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You aren’t sure if you were supposed to follow her or not so you fidget for a few seconds before starting off to catch up to her.
By the time you get there she already has a huge pile of junk food just there on the table and she's spraying whipped cream into her mouth, head tilted back to accept the delicious topping into the beginning her digestive system.
chaoticgeneticist started following you
Your irritation make way for astonishment as she starts to speak about her shoes. That all? You have expected something more. Why would anyone wear such inconvenient footwear in the first place? She gets rid of them right away and leaves for the kitchen, asking you if you will follow her. Why would you want to follow a strange human? But on the other hand, why not? So you follow her into the kitchen. “Do you want anything from me?”
"No I was just going to make you a fuckin' sandwich." Alys says, leaning down to look at him with bored eyes, making sure they are eye to eye. She has to bend over a lot. "But I guess you don't want a goddamn sandwich. So I'm just going to eat a sandwich in front of you all rude and shit and laugh at you with my mouth full. That shit is disgusting. You gonna take the friggen sandwich?" Well she's in a weird mood. She straightens up, and turns, heading towards the refrigerator.
thefourhumans started following you
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The four girls stare at him, looking somewhat familiar...
You laugh to yourself. You pretty much have her figured out.
She pokes your nose before swinging her leg back over into a proper sitting position and fluidly standing up. "Food." She mumbles darkly, starting to swagger off, hips swinging and long legs walking slowly with the speed of a snail on crack. Basically, not very fast, but at the same time she covers a lot of distance.
thefourhumans started following you
You take Alys’s hand, one eyebrow raised. “strider? d0 y0u happen t0 be related t0 dave and dirk?” You’re slightly disturbed by her smile, but so far all Striders have treated you nicely and with respect so you hope it’ll be the same for this girl.
"Yep. I'm the 'failed' older Strider." She narrows her harshly colored eyes, dropping Aradia's hand like it was on fire.
“Mm. I… see.” This already seemed like an interesting one— Though she didn’t appear to hold the manners he typically liked to see, not many people did. So long as she didn’t break anything… “Can I ask where you are from?”
She turns back after stopping with a raised eyebrow, her orange eyes seeming to burn into your skull. "I'm from 'merica. I think." Obviously she isn't very sure on this simple fact that everybody should know. How odd.
thefourhumans is in your sights
Daken debated for a few minutes. He could play the guitar, but things seldom got more interesting by merely staying put. Music was all well and good, but Daken had no patience for it today. He wanted adventure.
[You have chosen: Leave the Room]
Bell sets down the notebook and pen onto her bed. It seems like the music just wasn't really agreeing with her today. So she takes the shades on the desk and slides them onto her face to hide her red eyes. Nothing else of importance was in the room, so she just left, moving somewhat slowly with an uncaring attitude. Once slamming the door behind you, and flipping off an angered Cali English, you decide what to do next with a few moments of weighing the pros and cons. Either jump over the railing to go downstairs or venture further down to hall to the bedrooms of Ella Egbert and Alys Strider.
HEHEHEH. HEY THERE YOU GUYS.
HOW’S THE NIGHT BEEN TREATING YOU?
"Fine." Alys says, staring at you with blazing orange eyes from her spot on the couch. She seems to be intimidating, and the aura around her is downright terrifying.
thefourhumans is in your sights
Most of Daken’s time recently seemed to him to be spent being very, very bored. So he found this game online and played it a LOT. There were four protagonists to choose from, and he’d played the game through as three of them . Time for the best he’d saved for last…
[loading…]
[welcome to The Four Humans]
[choose an avatar: Alys Strider/Bell Strider/Cali English/Ella Egbert]
[you have chosen Bell Strider]
…
the computer finished loading and the game began…
Bell Strider, the weirdest yet most sane out of all of them, just sat on her bed, scribbling away on her paper. She often spent her afternoons writing away in her bedroom, sometimes song lyrics, but mostly feelings. Lots and lots of feelings. She liked to use her red pen a lot. Your three choices were either to hum a melody to go with the lyrics currently being spilled, go over to the guitar and pick it up, or leave the room. What do you do?
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“Hello.” He nodded in greeting. “Anything I can do for ya?”
"Not particularly." The girl with the cigarette poking out of her mouth says in a dead pan British-accented voice. Her arms are folded sassily over her chest and she looks impatient, but the other three don't even acknowledge your presence.
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Hello there! Welcome!
Alys stares down at him from her 6'5" height with the heels, eyebrow raised. Her orange gaze seems to burn through him as she tugs on the pointed anime shades attached to her plain black wifebeater. "English..." She mumbles to herself.
You feel almost proud of yourself. You rest your chin on your arms, smiling. “An I like you Miss Strider. I think you an I wwill get along swwiminly.”
She sniffs obnoxiously in dismissal, before saying with a smile, "I think we will."
Alys laughs, hips swinging as she replies, “I’ll try my best not to kill anybody.” and starts to walk inside.
The Austrian raises an eyebrow, but follows after her, frowning a bit. “Thank you, I suppose… Er, My name is Roderich, Roderich Edelstein.”
"Alys. Alys Strider. A-l-y-s but with all the charm of Alice 'n Wonderland." One hand is dangling in her pocket and even from behind she seems... scary. Of course, her height at 6'4" helps with that too.
>he puts the $500 back in his wallet<
haha love you too sis
"Damn right you do." She mumbles, still hanging on him. Its easier to talk that way, to her mind. Alys doesn't think straight all the time.
thefourhumans started following you
“s0…wh0 are y0u f0ur?” You tilt your head to one side. “never seen y0u guys ar0und here bef0re!”
The tall white haired girl smiles a creepy smile, stretching out her hand with long fingers. She could probably easily become a piano player, if she tried. "Alys. Alys Strider." She drawls, orange eyes ablaze. The signature anime pointed shades are attached to her shirt, and damn, she wears it well.
Your smirk grows into a full grin. “I do try,” you reply to her sarcasm modestly, staring right back at her with your blank eyes.
“As far as lines go anywway…”
Her face seems to be closer to yours than before, a tiny smirk on her face, as she slowly and quietly hisses out, "Damn. I like you, Mister Ampora." It seems that you have gained her approval, fought for by men and women alike. I guess that means you're her friend now? Alys is kind of tricky to figure out.
Well hey there guys! I’m John, nice to meet you.
The 6'4" tall high heeled boot wearing eldest Strider leans down to look at the trickster. "... You're trickster." Her aura seems to radiate dissapproval, but on her face is the slightest trace of a smile. She doesn't wear her shades anymore, and they're hanging from her shirt, like normal. At least this time she's wearing proper pants, a little too loose on her body. Alys doesn't really know what to make of the blonde, but she's seen this happen before, to just about everybody. Including herself.
