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█ act one: way down we go
p. johnson's ▸ Ritman High, Football Field
Interacting with [@Everyone]
"Hey, if you're after Agent Smith I think I saw him go that way!" he laughed good naturedly, gesturing with his free hand off in the distance. "How's it been, man?"
Trystan followed Billy's hand, placing his gaze towards the point where the other man had pointed it. Of course, he did so in a pretty joking manner, playing along with the well intentioned attempt at hilarity at their reunion. He then looked back at Billy, whom he recalled rather fondly due to how entertaining he was back at the day, even if their number of serious interactions could be counted with the fingers of both hands. If there was one thing Trystan somewhat regretted, it would be the fact that he forgot to cultivate as many allia- ehem, friendships as his parents often told him to. Maybe something could change, starting from tonight.
"I have done quite well over the last seven years, yes," Trystan answered with a snorting chuckle, "Got into a publishing house as an editor, generating enough income to make the ancestors proud. And you, well, I heard you were in a band…"
Just as he was going to keep talking, another person came in, one that he was familiar with. The lady who used to accompany the mean girls that gave him the racism treatment. Nat… ah, what was it again? Natalia? Natasha? Nataliana?
The guy had certainly received the sharp edge of the stick back then, the whole gang being unnecessarily hostile, Nat included. She felt slightly embarrassed, not sure of what to say. She stuck to a simple yet friendly but relaxed wave of the hand as a greeting.
"Hello, Natasha," Trystan answered without too much fanfare in his voice while truly ending up forgetting the actual spelling of her name. He was still internally malding about the past right to this very moment, but he knew well enough not to show it, especially when they had a delicate event going on. Maybe he'll have a word or two after the whole affair was done.
Other people started arriving, much to his relief, as he wondered if there was a greater portion of their old class that didn't bother coming along. None of the old gang of his had come so far, either. He recalled their machinations of chaos; the unravelling of horrible secrets, gossiping about the people they mutually disliked, and so on and so forth. To think they're the ones that didn't come along when he did…
One after another, in quick succession, did Melanie, Marco, and Samuel arrive. He recognized Melanie easily, as the time they spent playing Dungeons and Dragons together had made him quite familiar with her face. It helped that she wasn't radically changed, unlike Samuel. Samuel had lost much weight, and was in effect no longer, as Nat put it when she finally recognized him, 'Chubby Cheeks'.
Wait, she apologized? So fast? That is new.
As for Marco, Trystan was simultaneously surprised and unsurprised by the cane. On one hand, he really did remember how Marco began to show up less in class, and when he did he either had crutches, canes, or at worst, had to ride a wheelchair. On the other hand, he never got used to the sight of Marco like that, knowing him mostly as the guy that always disappeared into the piano room. Speaking of which, he had been taught to play when he was a kid but he had mostly forgotten the art by now. Maybe…?
Trystan's thoughts were once again interrupted when Oleander, the Nigerian guy and fellow immigrant, arrived. He swore that Oleander was avoiding him during high school, probably because he had somewhat of a mixed rap. So it truly caught him off guard when Oleander hugged everybody, himself included. It was odd, at the very least, that someone who was once keeping his distance had now come close. Appreciative of the gesture, Trystan hugged him back, almost snapping his spine in the process. When Oleander was finishing hugging Billy, though, he began tearing up.
"Oh noooo..." he started, chuckling through the tears, "I can't believe I'm crying right now." He let out another laugh, wiping with the back of his palms, "This is why I hate being a crybaby. I'm so sorry guys, just ignore me. I'm being ridiculous."
"Ah, my dear, there is no shame with tears," Trystan said assuringly. "To weep is simply part of humanity, and evidently you have missed us, Billy most of all. So don't be sorry about that! You can… ah, be yourself."
“So, how long have y’all been waiting?” he ventures, glancing from one member of the group to another. A sudden gust of cold wind has him unscrewing the cap from his thermos, bringing it up to his lips to take a fortifying gulp.
"Not too long," Trystan answered. He remembered Dante somewhat too, recalling that he had a company of his own now, judging from the images in his timeline. "Though we are still missing a few folks, so we might have to wait a little bit more. Hopefully not too much."
On his last trip to the Philippines he thought of Trystan, wondering what it must have been like to make that massive move to the states, all to be bullied by some shitheads.
here's marco's relationships—feel free to hit me up if you want to develop or change any of them! some are definitely more in-depth than others, so any input anyone may have would be welcome. in the meantime, i'll work on getting him into the ic.MARCO VALENSI
"I get to decide how my life goes. Not anyone or anything else."
♫ playlist ♫
M A R C O . V A L E N S I
Marco is a fighter. Faced with repeated adversity in his life, he refuses to bend the knee to misfortune or setbacks. He may seem outwardly cynical, his humour often critical of himself or the world around him. When he suffers, he allows himself to feel it, rather than trying to suppress or hide it. He guards himself from others, hesitant to get too close, which can far too often lead to him squandering potential relationships. Despite this, he does not take life lying down: He accepts his situation, but is resolved to improve it. He is relentless in his pursuit of his dreams, refusing to compromise or reorient onto the pragmatic or easy path. As a result, he tends to forget he's living in a world with other people in it—he isn't selfish, per se, simply "looking out for number one". Once he forges a connection, however, he'll hold onto it for dear life—he doesn't accept loss gladly.
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Crush || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Disliked
☯ M E I R . A M O S . M A G G I D ☯ @Salsa Verde
Meir and Marco didn't often cross paths: In a way, they were opposites, one with a passion for academics, and the other for the arts. Both introverted and with separate interests, they seldom had much contact. Marco's focus on his artistic pursuits tunnel visioned him quite significantly, and Natalie's intervention meant he rarely saw much of the "mean" crowd—thus, he wasn't acutely aware of any frequent bullying targets, Meir included.
♫ ♥ W I L L I A M . B I S H O P ♥ ♫ @Gisk
If there was anyone Marco was going to crush on, the other musical prodigy of Ritman was the obvious choice. Once they connected over their shared interests, Marco quickly became infatuated—here was someone finally on the same wavelength as him, someone who'd understand him and share in his dreams. Still, by the time Marco was able to truly grapple his feelings, it was too late—his condition had begun to worsen, and he quickly withdrew from any and all social interaction. Combined with Billy's own failure to keep up with him, their friendship, and anything more it could have been, quickly fell asunder. It remains to be seen if a connection could still be formed, with how much Marco has changed over the years.
☯ S A R A . Z H O U ☯ @banjoanjo
Sara and Marco's relationship was similar to Meir and Marco's: They never really crossed paths, much. Marco's interests were narrow, as opposed to Sara's indulgence in just about every extra-curricular there was—save for any interest in music, there wasn't much common ground for them to forge a connection on.
⚜ ☯ J A C K . D A N I E L . W I L K E R S O N ☯ ⚜ @nodogs
Marco and Jack, somewhat surprisingly, had quite a similar philosophy when it came to social situations. Though on Marco's end, it wasn't as conscious, neither of them really belonged to any one group: Marco was devoted first and foremost to his music, and Jack drifted from friends to friends. He didn't know her reasoning for it, but Marco held a silent respect for her over this—if either of them had went out of their way, perhaps their similar social attitudes would have afforded a genuine connection. Marco could never be sure, though, and kept his distance.
☮ O L E A N D E R . O K O N E D O ☮@Aeolian
Oleander and Marco ordinarily probably wouldn't have crossed paths. They became mutual friends through Billy, though, which meant they naturally hung around quite a bit. Marco appreciated Oleander's relaxed and amicable presence, although his invested interest in music meant Ollie could sometimes be the third wheel to Billy and Marco's shared artistic pursuits and friendly rivalry. Still, they were friends, up until Marco's MS began to worsen. In such a negative headspace and such a gloomy situation, Ollie's cheery disposition was like nails on a chalkboard, and their friendship was one of the first Marco withdrew from.
☯ M E L A N I E . C A V I L L ☯ @Benzaiten
Melanie and Marco shared in their tendency towards solitude—a common trait that meant they rarely interacted, especially considering their wildly different interests.
☯ D A N T E . I B A R R A ☯ @Laertes
Though they seldom had much contact, Marco could certainly appreciate Dante's mindset of a dreamer: It's a philosophy that Marco shares and admires, similarly unwilling to compromise on far-flung wishes for the future. Had his musical endeavours continued long enough, Marco may had even had an in to forge an actual bond. Still, any potential quickly evaporated as Marco's condition progressed, and his almost total lack of attendance put an end to any potential friendships.
☮N A T A L I E . M I L L E R ☮ @Prisk
Curiously, one of the few people Marco was close to was the untouchable queen of plastic. He had steered of her at the start, cautious of tangling himself in any dramatics. He surprised to find her approaching him—and further surprised when she praised his artistic expression, offering to keep him clear of any shit the other plastics might have thrown his way. Marco certainly wasn't going to turn her down—though some might have refused out of principle, Marco was more utilitarian than that, and Natalie seemed to be showing a side not often seen to him. Perhaps she wasn't as plastic as he'd been lead to believe. They were distant friends from then on: They'd have the occasional chat, but Marco was careful not to make it public, lest he draw the ire of Natalie's friends down on her or himself.
They lost contact soon after Marco's condition began to worsen, but he still remembered her—her protection from any cruelty was tantamount to his efforts to attend even just a day a week, encouraged knowing his fragile confidence would be spared.
☯ S A M U E L . S A B I S T O N ☯ @Rockette
Though they were never too familiar with each other, Marco was one of Samuel's few fans when it came to the art room. Though the teachers might not have appreciated it, Marco saw value in all art, and thus silently admired Samuel's endeavours from a distance. He isn't sure why he never took the extra step to befriend him—perhaps cowardice born of his pragmatic attitude, not wanting to draw attention. It became one of his many regrets as his school attendance began to dip—he had never made the effort to reach out or connect, losing contact before he had gained it.
☯ T R Y S T A N . K I E L . Z A R A G O Z A . S A L A Z A R ☯ @The Man Emperor
Marco was never overly familiar with Trystan, and never got the chance to become as such. Their wildly different interests and social standings, combined with attracting the ire of Marco's friends, mean there would have seldom been an opening for the two to become acquainted. Marco kept his distance, again, if only out of pragmatism.
@The Man Emperor
Do you think Trystan ever spread any rumors, or else talked shit in his friend group about Billy?
@The Man Emperor
Also the stuff is already in the capsule they had dug it up elsewhere and were going to open it at the field, other than that good post. I like the fourth job line.
Can we copy and use that same sheet, dear? That would be awesome. I need to put something like this next to the character sheet this time, so it's easy to find.
@The Man Emperor
Hello, hello! So, I had some thoughts about Trystan in relation to Natalie.
Going off of your character sheet, it seems like Trystan would've gotten the standard bullying treatment from Natalie's circle. She'd probably throw in a couple of comments here and there herself, but surely not as nasty as racial slurs. However, that laxatives stunt would've been fucking hilarious to Natalie. Or, it was, even if she didn't know who caused it, because she likely knew the guy it happened to fairly well, if he was a jock/sports guy. If Trystan ever reveals that it was him, he'll definitely score quite some points with Natalie.
█ act one: way down we go
▸ Ritman High, Football Field
Interacting with @Salsa Verde
Trystan wasn’t that much of a fan of alcoholic drinks, especially when he remembered that one time one of his co-workers had a drunk confession at the bar. He had come along with the rest of them just to make sure no one wondered why he wasn’t around, and then suddenly that other lady editor started babbling about how much she liked their boss. Of course, who wouldn’t like the boss? He wasn’t that stereotypical manager that always felt the need to scream and rage. He was nice…
Trystan shivered. The night felt a bit cold, and he had forgotten to use a thicker jacket. Instead, he had a black sweater, paired with a grey scarf around his neck and halfway up his chin. The thin trench coat reached all the way to his ankles, almost giving Trystan the appearance of a protagonist in the Matrix movies, that is, if only he also had shades.
Either way, Trystan had come here, to join in the reunion and to revisit a piece of memorabilia in a buried time capsule along with the few others that had bothered to attend. For his part, he remembered that he placed a letter in a bottle, filled with lots of appreciative thoughts that would have seemed out of character for someone that seemed so petty and stubborn, especially back at high school. It wasn’t like he was well known for being too friendly.
He pulled out his Android phone, reminding himself that this was a better choice because Apples willfully slows down older iPhones with each successive software update while making them more and more expensive with less and less features. Putting on his reading glassses, he looked at the group chat that Jack made for the event, nodding at the messages that was reading just now.
“Oh, the old field?” Trystan said to himself, aloud, seeing what Meir had just sent. The fact that he had added his own name at the end of the message was funny to see, but at the same time, none of them really had a right to judge the formerly bully target. He was a professor in MIT, one of the most prestigious universities around. It really wasn’t a surprise that the oppressed one would become their best and brightest. Oh, if only he got as high as that level, then maybe Father would actually be proud. Instead he found success in his own way, much to the displeasure of his dad. He wanted him to become a lawyer, but Trystan didn’t want it.
In the end, he got the fourth kind of profession someone in his family could get after doctor, lawyer, and engineer: the disgrace. Not that he cares; he has good money anyway.
As he walked closer, Trystan sent a GIF message in reply to Meir’s latest message, which told them that the front door was locked.
And so he took the side entrance, which he somewhat remembered from his last visit here two five years ago, which was when he came to Delton to show his former bullies how petty he was.
Soon enough, he was there, in the field where they were supposed to meet. Any time now…