«We Could Be Legends»

Virio noticed many heads turning focused on an altercation with a worker and patron, shaking his head absently. That's the way the world was, wasn't it? Riddled with worms of inconsideration and selfishness. And without the confidence, attitude, of the world to fight back, the weak would be run over and the evil would simply continue. In that moment, Virio felt very alone - those words were saddened with the curse of reality, imposing its presence undoubtedly. With a shake of his head, he headed for the pair, his dark eyes focused on the boy who yelled at her.
I didn't really notice the creep behind me at first, trying to figure whether I was more afraid of having said what I just did, or the fact that idiot's blue eyes had suddenly turned to tiny ellipses.
 
Virio eyed the girl who had joined him, letting her speak, but never releasing his glare on the boy. He saw a switch in those eyes, now there was opposition, there was resistance to his ignorant yelling. Some of his hair fell in front of his right eye, hiding it from the sight of the boy, making him all the more cryptic.
(Should someone play the boy XD?)
(He's my character)
 
Wolfram snapped at Christine again."I don't need you asking me the same question a hundred times!"He growled. He looked up, and returned Toby's stare. A cold, hard, stare. His pupils where slits like a cat, giving him a slightly scary look to him.
Virio noticed many heads turning focused on an altercation with a worker and patron, shaking his head absently. That's the way the world was, wasn't it? Riddled with worms of inconsideration and selfishness. And without the confidence, attitude, of the world to fight back, the weak would be run over and the evil would simply continue. In that moment, Virio felt very alone - those words were saddened with the curse of reality, imposing its presence undoubtedly. With a shake of his head, he headed for the pair, his dark eyes focused on the boy who yelled at her.
I walked back to the kitchen, hunting up a spare notepad and a pencil. It took a minute, but managed to find one tucked away in a drawer. Still in my PJs, I marched up to the angry blue-eyed boy. I had meant to say the normal 'can I help you,' but "What's your problem?" came out, dripping with false enthusiasm.
Camilla turned around to watch, squinting at the boy, having a deep feeling something dramatic was going to happen, she glanced at Lachlan, who seemed to not share her laid back feeling, and was now standing up, annoyance at the blue eyed black hair jerk written on his face.
 
Wolfram snapped at Christine again."I don't need you asking me the same question a hundred times!"He growled. He looked up, and returned Toby's stare. A cold, hard, stare. His pupils where slits like a cat, giving him a slightly scary look to him.

Toby matched his angry stare, and watched him. Jessi looked back and forth between them. "Uh, Toby? This is the part where you look away and we continue to go about our business." She said nervously. Toby shushed her, and continued to stare.
 
Virio eyed the girl who had joined him, letting her speak, but never releasing his glare on the boy. He saw a switch in those eyes, now there was opposition, there was resistance to his ignorant yelling. Some of his hair fell in front of his right eye, hiding it from the sight of the boy, making him all the more cryptic.
(Should someone play the boy XD?)
(Delilah's talking about Wolfram...)

(I'll be back in 1/2 hour, guys, sorry...)
 
Toby matched his angry stare, and watched him. Jessi looked back and forth between them. "Uh, Toby? This is the part where you look away and we continue to go about our business." She said nervously. Toby shushed her, and continued to stare.
Wolfram was glaring at Deliliah now, but the way his hand was shaking with trembling rage, showed that he also had half a eye on Toby.
 
Wolfram's head snapped up, and he gave her a hard stare. Anger glittered in his gaze, but under it...grief."I don't need to give any reasoning to You."He snarled, trying to sound menacing, but it came out as a half-heart sob like snarl.
Okay, now Lachlan wanted even more to punch him. "Hey," He said kindly. "Maybe everyone should settle down, before someone gets punched. Give your order please."
 
Brisa glanced up from her pancakes and watched the confrontation nervously, wondering what was happening. She then noticed the tall guy heading over there. Oh goodness, she thought, unconsciously shrinking in her seat. But the short girl with the notepad reached him first. Brisa watched even more nervously, her green eyes wide, and found herself feeling bad for the angry boy.
 

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