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Post by Ellie who has 0% on Aug 6, 2011 11:27:27 GMT -4
"Oh, the old mansion? I visit there time to time myself before," Olette left out her ventures to the computers below, since that was highly important of usage a year ago; she rather that to be a sacred and secret when it came to sharing with strangers. In a way, it became a secluded property to her buddies and Sora for no one can tamper too much with it, since anything of importance revolving around the past 'events' can still be inside.
Guys in white Olette stopped herself as it dawned upon her. She was already not to comfortable with the idea of someone living there, but with the indirection mentions of the nobodies, she had to somehow deture the girl away from there,"Buut I wouldn't live there if I were you; it hadn't had renovations for years, and if anything were to happen...you'll be far away from contact."
"And you can always shack out at my hang out; when around Pence and Hayner, there's no such thing as boredom trust me." The youth hummed wondering where those two boys could possibly be up to now. Her eyes wondered if she could spot them buy knickknacks or icecream, but her eyes noticed a strangely familiar girl in white with blonde hair.
Why do I have a strange feeling I met her before... Seeing the girl wave at h er, Olette politely waved back, Hm maybe she's knew to here too.
"And one way to not be bored is to mingle," with that Olette grabbed Holly's hand walking towards to lone girl. "Hey have I met you before. I have a strange feeling that I have, and it's frustrating to somewhat remember a face and can't stick a name to it."
"What could happen? Those guys are like friends, especially the one who likes the card and dice games. Those are fun, and I'm getting a lot better. Besides, I'm a lot stronger than I look," Holly said happily. "I can kick butt!" she added with a giggle.
Someone was waving, and Olette waved back, and said something about knowing the new girl. Holly looked at her with interest. She was so pretty, with blond hair. But her hair was nowhere near as awesome as Olette's. "Hi! I'm Holly," she said cheerfully.
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Namine stood gracefully, smiling. She looked between Holly and Olette, wondering if they had known each other for long.
"I'm Namine. It's nice to meet you. And no... I don't think we've met before." She seemed to petite, with her meek voice and frail body, but her eyes had fire. She pulled out a sketchbook from her sitting place and opened it, scribbling a bit. "Would you like me to draw you?"
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Aug 17, 2011 2:33:17 GMT -4
She doesn't know...
That question had so many of the obvious answers. The brunette had always thought that being homebound that she would have a small perspective compared to everyone else, but it seems to be the opposite, while she looked at Holly skeptically and merely shook her head with a gigglied snort. With a shrug, she merely diagnose the other with the stereotypical teenage immunity. One may call her Ms. Cautious, but the whole 'what could happen' and 'that can't happen to me' lines were getting stale, "Plenty of things. There's...nothing really friendly about them just take my word for it."
Going through the motions, she bit her lip as she tried to pick the most appropriate and sensitive words of choice without having to reiterate an entire story that dated a year ago. She didn't want to go popping the girl's bubble, but it seems like she haven't had any 'human' company to tell her otherwise. Who knows what those Nobodies been doing with her. Once being in the presence of another, she dropped it like a hot skillet and continued the union as a distraction to navigate away from the white fiends in the Old Mansion.
"Olette Simmons," the teen said in a routine, yet friendly fashion with waving salute. Hearing her question, the brunette blinked taken back for a moment. She wasn't expecting that of all things; her mind was already muttering words to drag her back in her rabbit's hole.
Why would she want to draw me? Maybe she was talking to Holly...she's distinctive, exotic, and vibrant..., she continued to knitpick at the contrast as manuevered over to sit next to Namine to peer over her shoulder at the sketchbook; she wanted to see the girl in action so she pressed it onwards, "Come on, Holly get your protrait takeeen."
"You can draw," was the typical question a non-artist would ask an obvious one. Despite how redundant it was, it still had the lure of sparking conversation. Getting comfy, she lifted her left leg to rest her chin on it. Artistry was a skill that had captivated Olette's attention to observe, bask, and enjoy. She truly haven't indulged in the arts, since she always busied herself with her studies, keeping herself busy, and running around with Hayner and Pence. The only personal one-on-one expression she had was brew-making; her lip pursed musing it over. Although bewing is an 'art' like making tea, it's really isn't expressive like art.
Atleast I like what I do...
"So do you live around here Namine, or are you from another world too?"
Holly smiled gleefully. "You wanna draw me? Okay! Oh, be sure not to forget my flower," she said, holding out her right hand, showing the two other girls the small red parasitic-plant-turned-magical-aid. "Olette, come here, get drawn with me, it's more fun with more people." Suddenly, a thought struck her. It was a longshot, but... She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She unfolded it carefully, and smoothed it gently. "Do you know who drew this?" It was a picture of a brown haired boy standing next to a bipedal dog and duck. It was her favorite picture out of all the drawings in the white room.
Namine stopped, her eyes slightly wide as she stared at the picture the unknown girl held before her. The brown-haired boy... It was him. Sora. Her first friend. She smiled, looking down at her sketchbook.
"Yeah, I know him. From a long time ago," she murmured as she drew. She concentrated, the crayon in her hand shifting colors as she worked on different parts. It only took a matter of minutes, but she handed the two a picture, complete. In it, a thousand scribbles made a picture clear as day, the two posing next to each other. "And to answer your question, I actually don't have a homeworld. But this place is so peaceful..."
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Aug 22, 2011 12:17:54 GMT -4
Olette peered at the picture Holly had and nearly chuckled at the memory of those three. Her mood perked once noting that Namine knows them too, "You know him too huh. I miss those three..."
She wondered if they will ever stop by like the used to. Too bad that Sora missed the previous struggle tournament; he would surely make it interesting and gave everyone a run for their orbs. Actually if she remembered correctly he did win the Struggle Belt and Trophy. Sure it made Hayner a bit sour, but he got over it quickly.
Her thoughts on the boys snapped like a hard pretzel at the blonde's next statement. She didn't have a homeworld...that's like not having a home. Was she in an orphanage or something? Where did she live? Where were her parents? "You don't have a home?"
It dampered Olette's mood abit trying to figure that one out, but it still left a bad taste that this girl has been alone for who knows how long and caught a few conversations with others who pass by like she did. "Sooo...where do you stay at?"
If it was becoming a norm for new commers to have no where to turn too, Olette may turn her Usual Hangout Spot with the gang as some sort of sanctuary; perhaps her mom wouldn't mind a few visitors; she bet she'll understand.
