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 Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 11:27 pm
On the grounds of Amityville High School, a few yards into the forest, there was a small pond - a pond that Sparrow, in fact, had stumbled across a mermaid in sometime the year before. It had been a while since he had last seen Amphi, but he still remembered the way to the crystal clear pool of water, and the way it had made him feel relaxed and calm, in spite of everything.
It had been a long time since he had even done anything relaxing; from the moment he had set foot into Amityville, to the moment he had decided to go on the Horseman exchange program, everything seemed to have run nonstop into chaos. Sparrow had spent the past several weeks adjusting to being back at school after everything that had happened with the Horsemen and the Isles, and had not really had much time to spent on personal recuperation.
Until now, it seemed. The forest had beckoned to him, and Sparrow had decided to take a walk outside for the first time in what seemed like months - and though he had started off walking outside of the forest, his feet had apparently taken him somewhere else.
Which was how he found himself back at the little pool of water. He was now sitting beside it, idly wafting a hand through the cool liquid, sitting on the rocks that surrounded the pond. It was quiet here. He could relax.
For a short time, at least, until he had to go back to school.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:33 am
There was at least one thing these two Reapers had in common; they both found the water relaxing in a way. Just as Sparrow was settling down another figure came into the ltitle clearing with the little pond in it, bringing nothing but himself.
Mac loved the water; it was his dream to be a ferryman one day; when he needed to he sought it out, and he could stay for hours just looking out onto whatever small expanse he could find. The motionless days where it perfectly reflected the moon, or the more active days that sent reflections dancing...he loved them all, and it could captivate him for hours. It was the only thing that could have him sit still for longer than a few minutes.
When he saw the other Reaper there, at first he considered leaving. He had no idea who this boil was, and to his knowledge had never met him in his life, which was unsurprising given he remembered very few people by their faces. In his experience new people meant having to talk to them, and he didn't come out here to talk; he came out here to relax. However, he wasn't going to leave just because some other kid decided to steal away his favourite spot!
"Hey." He offered shortly, briefly looking at the other Reaper before taking a seat himself, leaning back against a nearby tree to get a full view of the water.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 9:10 am
He had not expected anyone else to know about this little spot in the woods, with the exception of the mermaid, so when he heard footsteps drawing nearer, Sparrow grew slightly wary.
...and grew even more wary when he saw just who had stepped out of the woods. It had been quite a long time since his last encounter with the dark haired boil - several months, perhaps almost a year - but Sparrow was not inclined to forget someone who had stalked up to him, demanded a spar, and then proceeded to knock him out in the process. The boil's name escaped him, but if he was recalling correctly, he hadn't been...entirely unfriendly. Just a little...rough.
...a lot rough.
"...good afternoon," said Sparrow politely, adjusting his position to draw one leg up towards him, his fingers linked around his knee. For several moments there was silence, awkward, and slightly tense. And then -
"...come here often?"
A lame line, perhaps, but Sparrow was cautiously attempting to figure out if the boil in question was as frustrated as he had been that day so long ago and if he should perhaps be on guard.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 10:14 am
Mac seemed in a good mood today; well, as good of a mood as someone whose favourite alone spot was decidedly not empty. While Sparrow recognized him, Mac still had no idea who the boil was, which could really work either in Sparrow's favour or against it. The silence was a little awkward, but to Mac it seemed like the other Reaper was merely as unhappy at being interrupted as he was, in which case he didn't quite blame him.
"Uhhhh...yeah." He replied, giving the boil a suspiciously curious look. Once he started paying attention he noticed little things like the way he sat, or the way he was being stared at...or the odd (and yes, very lame) line he was given. Did this boil have more of a problem than being interrupted? It sure as Jack was starting to seem so! "Why?" He asked, just as cautious as the questions that had been dealt to him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:57 pm
Awkward. Very awkward.
Sparrow tilted his head, eyeing the other carefully, trying to gauge his reactions - but all he got was a suspicious glance back at him, and a question; which was to be expected, he supposed. He shrugged his shoulders, idly twisting the cuff of one sleeve.
"You, ah...your name is...Mac, isn't it?" he asked, struggling to remember if he was right.
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