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 Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:18 pm
A stream of fair weather had hit Destiny City and though Braden was sure that it was not going to last for very long he was using every opportunity he could find to take advantage of it. Which, right at this very moment, meant sitting outside of city hall with a book about track and field. Which had to have been ridiculous looking considering the boy was dressed as though impersonating Sinatra. Fedora low over his brow to block out the sun his widened eyes were sucking everything in as they scanned over the pages.
Nothing mattered in life but his book, his hat doing it's job, and the good weather. Not even the weird kid circling and measuring the flag pole mattered.
Nope, not a bit.
((GOD. This is so much fail Silv. If you want me to change anything I will. ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 8:42 pm
Finn Derouen was a man with a plan. As he circled the flagpole, he was evaluating... calculating. It was time to think bigger than the Sovereign Heights campus. It was time to make a statement - as an artist, as a human being-! It was time to validate himself in the eyes of Chris ******** Gallo.
Not that he cared about Chris ******** Gallo's validation or anything. It wasn't like he was in love with Chris Gallo. No. Absolutely not. Finn Derouen did not give a flying ******** what Chris Gallo thought of him.
(Except, he was sort of searching for approval from all sides. It was a very confusing situation to be in.)
Finn circled the flagpole, feet crunching in the gravel as he sized it up from every angle. How would he tackle this problem? Would he do it in broad daylight, or wait until nightfall... surely switching out the state and national flags for banners of his own choosing wasn't something to take lightly - he'd need to stake out security, evaluate whether or not it was a job for Babylon Squire - it was almost enough to make him want to go back to setting up his projects on the SHP lawn.
Actually, that wasn't half a bad idea. Finn gave up on the flag pole for now and settled for a bench outside the main entrance to city hall, setting himself down beside a boy who seemed keen on impersonating Frank Sinatra. He was sort of impressed by the reference, to be perfectly honest.
"I'm digging the facial hair," he nodded to the other young man, stroking his own smooth chin. "Wish I could grow a goatee half as impressive. Listen, I've got a proposition for you... how do you feel about Angry Birds?" (Every good plan beginning with an accomplice and all that.)
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 12:46 am
Braden was so very engrossed in his book about running that it wasn't until he heard a voice suddenly, and very, close to his ear compliment his facial hair. Only that wasn't right, was it? Random strangers did not just sit next to other random strangers and compliment the hair on their faces. Certainly not dudes, at least. Actually, when the blonde thought about it he was pretty sure ladies didn't do that to one another either.
Looking up in suspicion he glanced sideways at the guy next to him and finding that he was indeed looking right at Braden in all his blazer and fedora glory his face went red, his book fell in his lap, and his mind went blank. "Oh. Ah. Yes. I mean- " Really, even another boy could catch him off guard? Augh, he was an idiot. "Thank you?"
At the question about angry birds, his head went back immediately and he searched the skies for the worst of all angry fowl - The Canadian Goose. "Do you mean like, seagulls or geese or something?" If that didn't answer the question clearly then nothing could.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 11:55 am
Whatever it was normal dudes and ladies did upon first meeting each other was lost on Finn Deroen: he liked the goatee to an envious degree, and he was going to say so! "You're welcome," he replied. "It's rather dashing and devil-may-care." Not that it was meant to sound like a pickup line - just an innocent observation.
Finn glanced up when the other boy did, searching the sky for some kind of circling anomaly, but didn't see anything. It was only the question about seagulls that clued him in that he'd been misunderstood. "No, I mean," he sighed. "Angry birds. The phone game. With the swiping, and the Pahwooooo-" It was onomatopoeic. "We sell a lot of the merch at the toy store where I'm temping."
He stuck a hand out to the other boy, figuring introductions were better late than never. "Finn Derouen, freelance interactive sculptural artist. I'm still getting my business cards printed." They were first on his Hannukah list, after all. "I work mainly on the Sovereign Heights campus. Maybe you're familiar with my work? The fake cow on the roof of the administrative building...? Ronald McDonald at Nuremberg?"
That one had been his magnum opus until Valhalla spoiled it for him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:01 pm
Absently, eyes still wide like a deer about to get run over, Braden reached up and smoothed down his goatee. "Y'think so? I don't like my face all itchy from a full on beard but if I shave it all off then I look like a ten year old..." He paused and swallowed. "You really don't want to know what kind of creeps come out of the woodwork if you're legal but look like a kid." That sentence came out all wrong.
Scrunching his eyes in thought at the description of Angry Birds he shook his head sadly. "You're talking about that game on the iPhone and stuff, right? I don't have the money for anything really technologically advanced." To prove his point he pulled out his old Nokia 10 digit phone that was clearly from early 2001. It still worked, like a boss, and he saw no point in changing that just to say he spent money on something fancy and touch-screened. Speaking of touch- As Finn introduced himself and held out a hand, Braden took it and shook it quickly. Handshakes were pretty much the only first impression the young man didn't do meekly. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Braden MacCrimmon. What does freelance sculpt--"
Then the rest of the introduction sank in and Braden's eyes got wide in a different way. In the 'you are the most incredible human being alive and I want to kiss you' sort of way. Sitting up more and closing his book fully, he turned to Finn and grinned from ear to ear. "You did that?! s**t, man, Ronald was the highlight of that week! How did you get the cow on the roof? What about that life-sized diorama of 'The True Story of Columbus'?" His hands reached out and grabbed the other man by the shoulders. "Was that your work too?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 8:26 pm
"No, dude, I know," contradicted Finn. "I'm doomed to look like a teenager for the rest of my natural life. Like Jason Earles." Because he had a teenaged sister and totally thought it was creepy that someone in their thirties could play a teenager on a Disney Channel show.
"It is," nodded Finn, "I was going to do a live action version..."
And then he trailed off, because meeting someone familiar with his work was like Christmas had come early. His eyes went wide and he grinned from ear to ear, the same sort of 'you are the most incredible human being alive and I want to kiss you' look that Braden wore. In fact, the only thing preventing a sloppy make-out session from ensuing was - well, Finn wasn't sure what was keeping him from smooching this dude on the spot.
"No, no, that one wasn't me," he admitted, smile not faltering. "But I did the egg hunt on the Quad and the Flags of the Ideologically Oppressed on the history building! Can't tell you how I did the cow - trade secret."
(Read: Super powers.)
"Okay," added Finn, changing the subject only slightly. "Okay. Dude. Don't take this the wrong way but I think you're my soulmate and kind of want to make out with you. I know we just met and acknowledge that that's kind of weird but I just had to get that out there. Because dude, you have no idea how good it is to meet a fan!"
He was currently *this close* to getting up and doing cartwheels across the lawn to express his happiness.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 3:25 am
His movements and the deeply intense intonations of his voice let Braden know that he and Finn were of the same mind. Like hive mind. Like the Borg. Totally enthralled with the list of all that the other man had done was like meeting a total stranger and then finding out he was ******** Joss Whedon and he was inches from your face. Braden was having a very hard time not standing suddenly and letting out whoops of joy. He'd been part of that egg hunt. Sure, he'd been pressured into it by his roommate at the time but that didn't mean he hadn't enjoyed it immensely. He could honestly say it was actually one of the best things he'd done with his life so far. The only things that beat it were getting to help a super hero kill a monster and meeting the woman of his dreams at a gym.
Nothing in the world would break this high. He was sure of it.
"You want to make a live action version of a game that's played with a touch screen?" He didn't even know what the game was about or how one would play it. All he knew was that he wanted it. To be a part of it. That glory, even though most or all would go to Finn.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 9:22 pm
Sloppy makeouts did not ensue, something which Finn was slightly disappointed over - but he'd found his biggest fan and newest accomplice, so it all came out even in the end. More than even, then. A few awkward moments sucking face (which would ultimately just weigh him down with crushing guilt for cheating on his magical boyfriend) weren't worth losing an amazing new helper.
Finn nodded rapidly. "Yeah!" he enthused. "Come on, it'd be awesome. I'd just need some basic building supplies, water balloons, different sized athletic balls... everyone would love it! Like the egg hunt but better!" And he probably wouldn't get in trouble for it! Maybe he'd even fill out the proper paperwork to set the game up. That would be awesome if it didn't get packed up by campus security prematurely.
"You wanna help?" he asked, grinning dangerously. His face was still probably too close to Braden's. It didn't matter. Life was awesome. This was going to be awesome. "I'll teach you the tricks of the trade. We can roll around in my Jeep with badass shades and thumping base and be Real Hardcore Bamfs."
It was, hopefully, an offer Braden could not refuse.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 8:00 pm
Even if Braden had wanted to refuse he wouldn't have been able to. Finn was just that charismatic and Braden was just that much of a push-over but for once, at least once in a very long time, he didn't want to refuse. He wanted to be a part of this so bad his chest felt like it was going to swell and explode if he didn't say something. "DUDE." It came out much louder than he'd expected but say something the blond certainly did. All of his excitement and earnest was expelled in that one short expression. "I think I know where we can get all of the water balloons in the world and also I think the gym down the street from SH will rent out their balls."
At the end of that sentence he stopped and, like a seven year old, could not stop himself from snickering just a little. He was giddy and by God he was going to laugh at the word 'balls'. It was his right. Meeting Finn Derouen was like a cosmic sign that he could lighten the ******** up and enjoy life for awhile consequence free.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:50 pm
This was kismet, thought Finn, his grin only growing wider with each new idea that Braden revealed. This had to be so completely, utterly beshert that the gods were smiling down upon this meeting, and there was evening and morning and it was good. Braden had connections! Who would have thought? "I hear what you're saying," said Finn, trying to remain chill but unable to contain the giddy wobble in his voice, "And it is totally ******** awesome."
He rifled through the pockets of his cargo pants, searching frantically for something unspecified. A moment later, he produced a crumpled receipt from TGI Thaidays and one of those expensive little pens they sold in museum giftshops that could allegedly upside down, underwater, and in outer space. He scribbled something on the receipt and handed it over to Braden.
The scribbles turned out to be his name and phone number. The I in Finn was dotted, presumably sarcastically, with a heart.
"Okay. Okay. So, you should find me on Facebook, Twitter, the whole shebang, I'm on basically every social networking site ever except for maybe Friendster and Myspace because I've got to have standards, right?" he rattled off excitedly. "I'm still sorting out the details for the game, but you'll be the first to know when I do. And I would love to know where I can get all the water balloons in the world because believe me, I'm going to need them. Sound good to you?"
Because, it sounded good to Finn.
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