stranger -felicity-

[Edmund Simons]

It was flea market day in Beaufort. Or rather, his flea market day. With days, weeks, and months to do nothing but dodge monsters, demigods, and humans, collect water, and food, and occasionally (aka whenever he could) break into a house while people were away on vacation, Edmund had a lot of time on his hands. What to do with that time? Do something he was useful for and could get mortal money with, obviously. Using his own wood carving tools and the forest around him, Edmund had enough wood to do whatever he wanted. Start fire, make a make shift tent, and lots and lots of wood carvings. He had a week to make things before the biweekly flea market started up. Or at least, that's what his snooping had told him. There was something about sales tax and blah blah blah, so, he didn't affiliate himself directly with the flea market. Instead, he set up shop on a little strip near a parking lot. People saw it coming to and from the main event, and he wasn't obstructing or anything, so they had nothing on him. Okay, maybe a stolen folding table, but hey, it had been on the curb for garbage. It had been fair game.

Ed opened up his backpack and took out a couple of carved planes, animals, spoons, grandfather clocks, and scale models of furniture someone would find around the house. The male lined them up on the table and sat on the grass beside it as he had no chair for himself. The past few weeks a couple of people had brought some trinkets. Not much money came in from it since he really didn't know how much he should've been charging for mini sculptures, but it was some money nonetheless. Even if he didn't sell anything today, he'd be getting more sculptures done and people'd get a live demonstration.

OOC: Hope this works!!

IC: 317

Tag: Felicity Merrimen

[Felicity Merrimen]

Felicity really had no reason to be where she was. She had tried to fake her laziness by calling it scouting but in all reality, she was just goofing off. Exploring the area and seeing what this being a normal human being was life. Granted, the dagger hidden in her pant leg proved that she could never really relax, not with monsters, greeks, and gods know what else would be lurking around. Especially in the daylight, she wasn't as powerful during then as she was in the dark. Anyone who tried to mug her as she walked the lonely streets past midnight found that out the hard way. But no, now it was daytime and she had heard about the flea market in town and decided to check it out.

She walked through the stands and wasn't all that impressed, okay maybe a thing here or there but nothing substantial. Not when you compared it to some Apollo or Vulcan's kids work back home. Home. That was destroyed. She loved Camp Jupiter and the Roman way of life. The constant trainings. Even if they were more aggressive and tough there was a sense of comradie in the ranks. From the smallest to the top, they were all Romans. At least, that's how she felt about it and what she tried to be. The person in charge before her didn't seem to have a soft spot in his body and probably enjoyed whenever the new probatios would fall in the war games. Now Chase, he was like that before too. Until Felicity beat him, which surprised everyone seeing as he was a son of Mars and Felicity usually kept to the back in those games. But it got him to shut up and recognize his place and of course, they ended up falling in love only for it to end in death. She would be lying if she said it didn't hurt. She didn't think she would ever recover and honestly, she didn't want to. She didn't want to open up like that ever again. Yeah, she'll still play around but the moment someone wants something more or thinks there is more Felicity will put them in her place. It was never going to happen again.

Leaving the flea market she saw a lone vendor outside not even having a chair to sit on. She would have felt too guilty to just walk by it so she walked towards it and wow, the craftmanship was amazing. She didn't glance up at the boy until she saw his carved animals and saw one in the shape of a canine, she suspected a wolf, the creature of Rome. She picked it up and looked at him. "How much?" Felicity asked, really looking at him now and couldn't help but knit her eyebrows, something she had always done since she was little, at the boy. He looked strangely familiar, from another lifetime ago it felt like. She didn't care if she was coming off as creepy as she stared with the knit eyebrows. She was trying to figure out the enigma in front of her.

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notes: Good gods Ellie, whyyyy that title and these two </3

[Edmund Simons]

Edmund had realized that he had a particular gift in wood crafting ever since going to a summer camp when he was four. Where as little kids would make flimsy, abstract, little figurines with popsicle sticks, he'd go a bit above and beyond. His creation would be something entirely 3D, made with depth and precision. He had even gotten his hands on a wood carving tool after poking around in the drawers. One could imagine the adult's response to that. They all thought he had gotten one of the teachers to make it for him, but after a few runs and careful observation, they realized it was all him. That also meant they ended up hiding all the carving objects. But no matter how many times they managed to get it away from him, he'd always find a way to get them back. Eventually, his parents just bought him a set, but he was only allowed to do it in the basement of the house. Wood carving became his main past time: making little things for his parents, sister, and occasionally his only friend.

He sat beside his table, carving yet another airplane. Airplane number.... gods, he lost count. Somewhere in the hundreds, probably. He had never stopped... even after she died. He never thought too hard on why he continued... he just, did. Nowadays, he made whatever came to his head. But something compelled him to keep making planes. No planes no life. Uh, that was a bit far. But...he just made them. He didn't even look up as he heard someone approaching. He had nothing worth stealing: just all the statues. And he could turn those out like a factory. Okay, maybe not that fast, but fast enough to have enough for the next market. And he took requests so... they could always come back later. Not like would be moving anywhere anytime fast. Unless he stole a motorcycle and then rigged it to be run on solar energy. Huh... that was actually a good idea...

A voice snapped him out of his thoughts. An almost... familiar voice. He looked up slightly. The female standing above him looked to be around his age. And she was looking at the wolf. "That...." He hesitated. That wolf had actually been the only thing that had survived the fire, besides him. One of the last trinkets he had made his friend years and years ago. He had taken it from her house after she had.... The figurine would sit on his nightstand every night after, hoping that she'd come back or just reappear. But she never did. Ed had snatched it before running out of the house on the night of the fire. He had been carrying it with him ever since. Every flea market he resolved to sell it and get rid of it. But every flea market when someone showed interest in it... "That's display only," he said dryly. "But I'll be back here in three days and I'll have another one made for you if you still want it." He finally looked up fully, pausing his carving to look at her. She was staring at him with scrunched eyebrows. Like she was examining him... actually, that look looked familiar. He didn't mind the staring much, he had gotten plenty of it, and honesty, by this time, he started staring back as if trying to place something. He tilted his head a bit, something he had always done whenever confused. It was a deep sort of gut instinct of trying to place something lost and never found.

OOC: ha...ahahahaha. these two make me so sad already.
IC: 599
Tag: Felicity Merrimen

[Felicity Merrimen]

Display only? She looked down at the statue, it seemed a tad weathered but it was familiar in her hand. Curious, mainly because this was either a really strange dejavu day or something, she turned the little world onto it's back and inspected the carved paws. There it was. She had had one when she was younger, no wonder it felt like a lifetime ago, way before she joined the legion. She had a friend next door a couple years younger than her who had a sister. The boy and her would share the same recess period despite being a grade or two apart and they would sit there laughing at what caught them in trouble, usually because they couldn't keep still or read the stuff right. Either way it had been one of her few friends and he would make her carvings like this before. She kept them all, well, she did until she had to leave home. She had almost forgotten about them but she remembered the wolf fell one day when she was really angry and it ended up chipping the paw. She cried about it and thought she had ruined it and that her friend would be upset with her.

Looking back at the boy she was struck by the familiar head tilt. She couldn't help but give a small smile. Maybe things were going to get better if she could run into a friend after so long. I mean, he didn't seem to be in the best of situations sitting outside a flea market selling things but they could probably catch up. She just wondered why his little sister wasn't there with him. "I had one like this before. The paw ended up getting chipped. I thought I ruined it and cried to my friend, see, he made things just like this too." She said, setting the wolf down gently. "I lost touch with him long ago though. Always wondered what happened to him." Felicity said. She wanted to see if he would catch on, if it wasn't just her feeling like she was going insane. Maybe this was some messed up dream that she would wake up too. But then again wasn't your subconscious only suppose to show you faces you had already seen? She hadn't seen older Edmund, never had, the last she saw of him was when he was eight the last day they had school together before she left that night. Gods, it was forever ago and it really was, it was eleven years ago.

Eleven years was a long time too. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything, what if there was some grudge because she never came back? What if he would retaliate? She didn't want to hurt him, heck, she barely knew him now. After all, she was nothing like how she was when she was ten. Too much had changed since that grinning little girl who would pick on Ed with his sister. And honestly, maybe it wouldn't be smart for them to try to reconnect.

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notes: *cries for days at Fedmund*

[Edmund Simons]

ooc: *insane laughter* LETS BRING THIS BACK *ha....ahahahahahaha*

Edmund always said he was emotionless and non sentimental. But really, when it came to his past, maybe he was.... a tad. He still made his sister planes and kept his best friends's carving for gods sakes. He always had wondered what happened to her. There one school day, gone the next. It had been safe to say that his life slowly started going down hill after that. She disappeared, his house and family got destroyed fire, he went off to live with Em, and then he ran and ended up at Camp Half Blood. For a few years, he kept the hope that she'd come back one day... until, eventually, probably after the fire, he came to the terms that he'd probably never see her again. He wouldn't get any friends after that. She had been it. Mostly because they had been able to bond over getting into trouble with the combined ADHD and dyslexia. Plus, he had her to blame for Meg getting a semi sassy side. It had all been in good fun though... Planes for Meg, little dogs and wolves for Felicity. He had seen all of them when he snuck into the house after she had disappeared. He had only been able to snatch one though, before the adults came back around. This particular wolf had gotten its paw chipped. He actually did remember that day since she had been so upset. But he had just told her all the weird chipping and wood morphs were what made pieces unique.

As she began talking, some odd idea started to form in his brain. No... surely not. There were other people who wood carved, weren't there? They gave pieces to people they liked... since, what was the use of woodcarving if not to give the pieces away or sell them? But honestly... a chipped paw on a wolf, lost touch... Couldn't get any more specific on that. He gave a slow nod. Could it really.... Despite his wariness, curiosity and a drive to want to know for sure overrode any caution. "I made a lot of things when I was a kid. I made a wolf for someone, and they ended up chipping it. But it was okay, since random chips and wood morphs make pieces unique." Right now, both of them could be perceived as being kind of creepy, but now he really needed to know. This sounded way too much like it was him and his old friend. "They disappeared one day... never knew what happened to them. Always wondered though," he said his voice flat and semi matching her recount. Would he know her on sight? No, no. That'd be ridiculous. She probably would look much different now. Gods knew he did. It had been eleven years. A lot could change in that time span. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to go for it. "My name is Edmund... Simons."

If it was who he thought it was, hopefully she would remember his name. If it wasn't who he thought it was, then he had proof that a lot more people than he thought still did wood carving, and a lot of people dropped them and got the paw chipped. He couldn't exactly say he was angry at her... The police tape around her house had scared him a bit, of course, but that hadn't deterred him from looking in and snatching the wolf figurine. It looked like there had been a fight... a bad one. It almost looked like his classroom after he had been attacked... everything upside down, claw marks, a bit of blood... a very fine golden dust hanging in the air. No... not angry. He had just been sad. He had lost his only friend... and he had never gotten another one after her.

OOC: T_T
IC: 636

[Felicity Merrimen]

Felicity couldn't help but smile. She had only heard that statement about the uniqueness of woodchips once before in her life. And when she had heard that it caused the tears that were falling to stop back when she was younger. He knew how to cheer her up after all, they were good friends. They cheered each other up and both would try to cheer Meg up. Gods, if she hadn't had left her and Ed would probably have been so overprotective of her, especially when she started dating. Of course, she was sure Ed probably was still overprotective of her. Which was why she was a tad shocked that she wasn't here with him, now that she knew who he was.

"Well, she didn't leave willingly. I think some girl scouts ran her out." Felicity said with a small shrug before looking at him when he said his name. There was it. She would recognize that name anywhere. "I'm Felicity, Felicity Merrimen. Long time no see." Felicity said with a small smile. Of all the things that could have happened she managed to run into her old neighbor all the way here in South Carolina. If it wasn't for such a long time difference she might have pulled him into a hug like they use to do but, she couldn't help but feel that would be extremely awkward. But she had a billion questions that she wanted to ask him. Granted, probably best to save that until maybe they had asked one or two more questions because after all, what if she brought something up that was personal and he would get apprehensive about it? So she stuck with the a beginner's question.

"I'm surprised you're all the way out here. I mean, you're probably one of the best craftsman out of everyone there. I bet you're rolling in money now." Felicity tried to joke. But the first part was true. He was skilled, always have been. She had watched him and wondered how on earth he could take a block of wood and carve something amazing out of them. She didn't have a bone of talent in her own skeleton and always failed in art. She couldn't even finger paint right it seemed. But she was the one when they were super young who would try to convince Meg not to be afraid of the dark, and Ed too though he probably would never admit to it. She did try to be just as good a friend to them as they were to her.

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notes: YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO USE THAT GIF AND CRUSH MY HEART?!?!?!

[Edmund Simons]

Do you remember when we used to be h a p p y?

Eleven years. Long time. To say nothing had changed would be a complete and gross lie. Everything had changed. Everything from their appearance, to situation, to personality. It only took a second for things to change. Any little change or big change always ended up producing a ripple effect. Take thousands or millions of them within the span of eleven years, and it'd be astounding if they were even close to the two naive kids they had been. When their biggest troubles were getting school transferred and being put in a time out by the teachers. Still, they had been happy. Perhaps feeling the stress from their parents, but they had been kids. What had they really understood except the want to be accepted and to have a few friends here and there that they could play with? Felicity had been the only one to not look at him weirdly when he couldn't sit still or read the right things. ....if only nothing had happened. They could've stayed good friends... how old would Meg even be now? Seventeen. Ed tried not to hard to think about how things could've turned out... since it was just some impossible dream now.

Ed gave a slight nod, considering this information. Girl scouts, a disappearance, the wrecked house, and some shimmery dust. Teachers, students, a physical therapist. They had all caused destruction, tried to kill him, and had exploded into yellow fire works. "Must've been some monstrous girl scouts," he said lightly. She remembered his name. As he remembered hers. You didn't easily forget your only friend's name. Well, call the world unexpected. They were all the way in South Carolina for gods sakes. "Yeah, really. What's it.... eleven years?" Gods only knew how his memory stayed in tact. Sometimes he didn't remember what he had done the previous day, but he did remember very random parts of his childhood.... and then the fire. And Em. But hanging around Felicity and Meg seemed to make out the better parts.

He gave a slight shrug. "They wanted forms for tax and private business and stuff. Not interested in doing that. Besides, too many people." Okay, no matter how much things had changed... he supposed some things stayed the same. His dislike for mass amounts of people and authority. Her eyebrow scrunches, and his head tilts. At least humans had semi stable traits every now and again. He gave a hollow laugh. "Well, thanks, but I could only wish that was the case." After years and years of craftsmanship, it never really occurred to him why he could do it. But then he had gone to camp and well... they shed light on that real fast. Not that he liked it, he preferred his own explanation, but whatever. "And what've you? What brings you to South Carolina in the middle of summer?"

OOC: YES EVERY RIGHT *cackle sobs*

IC: 476

[Felicity Merrimen]

She let out a hollow laugh. Yeah, monstrous girl scouts. If only he had any idea the kind of monsters she had faced since then. He probably enjoyed a simple life away from the cruelties that came with being a demigod. It was a wonder why she hadn't snapped yet. Or maybe she had and was just too numb to notice nowadays. After all, she did prefer solitude and pretty much seeked it out every other day just to keep sane. Even though her job required her to stick her ugly mug in front of people. She was able to escape afterwards to her tent and take the bottle form under her bunk and get lost in the liquid ecstasy. If only someone told her the harmful effects of drinking stress away she would grow to become wiser, but so far it seemed no one cared, or they were too worried of getting on her bad side. "Yeah, I never trust them anymore. I don't care how badly I want thin mints. They're too expensive nowadays anyway." Felicity said with a small shrug.

"Eleven years. Seems like a lifetime ago." Felicity said. Which wasn't a lie. Eleven years. That's a long time. And well, look at her. Tiny little ten year old Felicity had no idea just how much her life was going to change that day. How much she would come to love only to lose it all at the hands of stupid Greeks. They never should have been able to beat the Romans. It just was absurd! Even in the past it was the Romans who conquered Greece to expand their empire. And then that idiotic alliance. She would sooner fall on her own sword than wake up and sing Kumbayah around a campfire with them. From what she saw they all were weak and idiotic. She couldn't believe how many Romans had decided to stay with them in the end.

She nodded as he explained his reasoning for being outside the market instead of inside. It made sense. Paperwork was a huge pain in the butt and especially when you put it with something that involved numbers, which was not her forte. If she were to die and go into the Fields of Punishment it would probably be a math classroom. Okay, not really, it'd probably be something much worse and far beyond her imagination. She could only hope that when it was her time to die and make way to the Underworld that maybe the fact she was the daughter of the King it would benefit her in some way, even if never had before.

"I'm sure you'll get there eventually. And well, I was just checking the region out. Just passing through really." Felicity said nonchalantly. As stated before, she had no real reason to be where she was and she was only there under false pretenses. She really was just checking the region out, yeah, classify that under scouting, makes it sounds a lot more legit than it really was. But hey, if anyone gave her a hard time she could always just order them to do something, though she hated using her position like that. Too many people in the past had done that and it annoyed the crap out of her. She didn't want to lead with an iron fist. She wanted to be the leader because that's what people wanted.

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notes: *eye twitch* ellie is killing me with the gifs

[Edmund Simons]

"Gods no, never trust anyone," he said dryly, a hint of a smirk dancing around his lips. "Yeah, everything seems to be." She seemed to play the monsters off as nothing. Or maybe they really had been just really twisted girl scouts and she had been abducted and he was just thinking too much into this. Or she could be lying. Yeah, that could be it too. If he had seen what he thought he had... he vaguely wondered why they had never been attacked at the same time. Maybe by the time he started getting attacked at that school, she had already disappeared? He couldn't remember now, all his monster attacks blurred together... some blocked from his mind for his own saneness. Okay, never mind, he didn't have that anymore, but the memories stayed blocked anyway. He didn't want to remember, anyway. Too many horrible things to remember if he allowed himself too. Either way, more nightmare fuel, as if he needed it. He wondered how he'd react if all his blocked memories came rushing forward. Probably not badly. Ever since the fire and the war, he had become rather numb: getting no friends and living his life in solitude. His speaking patterns dwindled down to near nothing, unless he was sassing or fighting someone. Who cared about what he couldn't remember? He had seen a few things, and they'd been ingrained into his memory like someone had branded it there. He had already seen some of the worst. Little could be done to make it any worse, even if he did remember. What was one more nightmare?

"It really does... several, really," Ed muttered, flicking a chip of wood off of the plane he was making. Things went fast. Things changed in a second. If someone told Ed it would end out this way on his last day with Felicity, he'd laugh in their face. Him? A demigod, losing his friend and family, living with Em, going to a gods forsaken camp, fighting in a war, and now this bitter, alone, asocial, angry, emotionless, and numb? No. No way, it was a complete 180 away from his life and personality at eight years old. A whole different person, yes. And here came the philosophical question: was he even still him? His body was still present and growing older, but he life wise, he was pretty much just a ghost with a beating heart. "Still... some things never change," he shrugged, flipping his plane over. His carving and head tilt, her eyebrow scrunches and liking wolves. Wolves. That suddenly sparked an idea. A wolf was the Roman symbol, wasn't it? Was she... Could she...? Would he have seen her? Attacked her? No no no... He mimicked her eyebrow scrunch slightly, ugh he was over thinking it again... He really shouldn't, it'd probably over complicate things.

Edmund nodded. "Drifting... yeah, same," he said with a shrug. Not a complete lie, but not a complete truth either. Staying in the same state, but moving everywhere. And he couldn't exactly travel anywhere fast... unless he stole a motorcycle or something. But he really didn't want to end up in prison. And he didn't want to spend money on gas. Hmmm maybe he could make a solar powered motorcycle, change plates, and wa-la! Run for it. Go cross country and... do what? That question usually stopped any planning thoughts. Like when he had run away from Em, there was just the realization that he had no where to go. No home. He could always make one... No. Bad idea. It would only get uprooted again.

OOC: Sorry for the wait ._.

IC: 602

[Felicity Merrimen]

Remember when We were Young And Naive

Felicity looked at him curiously. Surely, he didn't actually believe that you couldn't trust anybody, even Felicity had people she would trust her life with. Mainly other loyal Romans, granted, there were still some of them that got on her nerves incredibly so but she tried to not show it. Becoming the leader had enabled her to have one hell of a poker face she didn't realize she was capable of in the past. She gave a slight nod. Things were expensive, heck, she knew that from trying to get the Renegades equipment. For some reason buying expensive training equipment was well, expensive and no one seemed to want to deal with a twenty-one year old nobody. Gods, if they only knew that it was her father who would be judging them in the afterlife. Granted, Pluto was known to be less involved in his children's lives, at least in myth. But Felicity had never met him before she just hoped that whenever she did she wouldn't regret it. "Yeah, I know, it's a pain in the butt." Felicity said, responding to him about the financial thing.

She watched him curiously at his statement, just what all had he been through? Sure, she would say several lifetimes too but she had reason. If he only had any idea of what her life had been like, well, he would probably be so intimidated and try to run off. Then she smiled some at the next statement. It was true, despite it all, she still liked wolves and it seemed he still had a knack for woodcarving. "Can't have too many changes, it'd leave everyone confused about who you really are."She said softly.  

"Why are you drifting and is Meg with you?"Felicity asked, looking up and around half expecting the little girl to show up. Granted, she wouldn't be so little, it had been several years but she was like a little sister to her so if she showed up she was sure it would be full of happiness, at least Felicity wanted to be a little optimistic that it would be but there was never any promise that it actually would be. "How is she anyway? What, she in high school now?" Felicity turned to look at him, with her eyebrows knit at trying to figure out the math of it all.

Words:410 |Edmund Simons| short, I'm sorry D:
_{By: Jackie}

[Edmund Simons]

Edmund no longer had his optimistic, wide eyed idealist view that he had had as an eight year old. No, anyone could change: for better or for worse, it didn't matter; change was inevitable. Change to adapt. Change to survive. Who a person was, and who a person had to be to survive were two entirely separate things. Over the years, that lined blurred for Edmund, until he formed into his unpleasant personality of the day. Built up strife, denial, grief, fear, and anger didn't mix well. He did wish things could just... go back to the way they had been when he was eight, but that was such a naive, childish hope. Unrealistic, really. When he really thought about it, he had been kind've weak as a little kid. He had let people push him around to the point of him shutting down or acting out in power incidences; these acts out of course just kept the vicious cycle going, but what else had there been for him to do? No one seemed to believe what he had been experiencing, especially not the adults who were supposed to helping him. Instead, they just yelled at him and got him bouncing around to different schools. Not much had changed when he went to camp: people yelling at him. But by that time he had learned to ignore them and fight back. Who cared if he didn't in? He never did anywhere, so why would a camp full of Greeks be any different? They all claimed to be family and all that stupid crap, but Edmund never bought it. Not for one second. They may have shared the ancestry of gods, but that by no means made them family. At all. Ever.

"Yourself too," he muttered. Although, in reality, he did think he had, for the majority, changed drastically. He didn't even recognize himself anymore. From then till now... yep, completely different person. Even biologically... he had read somewhere that every seven years, all your body's cells had died only to be replaced with new ones. It was scary, unsettling, even, to think that he had been happy at one point in his life. He supposed in a rather twisted way, he was still happy, just not... eight year old Edmund version of happy. Then again, when did a monster machine like him deserve happiness? At the mention of his sister's name, Ed looked at her calmly, his face betraying nothing. "No," he answered simply. He shouldn't have been surprised that Felicity remembered Meg as well, they'd all hang out, and Meg had been thrilled to have a surrogate older sister. "Would've been," he shrugged. He had already done the math, every day, every month, every year for the past eleven. Meg would have been seventeen this past April. The fire had hit on his tenth birthday, making sure Meg would never see an age past seven.

OOC: all good!
IC: 486
Tag: Felicity Merrimen

[Felicity Merrimen]

Remember when We were Young And Naive

Gods, but she had changed so much since then. Which, any normal person would from the age of ten to twenty-one. But it just seemed so much more drastic. A few years ago she might had shared the same bright personality that Edmund would recognize from when she was younger, but it was no longer there; having left that behind so she could appear stronger to the ranks of the Renegades so that they would be more comfortable under her leadership. 


She looked at him curiously at what he said next. Him and Meg were inseparable, well unless they were playing a game and Meg choose to be on Felicity's team. But for her to not be with him now? She could understand if they had a falling out or something, but the way he seemed, just shrugging it off. She couldn't help but wonder if there was more to the story. And those two words Would've Been, shouldn't it she is? Nothing could have happened to that sweet little girl, right? She was too precious for the world, literally a ball of sunshine. She refused to admit something bad happened. 

"Oh, that's a shame. Would have been nice to see her again. Could you tell her I say Hi the next time you see her? I mean, I doubt she'll remember me but still." Felicity said wit ha soft shrug, refusing to accept anything less than that she was alive and well and just doing something without Edmund. After all, how could the world keep taking all the people who brightened people's days and leaving those who were worthless behind? In what way was that fair? It had been the same for Rapheal, he knew how to brighten her up on a cloudy day and make her smile no matter the situation but yet it was he who died. He was too good for the world, every day she wished the roles would have been changed. He would have been better at this surviving thing than she was. 

Words:357 |Edmund Simons| sorry about that wait T_T
_{By: Jackie}

[Edmund Simons]

do you remember
when we used to be h a p p y ?

Ed had to wonder: if she hadn’t seen the wolf, or if he had disposed it (like he told himself he’d do for years and years on end) would she have even recognized him? His personality had flipped a 180, and he barely looked the same. Felicity had changed too. What person wouldn’t in that long of a span? Physically, mentally, and emotionally. Most people changed during their teen years right? Well, he was almost out of his and Felicity was out of hers... only, he knew he had taken the accelerated track. Every two years something would drop from the sky and turn his life upside down, smashing his thoughts, and molding him into a progressively different person. It almost reminded him of carving. Take the block and chip away at it. Soon, it doesn't look anything like a block. It has an entirely different shape. Depending on what's done with it, it could get preserved or it could get chipped. Not to say that the chipped shape wasn't good it just... was different, recked in a way. And unless a person had a specific sort of heavy duty glue or replacement chips, there was no way the sculpture would ever look the same. Of course, those chips and scratches and morphs made it unique and blah blah, but when he compared it to the human psyche... it didn't look so great.

Yes... things had changed. One of those changes included his family. Or rather, the lack of one. He had raged, thrown his fits, cried for weeks on end... but now he was fine; at least, that's what he had convinced himself of now. Besides, he had no room to be weak or show weakness. It got you no where. Had he and Meg been inseparable? Yes, but that was when she was alive: nine years ago. A life time ago. "Yeah, I know," he said hollowly. What he would give to actually see her again; all of them. He allowed himself a brief nod. No use in just flat out telling her she died. At least she could be allowed a bit of false hope. That's what people ran on, right?

"Sure I will." He figured he'd be dead in five years or less, so why not? It'd be soon enough.

Out of Character

NOTES: All good! 
Apologies for my lateness too!

WORDS: 387

TAG: Felicity Merrimen

CREDIT: AI

[Felicity Merrimen]

Remember when We were Young And Naive

"Thanks." Felicity said. She wasn't sure what else to say. She wanted to get to know him again, rekindle a friendship and everything else. But she knew that it would be near impossible with how her life was now. What was she suppose to tell him? Oh yeah, we can be pen pals, like legit pen pals because even though it's the twenty-first century I don't have a cell phone to text you with because it would attract monsters who want to eat me. #LOL. No, it was silly. Besides, he must have a life going on. Well, at least he still had a his hobby .


"So uh, is  the wolf still not for sell? I can give you almost any amount of it. Something to remember when we were kids by. And oh, if you want, I can get you lunch too, how long have you been out here today anyway? Surely you deserve a break." She stated rather quickly. Hoping that he would take her offer. It'd be nice to hang out with a normal person again and so that she herself could pretend to be normal. A nice little false reality to live in, if only just for a moment. That's all it took sometime to feel human again, just a moment. Besides, it wasn't like she had anything else planned for the day except to make it back to the renegades camp and still try to figure out funds and stuff to see how she can keep feeding everyone and to try to replace the poor quality training dummies they currently had. You know, just the normal daily life of a leader. 

Words:294 |Edmund Simons| so short, I'm so sorry D: 
_{By: Jackie}

[Edmund Simons]

do you remember
when we used to be h a p p y ?

"Welcome." It was probably the least he could do for her, as old friends. Besides, he didn't necessarily have to tell her the entire truth... unless she started probing, in which case he would most likely lie. It'd probably be too cruel to tell her he'd say hi, only to add on that he'd be doing it in the afterlife as that's where Meg was. Would he feel bad about lying to Felicity?No, not really. Not anymore. Before, he would have felt uncomfortable, almost as if he was lying to Meg or his parents, but now he barely knew her anymore. Did he want to start their friendship again? Try to save it if there was anything left? Especially with the life he had now? Ugh, just the word and concept of 'friend' felt odd in his train of thought. He hadn't had one for years: eleven to be exact. How foolishly naive and optimistic it would be of him to even entertain the thought of it being the same. Stupid, filled with disappointment really. Which was why he no longer attempted nativity or optimism. They were obviously different people now. Besides, Ed could barely offer anything to keep in contact with: no permanent address, no cell phone, no laptop with internet. Not unless he wanted the monsters to find and chase him down every hour of every day.

Edmund tilted his head slightly as she offered to buy it off him. "Nothing," he said, some confusion slipping onto his face. "It is yours, after all." Of all the damn things that survived the fire, the run, the camp, and the war, it had to be him and that little figurine. It'd be kind of odd, not having it anymore... but as much as his mind jammed and refused to explicitly be happy about it, deep down, he really liked having the live owner in front of him better. Which made it even more frustrating that he had nothing to facilitate keeping in contact. "Oh... uh, sure," he accepted with a slight shrug. Hey, how could he say no to free food? Not that thievery, hunting, gathering, and dumpster diving didn't have its thrills but... He gave a shrug. "Four, maybe five hours."

Out of Character

NOTES: haha all good lovely!

WORDS: 374

TAG: Felicity Merrimen

CREDIT: AI

[Felicity Merrimen]

Remember when We were Young And Naive

Felicity smiled some when he said it was hers after all, it was true but there was still a part of her that felt a little guilty in taking the trinket back. After all, he could make good money on it, she needed to at least pay him back somehow, though she had a feeling if she brought it up he would shut her up about it, especially since she was already getting him lunch, or was it dinner. Linner? Ah well, he had been out here a long time, he deserved a break. 

"Well that's more than enough for one day. Want to pack up and we can get going? I heard there's this really good pizza place down the road from here. And yes, before you say it, I am still obsessed with pizza. Need help with anything? " Felicity asked, giving him a smile. It was moments like that that made it seem like no time had passed between them at all, joking about childhood habits. Edmund had been one of the few to understand her. She didn't have any siblings and she thought that Ed and Meg were the closest she was ever going to come to having any. Which was a sad thought considering how she was the one to leave. She wondered if there was any resentment because of that. It wasn't like she left willingly, she wouldn't have done that, not if she knew what she was getting into. Why on earth would any willing person want this? To live a life where instead of lasting relationships you're more likely to see everyone you care about burning in a funeral pyre. It wasn't any ideal way to live. She supposed that was one reason why she wanted Rome to go back to how it was, there they had New Rome, a place to grow up safe and have a life where you didn't need to worry about any threats. A safe heaven, even if it was compromised during this entire fiasco, it was a good idea to have and to strive for again. 

Words: 371 |Edmund Simons| still short but oh well, still love these two 
_{By: Jackie}

[Edmund Simons]

do you remember when
we used to be h a p p y ?

Edmund vaguely wondered how many others had left camp and how they had decided to survive. He knew of the rebel camps; they had their own way of running things and had multiple people in their camps. But what of those similar to him? Those who just decided to say "screw it all" or just didn't care enough to stay neither here nor there. His survival techniques sometimes borderlined illegal (okay, never mind; breaking, entering, and disarming an alarm was definitely illegal), but he was there to keep himself alive, not play nice. Em probably thought and hoped he was dead. He wondered if he should track her down and give her a visit. Not like he could get the family house or anything, but maybe his parents had decided to leave him (and probably Meg) something. Then again, he didn't have much hope and he had to figure out a way to get all the way to New York.

He nodded. "Sounds good." It had actually been a rather long time since he had eaten pizza. He wouldn't exactly call it a great food to be eating with all the training they did. If anything, it'd probably semi negate it. Other people did eat it, but he tended not to. A light smirk flashed across his face. "Oh, no, Merrimen, I would've never guessed," he quipped back without much thought. Ah... yes, this felt safe. This felt normal. Not that he really had a permanent view of "normal" anymore. Just as in... this felt right and the closest to genuine, harmless teasing he had felt in a long time. "No, I'm fine," he shrugged, taking the different wooden figurines and placing them in a slotted box and then his backpack. He rolled his woodcrafting tools up and placed them in the backpack as well. "The table's up for grabs," he said with a shrug. "So where is this infamous pizza place?" he asked, turning his head towards his childhood friend. Totally chill and normal, to find someone he hadn't seen in years, suddenly and out of the blue. At least it was better than watching people just fall down dead. Not that he cared about them, but it could get rather old; especially during a war. No where was stable, and no where was home. He supposed he just had to watch two physical living environments get taken down to realize it.

Out of Character

NOTES: Sorry for that wait. also trying to get used to him again

WORDS: 403

TAG: Felicity Merrimen

CREDIT: AI