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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 21, 2012 13:43:50 GMT -5
Dare gave himself one last long look in the mirror he'd hung by the bedroom door, debating, and finally deciding that yes, he liked it. His hair was a vibrant blue, past his shoulders in places, since he'd opted to let it grow out. He'd never had hair this long before and wasn't sure what to do with it, but it looked cool.
He pushed at his fringe, which he'd worn across his eyes less and less over the years he'd been married. He wondered briefly what Michael would think. He hadn't given any sort of clue that he was thinking about this.
It wasn't worth worrying about, he decided. He had a new look, but he wasn't a different person, however much he might feel like it at times.
He heard someone out in the living room and gave his fringe one last sweep to the side before opening the door. Elouai was curled up on her pillow on the floor for once, enjoying the novelty of it after a week on the bed, so he left the door ajar just enough for her to nose open when she woke up.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 21, 2012 13:55:09 GMT -5
It took a moment for Rhys to glance up from his tablet. His eyebrows were creased down at the screen propped up against his bent knees. His back was against the armrest of the couch and his fingers floated across the screen as he typed. It was only when he hit enter that he looked up and then did a double-take at what appeared to be a stranger in the apartment. It took a moment, but upon closer inspection he saw Dare underneath the new hair.
"Hey, that's unexpected," he said. "It looks good."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 21, 2012 14:00:35 GMT -5
"Thanks," Dare said sheepishly. "It was about time for a change, you know? I've been wanting to recolor it." And he'd been tired of the black. Yes, he blended in better when most of his hair was a real haircolor, but he wanted to be as alive as he could. "I almost went with purple, but I didn't want to freak anyone out," he teased.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 21, 2012 14:08:17 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, blue totally won't scare some old lady on the street, but purple would have been a bit too far," Rhys teased back. "What in the world will they say at work?" He feigned horror at the thought. Of course, he had no idea how liberal a school of wizards might be. He vaguely knew how the adult wizards acted, but they seemed to be a world away from student aged kids.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 21, 2012 14:16:53 GMT -5
"Oh, sh~," Dare said, chuckling. He swept his hand back through his hair, then gave a careless shrug. "Well, if the Headmistress put up with everything else I've done at Hogwarts, I don't think this'll push her over the edge." He went to sit down in the chair beside Rhys, limbs sprawling comfortably.
"What's that?" he asked, gesturing at the thing on Rhys's lap. It had a screen, like a phone or a computer or a tv, but it didn't look like any of them.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 21, 2012 14:21:00 GMT -5
"Oh, it's my tablet," Rhys said. "It's easier to carry this around than my computer. I'm just talking to a friend." He glanced down at the screen and typed a short message ending in brb. He minimized the chat window, revealing a forum board with a dark theme. "It's pretty much a computer, it just doesn't have the same power."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 21, 2012 14:26:08 GMT -5
Dare peered over at the tablet. "So how many computers do you have?" he asked. This made three, if Rhys's phone counted. Dare wasn't entirely sure if it did. "What's that?" Rhys had said he was talking to a friend, which Dare understood to mean typing messages, but he really had no idea about internet privacy, or people doing things with computers they might not want someone else to see.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 21, 2012 14:29:45 GMT -5
"This is it," Rhys said to the first question. If he had the money he would probably own game consoles, as well, but as it was he used his computer for gaming. "I just minimized the chat, I told him I'll be back in a few minutes. This is a forum board. You can go on and talk to people from all over. You can start threads..." He zoomed and clicked on a link. "About a topic and people can respond..." And that was apparently a thread asking for pictures. He went back a page.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 21, 2012 14:39:54 GMT -5
Dare had leaned forward to better see what Rhys was talking about. "I thought you had a regular computer," he said, then lost his train of thought entirely as pictures which were questionable at best flashed briefly onto the screen. They were more than enough to keep him from immediately asking another question.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 21, 2012 14:43:24 GMT -5
"I do," Rhys said. "I meant you know about all my electronics now. My phone, my computer, and my tablet. My computer is still at my apartment, though." And as of now he had no idea when he was going to be officially moving in. "I was going to bring it here but it just hasn't happened yet." He searched for a safer thread and clicked on one. It was another thread of pictures, but they were of a more safe for work, let me show off my significant other variety.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 21, 2012 15:50:56 GMT -5
"That's the Internet, right? You use the Internet to talk... write, whatever. Yeah?" It still boggled him that those things could show so many kinds of pictures, and yet the pictures didn't move, like any other non-magical picture. It was mind-blowing, if you thought about it long enough.
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 21, 2012 15:54:25 GMT -5
"Yeah, this group is really supportive, I found the board years ago," Rhys said, scrolling through. He gave a half smile as he paused at a picture he had put up of Matthew, grinning with a familiar glint in his eyes. "It's nice because you can find just about anyone and anything. I mean, you're never alone, you never have to be alone. No matter what you've been through, you can find someone that's gone through something similar. The guy I'm talking to right now...I just told him recently about the camps, I've known he was sent to one for a while now."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 21, 2012 16:06:33 GMT -5
"Wow," Dare said. It was overwhelming thinking that you could find so much. You're never alone, you never have to be alone. No matter what you've been through. He wondered if that meant he could find other people who'd been held hostage, or other people who were having problems with their partners.
"Did that picture come from your phone?" he asked, though he was still thinking about how much potential the Internet had. "I have pictures, but I don't know what to do with them."
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Post by Rhys Moreau on May 21, 2012 16:12:03 GMT -5
"Not this one," Rhys said. "This one came from the tablet." He pointed to a little lens. "Most of my pictures are from the phone, though. Phones have these little pieces in them you can take out and put in computers to save pictures." He reached over to the coffee table and fiddled with a little piece on his phone. There was a faint click and a miniature card popped up. "See? You know, the way you're going you're just going to have to get a laptop or something."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 21, 2012 16:21:55 GMT -5
Dare chuckled. "I don't even know what I'd do with one," he said. "I won't be taking up space here forever." He'd go back to Hogwarts eventually. If it started to look like things with Michael wouldn't work out in a decent amount of time, he'd ask Hells for a place of his own. Matthew was great, but neverending house guests weren't.
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