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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2016 7:08:28 GMT
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"Home" is a subject that's always been rather complicated for Boris. He was never really sure where his was supposed to be. Russia, once, a long time ago, but he doesn't remember enough of his life there to consider the place homey. And his adopted parents? The place he'd spent most of his life? His family?
He'd never felt at home there, either. He'd felt like a tool. Something they could use. Everything that he was, he'd been forced to hide around them. The only place he'd really felt like he could be himself in had been the old man's house, but he's not there anymore. Boris visits, even now. He dusts the place, puts everything back in order, and everytime he comes back, he hopes that something will have been moved. It never happens.
He remembers all too well what Felix had said about the Haven portals. They appeared when they were needed. They close when they aren't. The HBES had been on their tail. The old man was supposed to have followed him, but the portal closed after Boris went through. Either the portal decided that Boris didn't need Felix anymore, or there was nobody left to keep it open for.
Maybe that's why this place, however nice it's been, hasn't really felt like home, either. Felix isn't here, and he's the closest thing that Boris has ever had to a family- a real one. Of course, there's also the fact that Boris hasn't really decorated it much. He doesn't really know what to do with the space, though, either. Every place he's been has already been decorated. He has thought about 'borrowing' some of the stuff in Felix's house, but he can't bring himself to actually do it. It feels like insulting his memory, to take anything from there.
So, his new house in Haven looks bare. There's a bed, obviously, with basic, dull colored sheets, no personal flair, hardly anything notable. It's a blank canvas, that quite frankly, kind of intimidates Boris. It's cold and barren, kind of like the way he feels. No. He needs a break. The empty house is too depressing. Out. Now.
Boris steps onto the pavement of the walkway going up to the house he's claimed. He winces at the bright light of the day, but adjusts quickly enough, and he makes his way down the street, eager to get away from the emptiness of his own home and heart. He's probably walking too quickly, given that there isn't really anyone here that he needs to run from. NOTES ▪ eeeh, it's long, but my posts kind of....always are. anyone can join in! |
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Post by Ronan Walsh on Nov 10, 2016 5:51:29 GMT
[googlefont=Oswald] First Impression
It was a small house, a cottage of sorts really. The old heritage home with it's green panels and red doors looked something out of a HOMES magazine. The white sills looked like they could use a touch of color where the paint had chipped over the years, and the cottage needed a new roof. But it was home...for now. The young Therian had been told he could stay there for as long as he needed, provided he took good care of the place like the owners before him.
It was all still a bit surreal, a secret haven tucked away from the rest of the world. It seemed to be everywhere, and yet nowhere at all. The haven existed outside of reality, and yet both dimensions were flush with one another. His mother had never told him such a place existed and Ronan was both disturbed and enthralled by the place.
In his grief stricken state, the were had wandered the Haven keeping out of sight and avoiding all 'human' contact. He spent his first few weeks living in the wilderness until they had found him. After several hours,, they'd managed to coax Ronan into the city giving him clothes, a little money, and a house to help him get back on his feet. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it all. Everything felt...surreal, like he was living his life detached from a detachment of reality.
Despite his new quarters, Ronan still spent most of his time in the wilderness. The coarse grass under paw and the lush canopy overhead always seemed to ease his troubles even just a little. The wildlife and the critters all seemed to know him by now, both as a predator and a explorer. Unlike the small cottage, the forest felt like home. It was where he belonged, not cooped up in some dusty old house that smelled of someone long gone.
But since they had done so much to get him settled, Ronan thought it best to pay the house a visit. The cat had only just dragged itself out of a nap a few moments ago and was plodding down the street tiredly. His eyes felt heavy, and the warm sun overhead seemed intent on coaxing him back to sleep. The panther in him would have been happy to oblige, but before the man could retrace his steps, a harsh stink flooded his senses.
Ronan came to an abrupt halt only seconds before he could've ran into the stranger completely. Lowering his hands from his eyes, the were squinted at the boy across from him. The scent was strange, perhaps because it was unfamiliar to him. Confused, Ronan realized he couldn't place the scent and though he tried to hide it, the couldn't keep from pulling a face. What kind of freak show animal was this?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2016 6:22:37 GMT
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Given how many halfbloods have likely fled from the human world, Boris probably should have expected to run into somebody. He at least had expected to have seen somebody else, yet it had been quiet so far. As he had glanced behind him to see if anyone was even around, he almost did run into somebody, though they managed to stop themselves before they actually collided.
Boris needed to stop making a habit of that. He should have noticed that somebody else was there. He stumbled to a halt before the stranger, and started to mutter a quiet apology when he noticed the look on the other's face.
Now, there was anger, which Boris had quite frankly, been expecting, and then there was....whatever this was. Not anger, or disappointment, or even annoyance, all of which Boris knew all too well how to recognize. This was more like...disgust? Boris furrowed his eyebrows, his confusion clear on his face. He was fairly certain he hadn't done anything to deserve the expression that the stranger was giving him. As it persisted, though, Boris began to scowl, his temper rising.
"Is there a problem, here?" Boris asked, clearly rather miffed. "Sorry for almost runnin' into you and all, but nothing happened. So that-" he gestured towards the strangers face with both hands, "-the face you're making? Seems kinda uncalled for." Felix would have had to stop himself from actually smacking Boris at the rude comment, but he wasn't there, and Boris said it anyway. NOTES ▪ ah yes, my grumpy idiot spider baby. i love him, even if he's an angry, snappy little child. |
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Post by Ronan Walsh on Nov 10, 2016 15:39:42 GMT
[googlefont=Oswald] You're an Idiot.
The SARTECH agent felt a little clumsy as he back pedaled a few steps so he could inspect the stranger from a distance. He didn't feel the need to mention this was a mistake that would not happen again, as he didn't even get the chance to apologize. It was rather uncat-like and unsoldier-like to bump into anyone at all, but he blamed his current grogginess on his recent nap and the glowing temptress known as the sun.
Ronan looked down on Boris in silent contempt. If the other boy had lived anywhere at all surely he would know that a 'look' was the least harmful thing someone could offer you. There was no need to make a fuss about it.
As another wave of drowsiness attacked him, Ronan yawned giving no attempt to cover his mouth. It wasn't a gesture done in disrespect like one might assume, rather his arms remained permanently glued to his side by habit. The were at least had the decency to turn his head away though it was most likely to avoid the unfamiliar scent that swarmed his mouth.
Shockingly, Ronan wasn't the most intelligent man on the planet, but he did consider himself intelligent. He'd had to be in his line of work. He'd smelled many animals and could trace a scent back to almost any large animal family, but the kid standing before him was truly a conundrum. With a tilt of his head he gave another tentative sniff, before he finally uttered the only few words he planned on saying this morning. "You're a bug."
It was not a known fact, simply an educated guess. Ronan would've recognized the scent of a canine and another feline. The stranger before him was neither foul or prey and he lacked the lake weed or salty tang that could have suggested underwater creature. He'd grown accustomed to the smell of bears and zoo animals, though he couldn't quite remember what an aardvark smelled like. Nonetheless, this was a new scent, something he had never encountered before.
He gave a brief nod, as though agreeing with himself. "Yes, you are a bug aren't you?" There was a gleam of contempt in his eyes now, for obvious reason. Compared to him, a bug was just so...you know...pathetic. Luckily Ronan had the sense to discuss these things with himself and avoided saying them out loud altogether.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2016 3:35:41 GMT
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Boris crossed his arms over his chest, still scowling at the stranger. They guy yawned, of all things he could have done, and Boris tried not to scream. Maybe it wasn't directed at him, but it really felt liike it. If it wasn't, it was rather convenient that the guy happened to be tired right as Boris started complaining. The half-blood was too stubborn to leave, though- not until he heard a justification or maybe even an apology.
He didn't expect to hear what the guy actually did say next. "Excuse me?" Boris blinked a few times, somewhat confused by the comment. He wasn't quite sure whether it was supposed to be offensive, or just a observation. "Is that...supposed to be an insult?" he asked, partly because he honestly wasn't sure, but also bcause if it had been an insult, it'd been a completely ironic one.
Apparently it had been an observation, not an insult, yet the way that the stranger almost seemed to smirk with his eyes made Boris think that he thought it was funny. "Arachnid," Boris corrected, even if "bug" wasn't entirely uncorrect. For a moment, he realized how weird it was- to be able to be so open about who, or rather, what he was. He hadn't really told anyone that he was a half-blood before, other than his coach, and it was strange to be in a place where everyone was like him. Being so open was odd, but he honestly liked it more than the alternative, and he rolled with it. "Jumping spider, actually. We're poisonous, so don't get any ideas." Well, they weren't really poisonous to humans, but Boris decided to leave that out. "Don't make any Spider-Man jokes. I've heard them all. They aren't funny."
At the back of his mind, he could hear Felix chastising him and telling him to be polite, and he winced slightly. Fine. Maybe this guy deserved the bad attitude, but the whole thing had been half Boris' fault in the first. He sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Sorry for snapping," he grumbled, with a tone that made it clear that he'd made this apology to many before, and that he wasn't completely sincere. He was half-sincere, though, and it'd been half his fault. The old man would have to live with it, wherever he was now. "The name is Boris. Artovsky. Don't make any 'Boris the spider' jokes- they aren't funny, either." NOTES ▪ felix is actually pretty much the only one who ever made those jokes, but he made them so often that boris is #triggered by the who and by spider man |
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Post by Ronan Walsh on Nov 11, 2016 16:42:30 GMT
[googlefont=Oswald] First ImpressionRonan watched, intrigued as the boy became more hostile. The shift of his arms and subtle change in his body language would've normally had the were-panther walking away. He hated conflict, but this bug was almost irrelevant to him.
"Is that...supposed to be an insult?"
At the rather confused murmur, Ronan quickly replied, "an observation, actually." If your brain weren't as small as the rest of you perhaps you would've realized that. The rest went unsaid for reasons he didn't have to explain. The were wasn't looking for trouble, he just wanted to get home, avoid conflict, and maybe even grab a nice nap on the couch. The velvety cushions were actually quite soft once you got used to them, and the way the absorbed the warmth of the sun nearly had Ro purring at the thought.
"Arachnid."
Once more he was drawn from his thoughts by the damp mushroom who as of yet, remained unnamed. Why didn't he just walk away? Ronan himself would have left if it hadn't been for the other trying to insist he was anything other than a bug.
"Arachnid?" He almost purred, eyes sparkling with amusement. "That...still is a bug I believe. All arachnids belong to the phylum Arthopoda which includes all insects if my memory serves right - Biology 11 didn't you take it?" Ronan spoke quickly despite the fact he wasn't really in a hurry. And as much as he longed for the comfy warmth of his couch, the were found himself showing off.
He paid no heed to the subtle warning, only baring his non-existent fangs in something that may have resembled a smirk in this form. "I wouldn't dream of toying with a spider...fearsome creatures you know." Was he mocking him? Well, in his own form of mild sarcasm, yes, yes he was. He might as well have just said 'it would be a waste of my time', but the were had enough sense not to say that either.
It would seem the bug had some sort of moral compass as he was apologizing moments later. Ronan watched him carefully, lips twitching in the beginnings of another smirk as he finally received a name, 'Boris'. "Well Boris, this has been an enlightening conversation. Really, it has been." again with the arrogant sarcasm, Ronan prepared to make his grand exit. And by grand, he simply intended to walk away not bothering to offer his name at all.
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