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for me or wild??

i'm on now, finishing my second character so i can rp bc currently elliot's being angsty

Ɖɼ⏶ɠ☼™ ȶɦę ƈƴąȵ ɓ ͦ ͦ ₖ ꬼᶒꭉȡ wrote: "{ you must have spent an hour writing that }"

{{it was only 30 minutes actually uvu}}

Elliot walked along the beach, watching his feet sink into the damp sand with every step he took. His skin stung from the salty air and his hair had some bits of sand in it. Every so often he looked out to the sea that stretched to the horizon, watching the waves and wondering what secrets they carried. He wondered if it had been the waves that had washed away his past, or the small raft he had been too afraid to leave. Or perhaps it had been the blazing sun, bleaching his memories and his hair simultaneously. He wondered a lot, but he never really knew. Everything about him was a theory. He examined the bracelets on his wrists, pushed them back to reveal paler skin. He'd clearly worn them for a long time. Maybe he liked making them. It was probably true. But maybe there was another reason, as there aways could be. They could be friendship bracelets; the memories they'd long contained faded by the saltwater and sun. He looked at his hands, examining the nicks and scratches over his knuckles and fingers. Were they paper-cuts or signs of a little boy who played outside? He exchanged looks with a pelican as it bobbed on the waves. Was he familiar with the sea, or was he experiencing a newness without knowledge of its significance? He knew there was something out there, far away, past the horizon and the pelicans and the sun that warmed the sea. He knew there was something out there, because if there wasn't...
If there wasn't, that meant that he had come from nothing. That he was nothing. He kicked the ground and a spray of sand was blown back into his face by the wind, never content to leave him to his misery. He spat. He didn't feel like nothing. Of course, he wouldn't know what nothing felt like, would he? There was a shout from far away, back at the academy. It was probably Croissant Boy. He ignored it. He waded into the sea, let it wet his feet so that when he walked back to the dry sand it would stick like inefficient cement. Why did he do something that would inevitably cause him discomfort? Only in the moment were his actions fulfilling. Was it always that way? Or was the lack of past spurring his actions, as if his brain was trying to create a new past as soon as possible; trying to fill the void where memories once were with actions, whether or not they were reasonable?

Elliot stood abruptly, stuffing the rest of the croissant into his mouth and dumping out his drink. He strode out of the cafeteria, face blank and pallid.

He flinched. "If you have a home." he retorted bitterly. "You could be an orphan for all you know." He scowled at his hands. Did she remember more than him? What was it about him? What had he forgotten? Did he even miss it?
{{sorry for the late responses, internet problems}}

Elliot cursed, glancing at Apollo before looking up at Hunter. He watched the shadows disperse as if they had been shattered, and he couldn't help but gape at Hunter, astonished.

Elliot was relieved to be left alone to his wallowing. He finished his drink and eyed the rest of his croissant. It would be a waste to not eat it, even if someone else had given it to him. He took a piece of it and ate it, chewing thoughtfully. Why did he even care if someone gave him something, really? It was a good croissant. Of course, he'd never say any of this out loud. He heard an incessant scritching sound, and he looked up to complain, but something stopped him. 'I have better crois- things to eat- do.' he reminded himself.

it's called analogies and overanalyzing things



my specialities

Elliot, relieved at any distraction that may cause the Croissant Giver to forget about his passionate croissant disembowelment fest, engaged with Hunter in the usual manner. "I'd say you can call me Rhodes, but I'd rather you not call me," he answered, not looking up from his food.

they are
and just like edible hugs, they can feel suffocating to if too large or meaningless if received too often, but rarely does one entirely refuse a croissant in any and all occasions. and just like hugs, those who are not interested in croissants should not be mocked for their preferences, and instead should be understood and respected.

{{that's at least a good 20% of it}}
Now this, Elliot was truly shocked by. He snatched the croissant quickly with slightly shaky hands, as though he was afraid his croissant privileges would be revoked. He looked at it, eyebrows raised, and bit into the corner. It was soft and buttery, although lukewarm and slightly squished. It was amazing. He peeled apart the layers, forgetting for a moment the source of the croissant in favour of dissecting his pastry of choice. After eating one of the smaller strips, he looked up and remembered exactly who had given this flaky treat to him. His face cooled from delight to indifference and quickly finished his sandwich.

yeah. that's honestly part of why i went for it, because he can probably stand most of Elliot's trash

Elliot fumed, unsure of what to say but sure that he was angry. "You just- what?" He picked the worst thing to nitpick. "Technically that wasn't half of my sandwich since I've already eaten about a third of it. So really, you only stole a third of my sandwich." 'What even was that? "You only stole a third of my sandwich"? Get your s(oops) together!' Elliot glared at Apollo as he took a long slurp from his drink. It was hard to maintain said glare, as his mouth was being corroded by fruit-punch flavoured acid.

that doesn't mean he's not gonna be rude at first tho ;-;
god elliot why do you have to be so ugh?? you make it very hard for people to like you-

niceee

{{i mean so long as it's not disruptive i don't really think it matters personally???}}

hmm
Noodle what do you think of Apollo and Elliot??

Ɖɼ⏶ɠ☼™ wrote: "Ɖɼ⏶ɠ☼™ wrote: "{Mind if I be a pain? If you do then don't click the spoiler!RσƖєρƖαу ιѕ ιη Ƭнιяɗ Ƥєяѕση, Ƥαѕт Ƭєηѕє, αηɗ Mυѕт Ɓє Aт Lєαѕт Ƭняєє Lιηєѕ, Ɲσт Ƭняєє Sєηтєηcєѕ
The rule explains itself. ..."

{{no, i'm glad you reminded me of the rules i hold myself to as a writer. if you're actually a mediocre writer, it's not hard to write 3 lines if you try. this way i can prove to myself that i'm not a useless peice of dirt}}

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