BRIAR. Ic - Blog Posts

briar's hands come up to his chest in defense, a slight scoff slipping past his lips, " the fuck? you don't see me for eighty years and this is how you treat me?" twelve hours, give or take, from the flight to the castle and then to here. then again, briar did see arin this morning for breakfast, but they wouldn't count that — it was a "hi"-"bye", of course he wouldn't count that. not when he spends practically all their time around the other anyway. a pause, leaning back to raise his brow, " you're bored as shit, too, huh?" so observant.

LOCATION  :   outside  the  amphitheatre ( group three OR other wanderers maybe perhaps - )   (  @langstonstarters  )

initially  arin  had  found  …  whatever  it  is  that  man  in  there  is  talking  about,  halfway  interesting.  if  for  no  other  reason  than  the  pure  entertainment  value  of  the  theatrics  and  the  british  looking  absolutely  miserable  about  it.  even  so,  there's  only  so  long  he  can  sit  still  for.  the  people  seated  nearby  were  starting  to  look  annoyed  by  his  incessant  leg  bouncing,  and  as  much  as  he  usually  loves  a  good  courtyard  fight,  he  doesn't  really  want  to  be  dodging  punches  on  day  one.  so  excusing  himself,  allegedly  to  find  a  bathroom,  it  is.  he's  pacing  back  and  forth  near  the  door,  earbuds  in,  and  running  a  tech  deck  along  the  wall  and  making  godawful  racket  about  it.  with  no  idea  he's  no  longer  alone  under  he  happens  to  catch  sight  of  them  mid-turn.  makes  him  jump  —  as  if  encountering  other  people  is  abnormal  in  public  ??  —  miniature  skateboard  clattering  to  the  ground  in  the  process.  “jesus  fuckin'-  would  it  kill  you  to  make  a  little  noise  next  time?”  maybe  they  did,  arin.  you  can't  hear  anything  but  fall  out  boy  on  full  volume.