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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 15, 2008 21:48:11 GMT -5
Kenneth Hunter always enjoyed big, open spaces. There were less places for people hide behind... to get him. When he thought that there was no where to hide in front of the lake, he was wrong, however Kenneth didn't know that. So, he sat blissfully in front of the lake, watching the soothing waves pass go through their 4 second cycles.
He thought he heard something sneaking up on him, though, so he stood up, scoured the landscaping with his eyes, when he saw another pair of red eyes staring back at him from the forest. Unlike a normal person who would dismiss this as their imagination, Kenneth took action and ran about 250 metres away from the edge of the forest wher he saw the eyes. Then his hearing ACTUALLY told him something... someone was approaching him.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Dec 15, 2008 22:15:23 GMT -5
Ariel was bundled up in the coat Markise had made for him, and in the cloak he had taken from that Ravenclaw. He hated the cold, and it was much too cold outside, there had even been snow a day or two before. Snow. Barely two months before he had been happy in Queensland, and now he couldn't feel his fingers, even through the gloves that Markise had made for him. He looked up, glaring around and silently cursing the weather, only to see that strange Australian guy that had come up on him and that crazy little girl. His eyes widened and he altered his path, keeping his head down.
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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 15, 2008 22:23:10 GMT -5
Kenneth Hunter noticed the young man walking by. After all, his trained ears heard the man's footsteps just seconds before, and his paranoid instinct led him to search the area around. It turns out, the young man was the same person from the corridor earlier when he met with the weird girl. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Dec 15, 2008 22:39:29 GMT -5
"I wasn't sneaking," Ariel said grumpily. "I was trying to find my way out of this bloody cold and up to the castle." He stared at the guy and then looked away and began to walk away again. He didn't want to be around an Aussie, not with the memories of voices that it triggered in his mind. It wouldn't be fun to stay there with the guy, not when the guy...looked just like one of the guys that was always in the pool. His eyes darkened.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Dec 15, 2008 22:39:35 GMT -5
Brindle loved the lake, weather or no. She had a coat, gloves, a scarf and hat, so it didn't even faze her. What did was the sound of a familiar accent. Brin stood in actual indecision for a moment before curiosity overcame her. Then she strode straight toward the source of that voice. She hadn't seen him in a while, and with all her conversations with Markise... well, it was about time.
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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 15, 2008 22:43:43 GMT -5
Kenneth heard another pair of feet approach. He turned around and walked away, but this time closer to the first pair of eyes he saw. However, this was closer to the first boy he saw at the lake. "Ermmm... what's you're name?" Kenneth nervously laughed, although it sounded like a forced laugh because he was not used to usual social queues.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Dec 15, 2008 22:54:26 GMT -5
"Logan," Ariel answered crossly, sighing and pausing in his tracks. He only just noticed the other person, and didn't recognize her past a faint sense that he should know who she was. He shook it off and stared at the Aussie, telling himself that the guy didn't even know him, that he wasn't one of the guys from his old school.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Dec 15, 2008 22:58:50 GMT -5
It took Brin a second to remember that name; Logan. She'd been thinking of him as Ariel so long now that she'd pretty much forgotten he was using Logan for everything. Part of her said that she ought to walk away and leave them to whatever was going on, but he hadn't given her any kind of get out of here look, so she went with what she wanted to do and walked up beside him, gloved hands tucked into her pockets. "What's up?" she asked, as though she wasn't interrupting anything at all.
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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 15, 2008 23:04:21 GMT -5
Kenneth looked back and forth, nervous that another person had approahed him. He didn't want to be aruond people, because it didn't make he feel any better than he already did. He liked patterns. He could find comfort in them. Unfortunately, everything in their immediate vincinity was random, so he was rather uncomfortable.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Dec 15, 2008 23:10:05 GMT -5
Ariel's eyes lightened a bit at the familiar face, once he realized that it was Brindle. He still wasn't a happy person, but he was a little better spirits, he at least had something other than the guy's accent to focus on. "Certainly not the temperature," he said bitterly in response to Brindle's question. The temperature was...anti up.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Dec 15, 2008 23:21:13 GMT -5
Brindle looked aside at Ariel, her gaze doing a quick sweep over him. A coat and a cloak. Not that the cloak counted for much considering how threadbare it was, but still. He looked like it was fifteen below. "You know it's going to get worse before it gets better, right?" She turned her attention on the other boy then, the one Ariel... Logan had been talking to. He looked terribly shy. "I'm Brindle," she said, pulling one mittened hand from her pocket to give a light wave. He looked as nervous as Silver had when she'd first met him.
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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 16, 2008 22:46:22 GMT -5
Kenneth didn't make eye contact with the girl, yet glanced at her. Kenneth saw the girl shake her hand horizontally, but didn't know what it meant. How to respond to that? However, he did the only thing he could think of - repeat the same motion. Although Kenneth didn't know what it meant, he clumsily waved his hand in the same fashion that the girl had. However, with his other hand, he kept on snapping his fingers, over and over, at a rate of one snap per two seconds.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Dec 16, 2008 22:50:14 GMT -5
"Do not tell me that, Brindle," Ariel said, his eyes darkening at the news. He had somehow hoped that it wasn't going to get any colder and that he would be able to live through the winter how he was. He didn't think it was possible to survive in much colder weather. "How do i know you're not lying?" he asked, eyes flickering down to the snapping of the guy's finger.
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Post by Brindle Sterling on Dec 16, 2008 23:12:30 GMT -5
Brindle had noticed that snap too, but she tried to pretend she didn't notice it. The guy, whoever he was, was a little odd. Maybe not so much like Silver after all. She had to make her eyes move away from the mystery boy to even glance aside at Ariel. "Lying wouldn't do me any good," she answered him. "I'm not into tormenting people." She looked fully at Ariel then, and gestured with a light nod of her head toward the other boy. "Do you two know each other?" she asked. If they did, no one had bothered to introduce her. If they didn't... well, she had no clue.
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Post by Kenneth Hunter on Dec 16, 2008 23:21:05 GMT -5
Kenneth pondered the meaning of this vertical motion of the head business. However, when she addressed he and Logan, he just completely ignored her. As part of his developmental disorders, after all, he had VERY selective hearing. Instead, he just kept snapping his fingers, sorting out patterns in her scarf, and played with grass in his other fingers.
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