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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 11, 2012 20:49:50 GMT -5
"Apparently I'm too good at it. They couldn't keep anything together in the house when I was a kid. I even took apart the microwave once. Now, putting it back together was a different story..." Although he wasn't too bad at that now.
Oliver watched as the other young man pulled out a picture of a girl that he could only assume to be his sister. He had to laugh at the explanation that followed. "I remember when my sister went through that phase, though that was about ten years ago for her. She's twenty-two now, and she'd probably kill me if she found out I told you even that much."
Realizing that he had yet to introduce himself, Oliver decided to do so immediately. He held out his free hand (as the other one still had the car in it). "Oliver Winchester, by the way."
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 11, 2012 20:59:37 GMT -5
Sabastian laughed. "Oh yeah, my sister would probably kill me too. But I don't think they ever have to find out, now do they? It can be between just you and I." He said with a smile, taking the boy's hand into his.
"Sebastian Manneville. But everyone calls me Baz. Except my father. He says Baz sounds like a dog's name." He chuckled, running his hand over his shirt. He could feel the belly button ring there, glad it wasn't catching on anything since he had changed it. "But I'm okay with being a dog. They get fed and petted and they get to wiggle when they get out of the bath tub and sleep on all the furniture. It sounds to me like we got ripped off."
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 11, 2012 21:04:30 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan to me. So long as you're sworn to secrecy." Oliver joked. For how this conversation started off, at least it wasn't going too badly now.
"Baz doesn't sound like all that bad of a name to me. But parents will be parents." Oliver got along well with his parents most of the time, but there were times where he just couldn't shake the feeling that sometimes, just sometimes, he didn't feel as though he quite...belonged.
Oliver laughed at Baz's statements about dogs. "You know, I never thought about it that way. You're right. And cats...they have it even better! I'm more of a dog sort of guy myself, but we have a cat at home, and she acts like she rules the place." Though Oliver quite enjoyed being human. How could he take things apart without opposable thumbs?
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 11, 2012 21:20:14 GMT -5
Baz laughed. "I never did like cats. My sister had one before she died. Ugh. That thing would get up on the bookshelves and scratch your head as you walked by. I would like a dog, but I'm at school most of the time. So I would never have to take care of him." He shrugged, shifting his books to his other arm. He ran his hand over the bite mark on his neck. It was sore, but he knew it would be gone before the day was over. It did the same thing when August bit him. And this vampire said the same thing.
'Your blood.. tastes like alcohol and ink...' The words rang in his ears and he shook his head, the cloudy look fading from his eyes. "I can walk you back to wherever if you want. We can stop for coffee or something." He offered.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 11, 2012 21:25:20 GMT -5
Yes, Baz had said sisters. Oliver hadn't misheard. So from what Oliver could tell, Baz had one living sister, and one who died. Oliver was tempted to ask, but decided against it. He'd just met the guy - If he wanted to share that with Oliver it would be better to wait for him to bring it up.
Oliver was quickly coming to realize that things like bite marks on someone's neck weren't considered so much of an oddity around this town. He wondered just how odd some of the people around would consider his dreams. "And visions..." He muttered to himself. He'd had one while he was awake. It was one thing to have recurring dreams, but having them while you were awake was a different story. It almost felt like flashbacks coming through, but flashbacks to what? He'd never experienced anything like that in his life!
"You don't have to, though if you go to the university, I think we're headed for the same place anyway. I'm always up for coffee." Except maybe really late at night.
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 11, 2012 21:33:12 GMT -5
"And Ebony clocks." He said, almost unaware the words had passed his lips. He looked at the boy, his eyebrows drawn together. Something about this boy wasn't quite human. Wasn't quite.. normal.
"No, I'm going back to my apartment." He pulled out his phone, reading silently over a text message Cole had sent him. He quickly typed back, then put it back into his pocket. "But I've got quite a few books to read, and a paper to write, so I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight. You know when you come from France, your teachers think you're dumb? They're making me re-read books I've read in year nine. I don't see why they think because I'm not from here means I'm not as smart as the rest of you guys." He swapped his books to his other arm again and began walking.
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 11, 2012 21:38:36 GMT -5
Oliver's eyes darted toward the other boy at once. "Ebony clocks?" The feeling was mutual. Well...not entirely, but Oliver realized that something was odd about Baz. Then again, if you weren't odd in this town, you were actually the odd one out.
So why didn't Oliver feel like an odd one out? Why did it feel like he almost belonged more here than anywhere else, save for perhaps when he was hanging out with his sister?
Oliver made a face at Baz's words. "That's ridiculous. You'd think they could at least test you to get an idea of where your knowledge actually is. Guess there's nothing you can really do about it, though. At least it makes things a bit easier?" Oliver stated, putting his car into his backpack before he started walking with Baz. "So how long have you been around here? And do you have any oddball secrets like most of this town seems to?" Well, okay, that was a bit of a loaded question, but it was true. Most of the town wasn't even human, and if they were human, they were abnormal humans in some way. And while Oliver didn't know it yet, both he and Baz fit into the same 'abnormal humans' camp.
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 11, 2012 21:47:06 GMT -5
Baz laughed. "Well, I don't know about me having any secrets. You know, aside from me having a belly button ring. But that's no secret. I do know this town is filled with werewolves and vampires. And not a lot of people are human like us. I have this friend -August- who's a vampire. And he can smell blood from across a crowded mall." He shrugged. "I've been here for.. Well, I've been in the US for.. about six months? But I decided to come to college here about a month ago. I just started a couple of weeks ago. They've got be floating between classes until they figure out what grade they want to put me in."
He looked over at the boy. "What about you? You live here?"
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Post by oliver lee winchester on Feb 11, 2012 21:52:12 GMT -5
Oliver noted that Baz didn't remark on his question about ebony clocks, and decided to let the subject drop.
"Wait, how do you know I'm human? I could be a shapeshifter or something. Unfortunately, though, I'm not. Or fortunately, I guess, depending on how you look at it. Unless there's something I'm missing, I'm pretty normal." Indeed, there was something he was missing, but he remained...well, perhaps not blissfully, or even completely unaware. Still, he hadn't connected the dots yet.
"Nope, I was born and raised in Kansas City. Came here a few months ago myself to start my second year of college. Glad I haven't told my mom too much about this town...if she knew what kind of people lived here she'd demand I come home right away." He laughed lightly.
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Post by sebastian marque manneville on Feb 11, 2012 21:58:26 GMT -5
Baz laughed. "I know, right? My father would insist I get on a plane right away. But I mean, they're not all bad. They.. just try to eat you when it's a full moon or your back is turned." He said with a sideways smile. No one could deny that every single one of his teeth was perfectly aligned.
"I do miss my family though. It's kinda hard here, without them. Especially my little sister. I'm the only one in the family without blue eyes. Mine are grey. And she used to always tell me 'Sebastian, it looks like someone just poked you in the eyes with a needle, and all the color drained out'. Only a child would think grey eyes meant a lack of color, right?" He smiled over at the boy, his grey eyes bright compared to earlier.
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