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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2014 20:08:35 GMT
There was one thing Cameron liked doing, more then anything else in the world, and that was watching people. She watching people go about a section of their day to day lives and sometimes making up little stories for them. Other times she just wondered what they were thinking or what had happened to them that day. Maybe they were going on a first date with someone they really liked, or maybe they'd just been broken up with. Maybe they'd just got a promotion at work, or they could have been fired. Really, the possibilities were endless. Whenever she did actually approach one of these people, or they approached her she liked to try and work out if they were wearing masks. Emotional masks, of course; Cameron may have been strange, but she wasn't dumb. She liked trying to work out if people were as happy as they truly seemed, which was harder said then done, and she didn't usually work it out in one conversation, but it was fun none the less.
That's why she was enjoying the Capitol so much. It was full of such diverse and interesting people that it easily fuelled her strange hobby. She was sat in the park, looking around at the few Capitol goers, it was about mid day on a week day, so there wasn't that many people out, but still enough to keep her interested. Tucking a strand of curled blonde hair behind her ear she looked over at the person who had decided to join her today.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2014 22:08:13 GMT
It was strange being out so early (in reality it was merely noon, but he was never one to even be bothered to stir at this time), wondering the streets mindlessly with no clue as to why his roommate had woken him up this early. Actually, he knew why, but he wanted to know why he thought it was a good idea to do that. Barry had a mind of his own, and it was clearly malfunctioning. Who in their right mind would wake a man who stayed up until six a.m. at ten to ask him to go out a get cereal for him to binge eat? Exactly, no one. The man was a odd, but his best friend no doubt. There were moments were his sarcasm strangled the optimism of the black haired, blue eyed boy, but they got on quite well. They'd been rooming for a few years, having met through Ansel's scavenging and hitting it off well. Now, it was Barry that did most of the work, the male with the hair the hue of chesnuts and eyes to match just spent most of his time adapting to become nocturnal. The night was his realm, and in his house he was safe. He could be himself around Barry, witty and oozing with sarcasm. Out here in the real world with the sun blazing despite the frigid air that nipped at his exposed neck, face, and fingertips, he was defenseless against humanity. He was utterly vulnerable to the the grasp of socializing, already he'd been attacked by two elder women complimenting is festive maroon sweater. The boy barely could talk to Alexis who had become a decent friend, what was he supposed to do when someone came up and asked for the time?
Having already retrieved the stupid box of cereal he didn't even care for and dropping it off at home (okay, so maybe he opened the door, chucked the cardboard container at his pal and slammed the door shut, but details don't matter). He was up and awake, may as well make something of the day- he hadn't seen the sun in a while. Walking around the park nearest his house, Ansel shoved his hands into his pockets, the tip of his nose a blossoming red at the cold kissed it. There wasn't much to see, really. Not too many people were out, probably because they had jobs which was abnormal to him. Work wasn't his forte, nothing really was. Unless being obnoxiously awkward counted, then he'd take the cake.
Sighing, he shook his head to knock his shaggy hair out of his eyes, the lavish brown locks draping over his forehead rather than invading his shaded irises. Walking wasn't something he was all too used to, so the kid was out of breath quick. Not even bothering to take note of the his surroundings, Ansel just plopped down on a bench, trying to catch his breath. God, he was out of shape. Rubbing his palms together to generate warmth, he dragged his eyes over the horizon, looking from left to right. Then just like that he'd caught a face in his peripheral vision, and he was cringing, letting out a low screech as he folded into himself. Totally was not expecting that. Trying to recover from his little incident, Ansel pressed his fingertips to his chest, breath even heavier than before.
"Christ," he cried, a groan heavy in his voice, "I didn't see you. Ah, god, you scared me. Sorry for shattering your ear drums- but Jesus!" He shook his head, scooting back as he tried to calm.
As if he couldn't have gotten an more anxious in public.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 18:35:29 GMT
A bright laugh bubbled off the girls lips, a huge grin taking over her face as she leant forward to stifle her giggles. It wasn't what she was expecting from the gangly boy, but she loved it none the less. People tended to find her strange, but no one had ever screamed at the site of her- but the Capitol was a new place, and their was a first time for everything, apparently. Straightening up, she stopped laughing, but her too big smile stayed in place as she looked at him, tilting her head to the side. "Are you okay?" She asked, turning her body to face him more. He seemed like a bit of a oddball, or just awkward at the least, it would be fun to try and work him out.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2015 21:44:25 GMT
"Oh," Ansel puffed out, trying to choked down as much sarcasm as he could while responding to the ever generic 'are you okay' question, "I'm just absolutely peachy." Well, at least he tried to not be sarcastic- it didn't work, but there was a mild effort made. Catching his breath, and trying to not panic at the social interaction, he kept his eyes on his fidgeting hands, fingers tangoing on the confines of his lap as he attempted to figure out what move he should make now. He couldn't just get up and walk off, no matter how much he wanted to. That was rude, and where the brunette male was more often than not derisive and a tad bit blunt, he was not rude. So he sat, trying to calm his jitters and actually find a way to socialize. She seemed nice and was pretty enough, but that made it worse- harder on his end. God, he was just in general hopeless. No job, no communication skills, and no one but a cereal hoarding buffoon at home. He still didn't have a clue where Piper, his sister, was and he only kept in contact with his father threw letters. Sucking in a sharp breath, Ansel finally glanced back up at the girl and offered the most awkward of smiles, it coming off more as a grimace than anything. Testing his voice, the slightest hint of a Capitol accent brushed his words, but that was merely because he'd spent so much time here- he didn't fit the bill look wise. In fact, he screamed District Twelve right down to how bad his anxiety was. "Uh," he hesitated, lips moving to crack a lame joke, "Well at least you didn't pour coffee on me."
He physically face palmed, his hand cupping his forehead only a few moments after speaking. She wouldn't understand what he meant, and then would question it, and he'd inevitably have to explain it all. Behind the wall of phalanges and muscle, he sighed and shook his head, offering nearly inaudibly his name, "I'm Ansel, and I quite frankly have no skills when it comes to speaking with others." His fingers curled into his bangs, but he dared a glance her way, the same twisted smile on his lips as he came to terms that he would never get over this case of social anxiety.
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