1001 Knights [Romeo]

[Tate Desmarais]

Tate couldn't read Sherlock Holmes all the time. No matter how much of a Holmesboy (Holmesgirl? Holmesperson?) she was, she really couldn't excuse never leaving the safety of her fandom for anything else. She did enjoy reading other things, she really liked legends and myths and stories about people discovering that they held power deep inside their heart. They'd been pretty fun when she'd been living vicariously through them, but now a bit of the fire had gone out of her enjoyment of the mahou shoujo series she usually followed. So she'd turned to Arthurian legends, stories of great knights in shining armor. No magical power reveal there, just the revelation that Arthur was meant to serve Britannia as King. And betrayals upon betrayals, but those were necessary to any good story. Would the BBC Sherlock version of The Great Game been quite so remarkable if there was not that split-second thought that John had done it all?

No. Betrayal was a good plot device, as such devices went.

She hadn't had the courage to wander back into the library recently, though she knew that she had to eventually to return the book of Greek mythology she'd borrowed. So she settled herself into one of the chairs in the student lounge, with The Once and Future King balanced on her knees. The brunette resembled a curled-up stick bug than an actual human being tucked up in the chair, all straight lines composed of skinny limbs with her face hidden behind the overlarge pages.

It wasn't so much that she was trying to be more social as her mother would have asked in this case. She got bored staring at the same four walls, and despite everything she had had enough friends to spend at least one or two days a week out of her own house. Being completely alone was not conducive to her brain function. Genius operated best in an audience, as Mr. Holmes had said famously in A Study in Scarlet; while Tate might not be a genius, she certainly wanted (needed) someone to talk to, or bounce ideas off of.

Or, you know. Just to talk to. She peeked over the top of The Once and Future King, let her gaze sweep over the room, and then dropped it back to her text. Arthurian knights and legends could keep her company for now, she supposed. Wasn't like she hadn't done this before, ever. It wasn't new. Just she'd gotten used to having people to talk to, and considering she wasn't sure if she could even tell her friends in Walhalla what had happened to her, she didn't even know if she could text. In conclusion, it was pretty lonely.

[Romeo Buckland]

Where is he? thought Romeo as he stood beside one of the student lounge’s vending machines, his almost rhythmic huffs and constant eye rolling an indication of how annoyed the boy already is. Patience was a virtue he never really had, and it seems he’s in no rush to develop it at the very moment.

Roland, a friend of his, was supposed to meet him at the student lounge after class and go with him to town. The Irish boy was still without a Halloween costume and Roland was the first among his friends to agree curb to his whim and help him find one. But it seems agreeing to accompany him and remembering to do so are two different things.

Letting out another frustrated sigh, he inserted a few quarters in the vending machine and grabbed himself an orange juice before finally resorting to sit in one of the couches and watch whatever it was that some of the students were watching. Must’ve been staying at the auditorium again, ‘dancing’ with that new girl he met. No, Romeo was not jealous. He’s all for his friend finding someone. But he should’ve at least told him.

But, as it seems, post-apocalyptic zombie movies (or was that a marathon of a certain TV series?) could only hold his attention for long. Sure it was interesting, but his mind was suddenly pulled away when he turned slightly to his left. No, Roland didn’t appear (the Irish boy’s given up already at this time) but rather he saw a familiar face.

A familiar girl to be exact.

Now while Romeo’s filled with just the right amount of confidence, when it comes to talking to girls that he might or might not have a crush on, well, things are different. But that doesn’t mean he won’t try.

And no matter how he tried to think of decent ‘icebreakers’, once he got close enough to the girl, he blurted out what seems to be (in his head) the lamest among them: “Aren’t we supposed to be reading The Kiterunner instead of that? I think The Once and Future King’s not on until January. Not that it’s not all that interesting.”

Cue in mental facepalm.

“I-I’m Romeo by the way. From Ms. Singleton’s English class? You sit two chairs in front of me.” A slight blush crept up on his cheeks when he realized how stalker-ish he might’ve sounded. “You’re Tate right?” he added, extending his hand out for a handshake. “Mind if I sit beside you? I’m still waiting for my friend, but I don’t think he’s even coming.”

ooc:
Sorry this took soooo long Roma. >.<.
- Jam