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Post by erin on Oct 9, 2011 9:45:03 GMT -5
Ethan laughed, taking another bite of his food. He’d made it through three slices by now and could feel himself filling up. He had a good-sized appetite, but nothing like the bigger guys his age. Scrawny wasn’t exactly a word to describe Ethan, but neither was muscular. He saw himself somewhere in the middle. He washed the bite down with a swig of soda. “Well it’d be safe to say that no one has ever done that for me at a show, [/color]” Ethan said with a grin. “ I’ll let you know when my next performance is coming up. I’m trying to get something going for the start of school. But I don’t like to overbook myself seeing as it’s ah—very easy for my schoolwork to be neglected.[/color]” Ethan was always very open about his flaws; he appreciated them. Flaws are what make someone unique and he prided himself on his quirky qualities. “ It’s a great time, really. Maybe we could catch a show next summer. I’ve got a few connections over there,[/color]” he explained, smiling. He knew a few bands that typically played there and found himself in-the-know when it came to who was playing when. “ That sounds like quite the night,[/color]” Ethan joked sarcastically. “ Well, at least they’ve got a friend looking out for them. Can’t say I’d do the same; I can’t handle vomit. Yuck,[/color]” he added. Whenever his friends got sick like that he tended to keep his distance. If a party got out of hand he preferred to bail; he’d get sick even if he wasn’t drinking. To Nell’s response, Ethan smiled and nodded. “ Right! If it were socially acceptable to go around singing everything I said, I’d do it in a heartbeat.[/color]” Not that he didn’t already break out in song occasionally. Ethan’s soft spot for musical theater was one not easily repressed. He took another bite of pizza.“ Hmm, I’m not exactly sure. I think just the uncertainty of it all. You never know what’ll happen, good or bad.[/color]” Ethan was a firm believer of “everything happens for a reason,” but sometimes that reason wasn’t always clear. He nodded at Nell’s comment. “ It certainly isn’t. But ideally I think I’d like to go; escape the real world for another four years.[/color]” As much as Ethan thirsted for the freedom of adulthood independence, he feared leaving the security the Academy provided him with. He liked the sense of shelter and dependence it allowed him. Not to mention the opportunity of meeting friends and feeling like he belonged. Home. Yes, Ethan agreed completely with that. “ It really is like home. I can’t even picture myself leaving it. Have you got any career plans in mind?[/color]” He wondered if this was too intrusive; people were always asking personal questions like that. [/size][/blockquote][/justify]
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Oct 9, 2011 15:00:16 GMT -5
&&the sea is just a wetter version of[/color] - - - - - - - the sky [/center] Nell acted as if she were totally shocked at Ethan. Her food didn’t sit abandoned for long, of course, but when she was talking to her friend she was able to tear herself away from it for a few moments. ”Oh man, then I’m bringing you flowers. Or better yet, a trophy.” Yes, she was joking, but she also knew there were stores around that did sell trophies and that you could engrave things on the base. Before, what she was staying would have remained a joke, but she had her father’s money to spend, and she would spend it on whatever she damn well pleased. Nell’s smiled brightened. ”I’d really love to see you perform. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you on stage before.” She was very interested in her friends and their own interests, and she knew that acting and singing made Ethan happy. Nell wanted to see that. She also wanted to disconnect the stage from her own family, full of musicians like her aunt. The woman was a performer, and clearly a very good actress—she could lie to an entire country, and even the people who hated her backed her up. All for the sake of bringing Nell down. ”Sounds awesome. I’ve got a few connections myself.” She spoke in a posh voice as if very proud of this fact. Those connections—especially in the music industry—were the Sinclairs. And she’d really rather rely on Ethan’s. Still, this was just her mask, pretending as if this would be able to happen. As if she could go to Summerstage and watch a show.
She laughed when he spoke of vomit. ”I should start wearing surgical masks and rubber gloves to parties it seems.” She did have rubber gloves from her strange idea during the war. She thought that they might be able to prevent the Thunder students from attacking her. They only prevented damage to her arms, however, and she remembered the day that she scrapped the idea as the day she’d met Freya. ”I have a theory,” Nell starting, speaking gravely and leaning in close as she gestured with her hands. ”That if you get up on a table and start singing a well-known song, others around you will join in. And then it would be like a flash mob.” She say back and nodded, the expression like a silent version of: “what do you think about that?” One never knew, after all. Until they tried of course. Nell was almost tempted to do it at a bar since people could be drunk enough to join in no matter what. Of course, she couldn’t do it at Blackjack. She’d be fired and that was something she certainly did not want.
For some reason, his words twisted her gut. You never know what’ll happen, good or bad. Nell would rather just stop talking about the future all together, so she didn’t reply to that, only kept up her very friendly smile. Always smiling, she was, and most of the time it was real. Right now, it was for Ethan’s benefit so she could cover up the panic in her stomach. And she was okay talking about his future and all his oppurtunities. Ethan was talented, he was a funny guy, and he had a lot going for him. It’s why she had so much faith in everyone—she saw the good in them, their talents. And their faults didn’t really matter. ”Can’t blame you. The real world is scary.” She’d been cruelly thrust into it, after all. Or did she push herself into it by hopping the border and getting an apartment and a job and for the first time in her life living without her mother’s overbearing presence? In any case, she was still a new soul, naïve and trying to figure out what to do. And she only had so much time left. Her future was a ticking timebomb. Even though she internally bristled with the question, she had an easy smile on her face. ”There is just so much I’d like to do. Help people, mostly, so something in human services. Or, since I really want to grow a garden, I thought I could be like a witch doctor. Growing my own herbs and everything.” She remembered telling Josh this a long time ago, back before they were even friends. Time had changed.
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Post by erin on Oct 12, 2011 14:28:47 GMT -5
“A trophy! Well then, I’m inviting you to all my shows! [/color]” Ethan joked, smiling. Even though he knew Nell was kidding about this, he greatly appreciated the enthusiasm. Growing up, he had little to no support when it came to where his talents lie. His father convinced himself that his son was merely going through a phase and would soon be the star athlete like his older brother. Once he began to see the fantasy in this, he didn’t take kindly to Ethan’s pursuit in the arts. “ Well, I happen to know the guy, and I think he could swing a few tickets for you for free,[/color]” he said, covering the side of his mouth, pretending to be telling a secret. He flashed another smile at this. Rarely could Ethan be found not smiling. He found it harder to stay in a bad mood than in a good mood. “ Oh, well excuse me, then,[/color]” he mocked with a joking tone. Thinking about the summer and going to shows had him feeling anxious to go. Anything music related ignited a flame inside of him. Ethan cringed and nodded at Nell’s suggestion. “ If I were you, I wouldn’t rule it out.[/color]” Ethan found that he typically had a weak stomach. He couldn’t handle blood or any sort of injury, at least not on someone else. His pain tolerance was surprisingly high compared to what one might expect from him but he immediately flees if something gross happens around him. Thinking about the subject, he found that he suddenly felt full. “ Hmm…,[/color]” Ethan said, pretending to take this idea into strong consideration. “ That seems like a strong theory to me! One day we must test it out. You could be on to something revolutionary![/color]” He laughed, imagining this situation. He could see himself doing it; at least he would if someone had dared him too. He usually found himself thinking why not when it came to situations like that. He nodded at Nell’s words about the real world. That was one thing he was completely clueless on. He knew friends who had faced tragedy in their lives and had to grow up quickly. That was one area where he counted himself lucky; he faced little adult issues growing up. Sure, he was teased and picked on as a kid. And maybe his dad still didn’t accept him. But he never had to endure something traumatic. “ Well those are certainly respectable paths. I think you’d do great helping people,[/color]” he told her honestly with a smile. Career-wise, Ethan was clueless. He dad always chastised him that his goals weren’t realistic. He wanted him to get a sound, paycheck-a-week job. But to him, that sounded too mundane. Whatever he did with his life, Ethan wanted to have fun. He wanted experiences. [/size][/blockquote][/justify]
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