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Post by Archibald Edwin Slight on Mar 27, 2012 21:59:48 GMT -5
 He hadn't gone to the river yet.
Arch squinted his eyes against the noon sun, directly overhead but not giving off quite the warmth he wanted. The wind picked up and rustled the leaves of the tree Arch clung to, and for a moment there he was worried he would lose his footing and tumble painfully to the ground. He was awfully high up--and he didn't need another injury in the span of a couple days. Trying to body slam a rock, as it turns out, was not in his rib cage's best interest. Arch regained his balance and thought to check his bruise; he gingerly lifted his shirt to examine the nasty blue/purple skin that colored his left side and elbow. He frowned, but it looked worse than it really was. Such was the price of befriending dolphin-hugging redheads, he guessed.
Dropping his shirt and again turning his gaze to the town of Memory at large, Arch spied a silver ribbon glinting in the distance, cutting through a wide stretch of plains before disappearing into the forest far beyond. He had no doubt he'd explore that forest eventually, but maybe at a later time when he had his head wrapped around this place, and all that Sophie had showed him. Blackwood promised all sorts of shenanigans, but until then, Arch would settle for that which residents called Willow River.
Scrambling down from the tree was more difficult than climbing it--Arch had to be more careful about gripping the branches to make sure he didn't twist in a way that hurt his aching side. His feet touched the ground soon enough, though, and once they did he was gone. He beat a fast pace to the river, dodging farmers and gardeners in the Outer Fields until he reached the town. From there, it was weaving in and out of buildings, past the hall and Hearth Tavern, and Arch was out the other side with his eyes fixed on the Willow. He slowed his pace then (christ Memory was pretty huge) to catch his breath, but before long he could hear the wild running of the burbling river.
Well this was pretty unexciting.
Arch lifted his brows, unimpressed. He wasn't really sure what he was expecting--maybe it was just this part of the river that was tame? Looking up and down the straights revealed much the same thing, and he got the feeling that had he been in another state of mind, he would have found the Willow thrilling and full of adventures. As it was, however, Arch's imagination wanted a little spark... |
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Post by Patrick Alex Peterson on Mar 31, 2012 21:53:02 GMT -5
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CAN WE PRETEND THAT AIRPLANES IN THE
NIGHT SKY ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS CAUSE I COULD REALLY USE A WISH RIGHT NOW
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Patrick was almost always by the river. For some reason, he continued to tell himself that eventually.. something fun would happen there. Some thing had to at one point in time, right? He usually came here when he was bored, and he would simply sit sometimes, unable to find something fun and adventurous to do. He sighed. "Can't something exciting ever happen? Something fun?" he wondered. He simply shook his head, nothing fun and exciting would happen until his story coudl be played out. Peter Pan's story was a tale that he was always quite familiar with in his childhood. He sighed, thinking through the story, the characters, thinking about what people needed to come to Memory. "Tinkerbell, Hook, Smee, Wendy, John and Michael." he stopped for a moment, already it seemed like a lot to him. He continued, " The lost boys, the pirate crew, Tigerlily and the indians..." he shook his head. From what he knew, one other person from the story was there. He didn't know who, and he never could seem to find them and figure it out. It wasn't like he was busy, aside from the fact of teaching some younger kids, he did nothing in reality. He mostly walked around, trying to place someone who looked like they could be a host for Tinkerbell, or Wendy, or one of the Lost Boys. Sure, he talked to people, but when he did, they didn't usually talk for very long. Patrick was, of course, still fairly new to Memory. He turned to the sound of someone coming towards him. He got up immediately. "Erm..." he trailed off, raising an eyebrow at the boy who had just run to the river. He looked at his expression and gave a small laugh. "Not what you expect, huh?" he asked. He looked at him, crossing his own arms. He shook his head. "You expect something amazing?" He asked, his famous smile upon his lips. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS: Finished
TAGGED: Rin
WORDS:Too Lazy...
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: Sorry to keep you waiting for so long! :/ I've been extremely busy lately.
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA at Caution 2.0
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Post by Archibald Edwin Slight on Apr 2, 2012 16:59:04 GMT -5
Arch frowned and kicked a rock into the rushing water, listening as it landed with a disappointing plunk. Even the sound was unexciting: the dull sort of gurgle of the water through the reeds, the flat splashing of droplets against a rock. It all sounded very wide and flat, when Arch was... "Expecting something amazing?"
Arch looked up at the sound of the voice, and turned his head to see a boy about his age smiling hugely at him. Arch couldn't help but smile back, and something inside him (he assumed it was whatever Spirit was bouncing around in his head) made him laugh a happy, rapid-fire laugh that wasn't his own. Had he known better, Arch could have pinned the laugh specific to Slightly, but honestly he'd only seen Peter Pan a few times in his life. Arch was never very good at sitting still.
Arch swallowed back the high-pitched laugh and shrugged, a little embarrassed at the occurrence. "I think maybe," Arch agreed when asked. He was expecting something amazing, though he wasn't sure why. It was just a river--nothing spectacular or in any way out of the ordinary. But this town was so out of the ordinary that it was disappointing when Arch found normal things. This river could at least have a mermaid, or something. The Atlantic did, anyway.
"I'm Arch," he offered soon after, beaming again at the other boy. He took a moment to look him over--nothing felt particularly off about him but that smile was achingly familiar. Where had he seen it before? Arch was certain he had never met this guy but here he was anyway, looking for all the world like some childhood friend of Arch's. And it wasn't that the boy reminded him of a specific childhood friend--it was more like this guy was the very embodiment of his childhood, the essence of every kid-type adventure he had or game he ever played.
All this from a smile.
"Do I...know you?" He asked, furrowing a brow and gesturing vaguely at the other boy. He didn't see how he could have known him though (not in the realistic sense, anyway), due to the boy's obvious English accent. Arch didn't know anyone with an accent like that, but that smile was driving him nuts. |
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Post by Patrick Alex Peterson on Apr 15, 2012 21:09:33 GMT -5
Patrick waited for an answer, and then, out of nowhere there was a high pitched laugh. It reminded him of someone or something. He couldn't place it. It seemed as if just by the laugh he would know this guy. That was, of course, impossible considering the accent and he swore to himself that he had never seen someone that looked like the boy in his life.
When the boy finally answered, he smiled again, raising an eyebrow towards him. "I don't think anything exciting ever happens here." he answered, sighing. "In memory in general." he clarified. He liked adventure, it was fun. He needed adventure. It was like a way of life for him, have adventures, fun, to act like a child; that's what his life was. He looked at the water.
He turned his attention back to the boy when he began to speak. "Arch?" he nodded, giving him a smile, "I'm Patrick." he replied. They stood in silence for a while, each one thinking for a moment. What Patrick was thinking about? Well, that would involve mostly how he could find the other people to his story. He desperately wanted to leave memory, and the memories it had with him. Not that he didn't love being able to be away from his father for a while, he just wanted more... more fun things to do in his youth.
He was still lost in thought as the boy talked again. The only thing he caught was, "Know you?" he scrunched his eyebrows together. "Sorry, what? Know who?" he asked, looking at the boy again. He bit his lip, as if apologizing for spacing out again. He really needed to stop spacing out when people were talking to him, it was a bad habit.
He thought back to the boys laugh, it was so vaguely familiar to him, it was going to make him go insane. He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "Do I know you?" he asked, unaware that he had just, in fact, restated Arch's earlier question. He gave him a small smile.
From a laugh it seemed as if he had known this kid for a while. Like... an old childhood friend who you haven't seen in a while, then you see them ten years alter and you don't recognize them because they've grown. It was sort of the same feeling, except slightly worse, he felt like he should know the person in an instant, but he didn't. Honestly, if this continued with other people, he was going to go insane.
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