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[felix doug nutt]

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[atrb=valign, top, true][atrb=cellpadding, 5, true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=border, 0, true] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style]

[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Felix Nutt was not a terribly social man, and he supposed he preferred his privacy to being incredibly social. He was awkward and gawky, and he was no stranger to bullies. He wasn't very trusting, and he didn't think it was going to get any easier for him. The ginger haired man walked slowly along the street. A friend of his had convinced him to get some fresh air after being cooped up all week in his bedroom with his pencils and his markers. He had gotten a lot of work done but he had started to smell. So after a shower and a quick breakfast, he had ventured out into the streets of Honey Tree Town. The tall nineteen year old had his hands in his pockets, and his eyes were downcast. There had been a lot of rainfall lately and there were puddles everywhere. With every step he took Felix made sure the water parted around his shoes. He didn't like wet shoes and considering he could avoid it if he wanted to, that was exactly what he was intending on doing. Brushing some strands of bright hair away from his forehead, Felix turned a corner and spotted a bench nearby that he wouldn't have minded placing himself in. The weather was nice enough, and he didn't think he was going to be sitting in a puddle, considering he could move that too. Sure, why not? He had been sitting down all week, a little while longer couldn't do him any harm. With his ankles crossed beneath him, and his hands were in his lap. His thumbs toyed with one another, as he watched the people on the other side of the road. Some people looked his way, others didn't notice him. It seemed that some people were more alert to a stranger staring at them than others. Felix hoped he could find some inspiration out here. He had been drawing too many sprites and the like, he needed something new and fresh. Perhaps he would find it in one of these people.[/style]

[tessa elisabeth willows]

Tessa didn't like the rain. When she stepped outside, she didn't want to get drenched in water, and she certainly didn't enjoy the gloomy feeling that came over the world. It made her less fun, less Tessa-like. Of course, it wasn't her choice if she went outside or not. The Willows household was currently the location of Tessa's brother, Benjy's, latest tantrum. Honestly, Tessa loved her little brother to pieces, but in her opinion, eleven year old boys should not be throwing huge fits.

The sixteen year old trekked across the streets of Honey Tree Town, thinking about how sad and depressing everything looked. Tessa wrapped her arms around herself due to the cold and shivered. She should have worn a sweater. Everything around Tessa was grey and sad. Tessa's smile had evaporated, and her good mood was far gone. How could she be happy when this was the weather? She saw a flower that had been trampled on the ground and frowned. Honestly, people were so rude. Plants had feelings just like other living things. Tessa picked up the dying rose, for that was what it was, and cradled it in her hands. She couldn't help but wonder why someone would drop a rose. And someone had definitely dropped it. Tessa new the flora of Honey Tree Town like the back of her hand, and there were no rose bushes around this area. The earth sprite ran over to a secluded spot that had just enough sunlight, and then she dug a hole in the ground. Carefully, Tessa placed the rose in and waved her hand over it. The flower rose and opened up its petals. The young girl smiled. It hadn't been dead after all.

After reviving the flower, Tessa was left to wander the streets. There really wasn't much to do, she realized. Running her hands through her golden brown locks, Tessa looked around at the surroundings. Not many people were out today, and the teen wished she could be home. Suddenly Tessa felt something wet in her shoes. When she looked down, she realized she'd stepped into a puddle. "Well that's just great," she said to no one in particular. "Just damn perfect. Because of course I'd step in a puddle and ruin the shoes mum bought me. Now I'm going to have to explain to her why I ruined her lovely gift!" She realized how superficial that sounded, but Tessa didn't mean it turn out that way. She was more upset that her mother had gotten her a nice present, and she'd already ruined it. Tessa found a dry step to sit down on and took off her shoes. Water dripped out and the sixteen year old girl grimaced. She hated wet shoes. Well Tessie, you're an earth sprite. MIght as well walk barefoot now, she thought. So, shoes in hand, Tessa set off without proper footwear. She knew it was quite an image. Everything about her today, from her perfect looking hair to her silk skirt screamed "lady", and here she was, walking without shoes or socks on the wet grass. Yes, what an image. She walked and walked, not even bothering to look at her watch. After about ten minutes, Tessa decided to just sit down on a bench.

[felix doug nutt]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Felix did not like it when someone sat beside him, and he did not like any more if it was someone he didn't know. But today he was in an unusually good mood, his element was falling all around him. He made sure none of it actually touched him, but for the most part he could watch it fall and bounce away from him harmlessly. He liked doing that. He kept dry and nothing seemed to bother him. He was smiling to himself contentedly, something that didn't often happen to Felix, when he was joined by a younger looking girl with darker hair than his own. Much darker, considering his hair was as bright as an orange. He shifted a little, looking at her with a subtle sideways glance. He clasped his hands together on his laps, his thumbs twiddling with one another idly. Some time passed and Felix decided that after he was done taking in her appearance he was unsure of her mental stability. She was wandering around without shoes on. He knew for a fact that there were broken bottles, animal leavings, Sunday night's kebabs thrown up on the side of the road and much more in this little town. Honey Tree Town could look quaint and welcoming on a pamphlet but if you lived there long enough you quickly got familiar with the flaws. He had to wonder if this woman wanted her feet cut to ribbons before she returned to wherever it was she came from. He noted, however, that she was holding some shoes. They looked soaked to the core, and he smiled to himself awkwardly. He had remembered how many wet shoes he had had when he had been learning to experiment with water. He knew how horrible it could feel and he knew even better that it could really ruin your shoes. So, being the kind hearted soul that he was (hah!) he decided to do this stranger a favour. He said nothing yet, and as he continued to direct the rain away from him, he shared that with the stranger. He then focused on drawing the water out of her shoes and towards him. It looked murky and dirty as it snaked through the air towards him. He made a gentle 'come here' gesture with his finger and soon the water was floating a blob in front of him. He dismissed it with a flick of his fingers, and the water went hurtling over towards some flower pots, and landed in the soil there. "You're welcome," said the nineteen year old, as he placed his hands back in his lap, slipping his fingers back together in a calm movement. He looked back to the road, rubbing his thumbs together. He continued to keep the water from falling on the person beside him, deciding that now he had started sharing that with her there was really no point in turning it 'off'. That would have defeated the point of starting. His smile was still in place, but it looked a little more crooked now. The rain was beginning to get harder, and much more rough. He thought it sounded and looked quite nice.[/style]

[tessa elisabeth willows]

When she sat down, Tessa didn't know she'd be getting anything out of it. She was tired, wet, and felt a little gloomy due to the weather. Really, all she wanted was to go home and wait for the sun to come out. Of course, her mood definitely improved once the man sitting beside her had removed the water from her shoes and put a protective bubble around her. It was always nice when people were nice, Tessa always said. And she was right, it did feel good. "Thanks," she said to the man gratefully and smiled.

He was an interesting looking man, Tessa thought. He looked twenty at most and had bright ginger hair. His eyes were blue and Tessa could tell he was a water sprite. Not only because he had just taken all the water in her shoes and tossed it out while only moving his finger. He just seemed like the water sprite type.

Now, normally Tessa would have been chatting like there was no tomorrow, but she wasn't feeling particularly talkative at the moment, which was probably a good thing. This man didn't seem like the kind of person that would enjoy her continuous blabbering. "Tessa," she introduced herself. It was the simplest thing she could say, and to be honest, she wasn't in the mood to say more. It was definitely an unusual occurrence, as Tessa would, on an other day, be halfway into her life story by now. "By the way, that flower says thank you too," she nodded at the flower pot that the man had sent the water from her shoes to. "The owner hasn't watered it in weeks." After saying this, Tessa decided to be silent for a little while. God, what was the rain doing to her? Still, Tessa put on her usual smile and watched the rain fall. She could see some of the flowers perking up. At least someone likes it, she thought. She wished the ginger next to hair would say something. It was awfully quiet.

[felix doug nutt]

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[atrb=valign, top, true][atrb=cellpadding, 5, true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=border, 0, true] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style]

[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Felix just offered the newcomer a warm smile in return to her thanks. He wasn't the type of person to engage in a conversation if it wasn't required of him. But he had been telling himself lately that perhaps it wasn't right for him to be in his cooped up little shell and not want to be friends with people. He also hoped that a much more fulfilling mental state and stronger social group would aid him in getting his muse back. He didn't know if that was true or not but he supposed it couldn't do him any harm to get to bonding with more people, could it? Well, sure it could. He could befriend a murderer and end up with his parents flying over and making pleas for his safety on the local news. He frowned a little. He had to stop getting so paranoid about every little thing. To keep his mind clear of fear and paranoia, he decided that he was going to say something. "They looked like nice enough shoes, it would be a shame to let them get ruined." He said calmly, his accent coming out in his voice. It wasn't very strong but he didn't sound like a native, it was obvious he wasn't born here. Once her shoes were dry, Felix's hands were clasped loosely in his lap. He was able to keep the rain off of the both of them with his mind, really. The rain falling over the two of them, to a stranger that looked closer enough, the rain would have looked as though it was pinging away from the two of them. He liked that. It felt safer and he didn't have to worry about getting wet. He couldn't do much about the cold though, so he spoke again. "Are you not cold?" Said Felix, looking curiously towards her. Well, at least he was asking questions. Surely that would help with the conversation's flow. "I'm Felix, it's nice to meet you." He said honestly. So far his meeting with this stranger, Tessa she said her name was, had gone quite pleasantly so far. He turned back to look at the street, believing the conversation to be at an end when she spoke again. He looked at her, confused for a moment before glancing over at the flower pot. "Oh.. Well, I thought it would be good to put it somewhere useful," said Felix smoothly, sitting a little bit straight. He put his hand outside of the bubble they were both in and brought in some water. He let it roll around his palm, forming a watery snake that danced around his fingers. "I take it this means you are an Earth Sprite?" Asked the ginger haired man with a cool tone to his voice. "Unless you are just very in tune with nature." He added as an afterthought. The Dutch man knew that people could get offended if you pinned them down as one thing. He offered a smile, still playing with the water.[/style]

[tessa elisabeth willows]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY As the ginger man spoke, Tessa noticed his accent. She loved accents, and for a second she wondered if he'd noticed her English one. It had been four years since she moved from England, so Tessa's voice hadn't completely changed yet, and she didn't want it to. Her mum and dad alwas told her to be proud of where she came from, and since that was England, how could she not be proud? Tessa heard the man ask if she was cold, and while she didn't want to sound like she was complaining, Tessa replied with a yes. It was, after all, a rainy day. The man introduced himself as Felix, and Tessa decided he was probably a nice enough bloke. He trusted her with his name, and he'd cleaned her shoes, along with protecting her from the rain. She wondered how she could repay him, but nothing really came to mind. Tessa wasn't a good thinker on rainy days, she knew. "No, I'm an earth sprite," she told Felix and laughed a bit. She'd never met anyone as in tune with nature as her that was not an earth sprite. She even remembered entering a flower shop and telling the owner how to grow their orchids properly. The poor guy had been completely shocked, and seven year old Tessa had no idea that what she had done was slightly rude. She was only seven, and seven year olds didn't understand many things as well as they ought. "And I'm going to take a wild guess and say you're a water sprite. And a nice one, at that. Or do you just clean people's shoes as a hobby?" Tessa wanted to whack herself with a pole. A hobby? What? She was not the brightest girl, obviously, when it came to conversation. Or at least, today she wasn't. Normally words poured out of the brunette's mouth. GOSH, I KNOW I TOOK FOREVER, BUT I WAS HOPING YOU'D IGNORE THAT DETAIL. HUZZAH, HURRAH FOR ACTUALLY POSTING EVENTUALLY! ---------------- CREDIT

[felix doug nutt]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Felix's smile was dry on his face as she confirmed his thoughts of her being cold. He had layered up, as he did most days; bad circulation ensured that he was cold quite often. He was contemplating asking her if she would like his coat, he had a couple of sweatshirts on beneath, so it wouldn't do much difference to him. Deciding to be the gentleman his parents had brought him up to be, he shrugged off his coat and handed it to her. "Don't decline it, I'm warm enough." He assured her, holding the coat out in one hand while his other returned to rub his knee softly. It was a nervous tick of his. To touch his knee or his elbow when he was getting into a conversation. As Tessa spoke, Felix nodded a brief and quick nod. He took note of the accent, British if he knew his accents. He smiled at her, taking in what she was saying instead of studying the sound of hat was coming out of her mouth. She seemed genuinely pleasant enough, if not a bit blunt. He liked that about her, he could relate and it seemed like something they had in common already. Aside from powers, apparently. "It's nice to meet an Earth Sprite." Said Felix, his voice low and calm. He didn't have a particularly deep voice, but he often sounded quite husky and tired, because he could often find it easier to address people if he wasn't the loudest. He wasn't sure why that was. "Yes." He confirmed. "I'm a Water Sprite. It's a nice way to be." An eyebrow cocked as she asked if shoe cleaning was a hobby of his. "No, not a hobby. Nor one I intend on taking up. Perhaps as a job if I ever get desperate." The man shrugged his tense shoulders. "Anyway. What what you doing out here without a jacket of your own?" A feeble question really, but he was enjoying the conversation with Tessa.[/style]

[tessa elisabeth willows]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY As she wrapped the coat Felix had given her around herself, Tessa grinned for the first time that day. It was so much easier to enjoy people's company when you weren't shivering. "Thank you so much, she said politely, enforcing the stereotype that all British people were polite and had good manners. "Well, my younger brother, Benjy is throwing a tantrum, so I left the house in a bit of a rush. The Willows residence isn't exactly nice when an eleven year old boy is screaming at the top of his lungs." Tessa knew her younger brother was a pain, and did't usually mind telling this to people. Benjamin Theodore Willows was the most annoying eleven year old earth sprite on the planet. A lot of people could relate to this, as many people had a younger sibling. Tessa had two, so she was rather used to the fits and the complaining. When seven year old Sophia Hailey had started discovering her water sprite powers, Tessa had had to move all her things up high so the child wouldn't soak all her belongs, and Tessa remembered screaming at Cory for using his fire sprite powers to destroy her favorite teddy bear. The Willows' were quite the family, and sibling rivalry had been going on since twenty-four year old Daniel Marcus had been three and the second Willows child was born. "Actually, I have four brothers, and I also have one sister," Tessa told Felix. She hoped he wouldn't be too surprised. Most people were shocked when they heard that Tessa had five siblings, but it was a pretty regular thing for her. Besides, her three older brothers had moved out a while ago. TON OF BACKGROUND ON TESSA AND HER BIG FAM. SORTA POINTLESS, BUT HEY, BETTER THAN WAITING FOR WEEKS. ---------------- CREDIT

[felix doug nutt]

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[atrb=valign, top, true][atrb=cellpadding, 5, true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=border, 0, true] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style]

[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Felix was pelased to see that the coat he had offered had been taken. He wasn't much a fan of the humble 'I'm shivering but I won't accept any help' act. He smiled a tight and dry smile. It sat strangely on his features, but it was there for a reason. He felt as though he was beginning to make friends in this strange little town. It had been a long time since that had happened. He supposed he appreciated it, he had spent too much time in his apartment. "You're welcome. I'll be warm enough." With a slightly warmer smile he gestured to his many layers. He always made sure to wrap up warm, regardless of the weather. The girl began to talk of her family and he listened in a quiet and patient manner. He didn't have much of a family hismelf, but that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy listening about the families of others. He smiled at Tessa if she looked in his direction, but for the most part he remained silent, unless he was nodding his head. "Sounds.. Tough." Said the ginger haired man. He tilted his head a little. He didn't have any fitting descriptors for a screaming eleven year old boy. He had never had any experience with them. Not in his family, not in any of his friends' families. He wasn't sure how to go about it, and instead let the girl beside him continue talking. She seemed to be good at holding up a conversation, he was glad he didn't have to do much talking. "Four? Lucky you. As far as I know, I'm an only child." Felix admitted. He was no man of mystery, and he was happy to open up to people that he could relate to. Like fellow Sprites. "I'm adopted." He elaborated. He supposed it was no good to give her some information and then leave her hanging. He had been brought up to be polite, after all. "So..." The man began, rubbing at his cin with his fingers just slightly. "What do you.. Do? For fun?" It was clear that Felix wasn't very good at this. Or a frequent visitor to the land of conversation.[/style]

[tessa elisabeth willows]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Tessa wished she hadn't blabbered on about her huge family. It didn't seem right that she had four brothers and a sister, while Felix didn't even get to know his biological parents. Then again, she hadnt actually asked if he knew them. So Tessa, curious girl tht she was asked, "Do you know your biological parents? Or did you at least ever wonder about them?" The earth sprite wondered if it was hard to be adopted. She would have demanded to know everything, especially why her parents had given her up. The ginger haired man asked her what she did, and Tessa decided she needed a moment to think. What did she do for fun? Well, she shopped sometimes, she hung out with her friends, she read, she watched telly. But then again, everyone did that, didn't they? Really, the only other thing Tessa could think of was that she spent a lot of time in her garden. Her roses and lilies were precious to her. So, since nothing else seemed like an interesting answer, Tessa told Felix that she worked in her garden. It was true. Sure, she didn't spend every waking moment watering and weeding, but she would read or finish homework among her flowers, and when she got tired of adding numbers, she'd talk to her flowers. Some people thought she was mad, but she thought it helped the plants grow happier and healthier. "So what do you do?" Tessa wondered. "For fun, I mean." Tessa had noticed Felix didn't seem too comfortable with talking, but she hoped he'd ease into conversation somewhat quickly and not feel so weird with her. She didn't like it when people didn't like her, and while Felix didn't seem to dislike Tessa, he definitely wasn't jumping for joy that she'd decided to sit with him. SHE'S SO TALKATIVE USUALLY. IT'S PROBABLY A GOOD THING THEY'RE MEETING ON A RAINY DAY, OTHERWISE THEY PROBABLY WOULDN'T ENJOY EACH OTHER'S COMPANY TOO MUCH. ---------------- CREDIT

[felix doug nutt]

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[atrb=valign, top, true][atrb=cellpadding, 5, true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=border, 0, true] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style]

[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Felix wasn't surprised when he was questioned on how much he knew, or in this case didn't know. A lot of people thought it was appropriate to ask him questions. When he was younger and people asked him why he didn't look like his parents he would easily become offended by the questions. But as he grew up he began to know that people were curious, and his cold shell allowed for him to be able to answer these questions without really getting all that concerned about these things. He smiled in Tessa's direction, and shrugged his shoulders as he began to talk. "I don't know them, no. From what my step-parents told me they died in a crash, I don't quite believe that though." Felix's shoulders rolled again. "It seems too... Almost as if it's too cliché. I don't wonder about them as much any more," he said, leaning back as the rain fell. An arm lifted to rest on the bench they were sitting on together. His eyes looked out across the road, and he watched a woman with a child walking along the street under a pink umbrella. Salt and wounds, right? Felix didn't say anything when his question went unanswered. Perhaps she hadn't heard him, or maybe she just didn't want to let him know. That was fine with him, he was going to be the last person to judge or be upset if someone didn't want to tell him something. He was, after all, the man with a million secrets. He shrugged his shoulders when the question was turned back to him. "For fun, not a lot. I used to find drawing the most fun in the world," he began, his eyes lighting up at just the memory of the nights he had spent drawing. "But my muse for that seems to have run dry. Fun these days.." Felix looked towards Tessa. "Hard to come by," he said, openly so. He wasn't too concerned about what she thought of him and his habits, though. He let his eyes draw back to the people across the street. It was then that an idea slid into his head, and looking to Tessa, he smiled a perhaps awkward smile that hadn't been on his face in a very long time. Tessa seemed like a nice enough girl, it couldn't do any harm to ask her help. "Perhaps, if you weren't too busy, you could... Take me somewhere fun?"[/style]