An Afternoon Jog (open)

[Morgana]

Sylvania Legend

Barry's smile was so bright and sincere, Sylvania couldn't help but smile back. It felt good to smile, and to be understood, for once. Of course, she was usually the one not understanding, not other people. It felt good having someone that understood her, someone that could be... A friend?

Yes. She wanted a friend. She wanted to laugh, and be happy, even if it wasn't exactly sincere. She wanted to be herself again, the person she'd left behind when Arissa had been Reaped. She wanted to feel like the world- like the morphling- couldn't touch her. Sylvania wanted to be at last and truly free. She wouldn't let the morphling hurt her anymore. She wouldn't let it taunt her. She wanted to be normal again, and she would be. With Barry, she'd learn to be normal.

"Alright, Syl. C'mon, let's go get something to eat. On me," Barry said. Sylvania smiled at her nickname. Had she ever had one before? Surely she had, but not one she could remember. Hadn't Arissa had a name for her? What was it? Oh, yes. Silly. She'd loved the nickname. After Arissa had died, no one had called her that anymore. She had been boring Sylvania once again. But now she could grow to fit the name "Syl." She could be that person. She didn't have to be morphling-addled Sylvania anymore. She could be happy. She could be Syl.

She walked beside Barry as he led her off someplace. "Where are we going?" she asked, looping her arm around Barry's. She was barely conscious of the fact that she'd done it; it just seemed the natural thing to do between friends.

[Raeoki really likes pineapples]

Barryllium was half-tempted to wriggle his arm away from Sylvania, but not because he didn’t like her. It was because if he didn't it would just...look weird. In all honesty, the thought of strutting about District 2 with a girl clinging onto his arm embarrassed Barry. But he forced himself to ignore it. He wasn't going to put up the base of a friendship and then tare it down in the matter of minutes. The chubby career would just have to deal.

"Um...not exactly sure," Barry admitted. "I've been eating at home for most of my life, really." He had just offered a girl to lunch, and the only real option was his mother's cooking? Smart one, Barry. Smart one.

This was one of the few moments that Barryllium wished his mother didn't have such a strong grip on his training and dieting - no, just that. Barry's life. What he ate, what he did in his free time...Yes, all mother's were like that, but Mrs. Sulkur had such a tight squeeze that it could only be described as frightening. Barry wondered if Mrs. Sulkur would approve of meeting Sylvania when he should've been jogging.

She probably wouldn't like it, he thought with a frown. Mom would probably think Sylvania would smuggle me morphling or whatever, or say that I should be exercising...

This was a moment that Barry was glad that his mom was out of the picture.

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(ooc: This probably wouldn't be described as "good" or "coherent," but it's 3:44 AM. Nuff said. )

[Morgana]

Sylvania Legend

The fact that Barry didn't have a place in mind didn't bother Sylvania. She didn't eat much except her mother's cooking, either, so she wasn't one to judge. They kept walking down the street for a while. She didn't want to offer they go to her own house, for several reasons. One, her mother was likely still at work, so she wouldn't be able to make anything for them. Sylvania hadn't been allowed to cook since she'd stopped the morphling, so that was out of the question. And if her mother was home, she'd ask questions. Who's this boy? Where'd you meet him?

Her mother was forever worrying about her. For some reason, she thought everyone would try to take advantage of her since she was...Well, less than what she used to be. Sure, Sylvania forget sometimes (or a lot), but she wasn't stupid! She could still defend herself. She'd taken a few classes at the training center at her mother's insistence when she was young for self-defense. She still remembered the moves. And she liked to think that even now she was still halfway decent at judging a person's character.

"Well, we could just stop in somewhere," She suggested. She had some money in her pocket, so she'd be able to buy something for the two of them. Not much, but something, anyways. She stopped short, pulling her arm out of Barry's. They were right next to a little pastry shop with delicious looking single-serving cakes in the window. As she looked in the window, Sylvania could also see an assortment of cookies and sweet rolls. "How about here?"

[Raeoki really likes pineapples]

(ooc: I am soooo sorry about the long wait, Morg! D: )

BIC:

Barry followed Sylvania's line of sight. They widened as they landed on the pastry shop. Explained on a shelf looking through the windows were gooey cinnamon rolls, cookies proudly wearing colorful icing and sprinkles, and the only kind of cakes not shown were wedding cakes. Barryllium's jaw dropped slightly. "Oh man," he muttered, "my mom would kill me if I went in there."

It had only occurred to him then how controlling his mother was. Telling him what to eat, what to drink, what he should do in his free time. There were times when Barry found himself complaining about Mrs. Sulkur's training methods - he was a teenager, after all - but never had it occurred to him that Mrs. Sulkur practically commanded her son's everyday life. And, what surprised him even more was that it didn't anger him, but instead it saddened him. Like Barry had just lost a hero.

So...why not show her that this is your life not hers? A new surprise, and in so little time. Not many a time had Barry went Mrs. Sulkur's wishes - not on purpose, at least. It kind of gave Barryllium a feeling of...satisfaction.

"...But let's go anyway," Barry said definitively. "What Mom doesn't know won't hurt her."

[Morgana]

Sylvania Legend

For a moment, Sylvania was tempted to pull Barry away from the sweets shop and tell him they'd go somewhere else. She didn't want him to get in trouble with his mother, after all. But after Barry said it would be fine, she decided not to say a thing. If he was okay with going in, then they would go. She didn't want to force him to do anything, but since he was fine with it, she pulled open the door and walked in.

It smelled even better inside the shop than it did from the street. Cinnamon and vanilla scents hit her full force. She had to check to make sure her mouth wasn't watering. There was line to the counter. It was very short, with only three people in it, and Sylvania took her place. She looked up at the menu, trying to decide what to get. There was peach cobbler, banana pudding, triple berry crisp, chocolate mousse, lemon pie, pralines...There was so much that Sylvania didn't know how she'd ever be able to choose.

She turned to Barry. "What are you going to get?" she asked. "I can't decide between the cheesecake and the caramel-apple crisp."