Atlas Demetri Cornwell (notagoodboy) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-12-04 01:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 12, character: allison foxe, former character: atlas cornwell |
RP: Someone new
Who: Atlas and Allison
Where: Garden Court
When: December 4th, 2024 - late morning
Warnings: none
Summary: Atlas is still crashing with the boys, and runs into someone new.
Atlas had been staying at Garden Court for a few days, and honestly, he'd been having a good time. He'd forgotten what it was like to really be around people all the time, and he was finding that it was something he missed, being up in his flat all the time.
He wasn't able to work out like he'd gotten used to, as he was still limping slightly, though it was nearly gone, so he'd just taken to exploring the ground floor of the house and playing outside with the dogs. Octavius really seemed to like being able to run around on the grass with other dogs, and Atlas made a mental note to take him out to Avalon park more often, even more than he did when he went running.
Though he wasn't able to work out, Atlas was relishing in the fact that he got to sleep in, something that had become foreign to him every since Ronan's work out routine kicked in. So at about ten in the morning, he rolled out of bed and looked in the mirror in his borrowed room. The scars on his face were still there. Still red, though not as angry looking as they had been. They would be there a while though, but he knew they'd eventually clear up, and he'd be his handsome self once again.
Octavius sat up from his spot on the bed when Atlas moved, and perked his ears up. It was soon going to be time to go outside and play, and he was excited, his tail wagging at the thought. "Alright," Atlas grinned. "You can head on out, I'm sure Bob's waiting." He moved to the door and opened it, chuckling when the dog swiftly ran out and down the stairs.
He followed, padding down the stairs wearing nothing but a white tank top and a pair of loose flannel pants, and made his way to the kitchen. He was quite hungry, and quickly grabbed a piece of bread and some jam and seated himself at the breakfast table, only to look up and see someone else already sitting there. It was a woman. He'd seen her in passing throughout the days, but didn't know much about her other than the fact that she was Muggle. He'd never had much interaction with Muggles, as his parents thought them below their station and only had contact when they rarely went to a restaurant in Muggle London. Atlas had always gravitated towards his parents thinking, but never having really had a conversation with a Muggle, he didn't want to pass judgment too quickly, something he never would have thought himself thinking a few months ago. Not until he met Min. Not until he started to change.
Shaking the thoughts of her from invading his head, he gave the woman a quick smile. "Sorry," he said. "Didn't realize anyone else was down here. I'm not disturbing you, am I?"