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 Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 3:39 pm
"I guess I don't really need one." Darian replies. "I've survived for 476 years or so without one."
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 4:33 pm
Westley glances at the elf and, though realizing he is an elf, swallows slightly. The last time he had dealt with someone with longevity, he had gotten in trouble.
He takes a bite of his sandwich, refusing to make eye contact, as he tries to calm his nerves down a bit. A sip of milk chases down his bite of sandwich before he looks up to them.
"Watches are overrated," he says without much emotion in his voice, "They chafe the skin and can cause rashes."
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 4:43 pm
Lael looks at Westly oddly, then stops herself. She saw the small swallow and heard the lack of emotion in is voice. Would he even answer me if I asked him if something's wrong? Or at least answer me truthfully? she thinks. It's odd. He was acting... relitavely normal before Darian mentioned his age. I wonder why he started acting so nervously all of a sudden... She decides not to ask, but to keep an eye on him. He's not telling us something. That something is probably his buisness. It's probably nothing dangerious. But just in case, I'll watch and wait. If something happens, I want to know what's going on.
"Perhaps," she says as though she had just thought none of the above, "but I still like them. And you get used to the feel of them after a while, so it's not so bad."
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 7:23 pm
"Besides," Darian replies, "If you're complaining about chafing then you've obviously never been in combat. After what I've gone through a little chafing wouldn't really matter that much to me. The elf brushes his hair out of his face, unintentionally revealing the scar running from the outside corner of his left eye straight down to the bottom of his face.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 8:54 pm
The tawny haired teen turns to him, glaring at him through his glasses as he stands up to his five foot nine inch height. He grabs his dishes and puts them in the sink.
"Just because I say that watches cause chafing doesn't mean that I've never been in battle," he snaps, leaving the room heavily, "There's other reasons, you know, to not wear a watch, elf."
He accents the word 'elf' with a slight tint of possible anger in his voice though he doesn't mean to say it harshly. He lets his claws loose as he walks through the resort, growling deeply at the mix of emotions he carries within.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 1:40 pm
Lael walks after him, giving Darian a looks that says to wait there. Is he... Frightened? she thinks, as she jogs to catch up with him.
((I've gotten Lael's profile completely written up now, so you guys can go check it out in the profile post. ^^))
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 3:31 pm
"And people say I'm moody." Darian mutters to himself. The young man's lack of respect for elves did not surprise him. He was not the first.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 9:33 pm
Westley's ears twitch, though they are his human ears, as he hears someone behind him. Not wanting to hurt anyone, he withdraws his claws, though he growls as he does so. He finally makes it to the main lobby and finds a comfortable plush chair. Plopping down into it, he stares out the window, the window showing all white as the snow is higher than the main floor.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 7:01 pm
Lael catches up to him and, seeing him in the chair, sits next to him. "What's wrong?" she asks. "Is there... Something about Darian..." She takes a risk. "Something about his scar?" she asks, remembering the way he looked when he saw it. She carefully, not wanting to upset him, takes his hand in her's. "I don't mean to pry, but if it's something importaint... No, something dangerous, you must tell me," she says.
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Posted: Sun Apr 23, 2006 9:56 pm
The nineteen year old looks at her from behind his glasses. She looks like someone he knew, he realizes, someone whom he cared for and couldn't protect from himself. He withdraws his hand from hers.
He turns his face away from hers, "There's nothing wrong with him. There's nothing with him. His scar does not affect me."
He pauses, thinking about his situation before becoming nervous. He automatically starts to chew on his right pointer finger's nail, which he releases (only the one claw). His claw rests on his tongue as he chews the nail. If he has to take his hand away from his mouth, he'll quickly withdraw his claw before taking his hand away. He glances at the lady from the corner of his eyes before shutting them, trying to figure out what to do.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 2:33 pm
Lael allowes him to take his hand away. He's not telling the whole truth but... Very well. I can't force him to trust me. For that matter, I'm not positive I completely trust him, for all that I'd like to, she thinks.
"Very well," she says. She lookes at his closed eyes behind the glasses, wondering what he's thinking. At least he's calm now. She stands. "Darian's probably wondering what happened," she says. She holds out her hand to him. "Would you be willing to come back with me now?" she asks.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:06 pm
Westley withdraws his own claw and takes his hand from his mouth. He turns to her, keeping his eyes closed until he looks directly at her.
"No, I am not going back right now. I don't want to hurt anyone. That's why I came here," he says before standing up.
He crosses his arms and, sighing, starts to walk through the resort again.
Man, my emotions get so crazy so easily... If only I could keep my temper...
((Ooc: Now we wait for Mr.Ownage.))
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 6:21 pm
Darian wonders what Lael and the young man who still had not introduced himself were taking about. He decides it does not really matter and grabs himself something to eat.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:27 pm
Lael thinks carefully about their conversation, especially the last part, before turning and returning to where Darian is.
"I'm sorry about that," she tells him. "I didn't feel I could just let him go without at least trying to figure out what was wrong." She smiles thoughtfully, still thinking about what he said. He left because he didn't want to hurt anyone... But before he said that he said that Darian, or at least his scar, didn't affect him... So could it have been something else? But what? No, it was something in that moment. I just can't understand what, and how he could be dangerious. It doesn't make sence. I suppose I should just stop thinking about it until I find out more about him. Putting the incident out of her mind, she grabs an apple and sits down.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:57 pm
Westley finds an abandoned hall, away from the kitchen, the front lobby, and the spa area. He sighs as he leans against the wall, taking off his glasses. Drat, now I have another person wondering about me. That's what I get for having a loud mouth. How is this going to play out, especially if we're stuck here. I came to get away from this kind of stuff and yet I'm still stuck in a similar situation... Drat...
He drops his head to his chest before sliding to a seated position, his back against the wall. He pulls up his knees and rests his head on his knees. Not again....
((Ooc: Yay! I made a good character this round! xp I like Westley and his 'mysterious' side. What do you'se think?))
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