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Apr 21, 2014 04:06PM
Gravel paths that wind around the large institute estate
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Kryo sat in a chair to the side of a path, relaxing. He brushed his hand through his white hair, yawning softly. He didn't feel like doing anything.
Micha walked calmly down the path, a little buzzing, firey look in her eyes. She hadn't killed anyone in days, and the feeling was getting to her. She paused when she came upon a guy, sitting in a chair a little ways off the path. She tilted her head down at him, and hummed, "Hello there."
"Hello," Kryo said, violet eyes looking up at her. She didn't look cool(Literally) enough to be a child of ice. She was one of the fire girls, obviously. He didn't want to be bothered, so he made no more effort to engage in conversation.
"Props to you for being a talkative flutterbudget," Micha mocked, adding the last word accidentally. "Or is it just your icey personality?" Teasing came easily to her, or at least better than it would to her brothers. She leaned against a tree, cautious to not stand too near to him. Yet.
"I'm not sure. Perhaps," Kyro said, shrugging and looking back up to the sky. He could make it snow, if he felt like it, but why would he? There wasn't really a point to it. Or was there? Maybe he would. Or not.
"Does that mean you don't know who you are, then?" Michigan asked. "Or you really rather not answer? Such a sad state to be in. Everyone has to sometime. Maybe even more than once." She didn't bother to clarify what, exactly, though she meant not knowing who he was.
"Does anyone know who they really are?" Kryo asked. With that, he was silent again, not in the mood to answer his own question. He didn't think it needed an answer, though one could certainly be given.
"Good question. One I can't answer, because I cannot read minds, nor am I a God. Now, I guess the next question would be whether you know your name or not," Micha continued, not bothered by his choice to answer her inquiry with another.
"My name is Kryo," he replied, shrugging. He didn't really care about anything that was going on around him, really.
Eria's eyes were closed but she continued walking on the well worn path. Eria couldn't see where she was walking so she bumped into a boy who was talking to a fire girl."Sorry didn't see you, actually I couldn't see anything."
She said to the boy who she didn't know the name of.
"Does that mean you're blind?" Micha asked, taking it seriously. For someone who spoke so sarcastically on a regular basis, she wasn't too keen on other people's jokes. Already she had forgotten to offer her own name.
Kyro was not amused. "There are too many people who walk nowadays..." he murmured, sighing. He didn't care for conversation, and much less for bumping.
"And you can't walk?" Michigan narrowed her eyes at Kryo, starting to become mildly confused, though she didn't show it. Mostly she just looked annoyed, which was how she looked, usually, when she wasn't flirting or killing. Both of which took up so much of her time.
Eria ignored both of them and kept walking.I'm not here to make friends
Eria thought to herself as she kept walking.
"Of course I can walk. I'm just tired of meeting other people here, and if they didn't walk, I wouldn't, because they wouldn't be out here," Kryo said, shrugging. He sounded bored. Well, he always sounded bored.
"See? You do seem to know yourself. That's good information, you know. And of course you're right, about no one seeming to know themselves anymore. More power to you for being ahead of this particular, annoying trend," Michigan replied, not caring at all that he seemed to want be left alone.
"I think you're mistaken. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I'm the least likely person to know themselves," Kryo said, yawning. "But I don't really care."
"Nope. I'm hardly ever mistaken," Micha boasted. "Well, I try not to be. But you kind of have to make up your mind here. Do you, or do you not know yourself? It's a simple enough question. Not that you could know the perfect answer, even if you thought you did."
"I don't have to do anything. I could stay indecisive my entire life and it wouldn't matter, because nothing really matters, if you think about it. There's no real point to anything," Kryo said. "That's the cold reality to life. When you think of a reason to do something, there's always a reason why you shouldn't."
"That's a sad way to live life. If there wasn't a reason to be here, or do anything, then why are we all here?" Michigan asked, frowning. "That's never come up when I think about 'it'."
"We're here due to a chain of events of random, perfect coincidence. And I have no idea what 'It' you are referring to," Kryo said, eyes remaining closed.
"Not the best logic I've heard. For your sake, I hope you don't think like that about everything, but to each his own, I guess. I do have another question, though. What makes you want to keep going if you think everything is worthless?" Micha questioned, pursing her lips.
"The pursuit of laziness," Kryo answered simply, not bothering to elaborate. He did what he wanted, only when he wanted to, and where he wanted to do it. He had no desire to be active, even when there was something that others felt worth doing. He performed his basic functions with little to no effort, did his schoolwork in a split-second in his mind, and left it at that.
"That's what satisfies you?" Michigan's face now showed more confusion than she was used to, but she shook her head. "I don't know you, but you seem to know yourself better than you think you do. And if you're... fine with being the way you are, good luck.“ She looked down at him one last time before giving a wave and walking back down the path.
((One minute. I'll go see the other topics. Unless you don't want to continue.))
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((Okay. I just sent a message to Alex to ask if I could make more topics, or at least for more to be made.))
((ay yo))Coal sat underneath a tree, headphones silencing the world around her. The sounds of gentle alternative music were easy to work to-and even though the courtyard was mostly empty, it felt good to distance herself from whatever people might decide to disturb her.
