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Post by Rain on Aug 22, 2012 16:17:02 GMT -5
It was an average day, much the same as all days had been since the arrival of John Smith. And, as bees surely return to their hive, those granted strange and useless powers by the arrival of the meteor were drawn to its crash site, though their own minds fabricated suitable reasons for showing up by the park.
The first to arrive was a girl unable to sleep, wearing her trademark scarf despite the season and fully dressed as if she was expected to go to some sort of formal function... certainly not the clothes you would expect someone to wear when they showed up in a park at six AM with an old Game Boy, a pocket full of batteries, Pokemon Red, and Tetris.
Really, though, it was just because everything less overboard was unsavoury or being washed. She really ought to go buy more clothes...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2012 11:05:13 GMT -5
Claire arrived in a slightly different fashion. Not the actual travel, but her clothing. She had blearily wandered into the park, not yet fully awake, and still wearing her pyjamas. This wasn't exactly the most intelligent course of action she had ever taken. However, maybe this would lead to an answer in regards to why she had taken a bite out of her fork and suffered no ill effects from it. That was, really, a little bit strange.
The fork had tasted bad, too... Way too metallic.
Regardless, the pyjama-clad girl neither knew why she was here, why she was thinking it might lead to answers, or why she had elected to stay in her frog print blue pyjamas to go here. Well, aside from the fact that they were extraordinarily comfy...
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Post by stratofarius on Aug 23, 2012 15:30:48 GMT -5
A motorcycle soon stopped near the park and out of it came a teenager wearing clothes appropriate to a cold weather- even though it was summer. Removing his protective glasses, Dylan looked around to check if no one was following him, and walked into the park.
You see, he didn't exactly knew why he was going there. He told himself it was to check on a report he read on his favorite conspiracy theory website that the government was hiding aliens on a tree in the park- but there was something else, something attracting him to that place...
As he walked through the park, too deep into his thoughts, he didn't notice the pyjama-clad girl not too far away from him.
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Post by dblade26 on Aug 24, 2012 15:07:51 GMT -5
The fourth person to arrive in the park did so in a rather ridiculous if mysterious manner. Not because he appeared in a flash of light or dropped out of the sky, in fact he just walked there as an ordinary person would on any other day. What was weird about him was that he was wearing a long black coat with a collar fastened up high enough to cover the bottom half of his face and wrap-around sunglasses.
Julian was aware that he looked absolutely ridiculous, but he needed some way to protect his eyes while disguising the fact that every time he opened his mouth a beam of light shone out, and it was either this awful look or a luchador mask so he'd chosen the more sane option.
He'd come to the park to take a walk outside to clear his head and think of a more permanent solution to the fact that he was becoming a human spotlight, and he was so preoccupied with his problems that he didn't notice anyone else.
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Post by Flanker on Aug 24, 2012 15:39:51 GMT -5
Jack had made his way toward the park for reasons he wasn't entirely clear on; the most he could say for certain was that by going out at unusual times of day he was showing [The Man/b] (The Man was something he insisted on capitalising; you didn't treat such a concept in a trifling manner) that he could go out whenever he pleased (even if anybody could do that).
Adopting a much practiced (if unconvincing) slouch, Jack trudged up to the others and gave them a nod. "So, uh... what're you guys doing here?"
He didn't like it being so quiet (unless it was being done as a protest against The Man).
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Post by Falkon on Aug 24, 2012 15:44:58 GMT -5
Ernest walked into the park, reading a book that he seemed to be keeping as far away from himself as possible.
He had decided to go for a walk, when he had awoken to discover the bubbles had started damaging his books. He figured if he kept moving, he could keep it dry. In fact, reaching the park was completely accidental, as far as he was concerned.
Although he was too busy reading to notice the strange fashion of those around him, he probably wasn't any less strange, what with the bubbles floating along behind him, and the way he held his book.
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