The Fantasy

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 03-10-2011, 05:43 PM

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Date: 08 March (Backdated)

Setting: Cda, Thornbury

Time: Afternoon

Character Form: Optime

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OOC: Pixie plz. +5

Bartholomew had been taking a lot of time away from Mars lately because of the return of the Californian into his life. Mars had been getting more and more impatient when it came to Bartholomew because of it. Every time Bartholomew came to talk to Mars for some reason, Mars was quick to get in the man's face and talk him down, push him away. Mars barely relaxed because of Bartholomew, and once Mars was done fighting, Bartholomew would take over. It was a never ending struggle between the two for dominance over the body. Just like it was back in California. This was why he had left the area in general. Bartholomew was weak when he was alone, but when he had friends, and reasons for him to be him, he just wanted to be Bartholomew and Mars couldn't be Mars without having to fucking battle for control. Today was like this. But this morning, he was able to wake up as Mars, laying in bed with a slumbering Krystalle. He was quick to move away from her, probably a sign to her that he was back to who he really was. Mars Russo. The morning was not really too many hours of actual morning. It had been somewhere around what his mother called "tea time" (which was around noon in his mother's sense of time) and this time would often make Mars do exactly what his mother taught him to do. Relax and drink tea.

Out of him being polite, he would make a cup for Krystalle. Mars tried to remember all the times the two woke up like this. Mars being Mars again, and Krystalle having spent a wonderful night with Bartholomew but waking up and Mars was in the bed, being Mars. Cold. Distant. It wasn't very many mornings, but there were enough of them to be confused with one another. Keeping time was something that Mars was obviously sucked at because he couldn't organize memories because his head was just a mess when it came to what memories Bartholomew had and what ones he had. Bartholomew always made sure to kick Mars out of the memory banks if he found memories that he was not supposed to.

Anyways, Mars had gotten up and gotten a pot of water over a small flame that he was quick to light up in his fireplace. He had taken a liking to the black tea today, since his soul was feeling a little blackened right now. Mars was weird in the mornings/afternoons sometimes when he woke up. This afternoon though, while he waited for his tea to be done, he had taken to his front porch with his white guitar. He sat on a stump that was there on his front and he had started to play a song. It wouldn't be too long before a fully dressed Krystalle would walk out of the front door and tell Mars that she couldn't stick around for tea and that she would be back later on in the day. Mars shrugged lightly, his attitude being indifferent towards the Californian. Go ahead.. the man spoke, and then the happy Californian called for her steed and once Senorita had come up, she mounted her steed and then rode off. Mars continued to play his guitar, but he also was keeping an ear out for his tea so he'd know when it was done..

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