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Apr 22, 2014 07:17PM
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Cleo sighed, Bekah and wandered off, and now she was left alone. She snuck back into the room, knowing Bekah didn't want River alone. She sat in a far corner, humming her song. Watching over River.
Well, River wasn't that oblivious. "What are you doing?" he asked, wondering why she kept watching him.
This really bugged him. What was she doing? Why couldn't girls just give straight answers?!?
Cleo laughed at his expression and got up, dusting her jean legs.
"I'm going to try to fathom the double meaning of the word 'nothing.'"
Cleo rolled her eyes, and circled River. "So... You're not going to try to run?" she asked smirking. "Girls scare you don't they?" she added laughing.
"No," he replied, considering this, "Girls just confuse me. I'm not afraid of very much at all."
Cleo smirks, "Then why'd you chase Bakah away?" she asks relishing in his uncomfortableness.
"I didn't chase Bekah away," He replied calmly, refusing to let her words bother him, "Everybody needs time to themselves."((Gtg!))
((( Byeeee )))Cleo shrugs then her mean, faker, demeanor faded. "You okay?" she asks.
"Yeah..." he sighed, "That's just a very frightening thing to show somebody."
Cleo shrugs again thinking about the pictures, they weren't all that bad. "Well, I guess sometimes we need to vent and the only way Catron could was by finding a way out of his pain. Imagining." she replies, more to herself than River really.
"I can understand that..." River said slowly, "But it's scary that he even thinks those things..."
Cleo nodded along, unconsciously humming. "Yeah.. It's unfortunate" she mutters. "So, are you Erudite born?" She asks trying to change the convo.
River shook his head to Cleo's question and looked up, hearing Catron and Bekah enter.
Cleo sighed, and slowly retreated backwards into her corner sensing she wasn't needed anymore.
River nodded, vaguely wondering what had happened, but knowing that she wouldn't want him trying to help. He turned back to Cleo to find her gone. "Where'd you go?" he asked, looking around.
Cleo looked up at River, "Right here" she muttered quietly, looking up at him through her long eyelashes. ((( I'm making things so dramatic, it's cause I'm boooreed )))
He turned and almost jumped. "Wow. Really? You've been right there? Okay, then."
Cleo laughed, and leaned her head back against the wall. "Right here" she repeated smiling. "So, you interested in any of fine arts?" she asks randomly, thinking about Catron's art skills.
His eyebrows creased. "The fine arts? No, not really... Not unless eating is a fine art..."
((( Awh bye! )))Cleo smirked, "I don't think so, but maybe developing flabs is" she says pointing to his stomach laughing.
((( What page is River's profile on, in the character creation thing? )))
Cleo followed Bekah's gaze, "Youre worried about him?" she asked.
((( Gtg sowwy. Night )))Cleo frowned, "He'll be fine" she tries to reassure.
River glanced down at his stomach to make sure they were joking then looked up to join the conversation.
Benedict walked in, keeping close to the wall to try and avoid confrontation. It didn't help that he was nearly 6 feet tall, but at least he was no longer in his bright red amity shirt.
River glanced at the new arrival. Wow. He was pretty tall... It bugged him that he was no longer the tallest in the room.
He quickly snagged a bed in the corner and perched on the edge, drumming his fingers against his leg anxiously. Slowly, he gazed around the room, analyzing the other initiates.
((( CJ, what page is River's profile on? )))Cleo saw the new kid, and smirked. Finally, some fun. She felt awkward where she was in her corner, and her bed was too close to the new kid's. So she went and sat on River's instead.
Inhaling slowly, Benedict looked up adjusted his glasses. He suppressed his amity urge to strike up a conversation and settled for silence. Finally, he couldn't take it any more and said to no one in particular. "I'm Benedict. Benedict James." He immediately felt foolish.
Cleo smiled at him, "Cleo, Cleo Bane" she replied trying hard not to smirk at his nerdiness.
((Page 10, comment 492. I'm sorry. I could've sworn I commented that, already... Oh, well.))"Okay, then, Benedict," River nodded to him absently, raising an eyebrow at Cleo.
((( Haha, it's fine. And for anybody that wants to check it out. I reposted Cleo's on page 17 )))Cleo glanced back at River, "I'm bored" she mouthed.
He knew he was being mocked. It was quite obvious actually. The slight raise in the eyebrow, the occasional 7 second pause between blinks and the ever so slight pull of her lip. Then he realized it was that exact sort of analysis that he was being mocked for.
"Nice to meet you. You, um, a transfer?" he asked, cringing at how awkward he sounded. Where was that amity chatter when he needed it?
"Nice to meet you. You, um, a transfer?" he asked, cringing at how awkward he sounded. Where was that amity chatter when he needed it?
"Yep, Dauntless born, Dauntless raised" she replied forcing her smirk into a slight smile instead. Her eyes were twinkling with amusement. "You?"
River just rolled his eyes. He hadn't remembered Cleo from Dauntless. Ah, well. He didn't remember anybody, it seemed.
River glanced back at River, her smirk returning full on. He was being such an ass.
"Cleo, you're not fooling anybody. You keep fluttering your fingers ever so slightly. I'd say it's subconscious and a reflex. You want to break free of rules. Dauntless isn't exactly an accepting faction, so you probably got reprimanded for being intelligent. You have high self confidence because you're looking me directly in the eye right now despite that I'm a total stranger. You're also right handed because your right shoulder is higher than your left. Shall I go on? Because I can."
He sat back, daring her to contradict him, but he knew it was all true. Like Sherlock Holmes said, "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."
He sat back, daring her to contradict him, but he knew it was all true. Like Sherlock Holmes said, "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."
"Oh, and I'm from Amity," he added, remembering her initial question.
Cleo was grinning full on, she hadn't met anyone who was like her in a long, long time. She hid it though, because she didn't want to seem like a freak. Though on the inside she was constantly judging people, analyzing them until there was nothing left. Black paper. "Actually" she started, "I'm not right handed, I might have been but not anymore" she replied choosing to be ambiguous.
"Amity" she murmured looking him over, "I can tell" she added.
"Interesting..." River grinned, looking at Cleo. "He nailed you!"
Cleo glared at River, "I'm not that easily read" she told him, though her eyes were shining bright. She presses her hands under her legs to stop her fingers from rhythmically tapping out things in Morse code.
He nodded at the girl who introduced herself as Bekah and then turned back to Cleo. "Most people don't realize how easy it is. The subconscious is a fascinating thing. It often tells you more than the messages you send out consciously. I read about it in a psychology book when I was 10. Did you know-?" He stopped instinctively. Amity never really understood his intelligent babble and by now their eyes were usually glazed over and he was left with nodding, smiling shells.
