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 Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 10:48 am
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✖ d i a g o n a l l e y s t r e e t s
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██████████████████ - - - - - - - - - - - - w h e n o n e i s i n d o u b t , r e m e m b e r ███████████████████████████ The small smile that appeared on the redhead's face was genuine as he listened to the other's previous reassurances. Okay, so he wasn't as evil as he came off- - - he probably just overreacted. Nodding at them, he felt mentally better. "Thank you," he said, simply. When Piera hooked her pinky through his, that elicited a raised brow, though it wasn't too serious. He didn't mind a bit of socializing after the fiasco, and he had found Piera and Echo reasonable people.
Turning to Rick, as he had introduced himself, Kas nodded, grateful for the concern. "We'll make sure to," he said, giving the elder boy a smile. "Thank you for that. I think I might stay out here for a little bit more, though," he said, now including both Piera and Echo. "You guys should go in. I'll catch up."
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2013 5:34 am
Hi, my name is Avis Atlantis Tempest.But I mostly go by Ava. To people who like me, I mean. It’s usually Atlantis. Or ‘you.’ It’s mostly ‘you.’ I like it when people call me Ava, though.I'm a male. I'm fifteen years old. My birthday is December 24th. Christmas Eve. It feels like there’s a celebration for each one of my birthdays. My dream job is to work in a bookshop, maybe? Or a therapist or a writer? I’d like to do something with people. Teaching or counselling? Maybe animals too. A menagerie? I have yet to decide. My blood status is pureblood, but I’m a Squib. The school I am going to does not exist, unless you count home-school? The house I'm in is the Tempest family residence. I’m being a bit smart, I know. I'm interested in what I’m interested in. I don’t like labels. I'm currently with no one, to my dismay.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm very odd. I enjoy reading but I would like to spend more time with other people. Other people are such interesting beings, you know? They’re so different from one another. But I’m used to being on my own, so it’s alright that I don’t really talk to many of them. Except my family, of course--- but that’s my family. Or family. They dislike it when I refer to them as ‘my family.’ I’m shy, and bookish and really quiet. I’m fairly intelligent, I think, that’s the one thing the family says is actually decent about me, that I can understand things. I tend to slip between the “real world” and “my real world” quite a lot and often I don’t notice what’s going on--- actually, that’s a lie, because I do and I don’t like to notice that I notice, does that make sense?--- and I make a twisty conversationalist. My background story is much better than what could have been. It wasn’t very pleasant, of course. That was a bit of a given, there. It was a mistake, a big folly to regret, was how my existence was referred to. They said my parents once thought that as well, but they’ve changed their ways? I was born into a pureblood elitist family. That speaks volumes right there, what with me being a Squib. It was difficult growing up with the family’s dislike for me so evident and regularly acted upon. The comments, and the tongue lashings were alright. It was a bit easier to bear, because I could simply choose not to listen. My uncle was more physical in his expression of enmity. It was difficult and still is difficult living and growing up with much hatred in the family, but I did have people who treated me well, and that is enough for me. My parents, for one. They’ve done much for me, teaching me how to act, what to do and how to deal with the words. They’ve also done their best to shield me and although they could never always be successful, it was enough. Oddly enough, the others are Antony and Seph. I find this extremely amusing, since their paterfamilias--- simply speaking in their own family sense--- is great-uncle Lysander. I’m still thankful, they are my companions in this house and have taught me many things and shown and told me about such. It is a life difficult to explain. What would that say about me?I enjoy books, being around books, people, food, animals, the outdoors, practicing with my knives and my less enmity-set relations.I despise having my existence questioned, stale food, when I find dog-eared pages, being locked up, being caught without a knife on my person and being punished.I'm afraid of dying alone.My strengths are making people feel at ease, so I’ve been told. I have a very non-threatening presence, partly because I am very non-threatening. Also, my intellect, how I apply it when I interact with other people.. My flaws are my shyness? I am hesitant in many of my conversations until I believe they would not harm me. I have a low self-esteem as well. I look like Joe Sugg. My wand is non-existent. I’m a Squib.My pet is a Kangal, officially. Darwin is what I call him. Darr, for short.Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! I know I’ve mentioned it a few times, but I’m a Squib. I connect very, very well with animals. Sometimes I feel as if I can ‘talk’ to them better than I can people. They seem to feel the same way, I think.
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 8:26 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 1:29 am
When the familiar blonde head had peeked out and over at him, Ava had nearly spazzed out in worry. Motioning for her to move over, the blonde teen crouched down, replying in the same tiny whisper. A stifled smile came over his features when she had asked him what was going on. "No one told me either," he said wryly. It was unnecessary on their part to tell him, but he wasn't completely clueless about the going ons in the house. "Someone's coming, though," Ava said, looking in the direction of the dining room's entrance. "I don't think they like it very much. Persie," the quiet teen said seriously, expression turning solemn. "When they come along, don't call attention to yourself, alright?"
He felt apprehensive about what was going to happen, about the 'guest' that would be coming over and living with them.
He hadn't not noticed the flurry of activity going on around the house on the elves' part. He spent a good part of his time with them, after all, and he was still of Tempest blood, even if he hadn't the magic to go with it and the elves were good, kind creatures. 'Mistress Callidora is coming to stay, yes. She is coming home after so very long.' He didn't know who Mistress Callidora was, but if she was family, why was she not known to them? No portraits, no nothing, no mention of a Callidora anywhere in the house, and he lurked in it everywhere.
"Be a good girl and behave, alright, Persie,"he told his niece. Ava wondered about Antony and his parents in the room as well. "You'd better hurry and wash your hands so they don't get suspicious," Ava told Persie, assuming she had used a bathroom excuse to get out. It was common enough. "They'll be waiting for you."
Standing up, Ava gave a small wave and a smile before slipping away, fox still cradled in his hand--- he forgot about the poor thing--- his naked feet made no noise as he disappeared from view. He liked being alive.
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