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Post by Admin Courtney on Oct 21, 2012 23:03:05 GMT -5
Talon's eyes remained in a glare until Persy smiled. His expression softened. He didn't want to argue and neither did she. At least she was not longer shouting at him. He looked away from her to pull on his shirt and then do up his belt. He put the one sock on, ignoring how weird it was to wear his shoes when only one of his feet. At least now he was warmer.
"It's better because I'm hungry," Talon answered, then answered the rest of her questions without pause. "And I hunt because it's instinct. It's like a part of me really is a bird even when I'm not shifted. I can eat people food, but sometimes catching live animals is just better. It's like... I don't know to explain it. I eat at school, but sometimes I just get cravings. Speaking of..." He trailed off in a mutter and pulled out a cigarette and lighter, sticking the cigarette in his mouth and cupping his hand around the lighter so the light breeze drifting through the trees wouldn't put the flame out as he lit his smoke.
"I don't want to go to school," he told her, his voice mumbled as he spoke with the cigarette between his teeth.
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Post by anna411 on Oct 21, 2012 23:29:57 GMT -5
Persy saw his scowl disappear and relaxed too, gld they were on friendly terms again. She frowned when he said he was hingry though, and felt a stab of guilt for taking up so much of his day. The sun was low in the trees and it had to be long past lunchtime. She realized she was a little hungry herself.
She listened to hid explanation about instinct, curious. "That could actually come in really handy, being able to eat aas a bird," she commented. "Like, you could survive practically anywhere with no supplies. You can be a penguin and fish inthe arctic, or be one of those cactus birds in the desert. It's like the ultimate survival power." She watched him light a cigarette, following the smoke with her eyes as it swirled in the air above him. It reminded her of the morons at her old school, but also of Germany, where you saw so many more people smoking in the street and in stores and just everywhere. Practically no one ever smoked on this continent, for good reason, she supposed. But he looked good smoking. It suited him, she thought.
She heard him mumble about not wanting to go to school and sighed. "Oh come on. All this talk of hunting is making me hungry too now. Let's at least get food. Then I'll feel like a good person for saving some poor forest creature another day of life and you can eat instead of being dragged around tge forest while squirrels steal your socks," she said, smiling. "Come on!"
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Post by Admin Courtney on Oct 23, 2012 23:00:26 GMT -5
Talon nodded, and shrugged slightly. "Yeah, I guess," he said. "Sometimes I just prefer eating a critter than a sandwich though, you know? It's built into my DNA in some weird, complicated way, I suppose. Like all our powers are. The mutants that we are," he joked, then took another drag from his cigarette. Anyone he usually ran into in the forest would scold him for smoking in the midst of such nature, but so far Persy was really cool about it. She hadn't even wrinkled her nose once about it. Still, he made sure he was down wind. He wasn't about to allow another person to be exposed to secondhand smoke.
He rolled his eyes as she talked about saving the squirrels, but let out a breath of smoke in a sigh. "All right, fine. But I need something with meat to satisfy this craving you've given me," he warned her. "So no Tim Hortons and their sugary donuts and coffee."
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Post by anna411 on Oct 28, 2012 18:00:30 GMT -5
Persy nodded slowly, understanding what he meant even if she was still disgusted by the idea of hunting. "I know what you mean. It's like we can't even control part of our personalities... but then I guess sympathizing with your food is built into my DNA. So lemme be a vegetarian mutant here" She smiled. She watched him breathe out a puff of smoke that swirled in the air, pushed around by invisible air currents. There was something beautiful about it, even if it was killing his lungs as they spoke.
Persy recognized the name of the cafe she had gone to the day she arrived but the rest of the school week had been so busy she hadn't even left campus, so she didn't really know anything else around. "Hey, I've been here for a week," she answered. "I don't know the place that well. You're supposed to know these things, you tell me where's a good place to get food. And the forest doesn't count," she added jokingly. "Or we could just go to your school cafeteria, they probably wouldn't kick me out out or anything, right?" Would they? She tugged self-consciously at her hair, almost wishing for a moment that it was its boring mundane natural color that didn't scream "look at me," even though she knew she'd never change it. "Hey look at my hair!" was far better than "hey, look at how much money I have!"
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Post by Admin Courtney on Oct 29, 2012 19:27:57 GMT -5
"Are you actually a vegetarian?" Talon asked with raised eyebrows. He could not imagine giving up meat, especially since his avian self basically ate only that. Sure, some of the birds he could become lived happily on berries and small seeds, but to his vulture and his hawk and his eagle, rodents were where it was at. Although he did respect the food choices of others; he just did not like being berated for his diet or habits. The cigarette between his teeth especially. As if he didn't know the risks!
"The good food is in town, I guess." He scowled at her when she suggested his school's cafeteria. "Hey, remember when I said I didn't want to go to my school? Because I don't think you do."
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Post by anna411 on Nov 4, 2012 20:35:12 GMT -5
"I am," Persy answered. "I mean, I can't imagined eating something that I've shared the thoughts of, It's like cannibalism, or... I guess it's like you eating hawk meat. It's just not something I could do. Not eating meat isn't as bad as it seems, I suppose. You're just used to it, which makes sense." She had always felt a strong connection with animals, ever since she could remember, and Persy had refused to eat meat ever since she had found out what it was and how it had gotten to her plate. The thought of something dying to feed her was horrifying. She couldn't really blame him for wanting it though, as much as she couldn't blame a bird for hunting. Like her had said, these things were wired into their DNA.
"True enough," she replied to his comment about the school. "though I'm thinking Veritas can't be worse than Spiritus. We're the ones with no freedom of... anything and actual uniforms." She looked down at her jeans and shirt, glad to be finally able to pick her own clothes on the weekend. "You should've seen the hissy fit they threw over my hair. The only reason they didn't force me to dye it back was..." she stopped, realizing what she had been about to say. "my father's money and power." "I... never mind." She knew as she said it that that had sounded obviously like she was hiding something. It demanded an explanation. "I'm sorry. There's just... family stuff. That I don't really want to talk about. I'm sorry."
Trying to brighten the mood again, she smiled and turned in the direction that led to Cranbrook, or at least what she thought was the right direction. She really didn't know these woods that well, and she hoped she wasn't making a fool of herself. "To Cranbrook we go, then!"
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Post by Admin Courtney on Nov 7, 2012 21:16:36 GMT -5
Talon's eyes widened with horror at the thought of anyone eating hawk. It was basically imagining someone eating him. He hated when people talking about eating duck and turkey on Thanksgiving and Christmas and Easter and whatever other holidays people like to feast on dead birds. It was very unsettling.
"Oh, please don't mention that anymore," Talon said with a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. He had his clothes now, minus a sock, so he was fine temperature-wise. But the thought of eating birds was making him feel sick to the stomach.
He wrinkled his nose at the thought of uniforms. He liked to dress nice when he could afford to, although he was becoming more and more into jeans and hoodies, but he could never wear a uniform. He would downright refuse if he were to attend Spiritus. He had no idea what the school would do to him in that case, but he was relieved to not to have to find out.
"Uniforms suck," he simply said. "I don't envy you, that's for sure. I just don't like school in general."
He shrugged when she trailed off. "It's fine. If you don't want to talk about it you don't have to. I'll never pry into your life. I hate when people pry into mine."
He nodded and followed her along the path to Cranbrook. He could see a french vanilla coffee in his near future and was glad to be going into town with someone he did not hate. That was a rarity. But Persy could only be a friend to him. And not a close one. He would not risk his own personal and emotional stability by getting close to anyone he could lose. He couldn't handle it. Not again.
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