Young Believers [open]

[BARNABY MAXWELL]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:300px; background-color:#dedede;][atrb=vAlign, top][style=margin:10px; margin-top:-1px; background-color:#eee; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; color:#3d3d3d; font-size:10px; border-bottom:4px solid #3d3d3d; padding:4px;]"IT'S SUCH A NICE DAY OUT WOOOHOOO!" Well, the park had been peaceful.... until Barnaby came along. He quickly ran in his odd gait to the old Circle Park, new and untouched in his eyes. Of course, it was a slightly foggy morning and most of the sleepy residents of Gravity Falls didn't wake up this early on the weekends. So the park was empty, free for the taking. And Barnaby was about to waste all of his time, on fun. The silly people of this town just don't appreciate morning dew, and how pleasant it is to have it splash on your furry litt- wait, only I have furry legs. So... I guess that I'm wrong about that one. Never mind that. Barnaby, unable to walk like a normal human because of the way his legs work (quite similar to a goat's, but on a short, dark haired kid in a beanie), looked the part of a fool as he traipsed around the old swings and monkey-bars. Barnaby had been so serious lately. And serious was never fun! Human schooling was hard, but the gods had gifted him with a knack for picking up things at an incredible rate. After the school days, he took the train back and tried to do his homework. Between that and investigating the rumblings, he hadn't any time to just let go. That was about to change today. "There's a see-saw? SCORE!" After pumping his arm in a celebratory manner he had observed some students do, Barnaby ran over and climbed on the device. After a moment to make sure his beanie covered the tiny nubs of horns on his head, He pushed off with his fake human feet. He was up! And then he was down. I think I need another person.... Just in coincidence, the figure of a person could be seen through the fog. That was good enough for Barnaby, so he jumped off of the see-saw and hobbled over to the person. "Hey! Hey! Do you wanna help me out with something real quick? It'll just be like five minutes... come on, it'll be fun!" You could say that Barnaby didn't understand all of the human world yet, or he would have been a bit more reserved and cautious. [/style][classy=frame]To crawl home safe inside...[/classy]

[style=font-family:ms gothic; font-size:12px;]made by RIVER! - he got GANGNAM STYLE[/style]

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[BARNABY MAXWELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:100px; background-color:#dedede;][atrb=vAlign, top][style=border:10px solid #eee; margin:7px; margin-top:-1px;][style=opacity:0.8][/style][/style][style=text-align:left; margin:5px; font-family:georgia; text-transform:lowercase; line-height:20px; font-size:27px; color:#444; letter-spacing:-3px;]Talking, playing after hours, Time is bending outward. I'm falling to my knees...[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:300px; background-color:#dedede;][atrb=vAlign, top][style=margin:10px; margin-top:-1px; background-color:#eee; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; color:#3d3d3d; font-size:10px; border-bottom:4px solid #3d3d3d; padding:4px;] Barnaby waas so excited to meet the new person, he could hardly stand still! It didn't matter if they wanted to help or not, there would be more willing people to come along. New faces were always a joy though. Each one created for a specific purpose, each heart going through a myriad of emotions. Humans, though kind of depressing, were still wondrous creatures. The females didn't have hairy legs... now that was strange. Once Barnaby had asked one why, and they just gave him a weird stare. Oh well. The girl, shorter than him, didn't seem to really understand what he was asking. That was a shame. Barnaby both wanted to hug her for it and be saddened. Instead, he opened his mouth to reply to the girl, bouncing on his heels, but she was on the move. Whoa! Where is she going? Di- She's going to the see saw? But I didn't even tell her what I wanted help on! Maybe she likes those things... or maybe she saw me be a complete fail on them! Oh no, what if I blew my cover, what if I'll have to relocate and get plastic surgery an-, but the sudden wind roaming across the park cut Barnaby's frantic thoughts off. The gods want me to go forward with this. I can feel it in my hooves. So Barnaby stumbled forward, following the girl as she sat down on the wooden plank. What, never been on a see-saw? Barnaby cross his arms like he'd seen several teens in Gravity Falls do. "What? I HAVE been on a see-saw before! It's a classic part of the mortal childhood culture!" But the little smile tugging at his lips blew out of proportion, so he gave a good chuckle and sat down opposite of the girl, feel the weight shift on something he learned was called the fulcrum. "Laugh, why would I laugh?! You haven't done anything to require noises of humor yet! Just wait 'til you see me on the darned thing...unless... you have already. Uhm, err...." Barnaby rubbed the back of his head. He had solved the problem of needing a second person, but he still didn't know how to work the thing. Did they both call out a chant, or sing a song? "What... uhm... how do we start the thing? I can sing a nice little folk song if you want me to... does that start these things?" [/style][classy=frame]To crawl home safe inside...[/classy]

[style=font-family:ms gothic; font-size:12px;]made by RIVER! - he got GANGNAM STYLE[/style]

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