07-18-2018, 07:10 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 420px; font-family: Verdana; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; line-height: 110%;"]It seemed strange to do this once more, going about in a circle constantly giving facts about oneself until there seemed nothing left, each minute detail left out in the open for all to judge. For a time they lingered upon the edges, never quite approaching enough to be considered apart of things, unsure on whether they were prepared to once more speak about themself. There was little beyond the past which had long since twisted their mind, thoughts becoming little more than static bound in a time they wanted to forget, but the things given seemed simple, enough to simply get a grasp on who someone was. There was nothing all that deep about it, just little things.
Tentatively Atreus came to step closer, skirting about the Agents, doing their best to not get too close. While they had yet to interact with any in a more private setting, such strangely terrifying, their mind refusing to entertain the idea for too long, something about them all made their skin crawl. It was odd to see Playerone amongst them, a familiar and welcome face though they chose to get closer to Margaery rather than sit by her, settling comfortably before they took their turn.
“I'm Atreus but I prefer Art, I uh... collect stones and feathers, spring is my favourite, favourite food is oranges,” trailing off at the end it took Art some time to make themself speak once more, the last question the hardest, words pushed through gritted teeth. “The hardest thing was leaving my family and home.” Knowing I could never go back. Teeth digging into their tongue they refused to speak the last part, already unsure on how the others might react to the last part.
Tentatively Atreus came to step closer, skirting about the Agents, doing their best to not get too close. While they had yet to interact with any in a more private setting, such strangely terrifying, their mind refusing to entertain the idea for too long, something about them all made their skin crawl. It was odd to see Playerone amongst them, a familiar and welcome face though they chose to get closer to Margaery rather than sit by her, settling comfortably before they took their turn.
“I'm Atreus but I prefer Art, I uh... collect stones and feathers, spring is my favourite, favourite food is oranges,” trailing off at the end it took Art some time to make themself speak once more, the last question the hardest, words pushed through gritted teeth. “The hardest thing was leaving my family and home.” Knowing I could never go back. Teeth digging into their tongue they refused to speak the last part, already unsure on how the others might react to the last part.