[p.12]
Mr. Ownage: "That's just personal preferance" he says, not seeming to notice her comment about the oldies not being that old. "Oh, sorry, was that your foot I just stepped on?"
Margem: Margem Okalwa winces and bites her lower lip before nodding 'Yes' to his question. She lets go of his hand and, getting out of his grasp, takes a seat. She puts a hand on her left foot and wills the pain to go away, though the event remains fresh in her mind.
A few seconds later, she finally turns to him, finding her tongue, and says, "Yes, you stepped on my foot.... How long has it been since you've last danced?"
Mr. Ownage: "Ten or fifteen years," the elf said, surprised slightly at actually hearing the numbers that had seemed so unimportant until now. "I told you I hadn't danced in a while."
Margem: She laughs before motioning for him to sit down by her. Margem watches him, noting how caring he is, even when he had just stepped on her foot.
"By the way," she says, "You're forgiven for stepping on my foot."
Mr. Ownage: "Thank you" he says, smiling, his dark brown eyes lighting up. He was glad to have found someone who would forgive him so quickly.
Margem: "You're welcome..." Margem says before she frowns saying, "Don't you wish to sit down, Mr. Ownage?"
Without his answer, she closes her eyes and extends her left hand to him - an invite to help him sit down.
Mr. Ownage: The elf takes her hand and sits beside her. "I really am sorry about your foot." he says, both because he truly is sorry and for lack of anything better to say at the time.
Margem: She smiles and says, "It's alright. My foot's fine, a bit tender, but fine."
Feeling that she wants to be by him more, she leans against him as she looks up at the stars.
"For wandering and travelling all that I have, I have never realized how many there are up there. Billions and billions, and that's just the tip of the spectrum," the redhead says.
Mr. Ownage: "Yes, I know what you mean." he says, gazing at the stars. "I am usually so focused on travelling that I do not have time to look at them." The elf sighs and allows himself to be relaxed by the night and the fact that he is not alone for a change.
Margem: The redhead, not noticing that her genetics is being effected by him, closes her eyes and yawns slightly.
"They're so beautiful," she mutters before falling asleep as she leans against him, though she doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.
((Ooc: When do you want to end this part, so we can focus on the others? Margem could sleep on his shoulder for the night, if you were willing....))
Mr. Ownage: "Yes," he yawns "They are." He nearly falls alseep but his training tells him to let Margem fall asleep first, although she presents no obvious threat to him.
Margem: Margem's head nods as she falls into a deep sleep leaning against the elf, though her mind races still.
'How can I trust him so much after one meeting?' she asks herself, 'I mean, I trusted Ares the first meeting we had, but we weren't this close on the first night.'
Mr. Ownage: The elf falls asleep without moving. He did not mind her leaning against him, a fact which surprised him slightly since normally he would be afraid that she would be used against him.
Margem: The night drags on and soon it is midnight. The redhead wakes up, finds herself sitting against the blue-haired elf, and sits up quietly. She stands up, grabs her bag, and, leaving a note for him, disappears into the forest before he wakes up, shaking her head as she leaves. How could she trust a complete stranger, especially in her most vulnerable state - sleeping?
The note that she leaves behind, tucked into his coat's right hand pocket says this: "Mr. Ownage, it was nice to meet you. I'm sorry I had to leave so abruptly, but I had to leave. If the stars are right, though, we'll see each other again. See you around?
Sincerely, the redhead, Margem Okalwa."
Mr. Ownage: The next morning the elf wakes up and sees that the redhead is gone. He finds her note in his pocket while getting up and reads it. "Well," he thinks. "Such is the life of a traveller." he then leaves the cliff, accompanied by his wolf companion Luna.
[/end of RP thread between Margem and Mr.Ownage]
Mr. Ownage: "That's just personal preferance" he says, not seeming to notice her comment about the oldies not being that old. "Oh, sorry, was that your foot I just stepped on?"
Margem: Margem Okalwa winces and bites her lower lip before nodding 'Yes' to his question. She lets go of his hand and, getting out of his grasp, takes a seat. She puts a hand on her left foot and wills the pain to go away, though the event remains fresh in her mind.
A few seconds later, she finally turns to him, finding her tongue, and says, "Yes, you stepped on my foot.... How long has it been since you've last danced?"
Mr. Ownage: "Ten or fifteen years," the elf said, surprised slightly at actually hearing the numbers that had seemed so unimportant until now. "I told you I hadn't danced in a while."
Margem: She laughs before motioning for him to sit down by her. Margem watches him, noting how caring he is, even when he had just stepped on her foot.
"By the way," she says, "You're forgiven for stepping on my foot."
Mr. Ownage: "Thank you" he says, smiling, his dark brown eyes lighting up. He was glad to have found someone who would forgive him so quickly.
Margem: "You're welcome..." Margem says before she frowns saying, "Don't you wish to sit down, Mr. Ownage?"
Without his answer, she closes her eyes and extends her left hand to him - an invite to help him sit down.
Mr. Ownage: The elf takes her hand and sits beside her. "I really am sorry about your foot." he says, both because he truly is sorry and for lack of anything better to say at the time.
Margem: She smiles and says, "It's alright. My foot's fine, a bit tender, but fine."
Feeling that she wants to be by him more, she leans against him as she looks up at the stars.
"For wandering and travelling all that I have, I have never realized how many there are up there. Billions and billions, and that's just the tip of the spectrum," the redhead says.
Mr. Ownage: "Yes, I know what you mean." he says, gazing at the stars. "I am usually so focused on travelling that I do not have time to look at them." The elf sighs and allows himself to be relaxed by the night and the fact that he is not alone for a change.
Margem: The redhead, not noticing that her genetics is being effected by him, closes her eyes and yawns slightly.
"They're so beautiful," she mutters before falling asleep as she leans against him, though she doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.
((Ooc: When do you want to end this part, so we can focus on the others? Margem could sleep on his shoulder for the night, if you were willing....))
Mr. Ownage: "Yes," he yawns "They are." He nearly falls alseep but his training tells him to let Margem fall asleep first, although she presents no obvious threat to him.
Margem: Margem's head nods as she falls into a deep sleep leaning against the elf, though her mind races still.
'How can I trust him so much after one meeting?' she asks herself, 'I mean, I trusted Ares the first meeting we had, but we weren't this close on the first night.'
Mr. Ownage: The elf falls asleep without moving. He did not mind her leaning against him, a fact which surprised him slightly since normally he would be afraid that she would be used against him.
Margem: The night drags on and soon it is midnight. The redhead wakes up, finds herself sitting against the blue-haired elf, and sits up quietly. She stands up, grabs her bag, and, leaving a note for him, disappears into the forest before he wakes up, shaking her head as she leaves. How could she trust a complete stranger, especially in her most vulnerable state - sleeping?
The note that she leaves behind, tucked into his coat's right hand pocket says this: "Mr. Ownage, it was nice to meet you. I'm sorry I had to leave so abruptly, but I had to leave. If the stars are right, though, we'll see each other again. See you around?
Sincerely, the redhead, Margem Okalwa."
Mr. Ownage: The next morning the elf wakes up and sees that the redhead is gone. He finds her note in his pocket while getting up and reads it. "Well," he thinks. "Such is the life of a traveller." he then leaves the cliff, accompanied by his wolf companion Luna.
[/end of RP thread between Margem and Mr.Ownage]
