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Post by Serena Romano on Apr 5, 2017 5:26:23 GMT
Another day meant another school session- which also meant another, scheduled, and routine break after the first few class periods- even if it was rather limited in itself. Of course, to many other students, such a thing was practically a prayer or blessing seemingly bestowed upon them from whatever Gods and Goddesses peered among their very lives from whatever high held perches within the skies that they occupied. Many of them had actually taken care to spread themselves across the Aurora Academy campus by the time lunch rolled around, regardless of if they chose to remain or alone, or to even congeal together within a small band of chatter with their respective friends. The rooftop of the primary classroom buildings would prove to be no exception to this as quite a few individuals and groups alike spanned across its area, minding their own businesses as time ticked on and the break gradually began nearing its end tick by tick; second by second. Settled within the grassy portion of the common and rather popular parts of the roof would be a particular second year in mind, sitting close towards the farther fencing sector while also maintaining a spot within a corner that was equally as far. With her bag laid besides her, she sat silently and calmly while minding her own time; her legs crossed comfortably, and a book opened within her hands and resting within her lap while bright, yet oddly distant voids of azure of her shifted to and fro every so often in order to scan the texts offered before her. As would be expected of any reader, she flipped the pages on occasion- though at a rate that was seemingly much quicker than the average reading speed nonetheless. While well-known for being a somewhat static character that lacked common responses and social gestures during classes, one may or may not have been slightly surprised by the faintest smile of what could have been happiness and pleasure that tugged upon her lips while she progressed with her novel, though her gaze eventually shifted over to her bag as she briefly set the paperback down, reaching into it and pulling a couple of notebooks, as well as a pencil. "Inspired with another idea, eh?"The voice came from her left flank and upon the small perimeter of tiling that surrounding the general vicinity of the roof itself, and from a boy, all the same. His hair was a bit on the short yet wild side and looked to be dyed an equally bright hue of blue as her eyes were, though his own eyes held a vibrant variation of green. He appeared to be no more than a year or two older than she was as he leaned back casually with his statement, and one could have easily assumed him to be a fellow student if it wasn't for the fact that he was wearing neither variations of the school uniform. Despite the difference, however, the girl glanced over at him for a moment - the smile still visible upon her features - as she gave him a quick and curt nod in affirmation. To that, the other gave a rambunctious laugh as he nodded. "Ahaaaa...! Can't wait to hear about this one!" he exclaimed, moving his hands around as he leaned over and closer towards her, peering over the pages of her notebook as she opened them and began writing down. "This one's gonna be killer! I can already tell!"His intentions and remarks were obviously energetic and genuine by his tone, which was something that was more or less common due to the fact that countless people in the world held that type of demeanor. In fact, it would have been endearing to most to see such a hyped boy conversing with a person who seemed to be shy and reserved - while also seeming to motivate her to maintain her smile with his sheer energy - on most accounts. One thing was odd, however. It seemed like he was having a one-sided conversation as he simply laughed and smiled on his own, only continuing on with remarks and continuous questions of his own even as the girl gave him no vocal response. At first glance, other students on the sidelines could have deemed him 'weird' and 'crazy' because of how he looked to be talking to no one other than himself, despite the fact that he had a supposed companion right next to him. That would be far from the truth, though. To the unknowing eye, the occurrence and interaction would seem off and odd, yes. However, the truth of the matter was that the boy was actually a tulpa- or rather, a projection of one with the help of illusions. While he seemed to be talking to himself the entire time in between pauses and silences, he actually did gather and obtain his own replies from the neighboring second year through the mind and conscience that they both shared. A sort of mind-oriented conversation, one could say. He vocalized his thoughts, and also received replies from the girl herself since, in all technicality, they were one and the same. Illusion or tulpa or not; he never would have existed and would be capable of talking if she hadn't thought and willed him into existence from her mind to begin with. It was a normal thing between them in the same way that it was between her and a few other tulpae she had formed in the past. ...Of course, that wouldn't stop the occasional, confused glance from being sent their way as a result of their odd conversational patterns. Not everyone knew about the whole 'tulpa' and 'illusion' capabilities that she housed, after all. Especially because she never really talked. That second matter was mostly because she was more or less incapable of most interactions as it was, though.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2017 11:26:31 GMT
Walking around so much was sheer effort and Oliver didn't do effort. He wanted to sit down and gaze into the dark secrets of a book he had found in the library. He was excited to enclose himself in a bubble to just read away for hours and hours, before having to return to any actual work, but unfortunately he still had classes later on in the day, so he had to hold that off until sometime later but he could at least get through the first chapter if he found somewhere relaxing to stay. Oliver concluded that the roof would be populated but not as populated as other areas of the school thus attracting him to it because he didn't like silence but he didn't like too much noise, either. Sort of oddly specific. It was another one of his weird... nerd ... things. Anyway, he made his way around the building, trying to find the roof. Might be good to state at this point he didn't have an amazing sense of direction when around a new building. Oliver tends to get lost rather easily, compared to some other students. It's mostly due to the fact he's always trying to read something or observe something that he forgets where he is and has to start all over again from a new point. Probably best not to go on an adventure with him to anywhere other than a library. As he navigated his way through the dangerous corridors of a building known as school, he got increasingly agitated not being able to sit down. That was just like him, though. Always getting annoyed at not being able to just sit down and ready wherever he pleased. It was a good reason, but he let it bother him too much. Though, it makes sense that a book loving geek would want to just sit and read and not have to walk everywhere. " Finally. A staircase." he said, with hope. He clambered up each step, trying to scan his book, taking in every word like some kind of mad scientist, scanning it, flipping the page, scanning and repeating. With a gentle nudge, the door rattled open and swung around on its hinges, letting the light of the day hit him directly, blinding him momentarily. His beautiful brown eyes glazed, looking more beautiful than ever for a split second. His coat dangled off him, nearly touching the floor. Oliver looked like he could be burning up in all those clothes but he was actually naturally warm, compared to some, so he was more cold if anything. He wandered over to an area of the roof and just ignored everything else for a little while, leaning against the railing of the roof, hoping it wouldn't like collapse and kill him or something.
Something, however, in the corner of his mahogany eyes caught his attention, making him slightly curious. Was a boy... talking to themselves? What? That's strange--Really don't see that often--BUT maybe that was common in a school like this? But, that was odd. It peaked Oliver's interest because he craved knowledge and he wanted to know what was happening with this boy and if he could know then he'd feel satisfied about having come to the roof because he learned something knew.
"How do I approach this? Could... always just walk up to him. Would that be a good or bad idea? Perhaps bad? Isn't it classed as rude to interrupt people when they are speaking. But who is he speaking to? What if he's having some form of weird fit? Or, maybe I'm just overthinking things slightly but it does have me very curious. A boy, talking to seemingly nothing, on a high school rooftop. Ahh! I know what it is. He's crazy! Of course. I'm so smart!" he thought sarcastically to himself. It was a bad habit of his. To try and solve everything when he was bored and curious. The solution would have been as simple as the boy wasn't actually talking or something but Oliver would deduce he had some form of disease that was making him speak to thin air. Good thing he doesn't want to be a detective or the world would be rather screwed, wouldn't it? Anyway, after thinking about it all like a dumbass, he gently placed a beautiful ruby colored feather into his book, the tip just poking out the end, so that he could find his place. Carefully, he closed the book on the feather and slid it into his jacket pocket then, without hesitation, stood up straight and waddled over slowly, trying not to be seen before he could even get a word out. Within talking distance, he let a sharp, short "Hello?" pop out of his mouth, making him sound almost rude, in a way. Well, what could go wrong? Besides, well, you know. Everything.
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Post by Serena Romano on Apr 5, 2017 13:19:07 GMT
The sound of a new, foreign voice to the both of them easily caught their attention. Upon hearing the simple greeting offered to them, both Serena and her tulpa glanced up at once within a shroud of curiosity- though one that was a perhaps a bit cautious and skeptical on the former's behalf. Blinking quietly as she looked the newcomer over, the smile that she wore shrank ever so slightly as her writing hand began to unclench their fingers from the pencil that it bore absentmindedly, and she had unknowingly set it down upon the most recent page of her notebook as, for the countless time since her arrival to the academy, she found herself at a loss for words. Not that she would have been able to say them right there and then, of course. Traumatic experiences, and all. It was a normal thing, really, and something that her illusion noticed right off the bat without even glancing at her. Again, they shared the same conscience and all. All of their thoughts were known and shared. So, the tulpa next to her kept his eyes upon the other boy before allowing his grin to broaden even more, despite the third year's seemingly condescending tone. Shrugging, he rolled over and sat up correctly and within a casual manner and positioning. "Aaaaah, yo! What's that voice for, man? Got no need for it~!"Hearing his nonchalance made Serena widen her eyes in surprise and panic alike, and she simply stared at her companion while shaking her head quickly to and fro for a couple of moments. To that, however, the older boy simply shook his own head in response, chuckling and making a few patting motions her way as a form of reassurance before giving the newcomer another look. "Ya here to hang out and stuff? Yeah, we're doin' the same," he went on. Throwing his arms out suddenly and extending his legs all the while, he abruptly fell over onto his back before laying down with a loud and overly exaggerated sigh. A laugh was submerged within it all the while as he quickly shot one of his arms and hands into the air afterwards, waving it. "Name's Ethan, by the way! Aaaand this lovely little girl right next to me is Serena! See, she wants to introduce herself to you, buuut she...kinda...can't talk. Well, I mean, she can but she's scared to, aaaaand kinda has a damn huge fear of talking to other people, soooo..."Needless to say by that point, Ethan was a talker. From then on, he seemed to go on and on with telling the third person about himself, as well as go on a small ramble about how his friend was a selective mute- though somehow without giving any of the reasons or justifications of that. Serena herself merely stared at Ethan with a small, embarrassed hue of crimson upon her cheeks from the sheer amount of talking he was doing before looking over at the other. She held a faintly apologetic look within her gaze, though still appeared to be curious and cautious of the new encounter all the same.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2017 14:33:04 GMT
A sudden motion. The boy would quickly slide his right hand into his left pocket, pulling out a small notepad, very worn down, brown and it had a jewel in the middle. It was an amethyst, the color had been shaded out almost, giving it a dark, green color. Beautiful, really. There was a small red strap that ran down the side of the notebook to make sure it stayed closed and didn't open by accident and it had the letters "O.H of the H family" engraved into the top left side of it. He flicked the brown strap off, motioned the book open with his index finger and then reached into another pocket pulling out a shagged pencil, with the same engraving on the side. A tainted teal color. " Sorry, I apologize for the rather harsh tone. I believe it is my accent. Still adjusting to the change." he said, in a very British accent. He studied the attitude of this new, strange boy and glanced down at the girl every now and again. " Hm, he has a very casual tone about it, nothing too crazy, seems to be rather talkative, likes to be chilled out, knows this young girl well enough to know she doesn't like talking, was probably talking to her the entire time. But if she doesn't speak to him, or anyone, how does she communicate with him and how does he know what she's thinking? It doesn't make much sense, unless she talks to him but no one else. Because he stated that she does talk but ... she's selective, with her speaking." he pondered, writing down bullet-points in his raggedy notepad. It was probably a bit rude of him to try and gather all the information but he was determined to have some knowledge of as many people as he could hence him bringing his notepad to the school in the first place. I mean, he had plenty for studying and note taking elsewhere so why not use this special one to jot information about people down so that he could use it later as a source. Forgetting names, digging more information up, all that stuff. He gave off a vibe of a detective but he wasn't that smart. He was just curious. " Nice to meet you Ethan" he paused for a second, letting his eyes peer down at the quiet girl. " And you, Serena, was it? Beautiful name. Rare name, at that. Never heard it before. I wonder where it originated. It's at the top of my mind but I can't quite put a pin in it... Ahh! Latin! Oh my, oh my, that really is a beautiful name. Latin is my favorite language, actually. Incredible. All the words in the language, or most, are believed to have derived from Latin and Greek, both beautifully, incredible languages that just seem so perfect." Oliver was excitable when it came to words, very easily got off into mad rants about where they derived from, their origin and what they mean, which was annoying for most because appreciation of words nowadays was lacking and this disappointed Oliver. He let his eyes wander every now and again while he wrote word after word in his notepad. He was writing so much despite them having barely said very much at all, so it might confuse them but he had actually started writing about other Latin words because he lost his train of thought but it soon returned and so did his eyes to the boy. " So, thinking logically..." looking down at Serena, he continued. " You came to the roof because you knew it was a rather popular location but people come here to relax and rest, not to disturb or be loud, didn't you?" The only reason he came to this conclusion was because it was the same reason that he, himself, had come to the roof. Though, in a way, he was sort of defeating that purpose by bugging this young lady and her companion. She most likely wanted peace, not to be disturbed, she had some kind of notepad or writing pad, a writing device. She most definitely came here to let her mind float away. That's what he concluded, at least. And, he understood the feeling very well. He actually wanted to do the exact same thing but the whole situation with the boy talking to himself had him rather curious and he was still curious even now, more so, because of this mute girl. Oliver had never actually met someone who was mute before. He had met deaf people, blind people, people with disabilities, people who have fits, people who suffer due to mental illnesses but never... someone who didn't want to talk or couldn't. Granted, this situation was slightly more different because it wasn't like she couldn't speak, as the boy said, but it was still something new and to someone like Oliver, new is good. Oliver took a moment to look at the sky. A secret hobby of his was stargazing because he believed the stars held knowledge beyond man's imagining but unfortunately for him, it wasn't nighttime right now, so he couldn't see the stars. That wasn't why he looked at the sky, though. He looked because he needed to think. Oliver wasn't good at thinking when he directly saw people looking at him that he hasn't met before so he stretched his neck back, his hair drooping off, down his back like a soaked mop. " How do I communicate with a mute? She doesn't speak, and the best I have is this boy who knows her well. Perhaps she would communicate through him? BUT that would be pointless, wouldn't it? Couldn't she just relay it to me at that point. No. She can't. Because she's afraid, that's what he said, isn't it? Yes, it is. Perhaps I have to try and earn her trust before she'll talk to me--But will that work?--maybe, maybe not. Well, first things first. Introductions. I never introduced myself. How rude." he pondered to himself, trying to not doze off into a thousand different thoughts that'd make him forget he was even in reality in the first place. " Sorry, how rude of me. I'm Oliver. It's a pleasure to meet you." he said, offering a small, forced smile. 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Post by Serena Romano on Apr 6, 2017 4:28:09 GMT
Talking was an extremey strong point and talent alike for and with Ethan, even if his existence wasn't legitimate true in the long run. Those who had managed to meet him could have definitely supported that statement with claims and even possible recollections of their own upon encountering the tulpa. Because of this easygoing nature of his, it was safe to say that conversations and meetings with him were always active and ongoing, to say the least. Even when the talk had reached a gradual and perhaps even awkward pause or stop altogether, that brief period of quietness only often even lasted for no more than a few minutes as he went on to revive the chat with his own thoughts out loud; most commonly within the form of a question, or even an oddly-formed remark that would have either caused a few smiles or confused expressions - if not both at the same time, much to his amusement - to surface upon their faces while they listened to him talk on and on, all while responding to him whenever it was deemed necessary to do so. When gatherings reached a rocky and teetering quietness, he was always there to revive it within a heartbeat as he practically shoved his questions and remarks into the silence. Which was why it was shocking yet curiously amusing all the same as he slowly fell quiet, watching as the neighboring boy reached around to reel his own little notebook out. It even surprised Serena to some degree, though after she, too, noticed the paperback and pen that the newcomer had pulled out, she couldn't help but avert her attention towards him, as well. Side by side, both Ethan and Serena watched as the third year jotted his notes down accordingly - Ethan in childish curiosity, and Serena with that and faint self-consciousness of what he could have possibly been writing down - and exchanged inquiring gazes every so often between themselves before allowing eyes of both emerald and azure alike and respectively to drift back towards the one who was currently writing. This continued on for a truthfully reasonable amount of time despite the fact that it felt as if a higher amount of time had been lost to them, and they simply made do with listening to the third teen's remarks and seeming deductions whenever he made them. Only when he addressed them by their respective names did they make some type of reply. Upon being called out and referred to, Ethan rose an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes, giving the makeshift detective another broad grin, as well as a wave of his hand, as his own, initial greeting. Serena, on the other hand, blinked silently and softly before her eyes widened; a small and subtle gesture that she had been caught off guard by his comment about her name. Hearing someone - anyone - aside from her tulpae was an intensely foreign topic and thing to her, as well as something that she didn't quite know how to respond to or deal with appropriately as a result of her lack of experience with compliments and the like. Because of that, a faint tinge of crimson danced vaguely upon her cheeks once she fully registered his remark, and out of according embarrassment and fluster alike, she merely glanced down at the ground while pondering to herself for the moment. Catching immediate sight and notice of the movement, Ethan peered over at his friend. His grin widened all at once as he laughed and patted her on the shoulder a couple of times; something that she would have flinched in a heartbeat at if it hadn't been from Ethan or the other tulpae that she had created. The others obviously weren't there at the time, of course, though that still didn't dismiss the fact that she was comfortable enough for them to give her a pat or two without showing some sort of fear and recoil to even an accidentally raised hand, much like she had done many times in the past with other, unknowing individuals. Following that action of his would be another shifting of his attention, and one that lingered and locked upon the standing writer. He posed his inquiry, and to that, Ethan simply gave him a continuous grin, alongside a casual thumbs up for him to see. "Sounds like ya got the gist of it, bro," he affirmed, nodding. With those words, the hand that he raised to him curled its fingers instinctively before falling back into his lap, and he gave a long, perhaps even exaggerated yawn before going on with a faintly teary eye by then. "Rooftop's always a popular place, but it's still quiet. A great place for us to burn our break in- especially since it's always got a great view and great winds, too!"As if on cue, he glanced up at the sky around the time that their questioner had done, and upon seeing them do so, Serena curiously went on to follow suit. From the corner of her eye, she glanced over the British boy with a faint sense of concealed and bashful interest before giving her attention to the heavens above them once more. Ethan himself had breathed a softer chuckle as she had done so, sparing her a look before placing voids of viridian upon the third individual who had been talking with him. He nodded yet again at his introduction; a sign of acknowledgment. "Ditto," was his simple and initial, one-worded response. Giving him a slightly mischievous yet good-willed smirk, the blue-haired tulpa looked over at Serena once more, earning her attention and giving her a questioning look as if silently asking her some type of inquiry. After a few moments had passed and she gave him a small nod of what appeared to be confirmation, however, Ethan's grin broadened as he gazed at Oliver after he formally introduced himself. "Renny thinks the same, too. Also says that it's nice to find someone with an interest in Latin and all that other jazz, too. Y'know. Old languages. Roots. Literature. That stuff."He peered over at Serena for another time before moving his eyes towards the skies above them again, shrugging. A hum formed within his throat before he tilted his head and gave Oliver a sparing glance from the corner of his eye. "Aaaand she also has a question... Wants to know if you think the sky's pretty, too~."
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Now, Oliver was an avid lover of Latin culture and their language, especially when someone else was interested but the way Ethan addressed it, amused Oliver. It was like he, himself, didn't care for Latin, just his friend. Seemed rather evident from the whole "And stuff." But this conversation kept Oliver interested. Very interested. She was communicating almost perfectly with Ethan despite being a quiet person. - Which, by the way, was amazing. Instead of trying to rant more and more, he took the time to listen to them and read over the notes he had written. He had honestly just come to find a place to rest and then got into this rather odd conversation. Why, though? Why did this conversation happen? Why did it have to happen? Why couldn't it have just not happened? So many questions ran through Oliver's head because honestly, it all made very little sense to him. And he wanted to avoid a rant, really, but Ethan hit a keyword. The keyword for making Oliver go off. - The sky? Yes, the sky. Oliver's favorite interest. The sky was this amazing, infinite thing that was forever expanding beyond human imagination and was the reason Oliver wanted to study more than most. He wanted to know everything about the sky and what it held. What knowledge was hidden within it? The sky could also change color, if you wanna be weird about it. Dark, to light, light, to dark. Well, shades, not colors. Stupid me. "Do I... think the sky is pretty, too?" he whispered softly, looking back up in complete and utter awe. "I think the sky is the prettiest thing in the entire universe that man has seen. I think you sky is the most beautiful, incredible thing ever. The way it's light blue colors flow through the day with almost no notice from us humans is amazing. The way it always comes back during the day and during the night, it's filled with thousands of millions of stars all lighting the sky up, all so very far away but even right here, we have our own star. The sun! A ball of boiling heat that scorches away on it's own, in a long distance relationship with the moon but they can never touch. The sun and moon. It's even a term used nowadays for certain relationships. For example, "She was the sun, he was her moon." And, there's even things beyond the sky that we'll never see because we won't live long enough. The sky has been there for longer than any human alive right now. It holds more secrets than any man or place. And while all of this is true, it's also one of the things we take for granted..." he paused, slowly rising his hand to the sky and lining it up with a cloud, the blue seeping through the gaps between his fingers as he looked with one eye. "Unfortunately, someone as simple as me cannot study it because I have no way of doing so. I want to be able to know all secrets which the stars hold but I cannot because... that is the way the world works, and it is unfair but perhaps one day, my children or the children of my children will be able to freely study them but I shall not. Not in this time and age, unless I become an astronaut. But I always disliked big suits. Anyway, enough of that. I ranted too much." Oliver took a moment to awkwardly rub the back of his head, almost as if embarrassed from the fact he just went off on a massive speech. Maybe this was why so many people found it difficult to talk with Oliver. Always talking so much, always asking questions, always trying to see what else there was behind the shadows, peering into the souls of every secret. - That's what Oliver thought secrets were, after all. Souls. Parts of the human that must never be found out, that we tell to share a load or to give knowledge that only certain people must know but we why just make them sound so serious when they are only tiny bits of information? That's why Oliver believed that secrets hold soul, hold emotion that we have. And he did it again. Oliver went off on another mindless thought rave and sorta lost mind of reality. He had already done it countless times while in conversation with these two but this one seemed rather more deep and thought provoking than his last. He probably looked like a weirdo, just staring into space, randomly, not saying anything else. Peering and peering. A few moments later Oliver stopped and looked back down at the girl, staring into her eyes, her beautiful, secret-filled eyes. He was curious as to what she had seen. With a slow motion, as not to scare them, he moved past Ethan and knelt down in front of her, looking at her, studying her with his hazel eyes, not looking away for anything. His eyes dropped down and back up. Ever-gazing. She was interesting, she was unique and so was her friend Ethan. Who was he? A boy who could communicate with a mute. That didn't make sense to him but he didn't ask. He figured they had been friends for a very long time but he still had reason to be skeptical. Who wouldn't be? It's natural to be skeptical. " Now, you... You, Serena. Are amazing. Beautiful. With a Latin name." he smiled softly before standing up again and looking towards Ethan again. " And you, sir. You are a funny one, I like you." pausing, to look down at his notepad and then putting his pencil to the paper. "Friends..." the word slipped out of his mouth so casually but he made it seem as if it was an alien concept. As if he didn't know what friends were. Strange, though. Because before he came here, he had friends, so why did he sound so surprised now? It wasn't like he couldn't make friends. He could if he really, really wanted to but it was more than that. It was as if he wanted to be friends with the girl but knew it wouldn't be easy. She liked Latin roots, that was more than enough reason to want to be friends with her but... why? Slanting his head slightly, looking back at the girl. Would she be his first friend here? Oliver gave a rather unhopeful look. Wordcount: 1,087Serena Romano
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