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Post by Tristan Carter on Aug 11, 2016 22:14:19 GMT -7
Tristan sighed as he walked into the store, shopping list in hand. Just because he was arguably the one who could get there the fastest, and certainly the one who could get there the fastest without drawing a lot of attention to himself, he was nominated as grocery boy. Still, while he fully intended on complaining a little, there wouldn't be any real substance behind the complaints. He was wanting to head to the store anyway, he was the obvious choice to do the running, and he honestly had no issues with it. He was glad they were willing to let him lend a hand. He wouldn't dream of letting them know that, of course, but even though he was sighing, he was doing his best to hide a small smile as well. Some few minutes later, as he was walking down one of the aisles, he looked back at the list. He had made sure to get plenty of essential items needed for actual meals, and was now on the miscellaneous items, such as soda to replace all of it that Shane had drank. He was busy trying to decide what item was closest when his thoughts were interrupted by him walking straight into somebody. He took a step back and stared at the floor, unable to bring himself to look at the other person. "S-Sorry," he said quietly, with a shaky voice. "I-I'll try to keep an eye out where I'm going next time. I'm so sorry." Korra Blackwell |
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Post by Korra Blackwell on Aug 12, 2016 11:19:19 GMT -7
Korra walked into the store and grabbed a hand basket. She had no real reason to be here, they had what they needed at home. She just needed to leave the house and the sickening sight of her mother heaping attention on that backwater slug like a puppy humping a leg. Her nose wrinkled in disgust at the thought. Her booties clacked against the tiles as she perused the isles. Her brown eyes scanned the shelves as her mind continued to rant. The teen admitted it was nice that her mother found companionship. But did she have to be so desperate as to scrape the bottom of the barrel? Apparently so.
Sudden contact yanked her from her thoughts. Korra blinked and turned her head towards the source. It was a boy about her age, maybe a year or two younger. His gaze was glued to the floor. Had she scared him somehow? Thoughts of her mother and the slime left her as she smiled.
"Don't worry about it. Everyone gets distracted. You aren't hurt are you?" |
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Post by Tristan Carter on Aug 12, 2016 11:37:59 GMT -7
When the person spoke, Tristan's expression turned even more glum than before. She sounded nice. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but he found that running into someone nice was somewhat disappointing. He just bothered someone who didn't deserve it. If it wasn't someone nice, he could've at least taken satisfaction in being a bother to some asshole.
He shook his head slowly. "I-I'm fine," he said quietly. "Are you alright?" He struggled to try and look the girl in the eyes, and actually managed to do so, but it was only for a brief moment before he shifted his gaze to the side hurriedly. "I-I'm Tristan," he said before immediately chastising himself. He didn't know whether or not something like that warranted an introduction. He would probably be better off just saying sorry and going on his way, but now he had bumbled his way into what could only be an incredibly awkward conversation for the girl. The only reason he wasn't already apologizing for giving his name was because he was fairly certain that it would only make things worse.
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Post by Korra Blackwell on Aug 25, 2016 22:00:42 GMT -7
All thoughts of what awaited her back home vanished as the boy in front of her shook his head. He seemed very withdrawn, shy. Their eyes met momentarily before he hastily looked away. Was he afraid of something? Did he think she would yell at him for such an innocent mistake?
"I'm fine Tristan. My name is Korra, are you sure you are ok? You seem upset."
The brunette put a gentle hand on his shoulder, attempting to calm him down. He was acting like he had been caught stealing from his parents and was waiting to be reprimanded. Poor guy, she thought to herself, probably wasn't fond of being out around people. Realizing her hand was still on his shoulder she blushed and removed it. Dammit you blonde, she chastised herself, not everyone likes being touched. Her hand dropped to her side and she fidgeted. Ok, she needed something to talk about. Something to push away this tidal wave of awkwardness. Her eyes glanced over to a list in his hand. Perfect.
"Would you like some help shopping? It's always better with company." |
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Post by Tristan Carter on Aug 26, 2016 10:02:14 GMT -7
Tristan nodded slowly at Korra's introduction and question. "I-I'm fine, really," he said quickly. He smiled slightly in an effort to make it more believable, but he didn't know how well that would work considering how he still wasn't looking at her. "It's n-nice to meet you, Korra."
He froze when she put her hand on his shoulder. He looked at it nervously, instantly tensing up. It wasn't that he disliked being touched, it was just unexpected. He breathed a sigh of relief when she removed her hand. He knew what she was trying to do as he appreciated it, but he felt like probably only made things worse.
He blinked in surprise when she offered to help with the shopping. He looked at the list and stared at it, not reading the words. "I suppose th-that's alright," he said quietly. "Thank you for the offer." He honestly didn't care one way or the other. In fact, it would probably be better if he went it alone, for various reasons. But she offered, and she was nice, and Tristan has no clue about how to say no to that and still be polite.
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Post by Korra Blackwell on Sept 1, 2016 8:26:28 GMT -7
"It's nice to meet you too Tristan. Let's see if we can put a dent in the list of yours."
The brunette smiled widely at her new acquaintance. His reaction made it obvious that he wasn't sure how to turn her down without being rude. Thank the stars for that. If he hadn't accepted her offer she would be left alone with her thoughts again. She would have to face them sooner or later but the young adult much preferred later. Stepping close behind him to let another shopper pass, she peeked at the list. Random snack and junk food along with some basic necessities. The only oddity was the sheer amount of everything.
"That's quite the list. You feeding an army Tristan?"
Korra chuckled as she stepped away to pull a few things off a nearby shelf. She was only teasing of course. Mercury knows how much she alone can eat when she puts her mind to it. He might just have a larger family. |
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Post by Tristan Carter on Sept 1, 2016 23:17:26 GMT -7
Tristan smiled nervously as Korra took a look at the list. Her comment about feeding an army probably wasn't too far from home, not that she'd know that or even understand if he told her. Besides, talking was decidedly hard. The less he did it, the better off everything would probably go. Of course, a question like that deserved an answer, and while he could mumble something under his breath, Korra was nice. He could stand to talk enough to say something simple.
"I live in a b-boarding house," he said, his quiet tone not changing. "I-I'm the quickest at getting things done, so I'm pretty m-much the errand boy." He sighed slightly, annoyed by the fact that he couldn't keep himself from stuttering, and too late realized that it could potentially be taken as a sign of irritation at his job. He supposed that bridge could be crossed when he came to it, though, and didn't want to bother explaining just yet. He also considered asking her about what she needed to buy, but he decided against that as well. He could always ask later, once he could get his speech under control.
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Post by Korra Blackwell on Sept 6, 2016 15:19:18 GMT -7
Korra nodded in understanding at his words. So that's why he needed so much food. It made sense now. Still there was something that was bugging her. Speed not withstanding, wouldn't this still be a lot for one guy to handle? Especially depending on how far away this boarding house was.
"Will you need help getting it home? There's bound to be quite a few bags and it would suck to carry them all by yourself."
She gently placed the items she found in his basket as she waited for his answer. Something in her brain snarkily asked why she was being so nice to a random stranger. Aren't things like this how people get themselves killed? Korra glanced over at Tristan. He didn't seem dangerous so why invite worry? Besides, if he did attack her it would mean it was bound to happen one way or another anyway. With that she pushed that feeling away.
"So Tristan I don't see you around the college campus. Is it safe to assume you go to the high school?" |
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Post by Tristan Carter on Sept 7, 2016 15:39:03 GMT -7
Tristan gave the slightest hint of a smile at Korra's offer. There was no need for any help, not that she'd know that. There was a reason why he was the fastest at getting stuff done, after all. He couldn't outright say that, though, so he quickly tried to come up with something convincing.
"That's fine," he said quietly, speaking slowly so he wouldn't stutter again, "transportation is already accounted for, but thank you anyways. I'll just be carrying everything for a few feet, so I'll be alright." He didn't bother to clarify what the transportation is, who would be providing it, or exactly what he meant by a few feet, but he technically wasn't lying. He would be fine without the help, even if he did appreciate the offer.
He was curious as to why she was being so nice to him, even slightly suspicious at this point, but it wasn't something he wasn't used to. Most people always acted nice to his face, no matter what he suspected their actual intentions to be. Besides, the most she could gain by this was a small laugh later at his expense. He could deal with that, he supposed. It would be fair, considering how he bothered her by running into her in the first place.
Her question about where he went to school caught him by surprise. "O-Oh, y-yeah," he said quickly, before taking a moment to breathe and carefully enunciate his words. "Yeah, I'm a senior this year. It's strange to think that soon it'll be over, you know? How about you, though? How's the college life?"
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Post by Korra Blackwell on Sept 30, 2016 16:02:53 GMT -7
"If you say so."
The brunette shrugged at his dismissal of her offer. Not that big of a deal. She would find another way to avoid going home. 'You should be trying to regain the balance in your home, not running from it's chaos.' A calm voice chastised softly. She frowned at it. Now was not the time for that part of her to be all high and mighty with how little it showed up. Tristan's innocent question about college snapped her back to reality.
"College? Definitely a little easier. For me at least. I can set my own pace with my schedule and even decide if I want to deal with people for the quarter or not. "
Korra chuckled softly at the thought. Ironic that she would praise the online courses right now. She was regretting mainly choosing them this quarter due to…circumstances. Funny how she thought it would make her life so much easier when it seemed to just sucker punch her. Especially with the dragon attack that had happened. It still felt like it happened yesterday even though it had to have been a few weeks, maybe even a month ago. That sent the whole city on its's head. 'An imbalance that has greatly shaken the city to it's core. Perhaps set things in motion for a more catastrophic imbalance later.'
God she was chatty today. But she had a point. Something bigger was coming and it was not pretty. And she worried about whether they could stop it. But now was not the time to worry about that. She was being quiet around her acquaintance and she needed to say something. Placing another item off the list into his basket, she opened her mouth and let the first thing she thought of escape.
"You know, sometimes I wonder what would be different if people were more accepting of supers."
Her eyes widened in shock at her own words. Not exactly the best conversation starter but it was impossible to take it back now. She waited, wondering what this relative stranger's reaction would be. |
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