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Okay, I’ll add this girl. Not just for the drama, but because I would love to develop her voice more.
And I’ll just throw her in without the intro :]
Queenie
Queenie blew a white ringlet out of her eye, and pulled up her metal-crusted arm with all her might.
Usually it didn’t take too much strength to use her everyday prosthetic. But tonight, the arm hissed and squealed like a one-eyed cat. And her leg wasn’t much better.
“Do you need help?” The night-hour tutor asked kindly.
Queenie looked up from her bent over position, stained-glass goggles hung under her tough jaw. “Amen to that.”
She and the tutor managed to sling the satchel over her shoulder. When she looked up, the entire class was watching with respectful eyes, as if wishing her a good night.
And no wonder. She had helped most of them with the extra-credit work, just by coughing really loudly whenever the tutor said something important.
With a polite bob of the head, the bent girl limped out of the room.
She couldn’t sit or stand up straight well. But some she met treated her like a towering mother of reform.
If only she could sit down on the floor, pull a level, and fly down the halls – like a glorious aeroplane. You couldn’t ding yourself up in the air.
Something touched her, and she looked down.
Everest took Queenie’s normal hand in her little pale one. “Dead things must congregate.”
“You’re thinking of gravity.” Queenie held her mechanical fist to the ceiling lights, until steam whizzed out and it fell down to her side. “And everything listens to gravity, both dead things and living things. You’re with me, chicklet, and that’s proof enough.”
Everest sighed. “Bastian would understand…”
“There!”
Everest shut her mouth like a guillotine.
“I hate watching you pine away more than usual. You’re best friends! Twin saints at the reckoning.”
“Best friends…” The ghost-like girl stared out a nearby window, as if seeking the memory of companionship. “A friend is an emotional construction meant to automatically bypass an initial threat response…”
Queenie almost face-palmed, but stopped before she knocked herself out.
They headed down the school steps and sat on a stone wall, along the side. There, white skirts tucked under, they could watch the cars and the stars.
“Everything is a mountain”
@whalekeeper Thanks! Yeah, I did :]
I love all of those nicknames. Does Sebastian ever get annoyed with them? XD
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Oooo yayy new Whaley characters! 💕
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Jr
“Lordling Nahim Jr. And because I’m in a good mood, I’ll tell you my real name is Alpha Grath, which happens to be the name of a deadly disease that’s killing me! Fun!” Despite his smile as he spoke the words, he slammed his knife back into his sheath, harder than advised.
He’s in a weird mood, both happy kinda and upset about Grathmere.
"You need French Toast."
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Lois
“Wow… there’s a lot more people in here than I thought there would be.”
Lois stood in the open doorway of his dorm room. A couple of the boys looked over at him. He pushed up his glasses and walked over to his bed, ready to change out of his slimed outfit.
(No one actually has to interact with him, if you don’t want to. He’s just tired and wants to go to bed, so here he is.)
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Ami
”That’s fun.” Ami smiled softly. “I’m curious though,” she sat on the bed and crossed her legs, “where do you guys come from?”
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With a soft sigh, Fynn slid off Lukas’s bed and onto his own, away from the other boys. Fynn hadn’t been paying attention and wasn’t sure what was going on anymore. He almost bumped into a guy covered in slime. “Woah.” Fynn backpedaled, holding up his hands. “What happened to you?”
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
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Lois
Lois looked more tired and annoyed than usual, not necessarily with the guy talking to him, but just with life in general.
“My friend hugged me,” he said flatly.
(I almost said “girlfriend”, but then remembered that this coward hasn’t officially asked her out yet lol)
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Dante
“Delightful.” He watched Jr carefully, unsure what to make of him yet. His posture was loose and casual, but ready to spring into action in case his new acquaintance decided to actually use one of his blades.
“Are you a student here?” he asked through his smile.
Ellie
“Getwinn. Zelcin star system. It’s a big planet, so it’s got higher gravity. That’s why people from my species are so, uh, small.” She sat up straighter and lifted her chin a little. “Eddie and I are actually a little taller than average.”
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Jr
“Nih. I’m just here for my sister.” Jr’s good mood was fading away, and now even his brows were slightly furrowed. He again drew and fingered his blade, but his movements were slow, not wishing to startle this Dante.
“Any siblings?”
"You need French Toast."
We need to think up a ship name…
Nar
Nar blushed, and smiled but differently than before. It wasn’t her wide warm smile, but instead a soft,bsweet one, personalized for Hugo.
“Thank you, for your confidence in me.”
"You need French Toast."
Dante
The corner of Dante’s mouth twitched. “One. She’s not here.”
He changed the subject quickly. “If you’re not a student, then where are you staying? If you don’t mind me asking, of course. I need a place to stay myself. Preferably somewhere cheap. But if you can’t help, that’s fine.”
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Jr
“I’m very unfamiliar with these cities, I only know that the school has dorms for the students. I’m staying here for a semester, watching over Narray. Haven’t really thought about my own boarding yet, but as long as you don’t mind sharing somewhere with a knife-throwing maniac who gets up at really weird hours, we can find I place and I pay for most of it. I don’t mind or care.” He balanced his knife perfectly on the tip of one of his fingers, cocking his head to an odd angle.
"You need French Toast."
Oh, I’ve got a name combo! Team Hurray 😝
Hugo
“Sure, anytime,” Hugo beamed.
As he held her hand, his sleeve pulled back, revealing his watch. The night was still young, but with school potentially on the menu tomorrow, it would not be wise to stay up longer.
“It was a pleasure to talk, Miss Nar.” Hugo stood up, and she followed. “I hope you didn’t mind spending time with me quite as much as your brother did!”
“I didn’t mind,” Nar blushed.
“So…” Hugo held his arms out for a hug, with a shy grin. “You’ll maaaaybe go to the dance with me?”
“Everything is a mountain”
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