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Silleh Boy

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I told them I could be anything...
« on: May 25, 2015, 07:27:34 am »

So I became a God.


The steady rhythmic clatter of a train running over tracks filled the carriage as scenery passed by, daubed orange and gold by the dying light of a setting sun.

It was to be your last chance to see a sunset in such a manner for some time, to see it filtering through distant trees, casting shadows over the farmlands that lined the train tracks. Oh, those farmlands had seen better days to be sure, but even parched as they were by the dry summer as it gave way to autumn, they were infinitely preferable to where you were going.

Your hands moved to the windows, pale skin - much paler than the average person your age - pressed to the windows as your hands left their mark. A thousand handprints left by a thousand people.
A thousand travellers over a thousand miles.

It was the mark they left, their way of connecting with those that came after them, sitting on the same thread bare seat they had used, facing the same plastic windows that bore the smudges of their passing.
As well as the occasional smiley face drawn in condensation and oils from their skin.

Amongst more unwholesome things.

Oh, what you would give to be able to bask in this moment a little longer, you told yourself as the rattle of the carriage over the tracks changed in pitch, as the farmland gave way, briefly, to the metal railings of a bridge.

Shadows and sunlight played across your features as you dared to smile, a hopeful smile as you told yourself that everything was going to be fine. The supportive girders that held this bridge firm's shadows gave way once more to unbroken sunlight as the dim orange glow started to dip beneath the horizon.

It would be night soon and you would be in an unfamiliar city, starting your new life.

This brought an uncertainty to you that you didn't care for, the grip of anxiety in your stomach that threatened to give way to panic as you tried to tell yourself that it wasn't as bad as it seemed. You had been uprooted, you were special, you were different, they wanted you to come down to London for tests, to make sure there was nothing wrong with you before they offered you work worthy of whatever talents you possessed.

At least that was the story you had, the reality of it was that you didn't know what exactly to expect.

You hadn't exactly had a choice in the matter, as the armed police officers at either end of the carriage attested to.

It was a "Ma-a'er o' Bri-ish Securee-tee" as they had put it to you and youhad little choice but to believe that they had your best interests at heart.

Heavens knew you needed a decent job though, a chance to bring in money that your family needed. A good job meant you could send some home, that you could see to it that your mother, your father, your sister could stop worrying about making ends meet.

No, no amount of distracting yourself was going to shake that anxiety now it had taken root, you needed to do something more than simply sitting there waiting for everything to fall into your lap.

"Excuse me?" you started as you rose from your seat, pulling the worn powder blue hoodie you wore a little tighter about yourself. "I feel sick, could I go to the bathrooms, please?" asked, in as polite a manner as you could. They had to keep an eye on you, but there was no reason for them to make your life hard if you showed them the same basic respect you would any other. They were just doing their job after all.

"Ah, can't hold it?" the one officer responded as they reached for the keys on their belt to unlock the door to the neighbouring compartment. "We're not that far from the station, but... But..." the man trailed off for a moment as he glanced out the window "Bloody vultures. Anyway, lets get you to the facilities before you're sick."

Even as the words left his mouth you glanced towards the window, hoping to capture a glimpse of the horror the man had so casually dismissed. "Vultures, out this early?" you mumbled, as you lurched towards the window, face plastered against it as you sought out the dark form of the bird in vain.

"Yeah, bloody things have been spreadin', they're not as bad as they used to be though. Stick mostly to eatin' pidgeons an' shittin' on tourists," the man laughed as he placed a hand on your shoulder - it was likely supposed to be a reassuring gesture, yet you couldn't help but feel small in tis moment, intimidated by the form of the man that towered over you almost claustrophobically. "Come on, maybe we can get you a bottle of water or somethin' if the staff are still servin'."

You could feel all eyes on you as you were marched out of the carriage, you form seeming small compared to that of the man behind you - a man that was twice as broad as you, as well as several inches taller than you.

A man that you were frankly glad to be away from as you ducked into the meager bathroom.

Was he more than human?
Was he one of those people that had been brought down here on a similar summons to yourself, given work and put out on the streets using whatever talents he possed to help safeguard the 'common man'?

You didn't know, you didn't think you wanted to either, as there was something off about him.

Slumping against the wall of the bathroom, you took a moment to glance at he graffitti that broke up the sparse, but grubby walls. Phone numbers, poorly spelled insults towards other people, pictures of genitals.
Lovely.
Humanity was still maintaining a level of charm and class that could only be described as inspirational.

It made you want to be a better person - than them.

It was a low bar to aim for, but it was one you could accomplish.

For the first time in what felt like hours, you reached to draw the hood of the worn garment you wore down, taking the moment to look in the mirror as your tired features looked back at you.

The question was, who was the person that looked back at you?
Were you male or female?
What colour hair framed your pale features?
What colour eyes, tired as they were, stared back at you?
What was your name?


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Re: I told them I could be anything...
« Reply #1 on: May 25, 2015, 09:29:13 am »

((On a completely OOC note... it's great to see that you're back and writing again. I loved reading through your past suggestion game, and I'm really excited to see where this one goes.))

Anyway, character ideas were never my strong point, but...

Gender: Female
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Name: Alyssa (if abbreviated, she prefers Liss to Alice)
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Re: I told them I could be anything...
« Reply #2 on: May 25, 2015, 01:17:23 pm »

Gender: Female
Hair: Brown with light green tips
Eyes: Left eye dark brown, right eye bright green
Name: Kirae Vantol
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Re: I told them I could be anything...
« Reply #3 on: May 25, 2015, 02:05:44 pm »

Woah.  Uhh...

((On a completely OOC note... it's great to see that you're back and writing again. I loved reading through your past suggestion game, and I'm really excited to see where this one goes.))

Anyway, character ideas were never my strong point, but...

Gender: Female
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Name: Alyssa (if abbreviated, she prefers Liss to Alice)

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« Reply #4 on: May 25, 2015, 06:53:13 pm »

Piercing was the blue of the eyes that gazed back at you from the grubby mirror, piercing and defiant, regardless of the clear signs of fatigue that that you felt, that manifested themselves as plain as day upon your pale features. Those features were one that had been described before as an echo of the nordic beauty.

Beautiful was not how you would have described yourself, though others disagreed, you believed yourself to be more average and those that held you to be beautiful to be aiming to win more than just your approval.

Well, apart from your father - when he said that you were a beautiful young lady you could never quite bring yourself to argue with him as there was something, just something, about the tone of his voice that told you that you had never ceased to be his little princess.

Your stomach lurched with the train, the taste of bile in the back of your throat reminding you that you had never been one for travel as a gentle curve in the track threatened to be your undoing.

You missed your father, your mother too, even your sister - right now you'd have done anything to be back home with them.
Well, almost anything - you still wouldn't let your sister play with your things.
It wasn't that you didn't love her, it was that she had a habit of misplacing them.
She was only five though, and well, you couldn't help but feel jealous that despite how things were financially strained back home, that your father was intent on treating her like a little princess, too.

"Ugh, my hair's a mess," you muttered to nobody in particular as your fingers ran through blonde locks, attempting to straighten out hours of what your hoodie had inflicted upon them. The disgust in your reflections features was evident enough, telling you that this, this minor concern, was the thing you needed to latch onto at this moment to quell your anxiety, to try and fight that growing nausea that you felt deep down.

Straighten, twirl, adjust.
Muss, tease, flick back.

Minute after long minutes trickled by as your hair slowly became more presentable, as you made yourself look like you were a cut above the average brat on the streets. You should have removed your hoodie, but in doing so you'd doom yourself to another fix job for your hair.

Your brushes were back home and your hindsight was perfect - you'd been told to come as you were, that everything you needed during your evaluations would be provided.

You had your imitation brand music player though, so you had that going for you.

The earbud headphones were plucked from your pocket, threaded up under the bulk of your old hoodie and placed about your neck for later.  At least between the endless tests they were bound to make you do, you'd have something to occupy yourself with.

"We're nearin' the station, might want to 'urry up in there," came the voice of the officer on the other side of the bathroom door, providing a sharp reminder that you were about to hit one of the... Nicer... Stations on the outskirts of London.
A quick glance out of the windows was stolen over the dimly illuminated scenery, allowing you to see some of the outlying housing that had been erected fairly recently to accomodate the ever growing capital city.

Come to London, see the birthplace of the new age they said.
It was a load of shit, it was an excuse to push a new calendar and rebrand everything periodically when things grew stale. An event back in victorian times, a war, an excuse to overblow the events surrounding the appearance of the dark creatures that had frankly, grown tame over the following years.

Vultures, dangerous as they were, had become more inclined to scavenge from bins and eat pidgeons than attack people and then enlightened had gone around telling people that they were the immortal sons and daughters of the new age, an age without gods.
They were just some legitimised cult, one that had gained a position of power through methods nobody quite understand - one that the current government wanted to cut funding to and promised to get rid of, as their election promises said.
Yet every time they were questioned on the matter they said it came second to things such as the NHS and unemployment.
The story never changed, only the faces.

"I'll be out in a minute," you called back as you pulled your shoulder length hair back behind your ears, paused, then allowed it to fall back into position where it would as it framed your face once more. You looked awful with your hair pulled back that way.

Click went the lock on the door as you stepped from it, looking frankly little better than before.

"Ah, there y' are," came the voice of one of the officers - both of them were present now, both of them stood ready in their standard issue body armour with their faces partially obscured by standard issue helmets. With the helmets you couldn't differntiate between the pair as you hadn't paid them attention enough to do so, all you could hope to do was use the serial number on their shoulder as a guide to tell you who was...
Six two three-alpha-one... No, neither of them started that way, it was a lost cause.

"Ever been to London?" the other asked as they placed a hand upon your shoulder, filling you with a sense of dread as you were marched, with all eyes upon you, towards the carriage that you had come from initially.

"No, I almost went to scotland once though. Thought better of it," you laughed nervously, though neither of the men reacted in the slightest.

"Okay, protocol dictates that as you're a... What do they call it, a blip?"
"Nah, the official term fer them is unknown, 'till they've tested them. Blip's jus' the term th' people who find them use, somethin' about radar," the other responded to the first, as if you were not there.
"Right, you're an unknown right now, got picked up by the boys and girls in the special division-"
"That's not-" the second started, only to be dismissed with a wave of the first's hand.
"Putting it how she'll understand it, do you think usin' all the internal lingo'll click with 'er?"
"I guess not, bu-"
"Shut it. Now, where was I. Right, special boys and girls picked you up, think there's somethin' to you. You get brought down here, ran through some aptitude tests. If you're actually special, we give you a nice job suitin' your talents, good pay, housin' provided for y' till you can get a place of y' own."
"And if nothing's special about me?" you asked, feeling a rising sense of unease in the pit of your stomach once more.
"We send you back home with a little certificate sayin' words to the effect of you're not special, so next time th' boys show up, you can tell them t' fuck-"
"Language," the second snapped as the first no doubt glared at him.
"You get to show them your papers and tell them to leave you alone unless they think they're onto something. Sometimes positives look like false positives during initial tests. Don't like letting people slip through the cracks. Anyway, if you ain't special, you get sent home like that, with a little compensation for the time wasted based on the average wage. Can't be stiffin' people out of potential earnings and such, you'd have the guilds up in arms."

With this ringing in your ears, the train pulled into the station, a concrete and steel shell that had been erected in a hurry by the contractor willing to cut the most corners for cost. Flaking blue paint had been daubed over the steel girders that arched up and over the tracks, bracing the concrete platforms with what looked like temporary shelters made permanant.

"She's not lookin' too great. Slap the cuffs on'er," came the one officers voice, prompting you to look back at them, your expression questioning why.
"Trust me on this, kid, it ain't protocol an' they'll be pissed that we made a snowflake ride all th' way 'ere in cuffs. They'll bend over backward t' make sure y' ain't goin' t' report shit," came the mans voice as he reached for his belt, retriving a pair of scuffed looking magnetic cuffs.
You couldn't really resist, so you knew it was in your best interests to comply in this scenario - it wasn't your first time wearing these, either, for that matter. You'd been in trouble for minor things before, been cuffed and secured against a railing before being let off with a warning.
You were truly bad.
Trespassing on abandoned private property.
Slippery slope to murder, no doubt.

The cuffs fastened securely about your wrists as the powerful magnets were activated, then against each other as your arms were crossed comfortably before you, leaving you stood there before the door awaiting your ultimate fate.

Would those at the station be as kind as you hoped, or was reality about to come crashing down about you once more?

Clack, clack... Clack.
The train came to a halt as the muffled speakers outside warbled their announcement, Feh-taain-fahm-naaf... No, you couldn't make out any of it beyond that, but it didn't matter. Suits and officers were approaching your carriage from the outside, suits, sunglasses and bad haircuts.
Click went the door leading to the outside world, followed by screaming, anger and yelling.

"What the hell do you idiots think you're doing!?" screamed the lead suit, a scrawny man with sparse brown hair and cheap sunglasses. He wore black sunglasses at night, just because... No, you shouldn't distract yourself with pop culture. Literal pop in this case. "Protocol dictates that you treat unknowns with respect, not make them ride the bloody trains down here shackled like criminals. They're our future, not some... Some juvenile perp!"

The officers behind you grunted something in response, prompting a second suit to step forward. "Look," the second snapped, "We don't need excuses, protocol is there to stop incidents from happening. You idiots could have caused another scenario - how would you have liked that, face plastered all over the news as the incompetants you are?"
Further mumbled excuses.
"Now, Alyssa was it?" came the first's words as he turned towards you, the disgust etched across his features softening visible as he waved one of his accompanying officers over to release your hands. "We're very sorry that this happened, they were supposed to look after you and keep you safe. If you want to make a complaint, we'll ensure that they're-" he paused to glare at the two. "-investigated and punished accordingly. As we can't in good faith take you from here to the facilities after such a major... Pardon the language, but after a fuck-up of this nature, we're going to postpone things until the morning, bring in a..."

The man paused, turning to the other for a brief moment as if waiting for affirmation over whatever it was that he was about to say - affirmation that came in the form of the slightest of nods. "We'll bring in someone to take you to get something to eat, give you a chance to relax. Special or not, protocol is there to ensure things like this aren't supposed to happen, we're very, very sorry."

And with that the suits danced out of the way, their song and dance routing leaving you with new officers, new serial numbers.
New surroundings.

The cuffs, as briefly as they had been on you, had yet to make you uncomfortable as they were removed - and this was something that one of the new officers took note of with a soft chuckle, the visored face beneath the helmet turning to glance at the ones behind you. "You two are getting soft," came the mans words, before a hand was placed upon your shoulder.
And then like the lamb, you were marched to...
No, this wasn't your slaughter, but it felt like it.
"We'll have a liason up here soon," came the voice of one of the suits, as they paced up to, then alongside you as the officers escorted you towards this places VIP seating - the sole ratty looking bench that if appearences were anything to go by, suggested that nobody had urinated upon it.
Recently.
"Do you have any requests," the suit started, as he oh so graciously ensured that you'd been seated comfortably.
"We could arrange for you to go for something to eat, or... Anything else. Within reason, of course."

You had reached the outskirts of London, there was a 'you are here' map no doubt somewhere inside the station telling you just how much of a dreary hellhole this area was, how all the interesting things were deeper in the city - but this didn't mean you couldn't take advantage of this moment in some manner.
The question was, how?



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((On a completely OOC note... it's great to see that you're back and writing again. I loved reading through your past suggestion game, and I'm really excited to see where this one goes.))

Thanks! Hopefully this one'll provide satisfactory closure for the other - though it may take just a little to get going in full swing itself.

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« Reply #5 on: May 25, 2015, 11:20:30 pm »

"I don't think I could really eat right now... maybe in a little while. Could I get a map of London though? I'd like to get a better sense of the city, especially if I end up staying. Speaking of which, if I do pass the tests... then what?"

Acquire map. Preferably a detailed one with a little tourist's guide, but whatever's available. Then see about getting a little more exposition on being "special" and the consequences of passing.
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« Reply #6 on: May 26, 2015, 12:19:49 am »

"I don't think I could really eat right now... maybe in a little while. Could I get a map of London though? I'd like to get a better sense of the city, especially if I end up staying. Speaking of which, if I do pass the tests... then what?"

Acquire map. Preferably a detailed one with a little tourist's guide, but whatever's available. Then see about getting a little more exposition on being "special" and the consequences of passing.
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« Reply #7 on: May 26, 2015, 01:29:51 am »

Of course you couldn't eat right now - you'd been on a train for hours, battling anxiety and motion sickness.
The last thing you wished to do at this point was to be whisked off to some fast food establishment like Monarch Burgers so you could spend the rest of the night vomiting on the sidewalk. You'd been there enough with ladies nights out with your friends, drinking while telling the person behind the bar that yes, you were old enough to do so - that you were just a little short for your age.
That you'd later grown into, but that was beside the point.
You didn't exactly find the prospect of reliving those wild parts of how you had explored your boundries, asserted your rebellious nature and then paid for it to be appealing. Especially not without the parts of it that had made it fun in the first place. Company, drinks and a chance to unwind and pretend to be someone else for a while.

No, you'd pass on the food, but the offer did promise you something more of an opportunity.

"I feel sick, I don't think I can eat right now," you started, as you instinctively started to draw your arms about yourself. Something about the suits and the officers here made you feel on edge in a way you'd never felt around authority figures before. "Could I get a map of London and-"

The man held a finger up to silence you, something that you would have happily talked over at some point in an act of polite rebellion, yet once again, you found yourself quelled. "The Liason will be here shortly, they'll take are of everything like that for you as well as answer any questions you may have, that's their job after all," the man stated, though he seemed somewhat caught off guard, as if he had been expecting you, someone from an area that was known for living on the poverty line, to jump at the chance to be 'treated' in such a manner.
Maybe you were over thinking it, and he was just an incompetant middle man, and this entire thing was a setup.
The officers could be in on it, they could have been told to play things out like this to earn your trust, to make you think they were the good guys who had ensured everything went by some invisible script, to have you fall into the lap of whatever agency was behind this all.
Maybe you should have added a tinfoil hat to the list of things you wanted while you were at it, too.

You huddled against the bench as you made it clear with your bodylanguage - disinterest shown in spades - that you were done talking with the suit if he couldn't so much as entertain the prospect of listening to you.
This was lost on him, apparently.
The man, connected and in control, was oblivious and floundering, unable to get this entire farce of a show on its way.
Left to your own devices for the time being you leaned back, relishing the sensation of hard boards against your back as you slowly, labouriously, lazily stretched out in a manner akin to a cat.
And then, you sighed.
It was the kind of sigh that came only with a moment of contentment, a moment in what you felt as if you had won some small victory - you hadn't managed to get your own way, but this man had played his hand too early, revealed that he was little more than a glorified middle man.

Bark, bark, bark.
Yap away like a little ankle biter.

Closing your eyes you focused upon your other senses, feeling the chill of the air against your skin - the moisture that carried with it the scents of oil and pollution on the air.
This place, despite its proximity to the city proper didn't feel right, it didn't feel urban enough - there was none of the stink of people, of take away food, of-
No, you didn't need a tinfoil hat before you got the answers you wanted, you needed-

"Hello Alyssa, I am your Liason," came a voice in the darkness, a voice that had your eyes flutter open as you stared in shock at the woman whom had somehow managed to sneak up upon you. "My name is Millicent, but you can call me Millie if you wish. I was informed that your journey here was one that failed to follow protocol, so it is up to me to make this up to you. If you'll come with me, we can see to getting you something to eat before we take you back to the room we have prepared for you-"

"I'm not hungry," you interrupted, only for the womans demeanour to shift subtly. "I feel sick after the journey here and-"

"Oh, you poor dear. You're already skin and bones, too," she stated, geaturing to you even as she offered you a hand up - Sure, you were somewhat slight in build, but that was just insulting. Of course, you had to smile awkwardly, to be diplomatic as you were in a strange place, surrounded by strange people whom had the authority to simply uproot you.
Being troublesome was far from the wisest option here.
"Perhaps we can do something else then, as it would be a shame to squander this opportunity simply because the most obvious option isn't going to work."

"A shame for me or for you?" you asked, as you took the womans hand, noting that despite her relatively normal appearance, that she had simply pulled you up as if you were nothing.

"I like you," Millicent laughed, as she gestured towards the ramps leading down and away from the train platform. "Lets get going - you can tell me what you want to do on the way to my car," she added, as she started to guide you on your way.

With feet like lead, you followed after this strange woman, a woman who you noted had dark hair that had been dyed blonde as you could see the roots, a woman whom was dressed similarly to the suits - though instead of the trousers to complete the image she wore a knee length skirt. "Well, this is my first time here, do you think we could pick up... Um... A tourist map or something, so that-"
"Of course dear, we can stop at a petrol station for that."
"Could I have ask some questions about what's going to happen while I'm here, too?"
"I can explain that as well. Are you sure you don't want something a little more... Indulgant?"
"Chocolate? Cigarettes?"
"Chocolate we can easily do, as for cigarettes..." she paused, leaning close to sniff at you. "You don't smell like a smoker."
"I'm considering starting," you lied, figuring that it wouldn't hurt to see what the limits these people were going to impose on you were.
"Well don't, if you're stressed and worried, we can pick up something better for you. One of the supermarkets that's open still will sell chocolate, so we can get you some there. We can pick up some fancy tea for you there, too, so you don't make a mistake picking up THAT habit."

There was an emphasis on the word that made you uncomfortable, though you didn't want to press it. It did make you wonder though, just who were these people, just how were they so good at playing you with words and body language that they could make you recoil away from certain avenues?
It couldn't be natural, could it?

"Okay, tea sounds good," you sighed - it wasn't worth battling against this woman it seemed, as she was playing the 'good' role, while the man whom had been there to greet you upon arrival was the 'bad' one.
Good cop, bad cop.
"So, can you tell me more about what's going on here?"
"Of course dear. That's my car by the way, mind your head getting in," she stated as she gestured to a fairly worn and basic looking car - you had no idea what kind it was, cars were not your thing, but it was at least modern enough for her to unlock it with the remote her keys were attached to.
"I want to know about why I'm here, what testing you'll do, what it implies if I... If I pass them, I've been told if I don't I go home, so I don't need to know that at least," you breathed as you opened the passenger side door and clambered into the slightly stale smelling interior of the car.

"Well, the basic gist of it dear, is that one of the agencies we have picked you up during a routine scan," Millicent started, only for her to pre-emptively pause as you went to butt in.
"You spy on people, you mean?"
"No, no we don't dear. We search for irregular patterns so we can find individuals that manifest unique talents."
"I've seen shows with themes like that."
"I'm certain, this is a lot more mundane than that, however. We find people with unnatural abilities for mathematics, for example, and set them up in research or development fields where they can benefit others. We do occasionally find gifted types with more spectacular powers, but as none of them have yet predicted the lottery..."
"You can safely assume the lottery is rigged?"
"Perhaps," Millicent laughed as she started the car, a moment taken to give you a meaningful and look as she fastened her seatbelt, one that had you almost squirming as you sought to fasten your own. "Now, as I was saying... We find people with various talents, put them through tests, put them in employment. Sometimes, we find people with more special talents, then we put them to work in various departments under our umbrella where they can make a difference in another way."
"What if they don't want to?"
"Then we give them contact information incase they change their mind and send them home again. We're a government agency, not some spy movie secret service."
"So, If I pass the tests...?" you left the question hanging as you pulled up to a set of traffic lights, for a moment watching the other womans expression twist into one of disgust as the driver beside her ran through.
"If you pass the tests, we'll quantify what makes you special, present you with career prospects and make sure you're well looked after."

That was what you wanted - to hear it put plain and simple so you knew what you were supposed to expect, so you knew if what you got didn't match up, that you could say if this was truly a problem or not. They wanted to see if you were special, put you to use and keep an eye on you.

"Are you special?" you asked, prompting a crooked smile from the other woman.
"Of course, everyones special."
"You know how I mean."
"I do, and I am."
"What's special about you?"
"I can read minds."
"No you can't."
"I'm a brilliant liar."
"No you're not."
"You've got me, I'm able to do neither of those. I see the future in dreams and have trouble remembering it when I wake up. Pretty useless, huh?"
"Dreams are hard to remember..."
"Exactly."

There was a moments silence as you pulled away from the traffic lights, watching as the passing city gradually built up in density. It was like watching the new growth give way to the choking overdeveloped inner city, shells of buildings atop the ruins of buildings, roads paved over roads.
Lights garishly splashed on the front of buildings, lamp posts lining the roads, as if this was some abomination of a city trying to attract a mate with its colourful plumage.

"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, dear?"
Sure, you could summarise your lifetime of experiences in a brief moment, condense yourself down to a set of easily quantified tags for this woman to file away in the place of a person. That was just what you wanted to do right now.

Still, there was also little reason not to.

Did you tell her a little about yourself, remain silent or even lie to her?
For what matter, what was your background beyond your basic experiences?
Were you...
Popular, loved by friends and respected by enemies? (Gift of Speech.)
A tomboy, someone who loved to be active and sporty? (Gift of Ability.)
A bookworm, happier learning than getting involved? (Gift of Understanding.)
Quiet and contemplative, interested in myths and legends? (Gift of Mystery)
Indulgant, prone to excess and able to bounce back from bad habits? (Gift of Endurance.)

Kevak

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Re: I told them I could be anything...
« Reply #8 on: May 26, 2015, 01:49:45 am »

Be social. Don't talk about anything specific, always steer the conversation back to her.

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Nicholas1024

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Re: I told them I could be anything...
« Reply #9 on: May 26, 2015, 07:34:17 am »

Try to learn, pick up and file away facts that could be useful later.

A bookworm, happier learning than getting involved (Gift of Understanding).
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Re: I told them I could be anything...
« Reply #10 on: May 26, 2015, 07:49:22 am »

Ah, I didn't expect to see this back! Gonna be as fantastic as the first, no doubt.

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Russia is simply taking an anti-Fascist stance against European Nazi products, they should be applauded. íNo parmesan!

endlessblaze

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Re: I told them I could be anything...
« Reply #11 on: May 26, 2015, 09:45:41 am »

Try to learn, pick up and file away facts that could be useful later.

A bookworm, happier learning than getting involved (Gift of Understanding).
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Re: I told them I could be anything...
« Reply #12 on: May 26, 2015, 11:26:48 am »

Oh!

Quiet and contemplative, interested in myths and legends. (Gift of Mystery)

Talk about your researches, becoming animated as you paint a grand picture of the past. Solicit her opinions respectfully.
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Re: I told them I could be anything...
« Reply #13 on: May 26, 2015, 12:57:46 pm »

Oh!

Quiet and contemplative, interested in myths and legends. (Gift of Mystery)

Talk about your researches, becoming animated as you paint a grand picture of the past. Solicit her opinions respectfully.
+1
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Ya'll need Jesus. Just sayin'.

Nicholas1024

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Re: I told them I could be anything...
« Reply #14 on: May 26, 2015, 02:19:08 pm »

Oh!

Quiet and contemplative, interested in myths and legends. (Gift of Mystery)

Talk about your researches, becoming animated as you paint a grand picture of the past. Solicit her opinions respectfully.

I've changed my mind, +1 to this one.
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