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 Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 3:54 pm
He shook his leg a little restlessly, shifting positions around so that less pressure was on his ankles.
"Like people's personalities," said Chance musingly, scribbling a messy line and then erasing it again and starting over. "I figured it would be easier to gauge them from a distance, but I suppose closeness has its perks as well."
The award for Most Vague / Non-Specific 2015 was clearly well-deserved.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 4:10 pm
"You going to keep beating around the bush?" She drawled, noting his shaking leg before he shifted. Observing people's personalities was a rather obvious thing to note.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 4:15 pm
"I'm not," came Chance's mild answer. He ripped out the page he was drawing on and tossed it to her; it depicted Claude, in her current position, though the lines were messy and a little disjointed in parts.
"I'm exercising my right not to say something."
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 4:44 pm
Claude shifted, finally, when he tossed the paper to her. She reached out to snag it out of the air, and looked it over, tilting her head. It was weird, seeing herself on paper. Drawn. Even if the lines were messy and disjointed, the fact that someone could sit there and draw her and capture a likeness was something she found amazing. She gave a small nod, acknowledging that statement, and finally stood, still holding onto the paper. "Fair enough." She replied, and then moved. Claude let herself flop down onto his bed, sitting next to him. Her back leaned against the wall as her legs hung off the other side, and she neatly placed the paper flat on her stomach. "I'm less inclined to share my personal experiences with you though, if you don't feel the need to do the same."
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 4:51 pm
"I didn't say they had to be personal," said Chance dryly, turning his head to look at Claude as she sat next to him. "I was just curious because I'm trying to make a basis of a theory, and I can't do that without knowing the extent of other people's experiences."
And it was back to being the condescending person that he'd been called. Maybe it had bothered him more than he'd thought it would, which was rather annoying. Chance was not used to being bothered. He just went with the flow, did what he could to live how he wanted.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want," said Chance airily. "Thus the beauty of communication."
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 5:15 pm
Claude quirked a brow at him. She wondered if Chance really heard himself sometimes, and decided that he didn't. He didn't hear what he was saying, and that the answer was so obvious because he didn't know. "How can regret be anything but personal?" She asked. "Regret is shaped by one's own perceptions and experiences." She gave a small, amused snort. "Chance, this isn't science. You can't form a theory based on other people's experiences and regrets. It's bullshit." Her tone was as even and her face as impassive as ever. "That's not the beauty of communication. That's the beauty of silence. The beauty of communication is that I could and would want to talk to you about personal items, and that you'd could and would do the same."
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 5:21 pm
"You can regret eating a bagel for breakfast when there were chocolate muffins to be had," Chance pointed out. "Or vice versa. But that's neither here or there."
He blinked at her, trying to comprehend what she was telling him. "Why can't I?" Chance asked, sounding almost petulant about it, but not quite. Instead, there was just the slightest hint of exasperation in his tone of voice. "Isn't that how things work? You make a theory, you test that theory through experimentation or experience, and then you base things off of that?"
It was the simplest form of what he usually did, Chance resting his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow on his knee.
"I don't keep secrets,' he said with a roll of his eyes. "I just am not talking about this particular thing for a variety of reasons, none of which pertain to me. But on the same token, communication and science are two things that work alongside silence. Aren't they all interconnected?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 6:00 pm
"I'm certain the regret of eating a bagel for breakfast instead of a chocolate muffin is the reason your floor is littered." Sarcasm. Never not. "That's not how emotions work, because you're idea of experimentation or experience is the equivalent of observing lab rats run through a maze in hopes of a reward at the end." Ah, alright. A particular thing. She ignored his question about interconnected, and instead asked: "If none of this pertains to you, then why are you asking about regret and contemplating?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 7:58 pm
Chance pushed Claude's shoulder like the mature person he was.
"Shut up," he said, without much heat behind it, though he shifted on the bed, drawing his knees up and lacing his arms around them, a slightly peevish expression on his face. Hadn't someone told him that exact thing? That he was looking at people as though they were lab rats?
Chance felt oddly uncomfortable. He slid off the bed and took a few pacing steps, making a noise of annoyance in the back of his throat.
"I already told you," he said, his voice deliberately light. "I'm trying to figure out how things like this work; how emotions themselves work."
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2015 8:31 pm
Claude jostled a bit under the push, and just watched him. From the way he drew up against himself to what she could see of the slightly peevish expression on his face. Her lidded gray gaze then took to following him as he started to pace the room. "If you want to try and figure it out, then have to be the lab rat."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 6:45 am
He turned to look at her, annoyance written on his face. Claude might have been one of the ones that he liked and appreciated the most here on the island, but the idea that she had said the same thing as Taym about seeing people as lab rats made him feel strangely betrayed.
"I am not," said Chance flatly, "a lab rat. I don't view people as things, contrary to the apparent popular belief. I'm allowed to see things from a different point of view as others."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 12:11 pm
Was it bad she found it interesting that he looked at her with annoyance plain on his face? Maybe it was bad of her to find it interesting. She also thought it meant something, too. Chance, who was always so easy going and mild mannered, who appeared to have nothing phase him, was bothered by what she was saying. "You are allowed." She agreed, "But you're either missing the point or ignoring it entirely." She decided to go back to her food analogy. "You have to try okra before you can compare your point of view on it with others who have also tried it."
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 2:08 pm
He was not going to admit that she had a point, either. Chance gave Claude a withering look that he usually only reserved for people that were not on the island, then ran a hand through his hair.
"Some things are not able to be tried personally," he said flatly.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 3:52 pm
"Because you gave it an honest go, or because you're limiting yourself by saying you can't?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 3:55 pm
His expression was a mask of irritation, strangely unfamiliar for someone who was so lighthearted and easygoing most of the time. It looked oddly out of place on his pale face.
"Not that it requires any sort of explanation, or affirmation," said Chance, in great annoyance. "But the answer to both of those options would be yes."
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