Fantasy 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 || roleplay!

[geeangel_]

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Ray looked up from his book, swallowing his snack. Shirley turned to him, shrugging.

A clocked figure watched as Eleanor toyed with the children before they tripped, letting her out of their grasp.

 

[Zally-Pop]

Elenore laughed as the young children screamed. She was a very fast runner.

 

[geeangel_]

The cloaked figure smiled under their hood, walking into another alleyway and grabbing Elenore's arm while pulling her in.

They placed a gloved hand on her lips, watching as the kids passed them. Their body's were pressed against each other, the Seeker's back pressed against the stone wall.

 

[Zally-Pop]

Elenore was certainly glad she had a mask on, she didn't want some dirty glove touching her mouth. This was a very uncomfortable position. She tried to get free from the strange figure, almost desperately.

 

[geeangel_]

"I'm not going to hurt you," the familiar voice stated, snorting. "What'd you steal?" The voice was male, definitely, and it was low.

 

[Zally-Pop]

Holy goodness son of a dog what the fortnighting crap it was a male. He face flushed red. He sounded relatively young, but how'd she know? "Let me go!" She said desperately.

 

[geeangel_]

"It's me, Armin," he said in a monotone, backing away from her. "Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable," he added emptily, pulling down his hood to reveal his white hair and blue eyes.

 

[Zally-Pop]

Her face was still bright red, you couldn't exactly see it because of the mask. "What do you want?" She was very surprised how unfazed he was by this.

 

[geeangel_]

"I- Wanted to get to know you," Armin replied, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. It was partly true, yes.

 

[Zally-Pop]

She blinked, still red. But it quickly faded and she laughed, the sound was hollow and almost forced. "Yeah right. So you can in the info to the police?"

 

[geeangel_]

Armin blinked. "No. I genuinely want to get to know you. It's not like I want to interact with any form of government," he said dully, saying the word government with venom.

 

[Zally-Pop]

"I wouldn't believe that even if I was a little girl," she said placing a hand on her hip.

 

[geeangel_]

Armin looked down at his shoes. "What would it take for you to believe be then?" the boy asked, his eyes hopeful.

 

[Zally-Pop]

"Nothing Lmbo."

 

[geeangel_]

He furrowed his brows, not getting it. "Huh? What do you mean nothing?"

 

[Zally-Pop]

She sighed. "Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself. You seem like you'd talk a lot."

 

[geeangel_]

Armin furrowed his brows once again. The boy was never really known for talking much. Before his parents had disowned him, they had never let him talk since it was "never his place to." After he had met Shirley, his overly extroverted friend, the boy still never spoke much of anything and rather, let the red head speak on his behalf.

He sighed, straightening his posture. There was not much about himself to talk about. Well, stuff that he'd let people know. He was an orphan, liked research, was disowned, and liked books. That was it.

"There's not much to talk about if you're referring to me. What about you?"

He had no reason to talk about the government, his plans, or his involvement with Minera. Armin simply deemed it an unneeded piece of information ¬ for now.

 

[Zally-Pop]

She thought for less than a second. So many things she wanted to say, so many things about missing her family. So many things. But she couldn't trust him. She couldn't.

There was nothing stopping him from just turning her in.

And so she merely said, "there isn't much either. Have a nice day." And she started to walk away.

 

[geeangel_]

"So stubborn," he muttered.

There were a few things he had taken note of since he had met the girl they call 'Seeker.'

First off, she had a knack for sarcasm. The girl seemed to like to cover things up with humor. She was quick-witted and easily created comebacks.

She didn't trust easy. Neither could he, and he couldn't blame her, either. In this world, there was no one you could trust. Not your friends, not you parents, not the government, not even a stray cat.

Lastly, she was broken and hurt and lost ¬ just like him. He saw a fading in her eyes that mirrored his.

He'd try talking to her another time.

If there was one thing he had learned, persisting works.

He hoped.

 

[Zally-Pop]

(Unbelievably observant but he's completely correct, also ts?)

 

[geeangel_]

haha, yes. and sure.

 

[Zally-Pop]

A few days later, Elenore was sitting on top of a roof of a abandoned building in a quiet part of town. She swung her legs back and forth, watching the street but not exactly paying attention. She was tired and hungry, and had a childish wish she'd see her brother, Elliot. She wished that she could yell "Ellie!" And climb down the building quickly. She missed him very much.

 

[geeangel_]

Armin strolled through the streets, not wearing his usual Gilded Tow orphanage uniform. Instead, he wore black dress clothes similar to a gang members. It was one of the only normal clothes he had.

Kicking a stone, the boy began whistling absentmindedly.

 

[Zally-Pop]

She looked down at him, and tilted her head. She kept watch for an object. If he even had one. Then she recognized Armin for Armin, and wonder if she really would steal from him.

The answer was yes. Yes she would.

 

[geeangel_]

Armin stopped, feeling as if someone was watching him. He looked over his shoulder, shrugging once he saw that no one was there. He continued to hum to himself as he sauntered down the streets.