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Ned. ([personal profile] fly_like_pie) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-05-23 07:55 pm
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Strangers. CLOSED.

CHARACTERS: Ned & Rey.
LOCATION: Wandering the halls.
WARNINGS: H-hah, I'm sure nothing intense will be happening.
SUMMARY: Ned bumps into Rey, Rey bumps into Ned. Probable new friendship, GOOOOO!

Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry!

[A shuffle of movement: arms scrambling to steady the item clutched under his arm. Thankfully the movement calms, along with legs residing side by side, lifting his head to gift a stiffened expression of distress. It's difficult to associate between a man clumsy enough to keep his head low and shoulders hunched, posed in secrecy and implying he intended to be unseen, too simple to be that largely impacting. Between those layers is his look of apology, a sharp nod and straightening to offer his hand.

Now what is that under his arm? Why, a small container of strawberries, bright and fresh.
]

This is how bad things happen, not paying attention. [An inside joke; a very lonely, not-hilarious inside joke. He's not much for dark comedy, but he's up for clearing out mild mistakes. The perk of his lips exhibits his renewed intentions, hoping the other will return the same.]
circumitus: you started throwing frozen shot glasses at people and you kept saying "it's fine, they melt." (wave goodbye to your troubles)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-24 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Rey didn't have any destination in mind. She rarely ever did. When she wasn't in the gardens, she was walking. Although, up until a couple of days ago, she'd taken interest in the music archive. So, it's a taste for music that captures her now -- it's something, and better than nothing, which was all she had when she came in to this place.

[She had been preoccupied by the mezzo-soprano of music speaking into her ears from the headphones that she wore, that she hadn't been paying close attention when turning around the corner. This habit seems to often repeat itself more than she'd ever care to point out.

[It's a man. Unfamiliar, at that, though it's obviously not the first time her memory has failed her.

[His mouth is moving.

[Rey blinks, before lifting one of the headphones from her ear while still listening to it play in the other:]


I'm sorry. What did you say?
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-25 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[There is no smile, or shift in expression when Rey just blinks back at the Pie Maker. If people thought he was anything but that, she had no business registering it. But then, if anyone needed to turn to someone to make good judgment calls, Rey should find herself at the very end of the line.

[Pulling off the headphones, she looks to him again. A hand reaches down to switch the player off completely.

[There. Undivided attention.]


...

[She stares at the strawberries, then to Ned. She shakes her head.] I'm not hungry.

[Correction: Rey is never hungry. Rey doesn't eat any more than her body requires. Rey has no such desire for indulgence. The taste is foul in her mouth and she almost always immediately finds herself fighting the urge to spit it all back out. It's an unpleasant experience, and nearly feels like a sick joke -- or a cruel sense of torture. People like food, and she cannot bring herself to stomach a bite.]
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-05-28 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[What's awkward for most people is just par for the course for Rey. She wouldn't know how to feel awkward if it smacked her in the face, but she did recognize it when people were pushed out of their social element. Mostly because she sees it happen all of the time. Some have a harder time of being happy socialites than others, it seems.]

I am not hungry. [Rey repeats, as though maybe Ned hadn't heard her the first time. She then shrugs.] We might've. I probably don't remember it.

[Rey has issues when it comes to remembering people. Landmarks are easier. Like the changing hallways. She can deal with that, at least.]
circumitus: you started throwing frozen shot glasses at people and you kept saying "it's fine, they melt." (wave goodbye to your troubles)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-02 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Poor Ned, twirling about in the awkward, and Rey can't tell the difference either way.

[She's silent at first, and just stares at him for a moment, before she speaks:]
Rey.

[Simple, a one-note carries in her plain voice.]
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-06 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Well that-

[That was certainly an odd gesture. But okay. There are plenty of pretty strange people here on the ship. Really. It's no big deal.]


...

[Rey stares at Ned a moment, before letting the tattoo speak for itself. Holding her arm out, she reveals the very telling "001" numbers, just before the less meaningful "056" digits.]

I've been here awhile.
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[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-09 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Don't take it personally, Ned. Everyone is strange to Rey.

[She shrugs.]


I don't think there's ever been a list before. But I might not be the best to inform you, because haven't been paying very close attention. [She'd had other concerns to keep her busy at the time. Or, rather, she lacked concern to really involve herself in any of that.]
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-10 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rey may not be the best when it comes to reading people, but certain behavioral patterns have a way of catching her attention. The way Ned moved seem to insinuate something. Suspicion. Concern. In itself, the behavior was suspicious. Our friend Ned here is not what you'd call an expert poker player. Not while Rey here is completely straight-faced, blinks, and studies him with intrigue.]

Do you need help? [Might as well, she figures. It isn't like she has any other matters eating up her time at the moment.]
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-11 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Rey tilts her head inquisitively at the response. She wanted to wait for his reply in order to really determine what the nature of her own question truly was, and his answer did it for her.]

Negative. [She hesitates a moment, before adding to clarify for safe measure:] I would not mind.
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-06-16 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Rey didn't think too much into every "good" three times over. For all she knows, it was just some quirk of in the way he says things. Everyone seems to be that way.]

I see. [She would have asked him to be more specific, but clearly he didn't want to speak out in the open like this. This, actually, was something that Rey genuinely could understand, and honestly couldn't blame him for.

[After a moment's consideration, she starts walking.]
To the kitchen, you said?