Jeudi 21 mars 2016
"Tu es sûr que c'est une bonne idée?"
Om a levé les yeux, une poignée de pop-corn à la moitié de sa bouche. "Al, nous avons convenu que c'était une bonne décision. Nous devons voir ce qui se passe, nous allons avoir besoin d'alliés, vous le savez." Il a jeté le pop-corn dans sa bouche et a croqué bruyamment.
Ils étaient assis au-dessus de la clôture de terrain de baseball, complètement non observé alors que les enfants continuaient leur fou brouillé à travers l'herbe et la saleté, poussant et tirant l'un sur l'autre dans leur tentative d'être les premiers à atteindre le navire.
« Mais ils ne seront pas tous alliés. Cassidy, Carter, grand? Tu crois vraiment qu'ils seront du côté des anges? Et ne me faites pas commencer sur Hall, ce gamin me donne les flippants."
Om a lâché. "Non, ils ne seront probablement pas tous du bon côté des choses, mais les autres auront besoin de quelqu'un contre qui s'exercer, et ce sera bon pour eux."
"Vous pensez qu'ils vont vraiment réussir à former une équipe? Travailler ensemble pour l'amélioration de tous? Est-ce qu'on a fait ça quand ça nous est arrivé?"
« Ça ne m'est pas arrivé, Al », dit Om tranquillement, ne lui ôtant jamais les yeux sur les enfants qui fuyaient rapidement. "Ça t'est arrivé."
"Nous ne savons pas ça pour sûr-"
"Frappe-toi", Om a coupé Al. "Ils arrivent juste au vaisseau..."
- C'est quoi, ça?
Richard a glissé à un arrêt, ses chaussures dérapant à travers l'herbe pendant plusieurs pieds avant de le ralentir assez et il était là, regardant le navire.
Tout près, c'était encore plus énorme qu'il ne l'avait semblé dans l'air. Un métal gris clair avec des motifs complexes à travers la coque. À l'atterrissage, trois skis comme des patins d'atterrissage s'étendaient du ventre et vers le point, ce que Richard supposait être l'avant, une rampe s'était abaissée.
En haut de la rampe, ils pouvaient voir dans l'intérieur du navire. Rien d'autre que de la noirceur, quelque part une lumière jaune pulsante qui brille profondément dans le cœur du navire.
Name: Sophia Callahan
Gender: female
Age: 15
Sophia is shorter than average, in fact she has never met anyone who could look her in the eye without looking down or bending their legs. Her face is very expressive, particularly her grey eyes, due to it being one of her primary ways of communicating. She has a very lithe, slightly muscular build from all the running and climbing she does. Because of her active lifestyle, she prefers to wear t-shirts, shorts, and running shoes or hiking boots. She also wears a shark-tooth necklace.
Personality: Sophia doesn’t speak. Period. She has not spoken so much as a single word her entire life, and it is not known whether this is due to some unknown brain condition, or if she simply chooses not to. Regardless, this does not seem to hamper her much, as she always finds some other way to communicate what she wants to others. She’s also very active and athletic, usually going on a run before school, participating in her school’s track team, as well as being a parkour expert; if she doesn’t want to be caught, then no one can catch her short of flying. She’s also recently started teaching herself MMA, mostly by watching videos on the interwebs.
Because of her apparent “disability”, she is subject to a fair degree of ridicule and teasing, particularly from those who believe that she just chooses not to speak (her most common nickname is “Silent Sophy”). Her typical responses to this are scathing looks, sarcastic comments delivered via a text-to-speech app on her phone that she had downloaded, and rude gestures delivered at point blank range. In fact, Sophia doesn’t seem to place much, if any great importance on personal space; she loves to communicate through physical contact, particularly with hugs, slight caresses, or drawing on someone’s skin. However, she will give space if she sees that her actions are making the recipient particularly uncomfortable. Those who know her know that this is just her way of demonstrating affection.
Background: At the tender age of 18, Madeline Callahan left her small town roots and made her way to the sunny shores of California, in pursuit of great dreams, good friends and a bright future. Upon arrival, she promptly shirked those dreams and indulged in every pleasure possible. She was a party girl, living the good life without a care in the world…
Until reality came knocking, and she found herself pregnant. Abandoned by most of her friends, Madeline was still determined to live her life her own way. She decided to keep the baby, more or less cleaned up, and managed to support herself and her daughter, whom she named Sophia, as a waitress. It was not an easy life, but with the help of a couple remaining friends, it was a more or less good one for the first couple years.
However, Madeline became troubled. Even up to the age of four, Sophia had still not spoken a single word. There didn’t seem to be any apparent medical reason preventing her from doing so, and she seemed to understand others perfectly; she just didn’t speak herself. Madeline attempted to get a speech therapist to help her daughter, however she was unable to continue paying for them. Additionally, Sophia had seemed to have inherited some of her mother’s wilful attitude, since she didn’t pay the slightest attention during the few sessions that she did have.
Out of both options and money, Madeline made the grudging decision to move back home, where she has lived with her brother and sister-in-law ever since.
Relationships: Richard Calhoun has been Sophia's best friend almost since the day she and her mother moved in with her uncle. People love to tease about them being an "item", and while Sophia has never said yes, she's never said no either.
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