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Nov 02, 2015 02:28PM
(( the edge of the mysterious force. this is the farthest out you can go from the building. ))
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Russell sat atop a large gray rock. It cut into his thighs and probably scraped his jeans, but the pain was a dulled ache at this point as he stared off towards the edge. He couldn't really see the barrier, but there was a little shine here and there, showing him that there truly was a wall there to stop him from leaving. The wind tickled his head, shaved to a buzz-cut to help with the little black curls, and instead of scanning the barrier -- to remind himself that the officer, his officer, wasn't coming -- he ran his fingers over the tiny little curls on his head. Atop a rock, atop a head, around the world he thought, and was so busy thinking up a poem to go with his little scrap of an idea he didn't notice the person near until he spoke.
Taking strolls alone was easy for Night. Especially since he was never really alone. One could say that he had become an introvert since arriving at the orphanage. But could you blame him? Today's walk had taken him to the outer edge, though he dutifully avoided the place where Prometheus had died. He couldn't see that spot again. He came out of the trees near the edge, and was startled to see someone perched upon a rock. "Hello," he said, mostly out of his own surprise than any need to say something.
Startled, Russell looked up. "Oh!" he yelped, wondering how long the boy had been there. "Hi!" He suddenly felt the pain on his thighs stronger than it really was, and carefully stood up, awkwardly putting out his hand. "I'm Russell," he said, hoping to relieve the social tension in the air. "I was, um, just -- sitting. Watching. For -- no one." He didn't know why he felt the need to fill the space, but he just felt like blabbering on.
"I'm Night," he said, trying to remember what to do with his hands. "I can see that." He gestured behind him, the way he'd come. "I was walking." They were both great at stating the obvious, weren't they? The voice speaking the thoigh sounded like Prometheus's, and Night sighed, ignoring it for the time being.((I'm gonna go to bed, as it's getting late here and I am so so tired, so I'll see ya))
(( OK. I'm wondering if I want to make my character bisexual or whatever 'cuz I never put in his sexuality :o ))
(( sorry i've taken so long ))
Russell finally decided to remain standing. Sitting would look like he didn't want Night to stay... Not that he was lonely, or that he wanted Night to stay, but he didn't want to be unfriendly... Shut up, stupid brain! he shouted silently to himself. What he really said was, "Walking, good. Good. Exercise, you know?" He internally slapped himself. What was going on in his stupid head? Why was he going on about exercising? "I -- uh, I walk, too." Vous êtes tellement stupides, Russell ! he screamed to himself, awkwardly standing there.
Night nodded, feeling rather awkward. "Yeah. Exercise." He shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking on his feet a little. "That's good. I guess." What are you even talking about? the voice said again, and Night really wished he could glare at it.
"I'm sorry, I made it awkward, didn't I?" Russell blurted, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans. "I've always been told 'L’évidence fait ressortir la n’est pas si évident en toi.'" He chuckled. "'The obvious brings out the not-so-obvious in you.'" He shook his head slightly, running his heads nervously over his tight curls.
Night shrugged. "I make it awkward enough on my own." He admitted, "it's a talent." He glanced towards the barrier, though he couldn't quite see it. He wondered if it was only visible if you knew it was there, but didn't bother considering the issue right then. "Are you French?" He asked instead.
"Yes," Russell said, smiling a little at the thought of those fields, the memories encased in the flowers and horses and rivers. "I was born there. I never knew my parents, so I never got a real home in France, but I was through the orphanages there in the very least." The breeze gave another gust and he squinted a bit, feeling his T-shirt ruffle in the breeze and stick to his chest.
Night nodded absently, shifting a little on his feet. "Well.I'm sorry you can't be there any more." He wished he knew what to say. His brother had always been the talker, but Prometheus couldn't be heard anymore — except by Night. "How long have you been here?"
"About a year," Russell said. Suddenly, a bit of pollen shot up his nose, and, sneezing, he felt his features shift, and -- no, no he thought, feeling his face. Instead of his usual nose, there was a bigger one there, instead of his usual curls, he had slicked back straight locks. His hands were lighter, his teeth felt crooked... Russell jumped in shock, even though he knew what was going on, and gasped a little.
"Oh." Night said, then stepped back in surprise. What wish caused that? said the voice in his head, and Night, forgetting himself, said, "I have no idea," in return. He sometimes forgot that these wishes had really odd consequences, especially since he's gotten so used to his own.
"I -- I'm sorry," Russell said, slipping up the ledge in his head that scaling would mean he would turn back to his usual self. His skin shifted a little, and he finally made it, becoming his usual self on the outside again. "My -- my wish made me like this, and I can't always control it." Running his hands through his hair again to insure that it was made of his curls, no one else's, Russell sighed. "My, uh, my officer, you know, for the orphanage switches, he always tries to move me. I wished I wouldn't ever be caught by him, so... Yeah, this is what I got from that."
Night nodded. He could understand that, in a way. "I guess it startles you too?" He asked, ignoring Prometheus's 'well, duh'. He could shut up for once. It certainly looked at though he had been a little surprised by the swift change, and Night couldn't blame him.
Russell nodded. "It's always a bit strange," he said, biting his lip. "Sometimes I wake up and I'm not myself, literally. It's just as weird for me as it is for everyone else, and in the very least no I am a bit better at controlling it. I used to be stuck in the other forms for hours, sometimes days."
"Wow." Night couldn't imagine that. "So you have better control now, I assume?" He stepped closer again, pushing his curly hair out of his face. It certainly seemed as though he did.
"I certainly hope so. Nothing like that incident has happened for a month." Russell rubbed his palms on his jeans again. "What about you, though? What was your wish?" He shifted on his feet, a little uncomfortable after standing for so long.
Night nodded, removing his hands from his pockets and rubbing them on his jeans. "Well I'm glad for that." He said, looking off towards the barrier again. "It was, I'm, to have my brother back. He...he died when we got here."
"I'm terribly sorry," Russell said, looking down at his shoes. To loose not only your parents, but also your sibling... He couldn't imagine something like that. The awkwardness seemed to grow as he stopped speaking, so he blurted, "I'm sorry for bringing that up."
Night shrugged. "Oh, it's all right. He's annoying anyway." He paused, before realizing he hasn't explained the consequences of the wish. "Sorry, that didn't make sense — he's a very annoying voice in my head."
Russell blinked a bit and then realized what must have happened after Night made his wish. "At least he's still there, right? He probably thinks you're more annoying than him." He smiled tightly.
Night snorted, only to have Prometheus confirm this, to which he scowled. "Oh, shut up, why don't you." He mumbled to Prometheus, then said, "He agrees with you." to Russel.
Russell chuckled. "Do tell him I say hello, then," he replied, smiling a bit. "And if he's really that annoying, I doubt your worse."
"He can hear you, he doesn't need me to tell him." Night shook his head. "Well I don't know about that. We can both be annoying. Can't we, Prometheus?" After a moment, Night nodded. "He says I'm right." He told Russell.
"Oh, well, then, hi, little voice in Night's head!" Russell smiled and ran his fingers back through his hair. "What is your brother's name?" he asked, wondering for a second what it would be like to have someone else in your head, talking to you. A bit maddening, probably, to never be alone, to always have someone there. Was it better than not having your brother there at all? Or was it nicer to have him there always, never leaving?
"His name's Prometheus." Night said, shrugging. "Our parents were really into Greek mythology; mine is Orpheus." He shook his head at the ridiculous name, ignoring Prometheus's 'at least you have a nickname'. Mostly.
"Ah," Russell noted. "Lovers of the tragic stories, too, I see? Sound like lovely people," he said, and instantly regretted saying it. Night had talked of them in past tense; he probably should have, too, but, no, he had to be his careless, clumsy self... Russell looked down at his feet again.
Night shrugged. "I guess so. We never really asked, you know?" He stuck his hands in his pockets again. Prometheus was nagging him about this whole thing — he wanted to know more about Russell — but Night wasn't going to make things more awkward than they were. Or so he thought. "Would you shut up?" He growled to Prometheus, annoyed by the nagging.
Russell looked up, thinking Night was talking to him... "Oh," he said, "is it -- are you talking to Prometheus?" He stopped himself from asking more about how it worked -- how it made sense for there to be two people in one head. But he did allow one question through -- "Does it ever hurt? Having your brother in your mind?"
Night nodded. "Yeah, sorry. He's being irritating." He started pacing a little. "No, not really. But I'm used to it now, I guess." He shrugged.
"Hmm." He bit his lip again. "It's so strange, here, how the Mysterious Force can defy all these laws of common sense and give people all these destructive wish results... I wondered, once, if it were a person, not just an evil, that did this to us all..." Russell shook his head. "Sorry, that was a bit dark."
(( So what would you like to do with this roleplay? ))
((I never have plans. Did you?))"No, it's a good thought." Night said. "I've wondered he same.... And if it isn't a person, the force had to come from somewhere, right?" Night spent a lot of time thinking, and this was a topic he'd thought plenty about.
(( Not really, I was just wondering if there was anything else you wanted to do with this. ))
"Exactly," Russell said, nodding. He shifted on his feet and looked down. The grass looked dry enough to sit on... "Would you like to sit down?" he asked.
((Okay))Night shrugged. Why not? "Sure," he said. He sat, drawing his knees up to his chest and locking his arms around his legs. "It's not a bad day. Weather-wise," he mused, knowing that the weather wasn't a good topic but unable to think of another.
Russell looked up, blinking at the sky. It was blue but scattered with little whispers of clouds, and while the sun peaked out from behind trees, it was cool and easy to see. "Yes," he agreed. "It might just be the best weather we've had all week."
Night nodded, reaching down and pulling up a handful of grass. "It really is..." He said, "do you think it'll stay like this?" He squinted up at the sky.
"I hope so!" Russell turned and peered into the far side of the sky; the clouds seemed to be moving closer, approaching from the sidelines, but they didn't seem to be very dark. "It appears those clouds over there," he pointed, "are coming towards us, but I don't think they're rain clouds."
Night leaned back to see where Russell was pointing. "Hard to say..." He said. "I guess we'll find out, won't we?" Prometheus was chanting 'it's gonna rain' over and over. He really had turned into a child after death.
"Are you okay?" Russell asked, looking sharply at Night for a moment. "You look like there's a thunderstorm just above your head." The grass under him shook a bit with the small breeze.
Night blinked, looking back at Russell. "Oh, just Prometheus being irritating." He shrugged, and decided to just lay down on the grass. It was nicer than you might expect, and sitting up was too much effort right then.
Nodding, Russell stretched his legs out, feeling the ground with his hands. The grass felt like the hair he'd had when he'd changed. "Ah," he replied, smoothing and pulling at the strands on the ground. "What's he saying?"
"He keeps saying that it's gonna rain," Night said, sounding bored with the whole thing. "And now he's insisting that he's right." He sighed. "I'm sorry about him."
Russell smiled a bit. "It's fine," he said. "I do believe it will rain just a little bit, anyway." He looked back towards the clouds again. "Maybe a sprinkle for just a few minutes."
Night looked in the same direction, nodding. "I think you're right. Should we go inside anyway, just in case?" He didn't really want to go inside, where he got odd looks from everyone, no matter the fact that they were all weird too.
"If that's okay with you," Russell said. "It's getting a little chilly." The sun, indeed, was moving down, down by the minute. "We could get food, it is dinnertime."
"Is it?" Night hadn't noticed. "That's probably a good idea, then." He would simply have to deal with being inside for a time. He stood back up, brushing off his pants.
(( 'k so do you want to end it here or move to the dining hall? ))
