Post by FINNICK SYMON BRAVERMAN on Feb 20, 2017 21:18:10 GMT -6
than nothing at all.
To have a moment when Finn was not flanked by either Arin or Theo was rare. However, they did occasionally need to go do 'twin things', so that left Finn to wander the common room alone. Today was one of those days, and he was restlessly wandering around the common room. He would have gone outside, but there was a horrific thunderstorm occurring. Lightning danced through the windowpane and thunder threatened to shake the tower straight out of the sky. Better to stay in, really.
He had just settled into an armchair by the fireplace when another huge thunder clap boomed through the room, startling him. This caused his hair to turn abruptly to a shock of dark orange. He shook his head a little, quickly bringing it back down to blue again, but not before those around him probably saw it. He ducked down in his chair, pulling his hood over his head, practically feeling eyes on him. He hated being noticed.
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Stormy weather was some of Cleopatra's favourite - the sound, and the feel, and the flashes of lightning that burst across the sky. It was chaotic, and vibrant - and seemed like a nice point of contrast against herself; quiet, and contained. Her hair, done up in a bun, was currently a deep blue, with lighter blue and purple twisted through it - resembling something of a galaxy. It might have something to do with the fact that book on her lap was an astronomy one, or that she really just did love the sky.
A particularly loud clap of thunder made her look up from her book towards the window, in time to see a head of hair turn orange. It went quickly back to blue, but Cleopatra watched with faint amusement as he pulled his hood over his head. "I think that draws more attention to you than less," she pointed out.
Post by FINNICK SYMON BRAVERMAN on May 19, 2017 19:45:24 GMT -6
The very thought of people noticing him practically sickened him. However, given how tightly his abilities seemed to be linked to his emotions, he was nothing if an ever-changing freak show with free admission. People could stare all they wanted, and that they did. He'd gotten good at ignoring the stares, but that didn't mean he invited them. More like....tolerated, begrudgingly.
He hadn't really been paying attention to the Common Room around him, so the voice off to his side that taunted him came as another surprise, producing another cascade of colors to tumble through his hair which was, luckily, mostly concealed by the hood. "Whatever. In my experience, if people want to stare at you and judge you, little stands in their way." He muttered, though he did attempt to make himself smaller in the chair all the same, as if he could just disappear into it.
Although mostly hidden, his hair flashed a collection of colours again. Cleopatra watched it with a faint interest. It was curious being around other metamorphs and seeing how their skill tended to manifest.
"Little does," she agreed. People could be so incredibly nasty, whether or not you were doing things that provoked it. Or knew that you were doing things that provoked it. She had gotten a great deal of grief from the students that she was obliged to spend her life around. "And if it wasn't for the fact that you seem to be trying to avoid that, I'd agree with you."
Post by FINNICK SYMON BRAVERMAN on Jul 22, 2017 17:57:19 GMT -6
Finn squirmed under her gaze. He could feel her studying him, and he wasn't quite sure why. He wished he could just turn invisible sometimes. All the things he could make his appearance do, and yet the one form he wanted it to take it was incapable of. It was almost unfair.
He shrugged a little, another nervous habit, unable to sit still. "I try my best to blend in. It's just the morphing makes it a little more difficult." He said. He'd intended for his words to have a more biting tone, but they really just came out sounding confused.
In Cleo's experience, trying to blend in didn't work. Trying to keep quiet and out of the way didn't work. Because something always ruined it. People would pick on you for being in the way, they would pick on you for trying to keep to yourself. There wasn't really a way to win. "What's the point of blending in? They'll hate you anyway. You might as well be yourself." Even if that did not necessarily work all of the time anyway.
Post by FINNICK SYMON BRAVERMAN on Oct 7, 2017 22:07:49 GMT -6
than nothing at all
Finn didn't really feel like trying to explain himself to the girl, but it was sort of clear that he wasn't going to get very far with this tactic. Sighing, he shrugged again, as if that were a fully formed answer.
"There's just no point in making myself more of a target, okay? I....just don't need to deal with that. People are mean and kids are worse. You....you don't understand what it's like. Always feeling eyes on you."
Oh this was rich. Did Braveman think he was the only one who had a hard time? Who got watched. "I don't know what it's like?" she questioned, looking at him. "Newsflash, Braverman, you're not the only metamorph sitting here," she twisted her hair around her finger, and it turned back to its standard pale blonde. "You're not the only one people watch. You're not the only one people are mean to."
People at this school has been assholes to her for a long time, she knew she could be abrasive, truthful in a way that came across as meanness as she didn't shield the words she was saying in niceties. She was different, and disliked, for more than just being able to change the colour of her hair. "If your biggest problem is people teasing your hair colour, congratulations, you're not doing that bad."