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Post by Allister Hale on Aug 24, 2009 1:02:38 GMT -5
Allister looked at Beast Boy, and nodded. He stood up like the other two had and smiled nervously at Robin when he gave him a 'You try and handle it' stare. Glancing at Beast Boy as he apologized for rambling, Allister was about to say it was fine, but Robin seemed to know Beast Boy better.
Be yourself?
That was a concept Allister had difficulty grasping. He barely knew himself. Was this fear freezing a power? An illness? Mutation? He had so many questions about himself, no one seemed to be able to answer them. The doctors were leaning towards powers, but his parents kept going on about how that wasn't possible.
He was living in a world of arguing between educated college graduates, and the parents he trusted with his life. Were his parents right to be protective of their son, cause they knew he was sick? Or were they to stubborn to believe that their son was so, well, different.
What if they were wrong? Or was Allister thinking into this to much? Allister sighed, and shook his head in an attempt to leave his thoughts for a moment, and rejoin the current happenings. He had been mindlessly following the two Titan members, Beast Boy and Robin, so he was a bit surprised by the sound of Robin's voice, again, coming in.
Not knowing where he was actually going, Allister shrugged and gestured to Beast Boy to signify he was just following the green boy. As he slowly came out of his mind, he remembered the freezing cold item in his hand. "Uh... One of yo-you wouldn't ha-happen to have a ph-phone I could bo-borrow?" he questioned, glancing back and forth between the other two.
Judging by how they were dressed, it was highly doubtful that they'd have a cell phone, or change on them. Which, resulted in him shoving the frozen phone in his hoodie pocket and starting to dig in other pockets for change.
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Post by Beast Boy on Aug 24, 2009 19:58:04 GMT -5
Robin told him to be himself..
ROBINJUSTTOTLDHIMTOBEHIMSELF!!!
He let out one of his famous high-pitched gasps, surprised, before a grin split his face. This never happened before. But, then again, he usually was himself. It only occurred to him then how desperate he was. To morph himself into a kitten and try his hardest not to ramble. The week of loneliness had effected him more than he thought. “Reeeeeaaally…?” There was a pause and then- “Oh! Oh! Oh! I got some jokes! Ok ok-why are fish salesmen selfish?” Naturally, the first thing Beast Boy thought of when Robin said “be yourself” was “jokes”. This would be the PERFECT opportunity to test out his latest. That, of course, was exactly what he was doing now. He paused for a minute as if waiting for an answer. Then he blurted out the punch-line of his cheesy joke. “Because their business makes them sel-fish.” With that, the green boy began to laugh.
Before he could joke some more, however, Robin interrupted, asking if they were going to the nearest pizza place with-a forced smile? Beast Boy caught that, but tried to ignore it. “Oh yeah,” he answered with a grin, “It’s near and has awesome pizza.” He pointed at the restaurant, in case they didn’t know what exactly he was talking about. There was a minute of silence before Allister spoke. A phone? Beast Boy remembered how the boy’s froze. It was definitely unfortunate. He wondered if it happened to him often. It must stink having powers that destroy your phone. Beast Boy shook his head in answer to Allister’s question, though the boy didn’t seem too confident he’ll get a “yes” anyways. He was already searching in his pocket, probably for loose change.
They reached the pizza place, its smell forcing Beast Boy’s mouth to water. His eyes appeared to be hypnotized for a second before he was brought back to reality. He caught sight of a family eating pepperoni outside, leaving their pizza to enter the restaurant for some reason or another. “Oh! Oh! Just got a good one: what’s a dog’s favourite pizza?” He paused, his grin growing by the second. “PUPeroni!” He grabbed the pepperoni as he said his punch-line, holding it out while his grin grew into a laugh. Beast Boy then placed the pizza back before the family had a chance to leave the restaurant again. He was having fun with these guys. It’s been so long since he last had the opportunity to joke. He was growing to miss it.
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Post by Robin on Aug 28, 2009 20:09:09 GMT -5
((Sorry for taking so long, guys. I’ve had immense writers block so this post won’t be my best. nn Just posting so you guys won’t be held up.))
Robin visibly winced when the word ‘jokes’ escaped Beast Boy’s mouth after a high pitched squeal. He wasn’t that great of a fan of Beast Boy’s jokes since he found them all to be corny. Biting into his lip and chewing on it, he briefly wondered if it was too late to take back his request of eating with them. No, Beast Boy was already spitting out corny jokes and the pizza parlor was just feet away which meant that if he left now the other titan would be upset and give him the kitten face some more.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! I got some jokes! Ok ok-why are fish salesmen selfish?”
‘Oh please don’t let it be corny. Oh puuhhlleasseeee don’t let it be corny.’ He thought to himself as he continued to walk with a deadest expression on his face.
‘Because their business makes them sel-fish.”
‘I should have seen that one coming. Was it really too much to ask?’
Letting out a load groan, similar to the one he had let out when Beast Boy made the ‘brain freeze’ joke not that long ago, Robin tilted his head back and placed his hands over his eyes in exasperation. This was going to be a long lunch, wasn’t it? Gritting his teeth and regaining his composure he continued to walk before hearing Allister ask if them if he had a phone. Unless a communicator counted as a phone, then no, and Robin just shook his head at Allister and mumbled a quiet ‘no’ as he trudged after Beast Boy.
“Oh! Oh! Just got a good one: what’s a dog’s favorite pizza?”
Robin twitched an eye under his mask and glanced at Beast Boy before muttering a quick ‘what?’ to the titan in an attempt to show he was listening and cared for the others jokes. Actually, he did care for Beast Boy; the titan was like a younger brother to him. Beast Boy annoyed him – which, he supposed, is what younger brothers do.
“PUPeroni!”
As the words escaped Beast Boy’s lips and the pepperoni slice was held out, Robin couldn’t help but smile a bit. That one wasn’t that bad but it was still very corny. With the small smile still on his face he moved to say something to Beast Boy before pausing and having the smile disappear. Wait, why was beast Boy touching another pizza that some strangers had just been eating? That fatso, he just couldn't keep his hands off pizza, what a fatty.
“Beast Boy! Don’t touch other people’s food. You don’t know where they’ve been and…no one really knows where you’ve been either…so technically it’s a losing situation for both sides of this.”
He was starting to sound like a mother, yikes. You’d do the same thing, though, if you had seen what Beast Boy’s room looked like and smelled his socks! Then you would feel sorry for whoever touched that pizza afterwards. Realizing he was drifting into thought, he quickly snapped back to reality and opened the pizza parlor doors with one hand – holding the door open for the other two as he stood there.
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Post by Allister Hale on Aug 30, 2009 18:18:55 GMT -5
Allister watched both Beast Boy and Robin tell him no about the whole cell phone thing. He turned back to digging through his pockets and sighed when he managed to find a couple coins. He looked back up and blinked when Beast Boy began to bounce about in excitement and started telling these jokes.
Allister chuckled a little at the corny jokes, admittedly finding the corny jokes slightly amusing. It was fall on the floor laughing, or laugh out loud quality, but it was still pretty decent. Allister watched Beast Boy pick up the pepperoni pizza and set it back down after finishing another joke.
Allister chuckled, again, at this one. It was a bit better then the last one, because Allister knew the answer to that one when Beast Boy finished the question. Selfish and sell fish. Not that hard. This one had been harder to figure out, since he had tried to go through dog breeds instead of thinking how "pup" and "pep" were similar sounding.
Allister blinked when Robin scolded Beast Boy for touching other people's food. Robin did have a good point, especially since Beast Boy turned into four legged animals, his hands were always touching the ground and such. Allister did notice Beast Boy was wearing gloves, but did that keep his hands from touching the dirt?
Allister quietly slid through the door, uttering a thank you to Robin as he entered the building.
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Post by Beast Boy on Aug 30, 2009 23:46:02 GMT -5
Beast Boy got groans and winces from Robin at his jokes. He was used to that and it never seemed to dampen his fun. In fact, it usually made him even more determined to joke. The chuckle, however, came as a surprise. It’s a sad thing, really. When one tells a joke, they usually expect a chuckle or a laugh. Beast Boy, however, expected groans and winces. A chuckle, although the intention, was what surprised him. He grinned, happy Allister liked his jokes. Or appeared to, anyways. Coming to think of it, Allister had been chuckling a lot this past few minutes they’ve spent with each other. “See?” He asked Robin, “Allister liked my jokes.”
Although, Robin did smile a bit at his “PUPeroni” joke. This had Beast Boy grinning until the Boy Wonder noticed how Beast Boy had touched someone else’s pizza. He scolded him about it. Beast Boy was never one for hygiene. Being a shapeshifter, morphing into all sorts of animals, does that to you. Therefore, he didn’t think twice about touching someone else’s food. Well, then again, Beast Boy rarely thinks twice about anything. He usually acts without thinking which always had the added bonus of making himself look silly and childish. Beast Boy hates this, but always had a hard time controlling his actions. He gets excited and lets it control him, the reason why he rambles so often and called Robin “sir” constantly when they met. Even after he kept asking him to stop.
Beast Boy opened his mouth and raised a finger as though he was about to say something, but didn’t get a chance to. Robin and Allister were already in the restaurant. Then, whatever he was about to say morphed into a “duuuuuudes…wait for me!” He ran up to them, happy that he didn’t have to say anything. He didn’t want to talk about hygiene and his little mistake for the rest of their time in the restaurant. Wanting to change the subject some more, he pointed to an empty table. “Come on, lets sit there.” Throwing himself onto a seat, he grabbed one of the menus sitting on the table and scanned his eyes through it. He was mainly looking for the word “vegetarian”.
“Soooo….what are you guys going to eat?” He asked, secretly hoping it wasn’t something much too expansive. He wasn’t exactly “rich” with money. Well, actually, he didn’t have too much money. Yet, he decided to pay just this once. He wanted to appear classy and sophisticated. Not some fourteen year-old with no money of his own like what a lot of people thought of him. He always wanted to have a nice reputation like that, but his childish actions and the fact that he’d always been the youngest of his group already made-up his title. He loved being the joker, he really did, but he sometimes wanted to be taken seriously.
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Post by Robin on Aug 31, 2009 16:59:03 GMT -5
“See? Allister liked my jokes.”
“Well, somebody has to, I suppose.”
Nodding his head towards Allister and Beast Boy, Robin entered behind them and listened as the bell on the door jingled as the door closed. As Beast Boy dove into an empty table while asking what they wanted to order, Robin fought back the urge to ask how Beast Boy was going to pay. Slowly he lowered himself in the seat and grabbed the menu before running his eyes over all the options.
‘Hm, I could get sausage or pepperoni?’ Robin thought to himself as he glared at the menu as he gave it another sweep over with his eyes. ‘But cheese is good also.’
Still contemplating his decision while tapping his foot on the linoleum floor, fingers tapping on the menu as he sat there before folding the menu closed neatly and setting it down on the table.
“I’ll just have the extra cheese pizza and a cola.” Robin then said as he shifted in his seat so he wasn’t sitting on his cape and then smoothed out a wrinkle in his top. He was a perfectionist and any minor detail wrong on his uniform had to be taken care of – at least that’s how he saw it – so he spent the next few minutes silently fixing his uniform, his hair, and even lifting the napkin holder up to check his mask and face. Realizing what he was doing, he slowly set the napkin holder back down and tugged on his gloves for a moment before folding them neatly on the table.
“Beast Boy, the vegetarian section of the menu is in the back.” Robin then said as he watched Beast Boy’s eyes sweep the menu before he turned to Allister and arched a brow under his mask at him. “So, do you come here often, Allister?”
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Post by Allister Hale on Aug 31, 2009 23:18:51 GMT -5
Allister glanced at Robin as he replied to Beast Boy's point of Allister enjoying the jokes. He smiled a bit, a short chuckle, this time. These two were an amusing bunch, despite their obvious differences. Allister was definitely enjoying their company, not minding listening to them converse, rather then joining it himself.
He watched Beast Boy quickly move to a table, and walked over calmly. He set himself down in the seat besides Robin and shifted to find the most comfortable spot in the seat. Glancing at the menu and picking it up, Allister scanned it for something he'd enjoy. "Uh.. Ch-cheese, an-and a Sprite" he informed, looking back up at Beast Boy.
He turned his gaze to Robin when he noticed the boy starting to move and adjust parts of his uniform. Allister couldn't help but lean back a bit to try and see the boy wonder's reflection in the napkin holder. When Robin began to set it back down, Allister leaned back forward and set the menu down.
Fumbling with the change in his pocket, Allister was about to drift to his thoughts, when Robin asked him a question. Turning his silver, nearly white, irises to Robin, he smiled a bit. "Uh... No.. no, my mo-mom lik-likes to ea-eat home.. homemade foo-food, rather than fa-fast food. I com.. come here ev-every now an-and than" he explained.
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Post by Beast Boy on Sept 1, 2009 19:10:26 GMT -5
Someone had to? Beast Boy gave Robin the evil eye after Robin said that. “You’re just jealous of my jokes,” Beast Boy responded when he finished with the evil eye.
“Beast Boy, the vegetarian section of the menu is in the back.”
That had his attention as Beast Boy flipped the menu and read the other side, spotting a whole vegetarian section. He chuckled slightly, often his way of showing embarrassment. Except nobody would know he was embarrassed which was a good thing. Rubbing his temple, he wondered why he didn’t know this after the frequent visits to this pizza parlour. A great possibility he often read this side first by accident. He smiled as he accomplished the task of choosing his preferred pizza: vegetarian. Yup, a difficult task. Oh, and of course he was going to order coke. Pizza just wouldn’t taste the same without it. Coke was practically pizza’s twin.
He was thinking this when he heard Robin ask Allister whether or not he came here often. As an answer, Allister had explained that his mother liked to eat at home and didn’t like fast food. Beast Boy raised an eyebrow as it sunk in. “NO FAST-FOOD???” He gasped with a high-pitched screech. “That’s TERRIBLE!!! How can you LIVE without the wonders of pizza and coke?” Really, healthy food were just--blagh. Who would want their child eating that ? The only non-fast food Beast Boy liked was tofu. Other than that, fast food=the awesomest food EVUH!!! Especially coke and pizza. Eating and drinking them while watching TV is heaven on earth. He shook his head. “Looks like we came along just in time.” Plus, this pizza place, although still fast food, was more classy with waiters and menus. It was almost like it wasn’t fast food.
A waiter, carrying a tray of drinks, came strolling along towards his destined table when he slipped, falling head-first as his tray practically flew. One of the drinks, a coke, tumbled their way, its content ahead of the container. Either it was going to splash near them or soak one of them. Either way, a HUGE waste of coke.
[Ooc: Oh wow…talk about SHORT!!! Sorry guys and feel free to RP the drink either soaking your character, someone else’s or none.
-Hands you the choice-
I just thought to add something to the RP. Sorry for the terrible post.]
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Post by Robin on Sept 2, 2009 0:54:37 GMT -5
[Ugh, trust me, mine is going to be much shorter/crappier. xD]
Arching a brow at the evil eye Beast Boy had given him; Robin turned his attention to the windows in the eating establishment and gazed out them while tapping his fingers on the cold table. It was interesting how Allister stuttered so much to Robin, it wasn’t a bad thing but it was a very noticeable trait about the other. As Allister told him about eating at home, the boy wonder couldn’t help but smile slightly as he remembered Bruce making him do the same thing.
“Ah, well sometimes eating at home is more comfortable,” Robin replied while glancing at Beast Boy and shrugging his shoulders lazily. “Plus it’s free and you don’t have to wait for your drinks.”
As the final word left his mouth something caught the corner of his eye. Turning in his seat slightly he glanced up in time to get splattered right in the face by the coke – some of it actually hit his face before bouncing off in small droplets towards Allister who had been sitting beside him. Stunned for a brief moment and unsure of what had just happened – Robin turned back to Beast Boy and Allister with his hair plastered to his face and droplets of coke dripping down his face. Not saying anything he leaned forward and grabbed some napkins while wiping his face for a moment as he fought back the urge to twitch his lip and eye in aggravation.
“I actually prefer my drink in a cup,” Robin muttered to himself as he began wiping off his neck which had small splatters of cola on it before briefly touching his hair and grunting as he felt the sticky hair get caught on the glove and stay on it. “...Not on my face.”
Silently he tried to fix his hair, which had flattened in the front, and soon gave up when he realized the only way he would be able to get it fixed was if he took a shower. Setting down another napkin in the pile – which had practically half the napkin dispenser in it - Robin leaned back in his seat and glared at the table as a wet strand of hair fell in front of his face.
“If they throw a pizza at me I’m ducking and letting it hit you, Beast Boy.”
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Post by Allister Hale on Sept 2, 2009 19:23:22 GMT -5
Allister looked over at the the green boy as he seemed shocked to hear about a mother not letting her son pig out on junk food. He smiled a bit and informed "Sh-She means wel-well. And, I'm not liv.. living without pi-pizza and so-soda. I jus-just don't get it as.. as mu-much as you gu-guys get it."
As his explanation came to a stuttering close, he noticed the boy sitting beside him turn to something. Allister arched an eye brow and followed his gaze curiously, the boy flinched, quickly moving his hands from surfaces as he felt the fear launching itself, again.
Soda covered Robin's face, a few drops rolling down Allister's face from the side splatter. Wincing a little as he watched Robin silently begin to try and cleanse himself, Allister waited a couple seconds, reassuring himself nothing was afraid. Reaching over, Allister grabbed a napkin and tried to swipe away the coke that had missed Robin and landed on him.
He smiled nervously at Robin, letting out a rather small laugh when the boy commented on his placement choice of his drinks. Allister watched him try to fix his hair, looking away after a while when he knew the hair wasn't going to go back to the way it had been before, thanks to the soda.
With an added threat from Robin, directed at Beast Boy, Allister glanced away from the duo, glad to not be included in this little war. He blinked when something streamed down his face and swiped his thumb across his cheek to catch the liquid culprit. Without even gazing at his thumb, he subconsciously licked the soda off his finger. With a little smack of his lips, he couldn't help but smile and turn his stare back to the other two.
"He-hey, at least the.. the soda's go-good" he informed, wishing he could talk more smoothly. That was a horrible attempt of lighting the mood, performed by the one and only Allister Hale. If only he didn't stutter. Allister's smile shrank slightly when he had caught that stutter. His thoughts were always so fluent, why did his speech have to be the exact opposite?
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