(view spoiler)[Really sorry, Ali!!!!! I found two old posts I had written on a spur of inspiration, and I revised it; I hope it's not too bad because I wanted to use both. Let's have fun! :D (hide spoiler)]As he absently picked at some lint on his navy sweater, his elegant white collar framing his throat, Flynn recalled that memory again—the one that constantly, tauntingly prodded him. Sometimes he couldn’t sleep because the chaos of his thoughts would cause a headache.”Flynn… do you want to know more about your family?”Rachel had always wanted to be a writer. So he’d gone along with it, wondering if she was going to tell him another story, even though he was grown up now at thirteen, and she couldn’t tell him bedtime stories anymore. ”Sure.”“You know that Mom, Dad, and I all love you to the bottom of our hearts. That’s why we wanted to tell you about something important now, since…” She gestured vaguely at him, beginning to blink rapidly, a nervous habit of hers he’d caught onto very quickly. “Since you’re all grown up.”“Okay.”“You’re actually…”He groaned, frustrated with himself, then noticed that he had been subconsciously massaging his temple. He immediately put his fingers away from his face, almost disgusted with it. It was a sign of weakness—stress. He would not be stressed. He wasn’t a grandpa. It was so quiet. It was so quiet inside him.His fingers were rapid and nimble as they typed away at the computer sitting to his left on the spacious desk that trapped him against the wall. One other computer had embedded codes running across its screen and the one next to that—farthest to his right—was a messaging application. His eyes, bleary and with red webs starting to touch his iris, reflected the coded world he lost himself in. His hand, barely connected to his occupied brain, remembered that he should drink and brought a cup of water to his lips. He barely took a sip while typing with his left hand.”Don’t you think she has promise? She’s an Aiken.”A sudden memory again. Dizziness slipped into his brain, invading his movements and making his eyes close halfway. He vigorously shook his head automatically to brush it aside, but then his whole body felt lighter, and he couldn't quite see what was on his screens. Before he could get up to stretch after three hours of just sitting and typing, a message popped up on his third computer. He blinked a few more times, then peered at it strangely, trying to make sense of the cryptic message.
It had been a normal day for the youngest Aiken. First was school, which was no different from the rest. When she arrived home, she sat in her room, at her desk. Her hair was pulled back, resting in a loose bun to keep her hair out of her eyes, she she drifted her pen across her schoolwork paper. It was normal at home; the family was out on important business, Rosaley was probably tucked in the library somewhere, and January was up doing schoolwork. Despite the absolute normalness of the situation, she felt bored. She was not one to feel bored. Of course, her natural obedience and stay-well-in-the-lines type of behavior might seem boring to some, but it was just the way she's always been. Her mind drifted for a moment- to the kids she met at the party. They certainly weren't boring; practically the opposite of it. Maybe she should-She stood from her chair, turning to look over her shoulder. She would go see them- if anything it would relieve this terrible bored feeling. Besides, it wasn't like anyone would notice her disappearance for a few hours.So, January made her way up the slope to their 'secret base'. She'd liked the idea of having a secret base- like they were heroes or something of the sort. Maybe if they were, they could save the world. She smiled quietly at the thought. She had her phone in her hand, wondering halfheartedly if she should message one of them to see if there was anyone at the base. It hadn't actually crossed her mind that they wouldn't be there, however, now that it had, worry bubbled in her stomach. Wouldn't it be foolish to see an Aiken child wandering around out here.She was so consumed in her thoughts that she barely noticed she was already at the door to the base. Creaking it open, she was alarmed at the vast darkness inside. Then, a single light in the corner. She almost sighed in relief as she made her way over to the corner. One of them, Flynn, she recalled, sat typing. The sound of the keys was almost soothing.She watched him for a few moments, almost loosing track of why she had come in the first place. She jumped a little as he moved slightly. "Uh, hey." She said, her voice sounding almost too loud as she stepped a little closer to his computer.
(view spoiler)[Haha, that message is from either Raymond or Julia, but yeah ~ I just felt like putting it in there x3 Btw, I don’t remember – does Jan call Flynn something? I remember talking about Flynn calling her Jan and Jan calling Flynn something that no one calls him. Was it Darnel? (hide spoiler)]Instantly, his wrist flicked his laptop shut, the one with the messages. He would make sense of that message later; it was in code. He also shut off one of the other computers. He’d recognize that voice – and along with that, the scent. Jan always smelled like something sweet, though he couldn’t quite name what the scent was called. Just to make sure she wouldn’t walk away – he refused to think why he didn’t want her to – he left one of the computers on, though he wasn’t typing anymore.Then he looked up, his honey-colored eyes not quite warm like the sunlight but not entirely cold either. “Jan,” he said simply, in way of greeting. He used to say January, but he had noticed that she liked it more when he called her Jan. He watched her for several beats, silently curious and very careful. It was both characteristic and uncharacteristic of him; many people didn’t think that he was that careful a person – firstly because he was a child and secondly because he was Flynn. Flynn always came off the narcissist and not very caring of what came out of his mouth. He idly fingered the left sleeve of his favorite mocha-brown cardigan. He’d been here because he hadn’t wanted to eat with his family today. It was beginning to approach sunset, and he should probably eat lunch. His family would be concerned. But the secret base had some food, he could probably eat here. “Have you eaten?” he blurted, suddenly speaking and shattering the silence even further. He couldn’t cover up a wince; he hated when his voice had to slice apart something precious like that. As of now, he’d much rather enjoy Jan’s company than talking to her. They’d never been alone before, and it always took warming up to Flynn to see who he really was. It also always took Flynn warming up to other people and deflating his ego some so that he could understand another person, even though he usually didn’t care for it.
(view spoiler)[yeah it was darnel.And I put the bit about the phone in there so it could go either way because she thought about messaging them but didn't so yeah xD (hide spoiler)]She'd always liked it when he called her Jan. Honestly, it gave her a sense of belonging; like, someone actually cared enough to give her a nickname. She didn't bother hiding the wide smile that flickered across her face. Absentmindedly, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. As silence fell once more, she studied him for a moment. He'd interested her from the beginning, moreso thaan any of the other kids. His persona seemed to have a strange pull to it- one that intrigued January. He'd been the first to look her up and down; almost judging her while she was at the party. It was the fact that he had noticed her, right from the beginning. So, naturally, she noticed him as well.January tilted her head as he spoke, his sudden words pulling her out of her thoughts. "Um, no," she answered, "Not for a while at least." Something in the back of her mind told her not to eat- it would spoil anything she might have at home. She pushed the thought away. She was meant to be having some fun, or whatever- even if it meantt risking a few things. As her small smile drifted across her face, she noticed the awkwardness between them. They hadn't spent much time near each other, let alone, alone together. For her, getting to know someone was always sort of a stumbling process. She generally seemed quiet at first, and usually awkward in these situations. Once a few barriers were broken, though, she could usually act normal around them. After a moment, it crossed her mind how stupid she must have looked just standing there, smiling. Say something, Jan!"But, I'm fine, my family might be eating sometime soon, anyways."
(view spoiler)[would it or would it not be FREAKING interesting if Elsa butted into their moment in a couple posts??!! Yeah, the whole feels are coming back in a freaking wave OF FEELSalso if that didn't make any sense, Alessia just finished Elsa!!! (hide spoiler)]“Ah,” Flynn replied, nodding. He kept nodding, a habit of his that he’d taken from a classmate whose name he didn’t even know. Flynn Altair, ever the copycat. “I see.” With a jerk, he pulled himself up from his rolling chair, shutting off the last computer smoothly, then walked over to the small white refrigerator. “Ah ha!” he murmured triumphantly to himself, grinning at the last cup of peach yogurt. He treated it as if it were some kind of survivor, having not been eaten by anyone else yet. He often contested with Elsa over these little treasures. Humming to himself lightly, he peeled off the aluminum cover and voila, he dug in with a plastic spoon. He slowly absorbed energy as he gobbled up the yogurt with a grin. When he wasn’t with that many other people, one would be surprised at just how different Darnel Flynn Altair and Flynn were. Even Flynn and Flynn were different. He finally asked the question that was nagging at him. “Not that it’s a problem, but what brought you here?” he asked, after licking the yogurt off his top lip. Flynn tired of yogurt mustaches very quickly. He gestured at the computers suddenly, as if remembering why he had been here himself. “I was just working on our next assignment,” he said, waving a hand to deter any questions. Raymond and Julia were the spokespeople; he was the one behind the curtain. He hadn’t liked it at first, but he’d gotten used to it. He smiled a little bit as he looked at her for a little longer than was needed. He let go of his spoon, which he left in his mouth, and gestured at his pristine hair. His expression was nothing but amused. “Your hair.” Your bun is coming loose, he thought. Then he thought about his older sister again, and how often he had done her hair until several months ago. He wondered about Jan’s hair but didn’t ask. Something held him back from Jan, even though he wanted to know her better. Something always held him back.
As Flynn moved towards the refridgerator, something dawned on her. He was asking about food because he was hungry. The girl might be observant, but when her mind is elsewhere, she usually doesnt catch on right off. Suddenly, that nagging feeling tugged at the pit of her stomach. She must have come off as dissmissive. That was not how an Aiken was to be portrayed. They had to be pulled together, always being their best; even if it was left unnoticed. Better to be perfect and unnoticed than anything else. It's not like he would care. You're supposed to be relaxed around him; normal. Maybe you should loosen up, be yourself-. She cut off her mental track. She was being herself- well, the herself she was around most people.January glanced up as he spoke, watching as he finished off the last of the yogurt. It was almost, well, cute how he had gotten the yogurt on his top lip. After he licked it off, her eyes then followed his hand as he gestured to the computers. Assignment? She hadn't been here long, but the things this group did were still a mystery to her. She'd figure it out eventually, but with the wave of his hand she figured now wasn't the time for any questions. "Oh, I was just bored." How funny that must sound coming from her. She was supposed to be satisfied with her life- it was all she had done until now. "I just thought I would come see how everyone," she paused, realizing that everyone, at moment, seemed to be just Flynn, "was doing.""Oh," January said quietly, her hand reaching up to touch the back of her head. Sure enough, the bun was coming loose, strands falling down her back and around her ears. Most people, if they had noticed it, would have sent her glares. She wasn't being proper enough. The thought made her subconsiously straighten her posture. Flynn, however, just seemed amused at the fact. She hestitated as her hand reached up to fix it. She could just leave it the way it was, but, then again, she wouldn't want to seem anything but proper. She pulled the hairtie out of her hair, before running her fingers through it to pull it back up. It was obvious as her nimble fingers ran through her hair to pull it back up that she had been doing her own hair for a while. She vaguely remembered a time when Rosaley would fix her hair in the library when she was younger, but those days were long gone. "Sorry," she said, once her hair was pulled back into a now tighter bun. "I guess the trip up here must've left me a little frazzled."
(view spoiler)[Sorry for the late reply; I didn't use any technology today until just now because I wanted to read and relieve some stress~ :) By the way, I am melting. "everyone seemed to be just Flynn" oh my gosh I just, why'd you do that to me Ali TT^TT And I really like how you made parallels with Flynn-Rachel and Jan-Rosaley :DDD Also, I apologize for my short posts :/ Ick. (hide spoiler)]For some reason, Jan was regretting something. He couldn’t tell exactly what, but she was restraining herself from something, too. He didn’t dislike anything about Jan particularly, but that was the one thing that he almost didn’t like about her. It was a bit too self-deprecating. They were such opposites, he could laugh. It was so strange, a narcissist and a contradictory rebel in the same place for the same reasons.They both hadn’t quite belonged anywhere else.“I don’t care for apologies unless I ask for them,” Flynn said automatically, deciding to slowly shed his defenses. Just to see how far he could become himself before she became uncomfortable. He shrugged then aimed for the wastebasket with his spoon, closing one light-brown eye. His wrist slowly, hypnotically swayed back and forth then let go. The spoon made a decent, impressive arc in the air before landing into the obnoxiously orange plastic wastebasket. Then he picked up his yogurt. He stared at it for a moment, then his eyes wandered up to Jan’s. Deciding against public humiliation — he could never make the trash can with an entire yogurt can — he walked up and tossed it away. The awkward silence was prodding him relentlessly, not taunting but very, very irritating. He got even more irritated when he saw the Photograph. It was sitting in a plain, brown wood frame, and it depicted three boys and a girl, laughing at the person who’d taken the photo. Flynn was in it. As he passed the frame on the second-to-top level of the bookshelf, he silently put it facedown, hoping Jan hadn’t seen anything. She didn’t know about Colt yet, although she had probably heard them talking about him at some point. They always talked about him somehow. Small talk wasn’t exactly Flynn’s forte — or his interest — and he started to ask, “What is—” But with a plain tone, his phone rang, and he picked it up instantly, dragging his finger across the screen expertly to see a message. “Ah,” he said again, in the exact same way he’d said it before. “Elsa’s coming.” He laughed to himself a little. “You’ve only seen her four times, right?” The third-time-for-good-luck idea didn’t apply to Elsa. “Maybe we should play hide-and-seek,” he said with a conspiratorial grin, even though everyone was a bit too old for that, in their minds.
January shifted from foot to foot, catching herself a split second before she let out another "sorry". Maybe he was right, maybe she should stop apologizing so much. It wasn't like she had done anything wrong- he was only pointing out that her bun was loose. There certainly wasn't anything wrong with that. She took a moment to watch as he aimed for the wastebasket with his spoon. She raised an eyebrow as he tossed it, sinking it right into the wastebasket. Sure, it was a simple thing, but it did make her smile- not that she wasn't smiling already, her resting smile sort of just grew a little. She clapped her hands together twice, saying a quick "Bravo," as he made his way to dispose of the peach yogurt. Her eyes seemed to follow him all the way there, and all the way back. She noticed him turning over a picture frame, but she figured that was also something she shouldn't inquire about. Besides, if she stayed around long enough, she figured she'd get insight on it at some point.As Flynn was cut off by the ringing of the telephone, she tilted her head. She halfway wondered what he was going to ask her before- probably nothing of any importance. As he swiped his finger across the phone, she sighed inwardly. Elsa. January, personally, didn't have anything against the girl. It was just that Elsa hadn't seemed too fond of January. She had yet to figured out exactly why. "Yeah, four." She replied. "Hide-and-seek?" There was definitely pull to that idea, despite the childishness to it. It seemed like fun. And with the grin Flynn was giving at the moment, it seemed as though he had an idea up his sleeve. Something, however, tugged at the back of her mind. "Elsa won't get mad... will, she?" She asked. If anything, she would like to stay at least somewhat one the girl's good side. At least then they would have a chance of becoming closer- even if it was a longshot.
(view spoiler)[Hey, hey, hey~ No planning, remember? :3 I’ll tell you that I wasn’t going to do that, though. :P Haha, that’s cool; I prefer these posts, though :3 And no, that’s not it; even just them hiding might spark Elsa’s jealousy :DD EXCEPT WHEN IS ELSA GOING TO BE APPROVED *my tears* (hide spoiler)]He glanced at her yet again, with irritation flitting across his eyes. Maybe he was being too harsh on such a timid girl, but again, he was testing her. This test was very necessary; it was to gauge how much he could trust another person, regardless of their age. Then he laughed when he congratulated her, a short burst of laughter that made his eyes crease and warm. His shoulders relaxed marginally, signaling that she’d passed one small portion of the test.“Oh, she’ll get mad,” he declared, with a king-like air. “She’ll get very mad. Very.” His voice taunted her, his face alight with bright mischief. His entire body began to buzz with excitement, and he bounced on his heels once before looking about the hideout. One of the reasons he’d liked this little house — one of their own, actually — was because it had many hiding places. So, he poked around some places, looked at the bookshelf, actually considering it. Then he put a few fingers around his chin and mused, his eyes carefully analyzing the cupboard beneath the sink. Then he grinned again. “See you, partner,” he said once, before ducking inside. The door creaked with suspense, and his white teeth flashed once before it closed completely on him.
Is he really encouraging us to make her mad? January thought, worry bubbling at her stomach. She really didn't want to make Elsa mad, but she thought it over as Flynn looked for his hiding spot. As he closed the door, the smile he flashed her made her stop for a moment- it almost made her forget what she was doing. It seemed so joyful. She stood frozen for a second, before shaking her head bringing her mind back to the problem at hand. She couldn't just stand here out in the open- it would ruin the whole point of hiding. It might even take that joyous look off of Flynn's face and that was something she wanted to avoid doing. Who was she to steal someone's joy? Besides, it was nice to see him like that.Turning on her heel, she glanced around a few moments trying to find a suitable place to hide. Having not been here long, it was obvious she didn't exactly know where to hide. After a few moments of frantic looking- as well as a few regretful thoughts- she finally decided on a place. She squeezed herself behind the couch, squished against the wall. Sure, it wasn't the best hiding spot, but it was better than nothing. Besides, she was fairly small, so fitting behind there wasn't too much of a problem. She hugged her knees to her chest, hoping in the back of her mind that Elsa wouldn't get too mad.
(view spoiler)[oh my god you're right since last yeari'll try posting up to your standards hahaand oh I don't know what the headquarters really is (like whether the building is a store or theater or whatnot) so I'll just take it as a store for now. I'll edit this post if we decide on something else. (hide spoiler)]The library would have looked grand as it towered over her, bathing in the afternoon sun, and Elsa would have smiled softly at it. But today there was little of the glorious afternoon sun, the sky was cloudy and the air was hardly still enough for Elsa to really tilt her head upwards and appreciate the library’s fine architecture. Frankly speaking, it was annoying to struggle in the strong breeze while the library watched you contently as it stood tall and firm. By the time Elsa stepped into the library, she was pretty windblown and in a nasty mood. That morning’s session with her private tutor had been terrible. Not that her mother or her tutor needed to know that. Elsa just couldn’t stand the way that old shriveled woman talked and generally behaved. And before one determines her nastiness based on that statement only, one should do their background research. Elsa was raised by a strong woman, and if you were to ask her, she thinks herself of pretty strong too. And to be frank, (yes, she was in the perfect mood to be nastily frank, she was in the perfect mood to be nastily everything, really) her tutor was spineless.Elsa took off her hat and shook her hair loose. She combed a hand through it and told her bodyguards to stand guard at the entrance of the library. They simply nodded and obeyed. It was their routine every time she visited the library, so no questions were answered. “You’ll find me at the back of the fiction section,” she told them. But that was a lie. She wouldn’t be at the back of the fiction section or the back of any section if they tried finding her. She wouldn’t even be in the library. Elsa found the back door and slipped out of it.Everything after that was easy. Their hideout wasn’t anywhere too far from the library’s back door. Just a couple of blocks and turns that looked like they were dead ends but weren’t, and Elsa was standing at the door. She didn’t knock, because she’d already told Flynn she was coming and if he didn’t take that seriously, he deserved the shock her “sudden” arrival would give him. She pushed open the door and slipped in, careful not to slam her bag into anything cluttered at the doorway. She tried not to click her tongue at the mess because the Misfit Toys were, after all, kids, but when she lifted her head and saw (or didn’t see) Flynn was nowhere to be seen, “tsk.” She set her bag on the little space the desk crowded with computers had and scanned the place. She was in no mood to tolerate games of hide and seek now. “Darnel Flynn Altair, I give you ten seconds to show yourself. Defy me and I swear to god, everything you hold precious shall be destroyed,” she snapped, her words echoing around her.
(view spoiler)[ Hmm, yeah... no actually a store sounds better though. I kinda want to ease away from so many of the stereotypes... >.< It kinda makes it more convenient and too easy and just... boring. ^^'' Yep, she does!!! Finallyyyy And Amelie and Elsa might just get into a catfight (hide spoiler)]
(view spoiler)[ Ugh, sorry for the late reply; what a hypocrite I am. I hate when I’m a hypocrite. Even if I’m only away for a day. Btw, who’s going next? I didn’t make this too long because I need a reaction first ^^’’ (hide spoiler)]Flynn didn’t dare move. She had nothing on him. Not even a speck of dirt under a toenail. He’d stick in this cupboard till she found him. She always found him — but one day, he would find the perfect spot. The perfect one. So mind-boggingly perfect that she would be stunned and gaping at his genius. Something at the back of his mind nagged at him with a sigh and said that today wasn’t that day — and possibly that day would never come — but the overconfident Flynn pushed the other Flynn away and stood in the glorious sunlight of his hope. He took shallow breaths, silent. It was actually very cramped and his back was hurting. His back wasn’t supposed to hurt so much. He didn’t want to be a grandpa when he was only thirteen. He was too young for this. But for once — for one of the few, rare times — he threw his vanity aside and stood as still as he could but for his short, short, excitement-charged breaths. Just maybe… He couldn’t stop drinking in the excitement and letting it soak him; it ran through his veins in bursts of speed. He knew at the end of it, he’d feel a happy albeit a little tired buzz. He was never too tired for games, especially with Elsa. He may have been close to Julia and Raymond, but he was also close with Elsa because she understood some things that the other two could never. Maybe she was a rival for Colton… but Flynn put that thought aside, too. It was just like putting the picture frame down. Again.I just need to stick here for 8 minutes. Last time she found me in 7. If she takes one more minute, that means I’m making progress, he thought, trying to distract himself. Finally giving in, he shifted his ankle just a smidgen, just to move. If he didn’t move, he was going to be insane. Flynn not moving was a rare sight. Which was why he always hid alone. He could stay still if there was no one to see him. He appreciated the invisibility.
As soon as January heard the footsteps, she pulled her legs tighter to her chest. When Elsa's voice boomed, she flinched a little, dropping her chin on to her knees. She could feel her stomach sink to the bottom of her stomach, then fly back up into her throat. It was the kind of nervous feeling that made her a little dizzy and obviously, sick to her stomach. She didn't really want to make Elsa mad- if anything, she wanted the opposite of it. So, then why was she doing this? Part of it was the excitement. It was something she'd never done before. Everyone knew little January Aiken was no trouble maker. But, still, this was fun, despite the anxious feeling.It could also be that she cared for Flynn. Maybe just being around him, or any of the other misfit toys, made her be a little more rash. They were pulling her out of her comfort zone. And she was letting them do it because she cared about them and somewhere she thought they cared for her too. Either way, she wasn't going to let a little nervous feeling and overthinking ruin anybody's fun. January held her breath- trying to be as silent as possible. Elsa sounded mad already, and she didn't even want to imagine what the girl would sound like once she found the two hiding. It didn't help that it was January that was hiding- she figured Elsa had already had a spark of dislike for her, and this would only light the flame. January squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to make even the slightest movement. Honestly, January was hoping not to be found, not for the fun of not being the first one found, but because cared more about putting off the possibilty of Elsa's anger.
(view spoiler)[Aye ma'am~ (hide spoiler)]They’d played this before, hide and seek. And Elsa must have enjoyed it at some point, because it had almost become some sort of tradition. Flynn would go run and hide while Elsa had to go find him. She was proud to say she’d done a good job for the past few years playing this game with him, but his childish antics weren’t going to improve her mood today.She noted that there was a cup of water standing on the desk, still two thirds full. That meant Flynn had been in here, and he was playing a game with her. Another “tsk” escaped her lips as she stalked around the store, peeking into places that Flynn had never hidden in before. After three minutes, she moved over to the tiny kitchen they’d made out of a corner of the abandoned toy store. She opened the refrigerator and scanned its contents. Of course she wasn’t expecting Flynn to actually be inside; she was just looking for clues. The peach yogurt was gone. She’d clearly claimed it for herself the last time and now it was gone. He was really starting to piss her off.Slamming the refrigerator door shut, she walked over to the wastebasket, peering inside to find the empty cup and plastic spoon. Ants hadn’t found the last traces of yogurt to feast on yet, which meant Flynn had just been in the kitchen, because he usually didn’t eat anywhere else. And that also meant there was a high chance he was hiding in here too.He’d never hid in the kitchen before. The last time he’d hidden in the tiny closet filled with the broken machines they couldn’t fix. Elsa had always wondered who’d made the machines for them in the first place, and why he or she had stopped. Machines made their “assignments” easier, according to Raymond. And the time before that, he’d hidden behind the couch. It was rare that he would use a hiding spot twice, so she hadn’t bothered checking those places.The kitchen was tiny, only with the refrigerator (which she’d already looked in), a tiny cabinet that held their snacks, and… the cardboard under the sink. She didn’t smile to herself in satisfaction like she’d usually did, because she wasn’t in the mood to smile, but she felt pleased with herself all the same. It was just the feeling that one would get when they found their answer and was sure, to the core of their core, that they were right.She was. She opened the doors quickly, almost as if she was ripping them open and glared inside. “Five minutes and fifty-six seconds, Flynn. You’re getting worse,” she snapped. Then she tilted her head to the trash bin, she said, “You shouldn’t eat before playing.” Then, with a more threatening voice, “Especially not the peach yogurt.”
(view spoiler)[ God, I literally started smiling, especially with the peach yogurt. (You remembered!) (hide spoiler)]He winced when he heard the refrigerator door open. She would definitely find that the peach yogurt was gone. Well, she should know by now that even if she called dibs, Flynn wouldn't listen. For Darnel Flynn Altair, his word was law and common sense. Unfortunately, Elsa’s view of law and common sense didn't correlate with his.When she opened the cupboard to his temporary hideout, he snickered instantly. He wasn't going to back down if she was going to rub all over his face that he got slower. He had been talking to Jan; that had taken some time from him to look for a suitable hiding place. He'd also practically used all of the good ones early, too. His mind skillfully generated various — and some of them ridiculous — excuses, though he saw all of them as perfectly adequate reasons. Maybe he should start hiding outside... He carefully blanked his expression so Elsa wouldn't get any ideas. He wasn’t going to give anything away now, not that he got slower. He was Flynn, he was the fastest talker, the fastest typer. He was also the fastest composer (even though he was kind of the only one who composed music, so maybe that didn’t actually count). "The peach yogurt," he declared with dramatic finality, "was sublime." He wished he'd had a skirt on while climbing out, to see Elsa's surprised expression. That always made him feel as if he had the upper hand, even if only for a second. He’d wear one the next day, for sure. So long as his family didn’t catch him; maybe Rachel was okay with it, but his parents—he struggled not to think further than that, that they weren’t his biological parents—sure weren’t. He’d have to sneak out of the house, bring a change of clothes. His brown eyes refocused on Elsa’s face. ”So, Detective Cypress, why are you here? Not that I mind," Flynn added, with a playful smirk. He was flirtatious with everybody — except Jan. He didn’t even know where to put her yet; was she a friend, a foe, a bystander? Just there? ”But…” he almost muttered mockingly. He didn't mention Jan, and even though she'd just joined the group three weeks ago, he was loyal to his partner in crime. His eyes didn’t wander to where she could have hidden, though knowing her type, she probably would’ve hidden somewhere stupid, like behind the couch or under the desk or something. Even if he didn’t know where she was, he was pretty sure that she wasn’t enjoying herself very much. He could call her out on it to end her misery, but Elsa was a bit dangerous to people who didn’t know her very well yet.
January winced as Elsa made her way around the room. She could see glimpses of the girl every time she made her way into her line of sight and every time, it felt like her heart was in her throat. She didn't want to be found- mostly because she didn't want to experience Elsa's wrath. Flynn's words echoed in her mind, "She'll get very mad. Very." She sighed inwardly. As much as this kind of seemed like fun- she was skeptical that the fun would last for long after she was found. Well, the fun wouldn't last for her; she wasn't too sure about for Flynn.By this time, January's back was getting cramped, her legs becoming stiff from holding them in the same position for so long. She didn't dare move, as to not give away her hiding spot. She found it odd that she hadn't been found yet. Not that she minded not being found, but she was only behind the couch for Pete's sake. The only explanation for this would be that Elsa was looking for Flynn, and not January. She didn't think that Flynn would use a hiding spot as common as behind the couch. When she heard Flynn's voice she raised her eyebrows. Flynn had been found before her? That was a shock. Either way, for her, it was alright. She was just putting off having to confront Elsa for a little longer. And despite being in a rather uncomfortable position, she assumed the Flynn wouldn't give her away for now, so she might be there for a while yet. She paused to listen to what he was saying. He seemed so comfortable, for lack of a better word, with Elsa. For a moment, she felt a twinge of jealousy. She pushed the thought away with a shake of her head. January shouldn't be jealous, Elsa had known him longer anyway. And, besides, what would she be jealous about anyway?
“Oh haha, very sweet of you to eat it then,” Elsa snapped, glaring at Flynn as she stepped aside to let him climb out of the cramped cupboard. Sometimes she wondered how he managed to stay in such a tiny spot for even a minute. Maybe she should have let him stay in there longer. “The assignment,” she answered curtly, “Julia told me to give you a hand.” Actually, Julia had told her to “relieve him” and she hadn’t known what that meant when the text came, but now, standing beside him, she could tell why she’d been asked to do so. His eyes were webbed with red and his hair was ruffled, as if he’d combed his hands through it a lot of times. It almost made her pity him enough to let the peach yogurt slide.Almost. “Huh,” she snorted in reply to his casual flirting, which she was already used to. She punched him lightly in the shoulder, “Oh of course you don’t. My frowns make your day, don’t they?” Both things she wouldn’t have done in her mother’s presence. Snorting and punching others, however lightly, were just despicable. But around Flynn, Elsa didn’t feel as if she were chained down by the rules and burdened with having to maintain the Cypress family’s perfect image.She gestured to the computers. “Seeing you’ve got so much energy as to play this stupid game with me, get back to work,” she ordered. She turned on her heel and walked to the desk, pulling out a spare chair – which she’d used so much that it might as well have been hers already – and sliding out her laptop from her bag. She couldn’t help but notice that the computers were off. Flynn didn’t turn off the computers because of her. They were the Misfit Toys’ hackers after all; they had to cooperate with what they did, and that meant looking at each other’s screens all the time. Besides, if he’d left them on, Elsa could have been distracted by them and searched around the desk instead of the kitchen.There was somebody else here. Who was it? It couldn’t be Julia or Raymond, they specifically said they were leaving today to the two of them. Jera was still in school. And Elodie had her Lysander business to attend to. That left January. “Flynn.” Her eyes narrowed, scanning the room. She’d searched everywhere but the places Flynn had hid before. The closet. Behind the couch. The toilet. Behind the bookshelf. In one of the broken machines. Under a pile of the boxes. She set down her laptop on the chair and decided to settle this first. Maybe this was what they called “picking a fight”, but frankly speaking, Elsa didn’t give a damn. This was an amateur she was trying to – no, going to – find. Flynn had hid in better places and she’d been able to find him. The couch was out of place. She strode over to it and pushed it aside, revealing the Aiken huddled between it and the wall. Elsa was small and two years younger, but her heart seemed to chill the air around them, and she was certainly not entertained by January’s attempt at hiding from her. “What’s she doing here?”
(view spoiler)[ asdfgjkl MY POSTS NEED TO BE LONGER TT^TT Dude you remember everything, even the light punching o.o I'm so happy :3 Btw, I really really love the way you write Elsa, all detective-y and observant! :D (hide spoiler)]Flynn sighed in relief, pressing his left two fingers against the sides of his right index. He didn't really care about protesting against Elsa's assistance -- the more heads, the better, he supposed. He actually wanted to take a nap on the couch while Elsa took over, but since he ate the peach yogurt... He could give her some mercy. He gave up a light laugh and rubbed his shoulder reflexively, even though it hadn't hurt that much. (Well, it did hurt a bit, but he wasn't exactly filled with muscle, and Elsa wasn't exactly the type to hold back a reasonable amount for a thin Flynn.) He grinned as she moved to her habitual spot by his desk. Maybe he should attach another one to the other wall, so that they could work side by side - really back-to-back. They'd be like ninjas fighting off two waves of enemies. That's what it felt like, hacking away with Elsa Cypress. It empowered him with excitement, euphoria. He wasn't quite as alone. The blue-eyed boy in that photograph had usually been his company while he was working at his computer; when that boy had left, Flynn had felt more alone. Julia and Raymond were the type to keep their pain to themselves. Flynn wasn't quite as talented at it, although he was okay. The thing was, he never wanted to hide his pain. Holding it in was masochism in his eyes; it was terrible, but he'd rather hand off the pain to somebody else. Not realizing that it was strange that his computers were shut off, he turned them back on in a smooth movement while sliding into his chair, his eyes closing just a smidgen. He looked bored when he was really exhausted out of his mind. It was a good thing that he'd been here since the early afternoon and it was only nearing sunset; he felt like it was midnight. If it really were that late, the Altairs would call him back inside, and he didn't want to go back home yet. He glanced at Elsa's screen when he noticed that her hands were still. His eyes traveled upward and widened when he saw Elsa looking towards the couch and the closet. He tried to turn his laptop towards himself to distract her; that would attract her attention, she knew what was on it, she wouldn't just let anyone touch it. Flynn was an exception because whenever one of them did that, it was to point something out. But Elsa was already up. "Elsa," he said, with an awkwardly hoarse voice. He sounded weary. Like a grandpa, he grumbled in his mind. "Elsa," he said again after clearing his throat. She was too close to the couch, and she was still moving forward. "I think --"I think you shouldn't be like that towards Jan, he thought without considering his thoughts. Elsa was naturally like that towards everyone, but Jan was a bit... she was a bit sensitive. There was too much of a difference between the two; heck, Jan might hurt Elsa by accident. "She wanted to check it out." Flynn waved a hand around at the place while walking forward, brushing aside the computers and Elsa's laptop and walking forward to stand between the two girls. He was like the umpire. "She was wondering if anyone was here, and she found me." He didn't know how he should go about this. He only defended himself against Elsa, and pretty much one hundred percent of that was just jokes and fun. He didn't know how to defend someone else -- much less someone he hardly knew. He glanced at Jan surreptitiously, but his awkward pause gave away his cluelessness. He'd expected Jan to be caught, but he somehow hadn't prepared himself for it. Like, maybe if he ignored the fact that Jan was here, in his most sacred place, the world would ignore that fact, too.
January took a moment to finally breathe. She had assumed, since their voiced had moved farther away, that she would be safe for the time being. She allowed her heart to settle back in it's original place, blinking her eyes shut for a moment. Then, she felt the side of the couch her shoulder was pressed against moved. As her eyes flickered up to see the face of Elsa, she yelped, albeit almost silently. She cowered back for a moment, before pushing herself up to a standing position.Despite the slight height differenceband the two year age gap, it was obvious who was the one intimidated. Elsa seemed to make the air around her ice cold, but she swore she could see smoke (or maybe it was ice) coming out of the girls ears. January gave a small smile, but then dismissed of it as soon as it came. She could tell Elsa was not amused- not even in the slightest bit. Flynn was right. Elsa is mad. She thought halfheartedly. "Sorry, I-" she started quietly, her smile creeping back onto her face. Her smile wasn't a product of cockiness or even joy- it was more out of fear, or even a frantic way to try to smooth things over.Before she could even get another word out, Flynn stepped in between them. She was glad for him being there; one, because he would hopefully make things a little less terrifying, and two, it was nice to have a physical barrier to keep her from Elsa at the moment. "Yeah," she agreed softly. "I was just, uh, bored." She added, stumbling over a few words as her eyes caught Elsa's. She thought that the most intimidating thing about Elsa, wasn't her words or her actions (although they were pretty intimidating), but how she looked as she did them. It was that stoney gaze, with fire in her eyes that really made January's stomach do flips. It was hard to believe that this girl was two years younger than herself. She briefly remembered when she first met the group. She had a pre-concieved thought that they would be like a family- right from the start. She thought they would all get along and it would be a great thing for her, opening up to new people. It was foolish of her to think that everything would go according to how she dreamt it to be. Afterall, nothing ever turned out the way she dreamed it would be. Her family was still the way it was, she wasn't perfect, and not everyone in the Misfit Toys liked her. Don't just stand there, Jan. Stand up for yourself! Say something; don't just cower back. She opened her mouth before a side thought popped up. But, don't mess up. Remember, you still gotta be perfect January Aiken. "I didn't want to cause any trouble, really." She told Elsa, holding her hands up quietly. "I just wanted to see everyone." She said, hopefully implying that meant everyone, not just a certain few. She was sure that if she had frased it that way, her entire possible relationship with Elsa might just be flushed down the toilet (well, if it wasn't so already).
She shouldn’t have asked Flynn for an answer because she really wasn’t interested in what he had to say in this matter, or at least, not at the moment. “Bored,” she repeated. The way her lips curled into a scowl as she drawled the word made it sound like it was the stupidest excuse in the world. And maybe it was, right next to “I didn’t know” because it didn’t mean that if you were bored you had the right to run somewhere you weren’t welcome. “And I bet you were bored, too, when you decided to hide here, and maybe you’re still bored now. Well, you should be, since there’s nothing you do. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if you thought this little exchange of words counted as something purposeful,” she snapped. “What did you think you were going to do by joining the Misfit Toys?” the question wasn’t a nice one, it was something like “what did you think you were doing when you broke my vase?” You didn’t get to answer it with a simple “I don’t know” or “I did it for fun” because if you did, you’d most likely be murdered on the spot. It wasn’t even a question you answered unless you had a really good answer.And even if January had a good answer for that, Elsa didn’t give her a chance to speak, “You’re new here and you’ve only met us five times, I’ll give you that. But if seeing everyone is the only thing you can do, then get out. I don’t want somebody like you to stay if you can’t do anything.” Why was she doing this? Why was she beating down January for not doing what the Misfit Toys did? January was an Aiken, after all, a member of one of the four Old Money families. A child like her shouldn’t be talented in such things.But Elsa was. Elsa was a Cypress. She was twelve. She didn’t have any other friends. But she had a father who completely ignored her, a mother who demanded perfection and siblings who hated her for something her mother did. Elsa could hack things, she could solve codes, and she could even make them. Although she was reluctant at first, at least she could contribute to the Misfit Toys’ “assignments”. And most of all, she wasn’t weak. She didn’t need any Flynns to step between her and the enemy. She could take them on herself. Or at least that’s what she thought. But even so, at least she had enough confidence to think that way.“You’d better find something you don’t suck at and make a skill out of it soon, or I’ll kick you out of here myself,” Elsa ordered. It wasn’t something she did often, bossing people around. Because one, it wasn’t polite and two, there wasn’t anybody to boss around. She was the youngest among the Misfit Toys. But when it came to January, Elsa told herself she had the right to demand something from her, especially if she was going to keep randomly finding Flynn around.Was she jealous? Was it bugging her that now there was another person Flynn would hang out with? Elsa wasn’t going to lie to herself, it was bugging her. And she did feel jealously. If you’re going to take him away then you better be worth it, she thought, giving January one final glare before turning on her heel and stalking back to her chair.She wasn’t done with January yet, and she doubted she ever would be, but if Flynn fancied her even to the slightest then maybe there was some good part of January she wasn’t seeing. She trusted Flynn – you had to trust your hacking buddy – so she let January go easy.
(view spoiler)[3 weeks ago. See message 30 on this thread (it should be in the last sentence or something). Technically, the braiding hair thing, I think, comes after Jan’s reaction/response to Elsa’s dialogue. It kind of depends on how Ali’s gonna write her post ^^’’ (hide spoiler)] Flynn groaned loudly, and his hand moved habitually to his hair before he decided against it; hair got greasy when you touched it too much. So instead, he whipped out a hair tie from his left wrist and tied some of his hair into an apple hairstyle, hoping to get some laughs. He grinned at Elsa, and it looked real, even though everything else about him sagged with exhaustion. “Okay, now I braided my hair, how about I braid yours, Elsa?” he asked, completely ignoring the fact that tying one’s hair did not constitute a braid. His eyes locked with Elsa’s for a moment, meaningful but not aggressive, and then they trailed over to Jan’s. “I’ll do yours, too.” If you want, he thought about saying. But by the time he thought it, too much time had passed. He actually didn’t mind braiding either girl’s hair; his fingers were tired, but he liked to play with other people’s hair. It was kind of like how someone liked to do nail art.But he didn’t mention January lacking something to contribute to the Misfit Toys. He, Julia, and Raymond had a couple ideas for what kinds of tasks she could handle, but that was confidential. He wouldn’t lie, even though he wouldn’t actually tell her so straightforwardly like Elsa did either. She would figure it out.He lingered by Jan’s side to make sure she was all right. He could hear Elsa’s rapid typing away in the background. “You don’t need to be that scared of Elsa,” he tried, sounding like the biggest hypocrite in the world. He wanted to sit down and talk to her; the last time there was a fight within the Misfit Toys, Colton had left. Flynn didn’t want Jan to leave just yet—he didn’t quite think she would yet, considering one of the reasons they’d picked her was her resolve. But she also needed to strengthen her conviction. He glanced at the back of Elsa’s dark-haired head and sighed yet again. He and Elsa had grown rather close in the short time they’d known each other. They’d met Elsa just at the end of last year, in the winter, which was quite fitting. To him, Elsa was like a winter girl dressed like summer. Flynn was a summer boy dressed like winter. One was warmhearted and smiling in the public eye and practical and logical on the inside. The other was cold and detached at first sight and hilarious and idealistic at heart. It was hilarious how similar Elsa and Flynn were, and how opposite.“Hey, hey,” he said to Elsa, drumming his fingers on the back of her chair. It was the equivalent to what he usually did when he sat at the kitchen table across from Elsa: kicking her foot. One would be surprised at how ticklish she is with her feet. “How long do you think you’re gonna work on it?” His overwhelmingly self-confident smile brightened his whole face, his two hands tucked into the back pockets of his chino shorts. “Let’s give Jan a performance.” Elsa could take that however she wanted: a challenge or a truce. But then again, considering Elsa, he would faint with shock if she wanted to negotiate a truce by showing off her musical talent.
January found herself shrinking back at Elsa's words. The girl was intimidating, not to mention that her words held some truth, even if it was only in January's ears. She had really come here for no reason, however she'd never considered the fact that it would bother anyone. Despite hearing the truth in the words, she couldn't help but feel a little hurt by them. Possibly, the truth among the words was what made her hurt even more. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes for a moment, but she blinked them back. The Aiken child would never cry in public. She held herself to her own standards, and not crying was one of them. Her face went blank for a moment when Elsa mentioned January's lack of talent and overall reason for being in the Misfit Toys. She fumbled through her mind to think of any talents she did have and she was ashamed to admit that she didn't have much. Sure, she was well educated and held herself to a high level, but those could hardly count as talents. She could speak well once she gained the courage to, but what Old Money child wasn't expected to be that way? She was observant and had the many dreams that passed through her mind- and those at the least were just interesting things, not talent.To be perfectly honest, she wasn't even sure why she was in the Misfit Toys, herself. She had been invited, and the offer sounded appealing, so she took it. She figured that if her parents ever found out she was associated with such a group, she would be punished. Then again, they probably wouldn't even notice. Silently, January added finding some sort of talent to a mental list. She had to have something somewhere and, after all, a girl with no talents didn't measure up to her requirements. And, like Elsa said, she would have to find something to do to have a place in the Misfit Toys. The stray thought of how she had only been in the group for a couple of weeks and hardly knew what even of them did, passed through her mind. However, she pushed it out of the way. Now was no time for excuses. When Flynn addressed her quietly, she turned towards him. "It's alright. I'll be fine." She said, offering him what she hoped looked like a sincere, wide smile. Yeah, right. Not be scared of Elsa. Sounds funny. She didn't voice her thoughts. She would try not to let Elsa get to her too much. Somewhere, in her crazy dreams she wished to be reality, she would gain Elsa's approval somehow- no matter how long it would take.January glanced at Flynn when he mentioned braiding her hair. She didn't respond, seeing of how his offer was phrased more like a order. Not that she minded, it would be nice having someone other than her herself braid her hair for a change. She paused a moment, squinting her eyes, when he had said that the two should give Jan a performance. "Performance?" She mumbled to herself quietly. She had heard of Elsa's musical skills somewhere, sometime, but she wondered if Flynn had the same. Or, if they were speaking of another performance she couldn't think of. She still hadn't quite wrapped her head around this group. For all she knew they could be talking about some sychronized hacking dance or something, as wild as that sounded.
(view spoiler)[mmk, thanks~ (hide spoiler)]Hilarious, Elsa thought to herself, rolling her eyes at Flynn’s grin. “I’ll pass,” she muttered in reply to his offer. She didn’t mention that simply tying one’s hair into that fashion didn’t count as braiding. She also didn’t mention the oddness of the situation. Nobody had ever offered to tie her hair or even comb it for fun, especially after an argument. She would have laughed at it under different circumstances, but now, she only regarded it with a straight face that displayed how well the offer failed to amuse her. When her eyes met hers, she returned his gaze with a cold one. It wasn’t meant to scare him off, she just wanted to make it clear that she didn’t want anybody telling her to back off and leave January alone. She didn’t want anybody telling her that she’d falsely accused the other girl besides January herself. She wanted to make sure her message made it across clearly.Another reason why Elsa despised January was her inability to stand up for herself. It couldn’t be blamed on her needing to maintain her family’s perfect image. Perfect didn’t mean spineless. Besides, if one were confident that they were as perfect as they portrayed themselves to be, every accusation would be false, and the public, even the pesky paparazzi, wouldn’t be able to blame her for defending herself.She couldn’t hear their whispers over her rapid typing clearly, but she could make out what they were saying. “You don’t need to be that scared of Elsa,” she heard Flynn say. She bit her tongue, holding back her comments. “That scared of Elsa”? It was hard to imagine that anybody would be scared of her, since everybody she’d met either hated her, treated her harshly or simply just weren’t intimidated by her. But this was the first time she had treated anybody this way. It made her feel like she was treating January unfairly when she thought about it that way and a bit of guilt slipped into her heart. But she scowled and shook the feeling away. She wasn’t wrong to expect something from January besides Old Money perfection and shyness.She was just about to force herself into fully concentrating on her task when she felt Flynn’s fingers drumming against the back of her chair. She hissed and whipped her head back to glare at him, but in a somewhat friendly way. The way you would hiss at your best friend whenever they tickle your feet or jab you where you’re extremely ticklish. “As long as I need to,” she replied, “what do you want?” Her eyebrow rose at his confident smile. This was the part where he would propose an absurd idea and she would reject it, but end up doing it anyway. “A performance?” she repeated, clicking her tongue. A challenge, was it? It wasn’t uncommon for Flynn to randomly throw challenges her way, and sometimes it annoyed her, but she liked to pride herself for her record of winning. She glanced at January. Having to perform in front of her made Elsa slightly uncomfortable, but she’d played her music in front of January’s parents before, once, during a party held by the Cypresses, so she decided to just ignore the fact that she despised January for the sake of this challenge. “’Let’s’?” she muttered, standing. “If we’re going to do ‘let’s’ then give me your part.” Flynn couldn’t play for all she knew, and she knew quite well. How they performed together was Elsa playing her instrument, whether it be her violin, piano or even something else, alone, but the music would be of Flynn’s composition.
(view spoiler)[ Alessia, is Elsa's violin always at the base or does she bring it? I was thinking that if she didn't always keep it at the base now, she happened to keep it at the base last time they were there? (hide spoiler)]"Hmm," Flynn muttered to himself, and it was a playful, beautiful, young sound. If he weren't so occupied with maintaining something similar to peace within the base, his "hmm" would turn into actual humming. Sometimes, he would write down what he was humming, but other times, he would just keep humming it. "Well, I do have a new piece," he offered, with an even bigger grin. He scratched the side of his nose. To be honest, he did want to play something, but he didn't play any instrument. Maybe... he went over to the kitchen confidently, rummaged through the utensils drawer, and triumphantly held up a pair of chopsticks from some take-out as if he were Neil Armstrong and had just planted a flag on the moon. "I," he announced grandly, with his usual Flynn flair, "will play chopsticks. Like drums or triangles," he added. He didn't care that neither of those instruments were like chopsticks. Chopsticks were probably in that general percussion department. Putting one chopstick behind each ear, which would have been very difficult to do if he hadn't ever done it before, he strolled over to his computers, feeling their eyes following him. Paying the attention no mind -- in fact, enjoying it -- he pulled out a key from his pocket and slid it into a lock on the bottommost drawer of his lightwood desk. After it clicked invitingly, he pulled it open to reveal many, many, many pieces of staff paper. Sheet music. All over the papers was pencil scrawls and some darker black pen marks. He picked off the topmost one sitting upon the pile that was complete. Underneath that first sheet was another piece of music that was still incomplete, only the top half filled out. He shut it closed before anyone could get a closer look at it. He didn't like to show anyone but himself unfinished music. Even Elsa. He only consulted her what changes he could make after he'd finished and scrutinized it himself over and over and over. He emerged triumphant from below the desk. Busying himself again -- he was like a bee, speedwalking from one side of the base to the other -- he pulled Elsa's violin from a closet to the left of Flynn's desk. There were other materials there, but they were shrouded in shadow. But he always knew where Elsa's case was, even though it was way in the back. He pulled it out just like he had the drawer, happily. He laid the case gently on the floor next to Elsa, not worried that she'd get mad for touching her stuff without her permission. That wasn't really a mad Elsa, just an irritated one. An irritated Elsa he knew how to act around; it was the angry Elsa that required his complete attention and care. Flynn being a fast worker, especially with attention on him, this had all taken about three minutes in silence. He smoothly picked up his chopsticks from behind his ears, as if it were normal to hold your chopsticks anywhere but with your hands. "So, Elsa dear, whenever you're ready," he said, brimming with confidence and eagerness, his mouth starting to ache just a little from smiling so much in such little time.
So Flynn writes music? January thought to herself, tilting her head as he made his way across the floor. She thought about interjecting something every once in a while, but decided against it. She figured that she shouldn't interrupt his train of thought. So, instead, she just let her eyes trail him as he moved about. Opening one drawer of what seemed to be music he had composed, then moving to a closet, and going on. The darned boy was smiling from ear to ear, and January couldn't help but wonder if he was still trying to smooth things over or if he was just that excited for Elsa to play. I'll make him smile like that one day, I know I will. She couldn't stop herself from thinking. Just like she couldn't help but feel the twinge of jealousy, but that she pushed down. She convinced herself that it was probably because the two were close, and she had never really been close to anyone before. But, somewhere in her heart, she wondered how much she was was trying to trick herself.Just watching him put a little bit of a brighter smile on January's face. It didn't take long for him to set things up, but it seemed that she used every moment of it lost in her thoughts. Just as he finished, pulling the chopsticks from behind his ear, January leaned against whatever desk she was near. She didn't say anything, just watched and waited quietly for them to begin, her silly little smile still floating on her face.short agh
(view spoiler)[ That's understandable, though :) I don't know what I would've done besides a reaction ^^ Besides, it was good! :DBy the way, I'm thinking the song will be melancholy but with a hopeful tinge at the end? Just so when Elsa starts playing, we'll have the same idea in mind about how the song sounds. Maybe most of it should be relatively medium tones, but there are some really sad high notes that are few and far in between but impactful. Am I making any sense right now xD (hide spoiler)]
(view spoiler)[Okay so I found time to reply now yay~ Sorry if this post is going to be all dramatic about Elsa's relationship with music. And I'm thinking about Elsa having synesthesia, which would explain why she loves music a lot, thus the steel grey thingy. you guys think I should? I've never made a character with synesthesia before but I'm willing to do whatever research required (hide spoiler)]Chopsticks. Right. Elsa rolled her eyes. She wasn’t going to deny the fact that chopsticks were in the percussion department, but they weren’t anything like drums or triangles. They were just… Chopsticks. And the sounds they made were dull; if they made any sound at all that wouldn’t cost them their whole bodies. She watched silently as Flynn strolled over to his desk and slid a key into the bottommost drawer. He pulled out the top sheet and immediately shut the drawer, but Elsa managed to catch a glimpse of the incomplete composition that had been lying under the sheet Flynn had just pulled out. She couldn’t help wondering what kind of piece that would turn out to be. She didn’t ask about it because she knew it would be useless. Flynn didn’t show his incomplete works to anyone, not even her. She had to respect his boundaries.She was pulled out of her thoughts when Flynn set her violin case on the floor in front of her. She wasn’t surprised that he knew where she’d placed it, he’d always had. And she wasn’t mad that he’d touched it without her permission either, those phases of their friendship were already over. She was used to Flynn “borrowing” her pens and pencils whenever he suddenly had a spark of inspiration and needed to jot things down. And if they were to be hacking buddies, they couldn’t be so sensitive about their mouse or laptops. And she’d probably played her instruments with Flynn a thousand times already; she couldn’t have possibly made it through all those hours being petty about him touching her instruments. She rolled her eyes at “dear” as she knelt down to open her violin case. She pulled out her violin and, while reading Flynn’s composition, tuned it slightly. Then, picking up her bow, she tucked the violin under her neck and sat back down. The song was going to be melancholy, a typical piece from Flynn. She’d pestered him to come up with something cheerful for quite some time but she figured it was hard to get rid of habits. Besides, if he liked melancholy tunes, he should be given the right to write them. After all, if she wanted cheerful tunes, she could write her own not-as-good piece or ask Armistead to write one for her. Or she could dig up some pieces from other musicians, though she’d probably played her favorites a million times by now.With the sheet on the desk in front of her (for Flynn had probably reviewed this piece so many times before he could practically recite it by memory), she played the first note. It was deep and resonated in Elsa’s body. Her heart started picking up its pace. Even after all the years, music was still like a drug to her. It filled her veins with emotion, and made her heart beat so fast as if it couldn’t pump the music to fill every inch of her body fast enough. Armistead said it probably meant that Elsa still loved music, because it wasn’t dead to her and it never failed to bring her life. Maybe the only times she’d ever truly lived in her past twelve years was whenever she had music.Elsa let her fingers dance, pulling her bow in and out, letting the notes unravel and echo in the enclosed room. For the most part, the tones were relatively medium, but they slowly built up to the climaxes, the high notes that sparked something in her eyes and left specks of sadness in them. They were the punches of steel grey in the darkness that blinded her and left her reeling and shaken. In a good way. Everything music gave her was enchanting and breathtaking in all the good ways.The song slowed to an end, the notes raising then cut off, just before the climax. It sounded hopeful, a dull but warm orange instead of steel grey. And Elsa was pleased it ended that way. She may not have ever looked like it, but she appreciated happy endings. And although this piece didn’t end off “happily”, it had a positive note to it in the end. She was realistic, not everything, if anything at all, ended well. But that didn’t stop her from feeling pleased whenever things did.She let out a breath and put down the violin and bow, stretching her neck out a bit. “There, your performance,” she said curtly, the magic of the music starting to wear off. She bent down and placed her violin and bow back into their case, then zipped it back shut. She pulled open closet door and set her case back inside, where it was before. She returned to her seat and continued typing rapidly on her laptop, as if nothing had happened.
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