[anthony] LIGHTS

[charlotte hope knight]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] lights, you show the lights that stop me, turn to stone. you shine it when I'm alone.   Charlotte skipped along the wooden boardwalk, pulling her bag higher up her shoulder, as I seemed to be slipping from her quick pace. Was it a beautiful day or was it a beautiful day? She couldn’t quite decide as she hopped up in the line of the ice cream parlor, almost dancing with happiness. It seemed like a perfect, iconic day, with the sun shining and not a single grey cloud in the sky, with people laughing and hanging out and it just seemed all perfect to her. She just wanted to wrap her arms around everyone she saw – happiness was contagious after all! Even the long line to get ice cream didn’t faze her, as she tapped her feet along with the beat in her head, could she help it if she constantly wanted to dance? Finally, as she got up to the front of the line, she smiled – a great, big, white smile and ordered herself a Vanilla and Chocolate swirl on a cone, double-scoop, please! Sometimes, she wondered if people perceived her as childish, but as the girl handed her the large cone, Charlotte’s worries all went away, widening her eyes and taking the ice cream in her hand, immediately taking a taste of the sweet goodness. She danced quickly down the boardwalk, waving to the various people that went by, who sometimes, she admitted, glanced at her with curious expressions. Though there were a few kind people who did wave back, sent warm feelings all the way down to her toes, which she expressed with a small twirl through the crowded beach. The white lace summer dress she was wearing made her feel like a princess, though it was more casual than formal, she couldn’t help but want to flaunt it – could she help it that she felt pretty? Charlotte slowed her pace, walking at a better pace to glance out at the beach and the beautiful ocean waves, and just to appreciate all the stores and booths open on the boardwalk. But about ten feet in front of her, she realized that there was a boy sitting there – seemingly focused on something right in front of him, perhaps sketching a picture of some sort? She was intrigued, this boy definitely looked familiar, and as she drew closer to his figure, she realized that her first impression was right – he seemed to be drawing something, and something that required concentration at that. Charlotte stopped her walking for a moment, deciding whether or not it would be a good idea to approach this boy that she knew nothing about. Her curiosity got the better of her, coming to the conclusion that it could not hurt at all to get to know this boy she was absolutely positive went to Manchester Prep. Besides, he looked completely harmless, and she had to admit, really cute! Resuming her skipping, her smile back on her face, Charlotte slipped into the seat next to the rather attractive brunette, giving him enough room to breathe, though not exactly as far as a strange would sit. “What are you drawing?” she articulated, her tone perky and her eyes shining with excitement. She leaned closer to him, trying to get a better look, though he seemed to be covering his work of art well. Disappointed, she moved back away from him. “Can I see?” Charlotte asked, still as excited as ever.   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

[anthony DAI JAGIELSKI]

don't know what you need ,

Anthony had been planning on sitting at his house, doing absolutely nothing but spending time with Moon since he had walked into the house that morning and he seemed like he wasn't ready to leave anytime soon. The cat came and went as it pleased, his aunt had been trying to keep him here all the time but the cat was a wild soul, there was no way to make him stay here and be happy which was why he had managed to always keep his window slightly open for him to walk in or out as he pleases. However, that little ball of fur had escaped today and he knew it would be a couple of hours before he came back so that left a big window of time open for him to fill in. His eyes slowly moved, traveling around his room until he finally found what he was looking for. With his feet pushing on the ground he stood up, closing the distance between him and his desk;the boy grabbed his sketchbook, some pencils and an eraser to later threw all inside a bag. "That will do" he murmured before turning around and walking out of his bedroom. Anthony closed and lock the room once he was out; it wasn't that he didn't trusted his mother and aunt to go into his room, but he liked his privacy and they liked to snoop around a little, so it was best to be safe.

"I'm going out!" He called out but didn't waited for an answer as he marched out of the door. After twenty minutes the boy found himself at a bench at the boardwalk, eyes looking around while he tried to find a good subject to draw, the male already had his sketchpad on his lap, pencil in hand as he tapped it softly against the pad. His other hand slowly moved to run across his hair, messing it a little in the process. His eyes continued to search, nothing seemed to catch his attention long enough for him to want to start drawing it until they landed on a certain person; he tilted his head a little as he tried to think if that would be good enough. Before he could start though, he set one headphone in his ear and then clicked play on his ipod. Music filled his ears, hand moving and creating lines here and there, it still didn't looked like anything because it was the start but he hoped it would end nicely. He was perfectly fine staying like this, on his own; nothing more than the music coming to him while he kept shifting his eyes from the paper to the person he was sketching. He was trying to get the hair right now, along with the clothes and the waves rolling in. He reaching his free hand into his bag, which was resting next to him; he changed pencils and continued on. The boy shifted, the light was slightly hitting his eyes but it was nothing he couldn't handle. The noise from the steps of everyone walking up and down the boardwalk had been erased from his mind, the laughter and voices pushed to the back of his mind so they wouldn't bother him in his concentration for he really needed that.

Suddenly there was something else, he caught by the corner of his eyes that someone had taken a seat next to him. He refused to glance, trying to ignore the girl despite her being close to him. Strange for someone to come up and sit down next to him? Yes, very much so, but he guessed maybe the rest of the benches were occupied. Anthony did his best to ignore her, his arm moving slightly as if covering up his work, it was more of a reflex than anything else. Soon the high, happy, cheerful tone of voice came to his ears and he looked up from his sketchpad to look at her. As she leaned closer he actually moved to the side ina slight way. Where had this girl come from? The smile on her face, the cheerfulness of her voice, it all caused him to want to pack up his things and leave for he could tell she was a talkative person and he had intended to just come here and draw, alone, by himself, no one around him. To the question he sighed, where was the harm on letting her see it, it might even get her curiosity to crash down and cause her to leave. "Eh...sure..." he said in the end and he turned the sketchpad her way for her to see the drawing, simultaneously he shifted away from her in a slight way, whether it looked obvious or not didn't mattered to him; he just needed more person space since his was usually like two meters or so and she was breaking significantly.The boy even moved his bag a little to make more room. He eyed her in a weird way; like asking Why are you talking to me? not in a snobby kind of way, but in a confused way. It wasn't like people weren't allowed to do so, but they just generally decided not too.

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @caution

[charlotte hope knight]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] lights, you show the lights that stop me, turn to stone. you shine it when I'm alone.   “Oh, he’s not much of a talker,” she noticed immediately. He took quite a while to answer her, giving her a rather peculiar look, as if he didn’t quite understand what she was saying. No matter! Charlotte found, with her long list of experiences of talking to people and getting to know them, that the quietest people, or the people who didn’t talk as much, always seemed to have to most brilliant minds. And Charlotte, being one of the most bubbly and socially adept person around, couldn’t pass up an opportunity to meet someone who had a brilliant mind and a beautiful personality! Maybe she was a little wonky in the head when it came to things like that, but she loved it, craved social interaction, and in fact, she had quite the feeling that this boy that sat in front of her, possibly two or three years older, thought she was strange, and that first impression needed to be changed before the conversation ended – Charlotte assured herself this. Charlotte tilted her head slightly to the side, the smile still on her face, hoping that if she kept on smiling, eventually she would get to see his too – oh, he seemed like the type of person who would have a beautiful smile! As she waited for him to respond to her, she noticed that he wasn't really as open as most of the boys she'd known. He seemed to hesitate before giving into her, but it was after he had contemplated his decision, he tilted his sketchpad to the side so she could view his creation. Her eyes widened as she saw it, her thoughts immediately filling with: could she be standing next to the very next Picasso? Now, she wasn’t an expert on art or anything, but the intricate strokes of the pencil, the subtlety and the care in which the picture was illustrated with was nothing she had ever seen before. Realistic and beautifully symbolic, she almost felt like the girl in the picture, standing with her feet in the water and looking out onto the ocean. Charlotte was rendered speechless – a feat at that, because the fifteen-year-old girl was used to the fact that she talked a mile a minute and that she could never shut her mouth even if her life depended on it. But sitting there, next to the talented boy, and just for a few moments, she couldn’t find the words to speak. But it was as if her voice came back, when she began to praise him, as Charlotte affirmed that her prior thoughts were correct – that this quiet boy did have a brilliant mind. “That’s beautiful!” she exclaimed, almost wanting to tear the drawing away from him, though she kept her hands to herself. She looked up to meet his eyes, who was still looking at her a little strangely—mind you, but that didn’t bother her the least bit, because she was staring into the eyes of possibly the greatest artist she’d ever met. “How did you learn how to draw like that? Actually – don’t tell me, a true artist never reveals his secrets, right? Wait, I think that’s a magician,” Charlotte looked down at her feet, giggling at herself. “But seriously! That’s amazing, I love it. You’re so talented, oh, I wish I could draw like that. When you’re famous with your art – don’t forget me!” Charlotte paused, realizing a big flaw in her last sentence, before letting herself have a small laughing fit. “Wait, what am I saying?” she asked herself, rolling her eyes and lightly hitting herself in the head in a joking way. “Oh! I must seem crazy to you, don’t I? How can you forget me if you don’t even know me?” Charlotte jumped up from the seat on the bench, her enthusiasm nearly bursting as she stood promptly in front of him, her arm outstretched for him to take for a handshake. Animatedly, she introduced herself, “I’m Charlotte! I go to Manchester Prep. What’s your name?”   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

[anthony DAI JAGIELSKI]

don't know what you need ,

A day at the boardwalk, drawing, alone with his thoughts and music was all Anthony had planned, it was all he wanted as well so why was life sending him a hyperactive girl to keep him company? Was this life's way to make him more social? He was old enough to know what he liked and didn't liked, how he was and what was fake; he, for example, knew that if he suddenly started talking endlessly and being all friendly everyone would know it was fake. For that very reason she was not enthusiastically showing her his drawing, in fact, he had done that in an almost reluctant way. This was new to him; usually when people came to talk to him they weren't so thrilled about it, in fact most seemed unsure and unwilling to uphold a conversation long enough to get to know him. Then again Anthony didn't blamed them, nor he cared about those who rubbed him the wrong way. Anthony wasn't rude either, and while he had no problem with expressing his thoughts on this little scene he figured he could at the very least wait for her to see the drawing before turning back and maybe leaving to walk towards the beach.Eyes still locked on her, unsure what exactly was it that he thought about this stranger that acts as if they had met for several months, years, roughly weeks.

At leas something good come from him showing her his drawing, it seemed to have caused a positive effect and hopefully the girl will come to relax a little more. See that expression right there, the one that this stranger next to him was presenting was the type of expression that puzzles him to the very depths. The same puzzled look remained on his face as he still had no clue why she had come to talk to him. Granted she had been curious about his drawing, and that was probably the reason why. Without really thinking about it he placed his pencil away, then Anthony really tried his best not to take the bag and leave. Maybe he should have stayed home waiting for Moon to come back but he is just not sure that his car had simply decided o leave and never came back. What wasn't about people that made them so bubbly? Honestly the girl sitting next to him seemed like the type that you would want to run away from him. Nothing wrong he thought as he shrugged his shoulders. His eyes glanced away from her for a split second to see if the young girl he had been drawing was still there and for his bad luck she wasn't, it was the bad thing about sketching people like this, they never knew they were being part of his art, so they didn't tried to stay in the same position for long. Sometimes the entire thing just acts funny; life that is, but he finds that he doesn't like what he has now to remind him he is alive. His eyes returned to her; merely glancing at her. The guy wasn't shy, oh no, there was a difference between being silent and reserved, to being shy and he was definitely the first two rather than the latest. Think of it as two opposites coming together, it was definitely not something he wanted but apparently she was perfectly fine with it as she seemed to be the one initiating the entire thing, as well as keeping it going.

Boy was she loud; he blinked a few times at her words, his eyes glancing around to see a few people looking their way and he merely brushed that off, has attention fully concentrated on the younger girl who was still looking at his drawing as if it was a masterpiece, which clearly wasn't. Soon another eye-lock happened; one of his eyebrows almost rose but he managed to keep it in place. Anthony quickly wished she had remained looking down at the paper instead of him; now there was no way to keep his eyebrow in place. She seemed so, talkative, and he wondered if she was thinking of the words before saying them but his instinct told him that was not the case at all. Now he frowned, very slightly but he did. How was he suppose to remember her if he doesn't even know who she is? Part of him knew that would be fixed quickly, she seemed like the type to fix such small issue to be honest. Anthony moves his sketchpad to rest on his lap now, abandoning the drawing for now although he is no sure about finishing it up her subject was gone and the context seemed a little different that he felt comfortable with. There is no way for him to accept go on a ride with it; it seemed like the type of things you want us to be so we should do it.

Manchester; yes he had seen several people like her before at Manchester but usually they keep away from the ones that aren't on top of the social scale. Anthony reached out a hand "Anthony" he responded with a slight nod of his head, as if acknowledging that this caused the to know each other names and while that would normally might cause someone to loosen up he feels there would be an easier Way o do it The guy shook his hand twice before letting go of her hand. "I am a senior at Manchester" actually he wasn't sure why she would care, but he decided that was although he wasn't really to speak to her ore than usual. "And...thank you, for the comment" he added, for some it might seem like he is answering because he has too but in reality I like it and most people don't understand a new type of culture or a new idea. Anthony was unsure as if this girl will leave now, this place is rather large, and yes it's very nice and pretty. Anthony had many drawings in that sketchpad, but this was one of his favorites as of now.

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @caution

[charlotte hope knight]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] lights, you show the lights that stop me, turn to stone. you shine it when I'm alone.   Charlotte wondered, for a brief moment, if she would ever get to see this boy in front of her smile. She came to a sad realization that it would more than a few compliments or praises to see his face light up with a grin – a fact that confused her to the very core. Being easily excited and giving a smile to almost everyone, she found that the notion of just smiling sent good feelings all around, and she couldn’t help but think why anyone wouldn’t want to smile – it perplexed her. But alas, all people were different, and even though this boy seemed to keep looking as if she were an alien that just arrived on the planet, she couldn’t help but think that he was the strange one. Oh, he was perfectly nice looking, she’d give him that, with iconic tousled brown hair, a nice nose, you know, but she supposed he seemed a little unapproachable at that, but when had that ever stopped Charlotte from meeting someone new? It was as if he hadn’t exchanged a conversation with someone who liked to talk as much as she did before, though she had certainly come across people like him, those that shied away from her, but she hoped that with her persistence, this boy would warm up to her… eventually. Oh, she had decided her number one goal of the afternoon – to make this boy smile, she wondered at the idea as she took another lick of her ice cream, which was long forgotten in the moment of her appreciation of his art. One glance at her ice cream made her realize that she had been subconsciously eating it all along, and that the yummy dessert was almost all gone. For a moment, Charlotte let her smile drop before glancing back at the boy sitting next to her, recognizing that even though her ice cream was almost gone, she still was sitting next to a very interesting person, and that was something to be happy about. Oh, he was talking to her! She had been distracted for that miniscule of a second, as he took her free hand and introduced himself. He had a firm handshake, she noted, one that was quick and brief, but still firm. Charlotte loved noticing those little things about people, especially since they tell so much about who a person is. She seemed to tilt her head as he said no more than a few sentences to her, and she joined him back on the bench, maneuvering her body so she was sitting cross legged facing him. “Anthony! That’s such a nice name,” she commented, lightheartedly. Charlotte seemed to light up with the name, her eyes once again meeting his apprehensive ones, though she was sure she seemed like a little child at the moment. “I’m in love with an Anthony! Tony Stark, do you know who he is? Iron Man, oh, he’s my absolute favoritefavoritefavorite,” she says, her voice full of childish excitement, as if she was in the theaters again, watching Iron Man on the big screen. “I mean, all the other Avengers are cool too, like Captain America, but I love Iron Man – and I know he’s a player, or he used to be or whatever, but can I help it? I mean, he’s got good looks and he’s a genius. Though he’s kind of old for me…” she trails off, before realizing that she got completely off topic. As if it hits her, she jolts back up to meet his eyes, “Oh, you go to Manchester, too?” Charlotte asked excitedly. Another person to mingle with during school! Oh, this was perfect, of course. “I knew I recognized you! I think I saw you in the halls or something, I’m not sure, there was something about you that I knew wasn’t completely new.” She paused, deciding that she probably should introduce herself further. “I’m a sophomore, by the way, which is probably why you don’t know me, but I’m a prep, and a dancer, and I like long walks on the beach…” she giggles. “I’m just kidding. Nice to meet you!”   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

[anthony DAI JAGIELSKI]

Jul 28, 2012 4:31:10 GMT -5 anthony DAI JAGIELSKI said:

don't know what you need ,

Usually Anthony didn't have this sort of problem when he was out on his own -which was a regular thing- because people tended to sort of notice when someone doesn't want to be disturbed, when they just want to be left alone. It wasn't like he was upset, not at all; he was actually enjoying his day but now he just so happened to have a girl by his side who seemed quite enthusiastic about speaking to him which puzzled him. Anthony wasn't going to lie and say this situation had never happened before, on very rare occasions he had spoke to people that were this energetic but that was usually because a) he had too, or b) they wanted directions. Sure there was also the very rare c) which was like this case, they wanted to talk to him but it was so rare that he normally didn't even counted it as an option. However, due to present events he might just have to shift it to an actual normal option. The boy soon moved to hold his sketchpad once more, his thumb rubbing the page a little, making sure not to touch the spot with drawing for it would get ruined if there was a black spot in there due to the rubbing. Was he now not going to be able to draw? This girl seemed like she was going to be demanding his attention for a while, whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not.

The guy couldn't help but shift once more, because she had come to sit down next to him yet again and it caused him to almost sigh yet he let it stay inside. So, maybe if he hadn't been so concentrated on his drawing, and if he hadn't planned out his time here to be spend that way he wold be more social than this. His eyes remained on the girl, watching her without being able to think she was acting like someone who had either always been an overly positive person or someone who had never encountered a real though moment in her life. It would be interesting if the first one was the right one, or perhaps it would be even more interesting if she could be like this even while having experienced some though moments. Either way he found that he did not wished for either of the options with though moments to be correct, never one to wish harm to others. There was little she could do about those thoughts entering his mind, but he began to slowly push them to the back of his head because there was no way for Anthony to ever ask her the right question to know the answer to his doubts. He could probably ask though, but he wouldn't bring himself to actually do it.

Did her voice got even more high?; Anthony couldn't help but think that as she began to ramble on how she was in love with an Anthony. While Iron man was a perfectly good hero he found that he was more into another one but why bring that up now? There was really also no room for him to do so because she just carried on. Captain America? Now that was where he truly disagreed, he had never been a fan of that particular one and he sort of like Hulk; well, not Hulk per say but rather Bruce Banner. The character, as seen on The Avengers, caused him to sort of understand the character a little more, plus the fact that he was a man of few words, that he was merely looking to have his space, it was something he could relate with. Anthony enjoyed his privacy and he did not like to be disturbed when he was doing something important but he was also a very clam and rather nice person when he was in a good mood. The brat he punched had seen his other side, the Hulk side if you will. Funny, he identified himself with the one most people won't want too; he bet almost anyone would choose Iron man, or Thor, maybe even Cap America but not him, no, Anthony was different. "He's alright; I prefer Banner though" he responded, once more, short and concise. In his book you never needed more than a few words, because an entire idea could be reduce to a short sentence if one knew what words to use.

There it was, that excited tone of voice that seemed to surprise him so much. As an answer he just nodded his head; his hand reached back inside his bag to take out a pencil and he turned the page on his sketchpad while she spoke; glancing at her once during her little speech. She had seen him around? weird, because he felt like he did nothing to stand out. Oh a prep; in his mind that word kind of explained the happy go lucky attitude she was having at the moment. Anthony had started to draw something while she continued to speak; glancing between the object of his attention and the object of the conversation. "Nice meeting you too" he responded, having been raised to act like nothing less than a gentleman; towards women at least. "Your ice cream is dripping" Anthony said while he took a quick glance over at her cone, seeing two drops of melted ice cream fall down from the tip of the cone. The guy reached into his bag once more, finding a pack of tissues and offering it to her in case the ice cream had fallen on her leg or something because he didn't followed the drops to see where they landed. The reason he ha tissues was that he used them to smooth the lines sometimes, to cause a blurry sort of look, for fog, some waves, a smooth look of a wall or a sort of texture. Now though, they will be used for something else, if needed of course.

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @caution

[charlotte hope knight]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#f8f8f8; border-left: 40px solid #E0B1B1;] lights, you show the lights that stop me, turn to stone. you shine it when I'm alone.   Oh, he didn’t seem to like her too much, she noticed with a sad smile, when she realized that his body language wasn’t exactly the most welcoming. Charlotte had learned from the studying of all the people she’s ever talked to in her lifetime (and she assures you, it’s more than average), that body language said a lot about how a person felt about another person. For example, two people who liked each other more than friends would stand almost touching, and a person who didn’t like another person wouldn’t meet their eyes, and would shift away from them – basic logic! But still, her eyes brightened significantly as she kept her optimistic attitude, she found with this experience, she was able to talk to someone enough, and they would start to like her. First impressions were almost never right, and she hoped that if she could charm her with her charismatic self (she said, ever-so-humbly), he would actually like to engage in a conversation with her that used more than five words whenever he spoke. How she wished he would speak more, so she could get to know this Anthony like the man he was, as opposed to the person she wondered he was. Was he anything like the superhero she was completely in love with? Was he like Tony Stark – effortlessly beautiful and charming, with a brain that could create World War III and end it in just a day? Well, for all Charlotte knew, he got the beautiful part down, yes, Charlotte found the senior sitting right next to her very attractive, though Charlotte was always a sucker for brunettes, she found. He seemed to be contemplating her answer – and that seemed to be a green light for her. If she could find a subject they had both shared the same interest in – which, in this case (and many other cases, she found) was the topic of superheroes—of the iconic Marvel comic books and their respective movies, than she could possibly be one step closing to revealing the mystery of this boy who didn’t seem to want to share much about him. Some people were like that, she realized, they had walls and walls built up around them, never letting anyone in, but she understood that even though this was the case, no wall can ever keep anyone out. Keep in mind of history – the Great Wall of China, though an impressive wall at that, never permanently kept out invaders. The Berlin Wall, separating the country of Germany after World War II, fell at the end of the Cold War. And Charlotte hoped, with a little bit of work, she could break through Anthony’s walls too. When Anthony spoke again, about preferring Bruce Banner, she looked up in surprise. Though the Hulk was definitely an iconic figure, he wasn’t exactly one of her favorites – perhaps he was someone Anthony identified with. Charlotte preferred Iron Man because of his fun nature, and his smarts in which Charlotte envied to the very core, but maybe Anthony liked the Hulk because of the deepness of his emotional capacity. Before she could comment on this, Anthony pointed out her dripping ice cream, which surprising, she hadn’t realized until the drops fell onto the side of her leg and she felt quite the unpleasant stickiness against her leg in the humid heat. “Oh my gosh!” she said, her eyes widening. With a pout on her face, she lifted her dress slightly higher to expose the chocolate that had stained her skin, though she was thankful for the fact that it had luckily not stained her white dress – which she would’ve been absolutely devastated if it had. She glanced up back at Anthony with a thankful look as she reached forward to grab a tissue he had handed her. She quickly wiped the leg and finished up the rest of her ice cream before anymore disastrous events could happen. “Thanks for the tissues!” she said, walking over to dispose of the now sticky Kleenex in her hands. Taking her seat back next to him, she sat up, still in a good mood, despite that little debacle. “You’re a life-saver! Maybe you are like the Hulk!” she said, excitedly, clapping her hands together. “I like Bruce Banner too, but I think he’s a little too angry for my tastes. He’s really cool and strong though! What’s your reasoning for liking him more? I want to know!” She didn’t quite know why, but the Hulk didn’t seem like the right guy for Anthony. For some strange reason, he sort of reminded her as Spider-Man, though she couldn’t put to words why that was. Charlotte shrugged, realizing that her thoughts were going astray again. “You don’t talk a lot do you?” she asked, suddenly, her voice quickening up in pace, if that was even possible. “Talking is fun! I mean, there’s so much you can say! I don’t know much about you – do you like McDonalds or Burger King? Are you a morning or a night person? Are you more artsy or more athletic? Wait, I think I know the answer to that!”   Coded by Juliet of RCR, ATF, SP, & Caution.

[anthony DAI JAGIELSKI]

don't know what you need ,

That was a problem he would like to fix; his calm and not talkative state caused most people to think that he was not interested on talking to then and that he didn't like their presence. To be honest, he didn't mind her presence at all, sure it was not what he had been thinking about doing when he sat at the bench in order to draw but Anthony was easy to adapt to any sort of situation, it came with having his calm mind. Another think that she was mistaken was the body language, Anthony was not shifting away from her due to disliking her and being uncomfortable with the situation, no, it took a lot to make him feel that way. Anthony moved away because he was very interested on personal space; it was more of him taking into consideration both of them rather then him slipping away because he felt shy and not felt like being close to her. A small sigh threaten to slip from his lips but he hide it away at the very last second. It was rather annoying to Anthony to have people get confused due to his demeanor; the guy would like more than they would be able to understand the differences between him and shy people; however he could realize about the similarities and for that very reason he tried to not think much on it. By the end of the day if they cared to get to know him then they would try their best to move past his way of behaving, although even as they move deeper into his mind and personality they would come to see he was pretty much the same. Maybe he would open up a little more, joke around more and even smile but he didn't smile or laughed easily, not because he was broken or sad but he was just one of those type of people who didn't end up laughing at every little thing or smiling at the world, like Charlotte seemed to like doing.

There it was, the look on her face said it all in hid opinion. Surprise. That was the common reaction that he had come to encounter each time he made his comment on who was his favorite out of The Avengers. Was it really that unexpected for him to pick someone like that? Everyone seemed to expect people to always go for the charming guy who could talk his way out of every situation, the one who could easily outsmart you in a witty way and even so still remain the handsome man and the one who got all the girls to love him. The player with a heart, the though God with a soft spot, the gentleman who would fight to the end to defend you. Was he missing someone? He had Stark, Thor, Cap America; he could add up Hawk-eye and Black Widow of course; his mind quickly began to think about that, one could guess that Black Widow was loved by many for a) being the only female in the group, and b) her spectacular ways at fighting and gaining information. As for Hawk-eye, people seemed to like not knowing the full story of a character but still see how nice and relatable he was for being so good. The Hulk was usually casted away, he guessed because the former movies were not a success and also because of his double persona, part of him felt it was due to him turning into a big green man, kind of like people not choosing the Mole as their favorite when it came to the fantastic four. Everyone went for Mr. Fantastic or the human torch. Both amazingly good, but slightly guessable as the first option.

The reaction to his comment was more than expected; he had been able to observe with time that most girls tended to react that way. It was obvious of course, who would want to walk around with a stain on their clothes, even more if the clothes were as brightly white as hers. He didn't say anything else though, merely watching her as she took care of the little problem. The guy nodded slightly but soon shrugged away her thank you and moved to set the tissues away inside his bag once more. Anthony took the opportunity of her standing up to add a bit more to his drawing; since the boy had realized he would not be able to concentrate on one particular person long enough to draw then before having to glance at Charlotte to keep up the conversation, he had decided to go further and draw the beautiful ocean view that he had. His mind brushing off the people walking and making it seem empty in his drawing. Maybe later if he felt like it he could add here and there in a random way but for the most part if was just a nice view what was appearing on his sheet. Oh there it was again, that high, happy and energetic voice that he was slowly getting used to by now. His hand continued to move, although as she reached her question he slowed down the movement until it stopped at all, at the same time his eyes moved to look at her again. She wanted to know his reasoning behind it? It wasn't particularly out of the ordinary but he could work with that. "He's different" Anthony started "He's angry all the time, but I don't think people give him enough credit for how in control he is" he continued on, eyes looking down at the paper as he added a few more reflexions on the water. "He's smart, he likes his space, and despite his past experiences he still helps and has a nice life" the boy began to draw the sun now; using his thumb to brush away a few lines to smooth them out. "I think that's worthy of some credit" he finished, he didn't say it in her enthusiastic voice, but he was smooth, calm and used a nice tone. Just explaining some of his points.

Was he that obvious? Everyone was always pushing him to speak more; why was it so important to speak more than he did? If he had something to say, he would say it without a second thought. It was in their nature to want to speak more, he had come to realize, those talkative person wanted people to do the same. Sure he didn't mind speaking, but he didn't understood the need to do so all the time, sometimes you could stop and enjoy the lovely sound of silence, or simply enjoy someones company without having to speak to someone. He was like that, but he understood why others didn't seem to get his way of thinking and so she tried his best not to seem like he was upset and that that was why he didn't talked much. It was something people seem to think. Anthony found himself wondering how many words she would be able to say in a minute; he guessed that quite a lot. "I guess I am not" he said, glancing down at his drawing again, then back at her for he didn't quite wanted to keep going just yet. "OK, if you really want to know" he said moving his hand to roll his pencil as if it was a drumstick. "Neither, I like In n Out; night person,and yeah, artsy I suppose" he wondered if that would make her see he didn't dislike her, but that he was just not a talkative person. Just to prove his point further he added "Same questions" he then moved to work on the sun, drawing some lines here, then grabbing a tissue to smooth out the edges, waiting for her answers as he did so.

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @caution