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Post by Garion DeLuse on Oct 28, 2009 20:31:31 GMT -5
Garion was conflicted with keeping up his tiresome 'poor little orphan' facade, or showing off his vast knowledge of the buses he seemed to be going on quite a few times a week. He contemplated the problem seriously, acknowledging the fact that Peyton was more than likely not a student of the Academy. There had to be other schools around the area, and she really didn't look like someone supernatural.
Then again, neither did he.
"Knife jackings? What a wonderful thing to tell a ten year old you just met" Garion said sardonically. His face broadened into a grin in spite of himself, and he threw all pretense of wary defense out the window.
He ignored Peyton's question, still trying to decide whether to continue being an orphan. Instead he countered with another question.
"So where do you go to school?"
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Post by Peyton Howard. on Jan 10, 2010 8:47:17 GMT -5
It was a good thing that Peyton had never been good at keeping track of anything, the financial side of her 'business' a prime example of this; she'd recently had to employ someone else to manage the books. She was rather persistent though, and for as long as Garion continued to remain looking like he was an orphan, or something, then she wasn't like to forget that he was a ten year old alone on the streets. Plus, that fact was kind of blatant anyway.
"Welcome to the real world, kid," she teased, emphasizing a fake drawl. The grin she quirked tugged a little higher though and she found that he was funny, in a distinctly sarcastic, stand-up comic kind of way; and that she rather had the urge to ruffle his hair. It was an immensely curious compulsion.
"Uhm, I go to this place called The Academy. That's it. Like Cher or Madonna, you know?" she answered, having no prior inclination to keep the place a secret.
"It's..somewhere around here. I've actually never been to Washington before." She pulled a face at that. Peyton had a slight tan that she carried around all year, one that darkened considerably in the summer months and the top of her hair was light from where the sun had touched it too many time; she was from a part of the coast that didn't see too much cloud or rain. Washington was a far cry from what she was used to or what she preferred.
"Maybe I'll just call a cab later."
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Feb 1, 2010 0:41:14 GMT -5
Garion was in the middle of trying to think of something witty to say about knife jackings when Peyton's reply drop kicked him in the head. The Academy? Seriously? This was just too good to be true. Peyton was starting to grow on Garion, and now that he could be a 100% sure that she wasn't some random thief off the street peddling drugs, he hoped that the age difference wouldn't stand in the way of a possible friendship.
His mouth had gone a little agape, and his eyes had widened. Realizing this quickly, Garion regained his composure.
Just who was this Peyton anyway? At first she was a bit of a sulky brat, but then she turned into a street smart realist... Garion wasn't built for these kind of people. For people who had complex and hidden layers. That's not to say that he wasn't used to people having actual personalities, but the usually personalities slowly revealed themselves gradually, giving Garion time to asses the situation in the back of his mind.
Garion couldn't really analyze this girl with any degree of accuracy, so he decided to stop trying.
But the news that this girl was supernatural... that could be used for dramatic effect. In fact, windows of dramatic opportunity presented themselves to Garion, who had read enough books and watched enough movies to see how this kind of thing was done.
The effect had to be subtle... if she noticed it too early there was no build up, no 'how long has that been there?'. Of course, things rarely worked out like in books, but it could be worth a try.
"Just 'the Academy'? Kind of obnoxious, don't you think" His words were just a distraction as he focused on lifting her hair up ever so slightly with his mind, slowly but surely.
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Post by Peyton Howard. on Feb 24, 2010 22:15:32 GMT -5
In 2005, Peyton and the rest of the Howard family had spent an entire summer in Vietnam. It wasn't summer there, of course, but the weather was balmy even when it rained.While her parents had been busy helping the impoverished villagers, Nick and Jared (mainly just Nick) took her to the streets and taught her the art of pickpocketing. While Alex got stuck with the younger, yet equally if not more so at that time, deranged Bradley Badass, she got to live the thug life, Viet style bitchez.
She knew her shit, hands down, so when she felt a draft along the nape of her neck, she didn't just dismiss it. It was a crying shame though, that Peyton could be more than a little daft. She merely rubbed the back of her neck and patted down her hair, making a small noise in lieu of commenting about the wind.
"Dunno, they're strange," and she didn't really care much for them anyway. If the school hadn't been designed specifically to house freaks like her, then she wouldn't have bothered going at all. There was also the fact that at the time of her admittance, the school had been located in London and she had been looking to expand her fledgling narcotics empire to Europe, and pretty much anyone who knew her knew that that was the real reason she bothered to travel all the way away from home.
"Hey, you wanna share that cab ride with me? I can show you my student pass if it makes you feel any better. I just don't want you to walk home by yourself; it's getting colder now and you're gonna find even more miserable people than me out there."
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