Riley Douglas
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Post by Riley Douglas on Aug 2, 2014 19:07:17 GMT -8
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Never tell some shady man you're suffering insomnia. They just might hand you a colorful, flower-smelling bottle that they'll claim is a sleeping potion. If you're Riley, you'll take them at face value and take the "potion".
After drinking a small portion of the "potion", Riley felt a little funny. Her breath held the bite of alcohol, crushed flowers clinging to her tongue. Which might explain why the sixteen year old made the wrong turn and ended up in the guys' section of dorms. Before long she was where her dorm was meant to be, except... where was her key? Riley dug into her pockets. Nothing. Had she dropped it?
Riley glanced over her shoulder, as if expecting this to help: it didn't. With an exaggerated sigh, the teenager tried the door. It was evening now, and the sun was going down, and... the door was locked. Riley groaned, her head falling against the door in a resounding knock of defeat.
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Post by Petrica Besnik on Aug 2, 2014 23:50:49 GMT -8
Hearing a knock at the door Petrica got up from his bed where he had been reading for a bit after a long day at work. One of the cows had had a calf today and he'd been responsible for getting them both through it. Normally that wasn't too hard. Hundreds of years of evolution had developed the birthing process of cows so that for the most part they could do it on their own. But this calf had been breach, which was a whole load of trouble.
He was exhausted, and wondered who was knocking on the door. Maybe one of his room mates had lost their key?
He was wearing a worn old t shirt and boxers, which were his pajamas. He briefly wondered if he should throw something else on, but figuring it was one of his room mates he didn't bother. It wasn't like they hadn't seen him in his pajamas before. Reaching the door and pulling it open he was surprised to find a teenage girl.
"Ummm... can I help you?" he asked, not sure what was going on. |
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Riley Douglas
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Post by Riley Douglas on Aug 3, 2014 0:13:03 GMT -8
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Riley exhaled sharply, losing her balance for the briefest moment. Instead of stumbling forward, she recoiled backward, then raised her gaze to the male at the door wearing... boxers and a t-shirt? This was seeming more like a silly dream by the moment. But hey, she could do worse in imagining someone to answer the door. At least she[ was dressed appropriately opposed to her undergarments. She was wearing a loose fitting white tanktop, jeans, and her beanie.
"Shouldn't you be a girl? I'm preeettyy sure you should be..." Riley responded to his question. Her brown eyes darted away from him, taking in the area around herself, looking for some clue that might reveal why a guy was answering what she thought was her dorm door.
"Wait, you must be the boyfriend. You're so cute! Sorry to interrupt. Lost my key." Riley's expression brightened. It all made sense- he must be here with her roommates as one of their guests. Which would explain the boxers.
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Post by Petrica Besnik on Aug 3, 2014 10:38:42 GMT -8
Something seemed off to Petrica, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what. She seemed pretty off balance. Though to be honest he was feeling a bit off balance himself. After such a long day at work his brain was having trouble catching up with the current situation. He scrubbed a hand over his eyes and then through his hair, hoping it'd help him wake up enough to figure this out.
"Shouldn't you be a girl? I'm preeettyy sure you should be..."
What? He should be a girl? Was this girl lost? Did she think she was in the girls dorm? He opened his mouth to correct her, but then she was talking again.
"Wait, you must be the boyfriend. You're so cute! Sorry to interrupt. Lost my key"
"What? I'm whose boyfriend?" He said, he could feel a blush creep up his skin. The notion of having a significant other had always made him uncomfortable. "I think you're mistaken. I'm no one's boyfriend."
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Riley Douglas
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Post by Riley Douglas on Aug 3, 2014 11:05:31 GMT -8
| "Weell you should be." Riley retorted instantly. After she spoke, her expression began to shift into confusion, then surprise. Wait. He wasn't their boyfriend? Instead of thinking 'friend, brother, cousin,' or any other relation to her roommates, the teenager came up with burglar. If he wasn't someone's boyfriend, he must be a burglar.
"Wait, are you a robber?" Riley's eyes widened. "I don't think we have much of value, but if you want it, just don't hurt us. I'll just go wait over... well, away, until you're done." Riley turned on her heel, prepared to leave the doorstep. There was no way she stood a chance against Petrica in a fight over whatever it was he found in her dorm. But before her hair had even settled after the spin, she was speaking.
"Wait a minute. Waaaiit," Riley turned again, her expression now determined, eyes narrowed, one hand poised on her hips to form a triangle (she had no idea why that indicated anger- she thought it was more like a bird, but there she was, relying on it now). "You can't steal our stuff," Riley was going for intimidating, so she drew her index finger up, attempting to jab Petrica in the chest as a warning. Perhaps not the most painful of deterrents, but she meant business all the same. |
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Post by Petrica Besnik on Aug 3, 2014 11:40:07 GMT -8
A robber? Okay so the theory that she thought she was in the girls dorm area instead of the boys was becoming more plausible by the minute. She still seemed a bit off, was she drunk? He wondered. Not many people on Ruria drank much so it wasn't something he was very familiar with.
He couldn't imagine what she could possibly think he was stealing. The council had told them to pack clothes and a few other things, he doubted anyone had brought anything of significant monetary value. When she spun back around to face him he couldn't help but smile. He couldn't believe she was challenging him. He was like, twice her size. There was something about her that reminded him of his sister. He felt a pang of homesickness with that realization.
When she poked him he couldn't help but smile.
"I'm not a robber." He said. "You're at the boys dorm. Were you looking for the girls one?" |
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Riley Douglas
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Post by Riley Douglas on Aug 3, 2014 12:06:42 GMT -8
| "They all look the same," Riley mumbled, squinting as if to see... well, not better. She squinted 'cause that's what people do when they want to act like they see better. All it did was make Petrica a little bit blurry.
"Wait, boxers... Were you sleeping?" Riley quizzed. "I'm soo sorry!" Not for jabbing him in the chest, not for thinking this was the girls' dorms, and not for calling him a robber, but Riley was sincerely bothered that she might have woken him up. Granted, it wasn't that late, but maybe he went to bed early.
"Here, wait, I have something for this," Riley reached into her jeans pocket, removing a smallish dark purple bottle. Though it was small enough to fit in her pocket and was easily measured in ounces, it was ornately designed and topped with a deep brown cork. The concoction was most certainly home brewed alcohol with crushed flowers- nothing particularly noteworthy.
"To help you get back to sleep," Riley held out the bottle to him. If she had woken him, it was the least she could do. |
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Post by Petrica Besnik on Aug 4, 2014 16:27:00 GMT -8
Petrica just could not keep the smile off his face. He knew it wasn't a good idea for someone so young to be drinking and it was dangerous for anyone this drunk to be wandering around alone (what if he HAD been a robber). But the situation was amusing none the less, especially since he knew he'd make sure she made it home to her actual dorm safe and sound.
He chuckled over how concerned she was over having possibly woken him up. Of all the things to be worried about.
"It's fine I was just doing a bit of reading before.." He began, but then she was talking again and handing him something.
Looking down at the small bottle in his hand, confused again, he uncorked it and smelled it cautiously. There was some sort of flowery smell, probably meant (and failing) to mask the overwhelming smell of alcohol. He wasn't sure what proof it was but if he had to guess he'd guess on the higher end of the scale.
"This is alcohol. Is this what you've been drinking?" he asked. It sounded like she'd taken it thinking it was some sort of sleep aid... and while he supposed alcohol could help you get to sleep he didn't think she'd realized that's basically all this was. |
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Riley Douglas
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Post by Riley Douglas on Aug 4, 2014 23:27:48 GMT -8
| "Sleeping potion," Riley corrected, rather than answering his question of whether or not she'd been drinking it. It wasn't that she wouldn't answer, just that she got a little.. distracted first.
"Maaaybe alcohol is an ingredient, but look at that bottle!" Riley pointed, almost accusingly at the bottle. "Potion." At the moment, that was sure enough logic for Riley. Which, ironically, would have made the "don't judge a book by its cover" saying appropriate in this moment. The fact was, by the time Riley had spoken to the man and paid him for the 'potion', she was already exhausted and not thinking clearly.
"Besides. Alcohol doesn't have those floaty bits." Riley waved her hand in a swirly motion, her pinky and ring finger tucked into her palm while her other two fingers held together, her thumb outward at an approximate forty-five degree angle- whatever the exact degrees measured out to be, Riley just knew holding her thumb like that was natural.
"Were you a librarian back home?" Riley questioned. Perhaps it seemed random, but it followed the logic of reading, profession where reading was encouraged, then the fact that he almost certainly had a job to get chosen to come to Eden. Granted, Petrica didn't look like the librarian type. Too late to take it back now, though. |
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Post by Petrica Besnik on Aug 7, 2014 12:22:40 GMT -8
Sleeping potion. Petrica was still pretty sure this was alcohol with a few flowers mixed in. But the girl seemed convinced. She seemed to think the design of the bottle meant that it had to be a potion. The bottle was nice, but you could put whatever you wanted into a nice bottle but it wouldn't change what it was.
He was caught up in thoughts of how he should proceed. Considering the logistics of trying to get her home to her own dorm and weighing the value of different options. But then she was asking if he was a librarian and it threw him for a loop again. He tried to picture himself inside all day, working between cramped bookshelves and constantly telling people to be quiet. He'd hate it. He enjoyed reading, but not nearly as much as he enjoyed being outside and feeling like he was accomplishing something with his work.
"I'm not, nor have I ever been, a librarian. I'm a rancher" He said, hastily clarifying in case in her inebriated state she didn't know what that was. "I take care of farm animals like cows and pigs and chickens." |
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