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"They say fairies live in places where there is a great deal of life," Alice said, her face not altering in the slightest from a straight visage. Jacob thought momentarily about that. "Perhaps they are, after all people rarely pay attention to such places nowadays, so it would be an appropriate place to live in peace." He responded, deciding that rather than think too deeply into her words he would simply respond to them. "If I stayed in a place like this long enough, would I become a fairy? Or maybe I'd just grow roots and become a tree... What do you think it's like? Being a tree, I mean." Alice continued. Jacob frowned briefly, *Stayed like this?* He thought, he couldn't grasp exactly what she was referring to, however she had asked him a question and as such he would answer.
As if by perfect chance they passed a grotto of trees then, in the center stood a tall oak tree long gone and long dead, it sat in the grotto clearing alone with other living and green trees surrounding it, just in sight yet still too far away. Jacob approached the tree and looked up at it. "You know Alice..." He said thoughtfully. "I think in a way humans are very like trees anyway... yet totally different aswell... We can't decide where we start our lives, how we grow, who we're with..." He paused slightly as he looked up at the gnarled branches atop the tree. "Or what we become... sometimes we don't grow right and we're left alone in the world, surrounded by other trees who want nothing to do with us..." He paused again and turned to face her. "But unlike trees we can move, we're people, we can go other places meet others like ourselves others who'll accept and help us, others who we can accept and help, trees can't do that." He walked back over to her. "To answer your question I think being a tree would be like being a person... with no real choice on how your life begins, only more depressing as unlike people, as life goes on, you can't do anything to change it. At least that's what I think..." He sighed slightly and grinned awkwardly. "But here I go on another over dramatic over explanatory rant eh?" He put a hand onto the back of his head and laughed lightly.
His eyes turned inquisitive then however and he looked up at Alice with a question of his own. "But what about you Alice? What do you think it would be like, being a tree, or maybe even being a fairy?" He stopped walking for a moment to hear her answer, interested in the girls view on the matter.
She sighed and walked back into the hallway. "Library, then?" she said to herself and walked along, trying to find the library... frankly, she didn't know where it was so she was just walked around lazily.
Juliet Vlo:
Juliet smiled happy to hear Ryan would look out for her if she did the same. There was a moment of silence before Ryan asked her a question. "Me... I like books and reading... I write a little but it's not really a hobby..." Juliet stopped and thought. Did she have a hobby? Well aside writing the only thing that came to mind was... "I like gardening... Even if I'm asthmatic... I like taking care of plants." Juliet smiled. "There quiet unlike the rest of the world..." She blinked. "Well... Your alright but that's cause you seem very nice...And not scary... Even though your really really tall..." Juliet blinked up at Ryan.
Romeo Vlo:
Romeo smiled. He'd have to keep an eye out for the white haired boy sense he liked hanging about it crowds. "Yeah the music room or my room... I'm not the best student so Library's and me don't get along... You might also find me running around the dock or something..." Romeo walked at a medium pace allowing Aiden to keep up.
"How else would I become a tree? If I grew roots, I would have to stay still and let them sink into the ground, or else they wouldn't serve any purpose. Like legs that don't work. Oh, wait. That was probably offensive to crippled people. Are you crippled? You don't look like it. I suppose that means I didn't offend you. But you do seem to be the type to be offended easily. Or, at least, you're not very laid back. I would know. I'm an expert on being laid back. Would you like me to teach you how- Oh." Alice's usual monotone slipped first into a sort of sly manner that seemed to but might not have actually implied a joke, then to an attitude that might have been called "sage" - if it had been a little less half-baked. Finally, she simply trailed off into silence, since it seemed like Jacob was interested in other things at the moment, something even she, unfocused though she might have seemed, picked up on. And so, she remained silent, standing stock still as though she was trying to test her theory of treeification, and listening to her companion speak with a demeanor somewhere between innocent, vague curiosity and that of a sleepwalker.
"I think," Alice began at last, her expression shifting into one of intense contemplation, bearing an air of seriousness that bordered on distress. "That I should not like to become a tree, after all. Or maybe I already am one. Do I look like a tree to you?" This last comment was, despite the quiet, calm, yet somehow piercingly poignant tone of voice it had been delivered in, more so than anything else she had yet said, directed with an unprecedented level of earnestness towards Jacob. Alice's face bore a painfully complicated expression, and her deep blue eyes had fully focused directly upon his face, yet bore a sad look that might have been compared to the visage of a lost puppy. It was almost like the question she had just asked was some sort of convoluted call for help, or for reassurance. For reasons that would not be readily apparent to Jacob, it seemed that his depressing explanation of things had resonated deeply with the strange pink-haired girl, and, for whatever those reasons might be, it troubled her greatly.
"Do you... hmm..." Jacob murmured, Alice was very different to people he usually associated with, her mind worked on different inconsistent pathways. While one minute she could be jumping up in place describing the purpose of roots while in the next she could be looking upon him with a face that showed deep and difficult complication, her blue eyes focusing intently on his face, wearing the emotion of sadness well. She swapped between reality and thought so fluently and unexpectedly, such as being in a daydream yet still snapping glasses from his hand with pinpoint precision. Sometimes she would emulate them both at the same time... following him intently and perfectly, yet staring into relative space as if her attention was somewhere else entirely. Jacobs expression became very troubled, the expression of someone who was seeing or realising something they didn't want to. He was tossing around ideas of Alices psyche in his mind, words and thoughts crossing and mingling as if desperately trying to put to words, to understand how she thought, to put a label on it, to anticipate her mind, her decisions, like he did with so many "normal" people. But he couldn't, he couldn't understand her, not yet, her mind was too unique, too different and strange to other peoples, it wasn't like what he usually analysed. It kept moving through topics, never staying in the one place for too long and... Jacobs thought process halted and for a brief moment he stared completely blankly into Alice's eyes.
Then he smiled. A wide smile and an earnest one to meet Alice's near desperate expression. He knew the answer to her question.
"Nope." He spoke cheerily. "Not one little bit. In body or in mind. You're not a tree, not to me anyway." He was very pleased with himself, to come up with even the smallest observation on such a confusing person as Alice. He didn't understand her fully... not even close, he thought that he maybe would someday but as of that moment he most certainly did not. However he had been overthinking it again and in the end, the answer to Alice's question was so simple that it brought a smile to his face.
"Trees are boring." He spoke plainly, yet his grin still remained. "They just stay in the one place all the time, focusing on the one thing... staying in the same place and while I don't know THAT much about you... I don't think you're like that. You're interesting. I'll admit, you confuse me greatly..." He trailed off for a moment. "But that's not a bad thing, it means you actually give me a nice, unpredictable, interesting conversation." He paused for a moment. "And it one hundred percent means that you ain't no tree." He stopped then, feeling that his sudden compliments made him look strange, though in reality he hadn't particularly meant to compliment her, partly yes, but he was mostly just speaking honestly.
"Interesting is good," Alice said, repeating her earlier words and breaking the silence at last, her previous expression of doubt replaced with a somewhat enigmatic, but nonetheless indubitably happy one. "Alright. I'll remember that." She smiled slightly, and then abruptly assumed a sort of contemplative air, as though wondering what to say next. Reaching into the pocket of her skirt as though it contained some sort of answer, she quickly withdrew a small smart phone and, turning it on, began to gaze intently down at its screen, tapping the screen several times as though browsing something. At last, she spoke again.
"According to the foreseen-yet-unforeseen future that is now the present, our conversation at this point can take three turns. Either you are real, and this meeting was one caused by fate, or this is actually all just a dream. Or a reality TV show. Or a reality TV show about a dream." Alice's speech suddenly began to devolve into several apparent non sequiturs, but she didn't seem to notice at all, and swiftly continued along a tangent that became disturbing very, very quickly. "Oh, or you just brought me here where nobody else is so you could knock me unconscious, drag my body into a shrubbery and have your way with me, but I think I can rule out that possible future. You don't seem to like trees much." As though this rather morbid thought explained everything, she swiftly tapped out a few commands, deleting whatever unknown prediction or chain of predictions had led to such an unprecedented and alarming consideration. Once this was done, she continued.
"And I think I can rule out the second option, too. I would never dream of somebody like you, because I like trees, and you're too much of a nice guy to be on reality TV," She added, swiftly deleting another route from her journal of predictions. With the air of a mathematician completing an equation, she concluded her little unintelligible speech.
"So, I guess that means that... You're real. In that case, I've managed to work my way onto the 'Good Ending' path. Hmm... I think this might be the first time that has happened this year." At this juncture, Alice seemed to be more talking to herself - or perhaps to her phone - and yet she was still, at least in her wording, addressing the now quite likely baffled Jacob. Yet, she didn't seem bothered by this unusual speaking arrangement at all, and just continued on with what she was doing. "Let's see... so, to achieve the 'Good End,' I'm supposed to... Oh. Well that's simple. And hard. Like talking to people. Very much like talking to people. Because it is talking to people. And talking to people is simple. And hard. Like a rock. Or rather, like skipping a rock. You see everybody else do it, and it looks so easy, but when you try, the rock just sinks to the bottom and everybody laughs at you. It's like that, but with Human interaction. It happens to me all the time. Everybody else manages to say exactly what they're thinking, but when I try, my thoughts turn into different words which change when I say them, and then everyone laughs. It's not funny. I'm underwater, and they're laughing at me. Would they laugh if my body was drowning as well as just my thoughts? Probably. People are weird. I can't understand them. I think it was some sort of German word or another. It involved shoes. And a psychologist. Or, wait, no, that was a joke about the word." Alice shrugged slightly, shaking her head with a somewhat regretful demeanor. "I get confused sometimes," she explained, as though this was something that had needed clarification.
"Anyway, the foreseen-unforeseen-future-present says I should say something, but I'm not sure how to. Let's see... Hmm, how to put it...? Since fate has... No, people usually misunderstand when I explain fate to them. Er... then maybe...? No, I can't use that either. That would be against my privacy. I'm a very private person. I'm private enough to serve in the armed forces... but then I'd have to make sense of what people were ordering me to do... That would be hard. There's a lot of slang involved. I'm not good with slang." Alice trailed off, as though she'd forgotten what she had been doing in the first place, but then seemed to collect herself, and began to speak again. This time, she was doing so much differently from her usual scatterbrained approach to conversation. It seemed like she was putting a great deal of effort into the words she spoke, as though trying to force herself into letting them pass her lips. Her expression was one of intense anxiety and doubt, yet also a level of focus and determination that made her look like she was speaking before the world rather than to a lone person.
"I... I think I've got it, now. I'm not sure. It's simple enough to make sense, but it might be too simple." She shook her head, as though trying to dislodge these thoughts before they hijacked her thought process once again. Then, taking a deep breath, she said something that was both very simple, and very meaningful.
"Er... You said earlier that you liked me. Well, I've made up my mind." She looked directly at Jacob once again, and gave a somewhat sheepish expression as, mustering her courage, she spoke her thoughts as best she could.
"I think... No, I'm sure of it. I... I... like... you... too?" She said questioningly, cocking her head at Jacob as though asking him if he approved of the sentence. "Or was that weird?" She asked, seeming a little discouraged by her failed attempt to convey the conviction she evidently felt in this opinion.
If it was possbile Aiden felt his cheeks heat up a little more at Romeo's comment. Aiden looked up to ask why Romeo thought he was cute, but saw Rome take a random pose that made him laugh a little. This made the red in his cheeks dimminish only slightly only to have it come back as Romeo stated that it would be okat to let Adien paint him... shirtless even. Adien had never had a modle pose in any way with out clothes. "I don't think I could paint you shirtless." I am more then sure you are very attractive with out a shirt. Aiden decided that some thoughts are best left in his head, but it didn't stop him from blushing. The look that came across Romeo's face as he looked back at the view was quite a site. Adien wanted to paint it, but he had left his cammera back in his room and their was no way his cellphone's cammera was worth of taking the picture.
( OOC: Writers block so short post )
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