doin my best to revive this place ig. I don't really come here often anymore. also I drew this! his name is Myles and I love him

(Cutiepieeeee! I'ma use a modern AU of Javert from Les Mis for this, if that's ok w you! basically, he's just a normal police officer who doesn't know sh!t abt aliens)
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*Chief Police Officer Javert's eyes narrowed, the mismatch irises cold as he observed the scene. slightly shocking next to each other but beautiful on their own; the left one colored like a frozen pond,the palest of blues - so pale, in fact, that it almost looked white. The right one the color of fresh pine needles, a dark green flecked with little bits of brown and even little flecks of gold. On their own, they would’ve been captivating . . . *
*Together, they looked otherworldly. Ethereal. Inhuman, even*
*The Romani man's dark skin had continued to change even as he was simply in M-Ser-M, the once tiny speckles of white having grown into more spot-like patches. Now, instead of looking like he’d had little flecks of white paint splattered on his nose and cheeks, Javert’s face more resembled a fawn’s spots- except, unlike a fawn, his simply grew more present as he got older instead of disappearing. His hair had more than one white streak in it now, and the eyelashes on his left eye (the blue one) had turned white as well.*

Javert: *walking over* Oi, you can't graffiti on here, this is a government building- . . . eh? *Javert stopped up on taking a closer look at Myles, blinking in surprise*

(Yeahhhh that's fine!! forgot there were theater kids here lol.)

*Myles jumped, turning around in surprise. An inhabitant of earth? To him, humans looked like strange creatures. He didn't even know they were called humans. Why was he approaching him and talking to him? He slowly put the spray can down, putting his hands up slightly. He looked scared.*

Myles: "What.. what are you..? And... who are you..? And... what's a graffiti..?"

(hehehe, yeyyyyy)

*Javert blinked, shaking his head a little in disbelief before a large shape lunged for Myles*
Javert: Gymont! *the officer grabbed the police dog, who barked at Myles and whined as it tried to get out of its handler's grip* Gymont, heel. it's fine. *Javert looked back up at Myles and tilted his head* I'm Police Officer Javert, I work with the law. and, uh, what're you?

*Myles jumped back before hiding behind something. He didn't know what that thing was or if it was dangerous. When he saw Javert grab the dog, he slowly came out from his hiding place.*

Myles: "I'm Myles. And I'm an o'sirnian."

*Myles fidgeted with his antennas a bit.*

(lwk had the urge to capitalize the tenna in antenna because... deltrun*

(I've never actually played Deltarun TwT)

*Javert blinked, opening his mouth as if to say something before closing it again and thinking*
Javert: . . . Pardon? *Gymont wriggled in Javert's grip, the the Rom held the dog firmly* You're a what?

Myles: "I'm... from the planet called... o'sirna? It... exploded recently, though.."

*Javert raised an eyebrow, blue and green eyes narrowed slightly and his face set in a deep frown*
Javert: uh-huh, riiiiiight. ok, why don't you come with me, we'll sit in my cruiser, and then we can have a talk. ok? *Gymont had stopped growling by now, taking the opportunity to wriggle out of Javert's arms and bolt over to Myles" Oi! Gymont! "the dog immediately started sniffing the little alien boy, his wet nose nudging at Myles's sides and shirt before the dog sat down and barked once. Javert facepalmed and stood up* Sacré bleu- Gymont *Gymont whined and didn't move, making Javert roll his eyes and walk over* I'm sorry, Monsieur Myles. clearly this dumb animal finds you incredibly interesting *the officer grabbed Gymont's harness and narrowing his eyes slightly at Myles* You don't have any illegal substances on you, do you?

(Thanks for trying to revive the stream! I'm trying to as well.)

Jackson: *he lets out a shrill whistle* "Hey kid. What do you think your doing?"

*Myles turned around. He looked at the officer, confused.*

Myles: "I’m… doing art..? Is that… not good..?"

*his face softened ever so slightly*
Jackson: "Don't get me wrong, looks great. But we can't paint anywhere, some people frown upon it."

Myles: "Why would they not like art..? Are they just miserable..?"

*He didn’t really understand.*

*he took a few steps closer*
Jackson: "Hey, I don't make the rules kid-" *he chuckles* "Id say we are pretty miserable..."

Myles: "Oh. That’s… unfortunate. Why are you guys miserable..?"

Jackson: "That.... Is a question even I don't know the answer to."

Myles: "Oh."

Jackson: "Look, you seem innocent enough. Ill let you off with a warning."

Myles: "A... warning? Like..."

Jackson: "As in your not going to get in trouble."

The Beheaded:
*does graffiti as well*

*Myles stares at the graffiti The Beheaded was doing.*

The Beheaded:
"Ah, hello peasant! I didn't see you there, do you like what I drew?" *he shows a graffiti drawing of a stick figure version of himself holding a sword surrounded by fire*

Myles: "It's... interesting."

The Beheaded:
*scratches his shoulder and tilts his head* "Well, drawing isn't really my strong suit, but I saw you doing it and I thought I'd join in! What did you draw?"

*Myles looked back at his graffiti. It was just some... human food. One looked like a burger, one looked like chips, and the other one was a soda can. It was really detailed too.*

The Beheaded:
*puts a thumb up and nods*
"Ah yes, that's.. very.. good!"

Myles: "I... don't exactly know what these things are called though. I found them in one of those huge green rectangular bins over there and decided to just paint what I saw."

The Beheaded:
"That's a thing you call... Food."

Myles: "Humans... throw away food instead of eating it..? Why?"

*He was... confused. Were they ungreatful or something?*

The Beheaded:
"Beats me, but I'm starting to get hungry!" *he takes a half eaten burger from the trash can and burns it with his flame head*