Ariel Weiss

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you. Without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.

[fuckyeahiwanrheon]

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Zach&Ariel//Persona Non Grata

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zachbastiaans:

[And Zach thought he was awkward, he’s not so sure anymore, maybe he was just self-conscious. Because this dude was much worse, and he tried to pretend nothing was the matter, and he wasn’t just a little bit weirded out by his face. He shouldn’t be allowed to judge. He put up a smile, and followed Ariel to the kitchen with the last of the plates.]

Understandable, people should have the decency to clean up after themselves. [He said, making a face. Though it was the truth, Zach mostly meant it as a joke, he never minded cleaning up, he even felt the need to be participating in the clean-keeping of the Colony, especially now that only infected were on such duty. He hoped as well that cleaning up would send a message, not of the rebellious sort, but to show all people had to participate in it. He felt the whole thing smelled too much of World War II Germany and Eastern Europe. Can’t have that.]

Jup, I’m new, been here just two months. [He explained with a calm voice, as he dropped the plates on the sink and the cutlery in a bin with water.] Zach, nice to meet you, Ariel. 

How long have you been here?

[Ariel nods, smiling a little and glad that someone else shares his view on those who don’t follow the rules. There’s order to things and people need to show their gratitude for what the colony has given them by doing their chores and following the rules set in place by the new chancellor.]

Isn’t like chores are that hard to begin with. [He shrugged. It wasn’t science, following rule. There was order but what he’s heard lately, there has been only chaos.] Sometimes I sit and watch people. I sit all day when I’ve got nothing else to do. [Ariel feels his face warm. He purses his lips, looking to the dish bin and pushes the rest under the soapy water.] They give no thought to who has to p-pick up after them...

[The Question. Everyone always asks: how long have you been here? Ariel thinks, it’s been more than months, he knows that, at least. Again he shrugs,] It’s been a few years, I think. Probably about two?

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Zach&Ariel//Persona Non Grata

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zachbastiaans:

[Zach raised an eyebrow when the man rather rudely expressed not asking for help, which he soon corrected because he probably noted his own tone of voice. Either way, he became a bit more friendlier, and while Zach had stopped a second earlier from taking up the plate and dropping his smile, he felt them returning with the question.] No, I figured I was doing one of yours. [He said, a bit jokingly, and continued to clean the plates from the tables on the left side of the canteen. Collecting them in big hauls of as much as he could carry before rushing back to the kitchen to leave them there.] 

[As he was working, he noted the other guy.] So, it isn’t your job either? I guess the people who are supposed to clean off the tables should be thankful, right? [He was trying his best at making regular conversation, but he felt at odds about what to ask and especially what not to ask.]

[He couldn’t remember if he had ever since this guy before, not in the canteen, not in the hallways, but he seemed rather awkward, closed-off, a very similar trait. But he wondered whether the closed-off nature came from past traumas, as he was facing, or if it was part of this one’s nature. Curiosity made him want to find out.]

[Eyes widen as Ariel looks over the man. He doesn’t really take the time to know or remember many people around the colony despite the amount of time he’s been here. Ariel blinks, this man is new, that much he knows. A couple of plates slip on the pile and he fumbles to catch them, getting his hand in a smudge of... stuff, in the process. His mouth pulls in a tight line as he tries not to show his disgust. As gross as Ariel can be at times, there’s just something about leftover scraps of food that turns his stomach.]

No, this isn’t my job...come to think of it, I don’t really know what my job is. These were just, bothering, me. [His lips twitch into a slight, awkward smile and he wipes his hand on a napkin.] I’m not sure where the kitchen staff is or those responsible for cleaning up. [Ariel thinks for a second.] You’re new. [He meant that as a question.] Haven’t seen you here before. [Slowly he makes his way toward the kitchen and where the dirty wash bin are.] Oh, um, my name is Ariel, by the way.

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Zach&Ariel//Persona Non Grata

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zachbastiaans:

[Zach, still partly oblivious to all that went on at the Colony, while hating being oblivious as well, had heard some and what of all that had gone to pass in the last few days. The black wristbands that showed up everywhere. At first he thought it was meant as a sort of message to the ruling party, which got his blood hot in excitement.] 

[However, it turned out, as he learned later after all of those he had seen wearing the bands ended up in the correctional ward - That should’ve caught his attention first -, that it had been to cover up the tattoos which they had changed during the bonfire. Still a message to the NWRF that no one accepted their rule if they continued to treat the Infected the way they did.] 

[It had Zach’s head in the cloud. He was constantly twisting and turning his thoughts on the matter, trying to decide how he could help, what he could do. He knew a lot about protests, about former governments where the people stood up against their ruler, about people who hadn’t been able to overthrow the ruling party, and about people who were still in the situation where they wished for nothing more.]

[However, Zach kept himself out of all of it, he wanted information, but he figured this was not the time to go around and ask for it. Pax hadn’t been among those brought in with changed tattoos, but somehow he figured the man might have something to do with it. Or there was an other party interested in changing the situation. If so, those two parties should meet! Form a bigger front! Find a better way to get their point across.]

[He was absently playing with his food, while thinking about those subjects. Zach’s attention was then diverted when he saw a hand reaching for the plates left behind on the table he was sitting at, and dropped his fork rather quickly. Ushering as he saw how one individual was cleaning up all the plates - and thinking this was the guy’s job - to stand up.] Let me help you with that! [He said quickly, and ran to collect plates as well.] 

[He stacks the plates, being cautious not spill the bits of leftover food on the floor or let his fingers slip in it. As much as he’s always wanted to connect with people, there was always something strange about eating, he feels. Putting food in one’s mouth, mashing it with your teeth...then swallowing the mush. His robotic and alien nature has never allowed him to fully enjoy most human things.

So he watches others, mimicking what they do and how they act but it’s never ...natural.

Ariel’s brow furrow when he hears the voice of another man offer to help him. Actually help him. Blue eyes dart up as the man gathers the plates.] I-I... [He isn’t sure what to say.] I...didn’t ask for help... [Ariel doesn’t mean it as rudely as it sounds so he corrects himself.] You don’t need to help, is what I mean. Or, am I doing one of your chores?

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Zach&Ariel//Persona Non Grata

[His fingers twitch against his palm as he counts. What is that? Three? Four black bands now just today? Are they a new fashion trend? Ariel’s never been one for fashion so it’s no surprise he’s out of the loop. He noticed them as he was eating breakfast the other day but hadn’t paid much attention to them until today when a couple more people walked by. It’s going to catch his attention, naturally, but what’s he going to say or do about it? Nothing. Ariel doesn’t know what the meaning behind the bands are so he sits and stares, watery eyes fixated on the fabric tied neatly around the wrists of passing survivors.

Then there is the announcement that came over the PA. He heard it, listened to it but couldn’t understand what had happened. People around him seemed worried but he was unaffected.He had gotten his tattoo checked but it was the same as it had been when he’d first arrived to Colony 22 so he was sent on his way but instructed to tell an Elite if he heard anything out of the ordinary. He follows the rules.

Absently, he scrapes the remaining scraps of food off his plate and dumps it in a tub that is already filled with dirty dishes. He doesn’t have anywhere to go and no one to be with so he starts collecting the abandoned dishes that have been scattered on the table tops.]

@zachbastiaans

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Play the Fool  // Re-branded

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clove--modius:

weiss-ariel:

[In true Ariel-like fashion, he thinks the woman is beautiful: a damsel who needs his help. He can’t help the tiny, shy smile that peels his lips back as she smiles at him. Ariel has done something good, he thinks, by coming to her aid.] Well, I can escort you back. It’s no trouble at all! I’m actually on my way back to my room, too. I don’t mind. It’s kind of dark, too…  [He’s good at lying and even though he had just arrived at the party less than a half hour ago, he would leave if she wanted.]

[She’s the perfect woman to help get his mind off of Bobbie…]

[He offers again, to escort her. Clearly he doesn’t understand the situation, which is somewhat aggravating, though she’s determined to be unphased by anything else tonight. She lifts her wrist to let the light hit the band of her PDD. Her smile is tight-lipped when she explains—] Unfortunately, I have a job to do here for a while longer.

[She supposes it’s nice of him to volunteer, in a way, but the last thing she feels like doing is being polite to save someone’s feelings. Clove brushes past him with a superficial but convincingly lighthearted look, like everything’s been settled and taken care of to her satisfaction. She locates a bench not too far that she steps towards. That’s as good a place as any to retreat to.]

-end.

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Corbin&Ariel//Failure

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call-corbin:

weiss-ariel:

[Ariel listens as the other speaks, staring widely, barely blinking. He doesn’t want anything, doesn’t want to buy anything or trade anything. Why can’t people just leave him be? He doesn’t bother anyone, he never hurt anyone…

There’s a pain his stomach that has nothing to do with his ribs. Twisting his arms against his middle, a sheen of sweat glistens across his forehead. Ariel shakes his head. He doesn’t want anything. Too many words are being tossed about but none that he’s able to comprehend.

Drugs? Medicine? The pain isn’t in his ribs, it’s in his heart.

Ariel shakes his head, refusing what’s being offered to him.] I don’t want any of those things. [His voice is timid and he speaks slowly. The only thing he wants is Bobbie. He wants to feel the touch of her cool hand on his face and see the worrying look in her eyes again as she tends to him and his injuries. He wants to hear the concern coloring her voice. His gaze flicks over the other- he’s not Bobbie so there’s nothing he could possibly do or say that could make him feel better.]

You know Pax, he tried selling me things, too… [maybe that’s enough of a hint for the other to understand Ariel’s not in the market for drugs.]

[He has to admit, because it’s impossible not to—the guy is a little fucking weird. Not that Corbin is going to hold it against him—he doesn’t much care for judging people he knows nothing about. Not entirely his place, in part, but also, he just doesn’t have the energy it requires to care about the drama. So he’s weird, a little creepy—what-the-fuck-ever.

Still, Corbin’s beginning to realize that working with him isn’t going to be much like his other experiences—but that fact in and of itself also doesn’t have to be a deterrent. He still can’t shake the feeling that the interaction could be… relevant in some way, in the future.

The mention of Pax and the lingering way the tone of the other man fluctuates and intones… It does shed some light.] Ah. So I reckon that’s yer hesitation then, aye? Well, fair ‘nuff. Like I said, I ain’t gonna force anythin’ on ya. But just so ya know, I also ain’t Pax. [It’s not a lie, but it’s also misleading—Pax his closest connection here, next to Ethan, and he’d probably die before betraying him—but that being said, that doesn’t mean they can’t work in different ways.] I ain’t gonna hurt ya—unless you hurt me, ‘course. [It’s a tease, and he’s not sure if it’s a good choice, but he grins and decides not to worry about it. If the weirdo can’t tell he’s kidding, well that’s not his fault.] Look, I get why ya don’t trust it. But if you need anything, lemme know. You seem like a decent bloke and I’ll get ya a deal, I promise. Sorry ‘bout what happened to ya, yeah? 

[He takes a step or two back, but keeps eye contact—a way to extend the offer of help. Maybe one day Ariel will turn to Corbin when he needs something, and hey, it’s all about laying the groundwork in networking, right?] 

-end.-

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Play the Fool  // Re-branded

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clove--modius:

[Is it wrong, to feel like she’s fleeing a situation? Preoccupied, she flashes a superficial smile to the stranger.] I’m sober, but thank you for the concern. I think… [She does want to head back to the tower, to her sanctuary, but she still has a job to do here. If she leaves early, warning bells will ring in Quinn’s head, and she’ll undo any of the work she did at calming him in a single motion. Not to mention, her own need to stay in the area, in case anything more sinister than a costumed clown should arise. She’s had enough of hiding away from her problems. If they want to come get her, she’ll be here.]

[With her determination renewed, she gets back up to her feet, fully, to face him with more poise. She chooses a friendlier tone, of a tired party-goer who’s reached her fill. Maybe that will help reassure him.] I think I just need a bit of a break, from all of this noise.

[In true Ariel-like fashion, he thinks the woman is beautiful: a damsel who needs his help. He can’t help the tiny, shy smile that peels his lips back as she smiles at him. Ariel has done something good, he thinks, by coming to her aid.] Well, I can escort you back. It’s no trouble at all! I’m actually on my way back to my room, too. I don’t mind. It’s kind of dark, too...  [He’s good at lying and even though he had just arrived at the party less than a half hour ago, he would leave if she wanted.]

[She’s the perfect woman to help get his mind off of Bobbie...]

[fuckyeahiwanrheon]

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fuckyeahiwanrheon:

Iwan Rheon for Square Mile

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Corbin&Ariel//Failure

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call-corbin:

[“Well clearly it’s not,” is all he can think, judging by the way the bloke’s been bent over the table looking morose and half dead. But he licks his lips, trying not to be too overbearing about it. A pushy salesman is a broke salesman, after all.] Why? [He shrugs casually.] Hell, it’s what I do, mate. You think I mess ‘round in the market for nuthin’? What other reason is there than t’make sure us little guys get what we need when some fuckin’ corrupt government is hoarding all the supplies and puttin’ restrictions on anything we can use to help ourselves, instead of relying on them to help us.  Makin’ us reliant on them. Dependant. 

Besides—isn’t that the nice thing to do? Offer to help a bloke out? Fuck, I know we’re livin’ in a time of ‘every man for himself’ and all that, but the day I get my hands on meds that can help someone in pain, and decide not to share? When I don’t have my own need for it? Well, I’d be just as bad as the NWRF. And you can fuckin’ slap me. I’m a prick, in some ways, but I ain’t that much of one. 

But I mean, I ain’t gonna force it on ya, mate. You don’t want it, that’s fine. Just thought I’d offer. The stuff they give you fer pain is shit, unless yer like, near death. Even then, they don’t like to “waste” the good stuff on every case. I reckon you can’t be sleepin’ too well with yer ribs like that, either, hey? You wanna change that, I can help. [A shrug] F’ya want. [Sure, he had his own stakes in the matter—he could stand to make a little money off the exchange. But he wasn’t going to appear desperate or like he was going to benefit from it. Selling always had to be about the buyer, not the seller. The moment the seller becomes transparent, they’ve lost the customer.] 

[Ariel listens as the other speaks, staring widely, barely blinking. He doesn’t want anything, doesn’t want to buy anything or trade anything. Why can’t people just leave him be? He doesn’t bother anyone, he never hurt anyone...

There’s a pain his stomach that has nothing to do with his ribs. Twisting his arms against his middle, a sheen of sweat glistens across his forehead. Ariel shakes his head. He doesn’t want anything. Too many words are being tossed about but none that he’s able to comprehend.

Drugs? Medicine? The pain isn’t in his ribs, it’s in his heart.

Ariel shakes his head, refusing what’s being offered to him.] I don’t want any of those things. [His voice is timid and he speaks slowly. The only thing he wants is Bobbie. He wants to feel the touch of her cool hand on his face and see the worrying look in her eyes again as she tends to him and his injuries. He wants to hear the concern coloring her voice. His gaze flicks over the other- he’s not Bobbie so there’s nothing he could possibly do or say that could make him feel better.]

You know Pax, he tried selling me things, too... [maybe that’s enough of a hint for the other to understand Ariel’s not in the market for drugs.]

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Play the Fool  // Re-branded

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clove--modius:

[A figure descends near to where she’s fallen, and asks if she’s okay. She hardly takes notice of his outfit—some nightmarish clown—whether intended to be frightening in the beginning it’s the stuff of B-horror movies now. Still, it’s artifice, and Clove has had enough of that tonight, in any form.]

Thanks for the concern. I’m fine.

[The same word she dealt quickly to Quinn—but it’s the proper response. She pulls herself to her feet, on her own steam, and intends to leave the entire night behind for good. It’s difficult for her, to tell whether her exhaustion comes from feeling bested by these hooligans, or from the effort of being nonchalant, keeping her own makeup from slipping too far.]

[Pausing, she realizes she was rude to the boy. She almost thinks of stopping to explain herself, and in that moment she is angered by her own indecision. Whether she’s still willing to explain herself to people.] I tripped. [Or, was tripped, most likely.] It’s fine. [She’s almost determined, with the repetition—but if she was determined, truly, she’d have left already.]

[Ariel wants to help her further, to reach out and take her hands, brush the sand from her costume. She said she tripped and he glances around her feet but in the glaring brightness of the fire, he can’t see anything. He blinks, pursing his lips, his cup still held firmly in his grasp.] You sure you’re alright? Sometime one can fall and hurt themselves and not know until the next day. Especially if they’ve had one or two drinks. [He knows this because it used to happen to his mother on a nightly basis.] Do you need someone to walk you to your room? [There’s far too much hope in his voice.]

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Play the Fool  // Re-branded

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clove--modius:

[She honestly wishes, at this point, that she could be wasted. Just drunk and dancing anonymously.]

[That won’t ever happen, here, not now. And she wishes she could stop thinking about it, for a millisecond, but even with her costume in shambles and her hair growing damp from sweat this close to the fire, she still feels like a public figure—the Clove Modius they know, rather than who she really is.]

[All of a sudden, she’s sick of it all. She wants to curl up in her bed, and not come out again until maybe the snow’s fallen, and the memory of Pax dressed up as her, Andee as Quinn, has disappeared from her mind, replaced with work or something (dare she hope) more meaningful than what some pricks chose to sport for a party.]

[Clove begins to push her way free of the crowd, but at the last moment she missteps and—from malicious intent or otherwise, she trips, catches her knee on the semi-frozen beach.]

[She pulls herself up slightly, but it would take aggression to lash out and that is so far from what she wanted, here, tonight. At this point, she feels so pathetic, the ground is almost appropriate. It’s what she deserves, sand in her hair and scrapes on her knees, for being as foolish and optimistic as she was before now.]

[He’s nervous and painfully shy. He doesn’t ever know what to do with his hands. His finger flex and the plastic cup in his hand crinkles from the pressure threatening to crack. Ariel watches the party goers, unsure if he wants to move a little closer and maybe join them. He really doesn’t even know anyone and those that he does know, he hasn’t seen yet or they are busy with people who aren’t him.

At first he’s not sure if he’s seeing things properly, the flames of the fire and the crowd of people plays tricks with eyes but he thinks he sees a woman a little ways off who has fallen. Someone will surely help her, he thinks so he waits and watches for someone to go to her...

She’s alone, he thinks and he finally makes his way over to her. This is a good thing- helping a woman when she’s hurt herself. His mind is already reeling what could happen once she sees her rescuer, forgetting totally that his face is caked in white makeup and red streaks.]

Are... are you alright? [He kneels down to her level.]

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Play the Fool  // Re-branded

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bobbie-wright:

Oh, you should, they’re quite… good. [Her feet are shifting and she’s doing everything in her power not to take two large, obvious steps away from him as he moves in closer, instead settling for shifting to turn her body away, using that to create distance as she motions toward the table.] There’s all kinds of sweets, tarts, just little snacks everywhere. Totally worth the trip, I’d say.

[Are you here alone? It sounds like something a killer asks before he drags a victim off into the woods. 

Stop it, Bobbie, that’s ridiculous. 

But then, hadn’t she been told she needs to be… careful? Around Ariel? She had, and she had brushed it off. Because she couldn’t see any harm. He was… childlike, innocent, sweet. Wasn’t he? She was way too confused now. She quickly swallows, nods her head a bit, but then shakes it.] I mean, I suppose so? Not really. I managed to convince Ryder – do you know Ryder?– Anyway, I convinced him to dress up with me, but I haven’t seen much of him around. Elly and Andee are around here somewhere, too, and we’re supposed to meet up later. And Pax– [She cuts herself off from that thought, because she really isn’t interested in falling down that rabbit hole. Instead, she offers another shrug.] I’m here… as a sole proprietor, I suppose. Bouncing from person to person. Just kind of enjoying myself. 

[He doesn’t miss it. There’s no way he could have missed the slip of his name but to hear it from Bobbie and so soon when his wounds are still fresh. The muscles in jaw jump as he tries to remain calm. Of course he’s here. Why wouldn’t he be? He’s probably there with friends, too. Ariel’s thoughts wander to him and Bobbie, dancing close together. Luckily he hasn’t had anything to drink because with the way his stomach has started swaying, all it’s contents would be in the sand at his feet.

That’s where Ariel belongs. He belongs under the sand, forgotten. The ocean waves beating against his corpse until his flesh is gone and his bones are as smooth as glass.

Ariel is not so subtle as he scans the crowd looking for Pax but he doesn’t see him.] Good. That’s good that, that you are here with friends and aren’t alone. That you know people. [Of course he’d fair much better had she just said that she was there by herself. He absently takes a sip of his drink and regrets it. It’s tangy, over ripe, bitter...] Do you like to dance?

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Corbin&Ariel//Failure

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call-corbin:

[He’s going to be honest, it’s a lot to fucking digest. He has to chew the inside of his cheek, to keep the sort of humourless chuckle from escaping. He wants to do it—wants to smile sarcastically and roll his eyes because of course the bitch has a high school crush on the bloke. It’s not like Corbin can blame her, but it’s it’s also sort of hilarious because she’s all.. sunshine and leadership kids club, and he’s all… not. Is it her way of going after a ‘bad boy’ with no real risk involved? 

Whatever. It doesn’t matter—he can’t laugh though, because if Weiss thinks Corbin is laughing at his pain, it likely would not go over well. And anyway the violence is…. it seems out of character. Pax kicking a kid in the ribs while he was down? It didn’t seem his style unless… unless he’d been provoked. Was there something the creepy Calyset wasn’t telling him? Probably. He hoped so, anyway, because Corbin wasn’t keen on finding out that Pax was a loose canon enough to be assaulting people who don’t ask for it.

There’s too many gaps he has to fill in, and to do so he’ll need to do some investigating. So instead of prying more, he leaves it for the time being.] 

Sounds bloody awful, mate, [he says. And it’s not a lie, because it does. He steps forward, sitting himself in the desk in front of Ariel, turning so he’s leaning onto the same surface, casually getting them closer so he can speak low.] Look, sounds like a lot of fuckin’ pain to be walkin’ ‘round it. And if ya want, I can get my hands on a vial or two of morphine for ya. Actually, I reckon I still got one in my stash, at least. [He’d been in the habit of selling his meds off to Pax, ironically, but a few more had come into his possession since then—it’s good bartering contraband, when someone is too chicken shit to pay him in credits in case it’s traced. Or if they don’t have any. Besides, Corbin’s not going to complain—he’ll take anything that’s of good use to him, anything he can sell.] 

It costs a bit, but I can give ya a deal. I’m not really lookin’ to make a profit on it—[Not true, but he also won’t scalp him as much as he does many. He has a gut feeling he needs the good karma on this.] Actually, give me a few days to get my hands on some more for ya, and I’ll give you the first one for free. It’ll help get ya by until yer ribs heal. Whatdya say? 

[The last person who tried to sell something to Ariel was Pax so this doesn’t sit well with him. Ariel has nothing to offer and never has anything to offer. Why do people ask him for things he doesn’t have. He’s never asked anyone for anything because he doesn’t want anything.

Slowly he shakes his head, trying to be polite as he rejects the offer of drugs.]

No...I don’t, I don’t need anything. What I have is enough for the pain. [Ariel blinks, staring over at the guy, blue eyes flicking across his face.] Why would you offer me medicine? You don’t even know me?

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Play the Fool  // Re-branded

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bobbie-wright:

[A few rubs of her thumb, and some of the splotches were smoothed out. That’s… better? At least, makeup wise it’s better. She drops her hand from his face and takes a quick step back.] There we are. Fixed it. Much less… splotchy. [Her weight shifts from one foot to the other, offers a weary grin. She has no idea what’s going on in his head, isn’t sure she really wants to know what might be going on his head. 

Instead, she just folds her arms tightly and once again considers making her great escape. She’s trying not to be mean, trying not to be rude. But damn does she not want to be around Ariel while he’s dressed like this.] Are you– uhm– are you having a good time? Have you had any of the snacks yet, over there? They’re good.

[The corners of his mouth twitch up as he attempts to smile. His eyes are fixed on her face and he’s being creepy. Ariel likes the way the flames of the fire flicker across her cheekbones and lips. He watches the shadows they create and he’s got no idea why she touched him or what she ‘fixed’ but he’s already wanting her touch him again. Taking a small step closer, he closes the already small distance between them and it takes him a moment to understand what snacks Bobbie is talking about. Glancing over toward the table in mention, he had been concentrating so hard on the growing crowd that he over looked the food as he grabbed a drink.] Yes- yes, I’m enjoying myself but I didn’t, I haven’t had anything to eat.

[He fixes his gaze on Bobbie.] Are you here alone? [Ariel swallows, hoping she’s there alone. Maybe he will get enough nerve and ask her for a dance?]

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Play the Fool  // Re-branded

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bobbie-wright:

[Oh god. 

Oh god this is uncomfortable. She feels herself shrinking a bit, arms wrapping around herself a bit. Why the hell hadn’t she brought a jacket? It’s like she can feel his eyes all over her, and a nervous chuckle leaves her as she twists a bit, tries to twist out of his gaze. A part of her wonders if she would be less uncomfortable if he wasn’t dressed like literal nightmare fuel. 

Something tells her probably not.

Another nervous chuckle, and she offers a bit of a shrug.] Yeah, no, not a lot of people do. She’s from a century ago, so… [A hand comes up to lightly scratch at the back of her head, and she lets out a huff of air. How does one be… polite when telling someone that they look like some kind of dream eating monster? Well… 

She catches his gaze trailing down again and she is torn between turning to leave and trying to draw his attention up again. A split decision and she takes a step closer, tugs his chin up so that his gaze is on her face instead of… a slight shudder rakes through her as her thumb goes to gently fixing the smudges on his face.] Let me just… fix that for you. 

[He swallows, his Adams apple bobbing in his throat. He’s utterly unaware that Bobbie’s body language signifies that she wants him to stop staring but he can’t help himself. Ariel’s gaze stays fixed on her and only when she takes hold of his chin does he finally meet her eyes.

There’s a split second when Ariel thinks his dream is coming true. The way she’s looking at him, her gentle touch of her fingers on his chin, their close proximity. He’s never kissed a woman...at least one that wanted to kiss him back. He’s bracing himself, looking up into her eyes and he feels the brush of her fingertip against his cheek. Rolling his lips together, he thinks he’s ready. He thinks, ‘this is it.’

Then...nothing. Ariel is confused.]

Wh-what?

[weiss-ariel]

Corbin&Ariel//Failure

[weiss-ariel]

call-corbin:

[So many things hit him at once. 

First, it’s the idea that maybe he can turn this into something. This interaction, turned into a transaction. And hell, if it helps someone, he’s all for it, so it’s only partially selfish. 

And he’s about to open his mouth to ask about it, when Ariel mentions Pax. And then Bobbie. And then something wretchedly high school sounding. 

Though he hates that a part of him now knows what it’s like. Knows the difference between that and sex. He sort of wishes he could go back.

He takes a moment to process. He’ll get back to the meds thing.]

Pax? Yeah, yeah I know him, he’s—[he stops himself. Decides to refrain from revealing the truth of who and what Pax is to him, until he can get more out of Ariel. Being honest might make the Calyset clam up.] You asked him about… Bobbie. And he got mad. [He licks his lips, frowning.] I know it’s not my business, really, but mind clearin’ that up for me? I’m… curious. What did you say about her? Do ya know why he got mad? 

[He wants to ask if Pax hit him first. How that went about. It’s hard to imagine Pax being violent, but also not hard at al. As Corbin knows him, Pax is a boisterous, easy going, laugh of a bloke, who listens to everyone so long as they listen to others. But he also knows him as a man of passion, and of pride. He was not one take shit, to bow down, to be stepped on. Like Corbin, he stood up for himself, but he also stood up for others. 

So what had Ariel said about Bobbie that had provoked that?]

[He’s a bit worried but not sure why. The idea that someone seems a little concerned for him, maybe, is a little out of the ordinary. Bobbie is the only one who cares about him. Other men, it’s not what they do, right? It’s confusing to Ariel. Glancing around, he’s still weary about anyone who shows him any bit of attention. At this point, the exchange between him and Pax, everything that had been said, has been drilled into Ariel’s head.] I don’t know why she likes him so much. I wanted to know why but he got upset with me. I-I don’t understand why he did this to me. [Ariel looks up at the other with a hopeless, pathetic expression. He wants someone to feel sorry for him, to pity him because he’s never had that before.] He was so mad. He said that Bobbie can like anyone she pleases and that I should f-fuck off. It’s not a pleasant thing to say to someone. He pushed me...I fell...he kicked me. And broke my ribs. Bruised me here, too...[He lifts a hand and brushes his fingertips across his collar bone.]