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I know that this is supposed to be interesting but unfortunately for you, I am not that interesting.
I like to write. That's about it.
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I have to work tonight but I will have my post out sometime tomorrow, promise.
Character Name: Chronus Klefkin
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Occupation: A piano and violin teacher
Brief history: Distance. It is a unit of measurement. That is all it is. But it is a broad term, distance of what to be exact? Chronus was taught from a young age that distance is nothing more than a measurement. Chronus was taught a lot of things from a young age. Yes he was a privileged boy from the start, being born into wealth. It was a set routine from day one; wake up, go to school, come home, piano for two hours, homework, food, violin for an hour, bed, rinse and repeat. As time passed he became much sneakier, got better at lying, saw himself as a king. But soon things began to get boring for him. Being the best at everything was a lonely prospect, especially if it was not of your own volition but it was to be expected and anything else would cause punishment to be ensued. Not physical but passive aggressive, meals would be served cold. Violin would be a bit longer. Father would stay out later at work and mother would be very curt.
This caused him to be cold and shut out everyone around him. As getting close to people would mean setting up expectations and he was tired of meeting expectations. Distancing himself to the exact measurement that speaking wasn’t hard but so that connections couldn’t form and expectations couldn’t be set. This caused him to have a sort of a snarky and condescending personality, looking down upon others. It is all sugar coated with pretty words and a charming smile, a facade.
Chronus found himself in Leyden City when an opportunity arose to be a piano teacher. Moving from his home in Florida, his father bought him an apartment to stay in. Before his departure, both his father and mother gave him one more lesson in distance. That no matter how far he may stray that it was only matter of measurement that they were to find him. The invisible chains to be constantly perfect keep Chronus shackled. Nothing felt fun for him anymore, he did things because it was all he knew how to do. Trophies glittering in his face reflecting the face of a bored, hopeless boy. Within Leyden he hoped to find some new passion to rekindle the fires of passion that once had sat in his stomach but are now burnt up by his stomach acid.
Though, this was mere wishful thinking as no fire was ignited and he went on living his life in the new city with only added stress from idiotic people who had no interest in the one thing he enjoyed doing. He had played plenty of times to sold out concert halls and with professional orchestras and yet he was here trying to share his knowledge with other people to no avail. The constant droning of how being at the top was a truly lonely place. Chronus saw no change, he grows more tired as the days pass and has even begun thinking death would be more of an event to get his blood rushing once more than this everyday life. But, that would make the distance between him and his parents much too far, and they wouldn’t like that, hence why Chronus suffers with the distance of time ever slowly ticking away in an uneventful life where he sits at the top of the throne alone.
How did your letter arrive and with what item: The letter was a monochrome in colour, reflecting how Chronus views the world with a scarlet stamp. There was no real drop off, no person to give it to him, it was something that was slipped into his mail slot. Inside was the letter itself and a simple piece of music titled “Blood at the Moonlit Ball”, a score he had written himself and was lost in the move. It was his pride and joy, so curiosity hit him causing him to follow the instructions enclosed.
Portrait/Character description: Standing at 5’11, Chronus is at an average height for his age and build. He has long slender legs and skinny fingers, the build of a guy who should be a swimmer than a pianist. He weighs in at a light 145lbs, making him slightly underweight for his height. His hair is black and shaggy, touching below his ears but not down his neck, and in the back runs down the nape of his neck. His eyes are a stormy grey that show almost no emotion, looking straight through you. His face is on the girly side with long eyelashes and high cheekbone and porcelain white with only a beauty mark on the right side of his upper lip. His voice is silky and smooth ranging in at a medium tone, with a constant sarcastic or perpetually bored sound to it. He typically wears a black hoodie with piano keys on the pockets, or a navy blue t-shirt with a treble clef printed on the bottom right of it. Most of his wardrobe has some sort of music symbolism on it. His pants are a typically black in colour and held up by a piano key belt with some sort of boot ranging from white to brown in colour. He has his ear pierced with a stud of red as a sole rebellion from his parents who are very pristine people. Not only that, he wishes to get notes from his music tattooed on him so he will never forget it again wrapped up his arm. A smirk is usually on his face or a look of disinterest of everything around him, there’s not much between the two faces, albeit he does smile. Only when needed though.
Additional Notes: “Blood at the Moonlit Ball” is the first piece in a trilogy of music composed by Chronus. The next in line is “Broken Clocks at the Moonlit Ball” or alt “Eternity at the Moonlit Ball” followed by the final song, “Euphoric Slumber at the Moonlit Ball”. He wrote both a piano and violin score for them. Though Chronus has written many other pieces of music, this trilogy was the first time any type of music he had written evoked emotions from him going so far as to cry when all three songs are played in succession. He pours his heart into his written music, which is why it connects with people. He is notorious for making whole stadiums flow with emotions.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Occupation: A piano and violin teacher
Brief history: Distance. It is a unit of measurement. That is all it is. But it is a broad term, distance of what to be exact? Chronus was taught from a young age that distance is nothing more than a measurement. Chronus was taught a lot of things from a young age. Yes he was a privileged boy from the start, being born into wealth. It was a set routine from day one; wake up, go to school, come home, piano for two hours, homework, food, violin for an hour, bed, rinse and repeat. As time passed he became much sneakier, got better at lying, saw himself as a king. But soon things began to get boring for him. Being the best at everything was a lonely prospect, especially if it was not of your own volition but it was to be expected and anything else would cause punishment to be ensued. Not physical but passive aggressive, meals would be served cold. Violin would be a bit longer. Father would stay out later at work and mother would be very curt.
This caused him to be cold and shut out everyone around him. As getting close to people would mean setting up expectations and he was tired of meeting expectations. Distancing himself to the exact measurement that speaking wasn’t hard but so that connections couldn’t form and expectations couldn’t be set. This caused him to have a sort of a snarky and condescending personality, looking down upon others. It is all sugar coated with pretty words and a charming smile, a facade.
Chronus found himself in Leyden City when an opportunity arose to be a piano teacher. Moving from his home in Florida, his father bought him an apartment to stay in. Before his departure, both his father and mother gave him one more lesson in distance. That no matter how far he may stray that it was only matter of measurement that they were to find him. The invisible chains to be constantly perfect keep Chronus shackled. Nothing felt fun for him anymore, he did things because it was all he knew how to do. Trophies glittering in his face reflecting the face of a bored, hopeless boy. Within Leyden he hoped to find some new passion to rekindle the fires of passion that once had sat in his stomach but are now burnt up by his stomach acid.
Though, this was mere wishful thinking as no fire was ignited and he went on living his life in the new city with only added stress from idiotic people who had no interest in the one thing he enjoyed doing. He had played plenty of times to sold out concert halls and with professional orchestras and yet he was here trying to share his knowledge with other people to no avail. The constant droning of how being at the top was a truly lonely place. Chronus saw no change, he grows more tired as the days pass and has even begun thinking death would be more of an event to get his blood rushing once more than this everyday life. But, that would make the distance between him and his parents much too far, and they wouldn’t like that, hence why Chronus suffers with the distance of time ever slowly ticking away in an uneventful life where he sits at the top of the throne alone.
How did your letter arrive and with what item: The letter was a monochrome in colour, reflecting how Chronus views the world with a scarlet stamp. There was no real drop off, no person to give it to him, it was something that was slipped into his mail slot. Inside was the letter itself and a simple piece of music titled “Blood at the Moonlit Ball”, a score he had written himself and was lost in the move. It was his pride and joy, so curiosity hit him causing him to follow the instructions enclosed.
Portrait/Character description: Standing at 5’11, Chronus is at an average height for his age and build. He has long slender legs and skinny fingers, the build of a guy who should be a swimmer than a pianist. He weighs in at a light 145lbs, making him slightly underweight for his height. His hair is black and shaggy, touching below his ears but not down his neck, and in the back runs down the nape of his neck. His eyes are a stormy grey that show almost no emotion, looking straight through you. His face is on the girly side with long eyelashes and high cheekbone and porcelain white with only a beauty mark on the right side of his upper lip. His voice is silky and smooth ranging in at a medium tone, with a constant sarcastic or perpetually bored sound to it. He typically wears a black hoodie with piano keys on the pockets, or a navy blue t-shirt with a treble clef printed on the bottom right of it. Most of his wardrobe has some sort of music symbolism on it. His pants are a typically black in colour and held up by a piano key belt with some sort of boot ranging from white to brown in colour. He has his ear pierced with a stud of red as a sole rebellion from his parents who are very pristine people. Not only that, he wishes to get notes from his music tattooed on him so he will never forget it again wrapped up his arm. A smirk is usually on his face or a look of disinterest of everything around him, there’s not much between the two faces, albeit he does smile. Only when needed though.
Additional Notes: “Blood at the Moonlit Ball” is the first piece in a trilogy of music composed by Chronus. The next in line is “Broken Clocks at the Moonlit Ball” or alt “Eternity at the Moonlit Ball” followed by the final song, “Euphoric Slumber at the Moonlit Ball”. He wrote both a piano and violin score for them. Though Chronus has written many other pieces of music, this trilogy was the first time any type of music he had written evoked emotions from him going so far as to cry when all three songs are played in succession. He pours his heart into his written music, which is why it connects with people. He is notorious for making whole stadiums flow with emotions.
Chronus Klefkin
There was nothing to be done, everything had already been done. His classes were over, all he had to do was buy some dinner and practice on his own. Just because Chronus was out of his parents reach didn’t change any routine he had prior to the move. It felt wrong to not do the system that was drilled into him from day one Swiftly he stopped by the local supermarket that was on the way home. He enjoyed walking around rather than driving, his apartment was in the centre of everything so all but two people’s houses were within walking distance as well as a gas station and a market. It was super convenient, his father never looked over any details giving him the best once as always. Not that he didn’t have a car, anything he asked for he got with little questions asked and yet the dull feeling of boredom etched it's way into his very bones.
Finally he reached the building, bags of food in hand he did a quick jog up the stairs and stepped through the door. As soon as he did he slipped on the mail that lay scattered on the floor from many days prior that he lazily stepped over each day. He hugged the milk as his back hit the tiled entrance and braced for impact. A thud and crash echoed in the empty home followed by a groan. ”Why am I like this..” he muttered out and sat up, rubbing his back glaring at the piles of bills and papers. He crawled his way to the carpeted area, only to sit there with an annoyed look on his face his legs and arms crossed pouting. ”I hope everything I JUST didn’t bust open. Stupid post man.. Stupid mail slot.. Why couldn’t this place have a place for this outside the door like every other place ever?” Grumbling and muttering angrily to himself he put his things away and picked up the mail that was left on the floor, setting it on the coffee table next to his violin case. He would attend to that in a moment, in the meanwhile he was hungry and had just restocked his fridge.
Minutes had passed, he turned on the radio and let the water boil and set his package of instant noodles down on the counter. It wasn’t meals fit for a king such as himself but he could at least admit it was good and filling when made properly. Chronus made his way to the couch and settled down, picking up the junk that caused him to nearly knock himself out at the door. It was bills, ads, more things he didn’t even pay for but mailed to him because of protocol. He didn’t mind the fact that his parents paid for everything, it meant that all the money he made teaching snobby kids went straight into his pockets. His hands stopped when he came across the monochrome envelope. It was dull and void of all colour, the perfect shade of grey. It resonated with him and he wasn’t sure as to why. Yet he decided to turn it over and it was closed with a wax scarlet seal. It sent a chill down his spine, it was the exact shade of red as the stud in his ear. Chronus didn’t necessarily know why the whole outside made him freeze up momentarily, it almost reminded him of himself in some way. Going forth, Chronus lifted up the scarlet seal and inside read a letter. Though that was the least amount of his focus, what else was tucked inside made him jump up with shock. Inside was the piece of music he had lost some time ago, the treasured piece composed to such perfection it could never be recreated. In elegant scarlet writing on a midnight background was “Blood at the Moonlit Ball”. His hands trembling he dashed to the centre of the room where the piano he bought himself sat in the small apartment. Instead of a TV he opted to have the fated baby grand be his muse. He opened up the cover and there, the notes stained the page just as he remembered them. Quickly sitting at the piano he moved his hands elegantly across the keys, pumping out the music from his very soul.
For hours he played the piano that night, no longer caring about his violin practice. No longer interested in food. Chronus played and played until a neighbor came and knocked on his door telling him to knock it off. He had no idea how it got there and who gave this to him, but he wanted to sincerely thank them, something he hadn’t done in years. He was genuinely happy for a split second of his monochromatic life. Time stood still that night around him, and he was overcome with many emotions.
The day came and so he had to arrive to the designated place. It, unfortunately, was not within walking distance so he had to drive to the area. It was a pain but he felt as though it must be done. Dressed in his usual hoodie, pants and long white boots that lay atop the straight legged jeans. In his car was sheet music scattered throughout and broken violin bows, he wasn’t the most organized person but he knew where everything was within the mess so it never bothered him much. It also had details scribbled down to every music store in the city and person on file in case he needed something. There was also planner he had jotted down notes in for performance dates and music lessons. He called off all today’s lessons though to make time for this. Something he had never done before since he moved here.
Pulling around to find a place to park, he slid up next to a blue toyota. There seemed to be others invited to the party, at his utter dismay though. He had simply wanted to thank whoever it was that brought him his music and be on his merry little way. Groaning, he went through the glove box pulling out all three sheets of music and any others just incase this was someone trying to wiggle a free performance from him. Chronus shoved it all into a small black bag that had a violin as a zipper and piano keys in the corner and got out of the car. Throwing a few more things in there before he left such as business cards, contacts with his agent and father, pens and his trusted planner of course.
Finally climbing up to the entrance he saw there were others waiting there attempting to make idle chit chat. He had no interest in that, not to mention they all looked like riff raff anyways. Some of them more than others, yet he felt more put together than anyone else who was there. Taking a small breath in, he approached them with light footsteps and his arms crossed, a charming smile crept its way on his face that he used in professional settings so everyone didn’t find out he was some sort of lonely asshole, he’d rather be seen as the charming loner type, “Ah I see there are others here. Is this everyone or is this more so just the beginning? And has the master of the establishment arrived yet?” It was short, sweet and to the point. Keeping that distance from others just enough so they don’t feel compelled to talk to him. It would be even worse if someone knew of him, gorging him for attention. Chronus tried to shrug his shoulders in an attempt to relax, at least mentally, his outside looks was that of a carefree teenager with a slight attitude problem.
Yeah, that. What Opposition said.
@Inda is my CS good?
Character Name: Chronus Klefkin
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Occupation: A piano and violin teacher
Brief history: Distance. It is a unit of measurement. That is all it is. But it is a broad term, distance of what to be exact? Chronus was taught from a young age that distance is nothing more than a measurement. Chronus was taught a lot of things from a young age. Yes he was a privileged boy from the start, being born into wealth. It was a set routine from day one; wake up, go to school, come home, piano for two hours, homework, food, violin for an hour, bed, rinse and repeat. As time passed he became much sneakier, got better at lying, saw himself as a king. But soon things began to get boring for him. Being the best at everything was a lonely prospect, especially if it was not of your own volition but it was to be expected and anything else would cause punishment to be ensued. Not physical but passive aggressive, meals would be served cold. Violin would be a bit longer. Father would stay out later at work and mother would be very curt.
This caused him to be cold and shut out everyone around him. As getting close to people would mean setting up expectations and he was tired of meeting expectations. Distancing himself to the exact measurement that speaking wasn’t hard but so that connections couldn’t form and expectations couldn’t be set. This caused him to have a sort of a snarky and condescending personality, looking down upon others. It is all sugar coated with pretty words and a charming smile, a facade.
Chronus found himself in Leyden City when an opportunity arose to be a piano teacher. Moving from his home in Florida, his father bought him an apartment to stay in. Before his departure, both his father and mother gave him one more lesson in distance. That no matter how far he may stray that it was only matter of measurement that they were to find him. The invisible chains to be constantly perfect keep Chronus shackled. Nothing felt fun for him anymore, he did things because it was all he knew how to do. Trophies glittering in his face reflecting the face of a bored, hopeless boy. Within Leyden he hoped to find some new passion to rekindle the fires of passion that once had sat in his stomach but are now burnt up by his stomach acid.
Though, this was mere wishful thinking as no fire was ignited and he went on living his life in the new city with only added stress from idiotic people who had no interest in the one thing he enjoyed doing. He had played plenty of times to sold out concert halls and with professional orchestras and yet he was here trying to share his knowledge with other people to no avail. The constant droning of how being at the top was a truly lonely place. Chronus saw no change, he grows more tired as the days pass and has even begun thinking death would be more of an event to get his blood rushing once more than this everyday life. But, that would make the distance between him and his parents much too far, and they wouldn’t like that, hence why Chronus suffers with the distance of time ever slowly ticking away in an uneventful life where he sits at the top of the throne alone.
How did your letter arrive and with what item: The letter was a monochrome in colour, reflecting how Chronus views the world with a scarlet stamp. There was no real drop off, no person to give it to him, it was something that was slipped into his mail slot. Inside was the letter itself and a simple piece of music titled “Blood at the Moonlit Ball”, a score he had written himself and was lost in the move. It was his pride and joy, so curiosity hit him causing him to follow the instructions enclosed.
Portrait/Character description: Standing at 5’11, Chronus is at an average height for his age and build. He has long slender legs and skinny fingers, the build of a guy who should be a swimmer than a pianist. He weighs in at a light 145lbs, making him slightly underweight for his height. His hair is black and shaggy, touching below his ears but not down his neck, and in the back runs down the nape of his neck. His eyes are a stormy grey that show almost no emotion, looking straight through you. His face is on the girly side with long eyelashes and high cheekbone and porcelain white with only a beauty mark on the right side of his upper lip. His voice is silky and smooth ranging in at a medium tone, with a constant sarcastic or perpetually bored sound to it. He typically wears a black hoodie with piano keys on the pockets, or a navy blue t-shirt with a treble clef printed on the bottom right of it. Most of his wardrobe has some sort of music symbolism on it. His pants are a typically black in colour and held up by a piano key belt with some sort of boot ranging from white to brown in colour. He has his ear pierced with a stud of red as a sole rebellion from his parents who are very pristine people. Not only that, he wishes to get notes from his music tattooed on him so he will never forget it again wrapped up his arm. A smirk is usually on his face or a look of disinterest of everything around him, there’s not much between the two faces, albeit he does smile. Only when needed though.
Additional Notes: “Blood at the Moonlit Ball” is the first piece in a trilogy of music composed by Chronus. The next in line is “Broken Clocks at the Moonlit Ball” or alt “Eternity at the Moonlit Ball” followed by the final song, “Euphoric Slumber at the Moonlit Ball”. He wrote both a piano and violin score for them. Though Chronus has written many other pieces of music, this trilogy was the first time any type of music he had written evoked emotions from him going so far as to cry when all three songs are played in succession. He pours his heart into his written music, which is why it connects with people. He is notorious for making whole stadiums flow with emotions.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Occupation: A piano and violin teacher
Brief history: Distance. It is a unit of measurement. That is all it is. But it is a broad term, distance of what to be exact? Chronus was taught from a young age that distance is nothing more than a measurement. Chronus was taught a lot of things from a young age. Yes he was a privileged boy from the start, being born into wealth. It was a set routine from day one; wake up, go to school, come home, piano for two hours, homework, food, violin for an hour, bed, rinse and repeat. As time passed he became much sneakier, got better at lying, saw himself as a king. But soon things began to get boring for him. Being the best at everything was a lonely prospect, especially if it was not of your own volition but it was to be expected and anything else would cause punishment to be ensued. Not physical but passive aggressive, meals would be served cold. Violin would be a bit longer. Father would stay out later at work and mother would be very curt.
This caused him to be cold and shut out everyone around him. As getting close to people would mean setting up expectations and he was tired of meeting expectations. Distancing himself to the exact measurement that speaking wasn’t hard but so that connections couldn’t form and expectations couldn’t be set. This caused him to have a sort of a snarky and condescending personality, looking down upon others. It is all sugar coated with pretty words and a charming smile, a facade.
Chronus found himself in Leyden City when an opportunity arose to be a piano teacher. Moving from his home in Florida, his father bought him an apartment to stay in. Before his departure, both his father and mother gave him one more lesson in distance. That no matter how far he may stray that it was only matter of measurement that they were to find him. The invisible chains to be constantly perfect keep Chronus shackled. Nothing felt fun for him anymore, he did things because it was all he knew how to do. Trophies glittering in his face reflecting the face of a bored, hopeless boy. Within Leyden he hoped to find some new passion to rekindle the fires of passion that once had sat in his stomach but are now burnt up by his stomach acid.
Though, this was mere wishful thinking as no fire was ignited and he went on living his life in the new city with only added stress from idiotic people who had no interest in the one thing he enjoyed doing. He had played plenty of times to sold out concert halls and with professional orchestras and yet he was here trying to share his knowledge with other people to no avail. The constant droning of how being at the top was a truly lonely place. Chronus saw no change, he grows more tired as the days pass and has even begun thinking death would be more of an event to get his blood rushing once more than this everyday life. But, that would make the distance between him and his parents much too far, and they wouldn’t like that, hence why Chronus suffers with the distance of time ever slowly ticking away in an uneventful life where he sits at the top of the throne alone.
How did your letter arrive and with what item: The letter was a monochrome in colour, reflecting how Chronus views the world with a scarlet stamp. There was no real drop off, no person to give it to him, it was something that was slipped into his mail slot. Inside was the letter itself and a simple piece of music titled “Blood at the Moonlit Ball”, a score he had written himself and was lost in the move. It was his pride and joy, so curiosity hit him causing him to follow the instructions enclosed.
Portrait/Character description: Standing at 5’11, Chronus is at an average height for his age and build. He has long slender legs and skinny fingers, the build of a guy who should be a swimmer than a pianist. He weighs in at a light 145lbs, making him slightly underweight for his height. His hair is black and shaggy, touching below his ears but not down his neck, and in the back runs down the nape of his neck. His eyes are a stormy grey that show almost no emotion, looking straight through you. His face is on the girly side with long eyelashes and high cheekbone and porcelain white with only a beauty mark on the right side of his upper lip. His voice is silky and smooth ranging in at a medium tone, with a constant sarcastic or perpetually bored sound to it. He typically wears a black hoodie with piano keys on the pockets, or a navy blue t-shirt with a treble clef printed on the bottom right of it. Most of his wardrobe has some sort of music symbolism on it. His pants are a typically black in colour and held up by a piano key belt with some sort of boot ranging from white to brown in colour. He has his ear pierced with a stud of red as a sole rebellion from his parents who are very pristine people. Not only that, he wishes to get notes from his music tattooed on him so he will never forget it again wrapped up his arm. A smirk is usually on his face or a look of disinterest of everything around him, there’s not much between the two faces, albeit he does smile. Only when needed though.
Additional Notes: “Blood at the Moonlit Ball” is the first piece in a trilogy of music composed by Chronus. The next in line is “Broken Clocks at the Moonlit Ball” or alt “Eternity at the Moonlit Ball” followed by the final song, “Euphoric Slumber at the Moonlit Ball”. He wrote both a piano and violin score for them. Though Chronus has written many other pieces of music, this trilogy was the first time any type of music he had written evoked emotions from him going so far as to cry when all three songs are played in succession. He pours his heart into his written music, which is why it connects with people. He is notorious for making whole stadiums flow with emotions.
Are you still looking for people for this? I would love to hop in, it sounds fun!
Felix Escavalier
Felix listened to the ongoing words being passed between everyone. He was usually more social in their little gatherings but he decided to stay silent this time around. Crossing his legs in the chair, he rocked back and forth thinking about he was to tell his mother. If Debs had said her uncle was okay with it and he’s pretty well known in the community he didn’t see why she wouldn’t agree. Giving a side glance to Eliza a warm feeling spread in his chest. She was going to have so much fun, and so was he! It was another adventure she could write about. For him something like this was just another excuse to play around. Although everyone was taking it seriously he was more so focused on the playful aspects. Traveling through the woods, exploring new things and reaching their final destination. All the exhaustion he had felt earlier was gone and replaced with a newfound rush of energy.
The meeting had wrapped up everyone had a range of emotions written on their faces, from worry to excitement and everything in between. Felix looked at Eliza, giving her a grin. ”Aren’t you excited?! I just hope your parents will be alright with it.. If anything, we could…” He stopped and bit his tongue. Lying was something he wasn’t all that good at so coming up with an excuse on the spot proved to be difficult for him. Placing his hands on his hips he scratched his head. What were they to do if they had said no. It was always a guessing game with those two, but Felix didn’t want to casually suggest she sneak out.
She piped up and her words caused a sinking feeling in his stomach. ”What do you mean you will meet me at my house...That is going to be a long walk..” Felix sighed and realized rationalizing with her was not going to do him any good. With another huff, he had walked Eliza home listening to her senseless chatter all while worrying himself into oblivion.
Monday came all too slowly, Felix had been anticipating it and his mother would laugh and tell him father time made everything slower just for him. Felix always had an interest with time and clocks, he enjoyed taking them apart and looking at the inside so the fact she teased him with that made him really nervous. Maybe father time really was messing with him. Not that it mattered, Monday was here and Eliza was on her way. As he expected his mother took the news well, she was even excited for him. Going so far as to help him get the camping stuff and even prove to be an alibi for Eliza had her parents called at all to check up on her. It wasn’t the first time she stayed over his house but they were always kinda weird about it. He really never understood why but not like he cared enough to question it. His mother was even kind enough to lay things out for Eliza that she couldn’t covertly bring with her. Felix was up before the sun and was pacing around the house, he even went to the fort for a while to clean up their mess from the weekend.
At his house he finished packing a large bag. He was always prepared for everything, wanting to play hero regardless if it was Eliza, Phoebe or Danny who got into trouble. First aid kit, snacks, extra pillows, more snacks, blankets, knife, and lots and lots of water. Felix knew the lot of them could take care of themselves but he knew that they could always use a little help. Eliza would take longer since she had to walk a bit….and he couldn’t help but to worry for her as he always did. Val was always another person he treated with extra care but Eliza was the type to fall over on the side of the road from exhaustion in a dramatic fashion. Then babble to a stranger who were to come and help about something or another. Shaking in his ratty shoes he paced about more causing his mother to wake and smack him repeatedly with the morning paper.
The two waited and before they knew it, Eliza’s voice rang throughout the house along with a thud from the door, ”Felix! I have arrived!”. Felix just let out a long sigh and ran his hands through his hair. ”Alrighty then. Looks like we can leave then.” Gathering the bag and two sleeping bags in his arms he gave Eliza an apologetic look, ”I won’t be able to carry you much this time around since I have my hands full already.” Though he already knew he would end up carrying her anyways, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to mention the fact even if it was futile.
Felix and Eliza set off with Felix’s mother watching them before they were out of sight. They let out some mindless chatter about the trip and how they were both very excited for it. They arrived at the meeting place shortly after to find some others were already there but not everyone. Eliza was brimming with excitement running all over the place, Felix was only waiting for her to scratch herself or fall, but he was at peace being surrounded by his friends. Debs arrived shortly after them calling for a head count, ”Felix checking in!” His cheeks reddened from the funny words leaving his mouth but gave a cheeky grin anyways. They were going to see MadCat and he couldn’t wait. It was the adventure of a lifetime!
Did I say before Monday? I meant ON Monday. Silly me. (Oppy and I are almost done tho so no worries fam...)
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