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Ali Marchwood

"You have to live life for here and now. If you don't life isn't worth living."

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a character in “Turning Pages”, as played by KrazyTigger

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Ali Marchwood

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"You have to live life for here and now. If you don't life isn't worth living."





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Name: Ali Marchwood
Nickname: Piglet, due to her habit of snorting like a pig when she laughs
"It is what it is...I don't mind it."
Age: 22
Origin Story: The Three Little Pigs
Character: Little Pig Three
Sexuality: Hetreosexual
"Not that anyone is interested in me..."
Likes:
- Chocolate
- Romantic films
- Science
- Maths
- Solving equations
- Practicality
- Reading (ANY) books
- Quantum Physics
- Fun
"Almost anyone could bribe me with a bar of chocolate...or a good Maths equation."
Dislikes:
- Being unable to solve a problem
- Arrogance
- Cruelty
- Cabbage
- People who talk to much and don't listen.
- Witch Hunters
-Discrimination
"If you want to stay on my good side, then just listen."




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Fears:
- Claustrophobia, fear of enclosed spaces
- Coulrophobia, fear of clowns
- And finally, a fear of being unable to solve a problem.
The thought of any of them sends shivers down my spine. I can't bear to think about it."
Hobbies:
- Science
- Reading
- Maths
"All pretty lame, I guess you'd say."

Powers: Extreme intelligence, bordering on genius. Ali is an exceptionally talented young woman when it comes to logical thinking and solving problems. Any experiment or equation and she's there, giving it her all. Her brain works a lot faster than the average human being and she's able to see the bigger picture and think outside the box. Her imagination is like no other and if she believes something to be possible then it probably is. She loves being intelligent and uses it to her advantage. However, she does suffer with severe headaches if she overworks herself and pushes it too far.

Strengths:
- Physical fitness:Ali isn't just a hard-working brain that sits behind a computer all day. She likes to keep her fitness up to date as well, keeping on top of keeping herself healthy. Her body is in peak condition and she intends to keep it that way.
-Cooking: Ali loves to cook and she's starting to think she might be pretty good. The others don't seem to complain about it, so she takes that as a compliment.
- Organised: She has to have everything organised and in its right place. In some ways this is a good thing as she never loses anything and always knows where bits are.
Flaws:
- Creativity: Whilst Ali can be creative in her experiments she lacks any kind of creativity otherwise, such as painting or writing. Her mind is still a very logical one.
- Organised: Both and strength and a weakness. Sometimes she can be too organised, bordering on OCD form. It's just a quirk of hers, but the others can sometimes get annoyed.
"Everyone has flaws. It is a strength to be able to admit to them."




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Personality:
Ali is an intelligent human being. She knows her way around any equation and can think more logically than most people can. Despite knowing that she is a genius, this young woman is not overly confident about her abilities and on the whole is exceptionally shy. Even though it is obvious she has a talent, she doesn't like to brag or make a big deal about it, instead she comes off as quite quiet and humble, keeping her head down. This is both a strength in her personality, as it keeps her out of trouble, but also a weakness as it makes her seem timid and mouse-like. Ali thinks that intelligent people are just seen for their talent and even though she'd fairly beautiful she doesn't think people see her face, only her brain. Also, she has a total lack of common sense and whilst she exceeds in Maths and Science, sometimes basic things send her mind into a total whirlwind.

Due to her quiet nature, Ali is very observant and takes in things that most would simply ignore or pass over. She likes to people-watch and gets most of her information from sitting and listening. This trait makes her a very good listener for her friends as she's very caring and sensitive to other people's problems. She wants to help and if she can do so then she will. Ali is a good person and likes to be friendly to other people as well. She likes to make friends. However, due to her sensitive nature, Ali is somewhat naive and vulnerable. She is easy to trick and gets hurt because she believes in the good in people and is willing to give almost anyone and everyone a chance.

When Ali feels familar enough with a person, she tends to relax a bit more and show her humorous side. She likes to have fun and a joke with people, but her kindly nature means that she can sometimes take jokes to heart. If this happens she becomes upset easily, though she is usually quick to forgive.

Ali may seem quite controlling and "over the top" when it comes to organisation. She is borderline OCD and struggles with mess (not the dirty kind, when things aren't in order). If she can't control the organisation of one thing or another then she becomes very stressed and agitated quickly. When it comes to sorting things out then she likes to be dominant. During planning is the only time she'll actually take leadership, but she'll keep everyone on a tight deadline and becomes very determined until everything is sorted how she likes it. This could take many, many attempts and she won't consider it perfect until its right in her eyes.



History:
Ali Marchwood was not born a pig. As you can see she is very much a human being and was born to two very normal parents within the town, her mother a lawyer and her father a doctor. That should have been enough to suggest that their child would be bright. But no-one was quite ready for just how bright the Marchwood's little girl would be.

At seven months, Ali had figured out how to pull herself up using her own weight and had determined how to counteract her balance in order to stay upright. Some babies simply peak early I hear you say? Just five weeks later Ali said her very first clear word, which was "Father." Again, an anomaly and simply a clever child with a lot of aid from the parents. Wrong. By her first birthday Ali had learnt over 150 words and could pronounce them all perfectly, as well as beginning to form sentences. At this stage, Ali's parents began to realise the extent to which their child's intelligence reached.

But, of course she could still burn out. Again, this is wrong. Ali continued to grow in mental ability and her parents paid for extra tuition within their home. Lecturers, tutors and teachers came to aid the little girl in her learning, teaching her Latin, Science and Maths as they did. She excelled most highly in Maths and despite only being seven years old she could figure out equations from a University level.

When the family home ran out of books and space for the home tutoring, Ali progressed to school. Her parents tried to insist that she went to an elite school for the brightest pupils in the country. Ali was content with the local school and began her attendance. The teachers struggled to keep pace with her and were constantly searching for work that was more difficult. One of the teachers labelled her one of the "pigs", a term used for the more intelligent members of the school. It stuck as a nickname, especially because of her snort-like laugh.

And still she grew, amercing herself in books and equations and Science. In this time she met the other two "pigs" and as she began to find life increasing suffering at home, she decided to make the ultimate choice and move out of home. She moved into a flat with the other two and they began their work. Some of the stuff they now complete is top secret, but a lot of it is for their own experiments and experience.
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So begins...

Ali Marchwood's Story

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Time: 7.30am, Saturday
Weather: Fine, light breeze
High of 23ºC (73ºF)


Folksdale Morning Radio:
'Good morning Folksdale, I'm your morning host Jiminy and what an excellent morning it is. Beautiful blue sky, stunning outlook onto our fairytale town and the promise of a magical day to come. There's little to announce from the night, but today promises to be a stunner. Gepetto is having a sale on wooden figurines and Belle's Bookstore will be hosting a book signing with the award winning author of 'Lamps: 101 uses'. I've also been told to remind all our listeners to watch out for the bridge just past Spinners' Lane, it appears a troll has taken up residence beneath...'



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Sunlight filtered through the white curtains, a gap in the hangings letting a single ray of golden sunlight spill into the room. It landed across Jane's eyes and acted as well as any buzzing alarm to tell the girl that it was time to rise. With a single groan of protest Jane pushed the blankets off her and sat up straight. She stretched, her arms out behind her back and then above her head. A moment later, sleep finally receding, she set her legs onto the carpeted floor and stood. A snap of her fingers flicked the light switch across the room up and the bulb turned on, illuminating the chaos of Jane's room. Clothes covered the majority of her floor, clean and dirty mixed indiscriminately. On her desk a spell book sat open surrounded by scribbled notes. Jane had been looking through the tome late last night, hoping to find any useful spells to help replace Mary Poppins' protective spells on the town.

A scratching at Jane's door alerted her to the presence of a persistent visitor. Another snap of her fingers saw the knob turn and the door opened. The visitor, the black and grey family cat, was old, tubby and probably thought that he ruled the house.
"Morning Thomas" Jane murmured as the cat wondered in. Thomas didn't deign to respond, instead he pranced over to Jane's bed, jumped up and immediately began to make himself comfortable. "Lucky for some" Jane muttered to the cat as she pulled off her pyjamas and swapped them for her running gear. Luckily the shirt, shorts and sneakers were all in a neat pile on her drawers and not amongst the mountain of clothing on her floor. Dressed, Jane left her room and wondered downstairs, dropping into the kitchen for a bottle of water and a light morning snack. Not seeing any of her family up yet Jane let herself out of the house quietly, grabbed her bike and pushed it out to the street.

The ride to Eddie's place was relatively short. Traffic was light early morning and the weather was fine. No doubt the day would prove a stunning one, even know Jane could see little sign of the weather turning fowl. The morning was bright, crisp and perfect for running, which was coincidentally what Jane was about to do. With a final pedal on her bike she cruised down the street before skidding to a stop outside Eddie's house and jumping onto the pavement. She pulled her bike up to the front of the house and let it rest beside the front door. Jane glanced at the watch on her wrist, 7.20 am exactly. Right on time. She hopped up to the front door and gave the frame a short, sharp rap. A squawk, that of an angry bird, answered followed by the sound of feet. Jane took a step back as the door opened and Eddie greeted Jane, a disgruntled parrot seated on his arm.




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Eddie had been up for a few hours. His current roomate, a emerald green parrot named Murray, was a demanding fellow and required frequent assurances that everything was alright. Eddie, used to such sleepless nights, was more concerned that Murray's persistent squawks would wake the two humans that Eddie shared the house with. Eddie frequently brought sick animals home from the vets, ones that needed overnight observation. Most of them weren't quite as loud as Murray. Because of that Eddie was up and dressed before the sun rose, making breakfast for his human house mates as a way of saying sorry in case the parrot had pestered them overnight.

Bacon fried in the pan, eggs were being scrambled and Eddie had just finished buttering the toast. If the smell didn't rouse his flatmates he was sure that the sun beginning to stream through the house would. Nevertheless he had a plan B in case they couldn't pull themselves out of bed before the food went cold. Eddie placed the food on a plate and tucked it into the oven. Hopefully it would stay warm in there until they saw it, and if it was still there when Eddie came back from his run then he would just have to eat it himself. Eddie glanced at the kitchen clock, realised he had little time left and quickly scribbled a note for Sam explaining that he had left her breakfast. He even drew her a sad excuse for a dog beneath the note, knowing that she loved the animals.

A moment later, Murray hanging off one arm, Eddie answered the door to find his long time friend and running buddy waiting.
"Two secs." Eddie said before quickly dodging back into his room and gently placing Murray back in his cage. He arrived back at the front door to find Jane still in the same place,
"Something smells good." She commented as Eddie closed the front door behind him.
"Bacon and eggs." Eddie explained as the two began a gentle jog down the street, "With any luck they'll be some for us when we're done." He added.
"Definitely better than porridge." Jane giggled. Jane had always found it strange that Eddie's favourite food was porridge and she enjoyed teasing him about it. Eddie decided against replying, instead he simply pocked his tongue out and directed the pair down their usual track that would eventually lead them into and through the forest.

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Sunlight streamed through various windows into the neat expanse of a flat in Upper Folksdale. Outside the birds whistled a familiar tune, but it was the tuneless noise coming from inside the flat that drew the most attention from people wandering below on the street. Many stopped and stared up, frowning, as what sounded like lyrics echoed down to their ears. Steam billowed from the open window, fogging the glass as it went. An older woman tutted as she shuffled by, shaking her head before continuing on her way. There were some weird folk in Folksdale, best not to disturb them. Residents had learnt this lesson a long time ago.

Inside the flat, Ali Marchwood sung merrily from inside the shower. It was a song she sung often and it was ingrained into her mind. As she washed that morning's exercise grime from her body, she turned her singing into a low hum, a much more gentle and musical sound than the singing. Switching off the shower, she emerged, snatching up a fresh towel (which had been folded into a meticulous square and was sitting directly in the centre of the square cabinet) and wrapping it around her slender body. Still humming, she gathered up her things and headed into the living room of the flat. Ali cared little about her housemates seeing her in nothing more than a towel, they'd probably seen worse. However, none of them were to be seen as she slipped into her bedroom, turned her radio on and whacked up the volume.

Fifteen minutes later, she emerged in a casual outfit of fitted dark jeans, calf-length leather boots, a tank top and a leather jacket to match. Her curl, ginger hair was tousled and fell in waves down her back. Skipping across the length of the flat, to the kitchen, she picked up her keys and bag which had been left strewn from the night before. Taking a long, hard look at the fridge, she decided that grabbing a bite on her way out was probably the best thing.

"I'm going out!" She called to no-one in particular, still unsure if her flatemates were lurking anywhere nearby. Heaving up a heavy, leather-bound book from the counter, she stowed it under her arm and set off. Her boots clunked loudly on the stairs as she descended, opening the book as she went. It was an old book, one about runes and how they linked to Mathematical problems. It was fascinating. Burying her nose deep into it, she wandered in a very familiar direction, towards the diner. Her feet lead her in the right direction, without her even needing to look up.

Once at her destination, she pushed her way through the door and up to the counter, nose still firmly between the pages. "Black coffee please." She glanced up long enough to flash the waiter a bright smile, before she was immersed once more.

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Michael Banks


Michael Banks was on the other side of town. And unlike Ali, he did not have a spring in his step that morning. Instead, he was stalking towards his destination, head down, dark eyes narrowed on the floor. His shoulders were hunched forward, as though he were fighting off the cold, though the temperature was not at all low. Skirting around a group of gabbling teenagers, he took a second to gather his bearings before turning and heading down another street.

In his mind, his destination was clear. The forest loomed before him, gloomy, but nonetheless inviting. Michael made straight for it, the dark tree-line growing in size as he approached. At least he lifted his head and scented the air, almost like an animal looking for its home. Taking a deep breath of the crisp air, he waited not a second longer and plunged into its depths. Finally his shoulders relaxed a little and his rigid composure dropped almost instantly. In Folksdale this was the only place he felt truly safe. Mary Poppins had taught him to respect nature and this was nature in its greatest form.

As he slowed his walk, he began to stripped himself of the heavy demin jacket he was wearing. Underneath was a plain black t-shirt, which he also removed, tucking it beneath his left arm. His muscled, well-defined body rippled as he walked towards a shimmering ribbon of blue. The river.

Without hesitation, he dropped his jeans, revealing a pair of swimming shorts underneath. All of his clothes were dropped hastily in a pile at the water's edge as he drew to a halt. Dipping just the tips of his toes in the water, he closed his eyes and savoured the moment. The feel of the breeze on his body, the gentle caressing touch of the water on his toes, the squidgy mud beneath his feet. And then he plunged into the water, sinking his whole body into the welcoming waves.

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Organizing a bookstore was like life--a delicate balance between beauty and functionality. On the one hand, scattered books and slightly askew shelves gave the place a sort of welcoming, lived-in look. On the other hand, an organized, spotless store was the most effective for finding exactly what a customer was looking for and appealed to those used to a bigger city way of life. Wendy preferred something in between the two, and the store owner had never objected. She organized everything, making sure to front and display especially the newer and more popular materials, but left little notes of discord everywhere. For example, the corner with a couch and several chairs, with small end tables ornamented by lamps with illustrations from children's tales, looked bare if too neat. A small but selective pile of books on each end table, made it look more welcoming, along with the pillows she plumped up for the couch.

The floor was scrupulously clean, the windows sparkling (thank goodness they had a service for that, Wendy thought, as it would drive her spare to keep the glass perfect on her own), the register perfectly balanced and ready for the day. The only thing left was to put up a few more signs for the event and arrange the table and chairs for the author's signing, which she did quickly and efficiently. This particular author had no special requests that she'd been notified of, but that could mean that either the publicist was taking care of that or that she would be surprised last minute. With an unwrinkled brow, Wendy glanced over a small black notebook that she kept behind the counter. In it was listed every service in town with a specific eye to the often eccentric needs of authors, and especially those services that delivered very quickly. It was always best to be prepared.

Wendy looked over the shop with pride. Everything in the store was exactly the way she wanted it. The only fly in the ointment was that there were going to be customers in and out all morning, disturbing her good work before the signing, but thankfully the event was in the afternoon rather than the evening. Taking a deep breath in and out, Wendy turned on the automatic tea kettle she kept hidden behind the counter and made herself a nice cup of tea. She took a delicate sip out of a delicate teacup, enjoying the flavor and the silence, as well as the organized space in front of her, before she went to turn the bookstore sign to "Open." And since it might very well be a quiet morning, she pulled out her notebook from a cupboard and continued a story she had been working on.

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When Peter catches sight of her, and soon after soars to her window, Sam smiles, guessing what the young man is currently on the hunt for- he doesn't exactly have plenty of food stored up in that tree house in the forest, after all. And, of course, he wastes no time getting to business about it either, a hopeful grin as he unsubtly eyes the tasty breakfast, courtesy of chef Eddie, on the table. "Eddie makes a wicked plate of eggs. I really just called you over to say hello, though," she responds sarcastically, a deadpan expression settling on her face for just a few moments before the smile cracks once more. Peter reminds her a bit of her elder brother, actually, though only in personality- it would be a difficult task for anyone to view Peter as an elder sibling, though a younger one is quite a bit more likely. He hardly exudes the air of maturity or authority that is associated with elder sibling figures, even if those very traits aren't actually particularly common in real older brothers and sisters.

Contradicting her words, but not her obvious sarcasm, Sam turns around and scoops some of the food onto a plate for Peter- a paper plate, to be exact, in case he suddenly whizzes off with it. She wouldn't want to be partially responsible for the loss of a perfectly good ceramic dish, after all. Especially when she'd then feel obligated to pay for it, and is often running a bit short on budget, since her major focus of late has been studying for her degree. "You can eat in here, if you promise not to break anything," she allows with a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, setting the plate down with a fork and a glass, in case he wants a drink to wash down the eggs and bacon. Hearing the growl of his stomach, her eyebrows shoot up behind dark brown bangs, hidden by this motion, though only briefly.

It would be hypocritical for her to tease this, though, because she is known for having a stomach that rivals a bear's, and that can growl loud enough to frighten one away. Thus, the girl simply leans against the counter and begins to consider what she might do today. It's rather nice out, which makes her feel slightly guilty for having intended to stay in and marathon Sherlock all day. The weather is prime for going outdoors, after all, sunny but not as wretchedly hot as it can be some days. Maybe going hiking, or trying to get together a game of basketball? she muses to herself, before running her hands through her hair and turning her attention back to Peter.

"So, what are you up to today?" she asks him, though she doubts he has a real plan- and if he does, it is most likely reckless and over-the-top, as everything seems to be with the perpetually-childish boy.

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After a few more moments of looking over the menu, Gabriel glances up to find a waitress standing at his table, little notepad and pen in hand. He smiles at her easily, looking as charming at ever as he subtly looks her over, assessing her to be delightfully cute. Of course, he's not really particularly discriminatory as far as these things go, but the more attractive the person is, the better all the same. "May I take your order?" she asks him casually, but based upon her expression she recognizes him- his is a well known face in Folksdale, after all- wealthy parents and a tendency to flirt with anything with a pulse does tend to spread a person's name around quite a bit, after all. Gabriel lays down his menu in front of him and appears to be thinking for a moment.

"Well, what do you recommend? You look like you have good taste," he proposes with a smile, raising one eyebrow in a manner that seems to embody the term quizzical. The waitress quickly tries to think of something that tastes particularly good, hardly wanting to recommend something that tastes like it has been dragged through a sewer to the not unattractive young man before her. She's new at this job, though, and hasn't really eaten at this place much- there was a Help Wanted sign at the door, and she responded, that being the entire story of how she's come to be employed at this fine establishment. After a little while, she blushes and admits that she doesn't really know what the best thing they serve is- a suitable answer for Gabriel, who already knows what he wants anyway.

"Well, I'll have the french toast, then, and a cup of jasmine tea, if you will," he says with another smile, which the girl glances at over the notepad that she is scribbling his order on. With a nod, and a look of slight nervousness, she turns and is off to place the order and deal with the other customers. Of course, he doesn't miss that look she throws over her shoulder on her trip away from him.

And watching her had allowed him to glimpse a familiar shade of hair in the booth just behind him, along with a book. He twists to look over the seat, draping his arm over the top of it to look at one Miss Ali Marchwood, whose nose is three inches deep in a book at the moment, as it always seems to be. "You know, eventually Belle's going to get angry that she doesn't have a monopoly on the beautiful girl with her nose in a book role," he comments jovially. He may not like the waking up part of early mornings all that much, but Gabriel adjusts quickly, and typically finds that he is glad to have woken up when he did- it leaves more of the day available, after all.

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Ali had taken a booth, without even looking up from the leather-bound book. Clutching her coffee in one hand, she ran her fingers over the rough pages absent-mindedly as she poured over the runes and equations. Her curtain of auburn hair hid her face from view, as her eyes roamed greedily over the words. It was a fascinating read, to Ali, though she doubted anyone else would be particularly interested in it. Even still, it didn't matter what other people thought of it. It was going to help with her project, regardless of anyone else. And now, she was so immersed in it, she doubted anything could disturb her. That was until someone close by spoke. When Gabriel's voice reached her ears, she jerked her head up suddenly. She almost dropped the coffee cup, but held tight to the handle, before setting it down with a bang. Blushing slightly, she bowed her head again, noted the page number in her book and closed it quickly. Looking up through her eyelashes, she cleared her throat and gave him a half-smile.

"Good morning Gabriel." She said, fairly brightly, brushing strands back from her forehead and looking him in the eye as she turned in her seat to face him. "How are you today?" As the words left her lips, the door dinged again and Ali's eyes flickered towards it. Immediately her whole body tensed, her right hand clenching into a painful fist, until the knuckles shone white against the skin. Daniel Wolfe had just walked in. Without thinking about it, she drew her eyes away and glared at the floor. Ali knew it wasn't fair to judge Daniel, the way that she did, but she couldn't help the resentment that rose in her throat. Daniel's brother had been the bane of her life since school. He had mercilessly bullied her for years, causing many tears and horrible days. Ali hated the sight of Wolfe and his brother's reputation was just as bad. She didn't trust Daniel because of his brother. Perhaps that wasn't fair, but the way she'd been treated wasn't fair either.

Coughing, she looked back to Gabriel and forced a smile. "Sorry...what was it we were talking about?"

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At the tinkling bell sound that indicates the entrance of another customer to the fine, if small, establishment, Gabriel glances over towards the door and makes brief, but hostile all the same, eye contact with his least favorite town pariah- Daniel Wolfe. He had once wondered whether the family had adopted that last name in response to their werewolf status, or if this was simply some happy coincidence. Of course, now any thoughts he has about Daniel Wolfe are rather negative ones; the werewolf never seems to have a problem with reminding him that he dines on the occasional frog, and that the loathing is mutual, after all. His eyes flicker to the plastic bag in Daniel's hand, and he briefly wonders what is in it- most likely his latest prey, or something. Noticing the tensing of Ali beside him, Gabriel recalls that she and her friends have a particular grudge against the Wolfe brothers. This shared hostility towards Daniel gives him a bit of a connection to her, though they are hardly strangers to begin with. Still, he views general attractiveness to be one of the only things they have in common- a pretty decent thing to have in common, as far as he's concerned.

Thus, he turns his attention fully back to the bookish girl, looking away from Daniel and, in doing this, perhaps providing a distraction for Ali from the Wolfe brother. "Oh, I'm grand, thank you. We were discussing you moving over into my booth, I believe?" he says, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he none-too-subtly suggests this idea. After all, twisting around to talk to her is a pain, especially when there is a perfectly good seat right across from him at his own booth.

"And you, by the way? How are you today?" he adds retrospectively, looking up as the waitress returns and sets down his drink before delivering a promise that his food will be arriving shortly as well. He thanks her and smiles before taking a drink from his tea- something the young man instantly regrets, as it is likely fresh from the pot, and burns his mouth. He moves it away from him in a sudden motion that is some strange compromise between fluid and jerky, before placing the cup down and resisting the urge to stick his tongue out so that the air-conditioning of the building might somehow help in cooling it off.


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Peter's way of eating is rather. . .unorthodox, but Sam has adjusted to it by now, and merely raises an eyebrow as he ravages the plate- as though she hadn't done a similar thing only moments ago. Of course, she had done so properly using her utensils and such, but the fact remains that she had wolfed it down as though it was the food after a week of fasting. The girl has quite a stomach on her, and Peter is clearly quite similar when it comes to having a massive appetite. He does appear to always be moving, after all, and that likely requires a good amount of food to fuel, she supposes. At least he swallows before speaking up to answer her previous question about his plans for the day. His answer meets her expectations exactly, and eyebrows seem to shoot even further up at his considering filling a police car with donuts.

"Sounds like an expensive waste of food," she comments skeptically, not even bothering to fully outline why the plan won't work. She often seems to be the one who ends up putting the cap on Peter's bizarre and occasionally fantastical schemes- but that is simply in her nature, being a rather grounded individual, even if she doesn't always seem precisely that.

"Not that I have any plans for today- I was thinking of going hiking, or maybe swimming," she says, folding her arms over her chest as she speaks, her words being just as much for her sake as they are for Peter's, as she is still trying to properly work out her plans for the day. Both options are rather tempting for the young woman, and the weather is rather nice outside for anything involving the outdoors.

Sam grabs the plate that he had set down and quickly cleans it before putting it back into the cupboard. She doesn't like just leaving dishes in the sink when they can easily be cleaned upon no longer being used. Her brother and father had always left dishes around, and it had come to be one of her pet peeves, rather than something to which she adapted.