| Title: Here birdie, birdie, birdie. Time: Wednesday, March 17, 2004 The Thespians: Arabian Falcon and Pascal Curio Location: Allis Memorial Center - Dining Hall |
| +---[ Allis Memorial Center - Dining Hall ]-----------------------------------+ | | | An enormous room, its ceiling curving upward in a slowly sloping dome | | shape, painted light gray with the school's symbol, a red cougar head upon | | a crest of armor between two torches, spread in colossal proportions 'cross | | its surface. Walls are the same color, hung with portraits and paintings | | depicting various events, scenes, and people, completely devoid of any | | windows at all. The plush, dark blue carpet covering the entire expanse of | | the floor is speckled occasionally with clusters of pattered tiny gray and | | yellow squares in sundry designs. An assorted amount of rectangular, | | lightweight tables are scattered about the room in no particular order due | | to students always rearranging them. The tabletops are painted gray with | | white flecks, black metal legs supporting them. Stacked against the walls | | and grouped at numerous tables are hard-but-still-comfortable chairs, their | | seats and backings matching cobalt. | | | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Most students would think that the Arabian Falcon perched in the corner of the dining hall was a student's pet, a messenger bird to carry letters back and forth from home. This, of course, is not the case. Elijah has learned that his alter form can be useful in attaining information. It seems no one expects a bird to reiterate secrets spoken between friends. His emerald eyes widely watch the activity taking place, and he listens keenly to all the goings on. |
| Back for more soup? Or maybe just back to watch the effects, if there were any stupid students still left who were giggling and bubbling away from the soup. For the second time today, Pascal Curio quietly slips into the dining hall, the sound of her cowboy boots muffled thankfully due to the blue carpet. She looks around, but her mind is full of too many thoughts to give the occupants of the hall much notice. Her eyes sweep past the falcon, and you would imagine that she's spotted it, but not so much, not yet. |
| It was satisfying to watch one's own handiwork, and at the other end of the dining hall, more children were laughing bubbles than he'd seen yet. The Falcon spreads its wings and seemingly floats to the other side of the room. He finds another perch and settles in. A squawk of delight is emitted from the bird's mouth. Oh the glee! |
| Okay, so that was a little less hard to not notice. Pascal has already seated herself at a table moved to the edge of the room, no doubt by some gossiping students who wanted to chat away from earshot of everyone else. Her head whips around, and her eyes find the falcon. What can she say though? Hey falcon! Over here? No indeed. She just stares at it, curious. |
| The Falcon's head darts around the room, watching everyone and taking in everything. However, his eyes eventually meet up with Pascal's. Was she staring at him again? Strange. The girl must have had a soft spot for animals or something because she was darn mean when dealing with people. His green eyes stare inquisitively into hers. It had now become a game (at least in Eli's mind), who would look away first? |
| Pascal Curio continues to stare at the falcon, still rather interested. A faint smile quirks her lips but she still doesn't look away. It's not like she's got anyone else to be looking at anyway. Thousand thoughts racing through her mind, as to why the bird would even be in here to begin with, but all she does, is give the creature a slight wave. Actually, she wiggles her fingers in his general direction. |
| Did she just /wave/ at him? Girls were indeed strange creatures. Pascal seemed to talking to animals more than she did people. Maybe it was because they didn't talk back? In any case, the Falcon spreads its wings once again and sails across the room to a perch closer to Pascal but still out of reach. It squawks a greeting. |
| Many /many/ reasons as to why Pascal connected better with animals. In any case, her smile widens as the falcon approaches her. Apparently her finger wiggling worked, but if anyone had been watching her, they would have probably found her crazy to be gesturing towards a bird. She continues to stare rather intensely at the falcon. "What're you doing inside?" she mouths to it, words falling out as a whisper. |
| Everyone knows that Falcons can't read lips, but Elijah can. And having little sense of these things, he squawks in reply. He stares at her rather intently as he ruffles his feathers. |
| Something smells fishy. Pascal furrows her eyebrows as she gives the bird one last lingering look before she finally looks away from it. (Did she win the game?) She shakes her head slightly and drums her fingers on the table. "I wouldn't have figured a bird like yourself being inside cooped up with a bunch of students," she says casually, her fingers now tracing the outline of the table's edge. |
| Another squawk comes out of the Falcon's mouth. Doesn't Pascal know she probably looks crazy to onlookers as she's talking to a /bird/. Apparently she doesn't, or she doesn't care. Eli makes mental note of this. |
| "I mean, I didn't even realize falcons who didn't belong to anyone enjoyed being inside," Pascal Curio continues to talk, and that arch look that is so familiar to her face has surfaced. Her head turns to one side and she stares at the bird, an unreadable expression in her eyes. Yes, she does realize that she's speaking to a bird that won't speak back, but she doesn't care. Suddenly, however, she leans forward and whispers to the falcon. "I've got a secret to tell you. Care to hear?" |
| The Falcon inquisitively tilts its head at her. His green eyes even become somewhat larger as if intrigued. Of course Eli wants to hear a secret! He squawks in reply. |
| The squawk is a good enough reply for Pascal. She leans even further forward on the table, so much so that she's no longer sitting in her chair. A hand is raised and she gestures the falcon closer, smile still on her face. "You're going to have to come closer. A secret isn't a secret if anyone else hears." |
| Does the Falcon trust her? Wait a second, birds don't understand English! Eli just squawks in reply while remaining on his perch. This could be a trap, and there was no way Elijah was going to let anyone steal his new found freedom, even if it meant missing out on some huge secret. He'd find out eventually anyways, maybe. |
| "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" Pascal sits back in her chair again, looking rather thoughtful. Her smile fades and she nods. "I don't blame you. I wouldn't trust me either." A laugh, and then she slowly gets up from her table. If the falcon won't come to her, she'll just move slightly closer to it. Except she's standing, and still hasn't moved any closer to the bird. |
| Again the bird squawks. He doesn't move from his perch, not yet anyway. The Arabian Falcon makes eye contact with Pascal again, challenging her once more. He squawks. |
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