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@koshka. Well…Riker and Erich are making a plan to stop Edrich/Aramis/Adolphus/Dietrich too, so…they could totally meet up. XD
You wanna introduce them? đ Leo can be with Riker/Erich too. đ
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Okay, this is going to be a little funny.
Almarrin
Long lines of students were gathering for lunch, the mess hall (that’s what he calls it) quickly filling. With his back firmly planted in the wall, Almarrin shifted to gain a better view.
Three boys were coming this way, although there were many tables still open closer to the line. He frowned and dumped the jello cup into his empty plate, memories of Christmas feasts back home among the wood elves flitting behind his eyes. He pushed the glob of tasteless slime away.
The three had come close enough for him to distinguish their individual voices describing their last class. None of them seemed to like it much…but why were they over here?
Almarrin carefully searched the room untill the reason showed himself in the lunch line.
They were going to eat as far away from the winged brat as possible.
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@koshka. Oh…hehe…XDXDXD
Riker
Riker glanced at Aramis again as Erich and Leo continued to talk about their dislike of social studies.
They were going to stay as far away as possible from Aramis, even if they had to eat on the floor.
Ahah, a mostly empty table, except for one boy, whom Riker hadn’t seen before now.
“Erich, Leo, come on.” Riker whispered, motioning for them to follow him.
Erich and Leo did so, and they all sat at the table, still talking about social studies as they walked over.
“Oh, hey there. Don’t think I’ve seen you before.” Erich greeted with a grin and wave at the boy, young man, more like, already sitting at the table.
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Yes, I consider Aramis the brat of the bunch. XD
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They’re all brats, but he’s the worst. XD
Almarrin
He looked at the boy for a long moment, before a small smile turned up the corner of his mouth, softening his otherwise hard features. “Not many do. I’m Almarrin Woden. Welcome to my table. Any if you like…whatever this stuff is?” He waved a hand to the glistening glob on his plate.
One of the boys smiled. “Jello? Of course.”
Shoving the plate towards him, Almarrin’s sea grey eyes scanned the room once more. The winged brat had toppled someone’s tray, but otherwise appeared to be in a good mood.
The boys settled into the three remained seats. Perfect, they were all tall enough to give him cover, yet not so tall as to bloke his view, and with no more seats left it was less likely anyone would come this direction.
Although the way they had been hiding from Aramis made him want to stand between them with his gun out. Not that he had it at school…
“And the rest of you are?” He offered another small smile.
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And sorry that was so late; we stopped for dinner.
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@koshka. You’re fine! Totally understand! đ I love Almarrin. XD
Leo
âAnd the rest of you are?â Almarrin smiled a small, faint smile.
Erich looked up from where he was eating the Jello already and grinned. “I’m Erich.”
“Riker Schind.”
“…And I’m Leo. Leo Baumann.”
Almarrin nodded and smiled. “Nice to meet all of you. I saw you were…avoiding the brat.”
“Aramis? Oh, yeah, he’s a brat alright. Though that’s not the exact word I would use…” Erich mused, “but that word is a lot less nice, so I won’t say it.”
Riker snorted before clearing his throat.
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Aww, me too.
Almarrin
He looked at Erich, then shook his head. “Not nice? Or nasty.” The boys glanced at each other. Almarrin lowered his voice. “Call him Pe-channas if you must. It is certainly nice enough for his kind.” Empty headed idiot.
Ruler’s brow furrowed as he silently sounded out the word, but Erich leaned forward. “What does that mean?”
Almarrin smiled, slipped a pocket knife out, and fell to cleaning the blade. Leo covered a smile.
“Where are you from?” Almarrin glanced up at the boys, then scanned the room before dropping the knife back into his pocket and planting his back against the wall.
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Fork the GorkHey, should we transport Luna’s group to after class?
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Ugh! It ato-corrected Riker to Ruler for some reason.
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Oh! I was just thinking about what my charries would do at lunch! Y’all are awesome.
By the way, I feel kinda like I need to put on a content warning. Nothing is really stated, but some pretty nasty things are aludes to, including addiction, abuse, profanity, and immorality. Yikes!
Alwin
Finally, he was out of class. He didn’t think he could listen to another so called fact on the fundamentals of blah blah blah.
His mind was on other things.
A quick break to chill with his lighter, and one of those things was taken care of. For now.
He ground his teeth.
The other thing was harder to settle. He hadn’t seen the little white haired kid again, and his heart sank at that. The way the little guy had run off without saying a word bit into his conscience like a mosquito with malaria.
Something wasn’t right. He knew what dysfunctional looked like. He knew it from the inside.
Alwin stopped in an alcove to retie his shoelaces, but instead of getting up afterwards, he just sat down. Let his head lean against the wall behind him for a moment while he let his mind cool.
Some of those memories burned a little.
He shook his head and scrambled to his feet, biting his tongue so hard he tasted blood.
He had to get away from that. To lunch. He needed to eat.
That was where he was going after all. To lunch.
“Hey, it’s Alwin, isn’t it.” A loud voice spoke behind him just as he stepped into the cafeteria. His head snapped up and he looked about, trying to identify the source.
Oh no.
Two familiar brown eyes stared him down.
Rupert.
Alwin turned and ducked into the line, his fists stuffed into his pockets.
His mother had pinched and scraped every year for the past while so he could come here instead of to his own school. She’d wanted him to get a good education, but she’d also somehow understood the difficulties he faced there. It had been hard, leaving his friends, but it had been better here.
Except for times like this, when he wished Walter was still with him.
“Come on, don’t play shy. You know me.” Rupert was right behind him.
“So I do. Hi.” Alwin took his tray and tried to deflect the situation. A nearby table offered just the escape. “Good to see you.”
What a lie.
Rupert followed him, and there was a little band behind him.
“What’ve you been up to?”
Alwin looked up causally and shrugged. “School.”
“Your mother?”
Chills crept down Alwin’s spine. “Work.”
“Really? Is that all?” Laughter. Rupert seemed to take confidence in his little band of friends and stepped close.
“Look here.” His voice was a hiss and his nose was inches from Alwin’s own. “We don’t need your type around here.”
Alwin didn’t blink. “Really? How’s my type worse than yours?”
Hoots. Rupert’s eyes narrowed further. “You dirty _______! I’ll bet your _____ -”
A large, grown up hand suddenly clapped itself over Rupert’s mouth.
“What do you think you’re doing, young man, using that kind of language here?”
Alwin squirmed, trying to scrub away the long string of just as foul insults he was about to hurl back. The band behind Rupert had evaporated.
“He…” Rupert gulped. “He insulted my father!”
“Really. Then I need to bring both of you.”
No. No! Alwin’s face grew white. So much for being inconspicuous.
“I, I just… He…” He groaned and slung on his backpack. “Yes, sir.”
His stomach growled.
Maybe Mother would have something at home. Maybe.
(Who else is SO excited about how Alwin’s life is healed when he’s saved? Like, this is based off a load of real stories, all ending in triumph.)
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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Paxton
Paxton glanced at Wolfgangâs two brothers, keeping his head a bit low. He shrunk slightly as Jakobâs eyes met his. He looked a bitâŚuneasy about something.
UpsetâŚ
Paxton turned his gaze to Reuben instead, studying the boyâs clothes rather then his face.
He tilted his head, noticing the splotches of color that stood out amongst his otherwise plain clothing. Paxtonâs eyes roved, finding the same splotches of color on the boyâs fingers.
Paint?
Paxtonâs eyes lit up slightly.
Reuben glanced at him.
Wolfgang leaned over, âYou okay?â He whispered.
Paxton started slightly. He nodded quickly, blushing slightly at having been caught staring. He turned his attention back to the teacher and the lesson.
Arabella
Ara grilled November good arm, gently giving it a squeeze. She could feel a gentle heat on her face as she did so, but tried to ignore it.
November needed her right nowâŚ
Class had been⌠a bit roughâŚ
With everyone whisperingâŚstaringâŚ
And he already had trouble with his classesâŚ
And now, they were entering lunch. AndâŚit seemed as though everyone was staringâŚ
November flushed, his steps stopping. Ara glanced at him, gently pulling him forward along the food line.
Whispers filled the air. She watched as his ears tinted pink at the words. He winced.
Her brows furrowed, she bit her lip.
âitâs not trueâŚnone of it. They know thatâŚâ
âDo they?â He whispered.â
She sucked in a breath, releasing his arm as she grabbed her own tray. The two scanned the room, looking for a table.
None of their friends had arrived yet, and all of the tablesâŚfilled with studentsâŚLooked soâŚ
Intimidating.
She could practically feel the anxiety wafting off of her best friend as she stood, still as a stone. Could nearly feel his heart beating rapidly.
âCome onâŚâ She offered a small smile, taking her tray in one hand, using the other to grip his good hand.
The two slowly made their way through tables, searching for a place to sit.
âWell, good to see youâre on your feet, Red.â
Aramis called from his seat at a table right at Novemberâs left. The ginger-haired boy stiffened, eyes widening as he caught sight of the winged young man.
Aramis stood from his seat, making him face to face with November.
âLeave him alone, Aramis.â Ara glared, stepping in front of November.
âAww, need your little girlfriend to save you?â Aramis smirked. Ara and November blushed, though Ara held her glare.
âCome on, N.â She gently squeezed his hand.
âHey. Hold it,â Aramis grabbed Araâs arm. She jerked away but he didnât let go.
November scowled, pushing Aramis away with his good hand. âDonât you touch her!â Aramis stumbled back into his bench. He looked up, eyes flaring. He stood, fists clenched.
âDidnât you learn before,â he hissed under his breath.
Ara felt Novemberâs fingers lace tighter around hers, his face paling, but he stood taller, stepping in front of her slightly.
She looked up at him, eyes sparkling.
OhâŚshe loved himâŚ.so muchâŚ
She blushed, shaking the thought from her head.
âNâŚitâs fineâŚâ She insisted quietly.
âDonât m-mess with herâŚâ November said softly.
âOr what?â Aramis glared, stepping closer.
November sucked in a breath, his sling shuffling. Aramis glanced at his wounded arm, smirking.
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#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@elishavet-pidyon agh poor Alwin!!!
alsoâŚ.so I donât wanna be hard to get along with at all!! And I do have things Iâve read with a bit of language but I just would really prefer on here (since with this sight it is one place I know for a fact is a okay as a Liberty) if it could be âHe cursedâ She cursedâ kinda keep it to that?
idk if that makes senseâŚ
XD XD XD!! But it didnât bother me really but just thought Iâd ask!!
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebLol! I get that! I actually prefer that too.
You should have seen what I had written as a going sparking thought for this RP. It used the word “cursie”. XD
Anyway, yeah. I blanked it like that because I was expeirementing with how to say without saying things, but I am WAAYY more comfortable with leaving even the intent vague.
It’s really odd for me to write from a lost POV. I hadn’t really realized how much it could possibly entail. Alwin’s thought process is bitter, despairing, not one I like to really think about.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@elishavet-pidyon I totally get that and ROFL ABOUT THE THOUGHT IDEA THING XD!!!
But Alainâs POV is really good and itâs gonna be so great when he becomes redeemed!! In this AU EVEN!!!
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb
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