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 Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2014 10:41 pm
SPRING! Finally, it was spring! Or spring ish. Sprin, in the sense that the snow was melting! Spring in the sense that green was kinda sorta maybe peeking through the trees! Spring in the sense that the trees weren't blooming, but they weren't asleep. They were trying to wake up, that was for certain, but just not quite yet! And that was perfectly okay. Just fine, perfectly fine for Marot. That Not-Winter-but-not-quite-Spring-Either time was ideal for setting up his secret course for the rest of the year!
It took the man about two days to find out where he had hidden his silks at in the woods. Okay, maybe it wasn't the smartest place to hide his things in the middle of the woods, but he had felt really terrible to have spent money on himself, instead of on his friends.. They didn't need to know about that purchase, naw, it was just something for himself, Something he wanted to share but didn't want to share, so he hid it.
But now here they were, tied up securely, spread out across a circular path about the size of an olympic pool. So many different colors fluttered about from the tree branches, dancing about in the wind! Oh, it was just so lovely! Years and years of saving and collecting went into his little treasure.. And it was now time to enjoy it!
He was Tarzan, swinging back and forth among the silks, using his momentum to navigate the trees, and he was insanely happy by all of this!
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 11:52 pm
Taking walks through the woods was something Arias enjoyed doing in his free time; it was not his first time in these parts, though he was by no means a local in the area. While he loved the business of the city, he couldn’t help but want to get away every now and then—and today was the perfect day.
What with Winter out of the picture, Spring was the best time to stretch his legs.
For a while, things seemed decently normal—until the colors started changing. While Arias realized they weren't natural, he couldn’t help but be intrigued. Who would be doing such a thing so far out here? And…what was it for?
He shifted the bag over his shoulder, pulling it a little closer as he continued walking. Nothing seemed malicious, but it was just instinctive. He thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, but turning to look, saw nothing.
For a moment the brunette was quiet, but it wasn't long before curiosity set in and he called out, "Hello? Is someone out here?"
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 7:13 am
"Yes! Yes I am out here! Hello!" Marot took no time to be mysterious or cool in his little treasure trove! No, he came swinging down, around the side of a trunk a little to the back left of where the man who had called out for him was. Maybe he was graceful in the air. Maybe. No, no he wasn't; he only had a moment to react before he was face-planting into the ground. Luckily the padded grass and dirt from the winter had melted enough to become soggy and more cushion like, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt!
"Ow! Haha! Ouch!" He kinda just laid there for a second in the mud and grass, enjoying how the cold, wetness of it all already began to soothe the pain that was going through his cheek. With another half-giggle, he sat up, wiping the dirt rather ineffectively off of his cheek.
"You found me, friend! How did you find me? Were you looking? Was it Eric? Noo, please don't say it was Eric! He'd be so very very mad at me to know that I spent money on myself! But you! Who are you? Certainly, someone nice, right? Someone who won't tell Eric if Eric doesn't already know. I'd shake your hand, but I am filthy! So filthy! But hello! You are fantastic for finding me! Gaah, I think I hit my head! Wouldn't be the first time!" His words shot out like bullets, sentence on top of sentence, the whole while he gazed up to the man from the ground.
"What are you doing out here? I thought it was secret! But that's okay! As long as you're not with Eric.. Or Ginger. Or Tom or Al, or Pedro, or Kim or Don or Leon or Chris, or Allison.. Or Grandma Minnie, then you're welcome to stay!"
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2014 12:31 pm
Arias seemed surprised when the male hit the ground and worry instantly creased his features. "—Are you okay?" he blurted, moving to crouch next to him. He tilted his head as he looked at the male, trying to find traces of blood. As he examined him, he shrugged his bag off his shoulder and began absentmindedly fishing through until he pulled out a carefully folded, slightly wrinkled handkerchief. It was clear it didn’t get a lot of use, but he liked to have it for emergencies.
Hastily, he handed it over. He wasn't sure if it would be appreciated, but he knew that with all that mud, the first thing he'd have wanted to do was clean up as best as he could. "I'm not with any of those people. At least, I don't think so, none of them sound familiar. My name is Arias, I was just taking a walk through here. I saw all the color and couldn’t help but investigate—it's beautiful. What did you say your name was?" he asked, shaking his head and looking the man in the eyes.
There was still concern there, and Arias was biting his lip, already mentally calculating the quickest way to the nearest hospital. "—Are you okay, really? That looked like a rough landing…"
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 10:46 am
"Ah.. Ah, yeah, I'm fine, Just fine. Dirty, but fine. I'm always a little dirty. " The handkerchief was well received, and Marot used it to promptly wipe the dirt away from his eyes. Just his eyes. And his mouth. Of all the things he had ever eaten, Mud was rather low on his list of things he actually enjoyed. Was he supposed to give it back, or was he allowed to keep it? Did people actually like getting dirty things back? Well, no. Marot wouldn't really assume that. For now, he kept it in his hands, running the soft fabric between his fingers and getting more mud off of it than on.
"AH, AAAAH, Okay, that's fantastic. Then you are a new friend then! Arias.. Its a great name. Lovely fantastic name. And you like the silks too?" Marot threw back his head, gazing at all the colors that fluttered around them in the slight breeze. They were so pretty, he had never really noticed that, having only ever used them for the tools they were.
Marot brought his head back down to be greeted by the eyes of the other, and he could not help but stare back into them. They were such a warm, Autumny Color. Marot loved it!
"Your eyes.. They are so lovely! Brilliant and sparkling, you have the best eyes." There was no shame in saying so, there never was with him. In fact, his hands came up, wanting to touch the other's cheeks and pull him closer, to get a better look at the eyes that were just so nice! But he was smart enough to stop, for his hands were filthy. So dirty, it looked like he had shoved his hands into cake batter, but far far more gross, and far far FAR less tasty.
"Marot. Marot is my name. And I am glad to meet you! And I'm okay, really, just fine! How are you doing? "
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 12:15 am
Arias seemed decently surprised by Marot's comment; Arias wasn't a man who frequently thought about his appearance or put much effort into working to earn compliments; he was hygienic but certainly wasn't one to preen any more than aboslutely necessary.
"I…Thank you," he said, a bit uncertain. The compliment was certainly nice, but Arias had never been good at receiving them. He wound up taking a half step back and quickly tucking his hair behind his ears, attempting to change the subject quickly. "It's nice to meet you, Marot. It's very beautiful out here—the fabrics. Have you hung them all up yourself or were you just here admiring them, too?"
Destiny City had its fair share of quirky artists, and he couldn't tell what was an artistic statement and what was just someone playing around. He couldn’t see any other reason to hang up fabric like this, unless you were looking for a change of scenery.
And, it was a nice change. I would have made this place memorable even if Marot hadn't just fallen out of the sky in front of him.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2014 12:56 pm
He moved away! Why did he move away? He didn't smell too bad, right? Well, no, he did smell kinda bad. He smelled okay this morning, but now, Marot smelled kinda weird. But when you sweat, you smell, and he couldn't stop that. Or, well, he could, but deodorant was so expensive. He had some but just little wee tiny bit was used. But he was still talking, so that was a good thing! Always a good thing, a fantastic thing.
"I hung them up, yes! I do it not for beauty, but for activity! To swing on! You know of acrobats, yes? The lovely sky dancers, who swing and roll about in the air with the help of the silks. That is what I do. I train to be like them! Only for fun, but it is fun! And hard work. I fall alot, but it's just so amazing swinging around like such. It's like I'm Tarzan at times, but much more.. Much more majestic. But yes, I fell, into the dirt, infront of you. Because I am clumsy. But that is okay. I like it still!" As he rambled on, he had stood back up, walking around the tree to grab a dangling bright green silk, pulling it back over to where the two men were standing.
"Did you want to try? Just swing, not climb. Or you can climb, but it's hard. that's why I couldn't hold on. I need better gloves, but it's expensive, so expensive."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:56 pm
Arias did not seem to mind the rambling; instead, he listened intently, eyes only straying from Marot's face to look to the fabrics he was talking about with such animated passion. "Oh—no," he said quickly, holding up his hands to decline when Marot offered. "No, I'm afraid I'd only serve to make a fool of myself. I'm not exactly the most graceful person—especially off the ground. I've fallen out of more trees than I can count," he laughed, seeming a bit sheepish. "But it sounds interesting! Very creative! I've never heard of anyone doing anything like this, especially not here in Destiny City. Despite this whole falling in the ground thing—are you good?"
He seemed almost excited. "Like, is this something you would do professional—with a circus or performing troupe? Or just something you like to do in your free time?"
Cooro Cooro So sorry about the delay! ;;
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 8:56 pm
"No, no, no, It is fun! I could make you a swing! Yes, a swing! See?" While listening to Arias talk, Marot ran over, grabbing two green silks and tying them together to form a wide 'U' shape between them. "You, you sit here, you swing here. It is nice. Like a... Like a really large large hammock."
He sat there on one side of the U, rocking back and forth slowly as he considered the thought.. Would he like to do this.. Yes!.
"Yes, Yes I would! I'd love to! I'd want to, yes, but I am not dedicated. I am dedicated, but I forget, I forget going to work. I forget that I need to be somewhere at times. I am bad at remembering, so I cannot be doing that. Not my dream. I am also not good at money for that. But I teach fighting! Not angry fighting, I teach Capoeira. Same-day-as-you-call lessons. So I don't forget. What do you do? Do you remember?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2014 9:16 pm
Arias hastily held up a hand to decline to offer; he didn't want to be rude but heights didn't always bode well for his stomach. "I'm okay," he insisted, "You enjoy it. I'm sorry to hear about that whole," he hesitated, "Forgetting…thing. But, it seems like you've got it figured out!"
He tried to sound optimistic.
"I've never heard of Capoeira before." But…it sounded interesting. And he was looking for a class or something—to even just get an idea how to keep up with everyone on the whole powered front. "I'll have to look into it. Maybe I can bug you about a class sometime?"
So interested in the idea of a fighting class—specifically a 'not angry' fighting class—he nearly forgot to answer Marot's question.
"Oh," he blurted suddenly. "—Yes, I remember where I work. Most of the time. A&H Bakeries. We just opened a new store recently. Well, recently-ish. You should drop by sometime. Ah," he faltered and then laughed lightly. "If you remember. —And want to! Definitely only if you want to! But I'm always looking for people to taste test, if that's something you might be interested in!"
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