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November 3rd, 2019
10:46 AM, PT
Corsica Street, Coast City



Echo


He could definitely sympathize with her plight, his own parents had been mocked for their studies harshly before their success, and though he hadn’t cared for their work either they were still his parents, and they had been right after all. That was before he- well, it was before he came to Earth. Their work was important to him now, better late than never right? And hey, maybe if this human girl was any good she could help him, since they knew each other now and frequented the same areas he’d have every opportunity to decide. He gave an absentminded nod, mostly to himself as he silently resolved to do whatever it took, even if he had to ask a human for help; he’d get used to their funny sciences eventually.

He slowed as they began to reach the stairs up to the station, letting her finish speaking and making a split second decision to share his number: “Always good to get off early,” he agreed lightly, remembering he had technically gotten out early given Farha had come in early. Usually he got off at eleven, but his coworker’s timely rescuing him from the terror known as children was a momentous occasion deserving reward, maybe he should get her a gift? He finished writing down his number and handed the shred of paper he’d pulled from his backpack over to the girl. “This is me,” he explained, jerking his thumb behind him to indicate the steps. “I’ll see you around, and you can text me about your classes or whatever?” It’d be good to get an idea of what kind of stuff she was studying- or just to talk, he reminded himself, that was the whole idea, to stop hiding from the aliens- locals, whatever.
November 3rd, 2019
10:43 AM, PT
Corsica Street, Coast City



Echo


Ezra’s typical school day consisted of a single class, an hour and a half long, each day from Monday to Thursday, usually around noon or a little after, carefully calculated to be out and about when the sun was fully up and the brightness of his eyes could be easily missed, and then back to work or home for the remaining daylight hours. It was a little unfortunate, as those were the busiest hours, but it was the best he could do. Most of his actual coursework was done online, which was perfect in his opinion, the less he had to interact with the human instructors the better, their science was janky anyway.

It did mean he saw a lot of students though, but it wasn’t often they stood out enough for him to recognize them elsewise. Since she mentioned it though, he supposed she did look like he might have seen her on campus before. “Er, CCU right?” Even though he usually wasn’t invested in something like school rivalries, he was still stubbornly referring to Coast City University as CCU and those Central City twats could get over it.

“I guess that’s the reason isn’t it; “boring small talk,”” he quoted, but allowed himself a hesitant grin. Few people were outgoing enough to outright approach him and ask questions about him, and the girl looked harmless enough… he was just thinking about how he should hang out with people more often, though maybe making a new human friend was pushing it…

She was right there though, and he wouldn’t want to be rude. He gave mental shrug and decided to indulge her; “The gym is boring, I sold a new membership card last week, and that’s about it. Mostly I just tell people where the bathroom is and open the doors every morning.” There was a bit more to it than that, he had to update the logs occasionally, make sure cards were up to date, schedule appointments with personal trainers, but it was all boring and tedious stuff, nothing people actually expected from someone who worked at a gym. He did have a free membership card though, so there was that.

What else has she asked about? School, that was right; “As for my classes, I’m taking a bunch of science courses: some engineering stuff, some physical stuff, a bit of biology.” Things he would need in order to be an astronaut it was true, but also because they were the things he’d been studying before, the kinds of things his parents had studied and built their technology around- technology that had destroyed their planet yes, but it had also revolutionized everything, and more than that it was their legacy, his legacy… he should know about it.

“What about you?” He asked, seeing as fair was fair and if they were going to be friends, even if it was a relationship born of proximity, he should know as much about her. “How’s juggling school and working for your parents?” They were nearing the Corsica Station, and he’d take the skytrain to Waverly Station, but he didn’t want to cut the girl off, he was curious now.
Aye!
November 3rd, 2019
10:43 AM, PT
Corsica Street, Coast City



Echo


Despite how obviously out of his element he had been with Kyle, it had been nice being around someone again. Maybe he should head over to The Small soon, make a thing of it and fully let loose. When was the last time he had a chance to fly? Or see the night sky? He was always worried someone would see his glowing eyes in the dark and then he'd be caught and experimented on or who knew what…

His pondering was interrupted, his spaced out stare refocusing as someone addressed him. He was surprised to see the girl from the shop he'd just left, and he glanced behind him, half expecting Lauren and Kyle to be right behind them too, but that was nonsensical. Jessie, as she said her name was, had stuck out her hand and asked him a question. He wondered if it was a good idea to talk to her, but they did work near each other, and it wouldn't be the first time someone got chatty with him, though usually they were stressed out college kids or hyped up gym rats, neither of whom cared if he didn't say much.

After a slight hesitation he took her hand and shook it. “Right,” he answered, letting go and hoping his hands weren't too abnormally cold, “my name’s Ezra. Weren't you just with Lauren? Is something wrong?” He briefly worried he might have left something there despite not having spent more than a minute inside, but his pack was still on his back and the zipper still tight. He could feel the weight of his phone and wallet in his pocket, and his keys in the other one. Jessie would probably look more freaked out if something actually bad had happened, like discovering her customers had been aliens or something.

@Korkoa
Same. :P
Yuck, bit of an awkward POV change there, and bit of vagueness all over the place, please don't judge me too harshly

I'll post my alien blurbs in a second :P
November 3rd, 2019
10:35 AM, PT
Buffy’s, Coast City



Echo


There were few things Ezra would ever regret more than betting on Ives, even though it had been informal and nothing had been wagered it was still going to go down as the day a happy go lucky kid turned half an hour into an eternal stretch of hell.

As the first round came to a close Kyle was worried, but defiant. He buckled down and stuck to his previous words, loudly insisting Hayes would win and cheering for the man exuberantly. He was a constant stream of facts and opinions mixed together in a never ending spew of words Ezra couldn’t keep up with, which was fine in Kyle’s book who was so absorbed in the match he never once looked away from the screen and bounced energetically in place, mock dodging and punching excitedly as the next round came on screen.

Then Hayes won, and Kyle went ballistic. Ezra wasn’t entirely sure what he’d said to the kid in the haze of happy celebration that followed, but whatever it was only made him more excitable as he lorded his victory over the entire gym. His efforts to calm the kid down were utterly fruitless, but he was saved when Farha finally arrived.

The muslim woman stepped into the shop, taking off her sunglasses and letting her eyes adjust to the new lighting for a second, and then just stood there taking in the scene for a long moment. Quiet Ezra, usually bored to tears and desperately patrolling his phone for something to read or watch or do, eagerly awaiting her arrival so he could finally go home- was instead replaced by a very stressed Ezra, smiling uncomfortably at a bouncing jibbering child flouncing all over the gym equipment and vomiting a range of words as he crowed his joy for all to hear. In the back a couple of young men were whispering to each other as they watched the scene, presumably taking a break from their workout to watch the mayhem unfold.

It very soon became apparent the kid was excited about a boxing match, as he returned to the TV and cried ’"MIRACULOUUUSSS" MAARVVIIINN HAAAAAYYYEEEEESSS!’ in a faux deep voice.

In the second it took the kid to take a breath, Ezra pounced. “Oh Farha!” He said loudly, catching the kids attention that someone new had turned up. “Well, sorry kid, looks like my shifts over. How ‘bout we find your mom so I can go home and get some work done, huh?”

“Aww man!” The kid moaned, “Can’t I stay a little longer? He’s only just got his trophy!”

“Nope, sorry, but it’s Farha’s turn now. Wouldn’t want to disturb the nice lady while she’s getting ready for her shift would we?” Ezra reasoned, but Farha knew that was all talk, she’d started her shift amidst five separate blaring radios a few times, on those days when the gym was packed and every speaker there was turned up to max, some playing different songs. She could handle a noisy rambunctious kid, this was clearly Ezra trying to make a hasty escape.

She considered protesting, getting Ezra and the kid to stay, she was awfully curious about her secretive coworker, and this random child would be sure to shed some light on his life, but before she could act on her half finished plan the child shot her a look, as if piercing into her very soul and rummaging for secrets. “Yeah, okay.” He said quietly, still looking her in the eyes and sounding suddenly very serious. What was that about?

Then they were gone, and Farha was left standing in the entrance trying to reorient herself.

Ezra took Kyle’s hand in his right, and with his left pulled a small backpack over one shoulder. He was a bit curious about why the kid suddenly switched tracks like that, and he was a bit concerned over how far his mood had fallen. He didn’t have to wait long to find out though, as Kyle looked and searched his eyes; “Do you ever get tired of hiding?” He asked, softly.

It was a short walk to the flower shop next door, where Kyle had said his mom would be earlier. They reached it after only a few seconds, but Ezra made no move to go in, and for a long moment the two aliens shared a moment of silence as they pondered their lives and their secrets. “Yeah.” He finally admitted, but it wasn’t a topic he was ready to broach, especially with an insightful child who may or may not read minds.

He opened the door and relaxed, hit with the smell of flowers. It was a nice place, but he’d never been inside before, had never had any reason to buy flowers. He wondered what reason Lauren had for buying them. Decoration? Had she met someone? Were they human? Maybe they were for family, how many of hers were here on Earth? Were they okay? He rolled his eyes at his train of thought, none of that was his business.

He spied the familiar woman talking to another girl (@Korkoa), presumably someone who worked here, and let go of Kyle’s hand. The kid bounded over to his mother, smile beginning to return, probably anticipating telling her all about Hayes’ victory. She looked over after greeting her son, giving Ezra a motherly smile and called over to where he lingered by the entrance; “Thanks Ezra! See you at The Small soon?”

He gave a noncomittal shrug at first, he was awfully busy, but then let out a reluctant; “Sure, see you then.” He gave a final wave before leaving, sparing a final small glance at the flower shop girl as he went.

Now he just had to get home, he had so much classwork due...
@The Whacko Nice I was wondering if anyone else would :p
@DragonofTheWest Have to make it plausible of course, being on opposite sides of the country and all We'll get there tho ;p

@Blackstripe Speaking of aliens, I kinda half-invented Ectonians and their energy? being?? subspecies??? and Anodites aren't even from the DC universe, do you think I should write up little blurbs about them, their planets, and their place in the galaxy and submit them to you for approval then add them to a hider in my char post? For ease and clarity's sake?
@Queentze I only have a vague idea of what that means! Plus I've got high hopes for earth!
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