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Erlin Sebille

"If I cannot understand, then I must seek it."

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a character in “Expressing Yourself”, as played by reveries

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Name: Erlin (Aer-i-lin) Sebille (ce-bil-le)
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Description: A 5'6" lanky male with more feminine features than that of masculine, Erlin is a really skinny fellow who's thin enough that you'd think he'd break easily by merely touching him. Rather a lack of remembering to feed himself properly and to sleep properly than a illness that prevents him from having a more masculine build, Erlin is smaller in build than the average well-built male, and tires easily in physical work. Despite being generally useless when it comes to hauling or carrying heavy things, Erlin has a small line of tight muscle that he tries to develop to help reassure his damaged pride and ego whenever he tries himself to build up a stronger body. He weighs around 128 lb as well, being light on his feet, mostly because he doesn't often need much to eat due to his lifestyle of working on electromechanical things and experimental weaponry.

He has a piercing or two in his ear that he regularly keeps since he had it at birth, but he doesn't often wear it in public, and wears black transition glasses when he reads. A lot about him is rather dull in terms of color, from big, gray eyes to darkening platinum hair, long enough to get in the way of his sight. His hair is messy and slightly unkempt, but he still manages to look a lot like a female - to which he curses. Dark, fading circles surround underneath his eyes, and a glare is usually upon his expression. He wears dark colors most of the time that contrast with his light skin complexion, usually of fur coats or hooded jackets. You could say that he's quite pretty once you get past the dark, evil glares and the antisocial demeanor; you know, for a male that looks like a tall short-haired woman that's lacking, from far away.

Interests: He has a slight obsession in terms of technology and hacking in general. While he works in machine science and engineering, he often makes computer number codes that when you investigate and look really, really hard, you can see little animated illustrations that vary from faces to figures of birds, flowers, fairies - his only pleasure in life. He enjoys seeing birds and flowers, as they remind him of "the fairies" that his mother loved so. He values knowledge, but finds much fault in the world and it's ways.

Citizen: You could say that he's a Lawbreaker, more or less. Mostly, he is a Regular citizen - but the urges are growing.

Personality: A quiet, and kept to himself person who does not enjoy social interaction with other human beings. He does not speak unless needed, and generally dislikes people as he doesn't really know how to deal with them; a distrusting individual, Erlin isn't exactly paranoid, but rather prejudiced and afraid to fall into hands of loving and sympathizing people - not that he'd admit it. He doesn't believe that there could be anyone who is like that in this cold, corrupted world much due to the influence placed onto him as he grew up.

One could say that Erlin is a genius in terms of the scientific world and its cahoojinks of physics and mathematics, as he understands material quickly, and his intelligence fits perfectly in this world's standards and expectations. Deductions and strategies are easy for him to understand once he gather enough material to pull solutions from. However, he's considered dislikeable, as he often points out things that upset people, because he can see their true nature, or what he thinks of their true face - but really is just the surface of the ice burg. He isn't compassionate, nor understanding. Blunt, cold, and distant. Perhaps it only when he becomes angry, irked and self conscious over his girly appearance or various other things that are few in number, that would be his last shred of human in him.

When it all comes down to it, he could be considered as a broken toy robot, who has yet to truly understand the meaning of humanity's better face and capabilities: love. And it is for that reason as to why he is beginning to change and is desperately seeking to find something to ease his mind's troubles of being able to understand - alone.

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Where your character lives: Underneath the piles of books and metal and wires that make up experimental objects and projects that inhabit his room, he lives in an apartment that is a bit nicer and more comfortable than the average home, where his father is a scholar and neurosurgeon.

History: Erlin was surprisingly the first male that had been born on his mother's side of the family, and it is because of the dominant genetics that were passed down to him from his mother, that he turned out to be a bit more feminine than what one would need in a male. His mother was quite the beautiful person, and so he took after her, much more than his father, really.

Erlin grew up without his mother - who he was so attached to - after he turned 6, when she was arrested in charge of breaking one of them the most sacred laws that have turned the world into what is today. Because he was always with his mother, he didn't understand that whenever she would take him along with her to go watch her paint pretty pictures of fairies and folklore, or to quietly - when no one could hear her - sing him to sleep, was wrong. He had to remain silent about this as he watched how his mother cried when saying goodbye (during which he did not understand) and the hysteria that came about when the government came to take his beloved mother away from him. Betrayed by how his mother left him in this harsh and cold world that had only his father who was never home, the man who did not do anything to stop his mother being taken away, Erlin became quiet and antisocial as he locked himself in his room from the world, doing as instructed by his father to go study or read, or even perhaps to find a small moment of love whenever his father became excited enough to show his son an interesting concept that he has discovered in his research.

Over time, as he begun to show his interest and genius in engineering science and various other areas of "knowledge", he had lost the blissful feeling he felt that his mother gave him when she sang or painted. Slowly, he became abided with society, and became into another ignorant citizen who valued only knowledge. However, when he finally decides to go into the old room that belonged to his mother, to see what remains there since everything was taken away, he finds a small drawing that he had made along with his mother, hidden underneath several layers of loose wood that had begun to decay over time. In this moment, he becomes hysterical over how he cannot remember the emotions he once felt as a child, how he felt when he made this, how he too was like his mother who broke the law in terms of the drawing being the evidence. Not being able to bring himself to burn it, he slowly treasures the drawing. And in this, he tries to seek refuge with overwhelming emotions, in turn creating his computer coding's secret illustrations as a way to try to stop him, but he cannot escape the urges that he has everyday - to try and feel how it would be like to "express himself". The the horror of it all.

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So begins...

Erlin Sebille's Story

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I hate this already.

It hasn't been, at the very least, 5 minutes since he had stepped outside his apartment, and already he felt uncomfortable to be out here in the streets. Despite that he lived in a more secluded area, therefore a more lack of people present, Erlin strongly abhorred being without the darkness of his room where he could work with his little gadgets and formulating plans to create and sell to companies of his prototype weaponry designs, but he also hated having to be called out on his feminine features - as everyone doesn't live under a rock, like he'd hope to. Eventually, they'd comment on his appearance and say something that will irk him to no end. And so, he'd have to come out at some point, and then release some vitamin D from his skin as he did. In this view, he'd help maintain health, so he wouldn't have to go to some hospital, which was more undesirable to think about.

Stopping himself from over-thinking too much to the point that he'd just go back inside to sleep, defeating his purpose of being outside in the first place, Erlin kept walking as he walked past several districts and began towards an area where he often went to. He tried to supply himself with reason of having to purchase new, stronger material to fully be able to plan out a new idea forming in his head, but the sunlight and the increase in people being about was extremely distracting.

When he finally arrives to the appropriate market that contained the material he needed, he stuffs his face behind the large black scarf in a sad attempt to hide his face - not that any one would be bothered to look - that was wrapped around his shoulders and neck many times due to its long size. His gray eyes kept to the ground in a blank expression despite the slight turn in his brows that made it seem like a frustrated frown, keeping his hands in his dark gray jean pockets in the slight chill he felt for being inside an extremely warm apartment for too long. Pulling the long sleeved gray and white shirt down more to go reach his knuckles, he makes a note to himself to go and try to find his trench coat among the mess in his room later.

He only stops momentarily to look up to stare at the sky overhead, as if to expect a bird in the sky in a moment of weakness, but of course to his disappointment, there were none. Standing there for several moments before walking again with his head low and slouching figure, he kept his pace, only to hit something in front of him moments later, and took several steps back before pathetically losing his balance and falling backwards. Now hitting concrete with a pain in his gluteus maximus and gluteus medius muscles, he hoped that he had either walked into a wall or a pole when he wasn't looking, because it's be utterly embarrassing and completely troublesome if it were a person. To hell if people saw, he'd worry about that later. Erlin held a hand to his forehead as he pulled back his long fringe, to feel if there were any damage done, already feeling a headache coming on.

He could almost indefinitely feel his cheeks and skin began to flush in red, trying to keep himself together with a blank look to hide his embarrassment for not watching where he was going. He does not dare look up until he could gather enough pride to do so.

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Avastir walked along the streets of the city. His shoulders were slouched, hands in pockets, and his two long bangs covered up his eyes to where a only a small portion of the blue color could be seen. He was being awfully slow. His steps seemed to drag the ground and it appeared as if he had just got fired from a job. He was greeted with strange looks and murmurs from other people around him but Avastir didn't seem to notice. Instead he seemed to walk even slower.

He reached the main street and looked out. The river in the middle of the two side walks stretched and snaked its way through the building. On the map, it appeared as if it had cut the city in half. Smaller rivers that met with main street were built as water ways for people to move around on. There were sometimes boats here and there from people who have recently used the river. Avastir's most favorite thing to do as a kid was to jump around on the square tiles along the river that helped with transporting people from one end of the street to the other.

He would have competitions with himself, of course out of view from others. He would step on the automatic moving plate and once it had moved as far as his eager self could wait, he would jump as hard as he could to the other side. Sounds childish but growing up with no means of fun at all and you sort of... create. Avastir began to smile at the times when he would lose when he fell into the river and he would have to return home with an excuse as to why he was soaked. It was always the usual, 'I slipped... and fell...' with the exact pauses.

Avastir stood there just staring at the river until the people behind him had started to chuckle. He turned around and saw a boy across from him holding his head as he sat on the ground. It looked like he had just rammed into something and since there was a pole in from of him, that only added on to the possibilities. Ouch. Avastir thought as he clutched his own head. He looked around and found that the people had now returned to their daily lives. Avastir sighed and decided to make confrontation. He started by walking up to the boy who was now flushed a bright red and offering his hand to the fallen male.

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Anaee had remembered once before that her old, great grandmother had told amazing stories of men that history had once forgotten long ago. Men that had once used just their hands to build brilliant, detailed and beautiful things; Anaee's eyes closed as she remember the stories that had spoke from the old woman's mouth. Her great grandmother had always been there for Anaee and she loved that rickety old woman that would tell crazy stories; her father would always detest them and then start to lecture and yell at the old woman for telling such illegal and ridicules stories. Anaee got up, dropping the cat as she walked towards the small bag in the corner of the small area in the warehouse; opening it, she pulled out a dirty rag and small hand mirror that looked extremely high class and expensive, also pulling out a water bottle made of what seemed to look similar to chrome. She poured the water onto the rag and wet it, looking in the mirror as she started to scrub the paint off of her; as she did, Anaee's skin became a cherry color.

This was the part that Anaee had hated, it seemed like it takes forever to scrub the paint off of her. After what seemed like thirty minutes, she had finally gotten the paint off of her skin, blotchy red patches showing that it took her some time to scrub. Anaee's head tilted upwards as she looked at the crusty paint in her hair, combing them out with her wet fingers; once again, it took some time but she got most of it off of her hair. Whatever was left, was unnoticeable unless someone where to concentrate incredibly hard on her hair. Anaee shuffled off her shirt and pants before pulling on a high class dress that squeezed her uncomfortably; she hated the dresses that her family had made her wear, they where extremely tight and itchy. She flipped her head downwards before back up, trying to control her wild red hair. Finally, Anaee was ready to walk outside to roam around the area, looking like she was extremely high class; her hair was pinned up, and she wore a classic dress that many of the women here wore. She shuffled on the shoes and placed everything in her bag, flipping it over her shoulder so it looked like a large purse instead of something carrying paint, brushes, and a change of clothes.

Tabby looked up at her, before licking his front paw. "I'll be back later." She smiled, placing her hand on the cat. "You can have the rest of my sandwich." And with that, Anaee turned towards the entrance, dodging the blocking walls and jumping over the pipes, running out of the abandoned warehouse with extreme cautious. Anaee ran towards the market, stumbling and tripping, but managing to keep her balance; anyone could tell that Anaee couldn't walked in the shoes, but it seemed that she was used to it. Once she had arrived at the market, she stopped her pace for a second to catch her breath. Anaee couldn't help but to let out a slight smile, bringing color to her cheeks as she thought to herself that after five years, she still hasn't gotten used to running or walking in the shoes her parents provided to wear. In her warehouse, she was able to walk around barefooted or in some socks, but here, she was required to wear the shoes her parents or society (whatever seems to float your boats) gave her.

Anaee started to walk again; her stance was steady, but her feet was a bit wobbly. Before she could start window shopping, her eyes stumbled upon a boy falling back on his butt, making her both jump, and perk a slight smile to her face. The people around her had started to chuckle at the boy, before turning to resume their business. Anaee couldn't help but to keep staring, the guy's face turning to a shade of red that would match her hair. Anaee's feet moved on their own as she started to walk near to boy, but she stopped instantly as she saw another person walking up to the guy. The boy had black hair and blue eyes that looked as if they could kill someone if the boy decided to glare down at a person, which only made her stomach churn thinking about it. She gave a slight swallow before continuing her way to the boy who had fallen.

The boy who had fallen had blonde hair and was a bit thin. Anaee had to admit that the young boy looked just as beautiful as her elder sister, but at the same time, anyone could see he was guy. It wasn't long when Anaee reached the boy, standing right behind him, swallowing once before she squeaked, "Are you alright?" She gave a nervous smile before her eyes beamed towards the other boy, who from what she had thought, came over to help the fallen person as well.

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In this very moment of his life, Erlin was indefinitely sure that the world really wanted him to die of embarrassment and humiliation. It only backed up his theory as he was getting his pride together to finally glance up, but being able to sense the presence of someone near by, he froze up again. He cursed himself for being slower than what catalysts do and their infuriating causes. Moving his eyes slowly from to the hand, then to what was in front of him - .. a pole. Joy. The day couldn't have gone any better. - then back to the hand. If it wasn't bad enough, "Are you alright?" A woman came by to what he could only assume, help him. He briefly glanced towards her: a small girl with an unruly amount of very red hair - it reminded him of fairies, but forced himself to stop thinking so he wouldn't get carried away - that generally fitted her image. She had a nice smile though, but he knew better than to trust the nervousness she held, as if in hesitation. He wasn't to be fooled.

No human had any single inch of genuine kindness and trust - because even if they did, they'd always somehow disappear through your hands, like grains of sand. All exteriors are not to be trusted for their interiors. The most important lesson in life that he had ever learned.

With carefully controlled expression, he softly held the out-reached hand, and felt himself being lifted back up on his feet, and muttering a, "thank you," in politeness, he dusted himself lightly off of imaginary dirt. Fully looking at the male who decided to help him, Erlin noted of the dark, inky like hair that contrasted with bright blue eyes, but he envied most was the strong built the - younger? Erlin wasn't too sure - boy had that easily showed, and it made himself look much smaller and girly than he'd like to think. He bit his lip in irritation as he suddenly became self-conscious of how thin he was in his clothes, the fabrics easily showed that. But then he twitched in an inconspicuous manner when he remembered that he hit a pole with his forehead head on, the pain that was to eventually dull brought his awareness of it to attention. He turned towards the girl, who he noted was well-dressed for a passerby, and secretly wondered if he should stop it with the fairy thoughts - because the girl looked exactly like the paintings of his childhood's 'before'. Erlin ignored how his fingers made another slight twitch in a urgent want to get to some computer coding programming device, pronto. He should find a way to stop his fidgety habits.

"Thank you for asking, but I'm perfectly fine.." He quietly spoke, seeing as he didn't often. Placing his fingers onto his forehead after pulled his fringe back again, for any irregular bumps that have appeared, completely aware that it was sure to have swelled by now - it felt warm to the touch and slightly stung. He should go find medication later - he just knew that this one was going to haunt him by becoming the greatest pain in his brain of the century.

He kept staring at the female, as if in analyzing and observing some strange thing that he didn't know of or understand. There was something off about her, he could feel it in his gut; he just didn't know what it was just yet. Perhaps it was the crazy talking. He certainly felt as if he was beginning to tip off his usual mind set as of lately. The headache and bump didn't help. The blond boy glanced back to the darker haired one, maintaining that quiet voice, like he was some ghost. "I apologize for you having to go out of your way to help me," he spoke it like he had rehearsed many times - to which he had. "But I do hope that you did not feel troubled by doing so."

Keeping a tight, polite smile that severely contrasted with his previous blank one, despite how his eyes didn't seem to go along in sync with his facial expression, he wasn't very willing to staying around any longer and becoming completely socially impaired, so he bowed slightly, and then was ready to turn to set off as fast as he could for a stick like him, completely aware that he will be going in the opposite direction. He should probably go lock himself in his room to try to live down the embarrassment, or for the rest of his life for having to run into a pole. Either sounded appealing at the moment.

"Now, if you'd please excuse me.. "

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Avastir

Not too long before he had helped the boy up that a girl had approached them both. His eyes trained on hers as she spoke. She seemed quite nice but sounded a bit nervous as she spoke. The oddest thing about her though, wasn't her red hair but the blotches of red on her skin. Had a person gone up to her and twisted the skin on her arms? Avastir decided not to ask.

When he had helped the fallen male up, he seemed surprisingly light and skinny for his age. Of course most people are here though. When the boy apologized, Avastir immediately responded. "Oh no problem." He said quietly as he observed the boys actions. He seemed quite urgent to go and Avastir wasn't going to be in the way of why he wanted to do so.

It's not like he wanted the boy nor girl to leave. It's just he valued some alone time here and there. Much like a scientist or a writer enjoys some 'thinking time' for his or her next story or great invention. Well, Avastir wasn't much of a writer or scientist but he did like to have his thinking time as well. The non-social person is what people around the market call him.

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Anaee had watched the boy, and her mind started to race when both of the boys started to look at her oddly. Is there still paint on me? Perhaps I missed a spot...? Her thoughts had only made her even more nervous before the boy's voice had sliced through her thoughts, pulling her back to reality. Her eyes darting towards the blonde boy, and before she knew it, words fell from her mouth. "A-Are you sure your fine?" She asked, her voice seemed to be out of concern, but her worries that she had missed a spot when cleaning the paint off seemed to grow; she was really worried about the boy who had fell, and would offer to buy him a cold compress if he had needed it. Anaee had more money than she needed at the time, and doubt her father would notice if a few dollars or so went missing. Trying to bring herself out of her thoughts for a few seconds, her eyes turned towards the black haired boy who had also helped the blonde hair boy; she gave a him a small, nervous yet warming smile before her attention went back to the blonde boy. Unconsciously, her hands started to wonder up her arms and neck, trying to search for spots she might've missed.

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"A-Are you sure your fine?" And he almost got away too. Damn. Curse him and the beaten manners in him. Erlin turned around briefly, just reassure the red haired girl that he was perfectly, utterly fine - and that the headache was merely of his imagination. Looking towards the concerned sounding girl, he was ready to say something, but he stopped himself when she seemed to fidget about as if in nervousness, and it caught him odd.

She wouldn't be conscious of herself in front of two strangers at this point, would she? She seemed perfectly harmless enough, but as he stared a little longer, there really was something off about her. Her hands were nervously fidgeting around her arms and neck, and while it seemed perfectly natural to be doing something like that, it didn't sit right with him. There was something of that like a white blotches in the strands of her hair, and he reaches out towards it to see if it were hair dye or some sort, but halted half way through as his logic argued that it could've been merely a reflection of the light. He retracts his hand to point towards his head like he was pointing a gun, and merely states in choppy bits, unsure as to how to voice it, ".. your hair. There's bits of white in some strands. You should see to it if you've been under stress, or some other cause." White hair, when in stress, is usually found nearby the scalp, isn't it? He doesn't dare to venture in his thoughts that this woman could possibly be.. "Er, earlier question's response: I'm fine." He awkwardly replies to her earlier question. "No need to continue asking. Thank you, again, for the concern and the assistance." After all, he'd be a hypocrite.. Bu-but.. He wasn't necessarily was one.. But..

Erlin walks around the black haired boy with shifty steps, and quickly ducks his head back into his scarf, murmuring a, "good-bye," as a farewell, and quickly sets off. More wary of the poles and obstacles on the streets, he heads towards his original destination with hasty gait, stopping only once to turn around for only a moment, and then continues without another glance at his surroundings, dead set on getting the materials he needed. After that, he could run home and not go out for another 3 weeks. That was a good plan. Perhaps by then he could forget about this incident, and return back to avoiding social interaction at all costs, and then attempt to get the stores he went to to do delivery service to his area so he wouldn't have to go through this again. The thoughts saddens him, if only for a second or two. Lightly, he touches his forehead, winces, then goes inside a building for his purchase. Just forget about it, and you can be perfectly and utterly fine. Completely.. fine. He doubts even himself at this point.

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The color seemed to drain out of Anaee's face when she had been told that there was some white in her hair, her guesses where right; she had some paint still on her- though, it probably could've gone unnoticed if it hadn't been for her nervousness. Her hands trailed upwards to her hair, pulling some strands out from under her pins to try to get off the paint, not really noticing them leave until he had heard the blonde's voice. Anaee watched him as he left, a bit sad that he hadn't stayed for much longer. She spun on her heels towards the black haired boy whom had been quiet since the blonde had left; giving a weak smile, she spoke with a soft voice, "Well, it was really nice to meet you..." It was more of her way of being polite, since they had only exchanged just a few words; most, not even directed towards Anaee.

"Now if you'll excuse me..." She lowered her head a bit, showing him that she was leaving before she turned around, staring at the street ahead of her before she started to walk, giving the black haired guy just enough time to say his share of words before she had actually gotten too far away to hear him. Once she had heard him exchange words (if he had exchanged words, she had been a bit too busy thinking to have paid attention), she quickly sped up her pace, with a lighthearted smile on her face. Anaee really wanted to go window shopping before, but now she was in another world; her mind was not only on the paint that had been in her hair, but also on the boy who looked pretty enough to be disguised as a girl. Her eyes beaded across the windows, trying to find him once again.

It had confused her, she knew nothing of this boy, yet she wanted to talk to him just a bit more. He had interested her, but at the same time, made her a bit nervous; then again, anyone who had spied paint in her hair would make her a bit nervous. Anaee stopped out of the blue, trying to think about why she was trying to follow him. He had thought it was stress, so she shouldn't be concerned about the fact that he had spied what bits of paint was in her hair; Anaee looked around, trying to untangle her thoughts. Only one small solution had came up with her, maybe I just wanted to make new friends... It was a nice thought, so she had decided to go along with it. After deciding that it was the story to go along with, Anaee started to walk once more only to stop a minute after; her eyes had pointed to a store where she had saw the blonde guy once again. Unconsciously, she stood and waited for him.

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Perhaps it is between 30 minutes to an hour while he is searching for the parts, but it is nonetheless, it a mere quick glance throughout the vast inventory of the store that he has relied on for the past 8 months when working on all of his previous projects, that has led him to getting the 7 sheets of this specific brand of metal he needed. Placing them into a basket as he picks out screws and wires and nuts to go along with it, and a memory drive, he purchases the items with a free bonus metal sheet for being such a long customer. He ignores that fact that it is merely because of his buying the more expensive types that would lead the clerk to giving him extras, and continues on his way after he pays with his card. But Erlin halts halfway through the doorway when he spots a familiar stranger a small distance away, and he curses to himself for how small a world it was.

The small, red haired girl appeared to have been waiting for someone, and he awkwardly stares at the girl who had came to assist him in his earlier embarrassing bump and fall with his bag in one hand. When she seems to have spotted him as well, he quickly turns and then quickly walks away in the direction of his apartment. (Her facial expression seemed odd, but he barely glanced at it before looking away so he may avoid her. Erlin dismisses every other thought regarding this matter) He's walking away into a crowd and questions are bombarding his mind, ranging from didn't she heed my advice to go and find a doctor to check for stress that may be causing white hairs?, knowing fully well that clinics weren't in this district, and were a bit away, and leaves it behind when other logic kicks in to tell him that she didn't have to listen to him. It evolves to why she is here of all places, if not otherwise? The grip on his bag tightens and he looks behind him momentarily to see if she was there still, eyes scanning over the crowd and the spot where she was standing.

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Avastir

"Y-yeah, you to..." He says awkwardly to the red headed girl and watches as she takes her leave. "Well bye..." He says in the small moment of time for him to say his farewell. Avastir continues on his walk towards his house and for a while nothing unusual happens. The bump in with the blonde and the girl seemed to have been the most exciting part of his day, or so he thought.

Avastir was continuing on with his trek as normal as possible until a woman gives out a frightening scream. Avastir lifts his head up and sees a large crowd forming near main street river. Curious on to whats going on, Avastir rushes in until he can see just over the heads of some of the people. What he sees might as well just have been the horrid thing he had ever seen.

He sees a couple of cops surrounding a man who is on his knees and looks pretty beat up. The man looked about Avastir's age and looked as though he had gotten into a run in with a gang at midnight. Avastir watches intently trying to pick out the emotions of the cops and the crowd. By now, a couple of the police were pushing back the crowd shouting, "Alright! Move it! There's nothing to see here!" Avastir disagreed though and snaked his way through the crowd until he could see more clearly. From there Avastir watched as everything started to unfold.

The boy seemed to be saying something but no sound was coming out of his mouth. Avastir tilted his head some until one of the cops had spoken up. "Sir, you are under arrest for the possession of a Lacisum Ecived!" A not so carefully coded term that can easily be decoded into Musical Device. When they first started using the term, people would know what it meant but as time flew by, people had no idea what these things were. Avastir knew though. "I-I was just th-throwing it awa-" The boy didn't have time to finish the last word in his sentence before a cop had punched him in the jaw, sending the boy stumbling to his side. The cop had picked the boy up by his color and appeared to be saying something but Avastir couldn't quite tell what it was.

Avastir squinted his eyes and read the cops lips and picked up a few words here and there. "Dare...You... Music...Taint...Minds...People..." Avastir repeated these words over and over again until the crowds yelling pulled him back to reality. Why would a crowd get so worked up over this? A boy just throwing away some Musical instrumet or something? Whats there to get worked up about? Avastir thought and looked into the eyes of some of the people. They all looked angry at him... Maybe they think Music is something evil? They have been raised to know that science and math were the building blocks of everything around them. Everything runs off of knowledge, technology... And the government has been saying that art and sports-Useless knowledge- taints these things and keeps the soul from learning. Well, if you have been born knowing all your life revolves around knowledge and the one thing that everyone says 'destroys it' then you would want to get rid of that thing to...

Avastir, looks around before darting through the crowd once more and finally staggers out. Once Avastir regains his balance, the humming of the police craft could be heard as he watches it hover out of view. The crowds ranting and shouting starts to dissipate until it finally stops and people go back to their normal lives. Avastir looks up in the direction where the police craft had flown off to. He knew his parents would also get blamed for even allowing him to have the Ecived... Regardless whether they knew or not. Avastir continues to stare in that direction before he mutters, "Dare...You... Music...Taint...Minds...People..." Once more.

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Anaee froze when she saw him exited the store; she hadn't realized that her legs had moved on their own and she started to follow him once more. Because of her small size, Anaee was pushed to side from side, and out onto the sidewalk- losing track of where the blonde had gone. She looked throughout the crowd, trying to spot where he had gone, but couldn't find him anywhere in the crowd. Anaee let out a sound of disappointment, losing the person she had wanted to interact with. She soon started to walk again, only to spot him for yet, a third time today; her feet had once again, started to move without her thinking. This time, she started to slow jog, trying to push her way through the crowd.

As though it had seemed like forever, she had finally made her way towards him, almost losing him once again because of crowd. Looking up at him, she hadn't thought about what she was going to say, and because of that, her face flustered from embarrassment; feeling stupid enough to follow him without a reason. Anaee stood there for a moment, almost motionless as people walked around him before her mouth had opened, as if she was about to say something, but nothing had came out. It was another moment of awkward silence. "S-Sorry, I-I, uh..." She stuttered. As he started to move once more, she had almost followed him like a duckling following its mother. "Uh...I was just making sure you were really alright..." She said out loud at him, knowing that she was probably annoying. "You hit your, er, head pretty hard." Her voice suddenly grew silent as she looked at him.

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Erlin managed to breath out slightly in easy, when he realizes that he may have lost her as he steps further in the crowd. Seeing her move towards his direction ha at first unsettled him very much, as many thoughts went through his mind, questioning her presence being there. As he turns around again, and moves forward though, he's shocked when he decides to turn around again (just for luck's sake) to see if she were still there, only to see her right behind him. (His luck was never very good, anyway.) So he's standing there in shock, unsure as to what to do, holding onto his bag tightly to the point that he could feel his nails digging into his palm. Erlin simply didn't know how to interact with this red haired girl who seemed to have persistently followed him. So he merely stares at her, and then quickly turns around, to continue walking. Perhaps ignoring the girl would be the best course of action..

"S-Sorry, I-I, uh..." She stuttered. He was trying to ignore her, but she merely followed after him, and he feels like she is trying to follow him like that of a young animal attached to its parent. He couldn't think of any examples, but it was good enough to settle away in the dark further corners of his mind. "Uh...I was just making sure you were really alright..." It sort of touched him, how she seemed to have cared so much. But he quickly takes away all sort of thought related to that.Why on earth would any human care for another without ulterior motive? No such thing as this fake face called 'kindness', exists. Erlin, get a hold of yourself. He continues to walk. "You hit your, er, head pretty hard." Her voice suddenly grew silent as she looked at him. He stops in the midst of the crowd, and she probably does too, and slowly, he turns around to stare at her, a blank look, as he's looking at her - trying to analyze her, trying to find his silent questions' answers in a fiercely looking and empty stare. Erlin stands there for a few moments, and he rustles up sorts of bitterness as he could muster into his voice as he finally speaks, "why must you care about it so much? It wasn't your fault at all. You weren't the one of whom that I had bumped into, and had my minor hit from." Knowing that this was rather cold, he adds in an additional statement to ease how truly bitter he probably sounded, from the countless practice and accustomed habit that has led to many people commenting on such a feat. His tone begins to soften. "Please do not worry about me. It is none of your concern."

The red haired girl is really small, and petite in appearance. An innocent, surely. Child-like, and perhaps, a bit ignorant of how cruel the world could really be. He knows that this girl is really like that of a fairy, and the thoughts almost scares him into running away from her as far as possible with his weak athletic skill. He stands still again, and then quietly, he asks, "if you must worry, worry about someone else. Not someone such as I." It feels like a whisper. "Please have a nice day. It was nice meeting you." Before allowing that she could say anything, he quickly turns to storm off with rapid foot steps, rather hoping that what he said would have her not bother with his existence anymore, and while it hurts slightly to having to push others who seemed so genuine in their intentions, he knew that just sometimes, they weren't truly genuine at all. And he couldn't know if this one was one, or not. It's only this gnawing feeling at his mind that somehow, the trouble that seemed have brewed today, wasn't going to stop from today and onwards.

. . . Yes. He should most certainly lock himself up in his room, before the madness gets any further in progressing. The thought of it was very, very appealing indeed.

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"Why must you care about it so much? It wasn't your fault at all. You weren't the one of whom that I had bumped into, and had my minor hit from." His words stung her heart, causing it to sink to her butt. He was so cold and she had wondered why. Had she really been annoying him this much? Sure, she followed him and kinda stalked him a bit, but it just hurt her a bit to hear his cold words. "Please do not worry about me. It is none of your concern." She looked up at him, hearing the softening tone of his voice, but she had still remained silent. She wasn't able to say much since she knew she was mostly in the wrong; though, she had to admit, it did anger her a tiny bit how this person was so distant. Anaee's eyes peered upwards when she had enough audacity to look up at him; her thoughts almost instantly taking over. He has the perfect bone structure to be a model; its a shame to allow such a beautiful person leave. Anaee wanted to paint him; but she knew it was something she only had to do based off of memory- which she knew was practically impossible for her.

"If you must worry, worry about someone else. Not someone such as I." She couldn't keep herself still as she kept fidgeting. "Please have a nice day. It was nice meeting you." Her eyes watched him as he quickly made his way away from her. Her small face scrunched up; she puffed out her cheeks and stuck out her lips. She was pouting. She was proving to those who had mocked her constantly about being a child right; she knew it, but she couldn't help herself from doing so. Anaee could feel her cheeks heat up with a bit of frustration, embarrassment, and a bit of sadness- all together mushed up. It took her a while to move her legs, but when she did, she almost immediately followed him- her face still plastered with her pouting. She stopped herself though and quickly realized that she couldn't be mad at him for feeling bothered for her stalking him. Anaee let out a heavy sigh before watching him disappear as he went further away.

It couldn't be stopped though, she knew she was a bother, but she couldn't stop her feet. She started to run after him, stumbling and tripping over her feet as she tried to catch up to him. "W-Wait!" Her voice came out, and even she couldn't believe it was her own voice. Once she was about a few feet from him, she instantly stopped, watching him keep walking. "Uh..." She couldn't help but to be a bit speechless- she didn't even know why she was chasing him. "W-Why don't I buy you lunch?" Her voice was awkward along with her smile, but it was an awkward situation for her. She didn't want to get rejected, her eyes said that much, but she'd understand why if he did reject her.

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Erlin is merely only walking away with bitter thoughts as he tries to breathe in easy when he is sure that the girl will give up and decide to go home. Unfortunately, it would seem that today out of all days, he was more wrong than he had ever been in his life. He keeps on walking, even as she's calling out out for him to stop and - what? He halts in his movements as she manages to utter out an invitation to lunch, leaving his thoughts to come to a crash and screeching stop as it begins to shut down and malfunction. This girl! .. Doesn't she know when to give up on a person? He's thinking madly as he's staring at the red haired girl with a blank expression, unsure as to what to do. I've already turned her away, and yet she keeps on coming back with that expression of 'kindness'! What are her ulterior motives, why must she continue to persist after me? As his mind is going into pandemonium, why lunch? What will she accomplish in this? he turns around, set on downright refusing her in the most utterly cold way he could just so she may never wish to speak or even look at him ever again. But when as he did decide to turn around, Erlin couldn't help but pause. That expression..

He really doesn't understand anymore. He doesn't. He slightly frowns in confusion, unsure as to what to do as what her expression conveyed as well, and merely stands there. After a few moments of silence on his part, and he turns around again, and begins walking forward again, turning his head to look back at her when he reaches several feet away, gripping the bag in his hangs tightly, switching that abused container to another hand so he could stop digging his nails into his palm. Quietly but however loud enough for the girl's ears to be able to pick up, he blankly states, ".. I know a small cafe on the end of my street." Erlin continues walking, not daring to look back to see.

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Fauna

Fauna listened to the beautiful melody being played by Avia and hummed the notes herself. "So, how long have you been playing piano?" Fauna asked before noticing Avia getting a little nervous. "Oh here. Let me get that for you." Fauna says in delight before walking up to the window and closing it. Once the sliding window made a click at the bottom, she turned to Avia looking for an answer.

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Avastir

Avastir had continued walking for sometime in the opposite direction of home. He didn't want to cross the road where the fight had just broken up. Maybe he could get some things for his dad or maybe groceries for his mom... Avastir thought about an explanation as to why he wasAvastir brushed a hand through his hair in frustration. His parents couldn't be fooled to easily. It was a miracle they let it slide when he would come home drenched and have an excuse as 'I slipped'.

Avastir sighed deeply. A bit bored, maybe he could talk to someone. His alone time was over whenever he got bored so he continued on hoping to look for some teenager to talk to only to find the Red headed girl and the Blonde haired boy talking with each other. Avastir wasn't going to interfere so he just leaned up against the wall of the building and occasionally glanced in he direction of the two.

He wasn't trying to stalk them or anything in that subject. He was only curious as to what the two were doing. They appeared to have peaked his interest somewhat. You don't just run into the same people in a city like this. "Hmm, must be a smaller world than I think..." He mumbled to himself.

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Oh, how the irony killed her! Anaee's eyes peered upwards at him as he gave her that blank expression, and after what had seemed like forever, he turned around. Anaee let out a silent sigh, her eyes lowered, almost knowing that we were going to say. ".. I know a small cafe on the end of my street." Her heart pounding joyfully at his words as he resumed his walking; she stumbled to catch up to him before giving him a smile once she was at his side. “My name is Anaee Randings.” Her smile was too wide to try to hide it and anyone could tell that if something else good had happened, she’d probably explode.

Her head slightly bobbed back and forth, her eyes gazing across the streets. “S-So what’s the name of the café? What’s your favorite food there?” Anaee was just too happy to stay in silence. Her eyes once again, gazed over the surroundings around them, it was then, where she saw the familiar face; at first, she hadn’t recognized where she had seen him, but she was sure that she had seen him before. Her eyes drifted to Erlin back to the black haired boy; she repeated this for a while before some sparks clicked in her head. She stumbled towards the right before raising her hand and waving towards the black haired boy- already assuming that Erlin wouldn’t mind another joining the party; she was paying for the food anyways.

Like always, Anaee had that crooked little grin on her face; she was happy that she was making friends. She hoped that the black haired boy would also join them for lunch. Because Anaee was almost, always busy, either doing her own thing, or associating with what family business she had, she didn’t really make some time to make friends; though, when she did, she was more than ecstatic to do whatever she wanted with them. “W-Would you like to join us for lunch?” Her voice was a bit nervous, but more sound and confident than before, when they had met in the streets. Her smile was still wide as she tried to keep up with Erlin, and wait for Avastir at the same time.

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Erlin let out a sigh as she seemed to have brightened her mood from before, apparently excited. He could hear her make a stumbling sound over the ground before having a smile that was wide and seemed far too cheerful. A certainly bubbly and happy character, isn't she?[i] He couldn't help thinking to himself on how happy a girl she was if when people got along with her. Well, as 'getting along' as Erlin could try to accomplish. He felt extremely awkward in the presence of this girl who seemed to be ready to explode out of pure joy. [i]“My name is Anaee Reddings.” She introduced herself, and he paused before replying back, "Erlin. Erlin Sebille." Despite the quiet tone he had, he carefully pronounced his name with every syllable that was meant to be pronounced with each odd sound that didn't always seem to match up with the letters.

He kept walking, face forward, a slight tilt towards his new apparent companion as she cheerfully made conversation. “S-So what’s the name of the café? What’s your favorite food there?” Erlin sighed inwardly, keeping a straight face outwards. Why couldn't she be quiet, and just merely be happy to herself? Not everyone shared his same ideals, and so, he had to deal with it. He was, after all, the one who brought this onto himself. "The cafe's name is Shori Kibe. I don't have a favorite." He doesn't bother to politely ask her if she had a favorite. They continue walking, and she seems to have gone quiet. Erlin, not minding the sudden bout of silence, keeps walking forward, but stops when he hears the girl call out to someone. “W-Would you like to join us for lunch?” He stops to turn around, ready to ask as to just what was she doing, before catching sight of the black haired boy from earlier. He's merely staring. What.. Is everyone stalking each other all of a sudden? He quickly shoos those thoughts away, as it was quite rude. ".. Really, small world this is." He states, sighing, unaware that he had meant for that to be thought instead of spoken, but doesn't really think too much on it.

He watches Anaee waving her arm at the black haired boy, who seems to have been a distance away. Erlin walks ahead, but he stops to wait for the girl after walking away several steps. He had invited her to go the damn cafe, after all. He was just resisting the urge to just go ahead and leave her behind, but he can't find himself to put his legs to do it. The sad expression on the girl's face earlier kept coming to mind. That girl must be some sort of demon in disguise to have acting skills like that. Whatever it is she's after, it better be worth it, and quick. He shoves his hands in his pockets, the bag still being awkwardly held. He slouches slightly, straightening his arms and legs that tilt slightly while he's standing, balancing on the ground with slightly shaky posture, as he tries to stuff his face into the over-sized scarf of his again. This slow torture is killing me. Had better damn be worth trying to kill me over. Had he forgot to mention that he wasn't really in a good mood today? He glances over to the horizon where the sun was still present, no expression easily told was present in his eyes that were beginning to dull over. So much sun and light..

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"get caught?" Fauna said in complete shock before laughing. "hah! the government has completely forgot about this place. Not to mention it's in the middle of scenic no where." She chuckles. If someone were to tell on us or we lead them directly to this place then we won't get caught. as long as we keep the music a bit lower than it will all be fine." Fauna says in delight.

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Amusement was the first emotion to be felt when he saw the red headed girl appear in front of him. “W-Would you like to join us for lunch?” He heard the girl say. His eyes darted to the girl to the boy. "I don't know. I don't want to interrupt...something that you two were doing..." Avastir says slowly. "But I could go for a drink to get my mind off the skirmish that I had ran into." He thought for a moment. "Well, I think it's up to your friend to decide if I should come or go." He said. He wasn't trying to get them angry nor make them feel uncomfortable, it's just someone never gets to see this often. Plus, he needed some friends anyway.

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"I don't know. I don't want to interrupt...something that you two were doing..." Anaee’s eyes peered up at him for a couple of seconds, trying to figure out what he meant by that comment; it was only about a moment later that she had gotten what he had said and a slight hue of pink shaded over her cheeks. “N-No, we were just having lunch! That’s why I invited you as well…” As she said that, Anaee puffed her cheeks and lips out, as if she was pouting about the subject- her face soon became normal and she grew quiet as he continued speaking.

"But I could go for a drink to get my mind off the skirmish that I had ran into." She couldn’t help but to get a bit more excited as he spoke about coming; her head nodding crazily to his words. "Well, I think it's up to your friend to decide if I should come or go." Anaee couldn’t help but to turn her head and expand her eyes a bit in a pleading way; she looked more like a pathetic puppy than a small girl now. The thought, More the Merrier, right?, was stamped across her forehead in an obvious way as she stared at Erlin. Before Erlin could properly respond, her head swung back towards the black haired boy.

“By the way, I’m Anaee Randings.” Her innocent, oblivious smile was planted on her face. Not only had she met one new friend, but another! Today was going to be great, Anaee could already tell- not only was the day been good so far, but she just had good feelings about. Her cheeks soon matched the color of her cherry red hair as her smile only grew wider; hoping that Erlin would accept the invitation- maybe she could learn something new about her new friends. Oh, how was this exciting! Anaee started to fidget as she started to think of jokes that could break the silence that maybe ahead of her- the first thing that came to her mind was the jokes the maids back at home often told.

She never really knew what they meant, but they would laugh on and on about certain things; her eyes squinted together as she started to think and try to remember them- hoping that she could get every word of them.

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"I don't know. I don't want to interrupt...something that you two were doing..." Erlin could've tripped over thin air for that. No! Please! Interrupt us as you please!! Make it less awkward than it should be! He tries to reason with himself as he's stuck between which outcome was more tolerable, having to be alone with one person, that one person being an Anaee Randings, or having to interact with two people, with one who was a bit more likable. Anaee had terribly devilish and easily convincing 'acting abilities'. “N-No, we were just having lunch! That’s why I invited you as well…” Erlin raised his brow at the statement, hoping that she'd somehow retract that statement and rephrase it somehow. She made it almost seem as if they were.. He shuddered slightly. He couldn't bring himself to imagine it..

"But I could go for a drink to get my mind off the skirmish that I had ran into." Erlin watched as the crazy red-haired girl was shaking her head excitedly to his words as he could only wonder as to what skirmish he was referring to. "Well, I think it's up to your friend to decide if I should come or go." Anaee couldn’t help but to turn her head and expand her eyes a bit in a pleading way; she looked more like a pathetic puppy than a small girl now. The thought, More the Merrier, right?, was stamped across her forehead in an obvious way as she stared at Erlin. Before Erlin could properly respond, her head swung back towards the black haired boy.

Erlin's lips were beginning to turn into a thin line as he sunk into a more blanker and blanker expression. Don't leave this up to me! He knew that he wasn't the most social person on the planet, but he was aware that having to decide decisions like these were of situations that he rather usually avoided. Why did I say yes again..? .. Oh, yes, the girl's expression. Curse my humanity.

As she introduced herself to the blacked-haired boy, he remained stoic, and in his fit of panic, he unknowingly said a loud without too much thought, "it's quite alright." He isn't able to retract his statement before Anaee becomes excited again. Erlin just stiffly stands awkwardly, as he tried to positively try to reassure himself, bringing himself to try to smile a tightly drawn, small smile, by trying to think of what rations he would need to bring into his room and how well should he lock himself in. .. Perhaps forever? ".. More, the merrier, right?" He nods. Erlin doesn't even want to think about how choppy and incredibly awkward that made him. He awaits for the black-haired boy to catch up with Anaee and him, so they may get this done and over with. Vaguely, he feels the race of an electronic device that contained some previous computer codes for future use in his pocket, and reminds himself to begin working on the design he had been originally out for as soon as possible - ah, the cafe would be suitable enough. .. Let's get going, shall we?