Ah, Yes ono I was reffering to second post xDD. I guess I'll type then-? As I appear to be a little behind ono)
Felix
Yes, there was the 'extra people' in which he had been waiting for. Casually walking towards the other two, who's name he was still rather unsure of. It was, after all, rather difficult to hear people exchanging names when you were about fifty feet away, and in a rather immense willow- which only helped in blocking out sound, as the slowly wilting, frost-bitten leaves still clung desperatly to both the small and large branches. Now would most defiantly be the time to slip down from this slowly wilting thing, sneak up on the four, and greet them in the most casual, not-dangerous manner possible. This would most likely be easier, and wouldn't be forced or anything- as Felix had been well-rested for once, of course his stomach was not full though, but he was never really the one to eat a lot. Lazily the boy pulled his terribly over-sized jacket sleeves down to just below his wrist, grabbed onto the branch with both hands, and began his descent; which was about as silent as one could go when jumping down from a rather large willow tree's canopy.
The descent was a bit more difficult than one might assume it to be, as the tree was very smooth, and perticuliar parts of it were rather wet, not to mention slippery- of course. Each step downwards was one taken with extreme caution, and each movement appeared to be taken with a sense of deep concentration and terrible quiet. The only sounds the boy made when going down were the ones in which simply could not be helped- and this included the light brushing against the tree, along with the little 'thuds' his sneakers made each time they made contact with the tree.
Finnaly the boy was close enough to the ground to jump down without making too much noise. Now that the harder part was done with, it would most likely be far easier to simply stroll on over, say "hello", and all that fun stuff.
Unfourtantly, walking over to a group of people which consisted of one boy (who seemed to be rather sane), two foolish girls that appeared to be extremely fond of each other, and another that was simply insane, corrupted by this fantasy- obviously the one to do something of importance within this 'book' in far-future.
The dew-drop covered grass brushed carefully by the open-air sneakers, making the insides a little wet, but quite honestly he could care less- as this feeling was one he had always liked. Gloomy weather that made everything appear grey-scale, yes, this was precisely what he liked. It made everything appear out of the norm, different than the boring, colour-filled, boring prison we called 'reality'.
"I hate to intrude~" The boy announced, standing a mere ten feet away from the group now. Hands stuck in his pockets, hood pulled down, and glasses placed carelessly in his mouth (he always had the tendacy of chewing on something all the time- at the moment, the only thing to eat was glasses which were basicly useless unless he wanted to make some sort of 'fashion statement') as he examined the group a bit. Just as he had expected- three girls, and what was now two boys. Of course you never knew who else was going to stroll on over to this group, as it appeared to be what was going to become "the meeting place of the main characters"-- Felix had a strong feeling that he was going to be a main character in this story.
"But, I couldn't help but notice you lot," he did not bother to allow them to introduce themselves first, for he was the one that wondered over to them- and it was only the proper thing to do to make his introduction before the others did. Or so he had read from a perticuliar novel-- Felix's behaviour often took after a lot of things mentioned in movies (In this case, Tim Burton's alone- what was going on now reminded him a bit too much of the film-maker's imagination) and books (Mostly Leo Tolstoy's works of fine art,).
"So, allow me to introduce myself-" the brunnete hastily groped around for his glasses, forgetting they were clasped between his lips- but this was soon realised, and the glasses (after being wiped off a bit) were also soon placed back in their rightful place.
"Felix, but alot of people called my "Feeli- kind of a dumb-sounding nickname, I know."
