost grey.

28. How attractive are you?

I feel like I'm a solid four and a half.

29. What is your most distinguishing feature?

Probably my smile, people always tell me it's contagious.

30. Do you have any scars, tattoos, or birthmarks?

I've got a scar on my right arm. 

31. If so, how did you acquire them?

I had to have surgery after I broke it. I, uh, fell out of a tree.

32. What do these distinguishing marks look like?

A small surgical cut. It's nearly faded now, though.

33. Do they have any special significance?

Well, not really. Aside from it being the only thing I've ever broken in my life.

34. Where are they located?

Right arm.

35. What is your handedness (left/right)?

I'm right-handed, though when I play baseball, I bat left-handed.

36. Do you resemble some currently known person?

Some people say I could be related to Logan Lerman or Grant Gustin.

37. What is your hand size/description?

Regular? I have callouses on my fingers from playing guitar, but otherwise, they look like pretty normal hands for a guy my age.

38. Do you wear a uniform?

No, but I do fancy suits on occasion.

39. What kind of clothing do you wear?

I usually wear jeans and a t-shirt, but on occasion you can find me wearing a suit. You can blame school for that. I have to dress up for a few of my classes,

40. What is your clothing’s style or level of sophistication?

Casual, mostly. Not super sophisticated. I'm pretty sure my mom got my jeans at the Gap.

41. What size are you for various pieces of clothing?

Great question, I think I'm in mediums for most things.

42. Do you wear makeup?

God, no. Do I look like I do?

43. Do you wear glasses/contacts?

I do not, though I do own a pair of fake glasses for when I want to look exceptionally intelligent.

44. What sort of vocal tone do you have?

Deepish. I mean it's not like mega deep, but it's also not like high pitched. So, probably an average sounding tone.

45. Do you get sick?

Sometimes, but who doesn't. I haven't had the stomach bug since I was like eleven, but I get seasonal allergies in the spring.

[autumnoakenshield-blog]

She was beaming now, noticing the way he was trying to keep his excitement at bay. Or at least she hoped that’s what he was doing and not just trying to get her excited for nothing. When he suggested that they get started on these adventures she smiled a bit wider. “Oh they’ll chat up your parents for hours, trust me, they don’t need help." Autumn put a finger up, signaling for him to wait for a moment before walking back toward her father’s car and taking out the backpack she always carried with her. It was small, not one of those regular school things but she felt like Harriet the Spy whenever she walked with it so she slipped it on. Autumn walked up to her dad, telling him that the boy next door was going to show her around and going back toward Peter before her dad could say anything. "C’mon." She told him, grabbing his hand and beginning her way across the yard and toward the sidewalk. 

[peterandthewolffe]

He chuckled. "Yeah, you're probably right." As he watched her head for the car, he figured he should grab a pair of decent shoes and maybe his wallet. He ran inside quick and grabbed both and was back before she could notice he was gone. At her approach, he raised his brow at the bag, but didn't say anything. At least she was prepared. Peter's face flushed when she grabbed his hand, but he let it be and let her drag him toward the sidewalk. He waved at his parents and then directed them toward town. "So what's in the bag?" he finally asked once they were on their way. His curiosity was eating at him a little and he never had been one to left questions unasked.

[peterandthewolffe]

DEVELOPMENT 001: INTRODUCTORY QUESTIONS

I would describe myself as a shy, joking, introverted sort of guy.

02. Do you have any nicknames, street names, titles, or aliases?

Most people liked to call me Pete or Petey throughout high school. Sometimes they even called me Wolffe. Sometimes I call myself Peter Parker for a confidence boost, but don't tell anyone.

03. What is your full birth name?

Peter James Wolffe.

04. Where do you live?

I live in Portland, Maine. Not to be confused with Portland, Washington. Although both are probably fairly lame, as far as I've heard.

05. Why do you live there?

It's not by choice, that's for sure. My parents are from here, and it's where I grew up. I'm working on getting out, though.

06. What is your citizenship status?

Well, I'm clearly a United States Citizen.

07. What is your most obvious attribute or ability?

People usually say my ability to make others smile is a great thing to have. Apparently my smile is contagious.

08. What do you perceive as your greatest strength?

My ability to hide my shyness with jokes. If I make people laugh at me, it makes me less afraid of them, honestly.

09. What is your most obvious flaw?

Biggest flaw? I judge myself too harshly and it prevents me from trying new things because I'm afraid of screwing up.

10. What do you perceive as your greatest weakness?

Being so shy. I'm always so insecure and just generally anxious around other people.

11. Was there any event or cause to cause these weaknesses?

Well, people, crowds, being put on the spot. I mean, if people are involved, i'm a nervous wreck.

12. What would you like to be remembered for after your death?

I think I'd like to be remembered for being nice to people, really. I haven't really thought about it. I mean, I want people to say I was successful in whatever it is I decide to pursue.

13. What kind of threat do you present to the public?

Threat? I'm not a threat to the public at all.

14. If your features were to be destroyed beyond recognition, is there any other way of identifying your body?

You mean besides dental records? When I was eight, I broke my arm, so there is probably a way to match that up, right?

15. How much is a pint of mead or ale?

You're asking the wrong guy, I've never been much of a drinker. Plus, I'm underage.

[autumnoakenshield-blog]

She was glad he was smiling back at her, the conversation was flowing easily and Autumn felt relieved that she had not sent him running back inside his house the moment she approached him. “Well, we’re going to go on adventures, of course." Autumn was smirking now, glancing again at her parents then at him. "You know, find old rail road tracks, haunted houses, camp out in each others backyards. It’ll be fantastic." 

[peterandthewolffe]

And there it was. Adventures. Peter shook his head, hardly believing that she'd practically read his mind. "Adventures, you say?" He liked the notion. He didn't even know this girl, but maybe that's all he needed. A stranger to guide him into the world of adventures. "That sounds both spooky and exciting. I think you have a co-pilot on this airplane to adventure." He wasn't sure if he should hold his hand out for her to shake or to just stand there smirking like an idiot. He chose to do the latter. "Do you think they need help unpacking or could we get started on these adventures of yours?"

[autumnoakenshield-blog]

Autumn nodded at him, looking over at her parents just to make sure they were still caught up in their own conversation. “Where is Saskatchewan?" She arched a brow in question, never having even heard the word before in her life. "Well, if this town is as boring as you say it is then it is simply our job to make it not be so." Autumn smiled at him again, already the excitement of being here at all consuming her. There was so much to be done, so much to be explored and the small spaces of towns that no one much cared for were her absolute favorites. 

[peterandthewolffe]

Pete laughed lightly at the question. "I think it's in Canada," he replied. The arch of her brow made him suspect what she was going to say next was mischievous. And in a sense, it was. He'd never been one for adventures, but then again he didn't exactly have a million friends hanging around to have any sort of adventures. "And how do you plan to do that, Miss Autumn?" He was honestly curious. Maybe it was time to step out of his comfort zone. See his hometown in a new light. He looked back toward their parents for a moment before looking back at her. His summer was just got much more interesting.

[autumnoakenshield-blog]

She smiled, glad that he hadn’t completely disregarded her upon the first words she’d uttered. Autumn took his hand and shook it before crossing her arms. “Nice to meet you, Peter." She had always been fond of that name, it wasn’t one that you heard every day but it also wasn’t one you could make fun of like Autumn was. Though most of the jokes people had managed to make about her name were rather weak. "We moved from North Carolina." She told him, shrugging. "It was quite boring back there.”

[peterandthewolffe]

Her smile made him relax a little. There was just something about smiles that made him more at ease. If he was making people smile, he was doing a good job. He gave her hand a firm, quick shake before letting it go. He nodded a little at her comment that North Carolina had been boring. Honestly, he didn’t know if that were true since he’d never actually been. “Oh, that sounds like a logical reason to move away. Unfortunately, you moved from one boring place to another." Peter ran a hand through his hair, chuckling a bit. "But North Carolina? I was sure you guys were from Saskatchewan or something." He had actually imagined they were aliens come to invade, but he figured he wouldn’t share that bit.

[autumnoakenshield-blog]

Autumn was excited for the new town, quite a change from the last place she had been in. She had taken a year off after graduating high school because of the stress being ignored by all of her classmates caused her. This town would be different, she had promised herself, and as soon as fall came around she would be going to school and making friends. Her parents had drifted away from the moving truck and stack of boxes to talk to their new neighbors. Autumn hung back a bit, nodding here and there whenever they referenced her. She saw him standing in his doorway, just out of the corner of her eye but he had her full attention in a matter of seconds. Her parents were caught up in their conversation so she took a few steps toward the boy. “Hey..I’m Autumn." 

[autumnoakenshield-blog]

[peterandthewolffe]

Summer had fallen in Peter's lap quickly and he honestly hadn't decided what he was going to do until university started back up. He'd been home for just a few days before a moving truck had shown up next door. His parents had gone right out to introduce themselves and make merry with their new neighbors. They always had been mega social. Peter, though, hung back, watching. He lingered on the porch, hoping to remain hidden enough no one would catch him staring. He was so caught up deciding where their new neighbors came from, he hadn't heard footsteps beside him until she spoke. His eyes widened and he turned slowly, putting on a huge smile. "Oh, uh, hi Autumn." He cleared his throat and shot out a hand, adding, "I'm Peter." He nodded toward the moving truck. "So where're you guys moving from?"