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Post by Reverie Darvill on Jun 11, 2012 11:16:40 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px, btable] It was an almost surprisingly calm atmosphere, for Reverie.
Usually she was trying to do this or that, but currently she was seated, only the slight swinging of her dangling legs giving any indication she wasn't content to remain perched on the bench. If David saw her, he'd probably make some sort of jest, or take an exaggerated and audible "note" on her behavior. Even outside the Dream World, she was ever-reckless, rambunctious, and too damn curious to sit still for long, lest her attention remain focused on some thing or another.
Then again, she was eating.
Reverie had figured out how to break bread through recipes she'd managed to retrieve from the top shelf of one of his cabinets, and and thoroughly enjoyed it. Sure, she'd burnt the first few loaves, but after a while she got the hang of it, even quite literally spicing up the recipe - or, in this case, sweetened it.
Breaking off another crumble of her sweetened bread, she more or less shoved it in her mouth, licking the crumbs from her palm, chewing thoroughly to savour the delicate and carefully-concocted flavour, and swallowed, humming after in contentment.
Out of everything in Alamira, eating was definitely one of her favourites. It made her content to sit down, rest, people watch any passerbys tottering around in the parkside. While it lasted, anyway.
Opening her eyes, Reverie glanced around again for any new developments or motions she'd missed within the last few seconds since she'd shut them. There were a few more moving people - groups, typically, a few soloist like herself milling about or seated somewhere or messing with trees or flowers or plants - but the more interesting new thing were the birds that'd settled near her.
Reverie shifted, sitting up slightly, blue eyes trained on the grey and black bird. They weren't unfamiliar - she'd seen them elsewhere - but she hadn't been this close to any before. She watched them move about; pecking at the ground, hopping a few paces back or forth or to the side, occasionally fluttering their wings or letting out a noise.
Reverie tilted her head, intrigued, stilling her feet so as not to frighten them. They were hungry too, huh? Reverie glanced down at the loaf of bread she carried, then back at them. Her gaze flickered between the bread and the birds. She normally wouldn't share, but then, it'd certainly be interesting, to see how they'd react... Birds in the urban areas seemed more prone to fly away, and who knew if these birds went there or not...?
Hesitantly, looking around out of habit, Reverie tore off another bit of bread; but instead of eating it, she cast it on the ground, near the birds. Her aim was a bit off, but a few saw it, hopping toward the breadcrumbs and pecking at them with fervor.
Reverie watched intently, trying to figure when food became greater than fear birds seemed to usually possess, if they were chewing or swallowed pieces whole, how fast they ate, how small the crumb would be before they gave up on it. She started leaning forward, wanting a better view, focus on the feathered critters...
Until they abruptly fussed themselves up and took to the sky in a surprisingly loud take-off. Reverie flinched, holding a hand in front of her face, but none bothered her, instead already moving away. They were indefinite now, more just shapes in the sky than creatures on the ground.
After blinking a few times after them, Reverie returned her gaze to the ground. A few breadcrumbs were still there that they would've eaten.
Slightly bummed, Reverie ripped off another chunk of bread and popped it in her mouth, glancing around. Some person was coming near; they must've heard it before she did and took off, or maybe something was thrown that she'd missed between all rustling of feathers. She let out a disappointed breath, sighing in a huff. So much for that. Lame. Stupid approaching-person.
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Post by Morgan Evans on Jun 23, 2012 15:20:32 GMT -7
Everything was quiet. Very quiet. Disturbingly, disastrously quiet. People were out and about in the Parkside today, but Morgan was sure that they were far away enough not to disturb the current scene unfolding: that of a predator stalking oblivious prey. He was close and surveying the distracted targets-- the random blonde girl was breaking off pieces of bread and throwing them at the ground, and pigeons were pecking at the treat. Not a single glance was thrown his way, and it worked fine to his benefit. Just a little more and...
AKSHWIJERTFROSHGSLFJH THEY FLEW AWAY!!!
Goddammit. Morgan was sure that this time, he would have been quiet enough on his feet to approach a flock of pigeons without scaring them off, but he was wrong. Either he wasn't doing well enough, or those birds were getting smarter-- and they had a terrible reputation as it was. He considered himself better than a flock of stupid rats with wings, damnit!
Oh well. He straightened his posture and approached the girl on the bench like a normal person it would've been too much to ask otherwise, noting there was enough space left over for him to take a seat. He didn't feel like doing that just yet, though. It would be awkward considering he was just done being a creepy blond wannabe-ninja just a few moments ago and that she was possibly looking in his general direction when the birds flew away. Terrible first impression, possibly.
Instead, Morgan pointed at the empty spot and just to be sure, he asked aloud, "Uh, hey, are you expecting company?"
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Post by Reverie Darvill on Jun 26, 2012 8:03:05 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px, btable]Reverie's eyes flickered back to the approaching guy - tall, yellow-haired, and for some reason she wanted to label him "bulky" despite the fact he wasn't very wide - as she swallowed. She sucked in one of her cheeks, eyes staring at him almost territorially as he came far too close.
As in, it looked like he was really going to stop here. As in, to sit on the bench. Or something. Probably.
Casually as she could, Reverie took a direct bite from her bread. A clear indication she would not be sharing. Just offering to the pigeons had been a stretch.
The pigeon-chaser-awayer pointed at the other side of the bench. "Uh, hey, are you expecting company?"
Slowing her chewing, Reverie considered him, eyes narrowed a little as she tried to think of how to respond. What was it that David told her to be? Ambleble? Ami-bee? Amiably? Something with "amy" and "blee" she thought. Amiably sounded about right. Shame she couldn't remember whatever it was supposed to mean.
"N-No more 'ehn t'e birds," She said after she swallowed, resisting the urge to spoil her confident-seeming pose to lick away the crumbs around her lips.
"Oo-Oo's askin'?" She prompted, biting down on her tongue inside her mouth after the question before she spurted out some other dumb comment. Plus, if she never quieted, he might just sit down and answer in bulk for a really long time. And she didn't particularly think she'd like that. |
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Post by Morgan Evans on Jun 28, 2012 10:46:25 GMT -7
"Who's asking? Uh... me. I'm the only person around with their mouth moving and addressing you specifically. That's an incredibly silly question." Morgan did not find the question so silly as to avoid her for asking it, though, so he took his seat anyway. There wasn't much that was better to do except perhaps find another flock of pigeons to sneak up on and catch and no wait that was stupid. He didn't feel like doing that anymore.
So he stared ahead at the scenery in silence with the occasional sigh to denote his boredom. The parkside was nice, just... not anything to write home about unless it was nighttime, in which case he was okay with it and much enjoyed sitting near the inlet with Jerry for company no stop laughing shut up that's an awesome stuffed bear and it assists him in rescuing people. Yeah, he liked that a lot more than having nothing to do in honest daytime with a weird uppity blonde girl eating some bread.
He snuck a glance at that bread, though. Looked delicious. Well, looked delicious, sorry. For all he knew it could be completely bland and tasteless which would explain well why she was feeding it to birds. If the bread was any good, she wouldn't be doing that. Clearly. And pigeons had terrible enough taste to eat anything squishy and even partly edible, totally justifying the use of boring bread instead of actually good foodstuffs. Yes, that logic was undeniably sound.
Yet the girl really looked like she was enjoying that bread! So unless her taste was just as bad as a bird's, this was veeeerrrry curious. ".... Where'd you buy that?" He would have to buy his own loaf and taste for himself. .... Okay so he's hungry and wants something. Sue him.
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Post by Reverie Darvill on Jun 28, 2012 11:20:47 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px, btable]She glared at the guy with his smart-alecky response. Well duh it was him. Did people here not reading connen--conna--connotation of words or something? She hoped it wasn't some social convention to take everything so black-white-single dot. Otherwise it might get all too boring...
"'N-'Nless you're jus' not gettin' it," She grumbled before letting out an irked breath. What a dunkass idiot.
Not that her question was very deep, and she hadn't known what would be an okay answer, buuuut she just didn't like that response, so that warranted a remark of her own (however under-her-breath it was) since Dave wasn't around to prod her or apologize for every other word she said.
A few moments passed of quiet between them, before he piped up again. Reverie gave the guy a skeptical look, not trusting his "idle question" (as Dave would call it) to not lead to him trying to take some of her bread.
"'S-'S mine, y' can't have'ny, I made it," Reverie said, words coming out in quick succession, scooting away from him. She held the bread closer to her, taking another bit directly from the loaf, her eyes not leaving his. No way was he getting any of her bread. Nuh-uh. No way in Dreamland!
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Post by Morgan Evans on Jun 29, 2012 18:55:16 GMT -7
"Oh, really? Great, you can make more then!" With that, Morgan reached over and snatched what was left of the bread out of the girl's hands and took a direct bite out of it. He made a surprised noise mid-chew at the taste of the bread. It wasn't bland or boring at all, it was rather sweet and fluffy-- too much so, it broke easily enough to have flakes or crumbs or whatever raining on his shirt. It wasn't some overwhelming amount, however, so it didn't stop his enjoyment much.
"Holy crap, you made this? It's not bad, I mean, he paused to chew and gulp, "yeah, s'not bad at all. The hell were you feeding it to pigeons for?"
He took another bite, and a remark that 'pigeons wouldn't know what good bread was even if it hit them in the face' was just about to spill out of his mouth but he thought better of it. The girl had already asked a silly question before, she'd probably take the saying the wrong way and retort with maybe she actually DID hit them in the face with it. That, or that obviously they knew what good bread was considering they ATE it and all, but he was not about to get into a damn argument on the intelligence of birds or draw a graph where the line of "pigeon smarts and identification skills" hit a plateau on a designated point on the X-axis scaling various "tastiness of bread", kay? He was just... enjoying some damn fine baked goods here. Breaking out the math to prove birds were stupid could wait.
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Post by Reverie Darvill on Jul 17, 2012 10:03:53 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px, btable]Reverie let out a horrified gasp as the bread was oh-so-rudely snatched from her hands, blondie boy saying it was great she made it since she could just make more. She actually let out a small shriek as he took a direct bite into it, completely undeterred by the fact she had been doing just that earlier. "No-!"
Rev hardened a glare at him, her eyes starting to cheer up. Maybe she shouldn't cry, maybe it was childish, but for all purposes she was a child, and that was her bread she'd worked hard to make and then he'd gone and stolen even though he didn't do anything or even know her and it was just so incredibly rude, even if he was giving her roundabout praise for her sweetbread and-- and--
Reverie started shaking slightly, then rammed her small body into the stranger bread-snatchers's side, reaching back for the bread she'd worked hard to bake. "G-Give it back!" She half-shouted, even though her voice was likely much louder than the impact she had against him.
"I-It's my bread, a-and I made it, a-and no one helped a-and you didn't help a-and it's m-mine--!" She let out a distressed noise from her throat. "S-So give it back--!"
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Post by Morgan Evans on Jul 17, 2012 16:40:10 GMT -7
On second thought, there'd have to be a change of plans on the agenda. It's not every day one gets their side assaulted by a little blonde football player, after all.
"Hey--!"
"G-Give it back! I-It's my bread, a-and I made it, a-and no one helped a-and you didn't help a-and it's m-mine--! S-So give it back--!"
"Geez, okay, here!" He handed the rest of the bread loaf back to the little quarterback girl. There wasn't much left anyway, but hopefully it'd fit the requirement of 'it' that he needed to give back before she started squealing some more. Her voice was annoying! Adorable 'cause of the stuttering issues, but annoying because she was angry and directing that at him. What was her problem anyway? She was the one that said that she had awesome sweetbread and made it herself actually she made no such claim to her bread being awesome and he was just trying to figure out whether that was true or not. Make a claim, then test it for veracity. Science!
Yup. Made perfect sense.
"There, you happy? I'll just make my own bread so you stop doing your weird complainy thing. And I bet whatever bread I make will be better than yours and you won't have any! Bleh," he stuck his tongue out.
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Post by Reverie Darvill on Jul 21, 2012 14:15:17 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px, btable]"Geez, okay, here!" the guy relented, handing back what remained of the loaf to her. She immediately took it and scooched back to the other edge of the bench, as far from him as she could get without standing up.
She looked down at her bread - really, between her bites and the pigeons and this stranger's selfish rudeness, there wasn't much left. Reverie frowned, upset. It was her food, so it should've stayed hers. She should only have to make another loaf because she wants to and finished hers in her own time, not because some stranger went and stole it right from her lap..
Reverie pressed her lips together, looking up to watch him warily. She didn't trust him to really leave her and her bread alone. After all, he'd already gone and grabbed it and bitten out of it even after she said he couldn't have any-!
"There, you happy? I'll just make my own bread so you stop doing your weird complainy thing. And I bet whatever bread I make will be better than yours and you won't have any! Bleh,"
Reverie pouted at this statement accompanied by view of his tongue, displeased. What a jerk.
"G-Good! I-I hope you b-burn your bread, and your tongue, a-and it gives you indiges'shun!" Came her retort, and she mimicked his behavior, sticking her tongue out at him in return. Humph! Jerkface!
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Post by Morgan Evans on Jul 21, 2012 16:18:42 GMT -7
How rude! He successfully tried his hand at some science and this is how the girl repaid him? She attacked him without any warning, stole his sample and scooted over to her side of the bench as if forbidding him to take credit for affirming that the bread was sweet and not bland. Well, fine! She could keep that bread. And if it were really tasteless, then she would've kept it even faster and he wouldn't care. She could continue enjoying her crappy bread while he went off to make his own awesome loaf, more awesome than hers would be.
Well, that was his plan anyway. Because hey why not. And she wouldn't have any of it so it'd serve her right. Hmph!
"G-Good! I-I hope you b-burn your bread, and your tongue, a-and it gives you indiges'shun!" She stuck her tongue out him in return.
"Indigestion? My bread won't fail that badly, just so you know. So bleh some more!" He stuck his tongue out then, same as before except he waggled it at her as if that would prove his point any better. "Anyway, you just run along now and go... do other stuff, or else I'll steal whatever's left of your loaf." He waved his hand at the girl, trying to shoo her off. If she didn't like his attitude then there were plenty of other places to be in that happened to not be 'in the same bench with some blond guy', so she could take her leave while he enjoyed his scenery in peace and plotted some things.
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