In the Wake of Summer Nights (Drowned Vandal, Amarlo, Intimate Ink, Aethyrium)
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				Title: <strong>In the Wake of Summer Nights (Drowned Vandal, Amarlo, Intimate Ink, Aethyrium)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>28-06-2022, 13:30:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><strong>Robin Elliot</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>Elle Greene</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>Carter Jak</strong></div></td><td><div align="center"><strong>Felix Elliot</strong></div></td></tr><tr><td>(https://imgur.com/7KVicRu.jpg)</td><td>(https://imgur.com/fWDMxpx.jpg)</td><td>(https://imgur.com/XpomhEn.jpg)</td><td>(https://imgur.com/prFeBaN.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><em>18 | 11.8.05</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>18 | 9.13.05</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>17 | 5.5.06</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>19 | 1.3.05</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><em>The Performer</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>The Nerd</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>The Jock</em></div></td><td><div align="center"><em>The Misfit</em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">by Intimate Ink</div></td><td><div align="center">by Amarlo</div></td><td><div align="center">by Drowned Vandal</div></td><td><div align="center">by Aethyrium</div></td></tr></tbody></table><br><em>In the summer of 2023 in Colorado, Camp Runamuk went sideways. An ancient and misunderstood magic gripped the wilderness, and fourteen teenagers become The Awakened. In a battle for both survival and understanding The Awakened pushed back against the encroaching magical forces being released into the world. By the end of the summer, the once legendary summercamp had been swallowed by the surrounding woodlands. With the memories and friendships formed over the twelve-week adventure, The Awakened returned to their various homes across the country, bound by a crazy whirlwind of action and emotion that no one else could hope to understand.<br><br>But some were bound by more.<br><br>In the months following Runamuk, Felix made good on a passing notion he'd presented to his brother - moving away from their stifling parents, and giving him the chance to live out his dream. Though it took some doing, about eight months after the conclusion of the summer camp that changed their lives, the group finds themselves on a new adventure... Adulthood. In Miami.<br><br>It's April of 2024, college is on the horizon. Oh and magic? It didn't stay in the woods.<br><br>(https://imgur.com/ji6g2Kq.jpg)</em></div><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img padding=5].jpg[/img][/floatleft][b]Name[/b]: [i][/i]<br>[b]Date | Time[/b]: [i]|[/i]<br>[b]Tagging[/b]: [i][/i]<br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Wake of Summer Nights (Drowned Vandal, Amarlo, Intimate Ink, Aethyrium)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>08-07-2022, 06:37:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VD81fZw.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elle Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281) <em></em><br><strong>Date | Time</strong>: <em> Saturday, April 13th | 9 amish</em><br><strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Felix, Open</em><br><hr>It was official. She was all moved in and had finally unpacked all of her stuff. It might have taken her a few more days than she had hoped, but it was done. Now she could finally relax – <i>or so she thought</i>. Elle was just too used to being busy to be able to relax. Not to mention all of that pent up combination of excitement and guilt. Guilt, because she had left so many loved ones and self-designated responsibilities behind. Excitement, because… Well, wasn’t it obvious? She had <i>both</i> Felix and Robin living in the same apartment as her – and said apartment was practically a luxury condo! <br><br>At least, from Elle’s point of view. Not only did she have her own room for the first time in her life, but it had a large closet <i>and</i> came with her own bathroom?! It was just <i>so beautiful</i>. She had never had so much privacy in her life. Nor this much space. Then there was the living room and the kitchen… Honestly, she was afraid to come out of her room. Afraid to <i>touch</i> anything. If you break if you buy it, right? Elle wasn’t sure she could afford to buy anything in this place… As a matter of fact, she was fairly certain that what was supposed to be her <i>fourth of the rent</i> was being subsidized by the others – or at least <i>something</i> else.<br><br>These were some of the thoughts that plagued her over the course of the night – now that she wasn’t so tired from unpacking that she immediately passed out. However, as she found herself spiraling into anxieties and things outside of her control, she pulled out her phone and began searching through the various things that Miami had to offer instead. The Frost Museum of Science, the Miami Seaquarium, the Vizcaya Museum and Gardens, the Wynwood Arts District and its Wall Art exhibit were some of the first things to catch her attention. However, as she dug deeper she found <i>so much more</i>. Ellie wanted to go Airboating across the everglades. She wanted to see the difference between the alligators and crocodiles of Florida first hand. She wanted to gorge herself on the cuisines of Little Havana. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to get fucked up at some basic bitch night club and dance the night away, or try something more upscale or classy. Either way, she was certain she would have ample opportunity to try all of the things! <br><br>That’s right – <i>All of the things</i>.<br><br>“<em>Felix~</em> Wake up…” The quiet and somewhat sleep deprived girl shook her new roomie’s shoulder gently. She wasn’t about to be <i>rude</i>. “Felix!” Placed both her hands flat against the bed beside him and shook the bed with all her puny might. “....” She squinted down at him while all she managed to receive was a grumbly groan as the boy – er, man? He was a man now that he was over 18, right? But he just seemed so cute and boyish… Thoughts for another time. Either way, he was clearly not waking fast enough. <br><br>For a moment she just stared down at him, sifting her way through the list of ways she typically woke up her younger siblings when they refused to get up for school. <i>This</i> was different. Felix wasn't someone who's life she was held accountable for. Felix was... Well, <i>her best and most cherished</i> friend. The thought made her pause, but then something more mischievous gleamed in her eyes. <i>Of course</i>, how could she have forgotten. She knew the <i>perfect</i> way to wake him up...<br><br>“<em>Felix~</em>” Elle crawled her way up onto his bed, “Oh, <em>Felix</em>...” and then up over top of his vulnerable, sleeping form. “Wake up, bestie!” The mattress jostled as she bounced upon her hands and knees. “Felix! Felix! Felix! Felix!” The girl cried, bouncing the entire bed every single time she spoke his name. “C’moooon, I wanna play!” Boy, did this feel nostalgic all of a sudden… “I made coffee…” She tempted with a syrupy sweet voice and a big ol’ grin. <br><br>To think it was finally here – the days she would get to live with her best friend. To some peace and quiet, no less. Until <i>she</i> got to one or two of them, at least. She was about to pinch herself, she was <i>obviously</i> dreaming. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Wake of Summer Nights (Drowned Vandal, Amarlo, Intimate Ink, Aethyrium)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>09-07-2022, 10:23:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dnqbZ3W.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: <em>Robin Elliot</em><br><strong>Date | Time</strong>: <em>Saturday, April 13th | 0900 (EST)|</em><br><strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Open</em><br><hr><br>It was official. He had already moved in and unpacked all of his stuff. Now he was faced with the ultimate question: was it noble to pursue his dreams, or were Robin’s parents right in their disappointment when he predictably turned his back on college and instead aspired to live the life of an actor?<br><br>It wasn’t that Robin imagined things would come easy. If anything, Robin tried to be blunt with himself when considering prospects: he hadn’t forgotten, after all, pursuing summer camp across multiple state lines in the hopes of a wild romance with a cute boy. That… Well, it didn’t end <em>badly</em>, fortunately, but Robin was reminded quickly that life was a lot more complicated than fantasy.<br><br>Robin was prepared for reality this time - even if it was reality mixed with a dose of lingering magic. He could tell at least some of his roommates were still waking up as he returned home. There was a filming of a new season of Dexter: New Blood, and Robin had to be at Crandon Beach at seven in the morning if he wanted the hope of being chosen as an extra; it was obvious given the time of his return that it was a failed effort. Robin tried to rationalize that it was for the best - he’d been working the last six nights serving food to barking tourists, and every muscle in his feet and back felt tense. Robin could use the rest. Still, it didn’t feel like good fortune. <br><br>He could hear the rustling of Elle and Felix, and that was enough for him to leave that nest undisturbed. He sucked in a breath at the question of what CJ might be doing; given the never-quite-closed space between him and the athlete over the summer, Robin had done his best to steel himself for the potential of a morning where it was clear that CJ had not slept alone. He told himself it would not bother him, but oh - it would. It definitely would.<br><br>”How are you doing, Fellow?” Robin checked in on the mummy who was still lounging in his bed, enjoying the slow morning that Robin’s desire to be on screen had denied him. ”Bully treating you okay?” The stuffed mummy gave a ginger nod. Fellow had not exactly been Bully’s greatest fan at camp, but Robin suspected that had everything to do with his own pining for Bully’s keeper. They’d get used to each other now, right?<br><br>Robin dismissed Fellow to the plushies desire for more napping, instead opting to make some coffee since he had no hopes of returning to sleep while he lingered over every decision that may have cost him a role. The Maxwell House wasn’t exactly the fancy beans he grew up smelling in his parents house, but it would likely keep him awake and help him ignore how sore he was, and for the moment that was enough of a panacea for him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Wake of Summer Nights (Drowned Vandal, Amarlo, Intimate Ink, Aethyrium)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>16-07-2022, 14:55:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/prFeBaN.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: <em>Felix Elliot</em><br><strong>Date | Time</strong>: <em>Saturday, April 13th | 9am</em><br><strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Elle, Robin, Open</em><br><hr>It was official. He had moved in and already unpacked all of his stuff. It had been quick, no doubt, he’d been the first to finish - but had there ever been any doubt that’d be the case? Afterall the whole thing had been his idea, if anyone was prepared for it, it was Felix. <em>And</em> he did good improvising, adapting to rapidly changing circumstances. It certainly didn’t help that there just wasn’t a whole lot for him to bring. It’s not that Felix didn’t own things, it’s just that he in large part decided to make as clean a break from everything that came before as possible. His parents had certainly not been thrilled he was leaving a bunch of stuff behind, but then they weren’t happy about the situation to begin with so what was one more little upset.<br><br>Unfortunately that had left him with an excess of time to ponder what was <em>next</em>.<br><br>The truth was that Felix was feeling aimless. He was a good soccer player to be certain, but good enough to go pro? If he was being realistic, probably not. Maybe. But even then, it’s such a small following in the states - comparatively, anyway. Was he going to leave the country for a shot? Certainly not, he wouldn’t put that strain on him and Robin. College was around the corner now, but Felix was struggling to find the will to engage with it - it didn’t feel like his calling. But if not the sports he’d long loved, and not a higher education, then what? These thoughts had kept him up last night, and several others before.<br><br>“<strong>Nnnmgh…</strong>” He rolled over at the first shake.<br><br>When the bouncing and name chanting starts, Felix’s eyes pop open and blink a few times as he takes in Elle’s form over him. Bouncing. Wait. Is she. No. He blinks a few more times, “<strong>What? Elle, what… What?</strong>” He groggy stammers, as his brain kicks on. He reaches out and shoves at her shoulders, so he has space to sit up. Squinting, one eye nearly closed, he scans the room and looks at the cracked door. “<strong>Coffee? Okay. Let’s do that.</strong>” He holds out a hand and points toward the door.<br><br>He shakes his head to knock the sleep out finally, then yawns loud and obnoxious. He reaches both hands up over his head and links his fingers, twisting in a stretch. There need to be proper ones, but given Elle’s hyperactivity he doesn’t suspect he’s going to have the opportunity for that right now. “<strong>Sleep good?</strong>” He drops a hand to his neck, craning his head far to the other side and rubbing the stretched muscle. “<strong>What time is it?</strong>” He reaches for his phone on the nightstand and tugs it into his lap, “<strong>Holy shit,</strong>” Felix flings his legs from bed and gets to his feet, shoving the phone into his pocket. “<strong>Why’d you let me sleep so long?!</strong>” He verbally jabs at her, grinning, “<strong>Come on, let’s get out of here.</strong>” Felix bends back over the bed, snatches her wrist and all but yanks her off it and to her feet.<br><br>“<strong>Morning.</strong>” He calls to Robin as he gently slings Elle into the central space, shutting his bedroom door. Barefoot he pads toward the kitchen, brushing down and smoothing the - mostly - buttoned button down he slept in. “<strong>Didn’t you have that casting thing today, how’d that go?</strong>” Right to the coffee pot, Felix pours himself a mug.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Wake of Summer Nights (Drowned Vandal, Amarlo, Intimate Ink, Aethyrium)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowned Vandal</strong> on <strong>31-07-2022, 20:13:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZkUqzm7.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/HDfKZf7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Carter Jak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145246#msg16145246) &amp; Bully</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose fitting shorts, sneakers and a tank-top. A stainless steel cross hangs from his neck<br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>Saturday, April 13th; Morning</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Open </em><br><hr><br>The idea of moving in was not appealing at first. Felix had however insisted, several times. Things were weird, Robin showing up at camp and Bully existing at all. After camp had ended there were temptations to open that old message chain with Robin, the one that had pictures he’d otherwise deleted from his phone for fear of being found out. Amusingly the name he’d given Robin in his phone was Kurt, his cousin's name. The idea od=f that had amused Bully to the pont he laughed for a full hour, Cj had not considered how that would look if someone actually opened the texts.<br><br>Unlike the others that were just waking up CJ was heading back. Gym bag was slung over his shoulder. The white gym tank he wore had sweat stains developed under his armpits and his shoes had seen better days at this point. The workout however, kept his mind clear. He had some time before classes started and his part time work at the Christian themed store down the way was hardly enough to keep his thoughts from wandering.<br><br>He used his teeth to pull the stopper up on the water bottle he took with him and held it above his mouth, some of the contents spilling out over his face but he didn’t seem to really care. If anything it was refreshing in the oppressive heat that already hit in April. He grabbed the doorknob and shoved it open with his shoulder. As he took several steps inside his bag started to rumble and bully poked his head out gasping for air. “Fuck, can’t you bring a second bag instead of shoving me in the same one as your sweaty socks and underwear?” The bully cried out. CJ’s brows furrowed. “I told you not to talk like that. And you wanted to come.” He dropped his bag at the door and grinned a bit at Felix.<br><br>“I said I didn’t want to be left in those crusted sheets and not shove me face first into your dirty underwear.” Cj’s face turned a bit red and he just nudged the gym bag. “Come on, man.”<br><br>He walked over to do the very fraternal handshake he’d taken up with the older of the two siblings. “Looks like everyone is finally up.” He smiled a bit as he started to look through the cabinets for a post workout snack.&nbsp; He noticed Robin quickly, eyeing him up and down and throwing his head back in greeting. Bully whistled loudly in the background. Cj just sucked his teeth and pretended to not listen to Felix and Robin talk about how his casting thing went.<br><br>Eventually Cj gave up trying to find something pre-made and took to pulling out some eggs and cheese from the fridge. “Who's hungry?” He’d start making his own even if no one else wanted some. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Wake of Summer Nights (Drowned Vandal, Amarlo, Intimate Ink, Aethyrium)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>02-08-2022, 05:07:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VD81fZw.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elle Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281) <em></em><br><strong>Date | Time</strong>: <em> Saturday, April 13th | 9 amish</em><br><strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Felix, Robin, Fellow, CJ, Bully, Open</em><br><hr>Elle readily fell back and sat aside his knees when Felix’s groggy mind kicked in enough to push her away. She couldn’t help but laugh at how confused he looked. “Welcome to the world of the living.” She teased, grinning from ear to ear – mostly because he looked so cute when he was half asleep. It made her feel nostalgic. All those times the two of them had sleepovers when they were kids. Ellie had always been an early riser – <del>Felicia</del> Felix, not so much. So Elle frequently took it upon herself to make sure they could make the most of the day they had together. <br><br>And now they lived right next door to each other. It was bold of all three of these boys to live so close to her without locked doors. If Robin hadn’t already been awake, he probably would have been the next to get attacked. Naturally, besties had to get gotted first though. “Yup, fresh coffee. I started brewing it just before I came in here.” Aah, this made her miss her siblings. Usually <i>they</i> would be the ones she was waking up right about now. Actually, probably earlier. Felix was lucky she waited around until 9.<br><br>“Nope,” She settles onto the edge of the bed and mirrors his long yawn. “Not at all.” And yet, regardless, she still seems to be in high spirits. Then again, maybe it was all the caffeine…? “It’s somewhere around ni–” She trails off at his alarm and blinks. “I didn’t know I shouldn’t have!” The redhead squeaks and hops out of the way so he had plenty of room to get out of bed. A moment later and she was being dragged right back out of his room. <br><br>“Hey!” She snorted when she was suddenly slung into the living room like a bag of groceries. “Rude!” She turns back and shoves at his shoulder. How dare he manhandle her? <i>Humph!</i> “Morning.” She echoes a greeting to Robin, even if she saw him earlier when she was putting coffee on. His induction into whatever she and Felix were doing to each other was enough to make her perk with interest. “You had an audition?” That was exciting, right?<br><br>Except Robin didn’t look very excited. Was this one of those things actors did to trick their friends into thinking they didn’t get it so they could surprise them? <br><br>“Oh, oh! I’m <i>starving</i>.” The energetic girl bounced her way toward CJ and the bar. The idea that such a stuffy guy might actually <i>cook</i> something for her was perhaps the most amusing thing of the morning. “What are you making?” It looked like eggs thus far. That was more than fine with her. She practically lived off eggs and bread back home. Eggs were cheap protein and nutrients. Good fatty acids as well. Not to mention there was a <i>ton</i> you could do with them. <br><br>Speaking of morning breakfast, Elle glanced at the coffee maker. “Coffee’s done if anyone wants some.” She decided to add onto CJ’s offer. “Want me to get some toast going?” She offered CJ in particular. Might as well help him get breakfast going. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Wake of Summer Nights (Drowned Vandal, Amarlo, Intimate Ink, Aethyrium)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>09-08-2022, 07:19:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dnqbZ3W.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: <em>Robin Elliot</em><br><strong>Date | Time</strong>: <em>Saturday, April 13th | 0900 (EST)|</em><br><strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Open</em><br><hr><br>Reflexively, Robin smiles at the mention of the audition. Apparently he’s still not too far away in either time or distance from California to not automatically want to look chipper for his parents when it comes to talking about his future life plans. Still, the smile feels awkward on his face as soon as he makes it - not to mention that he’s looking at Felix, and his brother has a way of sensing when Robin is being ingenuine. (Idly, Robin muses that if he truly wishes to be a good actor, he should probably start with figuring out how to actually get Felix to buy a lie from him…. Nah, maybe magic is in the world, but some feats still feel wholly impossible.)<br><br>“Yeah, I had an audition… of sorts.” Robin is not sure whether it should be more or less deflating to be quickly sorted away by what look the director wants for the cast that day. Whatever it was this morning, he didn’t seem to have what it took. No, not even to simply be in the background in hopes of being selected to be one of those <em>super</em> special extras-with-lines.<br><br>”They were… concerned that with my leading man smile and great acting acumen I’d likely upstage the likes of Michael C. Hall, though, so they sent me home.” Robin sighs into his cup, trying to exchange any lingering feelings of defeat with the aroma of coffee. He lets his eyes refocus from Felix to Elle. She looks like she’s expecting… something, and for the first time in some time he feels wordless around her. ”I had an audition.” Reflecting words back at people sometimes felt like a way to not look like his mind suddenly has gone blank with anxiety. Robin tried not to consider how effective it is, as it just would be a reason to get more anxious.<br><br>CJ and Bully of course are close at hand, and even though Robin tells himself not to acknowledge Bully’s commentary, which clearly makes CJ uncomfortable, he instead hears himself say, ”I’m doing a load of whites later if you have anything you want to give me anything to throw in.” Robin blinks once trying to exorcize his own mind of intruding thoughts that he suspects will make CJ no more comfortable than some of Bully’s commentary. He glances at Fellow, furrowing a brow as the mummy seems to be retreating further back into the room. It’s tempting to make him talk to Bully, to try and condition him into thinking the so-called threatening member of the household isn’t that bad. Then again, Robin realizes that his parents often did the same thing with him and strangers and it usually did no good.<br><br>”Sure, I’ll take some eggs. Uh.. maybe not the toast, though, thanks.” Oh, but he wants some toast. He wants the hell out of some toast. If only he had not heard that snitty agent talking about how any self-respecting actor or actress in Miami had already sworn off bread for life. That’s right, contrary to the room’s popular belief, the true threat to civilization did not lie with forces in Colorado threatening to wipe humans off the map for their eco-deconstructive ways. No, the final form of evil is, apparently, a loaf of sandwich bread. <br><br>”Anyone have any plans for the day?” Robin feels exhausted. He does not want to do anything but sleep after six straight days of working, but admitting that feels like conceding defeat in some way. It does not help that CJ is sweating and looking all active while Elle’s energy is causing her to almost float through the kitchen. At least Felix looks a bit closer to how Robin still feels. ”The County Fair is going on and admission is cheap.” He adds as an afterthought, ”Work also gave me some comp tickets to the pride festival if we wanted.” The truth is Robin thought that the pride festival might do Felix some good after hearing the shit their parents gave him for transitioning. Unfortunately, he also suspected that CJ would immediately crawl under a rock, if he went at all… and Bully wouldn’t let that one go for weeks.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Wake of Summer Nights (Drowned Vandal, Amarlo, Intimate Ink, Aethyrium)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aethyrium</strong> on <strong>16-08-2022, 17:36:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/prFeBaN.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: <em>Felix Elliot</em><br><strong>Date | Time</strong>: <em>Saturday, April 13th | 9am</em><br><strong>Tagging</strong>: <em>Open</em><br><hr>Robin is lying. But Felix has decided he’s going to let his little brother have this one. More than ever before Felix is coming to terms with the difficulty of what next - if not putting it out there is easier for him, so be it. This time.<br><br>Felix separated from Elle as they got to the kitchen, and found his way to one of the chairs. While he was certainly not one to rely on people serving him, space was precious and between CJ and Elle being all up in the business of the kitchen, he wasn’t going to try and make his way through that. Besides, who didn’t like getting served. “<strong>Coffee and food both sound great.</strong>” He says, idle to the energetic pair. There should probably be a thank you attached, but his thoughts had already moved on. Had Elle noticed… No. She wouldn’t be so cool if she had. Felix props his elbows on the counter and lays his forehead into his palms.<br><br>A county fair does sound like it might be nice. Out of the house, at least. But Robin pointing out the cheap price of admission almost makes Felix visibly wince. And then comes the smell of eggs. <em>Again</em>. Comp tickets - even though pride festival <em>did</em> sound like a wonderful time - another hand out. It’s been a week and Felix has already come to the decision that he’s not cut out to be poor. It’s not like he and Robin had come from a wealthy family, but they’d certainly not known tremendous wanting… Well, except for parents' acceptance and understanding. But monetarily! Breakfast was more nuanced than a daily serving of eggs. This was like being at Elle’s house all over again!<br><br>That <em>was</em> rude. Felix groaned.<br><br>“<strong>Those sound fun.</strong>” He pipes up, dropping his hands just in time to receive a mug of coffee from Elle. Even the coffee was poor. Felix stares for a bit longer than is needed at his own reflection in the glossy black liquid, before he goes about making it taste more like soda than coffee - creamer and sugar go a long way to helping alleviate the nonsense. “<strong>I don’t have any plans.</strong>” Which is like eighty percent the problem! But what’s putting it off another day? The quintet could use a day relaxing together. As fun as pride sounds, Felix has the same impression about CJ that Robin does, and so he suggests the opposite, “<strong>Let’s hit the fair.</strong>”<br><br>He grins Elle, “<strong>I’ll win you a new stuffed animal.</strong>” Hearing about leaving Mr. Pringles back with her sister made sense - though Felix had questioned if leaving a talking magical stuffy with a child was really a good plan. Certainly he’d have done the same with Hissy at one point, but in the months following camp he’d come to find a new sort of reliance on the snake. And CJ and Bully were basically inseparable - though how much of that was because Bully was stubborn and CJ couldn’t say no was harder to tell. “<strong>Maybe we can set up a game and see if anyone wants to win Bully.</strong>” He taunts the ox.
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