Marco
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Post by Marco on Apr 22, 2015 20:40:15 GMT -6
"Jeez, Ms. Peace and Love." Marco gave Cassie a look with his eyebrows raised as mall security was calmly but firmly escorting them out. "You didn't have to start insisting fur is murder. Couldn't you have found a gentler way to tell them they were wrong?" He frowned at Jake, as though it was his fault Cassie decided to get all preachy and get them removed from the mall. At least they hadn't been banned. "The things you do, man." For love, he was implying. Hey, Jake had been all supportive of her idea. "I just wanna get home in time for--" He looked down at his watch, then rolled his eyes up toward the darkening sky. "--aw man, I wanted to get home in time for Bates Motel. Hopefully my dad recorded it...probably not." The frown didn't soften as he thought of his dad sitting in the dark in their crappy apartment on the bad side of town, frozen in front of a small TV screen he wasn't even paying attention to. Marco knew there would be no food on the table. He'd have to heat something up from the freezer; his dad never thought much about meals and where they came from anymore. Wish I'd brought a jacket. That's what I get for flying out the door this morning twenty minutes late. Dad didn't even notice I missed the bus.
"Let's cut through the construction site, I'm already late." Haven't done my homework, either. He barreled ahead without waiting for the others to talk it over. They'd already sort of done that at Pizza Overlord earlier, and besides, it made sense. That route was the quickest way home.
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Post by Collin on Apr 24, 2015 2:50:40 GMT -6
He followed Marco outside, staring at the sky, the sunset beginning to give way for darkness and stars. “Dark,” Collin said, gazing to the starscape. “Well, isn’t that a kick in the quad?” But he was satisfied nonetheless, and it wasn’t like he had a way home. Heck, he could call a cab. But he wanted to stick with his new friends. It was hard to find and keep friends. Most of the time, they just ended up as people he talked to on occasion. He wanted a group, and seemed to mesh best with this one. He had more than willingly shared his food; there was plenty to go around.
He didn’t let on that he lived in a wealthy household, though he certainly wouldn’t act snooty about it if they found out. Heck, by buying people things? That was one way to keep them around, though he didn’t want them only being his friend because he could get them stuff. But it was for that reason that he didn’t mention it. He had that ‘full and happy’ feeling as he joined them. His stomach wasn’t bothering him, despite all the pizza and breadsticks he had eaten. He still had the aftertaste of garlic in his mouth. A not-unpleasant sensation that made him grin.
They might have found him strange for thinking it—and he probably did seem strange—but he was looking forward to going to school. He shared some classes with some of them. And then there was the whole social experience. And the cafeteria, with all its delicious food. But Collin had had plenty to eat, enough that his brain didn’t linger too much on the subject. What he wasn’t looking forward to? Assignments and boring lectures and school bathrooms. And he’d have to figure out, with the help of his parents, a routine so that he didn’t get seen as an alien.
Marco was complaining about missing what must have been some show. “Pretty sure there’ll be a rerun, though, they always do that with new eps nowadays. Or on-demand.” He had a huge cable package, boxes and all. Marco was suggesting they go through the construction site, and he himself was on the way. “Hey, wait up!” he said. He was no marathon runner; in fact, he was pretty much a klutz on his two legs, and got easily winded. But at least he had practise.
Was he afraid of the construction site, especially at night? Not in particular. There was always the fact that he could turn back into his alien form and cause them a lot pain, though. Though that wasn’t preferable, as his secret would be out and he might have earned himself a ticket to Area 51. But they’d be safe in numbers, wouldn’t they?
Though he did admit, there was something creepy about it. The place was so…abandoned. Nature would have begun to take its toll on the half-built buildings. There was always some eeriness to that. Collin wondered the story behind the place.
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Post by Tobias on Jun 12, 2015 18:17:25 GMT -6
The mall experience had been pretty typical, Tobias thought, until Cassie marched into that coat store and started preaching to the shoppers there about the evils of the fur trade. They were all escorted out and asked not to return to that store again, something that seemed to bother Rachel for a second - or maybe he was only imagining it. A quick glance at her and he smiled at the cherished memory of the observatory - but as the group walked together, Tobias had a brief thought of the weird dream he had the night before. With his chin tilted skyward, he suddenly stopped. He was pointing. Pointing almost straight up. “Look,” he said. His voice sounded strange, amazed but serious at the same time. A brilliant, blue-white light was gliding across the sky. It was going fast at first, much too fast to be a plane, then slower and slower. What was it? He could venture a pretty good guess...but he didn’t want to say it. He couldn’t say it. The others would look at him like he’d lost his mind.
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Post by Rachel on Jul 21, 2015 9:56:37 GMT -6
She was happy to wander through the mall and window shop (though going into the actual stores would have been great), while the others chatted among themselves. Rachel knew ahead of time what was going to happen once they reached that particular store, and she was dreading it. As always, she was there to back Cassie up (with her presence, and not so much with her voice) when the girl began yelling "murder", "torture" and whatever else that came to mind. It left the blonde cringing, especially when they were banned from that shop. Not that Rachel was looking to buy any fur, of course. It was that horribly torn situation where the ditsy shopper in her couldn't help but run fingertips across the softness while the human being part of her knew it was disgusting. Animal slaughter was not very fashionable to her.
Maybe she shouldn't mention the fur coat that her grandmother would be giving her whenever she passed...
For most of the walk back, Rachel kept silent. There was no point in adding fuel to the fire as Marco poked it annoyingly with a stick. Still, she was laughing inside about it all; a smile plastering onto her face further when she caught Tobias' eye until she was following his attention towards the sky. It brought her to an abrupt stop, craning her head back to try and follow the brilliant light as it zoomed across the blackness. "What the...? What is it?" she asked out loud.
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