47, Signing Off.

Firstly, I’d like to take this time to say thank you to anyone who still follows me. It’s been a good ride and I’ve officially decided to retire 47. I’d like to thank Diana @dianaburnwood for being one of the first people to have had the privilege of roleplaying with. She’s been dedicated to Diana from the moment I met her and still continues to be, even though she doesn’t roleplay anymore. I wish everyone well and happy hunting.

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dianaburnwood:

“I care, because I’d rather not be chased down and questioned by anxious asylum staff, and God knows who else those scientists have working for them.” She watched his little display with some amusement, allowing him silence as he bowed his head. 

“You were taught to pray?” she asked with interest. “Do you like it, or is it merely habit?” 

Forty-seven shifted his attention solely on the pancakes in front of him as he continued to eat with enjoyment. Once he swallowed, his icy blue eyes rose to meet her for a split second as he spoke, placing the fork down on the plate. “You don’t have to worry about them.” The boy reassured her as he glanced at the knife taken away from his reach.

Turning his hand upon the table, he stretched, sitting up some as he grasped the glass with both hands and took a couple of gulps. Sitting it back down he sat back in the booth and glanced around at some of the prying eyes that gazed upon his uniqueness. “I saw this one lady do it and I asked her what it was. She told me what it meant and why she did it. She said I was different from the others..” pausing he looked down at his lap letting out a soft sigh. “I never saw her again.”

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This past month has been rough and I’m thinking about retiring.

dianaburnwood:

“Good to hear. I wanted to know if your escape was noticed. If it was not, then you may have a few hours before anyone knows you are missing.” 

Their food arrived, and Diana nudged the plate of warm, fluffy pancakes towards the boy, before pouring a little syrup on top. “Try them. I think you’ll like them.”

“Why do you care if someone notices I’ve escaped?” he spoke back with a tone that seemed far beyond his years. Forty-seven seemed rather unfazed when the pancakes sat in front of him. He watched as Diana poured a little syrup on top of them.

The boy looked at the pancakes, examining them with not only his eyes but his sense of smell. They smelled, wonderful. Immediately, he placed his elbows on the table and placed his hands together as he lowered his head, shutting his eyes in prayer. After a few moments he quickly returned to his previous state as he blinked a few times, taking the fork before his attention returned towards her. After a moment, he quickly cut off a piece and placed it in his mouth, chewing.

Guys, I really need more child 47 in my life. Look at that pout! lol

dianaburnwood:

“Well, that’s alright,” she said kindly, offering him a smile. “I’ll order us both a plate of pancakes, and you can tell me if you like them. I’m sure you will, they’re quite delicious.” 

She saw how the boy eyed the knife near him, and she carefully moved it out of his reach as the waitress approached. The waitress took her order, her eyes flitting to 47 with obvious confusion and concern before she left for the kitchen. 

“Now, as we were saying,” continued Diana. “I know you’re not allowed to be outside the grounds. So, I think it must have been difficult for you to leave. I’d like to know how you managed it. Did you… leave a mess behind?”  

The boy managed to maintain a comfortable body temperature, even though his clothes were still soaked with rain. Forty-seven glanced at his lap, noticing his beanie before returning to Diana. With a slight gesture of his head, he accepted the offer that she’d order for the both of them when the waitress returned.

Clenching his jaw firmly, his attention returned to the knife that was moved out of his reach. He would laugh internally at the thought of keeping him from obtaining the knife with a mere reposition of said item. When Diana mentioned the question again of how the boy escaped, he merely shook his eyes back at her, flickering his eyelids. Holding his head up he spoke quickly. “Why would I tell you?” he asked. “I don’t leave messes.”

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Update: So for those of you who missed me, I’m back - I promise. I know, I know - you’re probably thinking “Oh he says he’s back but he’ll probably rp for like two or three days and then vanish for months.” Yeah, well I’ve done that before and I’m sorry if I don’t have muse for 47 all the time? I mean like, yeah. Anywho, I’m at my sister’s house for the weekend babysitting their dog lol and I have major muse for 47 right now. Plus as an added bonus, my sister has like lightning fast internet compared to my crappy, middle-of-nowhere service at home so yes. Come play with me!