10-31-2008, 01:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-31-2008, 01:24 AM by Frisk E. Coyote.)
OOC: Yeah, he's kind of groggy, so much that he pretended not to see Mar in case it was just a hallucination. But then Mar didn't go away, and suddenly looked familiar. That's when he decided to ask! Sorry about the confusion, it was late on my end. Also, I meant "Hey Alex, Tia." Not Mar and then Tia! My mistake!
IC:
Ray stood still for a moment before he excused himself and shuffled away. "I need more coffee..." he waved at them. "I'll come back when I'm not hallucinating."
[Candy's Apartment]
After a lot of shushing and explaining, Candy finally opened the door and invited Prowl. He was greeted by the sight of a rather small living room with a tiny dining table near the window. There sat three kids; one looked about fifteen, she had black hair with pink highlights, heavily shadowed eyes, pale skin, a nose ring, a lip and tongue piercing, a piercing on the corner of her right brow and multiple ear piercings. She also had black fingernails, black lips, red contacts and a trashy black outfit consisting of belts and leather.
Prowl assumed she was either a vampire, a punk, or a goth.
To the Goth's right was a young boy who looked about eleven. He was blond, had hazel eyes, and looked quite normal. Sure the kid was drawing rainbows and had rested his chin on his palm, sighing dreamily as Prowl entered, but that was normal. To his right was a baby girl, about three years old. She sat on her baby chair and made a mess out of her food.
"I thought you said you're a mother of two?" Prowl muttered under his breath.
"I forgot about Julius." She replied carelessly, indicating the little boy with a gesture connected to homosexuality. "What're you doing home, Claire?" She asked the goth girl.
"I got sent home." Clara answered. "I corrected the teacher and made him cry, so I got sent home to cool my head. And who the fuck's that, your new boyfriend? Geez mom, you're a SLUT." She said angrily.
"Prowl's not my boyfriend!!" Candy yelled at her daughter, making Prowl wince. "Can't you see he's some kind of-" She stopped. Of course. Her children probably don't see what he really is. "-Baby sitter. For Maggie."
Maggie, Prowl assumed. was the toddler. Maggie gurgled happily in her seat at Prowl, who waved at her playfully.
The three children eyed Prowl with interest. To Claire, he was the ultimate goth hunk, with long raven black hair, a belted leather trench coat, gloves, spiked boots, fangs, pale skin and red eyes. To Julius, he was some sort handsome older man with sandy hair who was probably in a boy-band. To Maggie... he was Scooby Doo.
Prowl noticed how differently they saw him as, and wondered if he could have his image shift so everyone could see him as just one person and not each of their individual fantasies. His lack of a permanent veiled image is probably due to his disharmony with his Persona.
IC:
Ray stood still for a moment before he excused himself and shuffled away. "I need more coffee..." he waved at them. "I'll come back when I'm not hallucinating."
[Candy's Apartment]
After a lot of shushing and explaining, Candy finally opened the door and invited Prowl. He was greeted by the sight of a rather small living room with a tiny dining table near the window. There sat three kids; one looked about fifteen, she had black hair with pink highlights, heavily shadowed eyes, pale skin, a nose ring, a lip and tongue piercing, a piercing on the corner of her right brow and multiple ear piercings. She also had black fingernails, black lips, red contacts and a trashy black outfit consisting of belts and leather.
Prowl assumed she was either a vampire, a punk, or a goth.
To the Goth's right was a young boy who looked about eleven. He was blond, had hazel eyes, and looked quite normal. Sure the kid was drawing rainbows and had rested his chin on his palm, sighing dreamily as Prowl entered, but that was normal. To his right was a baby girl, about three years old. She sat on her baby chair and made a mess out of her food.
"I thought you said you're a mother of two?" Prowl muttered under his breath.
"I forgot about Julius." She replied carelessly, indicating the little boy with a gesture connected to homosexuality. "What're you doing home, Claire?" She asked the goth girl.
"I got sent home." Clara answered. "I corrected the teacher and made him cry, so I got sent home to cool my head. And who the fuck's that, your new boyfriend? Geez mom, you're a SLUT." She said angrily.
"Prowl's not my boyfriend!!" Candy yelled at her daughter, making Prowl wince. "Can't you see he's some kind of-" She stopped. Of course. Her children probably don't see what he really is. "-Baby sitter. For Maggie."
Maggie, Prowl assumed. was the toddler. Maggie gurgled happily in her seat at Prowl, who waved at her playfully.
The three children eyed Prowl with interest. To Claire, he was the ultimate goth hunk, with long raven black hair, a belted leather trench coat, gloves, spiked boots, fangs, pale skin and red eyes. To Julius, he was some sort handsome older man with sandy hair who was probably in a boy-band. To Maggie... he was Scooby Doo.
Prowl noticed how differently they saw him as, and wondered if he could have his image shift so everyone could see him as just one person and not each of their individual fantasies. His lack of a permanent veiled image is probably due to his disharmony with his Persona.
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