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a tiny yelp escaped her lips before she quickly waddled behind a tree, “ what are you doing ? ” she hissed quickly shaking her butt once to keep pee from dripping down her leg as quickly as she could she pulled her pants up peeking her head out from behind the tree. “ oh man you’re still here ? ‘nd did you offer to help me ? what were you gonna do wipe my ass for me ? ” she wanted to be annoyed but honestly the entire situation was hilarious and she couldn’t help but to let out a tiny chuckle with a shake of her head. 

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     He doesn’t believe in God, but -- ❝ Oh God! ❞ He splutters, acidentally yanking whatever’s in his pockets and spilling them over the ground in his haste of trying to find napkins. ❝ I thought it’d be rude to leave, I-- ❞ his voice is growing higher and higher the more he panics, stamping all over the flowers that he’d pulled from his pockets. ❝ Sh-should I? ❞ His mind (if you can call it that at all, whatever part of his system that registers his thoughts) is so scattered that he says it before he can help himself. ❝ I mean, no, of course I shouldn’t! ❞ He quickly corrects, jumping in surprise as he hears her chuckle. ❝ Are you okay? ❞

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lennonadkins:

    eyebrows furrowed, lennon watches the other carefully as he fumbles with his words. she isn’t sure if she followed his thought process, but based off of his relief, she isn’t sure if she wants to know. “it’s okay,” she replies automatically at his apology, wondering if it was for simply surprising her. she shifts her weight between her feet, wincing slightly at the pressure added to her strained ankle.      when he speaks, she remains still and watches as he pulls flowers out of her pockets. it doesn’t make sense to her, why he would pull flowers from the ground only to have them wilt over time. she doesn’t speak, though, and just studies them in his hand from a distance. at his question, she shakes her head, glancing up at him before she looks at the woods around her. “clearing my head,” lennon says, her hands clasping in front of her. “sometimes a walk away from the main part of camp helps.”   

     He notes the bemusement in her eyes, but as she says nothing, he doesn’t comment on it either. Gently, he closes his hand and carefully pushes the flowers back into his pocket. ❝ That’s not the first time I’ve heard that, ❞ he chuckled, raising his hand towards his face and pushing the bridge of his glasses upwards. ❝ I think nature has that affect on... anyone. I always say, no matter what’s invented, nothing can come close to any of this. ❞ He gestures around them. ❝ You know, how it’s just... there. And how it all fits perfectly into place. How nothing had to be made. It’s incredible, I think. ❞ A wistful sigh as he finishes rambling.

[susannch]

“Shitting? Yeah, love, it’s pretty normal,” she says, wiping her hands off with a wipe she took from the medicinal tent. She smiles sweetly at him, curious. “I’m Kitty,” she said, “It’s nice to meet you.”

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     He’s supposed to be used to the swearing at this point, but it still comes as a surprise. And he couldn’t possibly see... that as normal. Perhaps it’s down to the social stigma. ❝ Yes, of course. ❞ Voice still low and uncertain, he nods. ❝ Nice to meet you, Kitty. I’m Marcos. Should I turn around now? ❞

[blurintoyou]

He shakes his head, trying to hide his amusement at how relieved the other seems to be. “I’m looking for berries.“

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    ❝ Berry picking? ❞ He perks up. ❝ I’m very good at picking stuff. You have to be careful not to pick the poisonous ones, obviously... but that’s part of the fun. ❞ He says, nearing the other and examining the area around them. ❝ You get many so far? ❞

[susannch]

Kitty laughed softly as she stood back up, pulling her pants up as well. She’d long ago abandoned any sense of dignity (or privacy, or even shame, for that matter) and had taken to pooping wherever was necessary. She didn’t mind anyone seeing, either; she’d hiked clear across the country, and there was no room for being embarrassed anymore. “You okay?” she asked, looking at him with her head tilted slightly.

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      Heat-stained cheeks grow warmer as she speaks.  ❝ Oh, y-yes, uh, I’m fine, ❞ the words are mumbled under his breath, nervously fidgeting with his hand on the back of his head. Marcos is surprised that she hasn’t yelled at him for indecency. He thought that that might be a normal reaction, but humans just keep surprising him. ❝ A-are you? ❞ Blurted out before he can bite his tongue, still unsure of what he should do in this situation.

[blurintoyou]

His head lifts at the voice, and it takes another few moments before he realizes what the other meant. “No, I’m not—” 

Human, he doesn’t say. While Julius does not actively try to hide that he is a robot, during his time with the Resistance, he has found it easier to keep that fact to himself. He allows his face to flush slightly, red coloring his cheeks, before he coughs. “I could use a hand.”

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    ❝ Oh, ❞ this time, the sound leaves him in a gust of relief. ❝ Good! ❞ The word is punctuated by a shaky laugh, wouldn’t that have been awkward? And he turns, nodding abruptly as soon as the other requests his help.  ❝ You need help getting up? Or something else? ❞ He asks, approaching the other.

[nighthwks]

“what?” beckett looks up from the place he’d been squatting on. it took a second before he realized what the other was thinking, making him stand up STRAIGHT. “oh. i was not… shitting. that’s, it’s not what i’m doing.” that sounded suspicious even to HIMSELF, but he didn’t owe anyone explanations, ESPECIALLY when it came to his business. “i just wanted to come out here and, i don’t know, get some fresh air, i guess.”

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    Despite the time he’d spent around the others at camp, he was still not entirely comfortable with swearing due to his upbringing. Still he looks back at the other without so much as a flinch, instead nodding. ❝ It is peaceful here, isn’t it? ❞ He agrees. ❝ You manage to forget everything. Nature is very soothing. We could invent anything with technology, but I still think that it pales in comparison to this. ❞

[reaganadkins-blog]

the new brace wrapped around her ankle has made walking around a bit painful. it’s better than limping, lennon knows that, but the material still cuts into her leg. she’s crouched down, fumbling with the brace, when the noise behind her makes her jump. her balance - which was already unsteady, leaning on one foot - is knocked off course by the voice and she falls over into the dirt.  “n-no, you’re okay.” she mumbles quickly, awkwardly pushing herself off from the ground so she can turn around and face whoever startled her. “you, um, just surprised me.” lennon wipes her hands onto her pants, tossing her hair back from her eyes when it lands on the other. “–are you looking for someone?” 

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     Disaster averted, he turns back around, albeit still slightly hesitant. ❝ Phew! ❞ In an attempt to seem friendly, he runs a hand along his hairline as though wiping sweat from his forehead.  ❝ I thought you were p-- ❞ but he manages to stop himself just in time before committing a social transgression, uncomfortable laughter seeps past his lips. If being awkward were a competition, he’d win first prize.

     Marcos clears his throat. ❝ Sorry. ❞ He repeats. He doesn’t want to sound weird, though there’s no way around it. He isn’t trained to lie, and even if he had developed that skill like the other bots, he wouldn’t be able to lie to a human. Another bot? Probably.  ❝ No, I was just... I like to wander. Pick flowers. ❞ He pulls out a handful of the ones stuffed in his other pocket. ❝ See? ❞ His palm is open for her to look at them, but he doesn’t move closer in order to not scare her. ❝ What about you? Were you waiting for someone? ❞

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    ❝ Oh, hi ! ❞ Emilia said as she tried testing a new invention that she had made, the bathroom was the only quiet place that she could work in and it wasn’t surprising that someone would think otherwise. ❝ Uh yeah, can you hand me that toy over there, please ? ❞ 

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     He’s relieved when, instead of screaming for help, she directs him toward a small dog-shaped object. Noddingly obediently, he scoops up the contraption and holds it out for her to take, happy to help. It takes him a moment, but he sees the tools scattered around her. ❝ If you don’t mind my asking, did you build this yourself? ❞

[dundermifflingifs]

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┌ Marcos Castro ┘   ... ʟ ᴏ ᴀ ᴅ ɪ ɴ ɢ ...  ➥ 'A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.'

[supvalmont]

“i’d kill for a proper cold beer. heineken, if possible. honestly, not all this prison-alcoholic-beverage combined would be all that worth. if things weren’t as shitty– i’d even consider giving up on alcohol. thing which never occurred through my mind before. that’s how tragic i find this situation.”

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❝ Heineken is Dutch, isn’t it? Did you know that it’s vegan? I could always pick some up for you, if you wanted to. If I find it. You won’t have to kill to get any alcohol, that wouldn’t be good. ❞

[nphlms-blog]

“ya know, i think i like this place more at night. it’s more peaceful, and you can see the stars.” she said gesturing up at the night sky. “this camp is much bigger then i thought. even after a few days of being here it feels huge still.

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❝ It can be a little intimidating, but it’s not so big once you get used to it. ❞ He nods in agreement, putting down the tufts of grass he’d picked on his way up here.  ❝ Do you miss home? Can you see the stars where you’re from, too? ❞

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     ❝ Oh ! ❞ 

    If there’s one thing Marcos still can’t wrap his head around, it’s the human bowel movement. No matter how many books he’s read on it, he can’t come to terms with the fact that something so ugly can come from something so beautiful. It’s an embarrassing phenomen that sends a hot flush of color to the surface of his cheeks as he turns bashfully away with the other.

      ❝ Geez, I’m- I’m sorry. ❞ He’s angry with himself for having wandered so far away from camp, fumbling in his pockets for napkins. Has he got any of those in there? ❝ Do you need, uh, any help? ❞ It’s a stupid question to ask, he knows it is, but he’s not sure what to do now, besides running away.

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hello! my name is agnes and this is marcos. there’s some info about him below, but i’d just like to inform you that it may have murder and self-harm related triggers.

he’s robot who was bought by an upper class suburban family.

the family was actually really kind to him and he grew up sort of “part of the family” but also somehow not? always almost there, almost the big brother, but not quite.

marcos developed an affection for human beings to the extent that he wanted to be one, hence his label of “the admirer”. he admires human beings and immerses himself in their culture as much as he can.

when the new age broke out, they murdered what he considered to be “his family” in front of him, and he felt that all AIs were inherently evil, fighting whatever “monster” inside of him that he saw. he never understood the point of view of the ones rebelling.

marcos was one of the first to join the resistance and helps as actively as he can in every way he can.

+ he is loyal, particularly to humans where he can be iffy towards other robots, diligent, always going above & beyond the call of duty in order to help out in any way he can, & mindful, always careful not to offend and to put himself in your shoes.

- however, he is also self-loathing, often comparing himself to humans and trying harder to be just like them, sometimes calling himself “it”, a “thing” in his head and falling into gender binaries because he was bought up with the belief that that was what made humans human, restrained, often keeping to himself and shying away from attention, as well as keeping his emotions pent up, sometimes hitting himself when he finally does explode, and naive in believing so heartily in the world around him.

if you’re interested in plotting, i have a connections page here!