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Post by Astrid Rotweil on Oct 13, 2011 14:29:15 GMT -5
< Starts off at the school, but most of the thread will be at the rink. >
< Astrid repays Avery for his reassurance the day they met. >
< This is also a day after 'not-a-date' takes place, so Sunday. >
> Doing things away from Gage was weird now. Ever since they'd met, the two had been nearly inseparable. Feeling needed, wanted... loved. That was the best feeling in the world.
> And she owed it all to Avery.
> He'd been right about everything. Her life before meeting Gage had been gray compared to the vibrant colors she knew now. Lately, she'd been keeping her hair streaked, tipped, instead of completely dyed. Why? Because suddenly she felt as if that light brown hair was something to be proud of.
> So her good feelings were all thanks to Avery, in a sense. He'd convinced her, in his weird subtle way, to open up and accept her place as a Sacrifice for Gage. This was the best turn of events she'd ever had in her life, so she felt as if she owed the other Sacrifice.
> She'd emailed him the night before, telling him to get his tiny tail down to the parking lot. Yesterday, she'd spent the night on the town with Gage, watching a movie at the theater and then just killing time, just the two of them. Today, Sunday, she wanted to take Avery out, just two friends.
> She'd checked the schedule at the ice rink in town, curious about skating, a new pastime to try out. She'd never gone skating before, not once. She'd taken a moment earlier that morning to drive into town on her moped and pick up a pair of skates for herself, saving some money to buy some for Avery if he needed it. She didn't know if he liked skating or if he even knew how to, but she hoped he'd enjoy the treat.
> Now she sat on her moped, the saddle bags packed with her winter coat, scarf and hat as well as her new skates. She'd decided to leave the weed at home, though. Avery, she was sure, didn't smoke it and being stoned with sharp blades on one's feet wasn't such a good plan of action. Nor was driving, which she rarely did stoned.
> She hoped he'd gotten the email. In it, she'd mentioned not to bring Skylar, that this was specifically for the two Sacrifices. Like a date between friends, in a sense. "Bring some warm clothes", it'd said. "and skates if you have them. We're hitting the rink."
> Hopefully he'd be on time. Gage was always late, but Astrid was always a couple minutes early. Avery still had five minutes before he'd be late, and somehow she expected the kid to be a bit more on time that her partner. It'd be a nice change.
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Post by Avery Newfeld on Oct 13, 2011 17:29:15 GMT -5
Last night, Avery had received an email from Astrid about going ice skating, and he couldn't help but become giddy at the thought of hanging out with someone. Even so, purposely being without Skylar? It seemed so strange and lonely, as though he had purposefully chopped himself in half mentally. It was different, as he seemed to enjoy describing everything as.
He was dressed in his usual thin, blue hoodie, jeans, and had a black and white striped scarf around his neck. The scarf had been, more than anything, and after thought. He feared that Astrid might get a tad bit worried if he didn't dress warmly at all. 'sides, he liked his scarf. A blue bag was in his hand, cheap ice skates within.
The boy moved at a decent walking pace, steady and reasonably fast without being absurdly so; as though he were in a rush. The kid was close enough to the parking lot to know he didn't need to do such a thing. It'd just be a waste of his energy. Besides, he didn't want to be too early. He wasn't even entirely sure if Astrid was there yet.
Any and all doubt of Astrid waiting for him vanished when his eyes finally caught sight of the parking lot. He'd wave, grinning widely at the girl, his speed increasing to close the distance between them, "Hey!" Voice called out slightly, to catch her attention in case Astrid hadn't seen him, and then his arm fell to his side.
"So, we're taking your moped, I'm guessing?" He asked, curiously. He hadn't ever had another student driving him anywhere before, and definitely not on anything as cool as a black moped with the looks of a motorcycle.
He'd blink for a moment, before motioning to the vehicle, "Mind if I sit with you?" He wasn't entirely sure how protective of it Astrid'd be, and he wasn't willing to accidently upset her by sitting on it without permission. How was he supposed to know the proper etiquette for possibly being driven somewhere by friends? Boy barely left his non-driving Sacrifice's side.
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Puppet Avery
Muse 3/10
Words 352
Tagged Astrid
Comment This Saturday, I'm /intent/ on getting a 500 word post to make up for all of these short to mid-sized posts. I swear.
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Post by Astrid Rotweil on Oct 13, 2011 17:48:27 GMT -5
> When she saw Avery waving at her, approaching from the boys' dorms, she smiled. Even thought being away from Gage felt... off, she was still kind of excited to be hanging out with the first friend she'd made here at the Academy. She waved back without calling out, though it was obviously she was happy to see him.
> He came up to her and asked about riding the moped and she grinned. "Yup. Can I see the bag? I'll stick it in the saddle." She held out her hand for it, at the same time standing up and opening the seat to reveal an extra compartment (the bags on either side were already full). "This is my Baby. Had her since I was thirteen. Been working on her constantly since." Yup.
> Once his bag was packed away into the saddle compartment, she lowered the seat again and clicked it shut. "Well we're gonna be heading out now, if you're ready. We need to be back before curfew and we'll be driving during the lunch rush, so it's better to leave as early as possible to get there." She muttered idly, picking up the extra helmet (black to match the moped) and holding it out for him. "Buckle up. You're riding bitch." She always grinned like an idiot whenever she said that, especially to guys. Even if Avery took her for the submissive type, anyway, it was still kind of funny. |
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Post by Avery Newfeld on Oct 13, 2011 18:20:01 GMT -5
"It's nice." A simple bu true comment on the moped was made, and Astrid was handed his bag to place below the seat. "You've done the work? Even nicer." Such a thing seemed as though it'd be a fun hobby. One that Avery could never accomplish. A boy as easily distracted as himself would most likely accidentally hook a gas line to the wrong spot and blow everything to smithereens upon starting the vehicle up. Whoops.
"Mk." He'd grab the helmet, and grin at he comment about riding bitch, "You wouldn't want me to drive anyhow, let alone on your nice moped." A kid like him would be driving along nicely, driving along, driving along, oh look, a butterfly! and that'd be the end of everyone within the car. That was an accident, I swear!
Helmet would be buckled onto Avery's head, squishing his ears down, and he'd try to flick them, just for the point of trying. No luck, of course. He'd buckle into the back, "I'm ready to go whenever you are." The kid was grinning already, excited to be heading out ice skating for the first time in a while. Nothing's nicer than the sight of the newbies face-first on fresh ice.
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Puppet Avery
Muse 3/10
Words 205
Tagged Astrid
Comment Hnnng, now I wanna go ice skating. xD
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Post by Astrid Rotweil on Oct 13, 2011 20:26:14 GMT -5
> Astrid grinned that cat-like smile of hers when he confessed to not being the best choice in drivers. Normally, she'd take a cab into town when inviting someone out, but today she wanted to save some money and besides, this kid was cute enough to look like a bitch rider. She laughed softly as he put on the helmet, glad to have the company, then saddled up, slipping her own helmet on, long ears making quick use of the slots on either side (it was an expensive helmet, getting one with ear holes).
> She started the baby with a quick use of her key, then revved the surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) motorcycle-sounding engine, humming as it roared to life under her. "Oh Baby, do I love your purr. [/b]" She praised the machine, giving the handle bars a quick pat. > Then she turned herself slightly to look at Avery, smiling. " Hop on and hold on tight, okay? Bitch seat is like riding a real bike, so just swing your leg carefully, m'kay?" She didn't want her baby getting buffed or scratched. That'd be terrible. > ...even if she'd totaled it once in the past. The repairs had cost more than her hospital bill. She'd broken her arm and two ribs. It'd been a painful price tag. ...I still say that damn telephone pole hadn't been there when I looked. Stupid inanimate objects, moving when they shouldn't. Riiiight.[/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by Avery Newfeld on Oct 13, 2011 21:05:58 GMT -5
The boy couldn't help but laugh a bit as Astrid praised the machine, but made no comment. He had no right to bring up such a comment, considering the way they had met, and her lack of comment on his apparent obsession with his Fighter. No rude remarks would drip from his mouth in a toxic manner today. Today? How about ever?
Avery heeded Astrid's warning, and casually wrapped his arms around her, scared she'd take off like a bat out of Hell or something of the sort. Even if he tried to act natural, his hands were clasped together pretty tight, even if he wasn't squeezing her per say. No strangling the driver.
"I'll be careful." The boy had never ridden a bike before, nor anything similar. The scientists, his 'legal guardians' wouldn't ever approve of such a thing. So unsafe. You'll ruin yourself. Good thing they weren't anywhere near by. They'd strangle him themselves.
"Just you be careful too, okay? No crashing." It was as though that weren't painfully obvious and instead he had to bring it up. It wasn't that Avery didn't trust Astrid's judgement when driving, but he was kind of nervous. Lots of firsts today. First time hanging out with a non-partner-for-life-friend, first time going to Ashporte without Skylar, first time on a bike, first time letting another student drive, first time... the list went on. The boy was both excited and anxious. His tail flicked nervously behind him.
"So, have you ever been ice skating before?" Just to get off of the topic that was making him so nervous, why not just bring something else up? Of course this was just that kind of spewed-up talk that came from awkward silences, but oh well. That didn't effect him too much. Hopefully, it would at least be a minor distraction.
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Puppet Avery
Muse 3/10
Words 305
Tagged Astrid
Comment Avery's scared LOL.
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Post by Astrid Rotweil on Oct 13, 2011 23:05:05 GMT -5
> A bat out of hell? Maybe not. An escaped mental patient? That's a bit more like it. The moment she felt his arms around her stomach, she revved the engine again, sinking about an inch lower and grinning like a maniac. He'd never ridden a moped before. He'd never ridden a motorcycle. He'd never ridden her BABY before, either.
> "Psh. Please, I've only ever crashed once on my Baby. I love her too much to total her again." Wait, what?
> Before he could get a word in edgewise (she thought she heard him ask something else but ignored it subconsciously), she did precisely what he'd been hoping she wouldn't do. Leaving a rather noticeable skid mark, she peeled around the almost empty lot (weekends were awesome for reckless driving!) and spun to face the road.
> She took it easy coming to the sidewalk leading out onto the main street, stopping to wait for traffic to go by. "I figure we'll get there in about twenty minutes. Just hold on and enjoy the ride, okay?" Wait, what? That was a forty minute drive with all green lights! Twenty!? She leaned back a second to rest her head on his shoulder, Cheshire grin on her face and eyes bright as ever. Oh yeah, she loved messing with the new riders.
> Then, before he could answer, a space in the traffic and she was off, keeping to the speed limit but avoiding red lights like she knew they were coming, turning when she came to one and running through yellows without dropping in speed, easily avoiding traffic and people crossing the roads. Even though she drove at the limit, not breaking any laws, the ride was fast, powerful, like a motorcycle and not at all expected from a silly little moped. |
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Post by Avery Newfeld on Oct 14, 2011 20:34:01 GMT -5
Only once? Maybe I should get off now... Before he could translate the thought to words, the girl had dropped forward slightly, and begun driving in an overly aggressive manner.
Those canine-like pale brown ears would smash themselves against the boy's head, and he'd cling to Astrid, startled. Eyes snapped shut; he didn't want to know. If he was going to fall off, get run over, or crash into something, he'd prefer to not see it first. Less anxiety in those last moments before death.
He could feel shifts, turns, movement, but he didn't care. It wasn't calming. It wasn't the industrialized, predictable movements which the shuttle made, or the car his guardians drove made. This was insane.
The vehicle stopped. Are we there so soon? Of course not.
"Twenty minutes!? Can we slow down to forty? or sixty! I like it at an hour long ride; I'm entirely A-okay with that!" Don't reason with the insane Avery, it never gets you anywhere any how. Taking the shuttle's okay too. Of course he wouldn't say that.
The boy just attached himself to Astrid, eyes squeezed shut, and merely hoped she didn't crash somewhere. Skylar'd be pretty pissed off if Avery broke his arm, or died or something. No pissing off Skylar.
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Puppet Avery
Muse 3/10
Words 211
Tagged Astrid
Comment I don't think Avery will ever ride on her moped again. xD
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Post by Astrid Rotweil on Oct 16, 2011 16:08:36 GMT -5
> Poor Avery was actually terrified. Astrid slowed herself down a bit, falling into the flow of traffic at the boy's worried request. As they settled to a stop at a red light, she glanced back at him. "Hey, relax. You'll be fine, Ave. I won't let anything happen, okay?" Her voice was steady, serious, calm. She'd put her all into sounding truthful and honest, as normally everything true out of her mouth came out sort of... off, like a lie.
> "We'll take out time, okay? I'm sorry." She smiled, then turned back to the road as the light turned green, easing along with the rest of the traffic, keeping to the speed limit and proving that she did know how to drive properly.
> She just liked to have fun every once in a while. Frightening a new rider counted as fun for her. Avery just happened to take the fun out of it by being literally terrified. She'd have to settle for a relaxing drive instead because of it.
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Post by Avery Newfeld on Oct 18, 2011 20:07:13 GMT -5
"'kay." It was a response that didn't hold too much hope, still, as Astrid slowed and fell into a more controlled and definite driving patterned, Avery's grip loosened, even if just in the slightest, as though he expected her to speed up at any moment. He'd be prepared if this happened for any reason though, at least. That was the kid's way of thinking, anyhow.
"It's fine." Avery grinned back at Astrid, taking the apology. The boy wasn't used to peer-drivers, let alone ones driving like nut-cases. The more casual speed calmed him down quite a bit. After all, it was proven that Astrid could drive in this way, and that that crash, hopefully wasn't her fault...not that he wanted any elaboration on the matter. The child didn't want his hopes crushed and his fears to return after all, now did he? Don't question it. It was already bad enough knowing that she had crashed, after all.
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Puppet Avery
Muse 3/10
Words 158
Tagged Astrid
Comment So short ;-;
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