Post by AERIS DAGMAR on Jul 23, 2011 2:54:39 GMT -5
AERIS LEVITICUS DAGMAR
[/color][/font]Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter,
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter.
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!
Don't tell me not to fly-- I've simply got to.[/color][/font]
NORTHEAST STREET @ CAUTION is the bee's knees. (:[/center]
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you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
[/color][/font]you said you'd light a candle and you'd say a prayer for me
WELL I FEEL THE LIGHT HAS DIMMED[/color][/font]
and gone; and half the world is begging while the other half steals.
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name: Aeris Leviticus Dagmar
nicknames: Aer, Ris, Rissy, Dar, Dagger, Mar, Mari.
gender: Female.
age: Fifteen.
year: Fifth.
birth date: January 25, 1980.
house: Sortmepleaseeee?<3
blood type: I'm going to say pureblood. At first, I was going to put AB postive. Cause, like, I thought at first it was a question on, like, literal blood type, and then I thought about if I was a vampire what I would like... But then after staring at the question for, like, fifteen minutes I understood. ^.^
sexual orientation: Heterosexual.[/color][/font]
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oh, where did everything go wrong?
[/color][/font]oh, where did everything go wrong?
WELL, SOME DAYS I CAN'T BELIEVE[/color][/font]
others i'm on my knees, trying to be heard.
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physical description:
Aeris has a nice head of hair on her. If you look at recent pictures of her, you'll see that it's split into halves. One side is black, and one side is blond, if it isn't too obvious. It's not natural, of course, and if you look at her eyebrows you can see that they're a lighter brown. That's her original hair tint. If you look back at old pictures you can see it in all its glory. Not that she really enjoyed it all too much. She prefers it the way it is presently. She likes to think that it's unique. It's multi-hued, it's curly, and it never dares to be contained inside a hairband or tie. She works very hard to get is as voluminous as it is, considering it's normally very lifeless if not for various methods she uses, and hates to have to keep it restrained.
She stands at a slightly small height of 5'3". She likes to think that she isn't too tall, but some people who were gifted with enormous height agree to disagree with her. She finds herself often trying to waving them away or generally just glaring and flicking them off mentally. She is a skinny girl, but Rissy isn't all skin and bones. She has a little bit of substance to her. She doesn't like it when women are so thin that you can see their bones poke out. That's why Dag normally gets angry when she sees various modeling shows on TV and throws a fit about how the media is influencing them to become gaunt and unhealthy.
Her style, when not wearing uniform robes, is quite 'muggle'. She often finds herself wearing converse with jeans or tights, preferably ripped both ways. She likes big, somewhat baggy shirts that drape down. She also likes kind of saggy hats. I'm not sure if you can picture what I'm picturing in my own mind, but the ones she prefers are not beanies. I just don't know the name, But, as far as style goes she wears what she likes and what she thinks looks good. And she normally tries to get things to work nice together. But, even if they don't, she'll take a leap of faith and put it on anyway.
Mar's make up generally compliments her turquoise eyes, so normally it is a bit darker to show contrast. She likes her nails long so that they double as both a weapon and an accessory. She paints them all black except for her ring finger on her left hand, that one always being red. She's a larger than life fan of Andy Biersack from Black Veil Brides and took after his polish style. She does agree that it gives her strength after looking at it. It's a small, hopeful gesture that she keeps by her side at all times.
play by: JUST changed the face claim to Ashley Greene. Niezenane didn't have too many pictures.
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i was your anger, and you were my fear.
[/color][/font]i was your anger, and you were my fear.
AND NOW THAT IT'S OVER, OF COURSE IT'S[/color][/font]
so clear, but you were no angel, and i was no sin.
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likes:
- When people listen to her. (': She loves it. People get angry sometimes by her opinions, others disagree with her, and some just ignore her. So she finds it nice when she meets up with others who just might agree with her, or at least put up with her.
- Talking to what seems like no end.
- Listening also. She's not that whole "I take but don't give" kind of girl.
- Chocolate frogs.
- Having strong 'debates' that aren't techincally arguments. It's more just her saying what she feels in a loud but joking tone.
- Questioning everything and anything that comes her way.
- Flinty. (: Her rat.
- Banana bread.
- Hogsmeade.
- Potions! She really tries her hardest, and even if Snape's not the most fun or enjoyable teacher. She just shrugs off bad comments.
- Rain.
- Running, and feeling tired afterwards.
- Laughing until her throat's sore.
- Brave people that stand up against mean people. She simply gushes over them and often starts hero worshipping after seeing them in action.
dislikes:
- When people underestimate her and think of her only as a big mouth air head.
- When bullies start picking on others. She goes all ape shit on them and starts screaming loudly, maybe even psychotically. It's very similar to those people that start screeching at crowds to leave Britney Spears alone. Kind of funny, but she makes it quite intimidating.
- When her brother calls her rat a pest.
- When all the blueberry muffins are gone at breakfast.
- Train rides, including the Hogwarts Express. She loves that train, but she just can't help but feel nauseous in moving vehicles.
- FREAKING BUGS getting all up in her grill.
- Wind, because it just irritates her. It blows her papers everywhere if she's trying to write or do homework outside. And then she ends up running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
- THE HOLE IN DONUTS. Because it's so obvious that they're cheating you out of that much dough. One of her main rants.
- WHEN PEOPLE TELL HER TO BUY DONUT HOLES AND PUT THEM BACK INTO THE DONUT TO SOLVE HER PROBLEM. Just, just no. It does not help.
- HUFFLEPUFFS BEING CALLED WIMPS. Even if she may or may not be in that house, she doesn't like stereotyping.
- RITA SKEETER. She never does tell the truth, doesn't she?
strengths:
- When she gets fired up over something, she gets fired up.
- She doesn't mind not sleeping for a night or two to get something important done.
- Loyal to her friends and will challenge anybody who dares to say something bad about them.
- Can tell you some odd-ass facts.
- Is never afraid to say what she wants when she wants to, even if it may cause her harm.
- Divination. (: She also likes to pretend to predict people's futures and give them a completely unlikely by realistic answer that has them freak.
- The Muggle Music class! She can read music quite well, and knows lyrics to most of the more modern songs on the radio.
weaknesses:
- She often forgets her common room password and has to ask around for it.
- Finds herself tripping over air.
- She's a betting woman.
- Very competative.
- Shoots off her mouth at everything.
- Can sometimes be too talkative.
- TRANSFIGURATION. It never turns out right for her.
- Not very traditional or 'by the book' when following directions.
- Rarely pays attention long enough to know the real directions.
mirror of erised:
She sees herself as a fantastic reporter for the Daily Prophet with stories that aren't complete garbage. She sees herself holding up an article that she wrote on the first page, smiling and shoving it at her parents until they read it. And for once, they smile and say that they're proud to have her as a daughter.
fears:
- Being sent into the Forbidden Forest alone.
- Becoming nothing as an adult and having her parents brag in her face, saying how rediculous her dreams of publishing a piece anywhere was.
boggart:
Any large mass of water that has living organisms and isn't chlorified. She can't go near oceans, lakes, rivers, or anything of that sort, especially if she can't see the bottom of them. Anything else is fine, like drinking water or taking showers. (:
dementor:
When she was seven, she didn't know how to swim. Her brother carried her unwillingly to the deep area of the ocean and tossed her in to make her learn, and she was hauled up by a nice beach patron before meeting her maker. But, if a boggart really were to appear, it would just transform into one big wave about to crash down on her.
patronus:
It's a rat. Before she was able to get her pet rat Flinty she really didn't have anybody to speak to. And, well, after finding that Flinty didn't completely detest her and actually stuck around to listen, it just made her the happiest girl in the world.
relationship status: I haven't plotted with anybody yet, so not taken. (:[/color][/font]
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but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
[/color][/font]but somehow i just can't let it go, can't let it go. half
THE WORLD IS SLEEPING WHILE THE OTHER[/color][/font]
half dreams, you close your eyes and then you're gone
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family:
- Coraline Artemis Dagmar nee Flynn, mother dearest, works a full-time desk job for Gringotts.
- Nostradamus Elias Dagmar, father, Auror for the Minestry of Magic.
- Ezekiel Clyde Dagmar, Aeris's older brother by five years, also the resident family freeloader who can't seem to get off his lazy bum and get a job.
- Flinty, Aeris's pet rat. (: Also known as the pest by her brother.
overall history:
Aeris grew up with two very stern parents who were very busy with everything but her. Her brother didn't torture her, nor did he pay attention to her more than a dust bunny under the couch. He was in kindergarten by the time that she was born and far too busy eating cookies and dirt while running away from cootie infested girls out by the playground of his preschool. All he did was scamper around with his little friends, worrying about learning the first ten letters of his ABCs. Well, it wasn't like she was doing anything interesting anyway. All she did was drool around like the baby she was. Occasionally she would giggle insanely at something that wasn't the least bit funny or maybe scatter cheerios all over the floor, but that was probably the most exciting highlight of her days as a child.
Over the years, really nothing got better. Her brother started to think that girls weren't icky, starting to focus on them more than family. Her parents were always off working or socializing with their kinfolk. Dad was always off tracking new criminals in an attempt to stop wizard terrorism. Mom was always working on paperwork and catching up on the daily gossip that encircled the one and the only wizarding bank in existence. Aeris was the only Dagmar family member to not have her schedule filled up. She simply sat around all day, trying to make use of her time but finding nothing to fill it. Everyone was just kind of doing their own thing, leaving her to ponder what she could do. She normally had let her mind travel as she sat on the white as a sheet couch.
Around the age of six, she really tried to get her eleven-year-old brother to pay attention to her. He had started going away to a fancy school for most of the year. She saw her less than normal, and he didn't even think that it was possible. When he was here, she would barge in when her sibling's pals came in from middle school. She often would irritate him just so that he would give her a second glance. Before that, all he did was really just stare through her. Now he was looking at her. And to be frank, it wasn't for a good reason. He found her just about the most irritating thing since infomercials or educational television. He would glare at her viciously and shove her out of his room. She wasn't too familiar on how to be 'normal', in the sense, and socialize well. She thought she was doing a splendid job.
Ezekial had this inner rage just boiling up inside of him for Zeke. He hated her because she never seemed to leave him alone. He enjoyed going away to Hogwarts, a place where he never had to see or speak to her. But when he came back, it was just a nightmare. And on the summer before his second year, he got back to her. Rissy just kept complaining and complaining about not being able to swim. 'Teach me, big brother, teach me!' Her happy little voice resounded as she walked on his heels across the beach. 'Oh, I'll teach you,' His voice rang true as he dragged her into the deep-for-tiny-Rissy water and threw her in. 'Sink or swim, darling.'
She remembered that her breath hitched when she fell into the water because of how surprised she was. She started thrashing around as she felt water fill the empty space in the cavity of her mouth. No matter how much she tried to paddle or move, she didn't rise any farther. She practically raised a typhoon with as much bashing she did. Or at least that was what she was thinking in her head. She just thought about throwing her hands around and conjuring one up mystically, making it engulf Zeke up as it washed away all previous respect she had for her brother. She was a dizzy little girl, but she knew a bad person when she saw one. And Zeke was no longer at the top of her role model list.
A nice woman nearing her thirties had yanked her out of the water and waded back to the shore with her thrown over her shoulder. Aeris remembered spitting up all of the liquid that had resided in her chest. After that day, she withdrew herself from anything similar to that ocean that she was tossed into cruelly. Maids had to force her into her bath like she was a wild animal. She refused to drink water. Only Kool-Aid. She had gone to counseling a few times. By the fifth her shrink had made her recite a phrase repeatedly over and over. 'Water is fine. Water is my friend. Water will not hurt me.' She would keep saying that, but she didn't believe in what she was preaching. But she understood something. She couldn't drown in small amounts. She could wash her hands. She could step in puddles. The rain would not fill up the world like a basin and swallow her whole.
She started to grow up even more after that. She went to school and got decent grades. She got straight B's, which made her overjoyed but made her parents scowl and turn away. When she got a C, it was like the end of the world. She had to live up the Ezekial, who had made Gold Honor Role and something that measured up to that status at his new school. It was hard, having to always try and live in somebody's shadow. She wanted to be her own person.
She didn't have too many friends either. Her opinions were different from everybody else. Every other little kid thought the same except for her. She just had different opinions. She had a lot of time on her hand when she was left alone, and it gave her quite a long session to be in her own world. At a young age she was wondering about the meaning of life. No, not really. It was more of stupid things, as in if there were aliens and ways to protect her if there were such things. She started to question what her brother really was, because he seemed to act far more different. His friends seemed pretty odd too. She just wished that she had some though, no matter how out of the ordinary they were. She liked out of the ordinary. All she had were the maids at the house, who helped her out and gave her advice as if she was their child.
At the age of eleven Rissy then found a place where she really did fit in. She had received her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No one was extremely thrilled of her being accepted. Her parents had a feeling that she wouldn't meat the standards, and her brother simply detested her for taking away something that seemed to be only his. But she didn't really care all too much. She was happy just to be a witch. So many good things came out of it. She had gotten a pet rat, for starters. Her parents were too cheap to buy her an owl or a cat. But she found herself thanking them mentally for not wanting to spend money on her. She loved Flinty. He was the first 'friend', as much as a friend a rat could be, and after attending school she found more friends.
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and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
[/color][/font]and maybe my intentions have been misunderstood,
I KNOW YOU FEEL SO BEAUTIFULLY WRONGED[/color][/font]
some days i can't believe, others i'm one my knees.
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age: Uh, 14. >.> Yeah. That's the ticket. <.<
other characters: None.
secret phrase: Bloody hell.
how you found us: You advertised on BOTFF. (:
(I hope this is fine, since it's not that recent, or my character on here, but it shows my writing soooo. ^.^)
Syrenn found it the oddest thing in the world how they were so different and yet so far apart. They were almost polar opposites, and at first glance you would assume that they would have nothing in common. You wouldn't think that they wanted anything to do with each other. And yet, you couldn't be more wrong if you did that. They had so much in common it was scary, even though it was just the way that they humored each other or the fact that they simply enjoyed each other's company. It was the way things were supposed to be in Renn's opinion, being friends with someone and just hanging around each other. Their friendship was as easy as breathing air, an action that was almost automatic for her. Syrenn couldn't find the saying 'opposites attract' any truer after meeting her best little colorblind friend.
"You seem happy too," Sy laughed, poking his cheek giddily. She seemed like such a child compared to Leo, not that she minded. Why did every other angsty teenager harbor such a desire to grow up so quickly? She couldn't understand their logic, probably because they were crazed kids. And don't get her wrong, she was far past insane also, just not in the sense. More insane in a fun, lively way. She was reckless and loud, and laughed at the stupidest things. She was pretty sure that most teachers would give anything to change her, and that most students who were study-oriented wished her dead because of her distracting nature, but didn't mind much. She was good with criticism. It came with her generally eye-catching persona, not to mention her full head of fiery red hair. Who could forget that?
A mischievous look appeared on her face, her eyes brightened up with amusement. She loved it when she was able to share new information with Leo. She could've been a very nice teacher, if she knew any 'important' or 'not idiotic' information, as some people liked to point out. She pictured herself like Miss Frizzle from the Magic Schoolbus, totally cool and full of surprises. Except she wouldn't have a pet lizard. She'd have an owl, which were far awesomer since they ate lizards. For breakfast, like cereal, without any milk. "It's great that you know an eyebrow guru then. I.E., moi." She said, coughing before saying her name and hiding it with another cough. Glancing back at her, a toothy grin broke out on her face. "Almost every body part has a name, I assume. Like your elbow skin, the funniest of all." Sy laughed, not even wanting to say the word. She wanted to see his expression. She was planning out the entire thing in her head, telling herself not to completely spontaneously combust with laugher in the spur of the moment.
"Yeah, my southern accent is pretty off the chain." She sniffed, contemplating on popping her collar just to be like 'oh yeah, I'm that awesome.' She did far too many confidence quips anyway, so decided to put that off until a rainy day when she was running on low mock ego. "Thanks! It's more tongue-twistery than cool, but I'll take the compliment either way. I bet that you speak some cool language also, like... Peruvish or something." Awkwardly running a hand through her hair, she sighed. Her lack of knowledge on what seemed to be foreign places to her was astounding, especially since her best friend was from there. She decided that she would spend more time doing that tonight, brusing up on some Peru history and such. She knew near to nothing about Russia and Germany as well. Sad since she was fluent in both major languages in each country.
Her nose twitched slightly at Leo when he talked about her choice in shows. She assumed that it was one of her 'issues'. "Woah there! You know this stuff is very, very practical and eductional? I mean, what are you going to do when you get a mysterious hate letter filled with an active virius of the plague? Hmmm? Who you gonna call? Ghost Busters?" She questioned, tilting her head and getting in his face playfully. Yet another crime scene reference, one of her favorite NCIS episodes. It was beautiful, made her cry at the end too. Of course, she would never admit sobbing bitterly into her popcorn because of her favorite character dying from the disease. God forbid that actually happened to anybody that she was close to. "You know how terrible that'd be? You know what, knock on wood! Three times, no more and no less. Oh, and if you ever break a mirror, walk backwards either three or seven steps. I can't remember."
Running around looking for a tree, she went up to the first one she found. Knocking on it about three times, she ran back to where she was originally. She wasn't superstitious, per say, just concious of what might be out there. She didn't exactly walk around doing fancy rituals, but kept her mind open about other-worldly things. "Awesome! What are you thinking of? Maybe you could be the Mad Hatter, and I could be Alice. Or perhaps we could be Power Rangers! Or you could even be Lilo and I could Stitch! Or you could be Sparky, but you know, it's all chill."
After going from almost bursting from happy Halloween thoughts to getting ready to run, she waited for him to respond. She knew that if she made a break for it and attempted to hide, he would easily catch her and drag her back. Or perhaps he didn't feel the same way, and didn't really like her that way and didn't feel like chasing after her. Or maybe he would be too stunned to realize she was long gone. She covered her face with her hands, interlacing her fingers and placing them over her eyes. Pulling them apart slightly, she picked them apart and peeked through them. She felt like a little girl again, getting ahead in hide-n-go-seek when she was proclaimed 'it'. When she did that though, she couldn't be happier to see that Leo wasn't resentful of her secret. Jumping up, she couldn't have felt better. She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won the lottery.
"R-Really?" She asked, grinning like an idiot and staring at him with wide, innocent eyes. Her eyes were lit up like stars, and she couldn't help blushing like a tomato. "Well get out of Kingsley, I must be dreaming!" She yelled loudly, pinching her shoulder roughly and wincing at her own stupidity. Needless to say, she wasn't fully convinced she was in reality. Sy rocked back and forth on her heels and wondered what to say next. With that, she went back to simply poking and prodding him jokingly just to tease him a little. "So... You really like me, huh?" She sang, looking up at the sky silently thanking God.
Twitching slightly as she tried to comprehend his confusing logic, she hadn't heard him ramble like this in a while. Of course, it was probably a topic that he was very passionate about. It was like Syrenn and her crime scene shows, a very touchy subject that deserved its own recognition in their very amusing conversations. "So, one day you might get your sight back? Since it's mental? I mean, wouldn't it be like some cases of amnesia? Maybe something can trigger it back on?" She asked, thinking of a fantastic plan in the near future. She would keep trying, maybe. It was hard for her to give up on anything. She too believed that one day something would cure her heart, hopefully without painful surgery.
"So... Wait. If it's all in black and white, are different colors in different shades of black and or white? So, it's like, each color is a different shade. And therefore, if they're all different, I can kind of tell you what different colors look like! And then you can kind of fill it in, like paint by numbers! I love those things! And it doesn't even really matter if you know what the colors really look like, because we're going to get this to work. Guaranteed." Throwing her bag on the bench, she threw a bunch of random things out. She had her gym clothes, a stick of gum, a history book, a comb, her phone, a bunch of random feathers, and a Pikachu plush toy. Grabbing her pencil bag, she began to untie the many strips of colored ribbons. She held up a green one in one hand and a red one in the other. When she said each name, she shook the hand coorosponding with them. "Okay, green and red."
Pouting when he shoved his shoulder into hers, she made her sad attempt in pushing him back. It probably felt like a mosquito was knocking into him because of her less than lame strength. "Yeah, I guess you do have a point. We are pretty unique when you add all of the messed up qualities we have." She laughed, thumping the place where her heart was when he mentioned it. It didn't make much of a sound, kind of soft since she didn't hit it too hard. "I'm happy with my heart, kind of. I get what you mean. Mine's not that big a deal though, only that I can't run or do much. But, sweating's gross anyway. I heard it was, like, a relative to pee, so no thank you anyway."
Trying to crowd all of her stuff back into her checkered bag, she found stuff falling left and right. She ended up dropping many articles off of the bench, her trying to circle them into a small area and shoving them into her bag. She figured she would need some of the ribbons later, so she pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied them around it. "Cool, and I'll say I got shipped off to the hospital due to heart complications. I don't want to make it too unbelievable." Sy grinned, twiddling her thumbs. "Sounds like a plan! But then I gotta run home again, if we're going to the beach."
Syrenn found it the oddest thing in the world how they were so different and yet so far apart. They were almost polar opposites, and at first glance you would assume that they would have nothing in common. You wouldn't think that they wanted anything to do with each other. And yet, you couldn't be more wrong if you did that. They had so much in common it was scary, even though it was just the way that they humored each other or the fact that they simply enjoyed each other's company. It was the way things were supposed to be in Renn's opinion, being friends with someone and just hanging around each other. Their friendship was as easy as breathing air, an action that was almost automatic for her. Syrenn couldn't find the saying 'opposites attract' any truer after meeting her best little colorblind friend.
"You seem happy too," Sy laughed, poking his cheek giddily. She seemed like such a child compared to Leo, not that she minded. Why did every other angsty teenager harbor such a desire to grow up so quickly? She couldn't understand their logic, probably because they were crazed kids. And don't get her wrong, she was far past insane also, just not in the sense. More insane in a fun, lively way. She was reckless and loud, and laughed at the stupidest things. She was pretty sure that most teachers would give anything to change her, and that most students who were study-oriented wished her dead because of her distracting nature, but didn't mind much. She was good with criticism. It came with her generally eye-catching persona, not to mention her full head of fiery red hair. Who could forget that?
A mischievous look appeared on her face, her eyes brightened up with amusement. She loved it when she was able to share new information with Leo. She could've been a very nice teacher, if she knew any 'important' or 'not idiotic' information, as some people liked to point out. She pictured herself like Miss Frizzle from the Magic Schoolbus, totally cool and full of surprises. Except she wouldn't have a pet lizard. She'd have an owl, which were far awesomer since they ate lizards. For breakfast, like cereal, without any milk. "It's great that you know an eyebrow guru then. I.E., moi." She said, coughing before saying her name and hiding it with another cough. Glancing back at her, a toothy grin broke out on her face. "Almost every body part has a name, I assume. Like your elbow skin, the funniest of all." Sy laughed, not even wanting to say the word. She wanted to see his expression. She was planning out the entire thing in her head, telling herself not to completely spontaneously combust with laugher in the spur of the moment.
"Yeah, my southern accent is pretty off the chain." She sniffed, contemplating on popping her collar just to be like 'oh yeah, I'm that awesome.' She did far too many confidence quips anyway, so decided to put that off until a rainy day when she was running on low mock ego. "Thanks! It's more tongue-twistery than cool, but I'll take the compliment either way. I bet that you speak some cool language also, like... Peruvish or something." Awkwardly running a hand through her hair, she sighed. Her lack of knowledge on what seemed to be foreign places to her was astounding, especially since her best friend was from there. She decided that she would spend more time doing that tonight, brusing up on some Peru history and such. She knew near to nothing about Russia and Germany as well. Sad since she was fluent in both major languages in each country.
Her nose twitched slightly at Leo when he talked about her choice in shows. She assumed that it was one of her 'issues'. "Woah there! You know this stuff is very, very practical and eductional? I mean, what are you going to do when you get a mysterious hate letter filled with an active virius of the plague? Hmmm? Who you gonna call? Ghost Busters?" She questioned, tilting her head and getting in his face playfully. Yet another crime scene reference, one of her favorite NCIS episodes. It was beautiful, made her cry at the end too. Of course, she would never admit sobbing bitterly into her popcorn because of her favorite character dying from the disease. God forbid that actually happened to anybody that she was close to. "You know how terrible that'd be? You know what, knock on wood! Three times, no more and no less. Oh, and if you ever break a mirror, walk backwards either three or seven steps. I can't remember."
Running around looking for a tree, she went up to the first one she found. Knocking on it about three times, she ran back to where she was originally. She wasn't superstitious, per say, just concious of what might be out there. She didn't exactly walk around doing fancy rituals, but kept her mind open about other-worldly things. "Awesome! What are you thinking of? Maybe you could be the Mad Hatter, and I could be Alice. Or perhaps we could be Power Rangers! Or you could even be Lilo and I could Stitch! Or you could be Sparky, but you know, it's all chill."
After going from almost bursting from happy Halloween thoughts to getting ready to run, she waited for him to respond. She knew that if she made a break for it and attempted to hide, he would easily catch her and drag her back. Or perhaps he didn't feel the same way, and didn't really like her that way and didn't feel like chasing after her. Or maybe he would be too stunned to realize she was long gone. She covered her face with her hands, interlacing her fingers and placing them over her eyes. Pulling them apart slightly, she picked them apart and peeked through them. She felt like a little girl again, getting ahead in hide-n-go-seek when she was proclaimed 'it'. When she did that though, she couldn't be happier to see that Leo wasn't resentful of her secret. Jumping up, she couldn't have felt better. She threw her hands up in the air as if she had just won the lottery.
"R-Really?" She asked, grinning like an idiot and staring at him with wide, innocent eyes. Her eyes were lit up like stars, and she couldn't help blushing like a tomato. "Well get out of Kingsley, I must be dreaming!" She yelled loudly, pinching her shoulder roughly and wincing at her own stupidity. Needless to say, she wasn't fully convinced she was in reality. Sy rocked back and forth on her heels and wondered what to say next. With that, she went back to simply poking and prodding him jokingly just to tease him a little. "So... You really like me, huh?" She sang, looking up at the sky silently thanking God.
Twitching slightly as she tried to comprehend his confusing logic, she hadn't heard him ramble like this in a while. Of course, it was probably a topic that he was very passionate about. It was like Syrenn and her crime scene shows, a very touchy subject that deserved its own recognition in their very amusing conversations. "So, one day you might get your sight back? Since it's mental? I mean, wouldn't it be like some cases of amnesia? Maybe something can trigger it back on?" She asked, thinking of a fantastic plan in the near future. She would keep trying, maybe. It was hard for her to give up on anything. She too believed that one day something would cure her heart, hopefully without painful surgery.
"So... Wait. If it's all in black and white, are different colors in different shades of black and or white? So, it's like, each color is a different shade. And therefore, if they're all different, I can kind of tell you what different colors look like! And then you can kind of fill it in, like paint by numbers! I love those things! And it doesn't even really matter if you know what the colors really look like, because we're going to get this to work. Guaranteed." Throwing her bag on the bench, she threw a bunch of random things out. She had her gym clothes, a stick of gum, a history book, a comb, her phone, a bunch of random feathers, and a Pikachu plush toy. Grabbing her pencil bag, she began to untie the many strips of colored ribbons. She held up a green one in one hand and a red one in the other. When she said each name, she shook the hand coorosponding with them. "Okay, green and red."
Pouting when he shoved his shoulder into hers, she made her sad attempt in pushing him back. It probably felt like a mosquito was knocking into him because of her less than lame strength. "Yeah, I guess you do have a point. We are pretty unique when you add all of the messed up qualities we have." She laughed, thumping the place where her heart was when he mentioned it. It didn't make much of a sound, kind of soft since she didn't hit it too hard. "I'm happy with my heart, kind of. I get what you mean. Mine's not that big a deal though, only that I can't run or do much. But, sweating's gross anyway. I heard it was, like, a relative to pee, so no thank you anyway."
Trying to crowd all of her stuff back into her checkered bag, she found stuff falling left and right. She ended up dropping many articles off of the bench, her trying to circle them into a small area and shoving them into her bag. She figured she would need some of the ribbons later, so she pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied them around it. "Cool, and I'll say I got shipped off to the hospital due to heart complications. I don't want to make it too unbelievable." Sy grinned, twiddling her thumbs. "Sounds like a plan! But then I gotta run home again, if we're going to the beach."
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