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gcdcflies:

Loki was hidden in the darkness of the trees, just laying there and looking at the stars when he heard someone walking toward the spot that he had picked as his own for the night, he sat up and peeked out of the bush that he had decided to hide himself behind and sees a woman.

He tilts his head to the side and holds as still as he can, watching her as she turns in all directions looking as if she is lost or looking for something. Loki had come out to these woods many times and a lot of people got lost in them so he stands up and steps out of the shadows and into the moonlight

“It seems that you might be somewhat lost in the forest, would you like some help getting back to your home or at least going in the right direction?”

If the crackling of branches didn’t startle her, the male’s voice definitely did. Jumping slightly, Margot turned towards him, —   brown eyes wide. Her shock near immediately dissolved into a soft laugh as she took him in, more than relieved to see another person.  ❝ Oh —   god, sorry. ❞ Margot shook her head a little, another nervous laugh escaping her.  ❝ I wasn’t expecting to —   you know.❞ She gestured, waving her hand between the two. 

With another look around, her heart rate slowed, the man’s presence making the dark woods feel slightly less maze-like.  ❝ — That would be great. ❞ Margot answered with a sigh, smiling with grateful relief. 

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oh-my-columbine:

       “If that’s the case, how did I pass on the interesting-scale then?” With every other personthat wasn’t Jeremy Kippling, Margot would’ve received an instant returning of the grin she was offering. With Kip though it only managed to ease the frown on his face what still seemed to make a big difference. It wasn’t that he felt bothered - alright, maybe a LITTLE bit - it was more due to a resigned reservation that slipped in the major part of his personality that was dealing with other people. A lot of them mistook this kind of reservation for unfriendliness and to be honest, Kip indeed wasn’t the friendliest guy when it came to peers.

       His life consisted of a constant suspicion towards everybody but once you got past it he showed a warmer side. At first encounters he was just awfully bad at making smalltalk and covering up his awkward shyness with either indifference or moodiness.

       His eyes dropped down at the package of cigarettes she fished out of her bag, a brief quirk of brows occuring before their gazes met again. “Yeah. I wouldn’t have guessed you’re the type to smoke that brand, ‘y know”, he answered, nodding at the package. Or to smoke at all. “You shouldn’t show it here though, the teacher’s like to seize cigarettes and smoke all of it by themselves. Just sayin’.”

❝ Pretty well. ❞  She replied, answering his question as she pulled a cigarette out of her pack and stuck it behind her ear. Her brown waves concealed the stick pretty seamlessly, and she seemingly tossed the remainder in her bag once more.  ❝ But, I’d say you passed that test a while ago.  ❞ —   The term ‘open book’ meant nothing until Margot Connolly was born. She was like a firecracker behind a glass door, willing to tell you what she thought and show you what she felt, —   but never too close.

❝ Woah. The Man with a capital ‘M’, huh? ❞ Margot grinned, her eyes shifting to the teachers monitoring the cafeteria. —   Her last school was in a more destitute part of town and the students used to use lunchtime as an opportunity to sell what cigarettes they had to make a quick buck. Here was different. More like the kind of high school you see in the movies. It was nice, in a way, though she enjoyed the loose recklessness that her old school was never lacking. 

 ❝ What type am I, then? ❞ She teased,  wiggling free a cigarette she had earlier concealed in her sleeve and offering it to the boy.  ❝ Here, ❞ Margot nodded toward the window with a smile, silently offering that the boy join her.  ❝ Unless, of course, ❞ She began, teasing again,  ❝ —   you’re too cool for ‘this brand’ ? ❞

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oh-my-columbine:  

        Kip was done with the conversation before it even started - mainly because he didn’t expect that the girl who presented herself as Margot was intending to pic up a talk with him. There was mild irritation showing on his face when he lifted his gaze again and it was obvious that this was unusual to him, being used to spent his time alone and actually enjoying it.“Ugh… I dunno?”, he answered with hesitation, furrowing his brows slightly. What was her weird question even supposed to mean? 

 He thought about leaving it at that and returning to his comic but he cuahgt himself how her words caused him to flash a brief around in the cafeteria and answering : “I suppose most of them would piss their pants because they’d be freakin’ useless in a apocalypse. Nobody wants pussies in their squad.” He eyed Margot, indecisive what to think about the start of this conversation. Why was she talking to him anyway?

       “We’ve been sittin’ on the bus next to each other, right?”, he then asked her with a pondering look to extinct any mistakes of her person. “’s that the usual way how you approach people?”

Margot studied the boy’s face as he spoke, her slight smirk dissolving into a smile at his answer. Good one.  —     ❝ I dunno, ❞  She began, raising an eyebrow, the sarcasm clear in her voice, ❝ Those cheerleaders are pretty intense. ❞   After a moment, she huffed a laugh, glancing around the cafeteria once more before setting her eyes on him. Something about his answer resonated with her, maybe they weren’t so different. —   Of course, just yesterday she had been sitting with some of the most popular girls in the school. But it was never real. Margot never really had anything in common with them, though she couldn’t dispute that it had certainly been interesting. 

❝ Yeah, that’s me. ❞  She answered. Margot would sit beside him whenever she didn’t drive herself to school. Recently, her old faithful had been in for repairs, so she had been on the bus basically all week. 

At his next question, Margot’s grin returned.    —   ❝ What, the ‘last-day-on-earth’ question, you mean? ❞  She shrugged,  ❝ Sometimes. If I think they’d have an interesting answer. ❞ At that, Margot leaned forward slightly, the sun that was beginning to peer through the grey clouds glinting in her brown eyes. She turned to the window, the rain coming to a stop. ❝Nice.❞ Margot breathed, reaching into her bag and pulling out her, slightly dented, pack of cigarettes. ❝ You smoke? ❞

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oh-my-columbine:

       To be frank, Kip hated spending his lunchtime at the cafeteria. Not only that the food didn’t agree with him, it was mainly the people who bugged the shit out of him by their sheer presence. Just being aware that you were in the same room with a bunch of morons who breathed the same air like you did was agitating; in some way it meant that you were inhaling stupidity for a certain amount of time before you were finally done eating.

       Kip liked to spend his lunchbreaks outside, having a smoke and his own food from home but today he got either of it. It was raining cats and dogs and his dad grabbed the last piece of bread this morning so he was forced to come here. To shut out his surroundings he’d listen to music on full volume while eating, browsing through the comic he bought earlier this week when he noticed how somebody approached him.

       “Huh?” He flashed a asking look at the girl, slowly taking his earphones off but realized the same instant what she questioned before. “Uhm… sure”, he replied indifferently, kicking a chair out for her before his eyes returned to his comic. For a second he found himself looking back at her to study her features, recognizing the girl who used to sit on the bus next to him most of the times the past week. He never saw her before here so maybe she must have been new or something. Whatever…

With a nod, Margot took the chair, tossing her bag to the floor and leaning back into the creaking plastic. She looked at the boy for a while, her eyebrows knitting slightly in thought and the corner of her lips still turned up. 

In spite of the fact that Margot often sat beside him on the bus, the two had never conversed. Though, she had always found him interesting    — for she got the feeling that they may have a few things in common. Hence her decision to engage him. For as long as she had been there, Margot hadn’t been able to find anyone that she felt any semblance of a connection with. And maybe, she wouldn’t find it here,    —  but it was worth a shot. After a moment, she spoke. 

❝  —  You ever wonder what some of our fellow peers would do on their last day if it the world was suppose to end tomorrow?  ❞  She began, glancing around at the students that littered the cafeteria. The way that a person would answer the question would reveal a lot about themselves, or at least, reveal what they hoped others would believe. It was an interesting thought.  ❝ I'm Margot, by the way. ❞

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Margot turned the corner, following the winding halls of her new school. She had arrived here a week or two ago, but still often struggled to navigate the place. Eventually, though, she found the cafeteria.   —     Right on time. So far, at lunch, she had sat with the newspaper committee a few times, and a group of popular girls that were pretty and idolized, but thoroughly uninteresting.    —     Today, however, she chose to make her way over to the far corner of the cafeteria, toward a familiar face without a name.

She often saw the boy in the halls, in class, and on more than one occasion, she would sit beside him on the bus. On any of the given occurrences, he never seemed to be with anyone. But, she had often seen him writing and sketching, which intrigued her. Margot wasn’t the type for vapid small talk and mindless rambling. And as much as she loved the circle skirt, coke bump talk of the girls at her last table, —     it was time for some new minds. 

❝  Hey. ❞ Margot started, approaching the boy’s table. The right corner of her lips curling up in a slight half-smile.     ❝  Uh —     this seat taken?  ❞

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onceabandoned:

Alexander didn’t usually talk to people all that much. He had that whole quiet, broody thing down pretty well. It wasn’t that he disliked people, he just found conversing to be a hassle most of the time, and didn’t have the patience for the overly enthusiastic, overly polite way his classmates tended to talk. He talked when he was talked to, but always kept it short.

On very rare occasions you could get him into talking about his art, or someone else’s if it interested him, but he didn’t see the point of empty talk. And yet here he was, asking someone he’d never talked with before about their Christmas, which was the poster boy for meaningless small talk questions.

He wasn’t sure what exactly Christmassy thing entailed for the girl, but that wasn’t really the point either. He just wanted to start a conversation, to find out who she really were. He himself wasn’t too eager to share every detail of his Christmas either. Not that there was much to share.

“It was fine,” he shrugged, “went home for the holidays to see my mum.”

Margot nodded slightly, the left corner of her lips curling up in a familiar half-smile. “Sounds like a nice way to celebrate.” In reality, she wasn’t really sure what spending Christmas with a mom would be like, since she lost her own shortly after she was born. Margot had, on the other hand, spent most of her Christmases with her dad, that is, up until now. Those memories were without a doubt, some of her favorites.

Margot recalled seeing the boy sketching on a few occasions and realized that they probably had a few interests in common as she had frequented the week-long art fair held in the city over the holidays. Margot, of course, was no artist, but she thoroughly enjoyed witnessing the art of others. Though she wasn’t really one for small talk, she didn’t want to waste the opportunity to get to know this familiar face. “There was a pretty cool art fair downtown. Lot’s of interesting, local stuff.” 

Her thought was interrupted as the barista called her name, handing Margot her order. She turned back to him, continuing, “I’m Margot, by the way.”

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@boneinterest

Margot headed down the hallway, bag slung over her shoulder and books in hand. She hated this school. It was the newest in a long line of transfers. Luckily she was only here to boost her grades in a few subjects. Margot had graduated the year before, but after a heavy job search, she realized that maybe if she took this time to raise her GPA there would be a more permanent solution on the horizon.       —  To Margot, permanent usually meant two or three years, as nothing in her life ever seemed to last longer than that.

The back door of the school swung open as she exited, making a bee-line for her old station wagon. She wasn't planning on stopping, but someone caught her eye as she passed the stairs. Margot hadn't made any friends here yet, so it wasn't anyone she knew, but he was standing alone and didn't look as if he had anywhere to go. Usually, she wouldn't bother, but something about the guy reminded her a lot of herself.       —  Alone, unsure, possibly waiting for a parent that wouldn't be showing up. So she decided to throw him a line. 

❝   —  Hey. ❞  Margot started,  ❝ Do you need a ride somewhere? ❞ 

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Margot hadn’t noticed that the familiar male was standing behind her until he tapped her on the shoulder. She had, on the other hand, noticed him everywhere else. 

Her first brush with the stranger was on a run, months ago, she had noticed him drawing on the park bench. During that moment, he only briefly took place in her mind. For at that first brush, he had only been a stranger on a bench. Soon, he became a familiar face, a comforting sight in many instances as she was often living from moment to moment, unsure of her next move. Something about seeing him made her feel comfortable in her surroundings, even though she never truly knew him.

On almost every occasion after the initial two, Margot had planned to introduce herself. But every time a moment arose, she would toss the notion aside. It was odd for Margot to not act on her impulse as she often did, but it seemed as if the idea of this stranger had become almost too important to her, that she felt as if introducing herself may shatter any illusions built by the brief wordless interactions. After all, she had along history of not living up to expectations.

But today, she had no choice. As she turned around to face him, she was almost unable to find words, a rare occurrence, but she started with a smile.

“Oh- hey,” Margot began, quickly thinking of a reply. “Yeah, definitely. I had a great time. I- uh, did lots of Christmassy things.” She concluded with a soft laugh, her nose scrunching. She left out big details. It seemed a bit uncouth to tell a near complete stranger about how you spent your Christmas alone so, obviously, that detail was left on the chopping block. But overall the season was a good one, so she couldn’t complain. “How was yours?” 

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Alexander had first seen the stranger a few months ago while he was drawing on a park bench. She’d been running and just like that she became a part of his drawing. With quick pencil strokes he’d recreated her, more like a shadow than a person really. She wasn’t the main focus of the black and white picture, she was just there, a running figure that to anyone else didn’t really have an identity. He didn’t really think more of it either before a few days later. 

He’d been on the bus when the running girl had gotten on just before the bus was about to leave. And from then on she seemed to show up everywhere. If Alexander brought his sketch book to the mall he’d see her get out of the elevator just as he got on. Sitting at a cafe he’d see her across the street. When he was at the aquarium to do a marine themed school assignment he’d seen her by the shark tank. Before he drew the colorful tropical fish he was there for he’d taken fifteen minutes to sketch her from behind. The drawing got far more dramatic than the reality, with a shark facing her directly, only some glass between them. Again she wouldn’t be recognized by anyone who knew her, it was just a female figure in a picture, but he knew who she was, and slowly she started getting an identity. 

Occasionally their eyes would meet across a room or a street. Sometimes they exchanged smiles or polite nods. Even a wave on two occasions. But they never talked. He had no idea how her voice sounded until she walked by him while talking on the phone well into the second month. He’d had occasions where he could have talked to her, but that would ruin the idea he had of her, so he never did. Until one day in early January. 

He’d been home for Christmas and New Years, and had just gotten back to the city the day before. And by chance he ended up right behind her in line at a coffee shop. And seemingly out of nowhere, after just a minute of thinking the situation over, Alexander did something he never did. He made a rash decision and took a risk. 

“Hey,” he said, tapping the girl gently on the shoulder, “did you have a nice Christmas?” 

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Describe your muse on anon and my muse will say if they would date them or not.

Bonus: Include the basic details: gender, age, height, likes, dislikes, hair/eye color, race, and anything else my character should know.

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YO ITS MUnDAY my face is under the cut friends. (ok it’s half my face im not good at pictures of myself.)

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frevksboy:

he was running late to school,  had been busy getting the breakfast dishes done before he was to head to school. it wouldn’t be the first time he showed up late, there were a few other times where the same incident had happened. he felt the need to do most things around the house, cleaning and making meals. there was no father figure to help out, so that role fell to him.

         but as he’s driving down the road, he sees someone on the side of the road. someone he hasn’t seen before, and something tells him he should stop. the car slows down, window rolls down as he looks at the girl. she looks a mess.  ❛ do you uh… need some help ?? ❜

With a deep sigh, Margot lifted her head to look at the boy, her hair dripping muddy water. ❝ —  I don’t know. ❞        She started. The irritation in her voice was quite obvious. How could she not be, her first day had already been ruined.       ❝  I would love to not be covered in fucking mud. ❞  —   The remorse set in as soon as the words left her mouth. This was evident as her tone changed, furrowed brow melting into an apologetic grimace. It wasn’t his fault, after all. 

❝  —  I’m sorry, uh... rough day.  ❞   Margot sighed out a soft laugh as she pushed her sopping hair from her face. That was obvious.  ❝ I promise I’m not always rude to random, nice, strangers.  ❞