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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] main hall
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] [@lovely complex] ash [@HaleyTheRandom] ariel [@Altered Tundra] elijah
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oli was somewhat unnerved by the eyes on him - not only aisling's, but the rest of his new team (or "family," as they put it so eloquently). even so, the worst of them was ash. her gaze was dark and unwavering, and the sensation of being listened to was rather unfamiliar, eerily so. his own bright blue eyes flicked from her chestnut optics and back, unsure how to maintain eye contact or if she even intended for him to be keeping it so. it seemed like this young woman had much more life trapped within her than she was letting on; like she was withholding some aspect of personality that glowed from behind her eyes and wanted badly to be released. but oliver did have a bad habit of overanalyzing people and making them seem more pretentious - for lack of a better word - than they actually were. it was simply that she had a calm way of interacting, like someone with more life experience than their years on earth warranted. it was enchanting, to say the least, but he reminded himself not to romanticize ash too much. hell, she could just be another hellraiser.

he planned on standing, but as he watched ash take her spot on a close bench, he realised she was leaving a nearby spot vacant for him. moving over reluctantly, oliver noticed out of the corner of his eye that aisling was observing the other greys, looking over them as if to gauge something about them. he assumed she was just like a mother in that way, checking on their mental states without asking directly and possibly intruding. oli didn't sit coolly in the way that his new friend did; in fact, he simply dropped down into place a foot away from her, clutching his knees as close to him as possible. [color=Lightslategray][i]these two have been here for two years.[/i][/color] good lord. oli's gaze followed hers to the other two nearby, who ash then named eli and ariel. 'aren't too terrible,' he pondered over, unsure whether to trust it. they were awfully quiet - both of them, in fact. suppose he shouldn't judge, considering he was a rather softspoken individual himself. oliver dismissed his criticism just as quickly as it had come.

all the same, his scrutinizing gaze landed on elijah, and he studied the boy for a long moment. he appeared to be slightly older than oliver, but still was relatively short for a biological male - oli estimated about five foot eight, as for the boy's weight... he wasn't sure. he just knew this kid was pretty damn fit for a supposed 'outcast,' which he usually deemed the nerds and geeks type group. his eyes were even more vibrant than oliver's and, embarrassingly, the newcomer couldn't tear his attention from them. one could argue that the redness that surrounded them were what made them so eye-catching (no pun intended), but even without that irritated affectation, they'd have been a translucent sapphire colour. oliver found himself noting even more similarities between himself and elijah as his observations drew on, such as the blonde hair that hung slightly over both of their faces. self-consciously, his own hand came to adjust the mop off of his forehead, shifting the sweep more to the side. this was his chance to pretend he hadn't been looking all along and, instead, flicked his head towards ariel in as friendly a manner as he could manage.

she was still glued to the device in her hands, but that didn't make it difficult to look at her. ariel seemed slightly less solemn than how he read elijah and aisling, but something told him it was, at least in part, artificial - again, that could have been his heavyhanded intuition. her features were noticeably refined, what with her naturally arching eyebrows and catlike eye shape, and her hair was swept to the side, but not in the same way that his own hair and elijah's was. in fact, her sleek, dark hair was much longer and seemed to be slightly asymmetrical, splayed out on her shoulders quite like - hey, what a coincidence, a mermaid. ariel's aesthetic read to him as somewhat grungey, contradictory to her innocuous namesake. it felt unfair to immediately stick her in the category of some underwater disney princess, though. oliver was 99.9% certain that she got that kind of thing her entire life, and could [i]almost[/i] relate, but oliver and company wasn't quite as popular as the little mermaid. he realised his rambling thoughts were rolling all while staring still at ariel and, anxiously, he turned back to ash just as she continued speaking.

nerves strung still, oliver was quite surprised by the sweet sentiments their half-leader was showing him. her advice was taken very seriously, and he gazed on with wide, attentive eyes, trusting her words this time. of course, oli had no clue who exactly 'ghost' (or 'alex') was, but the meaning was still obvious. ignoring the flinch that ran through him once ash uttered a dreaded swear-word, he heard a separate but similarly gentle voice sound. his attention went to ariel, who he could only assume was talking to him. "love"! that's a first. his lips curled up slightly at the nickname and he raised his eyebrows at her, pleased. 'dad' was equally surprising - maybe that was the ever-popular 'ghost' in question. he leaned in with interest while ash went on with a very cleverly timed welcome. [color=Lightslategray][i]we're the in-betweens. the ones that others hesitate to approach because they don't understand what they see.[/i] a mystery.[/color] oliver leaned back slightly again, quirking one side of his mouth up as ash's eyes went rolling. so this was how the grey team was seen. he wasn't exactly sure of the different archetypes of teams around here, but as he looked around, he saw very distinct personalities and assumed they must be grouped according to people like the silken-haired girl who made her grand entrance, or that looming figure in the cushioned chair across the room, or that kid that rode around the room at a terrifying speed on his skateboard.

ash addressed just that kid next, and oliver's head ducked again like she was telling him some great secret. his pupils dilated just a tad at the mention of his attitude, and he realised this kid could actually injure him. so he was true to his appearance. oli wasn't entirely certain he wanted to hear the story involving eli she looked to be keen on telling, but it didn't matter - her train of thought seemed to jerk onto a completely separate rail in one instant. his eyes returned to their only slightly nervous state as she pulled out a notebook and he realised within a few numbers written that this would be her phone number. good god, should he mention that he had a pager now or let them find out later? no matter, there were ways to call people everywhere these days; if he had an emergency there was likely to be a payphone somewhere. he smiled at the paper as she handed it over, a soft exhale leaving his nostrils as most of his anxiety left him. so this was what it was like, making a friend without absolutely forcing it. [color=Lightslategray][i]...or if you're uncomfortable.[/i][/color] this was incredibly sweet. oliver was quite thankful he didn't carry a cell phone, then, or else he'd be calling up ash every time he stepped in some gum.

unexpectedly, eli was the next to speak, and his voice was far more gentle than oliver had imagined it to be. surprise rising to his features, he turned his attention to the other boy, lowering the paper and his dandelion into his lap. [color=steelblue][i]why don't you tell us - your team - about yourself?[/i][/color] only then, when eli uttered the words 'your team,' did it sink in that he was being accepted. oliver breathed out a soft little laugh, straightening up at the realisation and looking quite pleased with his teammate. [color=8493ca][b]"i hate to disappoint, really... but i'm not actually - all that interesting,"[/b][/color] he admitted honestly, or at least it seemed like the most honest thing to say then. at least in comparison to those immediately around him, he wasn't quite that interesting. what could he say? [i]yeah, i'm obsessive[/i] and [i]compulsive — i'm a total double threat.[/i] that wouldn't be the greatest impression to make. he looked down at the dandelion in his hand, remembering the sweet girl who'd given it to him and wondering what she might suggest he say. [color=8493ca][b]"i - i don't know, i'm...[/b][/color] he paused again. [i]an avid reader.[/i] that would be far too geeky. oli smiled faintly at his next statement: [color=8493ca][b]"i'm a terrible athlete. i'm not sure i'll be the greatest addition to grey."[/b][/color] self-deprecation seemed to be his only good humour. oliver's voice was riddled with a light chuckle, playing it off as a jest.

oliver's shoulders jerked up in an instant, however, when he heard a loud shout from the aforementioned skateboarder. he didn't do very well with audio in such volume, obviously. oli's breath caught in his throat and he looked at the ground, avoiding watching as the boy trailed around the room, evidently looking for his 'peeps.' and then came the call of ash's name. his head turned just slightly as he looked at aisling expectantly, wondering if she was actually friends with this little rugrat, and out of his periphery saw jackson suddenly fall flat on his face before her. oliver scooted back just a bit, ensuring his own safety and following the direction ash had given him earlier to stay away from this daredevil. he didn't bother verbally addressing the red team intruder and, instead, turned his gaze to the floor again, twirling his dandelion by the stem anxiously. ariel didn't seem too upset by his invasive entrance, and, in fact, sounded playful in her half-hearted scolding, so he assumed jackson couldn't be [i]all[/i] that bad. or maybe ariel just had a high tolerance for jerks.
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