Paper Airplanes and Diary Pages

[jaycie]

Oliver was being completely unhelpful in her quest for normalcy. She was trying to push in one way, he was trying to pull her in another direction, and all that they accomplished was staying at a standstill. Maya was starting to feel very overwhelmed by the whole conversation, and just needed it to go the way she wanted. She was starting to feel out of control of the situation, and that was never a good feeling for her. ”You keep talking about these other people! I don't know who they are, I don't know how you know who they are, but that's not helping me any!” Kimaya knew she was freaking out, and sounding more than a little hysterical, but she didn't like the situation she was in. The conversation was unnerving her for reasons she couldn't understand. All she wanted was to push it out of her mind. ”I don't know what you're talking about!”[/b] she repeated, somewhat desperately. ”What did you research? What did she react badly to? Why are you being so vague?” Honestly, Maya wasn't sure she wanted the answers to these questions – actually, she knew she didn't – but she had to ask. For reasons she didn't understand, she had to try to figure out what Oliver knew but wasn't telling her, even if she didn't want to hear the answers.

Maya decided she wasn't going to answer any more of Oliver's strange questions. Well, she wasn't going to until he had asked her if she wrote her name wrong when he was a kid. Finally, a chance to prove to him that he didn't know everything that went on with her as a child. ”No, I never wrote my name wrong,” she answered, somewhat coldly. Right after she said that, though, she faltered. She had never wrote her name wrong, but what about the nickname she had given herself; the one she had insisted was her name for so long. ”Well, unless you could the nickname, but I don't,” she continued, her tone just a bit softer than it had been previously. The statement was vague, but it was meant more for her than for Oliver, anyway.

At Oliver's next words, Maya smiled lightly, and looked down at the ground blushing. She had just been teasing him, and he had turned it around, and made it into a compliment. A strange feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone with his next words. ”What club? she asked curiously. He had never mentioned a club to her before. Maybe he wasn't going to share his secrets after all. She had only been joking before, but she really had hoped he would try to help her out. ”I've never heard you say anything about a club.” Her voice was somewhat accusing, which made her feel really bad. She and Oliver weren't super close or anything. He wasn't required to tell her everything he did by any means. Part of her just felt hurt that he wouldn't have shared this information when he knew she was struggling so much at the school. A friend would have wanted to help her, right? Maybe Oliver didn't consider them to be friends.

The last thought made her feel foolish. He was just pitying her. That wasn't what she wanted. When he offered to teach her how to fold the airplane, she just stared at him. ”Maybe later,” she told him shortly. ”I'm not really in the mood right now.” When he asked her to hold the tape measure while he measured how far the plane flew, she took a hold of it, but didn't comment. She just stared at the ground, feeling more and more like she knew she shouldn't have trusted him. This was why she never let people in. It was the second time she had allowed this to happen to herself. Never again.

She heard his compliment, but ignored it in favor of the sketchbook. Who was this kid? There were things in there that she didn't understand, and knew that he couldn't possibly either. Except it seemed he did. Ignoring the feeling that it was yet another question she didn't want to know the answer to, she pointed at the sketchbook. ”So, um, what is that?” She tried to keep her voice as calm as possible. After her earlier freak out, she could understand if he didn't want to tell her, but she knew something wasn't right about the pictures. Honestly, she was starting to feel like something wasn't exactly as it seemed with Oliver, and that had her so confused.

His comments on past lives had her shaking her head. She didn't believe in them. But the tone of voice he was using – it was knowing. Yet again, Kimaya got the growingly familiar feeling that she was starting to hate. The one that told her that Oliver knew something she didn't. But that was crazy. Past lives weren't an actual possibility. She shook her head of the thoughts, not wanting to dwell on them any farther. ”You can think what you want, I guess, but I don't think its a possibility.” Her cold, disbelieving tone was back.

The Words: 874
The Tag: Oliver/Mandee
The Notes: eck it sucks. but she's not trying to be mean! poor oliver.

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver certainly hadn't expected her to react the way that she did. This put him at a loss as to what to say or do next. She was out of her realm of comfort, and now he was as well. He didn't like to see her upset, especially knowing that he was the one who caused it. "I..."[/color] He tried to make a good explanation come out, but nothing came. His mind was betraying him for once, and any time he thought he had something to say, Kimaya would interrupt it with another outburst. Part of him wanted to yell back at her for overreacting. Really, did she have to go this crazy on him? He wasn't keeping secrets to spite her, after all.

He decided to just stay quiet and listen to what she had to say. That was probably for the best anyway. This wasn't going at all like he wanted it to, and he felt as though if he said anything else, he might offend Kimaya more and just make everything worse. This was all his fault anyway, wasn't it? She was freaking out about how secretive he was. Yet, ironically enough, she was pretty secretive herself.

Then again, she'd shared so much with him already. Perhaps it was his duty to share what he knew with her. It especially hit him when she mentioned that she was not in the mood to learn how to fold a paper airplane. She'd been the one to suggest it, after all, just a few minutes before! "I think you'd fit in well in this club. I think you should join, Maya, I really do. Everyone in it feels like they belong in a different time. Because..."[/color] He trailed off when she mentioned the notebook in his hand. His eyes widened and a bit of color drained out of his face as he realized exactly what page his notebook was open to.

"That's...you know how you write stories? This is the book I use to jot down all my ideas for things. I like to build and make things." He flipped the book back to the front page, and began to show her some of his designs. "This is a design I made for a vacuum for my mom. She...she liked the drawing a lot. I don't think she expected me to make it for her, though. She still uses it."[/color] He then turned to a picture of what appeared to be a doorbell, as well as some wires. "That's just a simple design for a doorbell. Nothing too big."[/color] He knew she wasn't asking about all of the smaller designs, though. She'd seen one specific page, and she wanted to know about that page in particular. So he flipped to the page with the airplanes on it.

"This one's an airplane I want to build some day."[/color] He pointed to a rather old-fashioned looking airplane. It wasn't the type of airplane that a fourteen year old boy would normally draw. It was in a distinct early 20th century style. Then there was the Wright Flyer, on the same page, along with various comparisons. Not just the sort of comparisons one might expect to draw, such as differences in how it was fueled. No, the comparisons consisted of distinct measurements and materials that either were used or would be used. The sort of information that one would most definitely not expect a wide-eyed freshman to have, not even one with considerable mechanical talent. Not even one who simply did research. The sort of information one would expect from someone who'd been there.

"That's up to you, Kimaya. I can't force you to believe anything."[/color] He reached out and grabbed her hand. "I'm not gonna give up on you though. I'm not going to abandon you just because we think differently. You don't deserve that."[/color] The time for keeping secrets was over. He already saw how that affected the girl before him, and he absolutely hated it. He wanted to go back to joking around with her, discussing things with her, sharing secrets. Not her pulling away, not keeping things from her. Most of all, though, he wanted her to believe him, to listen to every word that he was saying, and to know that she wasn't alone. Now that she was at Riverdale, she never would be. He did not want her to feel like he was betraying her.

Word count: 885
To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: Methinks Oliver is getting one too. =)

[jaycie]

Kimaya knew she was freaking out. She knew that she needed to calm down. It wasn't like she meant to explode the way she did, but she was just so frustrated. The look on Oliver's face made her feel really bad. He hadn't deserved that. She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair. ”I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to freak out like that. I – don't know why I acted like that.” She could tell that she had shocked Oliver with her outburst. It was so unlike her to react the way she had, and she felt absolutely terrible about it. All she could do was hope that Oliver would forgive her. She didn't want him mad at her, especially for something that she couldn't even explain. The last thing she wanted to do was lose his friendship over her overreaction to the conversation.

The only good that came from her outburst was that it had seemed to put a stop to the questions. Even though Maya knew she had overreacted, she still didn't like the questions that Oliver had been asking. It seemed that they had stopped for now, for which Kimaya was grateful. She had opened up to Oliver more than she had even opened up to anyone else, but that didn't mean that she was comfortable with the questions he kept asking. Granted, she was still mentally kicking herself for reacting the way she did – what if she had pushed him away? – but that didn't mean she wanted to answer these questions that made no sense. If she just understood what they meant, she wouldn't have as much of a problem, but for now she was just frustrated with them.

And honestly, she was still frustrated with Oliver to an extent as well. He kept making references to this club, this club that she had no idea what it was. He was telling her that she would fit in, but he wasn't telling her anything else about it. ”How am I supposed to know if I will fit in or not if you won't even tell me what kind of club it is?” She tried to keep the accusing tone out of her voice this time. If Oliver felt like she would fit in, she was sure she would, but she didn't know what he was even talking about. ”I don't know what you're talking about,” she repeated again, but in a far less hysterical tone this time. She just wanted to understand.

Oliver's reaction to her pointing out the sketchbook confused her. Although, thinking about it, it probably shouldn't have. After all, hadn't she just decided that something wasn't quite right about the pictures? Instead of calling him out on it, though, she just nodded, looking interested. ”That sounds neat. Show me some? It you want to, of course,” she said, adding the last part on quickly. She had never shown him any of her writing, after all, so why should be feel compelled to show her his drawings? As he started flipping through the drawings, showing them to her, a small part of her wanted to ask just how old he was when he made some of these. She wasn't sure where the feeling had come from, but she wasn't going to give in to it. Instead she just smiled. ”These are really really good, Oli,” she told him, hoping he saw her use of his nickname for what it was – sort of a peace offering, and yet another apology.

When Oliver showed her the picture of the airplane, she stared at it, shocked. So bad she wanted to comment on everything she was seeing, but didn't want to risk upsetting him and pushing him away. The details he used, the things he knew – Maya knew nothing at all about planes, so she wasn't aware of the extent of how incredible what she was seeing was, but she did know that it wasn't exactly normal. She was slowly starting to learn that normal was a relative term around here. ”That's awesome. So the paper planes are just practice, huh?” she asked, smiling. She studied the picture for a few more seconds, resolving to try and do some research when she got back to her room.

Surprised was an understatement to what Kimaya was feeling when Oliver grabbed her hand. She glanced quickly at their hands, then back at him, before trying to regain her train of thought. It was good to know that Oliver wasn't planning on abandoning her anytime soon. She had been having so much fun with him before things had taken a turn that she hadn't expected. All she wanted was to have that back, and to move past the craziness of the past few minutes. She tried to think of an answer that didn't sound stupid, but all she could come up with was a simple, ”Thanks, Oli, I appreciate that.” She never noticed that she hadn't let go of his hand. She was just glad to know that she hadn't lost her friend.

The Words: 849
The Tag: Oliver/Mandee
The Notes: bahaha I kind of miss being fourteen. eck, not really. geez, this took me forever to write! -pokes it- eh, I kind of hate it...

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver could not help but smile in spite of himself when she apologized for her outburst. He was the one playing games here, and yet she was apologizing. He couldn't help but find that slightly amusing, in a sad way. He was the one that should be apologizing. "You acted like that because I acted like an ass and kept bombarding you with questions without providing any answers of my own."[/color] He figured that this was a pretty fair assessment.

She wanted to know about the club. At this point, it felt like the only thing he could do was oblige her. He wasn't even sure if she would believe him, but he knew she was one. There was no doubt about it in his mind that she was a reincarnate. "It's called the RSOR. Have you heard about it?"[/color] He paused, waiting for a response from her on this point. He figured she had to have at least heard of the RSOR...shy or not, it seemed as though everyone in the school was talking about it. Oliver had heard the acronym numerous times before he was confronted by Isabella. He knew that he had to take this slowly, but that he also had to supply the right amount of information to Maya. He didn't want her to freak out on him again, after all.

"I don't mind showing you. After giving you the third degree, it's only fair I give you something back."[/color] He grinned as she complimented his diagrams. "Thanks."[/color] He watched her expression closely when they reached the diagram of the airplane. He could tell that she was caught off guard by it, but decided not to say anything until she made a comment on it. Of course, she only commented on the paper airplanes being practice, though he could see the questioning look in her eyes. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."[/color] Oliver stated with a small smile. Then he looked down at the almost forgotten tape measure that Kimaya still held the end of in her hand. He looked her in the eye with a large grin. "So, you still up for paper airplane folding lessons?"[/color]

He took the other end of the tape measure and began to pull it toward the area that he'd seen the paper airplane fall into. This involved a bit of searching, as it had landed in the grass, but eventually Oliver found it. He held the tape measure right over the point and then flipped a switch on the tape measure to hold the tape where it was currently. He jotted down the measurement on the tape measure. He took another device out of his pocket, this one yellow and rectangular shaped with numbers on it. He studied the device, jotting down more information, and then placed it back into his pocket. Then he headed back over to Kimaya, paper airplane in one hand and sketchbook in the other.

"You can let go of the tape measure now. Thanks for doing that. Hard to make measurements like that by yourself. My brother usually helps me with that sort of thing, but I don't know where he is right now."[/color] Another slip up, like the one in class, but this one he didn't care about as much. He was fairly certain she would find out who he was soon enough anyway, and if not? Well, it could be interpreted as a completely normal statement.

"Ready for paper airplane folding 101?"[/color] He asked with a laugh. Really, it felt just as nice discussing relatively normal things with her as it did discussing the odder things. Now that he had most of the information he was searching for, he could let his guard down and just relax a bit. Thus far, high school hadn't involved much of that.


Word count: 885
To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: Methinks Oliver is getting one too. =)

[jaycie]

Kimaya couldn't help but grin a little at Oliver's explanation. In some ways she agreed with what he was saying, even though she felt it was just as much her fault as it was his. After all, she was the one who overreacted. ”You weren't acting like an ass,” she told him, but was unable to bring herself to deny the rest of his statement. After all, wasn't that what she had just been thinking? ”How about we just say it was both of our fault, and then forget about it?” Because, really, forgetting about everything that had just happened between them was all she wanted to do. That hadn't been her most shining moment, after all. She just hoped he was amenable to forgetting it as well.

RSOR. The acronym sparked something in her mind. She had heard it before, of course. Everywhere she went, someone was talking about it. As quiet as Maya was, people often payed her no attention, and said things around her that they wouldn't have otherwise. ”I have, actually. Everyone talks about it, but no one seems to know what it is,” she said, sounding surprised that she actually knew what he was talking about for once. ”I think my roommates have something to do with it, actually, but who knows. They're so secretive.” So far her roommates hadn't paid much attention to her, which Maya wasn't too upset about. They seemed nice enough, but she often felt like she was intruding on a big private joke when she was around them. It was because of this that she usually found herself hiding out in other parts of the school. That was another reason she was so appreciative of Oliver's friendship.

When Oliver asked her about the paper airplane folding lesson, Kimaya felt really bad again. She had been so mean to him! It was completely out of her nature to react the way she had. ”Definitely,” she answered with a small smile. ”I don't know what came over me earlier, I don't usually act like that, I swear.” She felt a pang of guilt surge through her once again as she thought about how she had treated Oliver. He didn't deserve that. It made her feel terrible just thinking about it.

Maya watched carefully as Oliver took the measurements, then wrote them down in his sketchbook. He was taking this really seriously. Maya grinned, finding his dedication endearing. It was this that set Oliver apart from Jason. Jason had folded paper airplanes simply to throw at people – Oliver made them to prove a point, or to figure out some new information that he hadn't known previously. When he walked back over to her, she smiled. It was nice to hear more about his family, even if he was only mentioning them in passing detail. ”So you have a brother and a sister, right? Any other siblings? Do they go here?” She realized that she was bombarding him with questions, and backed off a bit to give him time to answer. After all, she had gotten mad at him for asking so many questions without waiting for an answer. It didn't seem fair that she was doing the same to him. ”Sorry to just throw all those questions at you – I guess I'm just really interested in hearing more about your family.”

”Yeah, I definitely am,” she answered with a smile, glad the conversation had finally reentered normal. She was much more comfortable with talking to Oliver like they were just two kids having fun during their time off, instead of worrying about what turn the conversation was going to take next. ”You're going to teach me how to make one as neat as the one you made, right?” She already knew how to make a simple airplane, of course. After all, she had grown up with her older brother as her best friend. He had taught her all sorts of things that she wouldn't normally have done if it hadn't been for him. Which apparently included paper airplanes.

The Words: 677
The Tag: Oliver/Mandee
The Notes: shoooooort. I wrote this like twice more after you went to bed, and I'm still not completely satisfied with it. but i'm exhausted, and I promised you'd have a reply in the morning, so here you go. xD

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

He smiled as she insisted that he wasn't an ass. Well, that sure was nice, but that didn't change the way that he felt about the whole thing. It didn't help that he wanted to share everything so badly with her, so he was kicking himself already as it was.

At this point, Kimaya chose to mention her roommates. Oliver could not help but flash a knowing grin at this point. "Yeah, both of them are involved with it."[/color] He wasn't going to mention just yet that Kimaya's roommates happened to be Joan of Arc and Bonnie Parker. He figured that much was up to them. "J...Isabella's one of the leaders, actually."[/color] Despite his best intentions, Oliver almost slipped up at this point and called Isabella by her "real" name. He vaguely recalled Kimaya mentioning a nickname. "What was your nickname, by the way? I always misspelled my name as O-r-v-i-l-l-e. Took me years to spell it correctly. Teachers had a field day with me."[/color] He chuckled, but this time it was at himself. He was asking a more personal question again, but this time decided to throw in a bit of personal information of his own. Very personal, really. He wasn't outright confessing who he was, but this was more than just a vague hint at this point.

Oliver shook his head when Kimaya started apologizing once again. "Just forget about it, okay? It's already in the past."[/color] He smiled. If someone did something to really upset him, he was the type to hold a grudge against that person. However, what Kimaya did hardly registered on that scale. It was a reality check, comparable to if someone took a bucket of water and splashed it in his face. He was so concentrated on making clever hints that he wasn't taking into account the feelings of the girl before him.

Oliver smiled a huge smile when Kimaya showed that she was indeed still interesting in tossing that paper airplane. Thank goodness - He thought he'd lost her on that one for a second. The paper airplanes seemed like the perfect way to combine normalcy with what he truly was. He was happy that Kimaya was willing to partake in that, and even learn how to make one of her own. He nodded in response to Kimaya's next inquiry. "Of course. We can even test it afterward too. Data on just one trial isn't enough to really go on, you know."[/color] It felt a bit lame to be doing this with a paper airplane, but he needed an outlet and there it was, presenting itself. It was certainly better than nothing, but he wanted to be testing out the real thing, or at least something more useful in nature. That would earn him more than a few odd looks, however. She was already questioning him about the airplane pictures!

When she started asking him questions about his family, Oliver stared at her for a few seconds, his eyes widening slightly. He'd made a mistake there - She was questioning him on this. That wasn't the way it was supposed to go at all. He figured it was only fair that he answer, however. He was going to answer honestly too. "I have a few, although I haven't seen most of them in a while. Reuch is..." Oliver made to count on his fingers, trying to figure out how old his oldest brother would be if this were 'back in the day' and he was still Orville. He would go about this process with all of his 'siblings'. He still considered them to be very much his siblings, after all, even though he had no idea where they were in this life...or if they were even reincarnated. It just felt right that way. "Twenty-four, I think? Lorin's twenty-two. Will's eighteen, and Cindy's seventeen and goes here. Kate is eleven."[/color] Any research on the Wright brothers would indicate that these were the names of all of the Wright children (with the exception of Cindy, obviously), but Oliver didn't much care at this point. She asked him about his siblings - all of them - and he was going to oblige. At the very least, she might realize the oddity of some of the names. He felt like asking her about her siblings in return, but was still a bit cautious of asking any questions at this point, lest he upset her again.

"So, I guess you'll probably need a piece of paper to start with..."[/color] He grinned, ripping out a couple of pieces of paper from his sketchbook. Empty pieces, of course. He handed one to her. "I started off like a normal paper airplane...you know how to fold those, I hope?"[/color] He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He knew that she was shy and withdrawn from most of her classmates, but this seemed like it would be rather common knowledge for any high school student...especially one who had a brother. He started to fold his piece of paper into the shape of your average paper airplane, all the while watching her motions with her hands to make sure that she was doing everything correctly as well. He took a seat on the ground, as it was easier from this position to do everything (and more comfortable).


Word count: 797
To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: Wheeeee. XD

[jaycie]

Maya was glad that she could actually contribute to the conversation finally. Most of the time they had spent out here so far today, she had felt like she had no idea what was going on, so it was good to finally know something. ”I figured they must be. They seem to know more about it than most of the school does,” she told him, kind of hinting that she knew he knew more too, and that she hoped he would tell her. She wasn't going to outright ask him to explain exactly what the RSOR was, though. Speaking of things she wasn't going to ask about, she had noticed that it seemed like Oliver was going to say something else before he said Isabella's name. Certain that was something else to do with RSOR, and would come with the explanation should he choose to give it to her, she ignored it, and commented on something completely different. ”I didn't know that Isabella was one of the leaders, though. That's kind of cool.” Her roommate was one of the leaders of the most talked about club in the school, and yet Maya still had no idea what it was about. Talk about frustrating.

She froze when Oliver mentioned the nickname she had mentioned earlier. He hadn't commented on it before, so she had assumed he had missed her comment. It wasn't until after he shared something about his past that she decided she would go ahead and answer his question. ”Orville? I guess I could see that,” she told him, although she wasn't being completely honest. The two names were fairly similar, but she didn't really see how a child would confuse them. She wasn't going to dwell on it. ”Oh, it was kind of silly. For some reason when I was a kid, I convinced myself that my name was Anne, and demanded that everyone call me that. My brother did for a while, but then told me he was tired of the game. Mom and Dad never did, though. After Jason stopped, I stopped trying to get people to call me Anne.” It was another example of Jason setting her straight as a child. It still confused her as to why she had chosen Anne as her nickname. Even though it still felt right to her, even now.

A sigh of relief escaped Maya at Oliver's next words. She was so sure that her outburst and subsequent overreaction had pushed him away from her. It was good to know that it hadn't. ”Consider it forgotten,” she told him, a huge smile on her face. She was really glad that Oliver wasn't going to hold a grudge. It seemed that he didn't have the same bad habits that she did. If someone made her mad, more often than not she would be mad for a long time. This case didn't count. It wasn't Oliver's fault that she had reacted the way she did.

Oliver's enthusiasm at wanting to test the next plane as well made Maya want to laugh, she she refrained. Instead she gave her science partner a small smile. ”Of course. It can be like a trial run for science class.” She grinned to show him that she was only kidding, and that she would be happy to help him test the next paper airplane as well. ”I like helping you test the planes, really,” she told him, just in case he hadn't picked up on the hint. ”It's a lot of fun.”

Kimaya couldn't believe how many siblings Oliver had. As he continued listing them, she grew more and more in awe, and also a little jealous. ”Wow, that's awesome. I'm so jealous!” she told him honestly. ”It's just me and Jason at home, and well....we're not as close as we used to be. I always wanted an older sister.” she added wistfully. As much as she loved Jason, and had loved spending time with him, she had always felt like there was someone missing. Maybe that's why she had an older sister in the family that she had created for herself. She always felt that it would be nice to have someone to talk to, someone to share secrets with. Someone who would had gone through what she wanted to talk about. But no, it was just her and Jason, and she couldn't talk to Jason.

She took the paper that he handed her, and laughed at his question. ”I might have lived a sheltered life, Oli, but I lived it with an older brother. Trust me, I do know how to fold a simple plane.” She sat down beside him, and started to fold the basic paper plane that every seven year old learned how to fold. For a moment, she got lost in a flashback, remembering when Jason had first taught her how to fold one. Why did everything have to go so wrong with him? They used to have so much fun together. She just hoped that her friendship with Oliver turned out differently.

The Words: 842
The Tag: Oliver/Mandee
The Notes: hmmm. I can't think of anything to say this time. xP

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Perfect. He had a name to go on. Granted, it was a fairly average name, rather common in both the past and currently. Still, it was something that he could go on, and he would certainly take this opportunity. He figured the name Anne had to come from her past life too, as he could not work out any possible way that she would get 'Anne' from Kimaya. With Oliver and Orville it was sort of understandable...if one wanted to force an understanding, of course. And most people did. The truth was too far out of the realm of possibility for most people.

"Well, I don't think the name Anne sounds so bad. Just like I don't think Orville sounds that bad either. People like to make a big deal out of things that they really shouldn't."[/color] Oliver sighed, shaking his head. If a kid wanted to be called something else, really, what was the big deal? That was what nicknames were for, right? Of course, he knew there was a bit more to it than that, but it angered him to hear the way that Kimaya was treated because of her request for a 'nickname'. He looked at Kimaya with a small grin. "So, what do you prefer? Kimaya? Maya? Anne? Mary Poppins?"[/color] He threw the last one in as a joke. In fact, the whole thing was said in a joking tone, but he was of course honestly curious. He would call her Anne if she felt comfortable with it, but he would continue calling her by the name Maya if she so desired. If she opted for Mary Poppins...well, that one was a little odd, but he'd deal.

Honestly, Oliver would have understood the laughter, and probably would have laughed too. He was in full realization of exactly how silly he looked, but it was rare to get a chance to be himself outside of the RSOR HQ. He still had to hide a few things, so no doubt he looked even more odd than he would if, say, he was putting this enthusiasm toward something like a real airplane, or a vacuum, or a computer. Computers were a fascination of his this time around as well. They weren't around in his former lifetime, and therefore they were something entirely new to take apart and explore. He'd never grown out of that 'phase' in his old life, and chances were he wouldn't grow out of it in this lifetime either. He was a born tinkerer, a born inventor.

The teen frowned as Kimaya confessed that she was not as close as she used to be to her brother. He could guess as much from some of the things she said earlier, but it sounded even worse to hear her come out and admit it so bluntly. "Cindy and I aren't either."[/color] He opted to leave out the other siblings, as they were from another lifetime entirely and thus he couldn't say he'd ever interacted with them this lifetime. He'd gotten along with all of them fairly well though, except for Reuchlin, but he was kind of the black sheep of the family. Oddly enough, he'd moved to Kansas City of all places while the rest of the family stayed in Ohio.

Oliver wondered if this perhaps had something to do with why he was born again in Kansas City, but figured it was Isabella/Joan's territory to question such things.

The older sister comment also registered in Oliver's mind. He was going to do a bit of his own research later on. She talked about a young girl in the 1930s, so Oliver would start there. At least he had a time period narrowed down. Now he also had an older sister to add to the mix. He couldn't pose too many questions without sounding suspicious or risking pushing her away however, so he decided to lay off for at least a few minutes.

Oliver grinned as Kimaya ascertained (rather forcefully, he might add) that she had folded a paper airplane before. "Alright, just checking."[/color] He finished up with his paper airplane, then mimicking throwing it a few times. He waited for Kimaya to finish, and then set the plane back down. "Alright, next I added an extra fold to the wing here."[/color] He pointed to the wing in question before adding said extra fold. "My brother and I used to make little helicopters like this when we were kids. We used rubber bands too, though."[/color] Paper airplanes and flying toys held positive memories for both lifetimes. He could remember running around the house with Cindy while they threw paper airplanes at each other. "Cindy's the one who taught me how to fold one, though. Does your brother go here or has he already graduated?"[/color] This question was one of his first posed that did not have any research behind it. In all honesty, he was just curious.


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To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: I'm seriously trying to throw as many hints Maya's way as I can, lol.