Think Before I Talk
November 30th, 2019.
Interacting with @May MoonstarGoing outside on a rather cloudy, chilly and threatening morning such as this doesn’t seem to be on the plans of several of the Hogwarts students because only a few heads can be seen walking around the grass, even less those sitting down. Amongst those brave enough to challenge the high chance of rain, is Roman Kingston, still wearing his dark robes, face hidden behind his green and silver scarf, as he's laying down on the grass, staring the dark grey sky above.
Brooding. A lot of brooding happening at the moment, as he feels the frustration by the lack of response from his father creeping inside his heart, the anger forcing its claws inside it, making him frown as he wants to grab his father by the collar and ask why the hell he hasn't replied yet. Part of him, the numb part that's accepted the lack of attention coming from his old man, tells him that there must be a good reason, other than Virgil Kingston not wanting to write back to him.
He likes that thought, the idea, the illusion that, perhaps, his father's drowning himself with work again and isn't able to write back for now. It makes the frustration and anger lessen, but not enough for them to disappear. They linger around, making the boy sigh as he tries to find different shapes at the moody clouds above. They all look the same, or maybe he's lacking the creativity today. Or motivation in general.
Roman feels drained. After all, he's been interacting with people all week and that's never a good sign. First, there's almost Clementine, that, though he's become more and more open to her non-sensical talking, can still take all his energy with one of her big, oh so happy, smiles. Then, there's the band and the anxiety, fear, and hopes and dreams all clashing together, giving him a euphoric feeling that leads to a successful first day of auditions and a solid first band reunion.
It worked out perfectly in the end, but Roman still had to control himself in order not to be mean to his new bandmates, and that is always troublesome. And, of course, there's the fact that he's a paranoid perfectionist that strives to be perfect in everything in his life, especially his homework. which can make him stay up until late at night working to perfect his assignments.
The conclusion is: he wants to be left alone. Just him, enjoying the cold wind, his tiredness, that makes him unable to even move, and the sky above that seems to represent exactly how he feels. And, for some reason, Roman senses that exactly what he's not going to get.
R. H. Kingston
Think Before I Talk
As he's enjoying the cold breeze of that morning, Roman feels a pair of eyes staring at him. He darts his eyes in both directions, finding a girl with wavy brown hair staring at him. She looks a bit scared, for some reason. The boy frowns and runs his eyes over her dark robes, meeting the yellow emblem of Hufflepuff shining proudly on her chest. It makes him squint his eyes towards her, as he wonders what that Hufflepuff might possibly want with him.
“Wot?” asks Roman, rudely, with his expression even more closed now. The boy really isn't in the mood to use the rest of his energy with some random goody-two-shoes. He'd much rather stay quiet, feeling the wind, and wondering how much longer it'd take for his father to write back to him, but the venom escapes his mouth anyways, in a way of letting out his frustration and anger. “Wot are ya lookin’ at, eh?”
Roman wants to fight, he wants to be mean and get away with it. That girl doesn't look like the type that would engage in his insults, however, which makes him falter a little, so he can only cross his arms and wait for her reply. Hopefully, he's wrong and she'll be mean as well, and he'll be able to feel better by putting her down.
Reducio
@May Moonstar.
So, be careful that all posts require 200 words, and yours didn't reach that. By the way, if I'm not asking much, would you mind developing May's thoughts some more so I can get a better understanding of her? I'd appreciate it a lot.
So, be careful that all posts require 200 words, and yours didn't reach that. By the way, if I'm not asking much, would you mind developing May's thoughts some more so I can get a better understanding of her? I'd appreciate it a lot.
R. H. Kingston
Think Before I Talk
Interacting with @Roman Kingston
May was really scraed if the boy would see her. When he saw her she went pale as paper, she couldn't reply to his question tho. It sounded mean. He was obviously a Pureblood. She read a lot about them. Mostly were proud of themselves and selfish. But some weren't actually mean. May was didn't stop clutching her diary. She hid it behind her back. Oviously it was the only thing she could do to it. When she was scared, she was paralized and couldn't move exacly. ''N-nothing…Im just taking some air'' she said kindly, she was scared of him, but she should be kind like a Hufflepuff.Then, when he saw his frown and mean face, ''What are YOU doing here? ''she asked, ''I expect that you are breaking the rules.''she said with irony. When someone was mean with her, she always was kind, but brave, well a bit brave I guess.''I-Im not looking at anyone!''she yelled at him. Now, she was angry. With everything actually. She hated when people acused her of looking at them. ''I can't look at you can't I?'' then shewent redder tan a tomato. Dawn was aproaching and she should have to go bak to school in an hour or two.
Reducio
I actually did put 200 words exacly in the other post
Martial Artist
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Think Before I Talk
[quote][quote]Her reaction makes him frown, even more, staring at her in confusion. The Hufflepuff seems to be expression a lot of emotions at once, both anger and embarrassment, to which the boy is unable to comprehend. Roman stares at her as if she’s two heads coming out of her neck, wondering why she’s behaving that way.
“I just wanted to know, ya weirdo,” says Roman, voice a bit muffled, toned down, different from before. Suddenly his urge to fight had quieted down by the girl’s reaction because it’d be odd to get in an argument with someone like that. She’s clearly not like Gabriela or Noelle and he personally doesn’t like that. “And I’m not breakin’ any rules, the hell–” He rolls his eyes because that comeback had been stupid. “If I was, so would you!”
Roman looks away from her as if that would make go away, a more frustrated look to him. He can't quite understand her, which is weird and the boy doesn't like it at all. For more of the time, he's good at reading people. All of the students that he'd met at Hogwarts had been so easy to read, and yet, here he is. Roman sighs, giving her another glance, unsure of what to do know.
“I just wanted to know, ya weirdo,” says Roman, voice a bit muffled, toned down, different from before. Suddenly his urge to fight had quieted down by the girl’s reaction because it’d be odd to get in an argument with someone like that. She’s clearly not like Gabriela or Noelle and he personally doesn’t like that. “And I’m not breakin’ any rules, the hell–” He rolls his eyes because that comeback had been stupid. “If I was, so would you!”
Roman looks away from her as if that would make go away, a more frustrated look to him. He can't quite understand her, which is weird and the boy doesn't like it at all. For more of the time, he's good at reading people. All of the students that he'd met at Hogwarts had been so easy to read, and yet, here he is. Roman sighs, giving her another glance, unsure of what to do know.
Reducio
My bad!
R. H. Kingston