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Well… It’s a long one. I hope you don’t mind how much I wrote your characters. đ
ReĂșven
They had exited the bus by an apartment complex. ReĂșven followed Liora while she continued to steady the young girl. Well, young was relative. They looked of an age if he thought about it.
Lelo set down the little boy, who clung to his pant leg sleepily. The little fingers didn’t appear to mind that Lelo’s clothing was more metallic that fabric.
Odd… But not the strangest thing ReĂșven had seen in this city. Lelo’s distraction was more concerning.
âSis, Iâve got to go.â
“Iâve a key.â The words were brave. She might have been asleep on her feet a second ago. Lelo only nodded.
âGood. Be safe.â
And with that he was gone. ReĂșven exchanged a look with Liora. She turned to the girl with that smile that was all sunbeams and sparkling water.
“Is your apartment nearby?”
“Yes.” The girl pointed to their left. “I can make it on my own. Thank you for helping.”
“Of course.” Liora smiled again but did not leave the girl’s side. They began walking toward the buildings.
Small hands bounced against ReĂșven’s thigh. He reached down and picked up the boy without another thought. Wide brown eyes stared into his own hazel pair. The kid slid the necklace he was playing with back into his mouth.
“My name’s Quincy. What’s yours?”
“ReĂșven.”
“Re..Ruven.” The syllables were probably confusing on the little tongue. ReĂșven grinned at Quincy.
“Perfect. Let’s go catch up with the ladies.”
“Positive.” Quincy quipped, as if that was a normal thing for a five year old to day. A five year old who had apparently had enough of naps and wanted answers to his thousand questions.
“Are you a soldier? I like your shirt. Is it a uni…uniform?” Pride at using such a big word gleam in his eyes.
“I’m not a soldier yet, but yes, this is a uniform.”
‘Are you gonna be a soldier guy?”
“Maybe.”
“Do you like cookies?”
“Of course I do.”
“Why do you talk funny?”
“I’m not from here.”
“Me neither.” The boy relaxed with a happy sigh. They had reached a set of stairs leading up to the second story apartments. Liora followed… Sylvia. That’s what the girl had said her name was while ReĂșven was facing his interrogation.
The steps rang out into the air below with a hollow thrum. Gum wrappers skittered up with them as if the wind had given them life of their own. One flew out into the abyss below.
They reached the landing before Sylvia tripped in her exhaustion. ReĂșven muttered a prayer of relief.
“Here’s the apartment.” She stopped and began fiddling with a key. The only likely reason was to open the door, but she kept missing the lock, chipping the gold enamel off the keyhole. Liora took the key with another of her smiles. The door was open in a moment.
A fresh scent of clean floors and pancakes wafted out to meet them. Comfortable home smells. ReĂșven set Quincy down so he could join Sylvia.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Brea (the library)Â
âPre Algebra. I wanted to skip a grade or two, but my parents made me stay in fifth. Apparently I don’t âspend enough time with kids my ageâ. But at least they’re letting me do advanced math.â
She looked down at her book and saw Benny waving up at her from between equations. She rolled her eyes and turned the page.
âWhat are you studying?â
I love that all three of them need stools to reach the counter XD
The Twins (cafeteria kitchen)
âI once had a⊠well, actually I don’t know what he was. Some kind of rodent.â Eddie sighed wistfully. âI miss that little guy.â
âI don’t,â Ellie said. âWe got rid of him after he started eating holes through our shipâs engine.â
She then noticed Seb at the sink and went to join him. Ed found a wooden spoon and began trying to teach the puppy to play fetch. The hard part was trying to get him to give the spoon back. After a minute of playing tug of war, Eddie picked him up, spoon and all, and put him on the counter.
âHe needs a name,â she said.
oh I was mostly teasing. Lol. đ
I would never be comfortable in a place like that from what it sounds like, but Rory might go just because he has no idea what is going on and what a dance even is. lol.
weâll see if he ends up peeking in there.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Okay, lol. It’s more of a whole-school-throws-a-party than a dance. I think more than half of the characters are going with friends or by themselves.
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I love that all three of them need stools to reach the counter XD
Plus, theyâre expected to get so much done all by themselves, in comparison with all the cafeteria workers. XD
Seb
âHa, nice. I used to have a white rat when I was five⊠Or was it a kitten? I could hold it in my hand.â Seb pulled a hand out of the sink and studied it.
It was very small. A thought tingled in the back of his mind; it probably wasnât supposed to be the same size as it used to be.
âWell.â Back to the question of the hour. Seb fondly scrubbed behind the puppyâs ear, covering it in soap foam. âHe has a couple patches that look like club symbols. There, on his right haunch and left shoulder. I thought we could call him Blackjack.â
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Ellie and Eddie (cafeteria kitchen)The girls both smiled.
âI think that’s perfect,â Eddie said.
Blackjack dropped his spoon and shook himself off, ficking soapy droplets onto the children’s faces. Then he settled down on a dish drying mat and rested his head on his paws.
Ellie did her work a lot more cheerfully now that Sebastian and his puppy were here. The pile of work was now slightly less daunting. She looked closely at Seb for a minute while drying some plates.
âYour head looks better,â she commented.
@whalekeeper Yes, that’s exactly how I imagined him! Sweet little Aussie pupper đ©”
@whalekeeper aww yes he should, that dog is so pretty!
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
We leaving Rory in the lurch again?
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Seb
“Oh, that.” Seb prodded his forehead with a sponge, which he figured would be the least painful prodding tool. The throbbing beat which had kept him company the entire day had disappeared in his sleep.
Normally he would try to think of something smart to say. His shoulders dropped, and he looked around for a few moments before he let out a deep breath. “Can I tell you something, Ellie?”
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@loopylin @whoever
I’m going to be completely honest. When I roleplay, I try to keep as much consistency as possible with the personalities because otherwise it’s too confusing for other people. This ends up causing issues though, because I might change things canonically, but leave everything the same in a roleplay.
This kid Seb has changed over the past six months, even a year, and I just don’t know what to do. He was so hyper and jokester-coded in this roleplay, and in my mind, that’s not right anymore. I’ve done a lot of work to make a character worth a POV in my project. He’s still a jokester, but now he’s an actual sensitive child with feelings and ambitions, in a group of protagonists.
I want to still have fun writing him here, but it feels… Weird? It feels weird to start treating him like a “serious” character. I don’t know what to do.
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*Leaves because my writer self is incredibly frustrated*
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My characters have all had some level of personality shifts and/or complete backstory rewrites since I first put them in here. Especially my Inky characters. The magic system is changing almost by the hour lol. I think Dante is probably the only one who hasn’t changed.
So I won’t be bothered at all if you’re inconsistent. You don’t have to worry about confusing other people on here. Just do whatever is fun for you. Everyone else can catch up.
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