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pix·el noun \ˈpik-səl, -ˌsel\   ;any of the small discrete elements that together constitute an image indie rping blog

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"I would too, or you’ll really hurt yourself one day." And he offered his own reassurance with the outstretch of his palm; assisting the opposite back onto his feet with slight difficulty, with him readjusting to the effort of standing. “Are you sure you’re alright?"

With a simple glance, Auguste couldn’t see anything potentially dangerous; no protruding vertebre, no bleeding, maybe a fracture is what he had heard? The cyclist had already tried to intervene, but the alpha said he would tend to him. Because- what the hell, was he going to sue a bike rider? Then it would just be a bad day for everyone. Nonetheless, “Do you think you should go to the hospital?"

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This was... new. Good sort of new. Most people were selfish, There was little to no kindness dwelling in their hearts. But this guy seemed genuinely concerned for Pix. He always assumed there were nicer ones in the mix, just never really encountered one. The male helping him up was pretty cool. Pix probably wouldn't have been able to manage it on his own, considering a large portion of his energy was taken up fixing the bone. "--Yeah! Yeah. Just a bit.. Disoriented."

Pix was a bit dizzy. His vision had only just started to become clear. That could have easily been distinguished from him swaying so much, and his pupils readjusting their size to actually focus on what he was seeing. He looked over at the biker, offering a peaceful smile. He didn't care enough about anything to get angry that often. Pix was very lax-natured. His gaze went back to the male, his eyebrows furrowing-- it was a quick change from the biker that was farther away, to something suddenly closer. His eyes couldn't adjust that fast just yet. Pix shoved his hands into his pockets, nodding slowly. Anything quick would just make his head hurt. "Uh.. No, no. I'm cool." Didn't want doctors looking into Pix's insides-- find something not everyone else had.

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Mason sighed to himself and cracked his knuckles, rocking back and forth on his heels. He was becoming quite nervous. He could only imagine how furious his ex-girlfriend would be by the time he got to her. Whatever. It wasn’t his fault his crappy car broke down again. Sending another glance to the male next to him, he felt conversation would calm his frayed nerves. “Women." He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Alright, not much of a conversation starter, but maybe the other lad would take to it.

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      A hand reached up to the back of Pix's head, awkwardly ruffling the hairs that grew there. Pix seemed to be at a bit of a loss of words. Well, that's how he usually was with these types of things. Nothing really to say, so he didn't speak at all. But.. the other seemed to want to initiate some sort of conversation, or perhaps he wanted to break apart the awkward tension in the air?

      Either way, Pix couldn't really relate to what he had said. He didn't really have much to do with any women, or men, as a matter of fact. Not much human interaction going on with Pix. "Heh." Pix shoved his hands into his pockets, shifting his weight from his heel, to toe, back again-- wait, he was doing the same. Okay, let's stop that Pix. Offer something to the conversation. "Uh-- car problems, then?"

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He had not seen the accident for himself, but rest assured he had vividly detected the familiar snap of bone as the individual that now lay somewhat along the grass median along the road. Auguste could perhaps conclude he had gotten recently pummeled by a bicyclist, however- it would explain the lack of vibration, yet of course, there was the hint of the cyclist attempting to reign in his own mental state a few yards away.

"Are you alright?" Came the expected hum of concern on behalf of the alpha, whilst he quickly made his way over to the seemingly injured individual.

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Fortunately, this sort of thing happened a lot. You know, fall over, break a bone or two. "S-Shit..." The pain was fucking unbelievable. Just because it happened often didn't mean what was inflicted numbed down any. By now, though, Pix was so aware of his abilities that fixing it was rather easy. It was like a control+z in his head for the real world. An undo shortcut, essentially. Didn't change what happened, just fixed what was broken. In this case, his arm. Unfortunately it took up so much energy that if he did it too many times, he would probably wind up passing out. Or worse, if anything.

Someone came up to Pix; the landing probably looked bad. But Pix was easy with convincing people he was alright. He'd gotten caught way too many times. He looked up at the other from the ground, ruffling the hairs on the back of his head. "Yeah," He let out a bit of a chuckle. "I should probably work on my landing. Kind of clumsy."

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Robert wasn’t running, in fact, he was afraid that running would trigger his headache and that was something he absolutely did not want. So Robert kept to the side, looking at the people jogging by in groups or by themselves. That guy though, in the middle of everything, looked kind of lost. It was a rather amusing sight, but still. 

“Y’ okay, mate?”

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      Hey, this wasn't a terrible place to sit and relax, actually. Considering he just went through public humiliation, a nice nap in the park wouldn't hurt. Not like he had anywhere else to be, or anything. Pix was just about to lay down when he heard a voice probably directed at him, considering what just happened. Look at that, someone actually concerned for his well being. 

      "Uh-- Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Thanks for asking."

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     “I’m sure that would apply if we were still in kindergarten.”

          She’s panicking.

        Being locked up isn’t something she’s fond of.

           “Because I’m locked in a room with a strange boy I’ve never met before?”

      Pix blinked up at the other from the ground, eyebrows tugging even closer together.

              "Well isn't that basically kindergarten?"

   A beat.

               "--Being locked in a room with strange people you've never met before?"

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      Ah, whatever. Just one more customer before he could go on break, so he tried not to get too annoyed. Pix worked at this modern cafe with a really retro design. You know, black and white checkered furniture, very spacey. It was cute. He offered a smile to the other. “Hey. What can I get for you?”

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                                 “Jesus—!”

                   Someone’s a little jumpy.

                          Genesis turned, a hand clutching her heart as she stared at the young before her—

                                      “Where the hell did you come from?”

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       "Hey!" How rude. Making assumptions like that.

                           "I was here first!"

       Pix crossed his arms over his chest, his eyebrows tugging together. "Wanna tell me why you're so jumpy?"

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“There’s a few cafe’s in the area… but I can’t recall one with that name.” Broad shoulders shrugged up and down as Ai sat up a little more, the raven haired male pushed his hands onto his knees in order to help him stand.

             ”The closest one to hear is called Dresden Cafe.” He glanced down at the shorter male. 

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      "Oh.." Pix frowned lightly, a small sigh escaping his lips. The sign he saw earlier-- maybe he misread it? Or maybe it was a hoax, or something? Perhaps he traveled to the wrong area? There were a lot of possibilities. Regardless of what happened, now he was a bit upset. He could use a nice coffee. Maybe munch on a muffin, or something?

      He swallowed, then spoke up. "U-Uh.. where's that at?" He asked, looking up at the other, voice notably less confident now.

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♣; ”I don’t feel any obligation to you,” she said flatly, brows raising briefly before furrowing sharply. “Don’t go flatterin’ yerself, kid. I should be goin’ out to pick up some stuff for a friend-a mine anyways. She likes flowers.” Okay, she wasn’t even friends with the nephilim she spoke of, but Luka liked to craft flower crowns and other things with flowers, so Ella figured she could play nice.

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A quick grin came into play, and Pix nodded, rubbing the back of his head lightly. "Good! Great. Awesome, uh, yeah. Not worth feeling obligation towards." Man, he was quickly growing sick of that word. "Okay, cool. Uh, any ideas on how to get there?" He asked, his desire to see the floral entities in person rooting deeper into his system.

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     Finally. Some alone time. Sort of. Pix was in a park, laying in the grass, hands resting under his head and elbows pointed out. It wasn't like a swingset and plastic slide type park, just like a plaza type thing. He was just watching the clouds really. It would have been perfect if there wasn't that one annoying kid running and screaming about. Well, you'd just have to ignore that, Pix. Focus on relaxing.

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Thick lashes fluttered until the raven’s eyes opened completely. His vision was a little fuzzy, but it soon focused around the figure of a smaller brunette. Ai raised a brow as the blood stained silver orbs settled into a docile grey color. His pupils rounded out and he sat up a little, his head tilted to the side as he made sense of the other’s words.

          ”Did you need something…?” A grunt came from the shirtless creature. 

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      It was pretty cool, to be honest. Probably not a good sign, but hey, Pix didn't really mind. His eyes went from snakey and red, to normal and grey. Oh, man he was lucky. Sometimes people looked at Pix like he was some type of monster (debatable), just because of his eyes. He couldn't change it. Welp, he shrugged that off.

      A hand came up to ruffle the hairs on the back of his neck. "Uh," Part of him wanted to just say 'nevermind', and just continue walking on, not wanting to annoy the other. But he really wanted to find this place. "--I'm looking for this new café type thing. I sort of need a job and they're hiring. It's called Pixel's Palace, or something. Have you heard of it?"

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      It was already an off day for Pix. Now he just had to cash in this check from work, and it would be all done. He could go home and take about eighty naps, and eat seven tons of food. Yeah, that sounded very nic--

      Are you fucking serious?                                                      These goddamn idiots just barged into the bank wearing fucking balaclavas and holding up guns and man he just wanted to eat pizza but instead he got a gun pointed at him and was forced to lay on the ground.

What fun.

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[ Well,if she’s no good for anything else she can always work as a diversion or at least an escapee. Temper shortened some, after being jostled and nudged and trod on by members of the crowd, so she is somewhat alarmed by the presence of someone behind her. “Um..-” A small smile spreads upon her lips, a slight twitch of her hand used as a wave. “I-I’m Cassie.” Inept in regards of quips and metaphors, she assumed he was planning on leaving too, and was quick to follow his lead.

His tactics were a lot more forceful that her own, and the blonde was quick to offer several utters of apology as she tagged along behind. Once finally through the mass of people, the male is offered a smile which is a touch more genuine. “Thanks for that. I th-think I might have ended up stuck in there i-if I didn’t follow after you.” ]

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      Aw, look at you, Pix! Playing superhero and whatnot. For once, the male let a slightly prideful grin play on his features. He gave himself credit for something! What a rare occasion; let the fireworks and confetti blast into the air! 

      "I do try my best." He mused, the grin only growing wider. She was actually pretty nice. You can only expect worse from a world of the wicked. She seemed kind of nervous though-- maybe that was just her, yeah? Pix shrugged that off. "It was no problem. I really kind of wanted to get out of there, y'know?" A beat. "Oh! Cassie's a really nice name. Had a friend named Cassie once. Peculiar chick."