Watch Out For Flying...Cars? [Open]

[oliver lee winchester]

Oliver had decided that he needed something to do before work. Thus, he'd headed out to the local park, where he stood in the middle of a field. He placed his backpack on the ground, kneeling down to dig through it. He retrieved what looked to be an ordinary remote control car, along with its corresponding remote control. He proceeded to place the car on the concrete near him, and pressing a few buttons on the control, began to drive it around.

He partook in this activity for a few moments, before taking a glance at his surroundings. After deeming the coast clear, he proceeded to press another button on the remote control, thus allowing wings to shoot out from the little slits he'd cut in the side of the car. A few other design modifications surfaced when he pressed this button as well, and the car looked as though it had been through a makeover...or was a Transformer. Oliver grinned at the sight and began to steer the car again, only this time it did not make it's trek on the concrete. This time, it curved upward into the air.

Soon, Oliver's attention was entirely on the car rather than his surroundings. A nuclear bomb might have exploded in the distance and not disturbed Oliver. Well, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but the expression on Oliver's face showed clear as day that he was passionate about what he was doing. This was not simply a nineteen year old flying around a little model plane for fun. Oh yes, he was having fun, but he was also furrowing his brow, looking contemplative as he watched every motion that the little flying car took.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Sebastian turned and walked into the park, rubbing the bite marks on his neck. 'The vampires in this town are getting awful'. He thought. But his mind was plagued with another though, that one familiar snippet of whatever it was.

'And we loved with a love with a love with a love with a love...'

He ran his hands over his face with a groan, then heard something over his head. He looked up, his grey eyes spotting a car. With wings?

"I've gone completely and utterly mad." He said to himself in his thick French accent as he walked over to a bench, setting down his school books. He sat down with a heavy flop, putting his head in his hands again.

'-with a love with a love with ebony clocks and the red death and a masquerade love with a love-'

[oliver lee winchester]

Remember when I said that hardly anything could shake Oliver out of his concentration? Well, he's about to have his concentration shaken.

Oliver snapped abruptly back to his surroundings when he saw a person over where he was flying his little remote control 'car'. This resulted in a jolt to his concentration, and thus his fingers jumped over the controls. Which wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't sent Oliver's little masterpiece careening into a tree.

That was the least of Oliver's concerns, though. The impact sent a barrage of images through Oliver's mind. His piloting a real aircraft, the sense of losing control of the impact...and the impact itself, that sent a chill going through Oliver, and a strong twinge of pain through his leg. Oliver let out a yelp before he could stop himself, his hand flying to his leg.

That...was weird.

Realizing that the other boy had likely seen the whole thing, Oliver felt the need to explain himself. "Sorry...old sports injury, I think." Nevermind that Oliver had never injured himself playing sports.

[sebastian marque manneville]

Baz looked up, having not realized the boy until he spoke. He smiled a sideways smile, then shrugged. "I wouldn't know, dear. I've never played a sport in my life." He tipped his head to the side, his hair falling out of his eyes. He drummed his fingers on the bench beside him, then pulled his cigarettes out of his school bag. He lit one, taking a long drag out of it before the image of the room came back; a room smelling of paper, ink an alcohol. He coughed, not realizing he still had smoke in his mouth. He blew it out then started coughing again, smelling nothing but alcohol. The smell made him sick. He finally caught his breath and stood up, his grey eyes clouded over.

"Need help getting your car out of the-" 'I don't even like whipped cream.' "-tree?" He asked, drawing his eyebrows together.

[oliver lee winchester]

"I haven't done too many either." Oliver revealed. Actually, he hadn't participated in any actual school sports, though riding his bike and rollerblading were two things that he had done frequently as a child. He'd also taken apart most of the things his parents had gotten him as a child. That was more sport to him than actual sports.

Oliver wasn't much of a fan of smoking, though he couldn't fault other people for doing what they wanted to do. So long as Sebastian didn't deliberately blow the smoke in his direction, Oliver was fine with it.

The young man looked back up at the tree, his own eyebrows furrowing. He'd had dreams, but that had been his first waking dream. He'd completely lost track of his surroundings. He was so caught up in his musing that he almost neglected to answer the other young man. "Sure, if you wouldn't mind." Oliver stated with a smile, remembering the remote control in his hands and trying, with futility, to get the car to move. No use. It appeared the car was dead as a doornail.

[sebastian marque manneville]

"Don't bother. It's like yanking a kite string to a kite that's already too far stuck in a tree." He said, sliding off his jacket. He sat it beside his things, then walked over to the tree. It had no low branches, so he walked over to one that did. He slowly climbed the tree, something he had done all his life. Then walked smoothly over to the car. He sat down on the branch next to it, slowly wiggling it out before. He slipped off the branch, landing on his feet before walking back over to the boy. He handed him his toy, then bent over, running his fingers through his hair to get the leaves out.

[oliver lee winchester]

"That sounds about right. I've gotten a few kite strings stuck in trees in my day too." Oliver remarked with a small grin. They were usually kites he made himself too, rather than the store bought kites. Then again, as mentioned before, almost anything store-bought was dismantled at least once by Oliver regardless of what it was.

Well, anything mechanical/electrical, at least.

Oliver watched as the boy climbed up the tree with ease, retrieving the car and bringing it back to Oliver. Though Oliver was quick to start inspecting the car once it was returned to him, most likely in an attempt to see what, if anything, needed to be fixed, he also spoke to the other guy. "Thanks, I really appreciate it. My name is Oliver, by the way." Oliver figured that after this an introduction might be good.

[sebastian marque manneville]

He smiled. "It's no problem. I'm Baz." He only formally used his name if it was an adult, or someone who might be of importance, like his teacher or his boss. She walked back over, slipping his jacket back on. He slowly started buttoning it up, looking down at his disregarded cigarette. He tossed it to the ground, stomping it out with the toe of his shoe.

"You always make it a habit of flying things into trees?" He asked with a laugh, gathering his books. The cloud faded from his eyes, returning to his normal grey color. "Or do you just.. make flying cars because you can?"

[oliver lee winchester]

"Well, it's nice to meet you Baz, even if it was under strange circumstances."

Oliver did notice something off about Baz's eyes at first, a look that he wondered if perhaps was reflected in his eyes during the time he had those visions. He let out a laugh of his own at Baz's inquiry, shaking his head. "No, I don't usually try to fly my hard work into trees." That would just be counterproductive, after all.

"I make them because...well, I guess because I can, but I make them because I like to see how they fly." That seemed simple enough, and summed it up quite nicely. He certainly didn't make them to see those visions that he just had, although that was an unexpected side effect, now wasn't it?

[sebastian marque manneville]

"I was never any good at building anything." He said with a laugh. "My father used to buy me those.. model cars and boats and such. And I would get like, half of it together upside down. That was when my dad figured out I wasn't much of a son. And they had my sisters. She just got out the hospital." He noted how he had went from his twin sisters, to the only one surviving now in less than a second. He pulled a picture out of his wallet, handing it over. It was of a pretty little girl, no older than thirteen.

"Dad says she's just finding out about boy bands and strange piercings." He said with a smile, realizing how much he missed his little sister back in France.