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Ryan's sitting still for once, in the corner of a couch, dressed like… 
19th-Nov-2009 12:50 am
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Ryan's sitting still for once, in the corner of a couch, dressed like he's anticipating the next ice age. He's got boots that reach almost up to his knees, gloves that are on their way to his elbows, a scarf that's probably a good ten feet long, and a hat pulled low over his forehead. Both his arms are folded across his knees, which are draw to his chest as best he can, what with the numerous layers.

"What's your favorite place?" he asks softly, a little hoarsely, like he's got a cold or a bad cough - not that hard to imagine, considering he's wearing enough clothes to live in Alaska. "Where do you feel the safest?"
19th-Nov-2009 10:13 am (UTC)
"There's something about home for safety," Will says slowly. "Predictable as that is." He grimaces. "The kitchen, though, I think. Not my attic, not anymore. Hello, Ryan."

"Favourite place, though. That's hard."
19th-Nov-2009 06:19 pm (UTC)
"H'lo." Ryan will listen quietly to this, then croak, "Kitchens're good. Food n' stuff. What's wrong w'your attic?"
19th-Nov-2009 08:57 pm (UTC)
"Usually warm," Will adds. "And there's usually someone there. Mm. The attic was my brother Stephen's room, till he gave it to me, and then one night ... well. I suppose you could say I had a really bad nightmare -- then to top it off, the window broke and the room was flooded with snow. I spent the rest of the night in Paul's room."
19th-Nov-2009 01:41 pm (UTC)
Oh goodness. Please tell her that things aren't exploding on the end of one of her favourite humans, too. Persephone's not sure how much more of this she can take and her mouth twitches into a frown.

"There's this park in Jump City -- all grass and trees and flowers, like any other park. There's a little rose garden in its center with one of those iron gates. I feel safest there, with the flowers whispering around me."

This doesn't make her smile and she leans in to scrutinize Ryan. "Are you okay? Why are you dressed like that?"
19th-Nov-2009 06:20 pm (UTC)
Oh heavens, frowny Persephone's are not good. Ryan will curl up a bit more, and remark in that croaky voice, "It sounds nice. Where's Jump City?"

Then, coughing once, he shrugs. "I was cold."
20th-Nov-2009 12:10 am (UTC)
"California. Er, America."

The frown only deepens. If a Ryan is cold, does that mean he is broken? "Why are you cold?"
20th-Nov-2009 12:14 am (UTC)
"Oh." He frowns over this, rubbing at his throat absently. "I live in Malibu. Or...lived. Is Jump City nice?"

Meep, questions. He'll hunch down and shrug. "I had to go back home over the weekend and it was cold there."
19th-Nov-2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
I have a lot of safe places. The house we live in, Grandpa Tony's house in Tahiti, Grandpa Logan's cabin in the woods, the Institute. My favorite would be the garage.
19th-Nov-2009 07:19 pm (UTC)
"The garage? Why?"
19th-Nov-2009 07:26 pm (UTC)
Mom set up the second floor as a hangout for us, and I work on my bike downstairs. It's pretty big. Dad had it built because we were taking up all the room in his garage. My older brothers try to talk Mom and Dad into letting them live in it like an apartment.
19th-Nov-2009 07:32 pm (UTC)
"Woah. Sounds kinda awesome."
20th-Nov-2009 01:01 am (UTC)
Sebastien sits on the arm of a nearby Nexus chair. Blue eyes move over the small figure, taking in the layers and layers of clothing. He notes the boy's body language, the hoarseness of his voice. When the vampire speaks at last, his voice is soft and quiet.

"My home, I suppose. It is quiet and safe from the sun."
20th-Nov-2009 01:11 am (UTC)
The body language becomes even more protective, if possible, but Ryan glances up at Sebastien calmly, meeting his eyes. "Where's your home?" His voice is croaky and whispery, like he's either sick or has been choked sometime recently.
20th-Nov-2009 01:24 am (UTC)
"Not far from here. It is but the latest of many, but it is serviceable enough for now."

Sebastien studies the boy's face intently. He does not go to the boy, as he wants to, nor make any move at all towards him. He just sits, quiet and very very still.

"Something has happened, little one. Tell me."
20th-Nov-2009 04:39 am (UTC)
"What's it like?"

He'll swallow hard, wince, and not meet Sebastien's gaze. "Nothing happened. I'm just sort of cold."
20th-Nov-2009 07:28 am (UTC)
I'd have to answer "my bedroom in my apartment" to both questions, even though I was attacked in my bedroom in our apartment in Tokyo a few years ago. I just make my bedrooms so... me and surround myself with things I like.

You should do something for your throat. Like tea. Or liquor.
20th-Nov-2009 07:39 am (UTC)
I've never had my own room. What's it like?

...I'm ten.
20th-Nov-2009 07:47 am (UTC)
It's like a place that's all yours, a refuge. You close the door and everything else, ideally, stays outside. I always make mine soft and comfortable and full of color and my favorite things. A bedroom like that can be a bad thing for your enemies to get into though, since it can reveal a lot about your personality.

I'm European.
20th-Nov-2009 03:55 pm (UTC)
"My lab. I can work there in peace for the most part and the security systems are state of the art."
20th-Nov-2009 06:25 pm (UTC)
Ryan blinks a couple times, coughs, then asks, "Lab? You mean, like, laboratory?"
21st-Nov-2009 02:17 am (UTC)
"Yes. My dad and I have a lab where we spend a lot of our free time." Anya smiled. "I spend enough time down there that there's a couch and a small fridge."
21st-Nov-2009 02:27 am (UTC)
"Woah..." He straightens a bit, scooting forward curiously. "What kinda lab?"
21st-Nov-2009 12:53 am (UTC)
"Hey, Ryan." Malina flops down on the other end of the couch. "I think my favorite place is probably Mom's greenhouse. It's huge and has like, fruit trees, flowers, strawberry bushes, and all kinds of places to sit or hang out. It means there are a lot of gardening chores to go around, but I don't really mind that. It's not much of a chore when the job is 'pick strawberries'."

"The safest place is wherever my parents are."
21st-Nov-2009 12:55 am (UTC)
Ryan curls in farther on himself, voice croaky. "Hey....why is it called a greenhouse? Is it green?"

Then, frowning and ducking his head, "Your parents nice?"
21st-Nov-2009 01:01 am (UTC)
"It's called a greenhouse because it keeps the plants inside green all year round. We live in New York and it snows in winter, so if they weren't protected inside the greenhouse, they would die out when it got cold." She tucks her legs up underneath her and eyes him worriedly. "My parents are very nice. My Mom likes to sing and bake. Dad runs a center for 'special needs' kids and teaches us how to build cars. He's helping me rebuild an old 1972 Corvette. It doesn't run yet, but maybe soon."

"Wanna tell me what happened?"
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