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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Jan 5, 2009 23:10:36 GMT -5
Danny leaned against the freezing wall of a harbor shop, pensive brown eyes staring out into the sea. Steel gray waves crashed into each other and the pier, driven by the tumbling wind that also blew the teen's white scarf to and fro. He stayed there for a few more minutes before he pushed himself away. The cold from the wall had managed to seap through the sleeve of his coat, forcing the teen to move. Sighing, he pulled his scarf up over his ever-present grin and walked away.
Danny then ducked into a nice warm shop, trying to escape the frigid gales. Immediately, the change in temperature turned his cheeks bright red; even with the scarf, he looked like he was blushing. Strolling around the store, he looked around for something interesting...aha. Instead of finding a distraction on the shelves, Danny found himself examining a highly depressed-looking figure. Garbed in nothing but black and red, the boy had a solemn expression coupled with bits of metal on his face. With some amusement, Danny noticed the boy had a bit of white peaking from the hem of his coat. Looks like he could use someone to talk to, the raven-haired teen thought, walking over to the melacholy teen.
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Post by stephy on Jan 5, 2009 23:26:46 GMT -5
The day had been long, his wanderings cut short by the sharp bite of the sea air as evening closed in. The shop was a nice refuge he supposed, The scenery inside was a bit drab but he didn't mind it, he was used to it. The old trinkets it sold adorned shelved made of oak, Boating supplies and other more intricate supplies hid locked behind counters and glass showcases. His pale hands felt clenched in his pockets, he didn't dare touch anything, his mind didn't take much interest in it anyways.
The old floorboards creaked underfoot as he shuffled, and he looked to the side as he heard the door clammer shut. The figure was rather short for a guy, his cheeks were a slight shade of crimson as his warmly dressed person entered the warmed shop. Then again, he was shorter then him so it didn't really suit him to make remarks. He quickly looked back to the strange fishing hooks that were on the shelf before him, his blank stare showing little to no emotion, his face in a kind of small frown.
Really, by all rights he should be heading back to his Cousin's house. It was starting to get late, the sun was beginning to lower over the horizon lazily, brilliant oranges and reds were starting to stain the sky like the spilling of blood. The air from the before opened door hit him with a strange fishy scent, he crinkled his nose against it. The floor creaked, The figure approached him and he forced himself to look back, frowning as he was accustom.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Jan 6, 2009 6:47:34 GMT -5
((...Five-ten is short?))
Danny's hidden grin widened as his distraction looked at him, a slightly angry frown present. The boy's eyes were quite shocking at first; the red eye-shadow beneath made a startling (and somewhat sickly) contrast with his complexion. Was this kid trying to look like a corpse? It sure seemed like it. Oh well...that's alright, the smiling teen thought after the inital alarm. It just makes him more interesting. Giving the boy a cheery wave, Danny put on a friendly smile and pulled down his scarf.
"So! I've never seen you around Shelpey Alley before," said the merrier boy, attempting to make a good conversation. The red tint brought to his face by the temperature had vanished, replaced with his usual pallor. His brown eyes examined the stranger with an oddly serious curiousity. "What's your name?" While waiting for an answer, Danny faked interest in a fishing bauble. By playing with something else, he could at least seem a LITTLE normal - he didn't want to come off as creepy than he had already been.
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Post by stephy on Jan 7, 2009 1:05:29 GMT -5
{ Lol, Around me everyone seems to be incredibly tall. And Since Rory is supposed to be from where I'm from as well, he'd have the same expierience. He's shorter then Danny anyways, so ;P }
Rory raised an eyebrow at the stranger before him, his face unchanging other then that betrayal. His attempts at making him speak seemed pathetic to him, there wasn't any point other then some kind of misplaced curiousity that he'd seen before in many others. Although the look in the dusty depths of his eyes seemed to mock the cheeriness in which he spoke. It felt almost dangerous, but who was he kidding, he was probably just the same.
'I suppose I can play along.' The shop seemed to offer nothing but bleak and boring thoughts, it's not like he'd take it far anyways. For all he knew, this new distraction was just planning on mocking him or trying to tear down his deffences anyways. People were cruel, that's how the world was. He couldn't sugar coat it, and he couldn't let it get to him. Ignoring it was usually the best way, bitterness only lead to it's worsening.
"Why would I tell you my name." His voice was lower then it usually was, A slight growl curled into it's form. His eyes were dulled as usual, and emotionless as he'd learned to keep them. He considered walking past him and through the door, but the thought of the cold air sent a silent chill down his spine. It was bright anyways, Darkness would come soon enough and with it the blessed quiet and clarity it usually braught him.
He cocked his head to the side only a fraction of an inch, he wondered if the game was going to get more interesting.
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