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Post by foxdeluca on Apr 24, 2011 17:46:33 GMT -7
 I WANT TO BE THE VERY BEST like no one ever was, to catch them is my real test[/font] • • • • • • • • • • • TAG OPEN ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Fox looked pretty insane right now, but what else was new? Fox didn’t exactly come from a normal family, so people couldn’t exactly expect him to be normal either. Even for Fox this was a little unexpected though. There he stood, in line at an adorable little coffee shop, dancing. It wasn’t just any dancing either, it was a messed up version of the Time Warp from Rocky Horror Picture Show. Fox wasn’t a big musical kind of guy considering, but he loved him some Rocky Horror. Mostly because it was Seb’s second favourite thing in the entire world, right after David Bowie and himself. He had grown up being forced to watch Rocky Horror on a regular basis, which hadn’t been all that bad. He felt accomplished being able to say that he was completely confident in his heterosexuality while singing and dancing along to Sweet Transvestite. Contrary to people’s belief, he had never questioned his sexuality. He had always been pretty damn sure that he liked girls and girls only, no matter how many people had thought otherwise growing up. He didn’t really care though, not any more at least. They could think whatever they wanted, just like the people in the coffee shop. He couldn’t give two shits what these people thought of him. He was having a blast standing in line and dancing to the Time Warp!
After seventeen years on this earth Fox didn’t have any dignity or pride left in him, but that was pretty obvious with the pelvic thrusting he insisted on doing in public. He couldn’t help it! His iPod was on shuffle and when it came on he just had to dance! It was like putting Michael Jackson’s Thriller on and not expecting at least one person to start dancing along. Music could be an infectious disease if it was done correctly, especially Lady Gaga. He didn’t even like her music but he had it on his iPod and as his ring tone. Her songs always got stuck in his head at the most inconvenient times too; he was pretty sure she did it on purpose just to bug him. After the stuff he had been forced to do with his dads, Fox didn’t care what he was seen doing in public. They had eliminated humiliation and embarrassment from his vocabulary a long time ago. Seb and Ash had been the parents who neglected to inform Fox he didn’t have pants on and waiting to see how long it would take for the kid to realize he was out in his manties. On one occasion he had reached school before he had realized he was pants-less, and the only reason he had noticed was because a teacher told him to go home and finish getting dressed.
The line moved forward, forcing Fox out of his groove and back to reality. He was getting quite a few stares but he didn’t really care. He was so used to it by now he barely even noticed any more. To occupy his busy mind Fox started rocking back and forth on the heels of his checkered Vans, every few rocks tripping on a frayed piece of his baggy jeans. His hands were now stuffed in the pockets of a blue and black checkered hoodie, a black tee shirt hidden underneath sporting a double rainbow. He also, of course, sported a black hat that was slightly to one side and the lip ring that was a bit too big for his lip. Fox really didn’t look like much as far as his style went. He hadn’t changed it up since he was fourteen, and while people often compared him to Justin Bieber he felt that he was much better looking than her. Yes, her was intentional. Really though, Fox was pretty average aside from being six feet tall. He certainly looked a lot different than in his first life, lacking in dread locks and a beautifully dark complexion. He didn’t really mind the change in ethnicity thing time around. Instead of focusing on equality of races, like he had been in his first life, he could now focus on general equality. He had seen a lot of discrimination toward his gay dads that frankly pissed him off.
Finally he made his way to the front of the line, pulling out one of his headphones and ordering an extra large hot chocolate with whipped cream. The woman taking his order complimented him on his dancing, which he couldn’t help but grin to. See, he wasn’t so weird after all! He thanked her and gave her a three dollar tip, taking his hot chocolate and a straw to go dance elsewhere. Normally Fox would have just left the café to go home and bug his dads, but something extra awesome caught his eye. If he didn’t have a cup of hot chocolate in his hand he would have skipped over to the familiar face, so instead he walked and sat down in the chair opposite of them. “Hello there beautiful,”
[/color] he greeted them with his big grin. “Did you miss me?”[/color] he purred playfully. [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 850 outfit: this lyrics: pokemon theme song, don’t judge! notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Apr 24, 2011 22:38:38 GMT -7
 Being fifteen seemed to bring with it all sorts of new freedoms that Oliver hadn't experienced since he was fifteen the first time around. The freshman considered this to be primarily due to the part time job he'd recently undertaken. It was around this time in his past life as well that he'd gotten his first official job as an apprentice for a local printer. Unfortunately, a job as a shelf stocker at Adnama's Grocery didn't leave him much experience for anything he might venture into in the future. He'd been seriously considering going into a career as a printer in high school as Orville, and therefore the apprenticeship only made sense as a step toward that eventual dream. It wasn't entirely useless. This job did have its merits. A bit of extra change floating around was always appreciated. It also was a job to put on his resume, and would provide a reference for any job that he might take in the future. In other words, it was something, but it certainly wasn't what Oliver wanted to be doing for the rest of his life. It certainly wasn't a job that would prepare him handsomely for a career as an aerospace engineer. Yes, Oliver was making progress on deciding what he wanted to do in this life. He still hadn't narrowed it down entirely, though. Aerospace engineering could mean messing around with planes, something that Oliver was very familiar with, or it could involve going down a new path, possibly studying space travel and rockets and the like. Both caught Oliver's interest, and Oliver was grateful that he at least had a few more years to decide on this. The freshman had just gotten off of work at Adnama's. He'd had another short shift, only three hours, as a result of it being a school day. As he actually had some spare money besides his allowance owing to his job, he could afford to splurge every once in a while. So Oliver ordered himself a cup of coffee and took a seat near the window. His taste buds in this body were just starting to get used to the taste of coffee, but he drank it in his past life and he knew that he liked it - He just had to get accustomed to it again. Perhaps finding the right mixtures of milk, cream, and sugar to get that perfect tasting coffee. Then an idea began to come together in his head. A coffee maker that could add just as much or as little of these ingredients to the coffee as the drinker desired. More specifically, how much he desired at the moment, as he would of course be testing this idea on himself first. As a result of the visions of coffee pots dancing in his head, he failed to notice the commotion at the counter. He failed to notice that the source of the commotion was heading his way. In fact, he failed to notice much of anything other than his thoughts and occasionally his cup of coffee (which he was in the process of drinking from) when he heard a low voice directed toward him. Since he had not been expecting this interruption, Oliver's body gave a slight jolt, sending a minute amount of coffee onto his shirt before Oliver was able to correct the error by setting the cup back down immediately. His defenses up, he glared across the table at the person who'd scared him, though his expression mellowed when he saw that it was only Fox. Only Fox, the pasty white 21st century version of Bob Marley. Once the shock subsided, Oliver was actually able to make sense of Fox's words, and formulate a response to them. "Of course you were missed! I mean really, what kind of music were we supposed to listen to in the attic while you were gone, without the strumming of Rita to break it all up?"[/color] Of course, Fox was missed for far more than just that, but Oliver wasn't about to get all sappy with Fox, who was only a casual friend. Besides, Fox was random. A random response, therefore, seemed in order. "What are you listening to?"[/color] Oliver questioned, referring to the rather inconspicuous earbuds that he'd just now noticed that Fox was wearing. Knowing him, it would either be something crazy, or he'd be listening to himself. Not like that was all that strange of an occurrence at Riverdale, though. Word count: 761 To: Dee with Fox Notes: I don't even like coffee, yet this post has me wanting coffee. 0.o Or maybe just more root beer with coconut rum in it. XD Either way! |
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Post by foxdeluca on May 4, 2011 13:23:42 GMT -7
I WANT TO BE THE VERY BEST like no one ever was, to catch them is my real test [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • OLIPOO ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] It was good to be back, good to be where he had grown so used to. LA was his home, yes, and he definitely considered Seb and Ash his family, but he had other family here in Riverdale. Fox remembered when he first heard about attending school here, thinking it would be horrible and not really looking forward to it. He had been homesick for most of his freshmen year but he had gotten used to it. Being brought into RSOR had definitely helped Fox’s adjusting and homesickness. He had people who knew the real him now. Seb and Ash, they didn’t know Fox wasn’t just Fox. He was more than that, much more, but he was still their son as far as he was concerned. Despite being a reincarnation Fox had a close relationship with the parents he had in this life, and that meant a lot to him. He cared for Seb and Ash just as much as he cared for his previous parents. He knew a few people who didn’t feel the same way and that bothered him. He didn’t think he would be a very happy guy if not for how amazing his daddies were. They gave up a lot for him, so naturally Fox had no problems with leaving school to make sure Sebby would be okay.
And now, now he was picking up where he left off, which consisted of trying to find another job. Fox actually liked working, even if it was something petty like bagging groceries or serving coffee. Working in the food industry wasn’t his best bet though, because Fox’s appetite was a force to be reckoned with. The boy could out-eat half of the planet, so working around food wasn’t exactly a great idea. He would just end up eating everything he was supposed to be serving. He would probably look for a job at the music store or something similar. It wasn’t exactly going to get him into the music industry but he didn’t really need help for that. He had his daddies for that anyways. For now he had to wait before handing out resumes. His more formal clothes were awaiting being unpacked, so all he had were tee shirts and hoodies. They weren’t really going to get him anywhere as far as impressing potential employers went. It sucked that he couldn’t go back to his old work though.
Fox couldn’t help but laugh as Oliver jumped, a soft chuckle as he jerked hsi head to get hair out of his eyes. “Got a little somethin’,”
[/color] he teased, pointing to the coffee that had spilled onto Oliver’s shirt. “Want me to get that for you?”[/color] he continued to tease, winking suggestively. Obviously Fox was in a good mood. “Rita’s such a whore,”[/color] he scoffed. “Everyone had heard her moan and sing. What a slut!”[/color] Spoken perhaps a bit too loudly, Fox turned up his nose in a posh manner only to warrant a few more dirty looks. “Besides. You got Freddie to keep you musically entertained.”[/color] He took a moment to remove the lid of his hot chocolate, allowing some of the heat to escape so it would cool a bit faster. He sipped the bubbly bits at the top but nothing more, fearing a burnt tongue. “It was Rocky Horror. Now it’s Born This Way by Lady Gaga,”[/color] he informed his freshman friend. “My dads’ band covers this a lot now and I kinda’ sorta’ love it.”[/color] Thinking about it in a reincarnation’s perspective, it could be tastefully ironic.[/justify] [/blockquote] words: 600 outfit: this lyrics: pokemon theme song, don’t judge! notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on May 4, 2011 14:24:28 GMT -7
Riverdale was a nice place, and the closest thing Oliver found to something feeling like home in this life. Having people who knew him for who he was in its entirety, not just in this life, was refreshing as ever. It wasn't his home from before - nothing could match up to that - but it was quite nice. It was better than Kansas City, where the only known person who was going through such a phenomenon with him was being completely silent on the matter. Even that came out into the open in Riverdale. Oliver's situation was likely one that Fox would have been bothered by. The fifteen year old was making steps in the right direction, though he was fairly certain there would always be a rift. There would always be things that he couldn't tell Judy and Ed, as much as he wanted to. As he reflected on the situation more, another issue came to light. Even if Oliver could tell Judy and Ed who he was without putting RSOR in danger, would he even want to? Would that be seen as rejecting the Winchesters, in a way? It was far more complicated than even adoption. At least in adoption, parents were aware of what they were getting themselves into. They were aware that at some point in time, a child may be curious about their biological parents. The parents of reincarnates didn't get that choice. It was luck of the draw. The parents of reincarnates were also biological parents for the most part (except in cases like Jennah, where she was actually adopted in this life, or Xelios, who was taken in by a good Samaritan), which meant that if they ever found out the truth about their children they'd have a lot to adjust to. Oliver raised the coffee to his lips and took a few drinks from the cup before setting the coffee back down. He let out a snort at Fox's comment. The other boy could be quite a shock to your system if you didn't know him. Even as it was, Oliver couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious at the strange glances Fox attracted every once in a while. At least he was better prepared than others. "I think I'm fine, but thank you for your kind offer."[/color] Oliver responded with a slight smile, before grabbing a napkin and dabbing off his shirt. He frowned a little, hoping that it would not stain, but also not planning to hold it against Fox either. It was Oliver who jolted, after all. Speaking of those strange glances, Oliver noticed a few turned in the direction of their table at Fox's comments about Rita. Well, this was awkward. He tried to take it in stride, mouthing 'his guitar' sheepishly to a few of the people passing along odd looks. At the mention of Freddie, Oliver nodded. "True, but I haven't seen him around that much. There's always Drizzle too I guess."[/color] There were plenty of musicians in RSOR, though Fox was by far the most active one when it came to showing up to meetings and the like. Oliver arched an eyebrow at once when Fox mentioned 'Rocky Horror'. "The Time Warp?"[/color] He questioned, picturing Fox doing a rendition of that with ease. That covered the knowledge that Oliver possessed of the songs in Rocky Horror as well. Imagine his reaction if he ever saw Fox burst into a rendition of 'Sweet Transvestite'. It would be entertaining, at least? On both parts, really. "No Bob Marley?"[/color] He couldn't help but ask with a small grin as he raised his foam cup to his lips again. Inside jokes were too much fun. Word count: 639 To: Dee with Fox Notes: Now Time Warp is in my head. XD |
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Post by foxdeluca on May 10, 2011 13:19:57 GMT -7
I WANT TO BE THE VERY BEST like no one ever was, to catch them is my real test [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • OLIPOO ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Honestly, Fox didn’t see the point in dwelling on the person he was when he died. He didn’t see the point in dwelling on his past life and the people that he had to leave behind. A lot of his family was still alive, but he couldn’t exactly go up to them and tell them “Hey, it’s me Bobby, I got reincarnated as a pasty white giant.” There was no point because one: they would think he was crazy, two: it would be very inconsiderate of him and three: he had moved on. He couldn’t be with Rita again, he couldn’t be an active part in the lives of his many children, but he could watch from afar and that was good enough for him. Instead of dwelling on what he had lost he was focusing more on what he could do with himself now, in this new life with this new body and all sorts of new opportunities. There had to be a reason he had been brought back. There had to be a reason he was brought into this world a second time with no racial equality to fight for, but instead sexuality equality. Honestly, he hadn’t ever really given homosexuality and the like much thought before. He hadn’t really had a reason to.
Now it was the basis of his being, making sure that his dads could have the same sort of family that everyone else could have. Fox would be lying if he said that it had been easy to be their child, and not because Sebby had a mental illness. No, the trying times had been because of other people scrutinizing the family. He remembered having teachers when he was younger try and get him taken away from Seb and Ash for no reason other than them being gay. Honestly, it was really bloody annoying having people say shit like that. Just like people used to scrutinize his family for being mixed race, he got it now for not having an active mother figure. Well, you know what Fox had to say about that? Fuck the police. If Elton John and his partner could adopt a baby and Neil Patrick Harris and his partner could have twins, then Sebby and Ash could have him as a son. And as much as he hated having to keep things from his dads they still meant a lot to him.
He couldn’t help but enjoy watching people smile and laugh, even if it was at the expense of his own dignity. It was just another day in the life of Fox Damian-De Luca, turning heads and getting giggles out of everyone. “Suit yourself,”
[/color] he waved off, leaning back in the chair and maintaining a very relaxed position. He moved one arm so it rested on the top of the chair and the other rested on the table so he could reach his hot chocolate. He was only scarcely aware of the heads he was currently turning, though he was aware enough to remind himself to tone it down. “Drizzle’s that, uh, clingy chick right?”[/color] he asked for clarification. “The one who kept hugging people?”[/color] Fox wasn’t exactly the best with names, even ones as unique as Drizzle. And he thought his name was bad. “Yeah! It’s one of Sebby’s favourite things ever,”[/color] he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “He has a thing for transvestites so...”[/color] He chuckles lightly and took a sip of his hot chocolate. It was still a bit on the burning side, but it was getting there. “Nah, not feelin’ it bro,”[/color] he answered with a smirk.[/justify] [/blockquote] words: 610 outfit: this lyrics: pokemon theme song, don’t judge! notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on May 10, 2011 23:27:37 GMT -7
Oliver, on the other hand, craved familiarity when it came to the people that he consorted with. Familiarity in the form of family was best, though friends were quite nice as well. Familiarity meant less of a threat, and thus less of a chance that he might screw things up. He never had been all that fabulous with people. His awkwardness did not entirely come from the fact that he was a teenager (though it certainly didn't help). One might wonder, then, made him actually work as a recruiter for RSOR. Well, for one, one on one conversations always are easier than conversations to a larger group. In addition, it wasn't as though all of these recruitment sessions went off without a hitch. He'd gotten Kimaya, the girl normally known for being quiet and shy, to snap at him. He didn't really count Lenita, as he'd already gotten to know her somewhat before he even started recruiting her (plus now she was his girlfriend). Wilbur also didn't count, because...well, it was Wilbur. If anything constituted familiarity in this new world, it was him - his past brother. Angelo was one of the most awkward of all, and the nail marks in Oliver's hand where his nails had dug into his skin remained there for several hours before disappearing. Victoria was much the same - And he hadn't even succeeded in recruiting her, having to instead pass her off to Petra. Still, he obviously had something, or he wouldn't have recruited anyone at all. Talking to people one on one was usually easy, for one thing - Unless problems arose, and by then it was usually too late to back out without causing more problems (heavily frustrating at times). He did seem to be able to pick out potential reincarnates in places where not many others would look - Maybe that was where his success lay? He was also quite persistent when determined, which was likely another factor. Finally, Joan of Arc had come to him and asked if he wanted to be a recruiter. How could he possibly say no to that, especially when he didn't know at the time just what he was getting himself into? He enjoyed it for the most part, but sometimes it could be utterly nervewracking! It was also highly rewarding in the end, though, to know that he'd introduced someone else to the so-called safe haven that was RSOR. When Fox asked Oliver who Drizzle was, Oliver made a face and nodded. "Yep, that's her. The three of you should get together and do something at some point. Maybe even make your own band. Evie might be willing to join that as well."[/color] Though he wasn't sure how well all of their respective styles would go together. It would be an interesting collaboration, he could tell that much. He wasn't sure if it would qualify as his type of music, but hey. Three musical legends together, plus one girl that was highly interested in music in this life, and something had to come of it. Oliver grinned, clearly happy that he'd guessed correctly. He wasn't the best with pop culture references. Most of the older music that he knew was through his father in this life. It was also probably fortunate that it was the one song from Rocky Horror that Oliver actually knew, as any other song he'd likely have to look up...and would probably catch the video of on youtube. Which would be...interesting, to say the least? Oliver was in the middle of drinking his coffee when Fox mentioned that one of his fathers had a thing for transvestites. Needless to say, some of that coffee didn't stick around in his mouth. This time he was able to avoid getting it on his shirt, but the poor table got the brunt of it, and Oliver...well, he was choking on some coffee. "He...would."[/color] Oliver stated somewhat hesitantly, with a small grin, trying to recover from his temporary shock (and, you know, breathe). Oliver had forgotten just how blunt Fox was. Trying to regain his composure entirely, Oliver focused on Fox's next answer. "Fair enough. What are you having?"[/color] He inquired, nodding to the drink. At this rate, Oliver's shirt would end up having more coffee than he was... Word count: 737 To: Dee with Fox Notes: Yay! |
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Post by foxdeluca on May 24, 2011 12:32:31 GMT -7
I WANT TO BE THE VERY BEST like no one ever was, to catch them is my real test [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • OLIPOO ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] The way that Fox saw it was that there was a reason he was brought back into the family he had now. There was a reason he was part of the racial majority but the cultural (for lack of a better term) minority. His family was not like most others. His family was not accepted among most of Americans. Ash and Seb had been together for nearly twenty years and still couldn’t get married without having to jump through hoops. Honestly, this was stuff that had never crossed his mind before. He had never had to stop and think about the other minorities because they had never really affected his previous life. A lot of Fox’s opinions on the minorities he was not focusing on were similar to the concerns he raised in his previous life, which was the most familiar sense about Fox. He was still someone you could consider “wise” though he went about it in different ways now. It was rare for him to be serious in this life because he didn’t always have a reason to be. Things were easier now that he didn’t have to worry about getting shot at for being half Black and half White. He didn’t have to worry about that sort of stuff, so he wasn’t as serious and stressed as he used to be. He was, perhaps, taking advantage of how easy things were this time around, but can you blame him? Fox was still the same Bob he used to be, he just went about the issues in a way that fit this time period and the audience he had been given.
The proof that Fox was still the Bob Marley that people loved lied in his actions in London. Once upon a time he had been shot at and himself, his manager and his wife had been injured. His wife and manager had been seriously hurt, but he had still gone on stage while the rest of the members of Bob Marley and The Wailers were missing or in hiding. So the fact that he had stepped between Bathory and Joan while they were ready to kill one another really shouldn’t have come as a surprise to people. Fox loved people. He loved them even though they were destructive and cruel at times. He didn’t really think that people needed to change, especially if they were people you loved. Fox didn’t expect more out of people than what they could give. He didn’t analyze them and he let them know when they made him mad or when he missed them. If that made him seem a bit off or eccentric then he could easily accept that.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot about Evie,”
[/color] he agreed with a little nod. Though, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about Drizzle as of yet and if he trusted her enough to be in a band with her. High school or not, he wasn’t going to be in a band with just anyone. Even if she was Janis Joplin, who he was a fan of, she needed to prove that she could be in a band with him or them. Mostly because it was all a group of front men, which could cause trouble with who would be the front man of this band. Fox and Freddie wouldn’t care but he couldn’t see Evie budging that easily. He just didn’t want conflict. “Maybe...A lot of front men though,”[/color] he thought out loud, intentionally being a bit cryptic. Oliver would understand. The people around them wouldn’t. Just when people were through staring at the pair of boys they turned back again, Fox’s loud laughter ringing through the coffee shop. As he laughed, sounding baked, he grabbed napkins and started whipping down the table. “Yup. Ash picked up on that; used to go out all fab’d out and make me help him pick out new heels,”[/color] he chuckled. It definitely made for some interesting childhood memories. “Hot chocolate..Er...Luke warm chocolate.”[/color] [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 668 outfit: this lyrics: pokemon theme song, don’t judge! notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on May 26, 2011 9:26:06 GMT -7
While the reason why Oliver was reincarnated into the family he was wasn't as clear cut to him as it was with Fox, he found it extraordinarily hard to believe that it was a simple coincidence that placed he and Cindy/Harriet into the same family. Their pasts were just too similar to be completely ignored. That said, Cindy was as yet the only reincarnate that he really had trouble calling by her past name. With everyone else, he could use both names almost interchangeably. He'd known Cindy for all of his life as Cindy Winchester, though, and thus it was hard getting over fifteen years of calling her Cindy and changing that to Harriet. On the other hand, he also had a hard time calling Wilbur 'Nate'. At least with Cindy he wasn't perpetuating dangers to RSOR? Fox was both Fox and Bob in Oliver's eyes, however, and thus he had no problem with either name. "You forgot about Evie? I don't even know how that's possible, given her personality."[/color] He let out a small snort. He had mixed feelings when it came to the former queen. She did things that annoyed him. Quite often, actually. Yet most of the time, it seemed like those annoying things, those things seemingly done out of malice...were done more out of naivete than anything. Despite seventeen years of non royalty, Evie was clearly still within the mindset that she was a queen, and needed to be treated as such. Oliver had no problem obliging to this to some extent - but sometimes the blonde senior took things a little too far. Oliver would not be surprised at all if he learned that Evie was an only child in this life. It would explain why the attitude had carried on to this life to some extent. Oliver, on the other hand, was so used to sharing that he wasn't sure what he would do if he was an only child. It was already strange enough growing up and not having to share his birthday with his sister, as he had in his past life. He still had other things to share with Cindy, though... "That's true. I can see a lot of tension as a result. You and Freddie seem like you'd be laid back about it, but Drizzle and Evie I'm not so sure on."[/color] Drizzle didn't seem like the type who would throw a tantrum if she wasn't the center of attention, but her hyperactive personality seemed to demand attention on it's own. While the idea of a band of reincarnates was intriguing, Fox's response made him realize that it was highly unlikely to happen. Oliver felt a bit silly now. Not only were the tables around them looking at Fox, some simply raising eyebrows and pointing and some chuckling, but they were also looking at Oliver, and the fact that there was now a puddle of coffee settled in front of him on the table. It wasn't too hard to figure out what must have happened when one took in the fact that Oliver still let out an occasional cough. Then to make matters - worse? Better? Oliver honestly wasn't sure at this point, but at least the looks seemed to drift back toward Fox, which Oliver couldn't help but be grateful for - Fox went on about helping one of his fathers pick out high heel shoes. At this point Oliver set his coffee down on the table in front of him, determined not to drink any more until he knew that it wouldn't end up all over the table. He was still grinning regardless, though. He was embarrassed but also amused. "Have a feeling my coffee's going to get that way pretty soon too...well, what's left of it, anyway."[/color] He stated the last part in a quiet voice, but still chuckled. He could laugh at himself, no problem - he just wasn't sure if he wanted the peanut gallery joining in again. "Are you planning on going to that bonfire?"[/color] Oliver commented, in a (most likely in vain) attempt to make conversation that didn't make him spew coffee all over the table. Word count: 709 To: Dee with Fox Notes: Nopers. |
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Post by foxdeluca on Jun 2, 2011 18:02:39 GMT -7
I WANT TO BE THE VERY BEST like no one ever was, to catch them is my real test [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • OLIPOO ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] As far as names went, Fox had never really had a preference. In his past life he had had several nicknamed and pet named, ranging from Robbie to Bob. While he had always preferred Bob because it was simpler, he wasn’t opposed to being called Robert or any variation thereof. He responded just as easily to Bob as he did to Fox and all of the silly and cute nicknames his dad used. Hell, you could call him “Fugly bitch” and he would probably turn around to see who was calling him over. It didn’t really bother him any. As far as the names he used to call the others with, he usually only used their actual original names while in the privacy and safety of the RSOR room. He often felt it too risky to use them outside of there where people might be listening in, especially with anti-RSOR and The Wizard lurking about. “I..just...uh...yeah...oops”
[/color] he chuckled nervously, running a hand through the front of his hair with a light chuckle. Hey, even he wasn’t perfect even though some diehard fans would protest to that. Evie didn’t really irk Fox all that much. He was indifferent really, given that Fox could easily understand Evie’s frequent hostility. He was used to extreme personalities and he wasn’t someone who was difficult to get along with. He gave a little nod at Oliver’s words, able to picture how big of a disaster that band would end up being. Though, the name puns that they could make with the band name could be were endless; that he couldn’t deny. “Yeah, like, I don’t really care if I’m not lead and Freddie probably wouldn’t either, but Evie doesn’t seem like the type to budge that easily. I’m not sure about Drizzle, don’t know her well enough, but yeah, it’s be all sorts of disaster.”[/color] Besides, he would prefer a band of people who weren’t reincarnates. It seemed like there would be too much to lose if everyone in the band knew who each other truly was. There would be a lot of explaining to do if they used the wrong name or something like that. Too risky. For now he would focus on his conversation and the puddle off coffee in front of them, and trying not to giggle like a maniac. He couldn’t help it. He had a loud laugh. He also couldn’t help that no matter what, he always sounded high. Well, at least people were staring at him rather than Oliver, given that Fox was certainly used to getting negative attention as much as positive. Fox’s laughter died down as he started cleaning up the spilled coffee, feeling kind of bad for the baristas who would have to wipe the table down of their mess. Running out of clean napkins, he stood and fetched a few more while throwing the gross ones in the garbage before going back to the table. “Here, more to clean up with,”[/color] he offered, proceeding to sip away at his warm hot chocolate. “Hells to the yeah I do!”[/color] he enthused about the bon fire, though making sure to keep his voice down this time. “We have bon fires back home a lot, they’re always so much fun. It\s a shame Isa won’t go, but it’ll definitely be loads of fun.”[/color] Well, Fox had no confirmation that Isabella wasn’t going, but it was a pretty safe assumption given her history with flames. [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 600 outfit: this lyrics: pokemon theme song, don’t judge! notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Jun 4, 2011 9:26:21 GMT -7
Oliver had a wide range of nicknames as well. He would answer to both Oliver and Orville, of course. Amongst the other names he would answer to were Oli/Ollie, Orv, Orv-Oli (coined by Cindy), Orvy, Orvipoo (much to his chagrin), Olipoo (again, to his chagrin), and even, albeit reluctantly, Ganglylimbs and Extra Butter. There was also Bubs, but no one called him that outside of Wilbur and Kate. The only person he might even consider making an exception for would be Cindy, and that was only because if she called him Bubs, it would likely be because of Will. The freshman just shrugged and smiled a little at Fox's nervous laughter, showing the senior that he didn't really consider it to be that big of a deal. When the subject turned back to bands, Oliver didn't do much other than listen. He enjoyed music, but music wasn't really his forte, at least not in the sense of a rock band. He could play the mandolin, but he doubted that any modern rock band would want a mandolin in their repertoire. "I don't know her that well either, but I think she'd be the type to just gather attention regardless of whether she's trying to get it or not. With Evie on the roster, I could see that getting problematic pretty fast."[/color] Oliver carefully took a sip of coffee while glancing across the table at Fox, hoping not to make another mess. Fortunately, Fox was gracious enough not to make any ridiculous and random comments while Oliver did this, whether it be intentional or not. "Thanks. Guess the table wasn't as thirsty as I thought."[/color] Oliver responded sheepishly when Fox gave him more napkins to clean up the mess with. Fox had admittedly cleaned most of it up already, but Oliver made sure to dab up any remaining coffee that happened to be on the table. It was a wonder that there was any left in his cup after all that, but it was probably for the best anyway. He needed to gradually adjust to the amounts of coffee that he was used to in his past life, or else he'd have to put up with a strong case of the jitters. As it was, it was drinking too much coffee one night before that resulted in his staying awake and coming up with the ideas behind a movable tail for the airplane. So it wasn't entirely a loss, but Oliver wasn't a big fan of being kept up all night when he was still in high school and had classes to attend. Oliver couldn't help but grin at Fox's response to the question about the bonfire. Oliver was not so enthusiastic as Fox, though he still intended to go. He'd probably attend with a few close friends, possibly Lenita, and wouldn't get too involved with the actual bonfire portion (he would enjoy the fire, but not so much the crowd of people). Still, it was worth going just to watch the goings on, and to have a nice fun time with friends. He had no intent to do much socializing outside of those that he was comfortable with, but he could still have fun. Probably more fun than if he were thrust into an uncomfortable situation, to be honest. He could only hope Tamara and Errol would not take to harassing him there. Or their newfound partner, Kodi. "Well, I can't say I entirely blame Isa for not going. I mean, given the situation...she and flames aren't exactly on a good rapport with each other."[/color] He chuckled lightly, though he really felt for Isa. Death was an awkward subject for almost all reincarnates (himself included), but Isa was confronted with the source of her death in every day life, no matter how much she tried to avoid it. Word count: To: Dee with Fox Notes: Fox's new sig is awesome. XD |
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Post by foxdeluca on Jun 9, 2011 2:12:49 GMT -7
I WANT TO BE THE VERY BEST like no one ever was, to catch them is my real test [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • OLIPOO ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Fox was conflicted about being famous. See, he wanted to have his music be known, but he didn’t want the shallow world that came along with it. Lack of privacy, having to change your image to fit what was popular; it was all so tedious. Getting his music out there would be difficult, but it wouldn’t stop him from doing it. Fox liked a challenge though, so he was going to give it a shot. Later. High school had to come first even though he had gone thorugh all of this already. At least he was gliding through having had learned a lot of the material already. Mind you, a lot of the math was new. Blew his mind, that stuff. He nodded as Oliver spoke, leaning back in the seat and making himself comfortable. “Just...anyone trying to get in the spotlight would probably not sit well with Evie.”
[/color] He was trying not to say anything too funny to avoid feeding the table any more of Oliver’s coffee, but that was easier said than done. He chuckled at Oliver’s remark, removing his hat and shaking out his hair before putting the hat back on. “Guess not,”[/color] he agreed, offering Oliver more napkins to clean his mess up with. Coffee always reminded Fox of Sebby, who drank at least four cups a day despite hating the stuff. The man constantly complained about how it tasted like shit, yet insisted on consuming the beverage anyways. He had never really bothered to ask why he drank so much coffee if he didn’t like it. Frankly, he found it weird that someone didn’t like the taste. He loved it, though he tried to keep it on a minimum basis. He had enough energy as it was, he didn’t need excessive amounts of caffeine to aid in that. Most of RSOR would probably go insane, if they weren’t already, if he was hyper off of caffeine all of the time. It was hard enough keeping track of Isa on a sugar rush, let alone him. No, he would stick to his hot chocolates unless it was absolutely necessary. He would probably have a few cups before the bonfire just because he didn’t want to do any under aged drinking in front of so many younger students. That was the sort of thing he would keep in the privacy of his family’s beach where no one could get hurt. He was eager though, always up for meeting new people and figuring that this would be a great way to. He had every intention of bringing Rita and maybe even his portable amp so that some music could accompany the fire. There would certainly be enough skilled musicians there, so what was the harm in that? Mind you, the amp wasn’t very big. It ran on batteries so it was only big enough to fit inside of his hat. It was better than nothing though. He also figured that the bon fire would be a great way to catch up with the people he hadn’t already seen. “Yeah, exactly. Next time though,”[/color] he nodded confidently, knowing that the high school would have plenty of other opportunities. “I’m going to bring Rita with me. She recently got a makeover. My cousin and I thought she was too plain looking and painted on her and decorated her and stuff. She’s a high class hoo—guitar now,”[/color] he stopped himself from saying anything too funny, taking several long swigs of his hot chocolate to occupy his mouth with. [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 588 outfit: this lyrics: pokemon theme song, don’t judge! notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Jun 10, 2011 22:28:16 GMT -7
It seemed that no matter what time period a reincarnate was originally from, there were new concepts to be added, new things to learn. Learning was something that would never cease, it seemed. History was probably his most fascinating class, for obvious reasons. While he'd only studied U.S. History at Riverdale, he'd taken his share of history classes in middle school. It never really captivated him as much before as it did now. Sure, history was interesting back then to, but it was different when learning about something you'd lived directly through, or knew someone who had. It was a bit, he imagined, like a Muggleborn sitting in a Muggle Studies class at Hogwarts. Reincarnates read Harry Potter too, you know. "Agreed. She's not all that terrible to work for, though. You just have to get past the whole...royal treatment thing."[/color] An apt description, all things considered. "Good sense of humor."[/color] A good sense of humor was important with Oliver. He enjoyed that Fox possessed this trait as well, although Fox took it on a tangent that Oliver often didn't see coming, which resulted in puddles of coffee on the table. At least that crisis was averted, and the table was now free of any excess coffee. Oliver enjoyed coffee, though his body still needed time to adjust to it in heavy doses. One particular incident in the RSOR room earlier in the school year resulted in Oliver, in a fitful sleep after having coffee, flinging himself into a nearby wall. Now Oliver knew that he had to limit his coffee intake right before bed, and watch how much coffee he had period. He liked the stuff, but a hyper Oliver was as bad as any hyper reincarnate. ...well, maybe not Joan of Arc. She could be downright scary on sugar cubes. Watching her in the wax museum after she ingested a few of those...well, let's just say that if someone could handle that, they could probably handle a hyperactive five year old with ease. At least the five year old would be short...er. Oliver shook his head, still smiling a little. "I think she'll skip out on going no matter how many next times there are. Can't say I entirely blame her either, but I also wouldn't be surprised if she insisted on going just to face her fears. It's a big step up from the febreeze candles she was testing her fears on earlier in the year to a bonfire though."[/color] Oliver still didn't feel as though he was disclosing too much information here. So, Isabella was afraid of fire. Even those who didn't know about her past life (the true reason she was so afraid) probably knew about the incident in the beginning of the school year where her hair caught on fire. Who wouldn't be a little afraid of fire after their hair pulled something like that, ala a 1980s Michael Jackson Pepsi commercial? Oliver swirled around the remaining coffee in his cup as Fox explained Rita's makeover. He knew better than to sip any more beverages while Fox was talking. "I'll look forward to seeing her, then. Hopefully we'll get treated to some music as well. Wonder if The Guillotines will be playing..."[/color] Didn't sound like a bad idea. Maybe he'd discuss that with Evie. Then again, maybe not. The bonfire was still a bit off, after all, and in the end it was their decision. It would provide a little extra pocket money for Oliver, though, which was certainly a plus to him. Oliver was grateful to Fox for not completing his original statement about Rita, and gulped down another mouthful of coffee. Word count: 635 To: Dee with Fox Notes: I'm surprised no one's mentioned the similarities between Isa and Michael Jackson, considering the hair on fire thing. XD |
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Post by foxdeluca on Jun 18, 2011 17:42:00 GMT -7
I WANT TO BE THE VERY BEST like no one ever was, to catch them is my real test [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • OLIPOO ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Fox liked to think that he was an easy guy to get along with, no matter who the person was. He tried to treat everyone he met the same as he wished to be treated; just like you were taught in kindergarten. It seemed like a foolish concept, but it worked surprisingly well. Throughout his life, this one and the last, whenever Fox treated bullies and negative Nancy’s like they were goods friends of his they got bored of trying to make his life miserable. Mind you, this didn’t work on everyone. There would always be exceptions, but he liked to think that most of RSOR didn’t mind his presence. If they didn’t then he hoped that they would inform him; even Angelo seemed to like him more now that they weren’t roommates. Part of that was probably because Hayden tended to bring out the rowdy teenage boy that still lurked within him. So he nodded, a slight grin on his face because he enjoyed conversation with Oliver. “I think I could manage that, the royal treatment thing, but honestly...I don’t think I’d want to be in a band with RSOR. Too much at stake, you get what I mean?”
[/color] He didn’t want to say anything too specific with people around. “You don’t really get much privacy so there would be a lot of explaining to do,”[/color] was all he could really say without people wondering. “It’s always good to face your fears,”[/color] he stated obviously. “I’ll let you in on a secret,”[/color] he said in a dramatic voice, leaning forward. He leaned his forearms on to the table and moved forward, similar to what someone did when interested in the conversation. “I used to be horrified of swimming, because I never learned how before. But see, there’s a De Luca tradition to just throw tour kids in the water and refuse to save them until they can do the backstroke, and even though I’m not biologically a De Luca I still applied for said tradition,”[/color] he explained, his posture still rather relaxed and casual despite leaning forward. “And now, now I jump in lakes with strangers who happen to be a rather beautiful young lady.”[/color] That last bit was spoken more to himself than to Oliver, leaning back into the booth as he spoke and sliding down a bit. “If she does go,”[/color] he started. “I wouldn’t bother her. Leave her to her thoughts; bothering her would probably just make it harder for her to handle.”[/color] Fox was smarter than people gave him credit for. More than Rita, Fox had a new guitar he wanted to try out. A five string bass that had cost his fathers’ a pretty penny. A birthday gift that had brought tears to his eyes. However, there wasn’t much solo jamming one could do with just a bass. Lolita, the sexy name for the sexy new bass, would be sitting in her case for a while unless he was sure that Evie and the Guillotines would be coming along. Perhaps he would bring Lolita and her amp in the back of his car, just in case. “That’d be kind of awesome. I’d kind of love to join in; I have a new bass to give some lovin’ to so maybe I’ll go track her down. We might be able to plug the equipment into my car if needed. Portable amps are about the size of my hat, they’re good for small jam sessions in the halls but not for performances and stuff like this.”[/color] Unless Oliver wanted to tinker with the extra amps he had lying around to see if he could do something. [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 611 outfit: this lyrics: pokemon theme song, don’t judge! notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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Post by Oliver Lee Winchester on Jun 19, 2011 22:37:23 GMT -7
"I can understand that."[/color] He could. As it was, when RSOR members gathered outside of the RSOR room or another private area they had to use code to disguise what they were really talking about. Technically Fox wasn't using code to explain the situation - He was explaining it how it was, to the best of his ability without mentioning anything that would be too dangerous in the hands of normals. "And I agree. Evie's fine if you know how to handle her."[/color] Oliver did, for the most part. Then again, he was a pretty easygoing guy when it came to those sorts of things. There were only certain things that set him off, and though he'd snapped at Evie a couple of times, she'd actually surprised him by being understanding toward his frustrations when he did. Oliver looked down a little at Fox's next words. Facing one's fears was almost as common a subject in RSOR as life and death. A poll that he'd posted on RSOR.com recently provided proof. While there were some that didn't fear the way that they died, most admitted that they were at least a little afraid. Oliver was not overly worried about his method of death at the age of fifteen. Not many fifteen year olds suffered heart attacks, after all. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little worried whenever indigestion popped up, or when his heart attacks from before were mentioned. In no way were they a pleasant sensation, and Oliver did not want to relive that again. Not for a long time, at the very least. It was nice to hear of Fox confronting his fears and learning how to swim, but there was something else in that conversation that Oliver zeroed in on. He was far more than just a fifteen year old, but he was still a fifteen year old biologically. Therefore, jumping into a lake with a beautiful girl piqued his interest. "Who?"[/color] Olvier couldn't help but think that there was more to it than that. He also nodded at Fox's next message, though the look on his face suggested that he was still giving it a lot of thought. Bothering Isa might make it harder for her to handle, but knowing that she had someone there to help her through it might help her handle it better. It really varied from person to person, and there was never a manual to tell you who was who. Oliver knew that he himself would prefer if someone helped him through it, but Isa was rather fiercely independent. Fox's words might be right after all. Or Isa might be putting up a front...it was hard to tell. "I guess...but feeling as though you have no one there to help you through can be a pretty nasty feeling too."[/color] Oliver usually had absolutely no problems with tinkering. He'd be a little hesitant to tamper with Fox's equipment, owing to the risk that he might break something very near and dear to Fox, but the operative word in that sentence was 'little'. "You have an extension cord long enough for that?"[/color] He questioned Fox when he mentioned hooking up to his car. "I'd say check with The Guillotines or at least Evie before you do anything, though. I could give them a heads up for you, but I think you guys should talk if anything's going to be done."[/color] Word count: To: Dee with Fox Notes: Took me long enough...I'll check the word count later XD
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Post by foxdeluca on Jun 26, 2011 3:11:15 GMT -7
I WANT TO BE THE VERY BEST like no one ever was, to catch them is my real test [/font] • • • • • • • • • • • OLIPOO ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center] Speaking in code was probably the hardest thing about RSOR. Even when he wasn’t high it was difficult, given that half of the time Fox just sort of talked. Don’t get him wrong, he usually thought about what he said before he opened his mouth, but he didn’t usually take into consideration that someone might hear and question the conversation. He wasn’t really used to having to watch what he said, even after all this time. Ash and Seb were so blunt and open about everything so it just sort of came naturally to Fox. It was part of the reason he often came across as a total idiot. He gave a little nod. “I’ve met worse people,”
[/color] he shrugged indifferently. Fox had a knack for handling extreme personalities, that much was clear. He was skilled at handling assholes and bossy Betty’s. It was rare for Fox to dislike or even hate someone; very rare. He could count on one hand the people he strongly disliked and still have fingers left over. When it came to Fox’s fears, it often didn’t seem like he had any. Most of his fears were rather specific and not things that really appeared in everyday life. While Fox was, yes, afraid of getting terribly ill he knew his chances for that weren’t very great. Modern medicine was always advancing and even if he did end up getting terminally sick again he could die knowing that, hopefully, he did something worthy of his second chance at life. Really, Fox was more worried about getting assassinated. He was more scared of guns and getting shot at given someone once tried to assassinate him simply for the color of his skin. But given the chance Fox would probably assassinate a clown. And broccoli. It was the only thing Fox’s stomach of steal refused. Getting sick he could probably deal with, getting shot and he would be like Isa meeting a candle. Even just paintball guns made him nervous, and the gun shaped lighters. At least he had managed to cross learning how to swim off of his list of fears though. His stupid and abnormally large grin never faltered, the too-big lip ring poking out awkwardly as it usually did. “It’s a secret,”[/color] he winked as he shifted his bottom. He was starting to get numb from sitting in the same place for so long. He was also a bit restless and both legs bounced in time to songs he was hearing in his head. “You might find out in time. You might not. It depends.”[/color] He attempted to make his voice sound cryptic and mysterious but it fluctuated on him, getting that typical stoner sound to it while getting a bit deeper and strained. He honestly didn’t do this on his own; it was all his body. Fox wasn’t quite sure what would come of him and Rose, but he liked to think that they would be more than random strangers who swam naked together. The naked bit he would leave out of his story for Oliver though. He didn’t want to cause any more spills, if you know what I mean. “Everyone’s different, and with Isa it’s hard to say. I’d imagine she’d get a little irritated if people kept bugging her though; she seems to like to do things on her own. She has to be strong...”[/color] He sort of trailed off, feeling like that was all that really needed to be said. His grin turned into a smirk when Oliver questioned the extension cord thing, giving a look that said “You know how I do”. “Of course I have one long enough!”[/color] he exclaimed, his voice fluctuating again and getting a bit loud. “I am insulted that you would ask me such a question,”[/color] he teased with a chuckle, proceeding to nod. “Don’t want to steal their thunder,”[/color] he pointed out casually. He doubted it would be that big of a deal bit he would definitely check to avoid conflict. [/justify] [/blockquote] words: 661 outfit: this lyrics: pokemon theme song, don’t judge! notes: - - - [/blockquote] |
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