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General

❧ First off, we should all know to follow the Gaia ToS, right? Keep it relatively clean, so on and so forth, I really don't think I need to cycle through this.
ღ Respect. For me, for the people in this roleplay. No one wants to RP with an annoying b***h, no matter how good they are. Just fact, sorry if I'm being too blunt for your tastes.
❧ Don't steal my s**t. End of story. If I catch you, it won't be pretty, I promise.
ღ Not everyone is going to accepted into this roleplay, please do not get an attitude with me because of that fact. If I don't think you'll be able to keep up, I'll tell you. If I think you need to change your profile, I'll tell you. Trust me, I don't hold back much on anything.

Literacy + Posting

❧ This is an Advanced Literate roleplay. I am not flexible on that fact. If you are not able to put out four or more paragraphs of decent content and length, then I'm going to say you should probably be looking somewhere else.
ღ As said, I want four or more decent paragraphs per a post, this doesn't mean waste time describing so and so's thoughts on a flower for three paragraphs. CONTENT is always the priority. Always.
❧ Decorated posts are loved. That doesn't mean leave absolutely no space for your text by using a huge picture or leave everyone else blind by using some insanely bright color. It just means feel free to create a pretty post layout.
ღ Look over your post before hitting submit. Please? I know that sometimes I can't spell for s**t and my grammar can suck, but I try to stop it before it goes to far. There is no reason we should have to sit for ten minutes trying to decipher a post filled with grammatical and spelling errors.

Profiles + Reserves

❧ When you send me a reserved, please send along at least one sample of your RPing so I know what I'm saying yes or no to. Trust me, if I don't think you'll last, I will tell you, and I will try to tell you nicely. If I do tell you that, please don't try to talk me out of it, since that is one them I'm not planning on being flexible about.
ღ Your character should be o-r-i-g-i-n-a-l. Overly tragic pasts aren't wanted, Picture wise, lets keep out celebs of the real world and of the internet. No anime either please.
❧ Finally, in sending me your profile, it should go down like this. You fill out the skeleton I've provided, and you send it to me. Very simple, oui? And just so you know any PM's should be sent to me with the word 'betwixt' used in the subject line in some way. If the PM's don't have a subject, I delete them, simple as that. Doesn't matter what it is.

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Marlow Tabitha D'Amici
status - skeptic

aliases: marley
age: twenty-two
sexuality: homosexual
involvement: the suspicious

● I am the product of parents that didn't spend enough time with their child. That is, I am a very independent person, so much so that I get defensive about it when people question me on things that might threaten my independence
● My parents wanted to name me after Bob Marley for whatever reason, without being obvious about it. Hence, Marlow, foever shortened to Marley.
● Graduating from high school early, I just finished college, and am now the recipient of a degree in Studio Art. I don't do much with that. In fact, I work at a bookstore.
● I'm Native American, Kenyan, and Italian. Most people have a hard time figuring it out. Though... I'm not sure if those things really exist in me now, considering certain... circumstances.
● The reason I'm having such a hard time believing all this magic fairy stuff? It's fricken' ridiculous. The reason I keep going along with it? Things have been happening, things I can't explain. I hate not having explanations for things.
● To make this clear, I'm generally an agreeable person. It takes a lot to get to me. Eli? That idiot gets to me. And he just keeps ******** around with my life, like it's all a game.
● So. The party that started everything. It wasn't supposed to get that insane. Some friends and my girlfriend. Those were the only people invited. You can't keep parties secret in this town though, and that's how it got out of hand.
● Since I was a kid, things have always been a bit different for me. I've always been kinda strange. I see things that aren't there, I swear that I've seen drawings move right before my eyes. Blink once though, and it's all gone.
● I can't say I have a very strong relationship with my parents. The only times they were ever around when I was growing up were for 'family' vacations, and even then they were working, not paying attention to the beautiful countries we were visiting.
● Lack of a strong parental relationship doesn't leave me unable to form bonds however. I have a girlfriend, one I've been with for awhile, though things have been... stressfull lately, because I can't tell her what's going on.
● I'm scared. I'm scared of so many things. It's more then chronic anxiety. I'm afraid of what it means if I'm not human, how that affects everything I know, how it affects all that I have, meaning mostly my relationships.
● Abbot is the main reason why I'm willing to stay around. Strange happenings aside, he's the only one I feel like I can trust, even if he did crash my party and is a major part of all of this.
● Eli keeps trying to hammer into me something about potential and whatever. Potential for what? Making a fool of myself?
● I spend most of my time lately with my 'Ring' though, despite everything, another reason why my relationship is strained lately.
● When I can be by myself, no work, no people. I sleep or paint, generally it depends on my mood.


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Eli Levi Aryton
status - guide

aliases: nicknames
age: twenty-five
sexuality: omnisexual
involvement: the ringer

● My human life was pretty mundane. I was pretty much a burnout, who didn't do much with my life, other then 'chill' with friends. There weren't many human things that interested me.
● I was raised on a fairly loving home, with parents that were always there, no matter what I did. I'll admit, it did make it hard for me to give up that part of my life when it was called for.
● It's been a few years since my ring of fire. In those years, there have been ups, and downs, as cliche as that sounds.
● I wasn't all that hesitant about the changling thing. You could say I felt like there had to be something different about me. So, none of it was hard for me, aside from when the time actually came to leave things behind.
● The reason my ring fell apart was because we didn't have a good guide, which led to us straying. Then? A cutter developed.
● The Cutter. He and I were pretty tight, until our guide let the ring fall apart, and he went looking for power, while I kinda just faded into the backroom. Looking at him now, I've decided that power is an ugly thing.
● So the big question? With no ring, and a cutter, how did I get to be a fay? A lot of work, and the forming of connections high up in the fay world. There's not much more to explain.
● I've promised myself that I won't do a shitty job with my ring, like my guide did. Who knew things would be so difficult.
● I can be an a*****e, I admit it. But, I do have my redeeming moments, and hell, I can be pretty damn charming when I want to be.
● The whole thing about the ring being hard? Here's the hardest part: her name is Marlow. She's a hard one to convince of anything, yet you can see how much potential she has. All she ever wants to do however is argue.
● The second hardest part would be Abbot. He's bringing up... a human side that I thought I had buried. And I've definitley acted on it. Flirting was one of my human strong points.
● With everything going on, I will tell you I try not to interact with humans, unless it looks like they're distracting those in my ring. And when I do that, I will admit that I can get a bit underhanded.
● There is a never a time that I'm not worrying about things related to my ring, whether it's dealing with what's going on with Abbot, trying to calm down Marlow, or how our final member is a little too interested in rising above everyone else.
● Power Hungry. I've already said that I think power is a very ugly thing, and more and more I'm getting the feeling that it's twisting her, and she's doing a lot more in her free time that I don't know about.
● I like to act like I have all the answers, I do. But I don't. God help me on the day that someone finally calls my bluff.


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I'm alone in this
I'm a "as-I've-always-been"
Right behind what's happening
She's a "lost-in-this"
She's a light
She'll always be
a little far for me to reach
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Again, she fell onto her back. Her chest heaved, her lungs sucking as much air as possible. This was getting ridiculous. Marlow had not left her house that morning just to get knocked on her a** several times, most likely accumulating a ridiculous amount of bruises on her back. Sitting up in the grass, she glared at the smirking male that stood over her.

"Oh, ******** you Eli." she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Perhaps she was being a bit childish. But he was being a bit of an a*****e. Eli was always an a*****e to her. Plus, he had gotten her here with false information. That information being that she wouldn't have to be alone with him, Abbot would be around. Here being the park, a secluded area that wasn't very visable from the rest of the park. Trees and shrubery surrounded them, which was what blocked the clearing off. Hell, Marlow hadn't been extremely aware of the area until had decided that it was the best way for training. Sure, in high school she had heard of the 'secret place' in the park where couples with nowhere else to go went, but why would she make out with someone in the dirt when she had a nice comfy house and parents who were never home? Exactly.

She stood, dusting herself off. "Where the hell is Abby?" she demanded of the male. She was here because she could tolerate Eli when Abbot was around. Abbot was like the lid you put over Eli's mouth to make him stop sounding like an a*****e for ten minutes. Also, Marley just had a strange connection with him. From the second they met, that had gravitated towards each other, and just... clicked, perfectly. Eli had told her in one of his rare idiotic moments that the reason that they had found each other and fell into such a great friendship was because her party had been right before their ring of fire, and apparently right before your ring of fire is when the fay in them is screaming the most to find others like them. Marlow liked to ignore the whole 'fay in them part' and replace it with just saying they were kindered spirits.

"He'll come eventually." was all Eli said, before he prepared to send her onto her back.

Marlow took a step back, holding her hands up. "You know, hand to hand combat doesn't seem like something good faries do." she told him warily. "Plus, if I will just mace you the next time you hit me, see if I won't." she added. It was true. There was mace in her bag, and he wouldn't be the first person she had used it on without hesitation. And also, Marlow would just plain love to have a reason to mace Eli. Perhaps it would teach him to stop pressing her about things.

Eli let his hands fall to his sides. "There's no such things as 'good faries'. This isn't peter pan, and you sure as hell aren't Tinkerbell." Marlow opened her mout to object, but Eli plowed on. "Fay by heritage have no reason to be good, because good is a human concept. You are not human, and the longer you hold onto human ideas, the harder this road is going to be. Fay just are. There's no good or bad to it." now he stopped for a moment, which was all the time that Marlow needed to find a hole in his little speech.

"What about Cutters then? I thought they were changlings."

"They were once Changlings. Now they are twisted remains of themselves. Fay and Cutters are not the say. Cutters live to get rid of Fay in the pursuit of more power. Fay just live for themselves and their people. Learn it." Marlow smirked. She loved it when she could turn that tables and aggitate Eli a bit. It made her feel better about all the times she let him get to her. So with that accomplished, she fell onto her behind in the grass, looking up at Eli, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not doing anything else with you until Abbot gets here. You're only tolerable when he's around." she informed him matter-of-factly in that stubborn way she had.

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I'm a suspect, I'm a traitor
I'm only here in body, visiting
Yellow faces and the distant screams
The beauty is in what isn't said
I'm rising to my feet
Because tonight, the world turned in me
Because right now, I don't dare to breathe
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Eli stood over the curly haired young woman, not sure how to recieve her glare. He had already thrown her onto her back four times before, it wasn't like she had any business being surprised by the move. If she couldn't hold her own ground or dodge him at this point, it was her own fault. Especially since Eli had been moving the same move over and over to knock her to the ground. Yet she was acting like it was a surprise each time.

And her reaction to the surprise? "Oh, ******** you Eli."

Typical Marlow. React with anger to anything Eli tried to teach her. He could understand it was hard for her, but really. How long could she take her frustration out on him. He was just doing his job, which was to show her all that she could do, so that when the time rolled around that her test happened, she wasn't stuck as a human. Changlings died very quickly when their tests came and went, and they didn't pass on to the world of the faries. Generally, there were only four or five years left before the shell that held their spirits and place died, once your ring was activated. And you never knew when they would decide to put you through the test.

"Where the hell is Abby?" Ah yes, Eli had told her that Abbot would be at their meeting place too. And Eli had left a message with him to come around. Never mind that he hadn't done that until he had gotten her to the park already. Who knew how long it would take for Abbot to get there. It was easier to work one on one with Marlow, as odd as that sounded, considering the distraction that Abbot was to Eli. Usually, once he showed up, Eli was more relaxed about everything, doing more verbal guiding then the hands on things, like hand to hand, which was what he was doing with Marlow at that moment.

"He'll come eventually." he told, gearing himself to flip her again, wondering if this time she would dodge him. Marlow backed away holding her hands up for him to stop.

"You know, hand to hand combat doesn't seem like something good faries do." she said. "Plus, if I will just mace you the next time you hit me, see if I won't."

Eli let his arms fall, rolling his eyes. She was on this again, and it was getting old. "There's no such things as 'good faries'. This isn't peter pan, and you sure as hell aren't Tinkerbell." Marlow opened her mouth, but Eli continued despite that. "Fay by heritage have no reason to be good, because good is a human concept. You are not human, and the longer you hold onto human ideas, the harder this road is going to be. Fay just are. There's no good or bad to it." It was an explanation he had made several times over. Mostly to Marlow. She really didn't seem to understand the whole 'you are not human' thing.

Actually, scratch that. She did understand it. She just prefered to act as if she were ignorant to all the information, because she didn't believe in 'magic'. Believe in it or not, she had it, and a lot of it at that. "What about Cutters then? I thought they were changlings."

He almost let out a noise of aggrivation. "They were once Changlings. Now they are twisted remains of themselves. Fay and Cutters are not the say. Cutters live to get rid of Fay in the pursuit of more power. Fay just live for themselves and their people. Learn it." Once, just once, he had lost his temper over the comparing Cutters to Fay thing. Now Marlow used it when she wanted to annoy him as much as he apparently annoyed her. Eli thought it was childish, yet another way to cling to human habits that so many changlings wished they could rid themselves of. Eli even had ones that he sometimes wished he didn't. His habit of looking for someone to share affection with. Usually, he was good at suppressing it. But Abbot had something very... compelling about him. Something Eli couldn't ignore, even when he tried to.

"I'm not doing anything else with you until Abbot gets here. You're only tolerable when he's around." Marlow informed him stubbornly, sitting herself on the ground. "So he better really be coming."

Eli crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you really think I'd lie about it? And spend my whole afternoon alone with you?" Marlow glared at him once more. Eli waved a hand. "Fair enough."

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Your eyes are dusty dirt porn magazines
You're lazy, selfish, yeah you were raised that way
It's a hole that he was bred
I'll take your pants, you take my hair
And let us dance and choose the happy and depressed
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Apparently Kyria was very interested, and it made Nova smile unconciously. She couldn't say she had ever encountered so many questions at once from one person. The first one seemed typical of outsiders. Thinking of the cost of someting. Nova didn't really have a firm grasp on the cost equals status idea. Sure, they had a status system on the Rez, but it wasn't related to money. Mostly because the use of money on the Reservation was limited. Nova's work was one of the few there was that actually payed in money. She used the money to buy animals mostly, to feed herself and her grandmother, and also to trade for other things they needed. What little money she did keep, she saved for when she had to leave the Reservation for work.

Really, Nova had no choice in her work. Well, there had been choice, there was always choice. Nova just wasn't confident enough in say her weaving or pottery making skills to take on skill based worked. Maybe when she was older, and settled down. Now, she was only trying to take care of herself and her grandmother, making things such as work not as vital for her. There was always a chance to change jobs; it wasn't like anyone was compelled to keep jobs for life.

"The Reservation works mostly on a barter system. An example would be that I usually trade chicken eggs for the cloth I need to sew my own clothing. A dozen eggs tends to get me enough cloth for a shirt and scraps for patching. Other items are valued differently." she told Kyrie, carefully going over in her mind the other questions she was asked. She had to remember not be rude about her answers, because they were just innocent questions, or she was going to assume they were. "Generally it's non-traditional clothing that is hard to get on the Rez. My shorts are an example, because we don't make denim." she had to also resist the urge to add on that it was also because her shorts stopped high above what was decent.

The other questions were easy to answer without having to bite her tongue. "We use just about any natural fiber that can be spun. Cotton, wool, so on and so forth. And it takes quite some time. First the thread must be spun, then the cloth is woven here, and then it depends on whoever's making the shirt, and their level of skill at sewing." she continued to walk more, gesturing for them to follow her as they moved away from the weaving house.

"We live in adobe homes similar to the ones our ancestors built, all perfectly safe. As I said, the homes on th Rez are private, and we will be respecting them and not-- " Nova was back to her normal speech, though someone yelling at her from a little bit away caught her attention for a moment.

"Ah, Nova! What does your old grandmother say to you dress like that everyday? Have you no shame?" Nova looked turned to look at the man, crossing her arms over her chest. This wasn't new. There were always the few that had to say something while she was leading groups. God forbid they act civilized, like Nova knew they were raised. "You better not be planning to attend the celebration like that, you know there's a proper outfit for you to wear as a dancer!"

She didn't want to say anything, but she wanted him to shut. Already he had spelled his own fate for the celebration. He had let outsiders know that one was happenning, and Nova knew what happened nexted. One asked what was the celebration for, then someone insisted that they stay to see it. Which one, Nova didn't ponder on just yet. Right then, she planted her fists on her hips. "My grandmother thanks me for helping to provide, something I'm sure you don't hear from yours very often, Levi, you drunk! We all know that you haven't helped to take care of your poor grandmother at all, even though she raised you the same mine raised me!" she told the man, speaking swiftly. "And what I wear or do not wear to that cerimony is none of your business, seeing as last time I looked, you could never learn the dances well enough to become a dancer in any ceremony!" with one last rude gesture, she turned back to where the other two were, forcing her serene look back onto her face.

"I do apologize for that. Now, where was I?" she said, taking slow steps as they move on.

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Theres something 'bout giving up
That sounds so bittersweet
Think I'll throw in the towel right now
(but I'll fold it nice and neat)
I'll lay low on the ground
And I'll be on my feet
When I can breathe
When I'm good and ready
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"It certainly does." Ephriam confirmed to James about a disguise making things easier. James was absolutely correct about how there was also less stress to act proper. There were just some things he couldn't do now, being recongnized as the crown prince of the kingdom. He listened carefully to James' discription of his lands. No, Ephriam certainly wasn't familiar with anything both like that. Both the summer castle and the year-round castle were located fairly close to larger towns, like the one they were currently walking through. All of that open space though. It had to be glorious for those times that one just wanted to be alone.

"It sounds peaceful." he admitted to the other in agreement. Their conversation moved forward, this time James admitting he didn't think he would be able to live as heavily protected that Eprhiam often had to be. Ephriam nodded. Sometimes he couldn't even believe how guarded, though he did understand all the caution. It would be easy enough to kill a small person like Ephriam, even with the few tricks he had up his sleeves, if he had no protection or help. "I will get my freedom, I just have to wait a bit long then most nobles for it. My parents only have two children, and my sister cannot take the throne obviously. For our line to end would be a tragedy, as would their out living their only son." it was obvious that he had more then once been lectured about his tendency to try and slip away from his guards off the castle grounds. Hell, he was even slipping into the speech mannerisms that the royal advisors used on him.

They came to a fruit cart, and it was James that payed for the apples for their horses. Ephriam smiled and nodded in thanks to James as he caught the apple, proceeding to offer it to his horse, who up until then had seemed fairly disgruntled with him about not leaving her for a longer break between her rides that day. Now she seemed to stop ignoring him long enough to observe the treat in his hand, then take quite the bite from it. Ephriam smile more, the turned his attention to James. "I think I would like that. Or else, I would have to invite myself, and that is a bit rude, even for a king." it was the first joking comment he had really made with James. Ephriam didn't joke often, which only went to show how comfortable he was getting with James.

"Perhaps one day I cam invite you to the summer castle. It's near the ports, if you've ever been there; near the water. It's very nice really, the only downside is that Star here doesn't care to ever be near the ocean, even if I am just leading her." he said, patting his horse lovingly. Every horse had it's fears. His just happened to fear large bodies of water. Ephriam couldn't blame her. He didn't like enclosed spaces. Two polar opposites, that what he and his horse were. And they did say that opposites attract. That sort of applied in this setting. Hell with the way he was feeling towards...

Wait, what? No, that didn't make sense. His mind had definately screwed up there. Eprhiam wasn't feeling anything towards anyone. At least, not the right people. No, no one. No right, no wrong. His emotions were completely contained, as well as his attractions. He was always sure to keep a firm hold on them, so he could always guide them the way he was supposed to. Of course, that was what had gotten him into this Isadora mess, was it not? Perhaps letting them take their own course would help things. That was something he would have to think on though. Hard. Very hard.

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You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met
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He blamed Frankie. Frankie and that messy apartment of hers. Sure, Dante knew that not paying attention while walking through her place often resulted in injury. However, being a little tipsy just as often resulted in forgetting the small facts like that. Besides, who the hell kept an empty fish bowl on the floor? Apparently, Frankie did. How did he even explain an ankle sprained in that way? You don't, he thought, staring at his ankle, which was proped up on a bench before him, wrapped in an ace bandage. Just because he could play didn't mean Franklin was letting him off from being at the game at all.

She waved to him from where she stood on the field; their team was throwing the ball about in lazy practice. He waved weakly back, before taking the chance to look at the people who had come to the game. Most were friends and family members of players, the usual people who attended these non-competitive games really. It was then that someone, or rather a pair of someones came up beside Dante. He looked up at them, and silently proceeded to curse Frankie out profusely in his mind for not telling him that she was actually coming to this game. She being Blu, accompained by Harper.

And without waiting for any sort of reply, Blu stuck Harper with him, saying that she was going off to get a drink. Just like that, she was gone. Dante sighed, looking at Harper, who looked just as happy as he had at the cafe. Meaning of course, absolutely miserable. Well, at least they were on Dante's home field now, no pun intended. "Suckered?" he asked, partially mocking their first conversation. At least Dante could legitly plead that he had a reason to be there that wasn't because of the girls. This was afterall, his softball team, even if he wasn't playing that day.

Looking back to the field, Don could see that the team was still warming up, but Franklin was gone. Over by the drink stand, he could see her walking up behind Blu. Well, at least they were distracting each other away from the boys this time. Still, it made Don's mood sink, seeing it. He had somewhat hoped that he would at least get a bit more used to it, but there was no such luck. Averting his gaze from the two, his eyes stayed down.

"I wish they would just have a fight already and stop talking." he grumbled. "Or figure out the goddamn names and end it." Don knew that just because they found out the names, it wouldn't end it. If it ever did happen though, his hope was that the true colors that he assumed Blu had would show through, showing that this was only a game to her, and when the game was over, she didn't have enough interest in Franklin herself to deserved her.

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Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess.
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.
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"Try throwing the ball over the plate next time, kiddo." the middle aged cook of the dinner called to her as he threw the ball back to Franklin from behind home plate. She fumbled, but caught it eventually, laughing as she did so. This really was all for fun. If it weren't, they would be a pretty sad team, considering how bad they all were. Really though, what did you expect from a bunch of people who worked at a diner, and the boy who just hung out there enough to make it seem like he worked there?

Thinking of Dante, Frankie looked up at the bleachers, quickly spotting her friend as the only one sitting near the front with his leg propped up in front of him. Ball in hand, she waved to him, and got a slight wave back. Poor Dante, stuck in the bleachers, because of his clumsy nature. Well, if you called clumsy getting a little drunk and tripping over a fishbowl in her apartment. That was what Frankie was calling it. Needless to say though, the fishbowl was safely up on a shelf now, where it couldn't hurt anymore of her friends.

After throwing the ball to the waitress at first base, she looked back to the bleachers, this time spotting someone sitting next to Dante now. That was Harper. And if Harper was here, it meant Blu finally was to. Franklin look around more, sweeping her eyes over the ball park until she spotted the other female, heading towards the snack stand. "Hey Markus!" she called to a waiter, gesturing for him to come to the pitcher's mound. "You pitch now." she told him, before turning to jog off the field.

She made her way over to the snack stand, slowing to a quiet walk as she came up behind Blu. Once she was close enough, she covered the other's eyes with her hands. "Guess who, Lenore." she said, throwing a guess in right from the very start. Soon enough, she let her hands drop and positioned herself in front of the other female. A smile played around her lips as she waved at the girl before. "I'm glad you came! And you brought company to mope with Don." she said, nodding towards the bleachers, where the boys were talking. "They do make a pair after all."

Looking back to Blu she shrugged, and changed the subject. "I hope you're looking for more fun then you are a close game. Don usually pitches, and now I'm standing in." she made a face. "I throw like a girl, to be cliche."

OoC ll meh.

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[o u t r a g e o u s KOI]

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I'm a suspect, I'm a traitor
I'm only here in body, visiting
Yellow faces and the distant screams
The beauty is in what isn't said
I'm rising to my feet
Because tonight, the world turned in me
Because right now, I don't dare to breathe
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[o u t r a g e o u s KOI]

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I'm alone in this
I'm a "as-I've-always-been"
Right behind what's happening
She's a "lost-in-this"
She's a light
She'll always be
a little far for me to reach
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There was silence between Marlow and Eli until the sound of someone entering the clearing. Even then, they themselves weren't the first ones to talk. That right was Abbot's, the most obviously cheerful one in their 'ring'. At least, compared to constantly aggravated Marlow and the other very self involved female in the group, he was. Marlow would say he often tied with Eli in the cheery department. Abbot however, was far lest annoying. Though right at that moment, Marlow wasn't feeling particularly affectionate towards her friend. She even tried to wave him off before he could greet her, but it didn't work.

"It took you long enough to get here." she grumbled, giving him the cold shoulder affection wise. However, it didn't seem to bother Abbot. It was irritating really. Why go through the trouble of giving the cold shoulder if the person you were giving it to didn't react? Either way, Abbot moved onto Eli, not giving him a hug the way he hugged Marlow. It didn't take a genius the way to see the way they were always looking and acting towards each other. They were totally tense, as if they did want to touch, but they couldn't. Perhaps Marlow was more aware of it because it was Abbot, who was currently her closest friend. That meant knowing at least a little about some things, including the Eli situation. Although, she wasn't sure if she knew how far it went or not.

Abbot was asking Eli if he had been treating Marlow right. Marlow stood, listening to what Eli told Abbot as she brushed herself off. "Me? She's the one who threatened to mace me." Marlow snorted, moving in on the two boys, her arms crossed.

"I wouldn't have had to if you hadn't kept doing this--" she lunged forward what had to be unexpectedly, easily knocking Eli's legs out from under him in the same manner that he had been doing it the whole morning. See, she did learn. Sometimes it wasn't willingingly, but she did learn. "--to me all morning." she finished, looking at Eli laying flat on his back. Then she turned to Abbot.

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[o u t r a g e o u s KOI]

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Your eyes are dusty dirt porn magazines
You're lazy, selfish, yeah you were raised that way
It's a hole that he was bred
I'll take your pants, you take my hair
And let us dance and choose the happy and depressed
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All she had asked was where she had been in her speech. Nothing more. Somehow, that translated into an onslaught of questions. One barely started by Alex, before Kyrie cut her off quickly with far more. Her questions seemed to be aimed at poking holes in the bartering system of the reservation. Nova listened to politely, though she already had her answer for the other female. Finally, Kyrie did finish her questions. About to answer, Nova was cut off before she could even say a word, this time by Alex reprimanding Kyrie about asking so many questions.

After that, Kyrie apologized, and answered Nova’s original question simply and meekly. Nova couldn’t help but give her a small smile. It was obvious that she and her companion were two very different people, though they were both from that same strange world outside of Nova’s. "It’s fine I did say questions were okay." she assured Kyrie. Partially it was because she didn’t agree with putting down someone’s natural curiosity like Alex just had, and partially because she didn’t like the idea that Kyrie was so quickly jumping to the idea that people would take advantage of the bartering.

"It’s generally accepted that you are responsible for your own bartering. Everyone knows what’s proper to ask for and what’s not, and there are very few people who are unwilling to walk away from a deal and find someone else to trade with. Plus, there aren’t as many materialistic ideas here, making asking for too much a rare occurrence." she explained for Kyrie. It was really the most thorough explanation she could give, without taking more subtle jabs at the outside world then she meant to.

From there, she meant to go on to finish the part of her speech about the housing on the reservation, but Alex instead saw this as the opportune moment to slip in her own question, concerning the celebration. Damn it. Nova had been hoping they had forgotten about that. She would knock Levi a new one the next time she saw him, that was a sure thing. What she had to worry about now was trying to convincing them they didn’t want to stay for the celebration. For one thing, she wouldn’t be able to supervise them closely, as she was in one of the blessing dances. And as stated before, outsiders were considered bad luck, especially for celebrations like this one. This was for a pregnancy, and it was common knowledge that pregnancy was no longer normal off of the Reservation.

"I suppose you would call it a baby shower away from here, when pregnancy still happened." she informed them. "However, it’s not exactly like that. More like, it’s a way for us to bless the new member of our community that will be coming into the world soon enough." How else could she put it? Would that be enough to turn them off of the idea of coming, the fact that something so violently different from there world was involved? Nova had seen words such as ‘son’ or ‘mother’ be enough to make an outsider flinch. Not all though, some were more resilient. It was all something attributed to the odd way they were made, in a factory of sorts, ending up with no familial connections.

She supposed that just for good measure she should put it as nicely as possibly why they shouldn’t come. Technically it was her job to welcome them to their community, and not turn them away, but if she could make them think that they didn’t want to be there, it would be better for everyone. "I’m not sure how much you really want to come. You see, some would consider your presence bad luck. They wouldn’t tell you to leave, though I can’t tell you I know how welcomed you’ll be." Nova hoped that would be enough. Or else, her hands were tied.

OoC ll Sorry my posts keep taking so long, school is taking up a lot of my time, since I haven't figured out the right balance yet.
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[o u t r a g e o u s KOI]

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Didn't you wanna hear
the sound of all the places we could go?
Do you fear
the expressions on the faces we don't know?
It's a cold, hard road when you wake up,
and I don't think that I have the strength
to let you go.
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Ruby gave her answer, over course leaving room for Adrian to object. It didn't matter, Quince would overrule him if it came to that, and Adrian said as much. Quince grinned up at him, then looked at the other two. "Guess I'm riding with ya'll then!" she said brightly. Well, at least that hadn't become a fight. Quince was pretty sure that Adrian could do with a bit of space right now anyway. Over course, he was never really one to tell her that straight off. At this point, he didn't need to. They each had their understandings of when the other needed space. How, Quince wasn't really sure. She guessed that it was just a sense one acquired when you spent pretty much every waking moment with just one primary person. She vaguely wondered if Ruby and Franklin would be able to pick up this sense.

"We should probably be off, though, anyway. Got just a while to go before we make our next destination." Quince nodded at Adrian's words, watching as Franklin gave back the keys, before she gestured for the other two to get into the van before. She figured it would be better if she were the one to close up the doors, since sometimes they liked to be tricky. Can't have anyone falling out. she though to herself as she stepped up after the other two, closing the doors behind her. She made sure they were really shut, then locked them, just to be safe.

At this point, Adrian seemed to really be ready to go, asking if everyone was ready."Hold on." she said in a whining voice jokingly, crawling her way past the other two and reaching over the front seats to the glove compartment. From their she pulled her map book, worn with years of use. "You don't want us getting lost, do you?" she asked, waving the book in the air before settling herself in the corner of the van against the van wall and the back of the passenger seat. Once she was all settled, she spoke again. "Okay, we can go now. Make a right out of here and then another right at the second street to get you. Then, just keep going straight until you get to the highway." she instructed him from memory. Of course she knew from heart how to leave town.

Once they were on their way, Ruby asked where they were going. Finally. Quince had been wondering when they would actually ask where they were going. Much of the time they didn't really know where they were going, they just drove wherever it pleased them. This time though, partially because of the fact that this was the first trip that they were making with their two new companions and partially because it was autumn. The season was more important for where we were going though. "Vermont!" was what she announced cheerfully, flipping though her map book until she got to the map of Vermont and showed it to Ruby and Franklin.

"It's really pretty in the fall." she explained. "Plus, going after the fall is insane because it gets really cold in the winter." Quince made a face. Cold was most definitely not her thing. Once it got below sixty, she was the kind of person to bundle up and hide until the cold was gone. She wasn't a huge fan of the heat either, but she made the best of that, doing summer time things, like swimming and tanning. Some winter activities could be fun, but they couldn't warm you up like summer ones could cool you down.

Smiling at the two in the back with her, she decided to redirect the conversation, hoping to put everyone more at ease. The only way she knew how to do that was the Quince way, which of course involved talking. First she looked at Ruby. "So what have you been up to? I know we've talk, but still..." she trailed off, smiling and shrugging in that absentminded semi-charming way she had. Then, she looked at Franklin, keeping her smile sweet. "And I don't really know anything about you, any fun facts to share?" Finally, being all inclusive, she reached over the seats to give Adrian a light tap on the shoulder. "You should say something too. Please?"

After that, silence from Quince, so everyone had time to answer her.

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[o u t r a g e o u s KOI]

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So what happens once you lose control?
When the future has to start
What happens when you're still in love
but time rips you apart.
Is there ever an answer
for when love is not enough?
When the world must move on
Who decided that I'd be that tough.
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There was no way that Franklin was changing his mind, even if Lulu did offer to turn around right at that moment. Even if he did decide that no, he couldn't go through with this, he didn't have much a chance to say so, as the older travelers were upon them once more. Adrian was calling then kids, and Franklin had half a mind to tell them they were anything but, yet he knew not to push his luck, and even if he didn't care about that, there wasn't a bold bone in his body that would let him say any such thing to someone he didn't know.

Instead he wound up in the dilemma of whether to just give Adrian his keys or wait for everyone to stop talking. On one hand, he didn't want to be rude, on the other, he didn't really think of Adrian as some he wanted to keep waiting. Even though Franklin could see that he was trying to be nice, Frankie could also see that he wasn't the happiest with their presence. He ended up waiting though the talk, shrugging at Quince's question. He didn't know her, so he couldn't really say if he wanted her back there with them or not. Plus, Frankie could see that the question was clearly for Lulu.

This was what Franklin was good at for the most part, reading people. Kind of ironic in a way, since his parents had done their best to keep him away from anyone they thought would be any influence on him, which was for the most part anyone. He had learned to tutor his friends in the behavior that would make them seem acceptable to his parents, that way they were free to act however they wanted any other time. Though he would say that Lulu really was sweet and polite enough on her own to his parents not to warrant much of his advice on how to trick them.

It was decided that Quince would be in back with them, and finally Frankie handed the keys back over. After that he followed Quince's silent prompt to get into the back of the van with her and Lulu, watching as she locked the door. After she settled in and gave instructions on where Adrian needed to go, they were off. When Lulu asked where they were going Quince happily announced Vermont. Well, that was interesting. Franklin couldn't say that he had ever been there before. In fact, the only vacations his family had ever taken was one to Arizona and another to California, and those trips had been to see more family. As stated before, he had lived quite the sheltered life.

Quince was quick to start conversation, first asking Lulu a question, and then moving to him and Adrian easily. He stared at her for a long moment after that, not even knowing what she wanted to hear. He looked at Lulu, silently asking for some sort of help, any kind of help. She knew Quince, he didn't. She had to be able to give him some sort of hint as to what to say. He wasn't good with people he didn't know who were bold like Quince, but Lulu was a bold person herself, which made her a good person to go to.

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