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Feelings???
Marius stretched his arms up and leaned back, not caring that he was exposing his chest for everyone who was left to see. His eyes wandered the room and landed on Courfeyrac’s curly hair. he made his way over and flopped next to him on the couch, pressing his forehead into Courfeyracs hair.
“Hi.”
Move In Nerves // Marius and Courf
Marius knocked quietly on Courfs door. He adjusted his backpack and rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet waiting for his friend to answer the door. His nerves were built up, just thinking about the question he was going to propose to Cosette later. Marius was horrible at asking people things but luckily, that’s what Courf was there for.
He realized belatedly that he should have texted Courf before heading over, just in case he wasn’t actually in his room. Marius fiddled with his phone and opened snapchat. He quickly sent off a quick selfie with the caption “outside ur room” to Courf and waited for some form of response. A few more seconds passed and Marius turned to leave just as the door flew open.
Chat: Artina.
Tagging: Artie Abrams and Tina Cohen-Chang
Location: Artie dorms.
Time Frame: Afternoon ,May, 22th
Notes: While Artie’s studying to his finals, Tina, who is finaly on her summer vacation, passes her time on New York before goes to Lima with him and start make a conversation.
Warnings: (Mentions of past rape)
Open rp.
Alistair sat below a tree with his back against the trunk. He looked up towards the sky, luckily there was an overcast today no rays of sunlight were shining through. He wasn't a fan of the sun, never has been even in his human life. Despite the fact that during his human life it would mainly rain or be constantly cloudy. Never the less it was a decent day to be outside, even if there was a couple of feet of snow on the ground. The cold wasn't something that bothered him in this life. He closed his eyes and drew in a breath of air, the smell of the cold air, trees, surrounding nature in general. The peacefulness didn't last long as he sensed that someone was coming closer. Unsure which direction or how far away they were-- let alone what they are. He stood up then jumped to one of the higher tree branches that were out of view.
Open starter
Alistair was by himself walking along the edge of a trail. He hadn't run into anyone so far mainly because it was night. The sky was dark, the moon was full and there wasn't a cloud in sight. To one side of the trail was a river and on the other side was an open field. If anything happened a safe bet would be to jump across the river or up into one of the trees. A few minutes later he sensed that he was being followed, whatever it was was obviously on the move and it made it difficult to pin point how far away it actually was. Not knowing what it was he turned around quickly and stopped in his tracks. He waited silently for whatever it was to show itself.
Rendez-vous à la Musique II Open
Music. Ah, Ethan loved music. His tastes varied, wildly, but they all carried in them the sheer power that attracted him to music in the first place. He had been delighted to hear,then, that Camden had a music shop with an extensive collection, and had resolved to visit as soon as possible.
The time had come and he now stood in the aisles browsing with delight as he looked at the variety. Foo Fighters, Bon Jovi, the Beatles (he wasn’t old fashioned, but he remembered seeing a live show of theirs, once, and loving it), Linkin Park (he loved their early albums with a passion), Three Days Grace (ditto), Eminem (who said he was only for the young generation?), Iron Maiden (he held a special respect for them; relics of a previous generation, who surfed the wave of progress and came out better than ever), Metallica (he used to like them,but after Master of Puppets, it was all downhill)…. He had been madly in love with them all at one point or another. He still held appreciation for them, but he had moved on, quicker than the cold breeze. He still searched for classical CDs, though he had given up on finding them in the average store. Just as the power of modern music attracted him, Western classical music had an elegance and beauty that he was in awe of.
He had a system for choosing his music; he purchased two CDs, one of his current favourite, which was in this case Dark Tranquillity, and one other, completely random, that he had never heard before. Sometimes he spun around and picked a CD at random, sometimes he juggled a pile of them and bought the last one left in his hand, and sometimes he asked the manager to show him music that no one else ever liked. When he took them home, if he liked the unfamiliar artist, they became his new favourite. He couldn’t count the number of people who had criticised him for his ephemeral taste, but he didn’t care. Loyalty to taste was constricting. If he wanted to experience every sort of music in the world, was that so bad?
He also liked to chat with other customers about their music tastes. He had learnt that sometimes it was unwelcome, but often, they were friendly.
"Hey," he said, approaching a figure bent over the music racks, browsing quickly. "Whatcha looking at?"
Taste Tests II Ethan & Roxy
Ethan had agreed to meet Roxy by noon. They were meeting at Camden’s cafe. After a raging debate as to the merits of coffee at different temperatures, they had decided to settle it by actually drinking it. Roxy would try cold coffee, and he would try hot coffee. He was firmly on his guard, ready to defend the honour of his beloved cold coffee from all who would impugn it.
He sat at a table outside, under a bright pink parasol, and tried desperately to ignore its colour. He looked away, he closed his eyes, he closed his eyes and looked away, but nothing worked. Eventually, disgusted, he stood up, ready to sit inside the cafe. He looked at a clock on the wall. It was 11:55.
He went inside, pulling up a chair and sitting down. A pretty young waitress approached him, opening her mouth to ask him what he wanted, but he cut her off with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, I’m just waiting for a friend,” he said, grinning. “Could you come back in five minutes, please?”
She grinned back at him. She probably wasn’t used to customers being very nice. He had met plenty of barmaids who suffered at the hands of wealthy, spoiled, arrogant and drunk customers, and though this wasn’t a bar, people were the same everywhere. He had once waited tables while he was alive, in misguided attempts to stay on the straight and narrow. It had been a hard first lesson in human nature.
He was jolted from his reverie by the tinkling of the bells on the door, as it swung open to admit someone. The ‘someone’ in question was a gorgeous blonde who turned the heads of every man in the room, and some of the women, too. She walked confidently, like she knew full well the effect she had on people. She noticed him and made a beeline for his table. Ethan felt the glances following, and nearly flinched at the death glares sent his way. Then he smiled, basking in it. “Hello, Roxy,” he said, smiling lightly. “Ready?”
