Reverie was going to the scrapyard. This was nothing new - as a matter of fact, Reverie would have been a scavenger if the living conditions were as good. So he spent most of his time feeding paper to the machine and then his time off digging through piles of interesting junk and finding things that he would look at, try to imagine a purpose for, and more often than not, throw away. Sometimes, there were things that might have been useful - bindings with no books, a headband, a strange, torn uniform and more - but even none of that, he kept. He had a hobby of keeping any coins that he found, so generally he would have been wealthy had they been of any value. Normally, he even brought a couple to see if there were any matches. Today was no different
( ... )
Despite the heat, Argent had been jogging for most of the morning. He had only intended to get out, get some fresh air, and stretch his legs but after the first fifteen minutes, he had just kept going. He had the funny feeling that if he stopped for long enough before reaching the safety of the elevator, he would find himself popped once more into that stupid automobile. Though he could manage the levers and buttons and the like now, he still preferred travelling on his own two feet. It had the added bonus today of distracting him from his busy thoughts, which, even after a good night's sleep and a slow breakfast, were still surprisingly busy. Being overheated and a little out of breath helped a great deal with worries and keeping his mind in order
( ... )
Ran turned slightly when she heard the voice greet her and, once again, found herself staring upwards, neck craned to a very odd angle. "Uh, hi there," she said with a half-forced smile, one hand still shoved deep into her bag. Eventually, she retrieved what she was looking for, a small metal hair clip -- slightly bent -- which Ran quickly pressed between both her lips as she swept her bangs off of her forehead with both her hands. "Mm," she said, the hair clip pinched between her teeth, thus making her words hard to form. "Yesh, I pfressed vuh vuddon." To clarify she gave a short nod towards the elevator
( ... )
"Just Reverie, please," he said, giving Argent a small, welcoming smile all the while thinking about totally unconnected things. That was a talent he'd discovered almost immediately - it was easy to think about something and appear to be thinking about something more relevant to the actual topic of discussion. "Either way, hello, Argent. I see you've already met this young lady here, but I'm sad to say I have not had the honor." He turned back to Ran and gave her a sort of introductory once-over, noting the skepticism in her eyes, the lines of a cynic in her young face. Curious, he thought to himself, but did not allow the thought to arrive onto his face
( ... )
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