Introduction
You know all those 'natural' disasters? Earth quakes, tornadoes, floods. You know; Mother Nature's work. You didn't really think it was some freak accident, right? Just some plates shifting under the ground? You didn't really believe that, did you? That it couldn’t have been prevented?
Oh, you did?
Hah! I guess you humans do only use 50% of your brain. So much potential gone to waste. I guess that’s why we were created then, yes?
So Natural Disasters. That was actually all our doing. I’d like to say there was a highly important, and very necessary reason behind it all, but there wasn’t. In fact, it was for our own amusement. Call it sick, but try imagining how all of you humans hover around that big screen TV to watch football. That’s kind of what its like to us. Ah, well; was.
Looking back on it now, I see how wrong we were in that. Even if the ‘looking back’ part, was only last week. Whatever. We’re smart, alright? We know what we’re doing. But your kind.. Humans. Just a confused, chaotic mess, you are. Lucky for you guys; we’re willing to help you. Well, most of us were. That is until your government decided to take action and hunt us down like dogs. We are illegal aliens to you. I guess--in your minds--your in the right trying to hunt us down. We are the reason for so many fatalities.
But we tried to make peace, even if there was no war. We wanted to be friends. My kind wanted to know how you humans worked, because honestly; the human race is truly magnificent. But under all that is a truly ugly side, and you’ve been flaunting it for far too long. We should’ve known. Seen it. A major flaw in our race; the difference between right or wrong.
But we didn’t, and we showed ourselves to you. We came to your home planet, Earth, and attempted to make peace. You--to our surprise--rejected immediately. Your planet panicked. In fact, your still panicking, because underneath all the security and behind brick walls is corruption and something our race has yet to come to terms with. We don’t want to. We’d like to leave.
But we can’t, because you’ve destroyed every last piece of our ships. But we’re smart. We make do, and now we are discreetly living among you. Not many of us are trapped here on earth, but obviously enough to cause fear among your race. Our kind will come to bring us back soon.
Seven years in human time, to be exact.
To Straighten Up
So just in case your a little slow,(like me) Or just don't feel like re-reading that for the details, this is basically whats up:
"Aliens" have 'invaded' earth, as is being said on international news. These 'Aliens' mean no harm. They're basically humans, but advanced and pyschically speaking; flawless. They came to earth to come clean about their 'sick games'. ('Natural disasters' that they have caused on earth.) But instead of taking it as a peace offering, Earth has taken it as an act of war, or whatever. So now these aliens are scattered around the UK--where they just so happened to land. They're pretty much trapped, the army destroying their ships, until the rest of their kind returns for them. Which will be in about seven years. So for now; they're secretly living among everyone, posing as humans. They're being hunted, falling in love, and some--though rare--are causing havoc as revenge. See the problem?
Quick Facts (must read)
+ It's a week into the Alien's arrival.
+ 'Aliens' do not drink or eat, or put any substance in their mouth. They will get sick, and potentially die if swallowed.
+ 'Aliens' have a major flaw: difficulty in knowing the difference between right and wrong.
+ 'Aliens' emotions aren't as complex as humans, nor is the thought process. (Keep in mind; over time, they might pick up habits while with humans.)
+ Humans can't tell if someone is an 'Alien' or not. Though they will most likely notice their flawless appearence.
+ 'Aliens' don't have any special abilities, only higher intelligence.
+ Keep in mind the Aliens may not want to fall in love, because they'll be leaving in the near future. (Just a conflict idea..)
+ Aliens have taken on a new identity and place to live. (They have ways; High intelligence! )
"Aliens"
- (Reserved for GentleTouchxox)
- Eli Ronn ~ I can live with bruised hands.
- (Reserved for silverclawedmouse)
- (Reserved for kelsiikhaos)
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Humans
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- Nalin Spear ~ ..Stained finger tips and a voice thats lost its destination.
- Kia Caris Fridell Tornquist ~ Broken glass glittered and paper cuts stung.
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Oh, you did?
Hah! I guess you humans do only use 50% of your brain. So much potential gone to waste. I guess that’s why we were created then, yes?
So Natural Disasters. That was actually all our doing. I’d like to say there was a highly important, and very necessary reason behind it all, but there wasn’t. In fact, it was for our own amusement. Call it sick, but try imagining how all of you humans hover around that big screen TV to watch football. That’s kind of what its like to us. Ah, well; was.
Looking back on it now, I see how wrong we were in that. Even if the ‘looking back’ part, was only last week. Whatever. We’re smart, alright? We know what we’re doing. But your kind.. Humans. Just a confused, chaotic mess, you are. Lucky for you guys; we’re willing to help you. Well, most of us were. That is until your government decided to take action and hunt us down like dogs. We are illegal aliens to you. I guess--in your minds--your in the right trying to hunt us down. We are the reason for so many fatalities.
But we tried to make peace, even if there was no war. We wanted to be friends. My kind wanted to know how you humans worked, because honestly; the human race is truly magnificent. But under all that is a truly ugly side, and you’ve been flaunting it for far too long. We should’ve known. Seen it. A major flaw in our race; the difference between right or wrong.
But we didn’t, and we showed ourselves to you. We came to your home planet, Earth, and attempted to make peace. You--to our surprise--rejected immediately. Your planet panicked. In fact, your still panicking, because underneath all the security and behind brick walls is corruption and something our race has yet to come to terms with. We don’t want to. We’d like to leave.
But we can’t, because you’ve destroyed every last piece of our ships. But we’re smart. We make do, and now we are discreetly living among you. Not many of us are trapped here on earth, but obviously enough to cause fear among your race. Our kind will come to bring us back soon.
Seven years in human time, to be exact.
To Straighten Up
So just in case your a little slow,(like me) Or just don't feel like re-reading that for the details, this is basically whats up:
"Aliens" have 'invaded' earth, as is being said on international news. These 'Aliens' mean no harm. They're basically humans, but advanced and pyschically speaking; flawless. They came to earth to come clean about their 'sick games'. ('Natural disasters' that they have caused on earth.) But instead of taking it as a peace offering, Earth has taken it as an act of war, or whatever. So now these aliens are scattered around the UK--where they just so happened to land. They're pretty much trapped, the army destroying their ships, until the rest of their kind returns for them. Which will be in about seven years. So for now; they're secretly living among everyone, posing as humans. They're being hunted, falling in love, and some--though rare--are causing havoc as revenge. See the problem?
Quick Facts (must read)
+ It's a week into the Alien's arrival.
+ 'Aliens' do not drink or eat, or put any substance in their mouth. They will get sick, and potentially die if swallowed.
+ 'Aliens' have a major flaw: difficulty in knowing the difference between right and wrong.
+ 'Aliens' emotions aren't as complex as humans, nor is the thought process. (Keep in mind; over time, they might pick up habits while with humans.)
+ Humans can't tell if someone is an 'Alien' or not. Though they will most likely notice their flawless appearence.
+ 'Aliens' don't have any special abilities, only higher intelligence.
+ Keep in mind the Aliens may not want to fall in love, because they'll be leaving in the near future. (Just a conflict idea..)
+ Aliens have taken on a new identity and place to live. (They have ways; High intelligence! )
"Aliens"
- (Reserved for GentleTouchxox)
- Eli Ronn ~ I can live with bruised hands.
- (Reserved for silverclawedmouse)
- (Reserved for kelsiikhaos)
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Humans
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- Nalin Spear ~ ..Stained finger tips and a voice thats lost its destination.
- Kia Caris Fridell Tornquist ~ Broken glass glittered and paper cuts stung.
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Nalin Spear should have never gotten on that bus. He should have listened to his friend’s drunken--but rightful--slurs, because now he was in an abandoned bar, with not even a bartender to pretend to be interested in. “It’s my break time,” but that was thirty minutes ago. As if the bartender would give him anything but a glass of cold water anyway; he was under aged. Under aged and stuck in the city.
And despite all this; the haunted bar only looked more appealing with each missed call. He had went from two missed calls to nine, steadily racking the numbers up. He couldn’t say he felt anything other than satisfaction--dejection rubbing off with every added number on the screen. It served the bastard right; Nalin’s head was still throbbing.
“You still here, kid?”
He dragged his gaze away from the screen and looked up at the owner of the voice. A young lady with faux blonde hair. She wore a dragon tattoo that peeked out from the sleeves of her mid-thigh dress. He noticed the dress more than the tattoo.
“Still here.” He replied bitterly, and brought his half-assed attention back to the ever changing screen on his phone. She didn’t ask if he was going to answer it. They both knew he wasn’t.
The bartender shook her head, making her way across the bar to click on the TV before returning to her original spot behind the counter. She upped the volume. No one else was in the bar but Nalin, anyway. He didn’t mind.
“..all airports. All borders have been closed to insure that no one is to be let out of the UK. We can assure the people of the..” Nalin tuned it out from there.
Maybe if he hadn’t gotten in a fight with his friend, Charles, he might care that supposed Aliens were wondering about in London. He might’ve asked for the Bartender to put the volume up a little more, or had a not-so-in-depth conversation about it with her.
But he did get in that fight, and he didn’t care about Aliens or whatever the fuck they were more than the way the Bartender’s red roots were showing in her faux blonde hair. He didn’t care about anything but Ashley, and she was gone now, because not only was she somewhere in New York, but there was no way she was coming back anytime soon. They had closed all airports, and no planes were coming in or out of the UK. Not that she wanted to come back, anyway. Besides, the whole ordeal was probably just some fake-out so the news channel could get higher ratings. Wouldn’t that be a laugh?
“Cigarette?” The bartender asked, giving it to him anyway.
“Yeah, sure.” He murmured, letting her light it. After a moment, the bartender --that Nalin would eventually find out to be named Brandi-- spoke.
“Usually we’re pretty busy by this time,” She said, seeming as if she was speaking to no one in particular. “But that invasion shit--” She shook her head and tapped her cigarette against an ashtray “--It’s got everybody hiding. They think it’s the end of the world, or some crazy shit.”
Nalin didn’t reply, he just nodded one time; acknowledgement for her to know that he had been listening. She continued,
“Sometimes I close my eyes, figuring that when I open them this was all some sort of hallucination, and I’ll wake up on the bathroom floor and it’ll all be good--I’ll have business again.”
She laughed a little bit. A light, nervous laugh.
“But when I open them, everything is the same. My bar’s empty, and I know some day--if this continues--I’ll go bankrupt, or in debt. ..It’s like some nightmare you can’t wake up from, you know?”
Nalin took a long drag of his cigarette, "I know."
And despite all this; the haunted bar only looked more appealing with each missed call. He had went from two missed calls to nine, steadily racking the numbers up. He couldn’t say he felt anything other than satisfaction--dejection rubbing off with every added number on the screen. It served the bastard right; Nalin’s head was still throbbing.
“You still here, kid?”
He dragged his gaze away from the screen and looked up at the owner of the voice. A young lady with faux blonde hair. She wore a dragon tattoo that peeked out from the sleeves of her mid-thigh dress. He noticed the dress more than the tattoo.
“Still here.” He replied bitterly, and brought his half-assed attention back to the ever changing screen on his phone. She didn’t ask if he was going to answer it. They both knew he wasn’t.
The bartender shook her head, making her way across the bar to click on the TV before returning to her original spot behind the counter. She upped the volume. No one else was in the bar but Nalin, anyway. He didn’t mind.
“..all airports. All borders have been closed to insure that no one is to be let out of the UK. We can assure the people of the..” Nalin tuned it out from there.
Maybe if he hadn’t gotten in a fight with his friend, Charles, he might care that supposed Aliens were wondering about in London. He might’ve asked for the Bartender to put the volume up a little more, or had a not-so-in-depth conversation about it with her.
But he did get in that fight, and he didn’t care about Aliens or whatever the fuck they were more than the way the Bartender’s red roots were showing in her faux blonde hair. He didn’t care about anything but Ashley, and she was gone now, because not only was she somewhere in New York, but there was no way she was coming back anytime soon. They had closed all airports, and no planes were coming in or out of the UK. Not that she wanted to come back, anyway. Besides, the whole ordeal was probably just some fake-out so the news channel could get higher ratings. Wouldn’t that be a laugh?
“Cigarette?” The bartender asked, giving it to him anyway.
“Yeah, sure.” He murmured, letting her light it. After a moment, the bartender --that Nalin would eventually find out to be named Brandi-- spoke.
“Usually we’re pretty busy by this time,” She said, seeming as if she was speaking to no one in particular. “But that invasion shit--” She shook her head and tapped her cigarette against an ashtray “--It’s got everybody hiding. They think it’s the end of the world, or some crazy shit.”
Nalin didn’t reply, he just nodded one time; acknowledgement for her to know that he had been listening. She continued,
“Sometimes I close my eyes, figuring that when I open them this was all some sort of hallucination, and I’ll wake up on the bathroom floor and it’ll all be good--I’ll have business again.”
She laughed a little bit. A light, nervous laugh.
“But when I open them, everything is the same. My bar’s empty, and I know some day--if this continues--I’ll go bankrupt, or in debt. ..It’s like some nightmare you can’t wake up from, you know?”
Nalin took a long drag of his cigarette, "I know."
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Gregory Janssen often called Doctor Janssen or Mister Greg depending on who was asking the very lovely question. One couldn’t ask me though because my answer will always change no matter if you ask me now or you ask me an hour from now. You could ask me now and then five minutes from now and my answer would be different – similarity and repetitive actions are boring. Today I’m calling him Gory because I find it hilarious every time his hazel eyes flit with this annoyance towards me even though I know he secretly loves me. “Gory, do you have any lollipops? Kia’s feeling for a lollipop right now. Preferably a red one. Or a blue one! He like those blue ones.” I hold back a giggle when he lifts his eyes to me and sighs like a big old man who has seen one too many things. I don’t know when I picked it up but one day I just suddenly decided I was going to start speaking in third person because first person is so conventional. Second person, oh I would love to try that one day.
“Caris,” - I told him to call me that – “you know I don’t have any lollipops. Can you be serious for one moment?” he asks and I do nothing but beam and kick my legs under my chair. Swinging them back and forth and back and forth with my hands palm down on the chair under my thighs. “Alright. Tell me about what you did yesterday.”
“Kia’s not so sure you want to hear about yesterday. He did some bad things Gory, some very bad things.” And I nodded to my own words and even added a m’hm as if it made it more true. His eyes weren’t joking and I know that he gets frustrated with me. He said at nineteen I should be acting like and adult instead of like a child but I don’t really see what he sees; I’m fine. I have a job, I pay bills and taxes and I take care of my dog Fiddle. “Fine. He’ll tell you even though you won’t like it. Kia was hanging out with some friends and went over to one of their houses and participated in what they like to call ‘shooting up’ Gory.” I made the quotations in the air as I said the last two words since it seemed necessary. He rolled his eyes like he usually does and jotted down something on that really nice clipboard of his that I want so badly it hurts me in my chest every time I look at it. I’m jealous.
Gregory looks me right in the eyes (my eyes are amber) and says words he always says when I tell him that I’ve done something bad. “Don’t lie Caris. I’ve told you that too many times. We need honesty in this room. Did you really do drugs with your friends?” The obvious answer is not I did not because I’m terrified of being hurt almost as much as I’m terrified of being found by authoritative figures. I let people run my life I’ll admit. I’m too much of a wimp to fight back anyway.
So instead of doing the right thing and answering I giggle and sit on the edge of my chair all excited like. “Do you believe what they’re saying? About the aliens? Gosh, if they were real Kia’s first wish would be to meet one. He wonders what they’re like. Are they friendly? He knows that the media says they cause all those accidents but is it true? Oh this is so exciting don’t you think Gory? Kia bets they just want to be friends with everyone and live happy lives with us. Why are people so evil to people who are different? Like with Kia?” I poked a finger at my chest just to make sure he knew that I was talking about myself and not someone else with the same name. “Just because he’s Swedish people make fun of him all the time in class. So rude. Humans are rude. The whole lot of them. Evil, twisted, self-interested little fucks who give a shit about no one but themselves and what affects them,” I continued not really caring if Gregory Janssen was even listening to me anymore. I knew he was, he has too because it’s his job and I’m pouring out my psyche right now. With my brightest smile in place I lifted a hand to tug at the ponytail sitting against the back of my head. “Kia hates humans.” That got his pen moving really quickly and I pushed myself out of my seat.
“You see Gory, humans are all born with selfish intentions and selfish needs in their hearts. No one can deny this for the instant a baby is born it wants food, love, attention and someone to take care of it. It doesn’t care for the needs of its mother or the fact that it affects everyone in the house with its selfish crying. Oh no. Because Gory, we are all born to look out for ourselves. We destroy everything in our path should that mean reaching the fictional golden chalice at the end of the tunnel. Kia hates this. He even hates himself. We’re a virus, a destructive force of nature that chews up and spits out everything we come in contact with. We use up what we can in one place and instead of dying we move to another place and do this all over again. But, Gory, what will we do when we’ve run out of trees to cut down, water to drink, food to eat and fuel to burn? We’ll end up wiping our own race out. The Aliens, they’re trying to show us this. Show us how self destructive we are. We just don’t want to listen and that right there is our problem – we refuse to listen to our own faults.” I drape my arms over his shoulders and manoeuvre my head so my lips are by his ear and I sigh. “Don’t you think so?”
The jump I feel against my forearms makes me smile. “Are you nervous Gory? Don’t be. Kia just wants to give you a big hug.” And so I hug him because I’m not a liar and when I say something I do it.
“Caris, have you been taking the medication I prescribed to you?” he asks in this worried tone. He says I either have bi-polar disorder or multiple personalities. Funny thing is, I remember everything I do every moment of the day but I’ll let him have his fun.
“No. The pills were such a boring colour. Kia wants to be colourful on the inside.” The chime of my wrist watch breaks through his stunned silence and I laugh on my way to the door. “He’ll see you next week Gory. Try and find more colourful pills until then,” I say before I slip out the door. I wink at him first before I shut it and on my way to the door wave cheerfully at his receptionist who had asked me to have dinner with her on Friday. I believe she may be two years older than me but I can’t quite remember her age so I always assume she’s twenty. She’s not twenty-five so she must be between those two ages. “Kia’ll see you on Friday at seven right Serena?”
She has really pretty black/blue hair and dark blue eyes that create a pretty picture with that light cream skin of hers. I want to paint on it – the perfect canvas I think. I’d paint with red because she always looks so good when she wears red. “Yes! I’ll see you then Chet,” she says in this nice husky voice that reminds me of my mom. Too bad she left after that man painted her all red. My mom looked really nice in red too.
I pull out my phone and dial the number of the only friend I have that hasn’t tried to inject me with a gold liquid inside a syringe. Not yet anyway. “Pick up Nalin.” Gregory says all my friends are dangerous and a bad pressure on my already fragile state of mind. I don’t get it. My mind isn’t fragile and Nalin isn’t bad or dangerous – he just lives that way. I like Nalin. He’s the safest of all my friends.
“Caris,” - I told him to call me that – “you know I don’t have any lollipops. Can you be serious for one moment?” he asks and I do nothing but beam and kick my legs under my chair. Swinging them back and forth and back and forth with my hands palm down on the chair under my thighs. “Alright. Tell me about what you did yesterday.”
“Kia’s not so sure you want to hear about yesterday. He did some bad things Gory, some very bad things.” And I nodded to my own words and even added a m’hm as if it made it more true. His eyes weren’t joking and I know that he gets frustrated with me. He said at nineteen I should be acting like and adult instead of like a child but I don’t really see what he sees; I’m fine. I have a job, I pay bills and taxes and I take care of my dog Fiddle. “Fine. He’ll tell you even though you won’t like it. Kia was hanging out with some friends and went over to one of their houses and participated in what they like to call ‘shooting up’ Gory.” I made the quotations in the air as I said the last two words since it seemed necessary. He rolled his eyes like he usually does and jotted down something on that really nice clipboard of his that I want so badly it hurts me in my chest every time I look at it. I’m jealous.
Gregory looks me right in the eyes (my eyes are amber) and says words he always says when I tell him that I’ve done something bad. “Don’t lie Caris. I’ve told you that too many times. We need honesty in this room. Did you really do drugs with your friends?” The obvious answer is not I did not because I’m terrified of being hurt almost as much as I’m terrified of being found by authoritative figures. I let people run my life I’ll admit. I’m too much of a wimp to fight back anyway.
So instead of doing the right thing and answering I giggle and sit on the edge of my chair all excited like. “Do you believe what they’re saying? About the aliens? Gosh, if they were real Kia’s first wish would be to meet one. He wonders what they’re like. Are they friendly? He knows that the media says they cause all those accidents but is it true? Oh this is so exciting don’t you think Gory? Kia bets they just want to be friends with everyone and live happy lives with us. Why are people so evil to people who are different? Like with Kia?” I poked a finger at my chest just to make sure he knew that I was talking about myself and not someone else with the same name. “Just because he’s Swedish people make fun of him all the time in class. So rude. Humans are rude. The whole lot of them. Evil, twisted, self-interested little fucks who give a shit about no one but themselves and what affects them,” I continued not really caring if Gregory Janssen was even listening to me anymore. I knew he was, he has too because it’s his job and I’m pouring out my psyche right now. With my brightest smile in place I lifted a hand to tug at the ponytail sitting against the back of my head. “Kia hates humans.” That got his pen moving really quickly and I pushed myself out of my seat.
“You see Gory, humans are all born with selfish intentions and selfish needs in their hearts. No one can deny this for the instant a baby is born it wants food, love, attention and someone to take care of it. It doesn’t care for the needs of its mother or the fact that it affects everyone in the house with its selfish crying. Oh no. Because Gory, we are all born to look out for ourselves. We destroy everything in our path should that mean reaching the fictional golden chalice at the end of the tunnel. Kia hates this. He even hates himself. We’re a virus, a destructive force of nature that chews up and spits out everything we come in contact with. We use up what we can in one place and instead of dying we move to another place and do this all over again. But, Gory, what will we do when we’ve run out of trees to cut down, water to drink, food to eat and fuel to burn? We’ll end up wiping our own race out. The Aliens, they’re trying to show us this. Show us how self destructive we are. We just don’t want to listen and that right there is our problem – we refuse to listen to our own faults.” I drape my arms over his shoulders and manoeuvre my head so my lips are by his ear and I sigh. “Don’t you think so?”
The jump I feel against my forearms makes me smile. “Are you nervous Gory? Don’t be. Kia just wants to give you a big hug.” And so I hug him because I’m not a liar and when I say something I do it.
“Caris, have you been taking the medication I prescribed to you?” he asks in this worried tone. He says I either have bi-polar disorder or multiple personalities. Funny thing is, I remember everything I do every moment of the day but I’ll let him have his fun.
“No. The pills were such a boring colour. Kia wants to be colourful on the inside.” The chime of my wrist watch breaks through his stunned silence and I laugh on my way to the door. “He’ll see you next week Gory. Try and find more colourful pills until then,” I say before I slip out the door. I wink at him first before I shut it and on my way to the door wave cheerfully at his receptionist who had asked me to have dinner with her on Friday. I believe she may be two years older than me but I can’t quite remember her age so I always assume she’s twenty. She’s not twenty-five so she must be between those two ages. “Kia’ll see you on Friday at seven right Serena?”
She has really pretty black/blue hair and dark blue eyes that create a pretty picture with that light cream skin of hers. I want to paint on it – the perfect canvas I think. I’d paint with red because she always looks so good when she wears red. “Yes! I’ll see you then Chet,” she says in this nice husky voice that reminds me of my mom. Too bad she left after that man painted her all red. My mom looked really nice in red too.
I pull out my phone and dial the number of the only friend I have that hasn’t tried to inject me with a gold liquid inside a syringe. Not yet anyway. “Pick up Nalin.” Gregory says all my friends are dangerous and a bad pressure on my already fragile state of mind. I don’t get it. My mind isn’t fragile and Nalin isn’t bad or dangerous – he just lives that way. I like Nalin. He’s the safest of all my friends.
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Natalie held the tired Taylor in her as she rocked back in forth, watching the news. "There have been no signs of the aliens and most of the information about them have been counted as classified; therefore, the public of London does not know much about these and it has been said that they may not know until experimentation have been taken place. If you see these 'aliens', please contact this number; XXX-XX-XXXX. Though, debations have been made by many people by these 'aliens." A video of people who stand around some place holding up signs that said many things. Before the news could even continue, Natalie turned the TV to a different channel. "Sissy, what if mummy and daddy are the aliens? Didn't you say that mummy and daddy went to visit the stars? What if they returned?" Taylor spoke in mumbles, too tired to even speak properly.
"That way, sissy would be happy too, if mummy and daddy came back right? Sissy could go back studying animals and be happy again.." She said, burrying her nose into Natalie's shirt. Natalie smiled a weak smile before walking towards her room, opening the door, causing Mickey to shoot out of the room and towards the apartment balcony. "Don't be silly, Taylor. I am always happy as long as I got you." She said, laying her down in the bed. Taylor looked at her all wide-eyed. "So did mummy and daddy come back from the stars?" She asked, as Natalie gave her Taylor's teddy bear. Natalie just smiled before shrugging. "Maybe, if they did, then they would come back. Im sure of it." She said in a soothing voice. "Will you help the people who come from the stars if they come here?" Taylor said, closing her eyes slightly, cuddling her teddy.
Natalie really didn't want much to do with it, and knew she wouldn't, no, scratch that, couldn't get involved with this thing; it was impossible. Though, she smiled and nodded. "Promise?" Taylor said, shifting to her right as Natalie gave her kiss. "Promise." She said, walking out to the barking and scratching Mickey. "What is it boy? Want out?" She said, opening the back door as the Shiba swarmed outside and started to sniff its pee mat before Natalie closed the door. "What a weird dog." She said, hearing the door bell ring; she walked over towards it, opening it to see the babysitter. "Hey Holly." Natalie said, opening it to allow her in. "Hello Natalie. Is she already asleep?" She asked, looking around to see if there was a running and playing Taylor. "Ya, it was a long day for her.Apparently, she got in trouble with some kids. She beat them up after they took her toy." Natalie laughed nervously as Holly laugh as well.
Well, thanks again Holly; you know, for babysitting her for free." She smiled as Holly waved her hand in the air, as if shooing her away. "Don't worry about it. What are friends for?" She said smiling, watching Natalie grab her purse and walk out, waving bye to Holly. Natalie locked the door before pressing the down button on the elevator. It was odd; everything was going on, aliens are invading, everyone is a little shook up about this, and yet, here is Natalie, acting as if it is a normal day and going to work just to try to make a living. She started to wonder if the aliens where all that bad; if they where, why weren't they attacking? Sure, she probably said she wanted nothing to do with this mess the world had gotten itself in but it is just human to be curious about the unknown.
She walked into the elevator once it opened and pressed the button with the L on it, standing for lobby, which was just a area with a desk in it and a couch. That was about it for the lobby. She leaned against the elevator side walls as it lowered itself down until the bing went off and the doors opened; it always smelt funny in both, the elevator and lobby. She walked out, putting her small purse that was only big enough to carry a phone and some money and ID around her shoulder. If someone stole it, they would be very disappointed to what they might fine, since she didn't have a cell phone and the only thing that was in it was a ten dollar bill and a bus card. She left her bank card and ID at home and only carried it when she knew she was going somewhere that required.She walked out of the apartment and towards the bus stop to stand there and wait.
Another funny thing that came to mind was that any of these people around her could be aliens; how do they know that those batch of aliens weren't the only ones? It was kind of weird that humans had always thought that they where suppeiror; Natalie had always thought that humans where quite weak, even though she was one herself. A single bullet or knife could end their life; one more drink or two more steps could shatter their world. It was weird, when her father was alive, she had always remembered the saying he flaunted around; she loved the saying and almost went by its every meaning to it.'The world is a delusion, therefore does not exist, only in our imagination, something our brains where programmed to do.' Her head repeated it over and over again.
Ever since she had heard that there was aliens on this earth, her mind had almost been wrapped around that saying. What if these aliens could see the world for its true self? Something that humans could not see, like how the world truly is, or how to break this wonderful illusion called life. Maybe she was over thinking this? Still, it was always fun to imagine. She looked up to see the bus stop infront of her and open its doors. She walked into it and sat down in a one seater and looked out the window. Her eyes started to follow the black pavement as the bus took speed and started to drive. She sat there, thinking about the saying and how it was related to these aliens; her mind in a full blown dyet, she knew that this was all in her head, so you could say that her feet where fully on the ground.
It was about fifteen minutes until she got off the bus and walked into Barb's Diner; it was a very good cafe that had very tasty food and sometimes, when she had extra money, she would take Taylor down here to eat some dinner. Taylor enjoyed their ribs and would even make a mess of her outfit that she wore; Natalie walked towards the girl's locker room of the diner and changed into her uniform and switched shifts with another girl who was working. Her black long hair was pulled back into a messy bun as she wore the traditional pink and white cafe uniform that was worn in the olden days; the ones where the girls would deliver food on roller blades. She stood at the front as an old couple walked in. She smiled nicely as she led them to their tables. "Hello, my name is Natalie and I will be your server today; what would you like to drink?"
"I would have some hot tea." The man answered before the woman nodded. "Me too." Natalie smiled and wrote down their drinks before walking towards the back and put the order ticket on the top of the counter. A slender man with red hair and yellow eyes looked at the ticket. "Hello Nia~" His voice sang as he grabbed the ticket. "Hello Martin." She said, leaning against the counter as he filled the cooking pot with some water and sat and let it boil. "You working extra hours today?" He asked, putting the tea bags into the small coffee cups. "Ya, Im trying to earn sixty three bucks by the end of this month. Rent is killing me; if I don't pay it soon, the manager is going to skin me alive." She said, doodling on the order tickets. Martin watched her doodle before the pot's timer went off and he started to pour the tea into the coffee cups.
"Hey now, don't doodle on them, we need those ya know?" He said teasingly as he put the cups on the tray and put lemon slices on the sides of the cups. Natalie grabbed the tray and made her way towards the table. She put the cups down and smiled, "Have you decided on what you want to eat?" She asked with a friendly smile. "Yes, I will have the sloppy joe, and my wife will have the fish and chips." He said, as she wrote them down on the ticket she doodled on. "Mmkay, it that all?" She asked before the couple nodded their heads no and she smiled before walking off. "So, have you heard about them aliens? Pretty wild eh?" Martin said, grabbing the ticket and started to toast the bread and cook the sloppy joe. "Eh, Im not too worried about it. You know?" She said, lying a bit.
Martin laughed before adding the Baroque sauce to the meat. "Oh, your the only person who I know only cares about two things, Taylor and money." He laughed, as he mixed the meet and sauce together. Natalie started to walk to the front. "Whats wrong with that?" She said with a half assed smile on her face as she sat and waited for the next customers to come in.
"That way, sissy would be happy too, if mummy and daddy came back right? Sissy could go back studying animals and be happy again.." She said, burrying her nose into Natalie's shirt. Natalie smiled a weak smile before walking towards her room, opening the door, causing Mickey to shoot out of the room and towards the apartment balcony. "Don't be silly, Taylor. I am always happy as long as I got you." She said, laying her down in the bed. Taylor looked at her all wide-eyed. "So did mummy and daddy come back from the stars?" She asked, as Natalie gave her Taylor's teddy bear. Natalie just smiled before shrugging. "Maybe, if they did, then they would come back. Im sure of it." She said in a soothing voice. "Will you help the people who come from the stars if they come here?" Taylor said, closing her eyes slightly, cuddling her teddy.
Natalie really didn't want much to do with it, and knew she wouldn't, no, scratch that, couldn't get involved with this thing; it was impossible. Though, she smiled and nodded. "Promise?" Taylor said, shifting to her right as Natalie gave her kiss. "Promise." She said, walking out to the barking and scratching Mickey. "What is it boy? Want out?" She said, opening the back door as the Shiba swarmed outside and started to sniff its pee mat before Natalie closed the door. "What a weird dog." She said, hearing the door bell ring; she walked over towards it, opening it to see the babysitter. "Hey Holly." Natalie said, opening it to allow her in. "Hello Natalie. Is she already asleep?" She asked, looking around to see if there was a running and playing Taylor. "Ya, it was a long day for her.Apparently, she got in trouble with some kids. She beat them up after they took her toy." Natalie laughed nervously as Holly laugh as well.
Well, thanks again Holly; you know, for babysitting her for free." She smiled as Holly waved her hand in the air, as if shooing her away. "Don't worry about it. What are friends for?" She said smiling, watching Natalie grab her purse and walk out, waving bye to Holly. Natalie locked the door before pressing the down button on the elevator. It was odd; everything was going on, aliens are invading, everyone is a little shook up about this, and yet, here is Natalie, acting as if it is a normal day and going to work just to try to make a living. She started to wonder if the aliens where all that bad; if they where, why weren't they attacking? Sure, she probably said she wanted nothing to do with this mess the world had gotten itself in but it is just human to be curious about the unknown.
She walked into the elevator once it opened and pressed the button with the L on it, standing for lobby, which was just a area with a desk in it and a couch. That was about it for the lobby. She leaned against the elevator side walls as it lowered itself down until the bing went off and the doors opened; it always smelt funny in both, the elevator and lobby. She walked out, putting her small purse that was only big enough to carry a phone and some money and ID around her shoulder. If someone stole it, they would be very disappointed to what they might fine, since she didn't have a cell phone and the only thing that was in it was a ten dollar bill and a bus card. She left her bank card and ID at home and only carried it when she knew she was going somewhere that required.She walked out of the apartment and towards the bus stop to stand there and wait.
Another funny thing that came to mind was that any of these people around her could be aliens; how do they know that those batch of aliens weren't the only ones? It was kind of weird that humans had always thought that they where suppeiror; Natalie had always thought that humans where quite weak, even though she was one herself. A single bullet or knife could end their life; one more drink or two more steps could shatter their world. It was weird, when her father was alive, she had always remembered the saying he flaunted around; she loved the saying and almost went by its every meaning to it.'The world is a delusion, therefore does not exist, only in our imagination, something our brains where programmed to do.' Her head repeated it over and over again.
Ever since she had heard that there was aliens on this earth, her mind had almost been wrapped around that saying. What if these aliens could see the world for its true self? Something that humans could not see, like how the world truly is, or how to break this wonderful illusion called life. Maybe she was over thinking this? Still, it was always fun to imagine. She looked up to see the bus stop infront of her and open its doors. She walked into it and sat down in a one seater and looked out the window. Her eyes started to follow the black pavement as the bus took speed and started to drive. She sat there, thinking about the saying and how it was related to these aliens; her mind in a full blown dyet, she knew that this was all in her head, so you could say that her feet where fully on the ground.
It was about fifteen minutes until she got off the bus and walked into Barb's Diner; it was a very good cafe that had very tasty food and sometimes, when she had extra money, she would take Taylor down here to eat some dinner. Taylor enjoyed their ribs and would even make a mess of her outfit that she wore; Natalie walked towards the girl's locker room of the diner and changed into her uniform and switched shifts with another girl who was working. Her black long hair was pulled back into a messy bun as she wore the traditional pink and white cafe uniform that was worn in the olden days; the ones where the girls would deliver food on roller blades. She stood at the front as an old couple walked in. She smiled nicely as she led them to their tables. "Hello, my name is Natalie and I will be your server today; what would you like to drink?"
"I would have some hot tea." The man answered before the woman nodded. "Me too." Natalie smiled and wrote down their drinks before walking towards the back and put the order ticket on the top of the counter. A slender man with red hair and yellow eyes looked at the ticket. "Hello Nia~" His voice sang as he grabbed the ticket. "Hello Martin." She said, leaning against the counter as he filled the cooking pot with some water and sat and let it boil. "You working extra hours today?" He asked, putting the tea bags into the small coffee cups. "Ya, Im trying to earn sixty three bucks by the end of this month. Rent is killing me; if I don't pay it soon, the manager is going to skin me alive." She said, doodling on the order tickets. Martin watched her doodle before the pot's timer went off and he started to pour the tea into the coffee cups.
"Hey now, don't doodle on them, we need those ya know?" He said teasingly as he put the cups on the tray and put lemon slices on the sides of the cups. Natalie grabbed the tray and made her way towards the table. She put the cups down and smiled, "Have you decided on what you want to eat?" She asked with a friendly smile. "Yes, I will have the sloppy joe, and my wife will have the fish and chips." He said, as she wrote them down on the ticket she doodled on. "Mmkay, it that all?" She asked before the couple nodded their heads no and she smiled before walking off. "So, have you heard about them aliens? Pretty wild eh?" Martin said, grabbing the ticket and started to toast the bread and cook the sloppy joe. "Eh, Im not too worried about it. You know?" She said, lying a bit.
Martin laughed before adding the Baroque sauce to the meat. "Oh, your the only person who I know only cares about two things, Taylor and money." He laughed, as he mixed the meet and sauce together. Natalie started to walk to the front. "Whats wrong with that?" She said with a half assed smile on her face as she sat and waited for the next customers to come in.
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(( I edited my CS with info about what LaNelope's pet, "Yhano" is. :3 ))
"There! I'll wear that style today!" said LaNelope as she paused a European summer fashion show and ran over to her closet.
Slightly excited, she opened the large doors, revealing the 300sq ft. space she had set aside for her clothing, nearly half of the space being filled - with all kinds of fashion styles....
Clothing on Earth was something LaNelope viewed as Art....she loved it ever since she first viewed it on her home planet decades ago.....so she spent nearly her whole first paycheck on clothing from a high-end thrift shop - as an attempt to grab as many different styles of clothing as possible, to fit in to the best of her capabilities.
After a few minutes LaNelope found the dress that was the closest to the one on the fashion show.....so she slipped out of her robe, and into the beige corset-topped dress - which probably would of hit to the knees on most, but hit mid-thigh on her.
It was a bit too tight on her bust and stomach, seeing as how she still wasn't too understanding of dress sizes yet, but she was able to get zipped, which made her smile - as she slipped into her beige sandals.
"This is as identical as i can get" she said to herself, as she walked out of her closet and stared into a full length Victorian-styled mirror.
She then then sat down in front of a smaller mirror and pulled her pony tail out........she wasn't sure what to do with her hair, so she simply copied the woman who remained paused on her tv screen - which was a high up pony tail with a silver clip.
LaNelope didn't have a silver clip, but she happily used her butterfly clip instead........something she almost always wore out.
"Done!" she beamed as she stood up - her pony tail reaching slight above the end of her back.
LaNelope then went over to Yhano and kissed him on the top of his head. "I'll be back soon!" she said, before blowing out the candles and leaving her loft.
The process of getting to the first floor insisted of going inside an old metal cage and pressing a button, which dropped down to the first floor..............and then you'd have to stay on a specific pathway,[or risk stepping on old nails & other harmful debris] until you rounded a few corners and made it out the front door.......which LaNelope did - making sure not to dirty her dress.
As she walked to work she stared into the windows of every shop she passed, but for the last couple of days they've all been near-empty, or completely empty. 'They really are terrified, aren't they' thought LaNelope, as she walked down the almost deserted street - passing only one young couple so far.
"Younger humans appear to be the only ones interested or unafraid by our arrival.......perhaps it's them we should try to get to know and communicate with....perhaps things are the opposite here." LaNelope said to herself, before stopping outside the window of a bar - spotting a young man, and an older woman, inside.........it was the first place she passed that had more than one person inside, which caused her to smile - as she placed her hand on the window..........she wanted to go inside, but knowing she wouldn't make it to the cafe in time, she simply stared at the two for a few moments before continuing on her way.
Rounding the corner towards the Cafe, LaNelope began to run into a bit more people. 'They are still....young' she thought, as she came to a stop outside of her place of work.
LaNelope took a moment to scan the small crowd, trying to see if she could spot any of her people......but to no avail. So she rubbed her feet on the door mat, and then walked inside the cafe.
"Oh hello there LaNelope! You did not have to come in with such little service" said Rhonda, the owner of the little cafe. "But if it is not my day off, or a holiday, then i have to come in and work, right?" responded LaNelope, as she walked behind the counter, and tied a black waist-apron w/ the company logo in the middle, around her hips.
Rhonda simply laughed "If you say so dear!" she said, before walking back into her office to begin a small stack of desk work.
Already bored from the lack of customers, LaNelope double checked the arrangement of Cakes, Bagels, Muffins, & Cookies, and made sure all the hot and cold drink machines were on......before she walked to the public side of the counter, turned the TV on, and sat on a bar stool to watch it - the depressing news coverage of her peoples arrival being all they covered.
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(Edit: Realized I didn't mention Arthur's dog in the entire post -.-)
Arthur sighed, rubbing his eyes open as he noticed the light pouring into his room. He needed new blinds. Then again, he also needed a new table, and some of the lights in his kitchen (and bathroom, and bedroom) didn't work... He sighed again, sitting up slowly. He just needed a lot of things, and thinking about them would just make him depressed. Again. He rubbed his eyes again, peering at the small clock sitting on his bedside table. His room was a dreary sight, with the decor being very... English? No, very Arthur. Simple colors, of course, since cheap things had very little color. In fact, the only thing he was really proud of was his large set of bookshelves, all filled to the brim with good and proper English writers. Arthur looked at the clock and promptly swore.
"What the bloody hell? What the hell am I doing sleeping in?" He cried out in panic, leaping out of his bed. At the foot of Arthur's bed, a golden-blond labrador lifted its head up, blinking and yawning at Arthur. "Sorry ol' chap, no time to play." Arthur said, rubbing the top of Churchill's head quickly. He quickly pulled off his night clothes, pulling on a set of respectable slacks and tucking in a slightly wrinkled business shirt. His boss was not one for being too fancy, but Arthur was always trying to look his best. Even when his best was wrinkled and a little old. "Fuck, if I'm late one more day..." Arthur didn't want to think about that. He looked hurriedly for his tie and shoes, pulling on his shoes while hoping, so he could grab something from his rather ill-equipted kitchen. "Ugh, I'll get something later." Arthur decided, after scanning through his fridge and finding that the most edible thing was leftover Chinese food. He grabbed his apartment keys, finished tying on his shoes, and ran out his door.
He reached the nearest station in five minutes, having memorized the area near his home years ago. The tube was, luckily enough, not very crowded at this time of day. Well, Arthur was able to find a seat and there were no squealing children to annoy him, so he considered that a plus. His job wasn't too far away, so he would only have a five minute walk from the tube station to his work. He didn't work at a large bookstore, only a small one, so hopefully he wouldn't run into the middle of a 'busy' day. At the very least he should be able to beg off some bagels or pastries from his boss, whom Arthur was on uneasy terms with. He knew Arthur was relying on his low-paying job to keep him clothed and relatively well fed, but he also knew Arthur spent most of his extra money. The result? Arthur hadn't had a raise in years.
The doors of the tube opened, and Arthur leapt to his feet, pushing several people out of his way on his fight to exit the train. A little rude, yes, but Arthur didn't care at that point. He just needed to get to work. As he went along his merry way, Arthur saw a news headline that caught his eyes. Something about aliens landing on Earth? It sounded like something out of a novel, and Arthur found himself handing over some coins and receiving one of the papers. He had no time to read it just then, though, and quickly continued on his way to work. He'd have plenty of time to read it once he changed into uniform.
"Arthur! Good, you aren't late today." His boss shouted at him, right as Arthur opened the door. Arthur would have sworn the man had hawk ears, except for the fact that he seemed to not hear anything (or anyone) but Arthur. "I need to go arrange a deal with a few business men, so keep the place running while I'm out. And please, no swearing. The last time you did that I nearly fired you, remember?" Arthur remembered very well. It was not something he'd want to repeat, either. Arthur nodded, slipping behind the front counter.
"All right. Can I have a bagel? I didn't have time to eat today." Arthur heard his boss 'hmph' and then leave, so he assumed he could have a bagel.
Arthur quickly put on his name tag (Arthur Peters) and returned to the front of the story, sitting down behind the cash register. He had grabbed a plain bagel and quickly spread some butter on it. His boss wouldn't mind, seeing as Arthur was the only other person who worked there. Most of the time his boss just threatened to fire Arthur, but the employee knew his actual chances of being fired were low... But he wasn't one to press his luck. Arthur took a bite out of his bagel as he opened the news, reading it quickly and easily.
"Aliens? In England?" He said, not believing what he was reading. It really did sound like something out of a poorly written science-fiction novel. He sighed as he continued to read it. Apparently there were aliens walking around among the common man... And apparently these aliens caused natural disasters, but were somehow trapped on Earth. Arthur wouldn't have believed it, except he was reading 'The London Times'. He trusted it, and unless this was a very large prank of sorts, this was really happening... "Hm. Closing the airports? No traveling in or out of England? What about tourists? What are we supposed to do with them?" Arthur asked to air. He disliked many things, but tourists were one of them. Especially the American tourists. Something about them and English accents...
Arthur put his news paper down as he finished eating his bagel. He brushed off his hands and stood, looking around the store. He might as well see what was in.
Arthur sighed, rubbing his eyes open as he noticed the light pouring into his room. He needed new blinds. Then again, he also needed a new table, and some of the lights in his kitchen (and bathroom, and bedroom) didn't work... He sighed again, sitting up slowly. He just needed a lot of things, and thinking about them would just make him depressed. Again. He rubbed his eyes again, peering at the small clock sitting on his bedside table. His room was a dreary sight, with the decor being very... English? No, very Arthur. Simple colors, of course, since cheap things had very little color. In fact, the only thing he was really proud of was his large set of bookshelves, all filled to the brim with good and proper English writers. Arthur looked at the clock and promptly swore.
"What the bloody hell? What the hell am I doing sleeping in?" He cried out in panic, leaping out of his bed. At the foot of Arthur's bed, a golden-blond labrador lifted its head up, blinking and yawning at Arthur. "Sorry ol' chap, no time to play." Arthur said, rubbing the top of Churchill's head quickly. He quickly pulled off his night clothes, pulling on a set of respectable slacks and tucking in a slightly wrinkled business shirt. His boss was not one for being too fancy, but Arthur was always trying to look his best. Even when his best was wrinkled and a little old. "Fuck, if I'm late one more day..." Arthur didn't want to think about that. He looked hurriedly for his tie and shoes, pulling on his shoes while hoping, so he could grab something from his rather ill-equipted kitchen. "Ugh, I'll get something later." Arthur decided, after scanning through his fridge and finding that the most edible thing was leftover Chinese food. He grabbed his apartment keys, finished tying on his shoes, and ran out his door.
He reached the nearest station in five minutes, having memorized the area near his home years ago. The tube was, luckily enough, not very crowded at this time of day. Well, Arthur was able to find a seat and there were no squealing children to annoy him, so he considered that a plus. His job wasn't too far away, so he would only have a five minute walk from the tube station to his work. He didn't work at a large bookstore, only a small one, so hopefully he wouldn't run into the middle of a 'busy' day. At the very least he should be able to beg off some bagels or pastries from his boss, whom Arthur was on uneasy terms with. He knew Arthur was relying on his low-paying job to keep him clothed and relatively well fed, but he also knew Arthur spent most of his extra money. The result? Arthur hadn't had a raise in years.
The doors of the tube opened, and Arthur leapt to his feet, pushing several people out of his way on his fight to exit the train. A little rude, yes, but Arthur didn't care at that point. He just needed to get to work. As he went along his merry way, Arthur saw a news headline that caught his eyes. Something about aliens landing on Earth? It sounded like something out of a novel, and Arthur found himself handing over some coins and receiving one of the papers. He had no time to read it just then, though, and quickly continued on his way to work. He'd have plenty of time to read it once he changed into uniform.
"Arthur! Good, you aren't late today." His boss shouted at him, right as Arthur opened the door. Arthur would have sworn the man had hawk ears, except for the fact that he seemed to not hear anything (or anyone) but Arthur. "I need to go arrange a deal with a few business men, so keep the place running while I'm out. And please, no swearing. The last time you did that I nearly fired you, remember?" Arthur remembered very well. It was not something he'd want to repeat, either. Arthur nodded, slipping behind the front counter.
"All right. Can I have a bagel? I didn't have time to eat today." Arthur heard his boss 'hmph' and then leave, so he assumed he could have a bagel.
Arthur quickly put on his name tag (Arthur Peters) and returned to the front of the story, sitting down behind the cash register. He had grabbed a plain bagel and quickly spread some butter on it. His boss wouldn't mind, seeing as Arthur was the only other person who worked there. Most of the time his boss just threatened to fire Arthur, but the employee knew his actual chances of being fired were low... But he wasn't one to press his luck. Arthur took a bite out of his bagel as he opened the news, reading it quickly and easily.
"Aliens? In England?" He said, not believing what he was reading. It really did sound like something out of a poorly written science-fiction novel. He sighed as he continued to read it. Apparently there were aliens walking around among the common man... And apparently these aliens caused natural disasters, but were somehow trapped on Earth. Arthur wouldn't have believed it, except he was reading 'The London Times'. He trusted it, and unless this was a very large prank of sorts, this was really happening... "Hm. Closing the airports? No traveling in or out of England? What about tourists? What are we supposed to do with them?" Arthur asked to air. He disliked many things, but tourists were one of them. Especially the American tourists. Something about them and English accents...
Arthur put his news paper down as he finished eating his bagel. He brushed off his hands and stood, looking around the store. He might as well see what was in.
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Lexie was looking in the mirror in her apartment. She adjusted her thin blond hair again, fixing her bangs over her forehead. Her powerful blue eyes grazed over her makeupleas face and she shrugged. She wore it on occasions, but she knew that would be to just look more human. She sighed and tilted her head, wondering what she could do today and then she had a brilliant idea. "Of course." She whispered to herself, stepping out of the residence.
She made her way down the sidewalk, she was not far off from one of her favorite book stores and she needed to re up on her growing collection. She was so interested in the things that humans decided to write about and she couldn't help but be completely intrigued by the people of Earth.
She pushed open the door, glancing down at her light denim shorts and white tank top with white vans. She had needed to look up the latest of fashion and decided on what she liked that was most modern it seemed. She took a left going into the fiction ad paying no mind to the few customers dotting the establishment. They were all here for the same reason. It was so quiet in here.
Lexie peered over the numerous novels and spines lining the shelves and after a while she had collected a stack of them and had found herself leaning against the wall and thumbing though the individual pieces. She was going through a particular one that had caught her interest. The collections of Edgar Allen Poe and she was mouthing The Raven and all of her attention was derived on the pages between her hands. "Fascinating." She murmered, setting it down and picking up a different one that she had picked out. Humans were so in depth and detailed and in tune with their emotions. It blew Lex's mind and reading everything that they had to say made her even more interested in the beings that she had begun to walk among not but a week prior to today.
She made her way down the sidewalk, she was not far off from one of her favorite book stores and she needed to re up on her growing collection. She was so interested in the things that humans decided to write about and she couldn't help but be completely intrigued by the people of Earth.
She pushed open the door, glancing down at her light denim shorts and white tank top with white vans. She had needed to look up the latest of fashion and decided on what she liked that was most modern it seemed. She took a left going into the fiction ad paying no mind to the few customers dotting the establishment. They were all here for the same reason. It was so quiet in here.
Lexie peered over the numerous novels and spines lining the shelves and after a while she had collected a stack of them and had found herself leaning against the wall and thumbing though the individual pieces. She was going through a particular one that had caught her interest. The collections of Edgar Allen Poe and she was mouthing The Raven and all of her attention was derived on the pages between her hands. "Fascinating." She murmered, setting it down and picking up a different one that she had picked out. Humans were so in depth and detailed and in tune with their emotions. It blew Lex's mind and reading everything that they had to say made her even more interested in the beings that she had begun to walk among not but a week prior to today.
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The world spins. It's true, it really does. Not just scientifically, like how it revolves around the sun. I mean it actually spins. If I stand and stare at something long enough, my vision starts to spin. Or maybe.... No, it actually kind of shakes really violently, like my eyeball is spasming or something. So why'd I ever say anything about the world spinning when very clearly the world is neither spinning nor shaking? Because my eye is spasming, and I had to rub it to make it stop.
I was standing outside a store, staring at a crack in the pavement when my eye started twitching. Which store? I don't know. Sometimes I just stand in front of stores and stare at things for no particular reason and people give me strange looks as they pass by. Why? I don't know. I'm not doing anything strange, and even if I am it's none of their business. I can stare at a crack in the pavement while my eye spasms as long as I want... as long as the store owner doesn't come out and chastise me for loitering. She used to; but I guess she just got used to me because I like to stand here a lot. There's always something else for me to amuse my thoughts with, and it helps me to create a perfect image of this place when I want to tell people what I've done all day, because I don't actually remember where it is, I just kind of wander around aimlessly until I find it. I do know one thing, however, and that is that the shop at my back makes really good pastries. I've only actually been in there once, but I know that they're the best in London. I think. Actually, I don't know, because I lied just now. I've never been in there before. I've never bought a pastry from a store before. I mean... not a bakery anyway. Or at least not this one. I always just ate my Mom's pastries, because she made the best pastries in London. Really she did, and that's not a lie. Seriously it isn't. Anyway, I didn't care what was inside, just that it was on the left side of the street. Why is that important? Are zebras white with black stripes, or black with white stripes? Someone had once told me something, which isn't saying a lot because someone tells me something everyday. Whether I retain it or not depends on whether or not I'm listening. Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not. So really, I should say that someone told me something once while I was listening, and it's one of very few things that I remember from when I was little. "You write with your right hand and your left hand is left over." Well, I write with both my left and right hands, so sucks to that. Whoever said that lied. They thought they could get away with it because they didn't know that I'd grow up ambidextrous. I was never the same after that.
I always feel bad for the left side, because it's always left over. That's not true, either. Some people are left handed. I like standing on the left side of the street because of this; I can't help but feel that the left side is lonely. Is it really though? No, because I always stand on the left side of the street. Still, I couldn't help but realize at that moment that the left side is still the right to someone; like how England is to the right of Greenland. It's also downward from Iceland and upward from the Equator. And it's kind of upward and leftward from Sealand... except that leftward isn't a word and Sealand isn't a country. Neither is the Equator.
I tipped my fedora up and rubbed my forehead as I shifted my weight off my sore left leg. "I wonder what would happen if the street were made of Jell-O?" A car drove by me and I waved. I'm friendly. Parents think I'm creepy. I think I'm just trying to be nice. I could kidnap their children and do nasty things to them, but I wouldn't because I know right from left. I mean... wrong. Or do I mean left? I can't remember. What was I talking about?
So, I started heading home to the little townhouse I had grown up in. Which one? One of them. Somewhere. London is made up of townhouses and condos, so I wouldn't be surprised if I one day walked into someone else's home. I've gotten into other peoples' cars by mistake, but I've never been charged with carjacking, even though I should have for driving away in my neighbour's car. I was almost charged for theft once, for stealing someone's hat, but I apologized and paid them the cost of the hat, telling them that I lost it. Which I didn't. It's in my bedroom in my collection. Sometimes I like to put on the hats and wonder what the person who once wore it was like. I also have a pair of cowboy boots from 1956. That's not a lie. They're in my closet and I use them when I'm playing Cowgirl with Eloisa. Of course, I'm always the cowgirl because I whine when I don't get my own way. Zebras are white with black stripes, and I'm not a cowgirl. Eloisa wants to be. She says she wants to move to America or something. I think she should move to Madagascar, just because there's probably no other people there. I want to move to Easter Island and colonize it, make it my own country, and then I'll be a micronation like Sealand and Wy. You know that Wy is literally just some guy's house? Yeah, he was upset because he couldn't build a driveway or something on his property, so he declared independence. I don't know why he would name his country Wy, though. What would possess a person...? I would name my country Martiniville, because there's already a Margaritaville and I don't want to have to go through any copywriting crap. I don't think Jimmy Buffet would mind if I named my country after his song though. I think that might boost his sales. Is he dead yet? No, I don't think he is. What's black and white and red all over? A penguin with heat stroke. I want to adopt a penguin, but I'm scared that De Li would eat it. De Li. I named her after the little pink kitty from Waybuloo. If you've never seen it, you either don't watch children's television shows, or you don't have a very young sibling. It's possibly the cutest thing ever, and they do yogo, which is like yoga but easier for little kids. Eloisa likes Lau Lau, the bunny thing, so I bought her a little plush of her for her birthday. It was in my bag, and it was the only reason that I was forcing myself to go home early.
Eloisa was five today, and I was supposed to bring her back a cake. An eggless cake, because she's allergic. No, that's Antoinetta. No.... It's Carreena. No. It is Eloisa. Uhh.... No. I'm allergic to eggs. I knew there was a reason why it had to be an eggless cake. I'm also allergic to peanuts. Not really. I just tell people that so that when I pull a baggie of peanuts out of my pocket later to snack on I know if they were listening or not. Maybe that's why I do it. It's mostly just force of habit now. I don't care if people are listening or not, even though it kind of hurts my feelings if they're not. People who actually listen know how to respond to me. Kind of. A lot of people tell me that they don't understand, and to repeat my point in plain English. I'm not confusing, I'm just being myself. I could be normal if I wanted, but that's no fun. Being normal is being only a shadow of my true self, and why would anyone want to be a shadow? Shadows are two dimensional, get fat in the evening, disappear at night, and get walked all over by people they don't even know. What a miserable life. If I were two dimensional, it would devastate me. I like being three dimensional just fine, thank you.
I was standing outside a store, staring at a crack in the pavement when my eye started twitching. Which store? I don't know. Sometimes I just stand in front of stores and stare at things for no particular reason and people give me strange looks as they pass by. Why? I don't know. I'm not doing anything strange, and even if I am it's none of their business. I can stare at a crack in the pavement while my eye spasms as long as I want... as long as the store owner doesn't come out and chastise me for loitering. She used to; but I guess she just got used to me because I like to stand here a lot. There's always something else for me to amuse my thoughts with, and it helps me to create a perfect image of this place when I want to tell people what I've done all day, because I don't actually remember where it is, I just kind of wander around aimlessly until I find it. I do know one thing, however, and that is that the shop at my back makes really good pastries. I've only actually been in there once, but I know that they're the best in London. I think. Actually, I don't know, because I lied just now. I've never been in there before. I've never bought a pastry from a store before. I mean... not a bakery anyway. Or at least not this one. I always just ate my Mom's pastries, because she made the best pastries in London. Really she did, and that's not a lie. Seriously it isn't. Anyway, I didn't care what was inside, just that it was on the left side of the street. Why is that important? Are zebras white with black stripes, or black with white stripes? Someone had once told me something, which isn't saying a lot because someone tells me something everyday. Whether I retain it or not depends on whether or not I'm listening. Sometimes I am, sometimes I'm not. So really, I should say that someone told me something once while I was listening, and it's one of very few things that I remember from when I was little. "You write with your right hand and your left hand is left over." Well, I write with both my left and right hands, so sucks to that. Whoever said that lied. They thought they could get away with it because they didn't know that I'd grow up ambidextrous. I was never the same after that.
I always feel bad for the left side, because it's always left over. That's not true, either. Some people are left handed. I like standing on the left side of the street because of this; I can't help but feel that the left side is lonely. Is it really though? No, because I always stand on the left side of the street. Still, I couldn't help but realize at that moment that the left side is still the right to someone; like how England is to the right of Greenland. It's also downward from Iceland and upward from the Equator. And it's kind of upward and leftward from Sealand... except that leftward isn't a word and Sealand isn't a country. Neither is the Equator.
I tipped my fedora up and rubbed my forehead as I shifted my weight off my sore left leg. "I wonder what would happen if the street were made of Jell-O?" A car drove by me and I waved. I'm friendly. Parents think I'm creepy. I think I'm just trying to be nice. I could kidnap their children and do nasty things to them, but I wouldn't because I know right from left. I mean... wrong. Or do I mean left? I can't remember. What was I talking about?
So, I started heading home to the little townhouse I had grown up in. Which one? One of them. Somewhere. London is made up of townhouses and condos, so I wouldn't be surprised if I one day walked into someone else's home. I've gotten into other peoples' cars by mistake, but I've never been charged with carjacking, even though I should have for driving away in my neighbour's car. I was almost charged for theft once, for stealing someone's hat, but I apologized and paid them the cost of the hat, telling them that I lost it. Which I didn't. It's in my bedroom in my collection. Sometimes I like to put on the hats and wonder what the person who once wore it was like. I also have a pair of cowboy boots from 1956. That's not a lie. They're in my closet and I use them when I'm playing Cowgirl with Eloisa. Of course, I'm always the cowgirl because I whine when I don't get my own way. Zebras are white with black stripes, and I'm not a cowgirl. Eloisa wants to be. She says she wants to move to America or something. I think she should move to Madagascar, just because there's probably no other people there. I want to move to Easter Island and colonize it, make it my own country, and then I'll be a micronation like Sealand and Wy. You know that Wy is literally just some guy's house? Yeah, he was upset because he couldn't build a driveway or something on his property, so he declared independence. I don't know why he would name his country Wy, though. What would possess a person...? I would name my country Martiniville, because there's already a Margaritaville and I don't want to have to go through any copywriting crap. I don't think Jimmy Buffet would mind if I named my country after his song though. I think that might boost his sales. Is he dead yet? No, I don't think he is. What's black and white and red all over? A penguin with heat stroke. I want to adopt a penguin, but I'm scared that De Li would eat it. De Li. I named her after the little pink kitty from Waybuloo. If you've never seen it, you either don't watch children's television shows, or you don't have a very young sibling. It's possibly the cutest thing ever, and they do yogo, which is like yoga but easier for little kids. Eloisa likes Lau Lau, the bunny thing, so I bought her a little plush of her for her birthday. It was in my bag, and it was the only reason that I was forcing myself to go home early.
Eloisa was five today, and I was supposed to bring her back a cake. An eggless cake, because she's allergic. No, that's Antoinetta. No.... It's Carreena. No. It is Eloisa. Uhh.... No. I'm allergic to eggs. I knew there was a reason why it had to be an eggless cake. I'm also allergic to peanuts. Not really. I just tell people that so that when I pull a baggie of peanuts out of my pocket later to snack on I know if they were listening or not. Maybe that's why I do it. It's mostly just force of habit now. I don't care if people are listening or not, even though it kind of hurts my feelings if they're not. People who actually listen know how to respond to me. Kind of. A lot of people tell me that they don't understand, and to repeat my point in plain English. I'm not confusing, I'm just being myself. I could be normal if I wanted, but that's no fun. Being normal is being only a shadow of my true self, and why would anyone want to be a shadow? Shadows are two dimensional, get fat in the evening, disappear at night, and get walked all over by people they don't even know. What a miserable life. If I were two dimensional, it would devastate me. I like being three dimensional just fine, thank you.
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Nalin didn't really want to pick up the phone, especially when that new--but familiar--number showed up. Like it belonged there. Ha. He took a bit of satisfaction in knowing he could simply ignore that call. It might've been the control, something Nalin always found appetizing when particularly depressed about something. Control means happiness in his eyes, and happiness means no disappointments, and no disappointments means he did everything just right. And if he didn't, well he was in control; he could fix that. So that tiny thing of control.. it earned him a laughable amount of satisfaction. And at the thought of it, and exactly how pathetic his emotions were at the moment; the feeling fleeted. Replaced by something ugly.
So he didn't answer it. He let it ring like the last twenty-something calls, torn between frustration and guilt. He liked Kia, but at the thought of having to talk to him? He'd rather listen to the news all day. Actually, no. Scratch that. He really wouldn't, because politics and aliens weren't his forte. Come to think of it, TV was never his sort of thing. Even as a kid, which might make sense with his father always saying, "I got my own life. I don't need the burden of knowing somebody else's." Which might’ve came off deep had he not been drunk when he said it.
But in the end, he couldn’t just ignore Kia. So he settled for texting.
I’m sorry. Want to meet up? That café up on Orlando. Across from the library. ..How about it?
"Bye, doll." Does it matter who said it?
He didn’t care if Kia didn’t know what he was saying sorry for. In fact, it might’ve been better that Kia didn’t. Definitely better. Because had Kia known what he was saying sorry; he’d realize that sorry didn’t cut it. It didn’t even graze it, because being an awful friend was as huge as an understatement in saying that his head was the only thing hurting.
Nalin winked at Brandi, and instead of giggling she did exactly what he expected; she winked right on back. He walked out of the bar with long, confident strides and a look of steadiness. Incredulous to the fact that his face constantly, and thoroughly; betrayed his true emotion. It was only a guess as to what was going on beneath his skin. Somewhere between a crime scene and a war zone. He supposed they were one in the same, though he couldn't move past the thought. He ran straight into a young man before he could.
"Shit!"
He stumbled a bit, almost falling over completely before catching himself. Nalin twisted around, an automatic-no-second-thought process already beginning. He really wished he was someone else. Maybe Kia.
“Watch where the fuck--” He stopped, a scowl still present on his face. The unsteadiness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by an awful lot more.
“Have we--Do I.. Do I know you?” He asked.
That fedora.
So he didn't answer it. He let it ring like the last twenty-something calls, torn between frustration and guilt. He liked Kia, but at the thought of having to talk to him? He'd rather listen to the news all day. Actually, no. Scratch that. He really wouldn't, because politics and aliens weren't his forte. Come to think of it, TV was never his sort of thing. Even as a kid, which might make sense with his father always saying, "I got my own life. I don't need the burden of knowing somebody else's." Which might’ve came off deep had he not been drunk when he said it.
But in the end, he couldn’t just ignore Kia. So he settled for texting.
I’m sorry. Want to meet up? That café up on Orlando. Across from the library. ..How about it?
"Bye, doll." Does it matter who said it?
He didn’t care if Kia didn’t know what he was saying sorry for. In fact, it might’ve been better that Kia didn’t. Definitely better. Because had Kia known what he was saying sorry; he’d realize that sorry didn’t cut it. It didn’t even graze it, because being an awful friend was as huge as an understatement in saying that his head was the only thing hurting.
Nalin winked at Brandi, and instead of giggling she did exactly what he expected; she winked right on back. He walked out of the bar with long, confident strides and a look of steadiness. Incredulous to the fact that his face constantly, and thoroughly; betrayed his true emotion. It was only a guess as to what was going on beneath his skin. Somewhere between a crime scene and a war zone. He supposed they were one in the same, though he couldn't move past the thought. He ran straight into a young man before he could.
"Shit!"
He stumbled a bit, almost falling over completely before catching himself. Nalin twisted around, an automatic-no-second-thought process already beginning. He really wished he was someone else. Maybe Kia.
“Watch where the fuck--” He stopped, a scowl still present on his face. The unsteadiness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by an awful lot more.
“Have we--Do I.. Do I know you?” He asked.
That fedora.
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Auryon stuffed her hands into the pocket of her jeans, her boots thudding on the concrete of the sidewalk. The boots actually weren’t hers – they belonged to one of the human males she was living with. She wasn’t sure if he even knew that she took his shoes, but she honestly didn’t care. The jeans and tight black tank top were her own, one of the few things she could afford, while the light grey button up work shirt was supplied by her boss. She didn’t have a name tag as of yet, but the words ‘Tommy’s Motors’ was written across the left breast in blue cursive writing.
Auryon had been a mechanic aboard one of the ships and now she put her mind to human cars. It had been confusing at first, trying to figure out the primitive machinery, but she had done well enough the first few days that she got the job. Now, at the suggestion of her boss, she was heading to the local bookstore to find reading material on mechanics.
Her eyes drifted past windows as she walked. She needed new clothes, but had to wait another week for her paycheck. She didn’t need a large variety – earth fashion was so odd – but having an extra set of clothing would be nice. There were a lot of small diners and cafes in this part of town. Auryon had considered working in one of those, but she didn’t have the patience to pleasantly deal with humans for hours at a time.
Her footsteps came to a sudden stop, almost before her mind realized what she was looking at. Long white hair… tall but uncannily thin with striking proportions. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t supposed to be here, wasn’t supposed to have left the home planet. Without consciously realizing it, she had turned and was pushing open the door. A little bell rang, though Auryon didn’t notice it. She placed her hands on the counter, her voice barely a whisper. “Lady Haqqvihena?”
Auryon had been a mechanic aboard one of the ships and now she put her mind to human cars. It had been confusing at first, trying to figure out the primitive machinery, but she had done well enough the first few days that she got the job. Now, at the suggestion of her boss, she was heading to the local bookstore to find reading material on mechanics.
Her eyes drifted past windows as she walked. She needed new clothes, but had to wait another week for her paycheck. She didn’t need a large variety – earth fashion was so odd – but having an extra set of clothing would be nice. There were a lot of small diners and cafes in this part of town. Auryon had considered working in one of those, but she didn’t have the patience to pleasantly deal with humans for hours at a time.
Her footsteps came to a sudden stop, almost before her mind realized what she was looking at. Long white hair… tall but uncannily thin with striking proportions. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t supposed to be here, wasn’t supposed to have left the home planet. Without consciously realizing it, she had turned and was pushing open the door. A little bell rang, though Auryon didn’t notice it. She placed her hands on the counter, her voice barely a whisper. “Lady Haqqvihena?”
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Nalin's a bad friend KC. He's going to rip you apart with little thought to how you feel. Which isn't strange because every single one of the friends I have use me and rip me to shreds as they see fit. Nothing strange about him to me because he is he nicest of them all even if he doesn't answer. I bet he just has something better to do than to talk to someone who could be suffering from some mental disorder that means he's crazy. I'm not crazy though I'm just a happy camper spraying bear repellant onto ants and watching then shrivel up and give out. Shitty of the ants though because bear repellant shouldn't harm ants as much as it should harm bears. Weak. I don't like weak things which is why I surround myself with the friends I do. Plus their so much cooler than anyone at school and the have more unexpected fun. And they like to spoil me with stuffed animals cause they know I like them.
There's a crack in the sidewalk which reminds me of plumbers that remind me of pipes which lead to sinks which brings up the memory of my older brother making pasta. No reason for it, it just brings up the one day my brother did something productive with his life. Unlike the unproductive things which lead to laziness to anti-social behaviour to depression to Xanax to the coldness of his body against the warmth of my hand. Overdose they had said. He'd downed half the bottle of antidepressants they gave him and offer himself with what was to make him better. Irony. Irony is my phone buzzing with a text starting with an apology and ending with a meeting plan. Obviously you've never lived and if you've never lived you're currently dead and if you're dead you're a ghost and if I've spoken to you I've spoken to the soul of a dead guy. Which is freaking awesome. Awesome like the smell of pine trees on fire and the sight of red roses on white silk sheets. I have a black silk robe my friend Stephen likes to see me in before I let him lie in my bed with me on those nights I get lonely. The day my brother died mostly. Besides, Stephen is probably the only friend I have that isn't on drugs or in shit with the police.
Life is swell, life is swell. By God! Life is swell. At least that's what Gory says I should think.
And I do. Life is swell from the blueness of the sky to the leaves on the trees to the road beneath my feet. I wave at people who smile at me because they know I'm happy so it must be contagious. I get a little girl's balloon from in a tree that was being guarded by a pretty bird whose wings I wanted to clip so I could keep it to sing me to sleep. I find a quarter on the street and I give it to a man with a dog and tell him he should use it to buy bubblegum. I get to pet the dog and his fur reminds me of the grass that was on fire with the pine trees. It had been so bright and so pretty that my eyes had been captivated by it. Gory says they're memories from my past but I don't remember anything being on fire because it's all in my imagination. He doesn't know anything and I start to skip across the street because life is swell. It's just too bad my brother isn't here to enjoy it but I'm sure he's in that good place people talk about even though Gory says he was a bad person.
He didn't let his friends do anything to me.
And if he had I'm pretty sure I'd remember it. His friends always seemed really nice and really happy to see me and would always compliment how I looked in my clothes and how good I probably looked without them. Nice people. Nalin isn't like my brother's friends but I know he means well even if he acts like a jerk-off douchebag who's down on his luck with nowhere else to go. He's never been to the moon like I have and I'm sure if he got the chance to go he'd come back so much happier. Don't ask how I got to the moon because it's a secret between Stephen and I for those nights when we giggle too much. Then he tells me I'm pretty and that is all I need. I like thinking I'm pretty. I like thinking about pretty things like all the flowers back in Sweden and all the fresh snow that gleamed. It was odd when I saw roses through the snow that one year. My brother wouldn't tell me why.
It didn't matter why because on the left side of the street I saw Nalin and a guy with a fedora. I don't like hats and I want to tell him that but I'm going to be nice. So I crossed the road and snuck up behind Nalin and hugged him and looked at the fedora. "Hats are a form of hiding because when I put on a fedora once my brother's friend Montigo told me that I was hiding all my nice hair. Do you have nice hair? I bet you do. All nice and soft under that hat. Can I touch your hair? I think it'd be a great learning experience and I know it's a bit soon because we just met but who cares about that. You look awesome. Doesn't he Nalin? Oh I'm sure you think he does." Gory said I don't make the best first impressions but he looks like a guy I can be friends with. "My name is Kia but you can call me Caris because we just met and don't know each other well. Stranger danger. Did you know that if you're one in a million there are six thousand people exactly like you?" I grew serious for a moment. "But you seem like one in everybody," I finished.
"How are you Nalin?" I asked as I pressed my cheek against his with smile. He smells familiar and comforting. Like cigarette smoke and gun powder. Two things that by all means should not be comfortable but they are because I grew up around it. Around kids with toy guns and teens with glass pipes and they always looked so cool and mature in their own way. I was mesmerized by people like Nalin. People who breathed death like it meant nothing to them even though it means so much to others. I'm like a little sheep dog following the Shepard because I love him and his coolness so much. Much more than red flowers on white canvas. He's dangerous, explosive and chalk full of things that could destroy me. Fascinating. I bet this guy is fascinating in the non-dangerous way. That makes him exciting.
There's a crack in the sidewalk which reminds me of plumbers that remind me of pipes which lead to sinks which brings up the memory of my older brother making pasta. No reason for it, it just brings up the one day my brother did something productive with his life. Unlike the unproductive things which lead to laziness to anti-social behaviour to depression to Xanax to the coldness of his body against the warmth of my hand. Overdose they had said. He'd downed half the bottle of antidepressants they gave him and offer himself with what was to make him better. Irony. Irony is my phone buzzing with a text starting with an apology and ending with a meeting plan. Obviously you've never lived and if you've never lived you're currently dead and if you're dead you're a ghost and if I've spoken to you I've spoken to the soul of a dead guy. Which is freaking awesome. Awesome like the smell of pine trees on fire and the sight of red roses on white silk sheets. I have a black silk robe my friend Stephen likes to see me in before I let him lie in my bed with me on those nights I get lonely. The day my brother died mostly. Besides, Stephen is probably the only friend I have that isn't on drugs or in shit with the police.
Life is swell, life is swell. By God! Life is swell. At least that's what Gory says I should think.
And I do. Life is swell from the blueness of the sky to the leaves on the trees to the road beneath my feet. I wave at people who smile at me because they know I'm happy so it must be contagious. I get a little girl's balloon from in a tree that was being guarded by a pretty bird whose wings I wanted to clip so I could keep it to sing me to sleep. I find a quarter on the street and I give it to a man with a dog and tell him he should use it to buy bubblegum. I get to pet the dog and his fur reminds me of the grass that was on fire with the pine trees. It had been so bright and so pretty that my eyes had been captivated by it. Gory says they're memories from my past but I don't remember anything being on fire because it's all in my imagination. He doesn't know anything and I start to skip across the street because life is swell. It's just too bad my brother isn't here to enjoy it but I'm sure he's in that good place people talk about even though Gory says he was a bad person.
He didn't let his friends do anything to me.
And if he had I'm pretty sure I'd remember it. His friends always seemed really nice and really happy to see me and would always compliment how I looked in my clothes and how good I probably looked without them. Nice people. Nalin isn't like my brother's friends but I know he means well even if he acts like a jerk-off douchebag who's down on his luck with nowhere else to go. He's never been to the moon like I have and I'm sure if he got the chance to go he'd come back so much happier. Don't ask how I got to the moon because it's a secret between Stephen and I for those nights when we giggle too much. Then he tells me I'm pretty and that is all I need. I like thinking I'm pretty. I like thinking about pretty things like all the flowers back in Sweden and all the fresh snow that gleamed. It was odd when I saw roses through the snow that one year. My brother wouldn't tell me why.
It didn't matter why because on the left side of the street I saw Nalin and a guy with a fedora. I don't like hats and I want to tell him that but I'm going to be nice. So I crossed the road and snuck up behind Nalin and hugged him and looked at the fedora. "Hats are a form of hiding because when I put on a fedora once my brother's friend Montigo told me that I was hiding all my nice hair. Do you have nice hair? I bet you do. All nice and soft under that hat. Can I touch your hair? I think it'd be a great learning experience and I know it's a bit soon because we just met but who cares about that. You look awesome. Doesn't he Nalin? Oh I'm sure you think he does." Gory said I don't make the best first impressions but he looks like a guy I can be friends with. "My name is Kia but you can call me Caris because we just met and don't know each other well. Stranger danger. Did you know that if you're one in a million there are six thousand people exactly like you?" I grew serious for a moment. "But you seem like one in everybody," I finished.
"How are you Nalin?" I asked as I pressed my cheek against his with smile. He smells familiar and comforting. Like cigarette smoke and gun powder. Two things that by all means should not be comfortable but they are because I grew up around it. Around kids with toy guns and teens with glass pipes and they always looked so cool and mature in their own way. I was mesmerized by people like Nalin. People who breathed death like it meant nothing to them even though it means so much to others. I'm like a little sheep dog following the Shepard because I love him and his coolness so much. Much more than red flowers on white canvas. He's dangerous, explosive and chalk full of things that could destroy me. Fascinating. I bet this guy is fascinating in the non-dangerous way. That makes him exciting.
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"Hello, Arthur. I brought an extra sandwich today, I wasn't hungry. Odd, huh?" A mostly monotone (or simply bored?) voice spoke out. The bell on the shop dinged as Alin Semloh stepped into the bookstore across from her own place of work. She enjoyed coming to see all the books, they were all of good quality and simply amazing, the smell of books and coffee always put her in a good mood, well, as good as she got.
She had moved to England only a couple years before, from America actually. She had initially come for some schooling, but fell in love with the country and couldn't force herself to leave it. She had always liked the culture and history anyway. Something she had in common with Arthur actually. That was how became friends really, one day they had got to talking of English history (European and Asian History were to be her majors) and they began having regular conversations.
Usually she would stop by on her lunch break or the end of her shift, Alin would bring a snack of some sort for the both of them and he would sometimes recommend books that they had in the store. Sometimes he came over to the coffee shop/tea house across the street, where she worked, and they talked there and she recommended a new drink or two.
"Oi, Arthur? Can you believe this rubbish they have on, about the aliens? It sounds like a bad American movie plot. It's always about aliens there, I swear..." She grumbled good-naturedly, especially as she recalled one of her brother's more recent calls, talking about a movie called "Cowboys vs. Aliens." A real American movie, that one.
"The government seems to be pretty paranoid about this one, usually they keep this kind of stuff under wraps. On a need-to-know basis only, ya know?" She sat on some random chair near the cash register and crossed her arms, putting the tuna sandwich down on one of the side-tables.
"I wonder what it would be like to meet a real alien. I bet they're awkward around people. May be they hate us, I would hate us. Heck, I kind of already do hate us..."
She had moved to England only a couple years before, from America actually. She had initially come for some schooling, but fell in love with the country and couldn't force herself to leave it. She had always liked the culture and history anyway. Something she had in common with Arthur actually. That was how became friends really, one day they had got to talking of English history (European and Asian History were to be her majors) and they began having regular conversations.
Usually she would stop by on her lunch break or the end of her shift, Alin would bring a snack of some sort for the both of them and he would sometimes recommend books that they had in the store. Sometimes he came over to the coffee shop/tea house across the street, where she worked, and they talked there and she recommended a new drink or two.
"Oi, Arthur? Can you believe this rubbish they have on, about the aliens? It sounds like a bad American movie plot. It's always about aliens there, I swear..." She grumbled good-naturedly, especially as she recalled one of her brother's more recent calls, talking about a movie called "Cowboys vs. Aliens." A real American movie, that one.
"The government seems to be pretty paranoid about this one, usually they keep this kind of stuff under wraps. On a need-to-know basis only, ya know?" She sat on some random chair near the cash register and crossed her arms, putting the tuna sandwich down on one of the side-tables.
"I wonder what it would be like to meet a real alien. I bet they're awkward around people. May be they hate us, I would hate us. Heck, I kind of already do hate us..."
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(( So, if the name of the planet isn't Pyrrhi, i can always edit this later! =) ))
As LaNelope stared at the news coverage, she heard the bell on top of the main door chime, which automatically lead her to speak up "Welcome and Good Morning" she said without looking at the person, the news completely capturing her attention at the moment.........but that didn't last long.
"Lady Haqqvihena?" whispered the woman beside her.
LaNelopes eyes went wide.......it had been a long week, since she was last referred to in such a formal way.
Slowly, she turned her head to the woman, and stared at her........the face was unmissable perfection, and obviously that of a Pyrrhic. But a name for the woman wasn't coming to LeNelope.....so she was hesitant to respond, since most aboard the ship didn't even know she was there.
'I suppose that doesn't really matter anymore' she thought, before speaking up.
"It feels like forever since i've been addressed that way......." whispered LaNelope, a bit melancholy.
"I've been looking for someone, anyone - from Pyrrhi, since they stormed the ship.............Please......sit" she whispered, before standing up and walking over to a table in the corner of the cafe - the one directly beside the front door, yet furthest from the door that lead to Rhondas office.
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Arthur suddenly appeared from the dusty shelves, his arms and face covered in dust. He quickly brushed it off, giving Alin a small smile. He nodded, grabbed the sandwich and taking a bit out of it. He quickly finished chewing before replying to his friend (one of the few who didn't go drinking with him).
"Yeah, I'm starving. Didn't eat until late, but even then it was only a bagel..." He sat down behind his desk, a little surprised his boss hadn't come back. Well, not really. If anything, Arthur was well-known for being a stickler for the prim and proper. Well, until you got a few beers into the man.
It had seemed forever since Arthur first met Alin. She was cultured, knew about history, and was generally a polite girl. Not to say she wasn't able to stand up for herself. Alin had real backbone, and Arthur could respect that. Besides, it made their (occasional) arguments so much more interesting. Arthur remembered, once, when they got into an argument over whether the English should have burned Joan of Arc at stake or not. That had been a real screamer, Arthur recalled.
The man put his feet on his desk, tugging his tie slightly loose, before replying.
"The aliens? A bunch of nonsense. Probably cooked up by some Americans wanting to be bloody heroes or something." Arthur said, rolling his eyes. It was pretty clear his opinion about the alien business. "But the real twist is the government... They are being extra paranoid about this one, aren't they?" Arthur asked, not really expecting an answer. He thought about her last comment, about the aliens hating them... Well, if the whole thing was real, that would mean that humans had gone through and killed a few of the aliens, and destroyed their way to get home... Arthur sighed, taking another bite out of his sandwich. This whole alien business was rather confusing. Suddenly, Arthur realized there was someone roaming the shelves. He glanced at Alin as he stood, readjusting his tie. "Sorry, I'll be back." He walked over to the woman.
"Do you need any help?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm starving. Didn't eat until late, but even then it was only a bagel..." He sat down behind his desk, a little surprised his boss hadn't come back. Well, not really. If anything, Arthur was well-known for being a stickler for the prim and proper. Well, until you got a few beers into the man.
It had seemed forever since Arthur first met Alin. She was cultured, knew about history, and was generally a polite girl. Not to say she wasn't able to stand up for herself. Alin had real backbone, and Arthur could respect that. Besides, it made their (occasional) arguments so much more interesting. Arthur remembered, once, when they got into an argument over whether the English should have burned Joan of Arc at stake or not. That had been a real screamer, Arthur recalled.
The man put his feet on his desk, tugging his tie slightly loose, before replying.
"The aliens? A bunch of nonsense. Probably cooked up by some Americans wanting to be bloody heroes or something." Arthur said, rolling his eyes. It was pretty clear his opinion about the alien business. "But the real twist is the government... They are being extra paranoid about this one, aren't they?" Arthur asked, not really expecting an answer. He thought about her last comment, about the aliens hating them... Well, if the whole thing was real, that would mean that humans had gone through and killed a few of the aliens, and destroyed their way to get home... Arthur sighed, taking another bite out of his sandwich. This whole alien business was rather confusing. Suddenly, Arthur realized there was someone roaming the shelves. He glanced at Alin as he stood, readjusting his tie. "Sorry, I'll be back." He walked over to the woman.
"Do you need any help?" He asked.
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Auryon moved towards the table as she was bid and waited for the Princess to sit before she lowered herself onto the other chair. She stared at LaNelope, disbelieving. This couldn’t be real. For the first two days since they were stranded, Auryon did nothing but search for others, but they seem scattered in the wind. On the third day, she had admitted that she needed a place to stay and had holed herself up in her current living quarters. She’d gotten the job on the same day. But now, the first Pyrrhic that she had come across just happened to be the princess. It was surreal.
“My Lady, what are you doing here? I was under the impression that your entire family stayed… home.” She paused before the last word, deciding that the name of the planet shouldn’t be spoken out loud. “Ah, forgive me, Lady. My name is Auryon Kimoni. I was a mechanic. My mother, Mistyk Kimoni, was one of the commanders before the… accident.”
She glanced around the store. It was small but clean. LaNelope shouldn’t be working, but under the circumstances, this would do.
“My Lady, what are you doing here? I was under the impression that your entire family stayed… home.” She paused before the last word, deciding that the name of the planet shouldn’t be spoken out loud. “Ah, forgive me, Lady. My name is Auryon Kimoni. I was a mechanic. My mother, Mistyk Kimoni, was one of the commanders before the… accident.”
She glanced around the store. It was small but clean. LaNelope shouldn’t be working, but under the circumstances, this would do.
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Lexie had successfully scanned through every book that she had retrieved from the shelves and she had gone back a second time to get another few. They were all just so entertaining she wanted the whole store. She had a growing stack to her right which was just being piled upon by the numerous works that she had scrounged from the shelves.
Suddenly a voice tore her away from her reading. Her eyes met his and a smile creeped up onto her face. She set the book on top of the leaning tower of novels and stuck out a hand, a motion she had seen other humans do to greet one another. "Hello I am Lexie. And I am doing..." She struggled for words that would not sound out of planet. "I am fine with the books. I have too many, now." She pointed to them and shrugged her shoulders. "I need to begin picking which I want the most, I know this one is for sure." She leaned down to look at the titles and pulled out the Edgar Allen Poe book, managing to just make the stack wiggle a little in repsonse. "His skills are breathtaking." She murmered showing it off to him.
She took in his features, her electric blue globes grazing over his blond hair and green eyes. She tilted her head, slightly, liking what she saw. "And what is your name...sir?" She asked, trying not to hesitate or how that she was having trouble producing correct intelect. She hated the way her voice sounded with the human language, but it didn't sound any different then a humans. A piece of her own blond locks was placed behind her ear as she kneeled down to begin assorting through. "Which ones would you pick?" She asked, peering up at him with her glass like eyes.
Suddenly a voice tore her away from her reading. Her eyes met his and a smile creeped up onto her face. She set the book on top of the leaning tower of novels and stuck out a hand, a motion she had seen other humans do to greet one another. "Hello I am Lexie. And I am doing..." She struggled for words that would not sound out of planet. "I am fine with the books. I have too many, now." She pointed to them and shrugged her shoulders. "I need to begin picking which I want the most, I know this one is for sure." She leaned down to look at the titles and pulled out the Edgar Allen Poe book, managing to just make the stack wiggle a little in repsonse. "His skills are breathtaking." She murmered showing it off to him.
She took in his features, her electric blue globes grazing over his blond hair and green eyes. She tilted her head, slightly, liking what she saw. "And what is your name...sir?" She asked, trying not to hesitate or how that she was having trouble producing correct intelect. She hated the way her voice sounded with the human language, but it didn't sound any different then a humans. A piece of her own blond locks was placed behind her ear as she kneeled down to begin assorting through. "Which ones would you pick?" She asked, peering up at him with her glass like eyes.
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Arthur rubbed his forehead, before shaking Lexie's hand. He quickly looked over the stack of books, nodding as he saw the Poe book. Yes, that was a good book... And he spotted several other interesting books in the stack, so it appeared Lexie had good taste... Or had simply taken an entire section of books off the shelf. She certainly had enough books for Arthur to believe that. He knelt down by the pile, picking a few from the teetering stack as he spoke. "I'm Arthur. I work here, so you don't have to call me sir." Arthur usually was a stickler for proper titles, but being called 'sir' was a little much, even for him. "Anyway, you seem to have a fine choice of books..." She looked to be in her late teens, at most, and Arthur thought of what he might have liked at her age. The only problem was, when Arthur was seventeen, he had been more into the wild side of things.
Arthur pulled out some Tolkien, Austen, Elliot, and a 'Complete Collection of Shakespearian Works'. A little heavy on the English side of writing, part of Arthur's mind said, but they were good (great) writers. He doubted Lexie would dislike any of them. Arthur skimmed over the rest of the stakes and also pulled out a (slightly battered) copy of 1984, Lord of the Flies, and Diary of Anne Frank, just to 'even out' the selection of books. He looked at Lexie, who had been watching him the whole time. He coughed as he set the books aside.
"These are all fine books. Tolkien, Shakespeare, and Orwell are some of my personal favorites. If you have any genre in general that you enjoy, I'm certain I can help you find a good book." Unless it was romance. Or science fiction. Those two genres were the only ones Arthur loathed.
Arthur pulled out some Tolkien, Austen, Elliot, and a 'Complete Collection of Shakespearian Works'. A little heavy on the English side of writing, part of Arthur's mind said, but they were good (great) writers. He doubted Lexie would dislike any of them. Arthur skimmed over the rest of the stakes and also pulled out a (slightly battered) copy of 1984, Lord of the Flies, and Diary of Anne Frank, just to 'even out' the selection of books. He looked at Lexie, who had been watching him the whole time. He coughed as he set the books aside.
"These are all fine books. Tolkien, Shakespeare, and Orwell are some of my personal favorites. If you have any genre in general that you enjoy, I'm certain I can help you find a good book." Unless it was romance. Or science fiction. Those two genres were the only ones Arthur loathed.
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Before another customer could be called in, Martin called Natalie over to serve the elders their food. She walked over towards him and picked up the plates. "So do you honestly think that these aliens are dangerous?" He had asked, as she walked away. She gave the old couple a smile and put down their plates. "Enjoy." She said with a friendly smile before walking back to Martin. "Eh, I mean they haven't attacked yet, have they?" She said before Martin shrugged. "Who knows. Anyways, business is awfully slow today, ya know?" He said, leaning over the counter as she walked back up to the area. "Ya. Oh hey, could you make some ribs before we leave? Taylor was saying how much she wants them. Just take the amount off of my paycheck." She said, as he nodded.
She waited by the booth until another customer came in, a man that looked more like an American cow boy than someone who was naturally raised in London. She gave him a friendly smile before welcoming him in and leading him to the diner. "What would you like to drink, sir?" She said, with another fake friendly smile. The man smiled back at her before looking at the menu. "Do y'all have some coke?" He asked with a heavy southern accent. "Yes, is that what you would like?" She asked before the man had nodded. She walked back towards the counter, setting down the order ticket. Martin laughed as he thought of something, and being Martin he said it out loud to Natalie.
"What if that guy is an alien?" He teased as he poured the coke. She shrugged. "So what?" She said bluntly before Martin rolled his eyes and snickered, handing her the coke. "Your too emotionless~" His voice sang as Natalie rolled her eyes and grabbed the coke, walking it to the man.
She waited by the booth until another customer came in, a man that looked more like an American cow boy than someone who was naturally raised in London. She gave him a friendly smile before welcoming him in and leading him to the diner. "What would you like to drink, sir?" She said, with another fake friendly smile. The man smiled back at her before looking at the menu. "Do y'all have some coke?" He asked with a heavy southern accent. "Yes, is that what you would like?" She asked before the man had nodded. She walked back towards the counter, setting down the order ticket. Martin laughed as he thought of something, and being Martin he said it out loud to Natalie.
"What if that guy is an alien?" He teased as he poured the coke. She shrugged. "So what?" She said bluntly before Martin rolled his eyes and snickered, handing her the coke. "Your too emotionless~" His voice sang as Natalie rolled her eyes and grabbed the coke, walking it to the man.
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Lexie tilted her head, watching him pick and choose which novels she would enjoy the best. Humans were so interesting to watch, just his movements had her staring. She didn't realize this was wrong, possibly able to freak the guy out for never wavering her gaze. "Thanks for the help, Arthur." She pronounced his name slowly as to correctly address the same symbols that he had done stating his addresed alias. She noticed his slight change in mood when he thought of her calling him sir. She would stray away from that, although she had been taught to stay polite with the human race.
She smiled when he complimented her taste. "I apreciate that...erm...Arthur." She had trouble going around the urge to call him sir again. "I like alot of fantasy books. Stuff about elves and warlocks, maybe even throw in a vampire, or an alien." She smiled at her last usage of words. "Speaking of," She added, wondering how this would go. "have you heard the news about the supposed newcomers to Earth yet?"
She smiled when he complimented her taste. "I apreciate that...erm...Arthur." She had trouble going around the urge to call him sir again. "I like alot of fantasy books. Stuff about elves and warlocks, maybe even throw in a vampire, or an alien." She smiled at her last usage of words. "Speaking of," She added, wondering how this would go. "have you heard the news about the supposed newcomers to Earth yet?"
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When you notice something on the floor, you never forget it. Even if you're not thinking about it, it's there subconciously. Like a crack in the sidewalk. You can't sweep up a crack. A crack is forever. A crack is a story of that particular bit of sidewalk's hardships and the days it's spent carrying fat people to their destinations. I bet that's how horses feel.Like sidewalks, but not cement. No, sidewalks are concrete, aren't they? I like cobblestones better — there's more to look at. I only say this because... what was the point again? Oh, right. I found an American dime on the sidewalk and I had never seen it there before. At first I thought I might just walk away, but I decided not to. I'd do something different for a change. I walk everywhere, even though I have a liscence and I could drive if I wanted to; but Dad took the keys to the Mustang, so it has to sit idle, waiting for Dad to come home. Only he's not coming home. He went to visit Nonna and Nonno and Aunt Amalia in Italy, but the planes weren't running because of the aliens, so he wasn't coming home. I wasn't sure if I likedthat or not, especially since he had the keys to the Mustang, but I could always borrow Aunt Fabiana's car if I had to. 'Cept that I can't drive on the left side of the road if I want to unless that's the direction I'm going, so I don't like driving. Of course, both sides of the road are the left, so really I supppose I could drive where ever I want. I remember that when another car drives past, and I stoop to pick up the dime. I was planning on giving it to Carreena (even though it was Eloisa's birthday) for her collection of international coins, so I put it in my pocket. Later I would remember that there was a hole in my pocket and find the dime in my shoe.
It was then that I saw a vaguely familiar face walk into me. It's the kind of thing that's difficult to miss, that. I was never one for names, and I didn't remember his.... I saw dark hair and dark eyes and and immediately dubbed him Frank until I could find out who he really was; because everybody is somebody, unless you're nobody and then you're invisible.
"Good morrow, Frank. A fine morning indeed." I tipped my hat, realizing only then that it was far from morning. Did I correct myself? Are worms the dumbest creatures on Earth? No. And yes. No to the first, and yes to the second... I think. Or was it the other way around? Is it important? "I bite my thumb in your general direction, sir. I might. I don't really. Isn't that an insult? Uhmm.... Yes. Then I'm sorry, Frank. Really I am. My name's Martina, but maybe you already know that. Martina Stoltzman, and nothing else." I paused for a moment wondering if that was the right choice of words, but I just shrugged it off. "I know you somehow, but I can't remember your name."
I had to think hard. Hard enough that I thought my brain might overheat, so I took off my hat to air out nearly shoulder-length reddish-brown hair. I've always loved the colour of my hair, mor than anyone else's. I've never seen hair prettier, except for Eloisa's, and I'm jealous. It's so red[i]. Red is a firetruck colour, not a hair colour. Most red hair is actually more copper or brownish like mine, or sometimes more blondish. Eloisa's is firetruck red. Red crayon red. Canadian flag red. No, they call that scarlet, and scarlet isn't really red. Maybe Eloisa's hair isn't [i]that red, but it is really long; which reminds me that his name is Nalin Spear, and that I had a Japanese Fanta commerical stuck in my head. I don't know what they're saying, but it's a very entertaining commerical. I don't remember how it goes, either. But I remember it. Then my eyes focused on the awning above my head and I tried to memorize it. It looks like every other awning on the street, but it's different. Very different.
"Nalin, isn't it?" I reached to take his hand. Something profound happened. Something struck me. I pointed at the hat in my hand. "Is this your card?" Ninety percent of my hats are generously donated by other people; some of that ninety I had decided would donate because a doctor once told me I might be in the early developmental stages of kleptomania, whatever that means. I replaced the hat on my head and stared at the guy who had appeared on Nalin's shoulder talking a mile a minute, but I still had time to take it all in. I never understood that phrase.... Mile a minute. How can someone talk a mile a minute? What's a mile, anyway? Meters are like yards, which are like feet, only bigger. "Caris." It was what he told me to call him, though his name was Kia. It didn't make sense to me, but maybe it was a middle name. That was why I let people call me Sadie, and why Aunt Fabiana called me Addison. I let myself taste his name on my tongue and smiled when I decided that it probably tasted like Turducken. A chicken stuffed inside a duck stuffed inside a turkey. Apparently it's good, but I think it's probably the ultimate in heart-attack food. "I'm Martina. Just Martina. Unless you want to call me Sadie, and then you can do that, I guess."
I tried to think of how to respond to all his questions at once.... Finally I decided, though it was really more like my brain-to-mouth filter spasming and I ended up only half hearing what I said. But it made perfect sense. "Have you ever spoken to the Queen's Guard? They're excellent conversationalists."
It was then that I saw a vaguely familiar face walk into me. It's the kind of thing that's difficult to miss, that. I was never one for names, and I didn't remember his.... I saw dark hair and dark eyes and and immediately dubbed him Frank until I could find out who he really was; because everybody is somebody, unless you're nobody and then you're invisible.
"Good morrow, Frank. A fine morning indeed." I tipped my hat, realizing only then that it was far from morning. Did I correct myself? Are worms the dumbest creatures on Earth? No. And yes. No to the first, and yes to the second... I think. Or was it the other way around? Is it important? "I bite my thumb in your general direction, sir. I might. I don't really. Isn't that an insult? Uhmm.... Yes. Then I'm sorry, Frank. Really I am. My name's Martina, but maybe you already know that. Martina Stoltzman, and nothing else." I paused for a moment wondering if that was the right choice of words, but I just shrugged it off. "I know you somehow, but I can't remember your name."
I had to think hard. Hard enough that I thought my brain might overheat, so I took off my hat to air out nearly shoulder-length reddish-brown hair. I've always loved the colour of my hair, mor than anyone else's. I've never seen hair prettier, except for Eloisa's, and I'm jealous. It's so red[i]. Red is a firetruck colour, not a hair colour. Most red hair is actually more copper or brownish like mine, or sometimes more blondish. Eloisa's is firetruck red. Red crayon red. Canadian flag red. No, they call that scarlet, and scarlet isn't really red. Maybe Eloisa's hair isn't [i]that red, but it is really long; which reminds me that his name is Nalin Spear, and that I had a Japanese Fanta commerical stuck in my head. I don't know what they're saying, but it's a very entertaining commerical. I don't remember how it goes, either. But I remember it. Then my eyes focused on the awning above my head and I tried to memorize it. It looks like every other awning on the street, but it's different. Very different.
"Nalin, isn't it?" I reached to take his hand. Something profound happened. Something struck me. I pointed at the hat in my hand. "Is this your card?" Ninety percent of my hats are generously donated by other people; some of that ninety I had decided would donate because a doctor once told me I might be in the early developmental stages of kleptomania, whatever that means. I replaced the hat on my head and stared at the guy who had appeared on Nalin's shoulder talking a mile a minute, but I still had time to take it all in. I never understood that phrase.... Mile a minute. How can someone talk a mile a minute? What's a mile, anyway? Meters are like yards, which are like feet, only bigger. "Caris." It was what he told me to call him, though his name was Kia. It didn't make sense to me, but maybe it was a middle name. That was why I let people call me Sadie, and why Aunt Fabiana called me Addison. I let myself taste his name on my tongue and smiled when I decided that it probably tasted like Turducken. A chicken stuffed inside a duck stuffed inside a turkey. Apparently it's good, but I think it's probably the ultimate in heart-attack food. "I'm Martina. Just Martina. Unless you want to call me Sadie, and then you can do that, I guess."
I tried to think of how to respond to all his questions at once.... Finally I decided, though it was really more like my brain-to-mouth filter spasming and I ended up only half hearing what I said. But it made perfect sense. "Have you ever spoken to the Queen's Guard? They're excellent conversationalists."
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Draped lazily over one of the chairs near the front that had been placed there for a nice, homey atmosphere Alin sighed and swung her legs to and fro.
"Oi, Eyebrows," She called from her slumped over position in the overly-stuffed chair. Hey, they were comfortable, and her feet hurt. "Are you done yet?! I have'ta get back soon, shift's not over yet!" Not bothering to move other than further crane her neck in her friend's direction, only to see seemingly endless shelves of books upside down and sideways.
They usually didn't get too many customers during her lunch break, seeing as Alin's break was from 1.30-2.00 in the afternoon. Much too late for the usual grab-that-book-you've-been-wanting lunch rush.
Arthur, affectionately named Eyebrows, had gone to help that chick-a-dee over there over five minutes ago. I mean, seriously. Does it take that long for him to point out a book or two- She stopped her internal, good-natured (no, really) grumbling and she deadpanned, Of course it does, it's Arthur I'm talkin' about here. Jeeze, that guy.
"Sooo, bored!" She jerked her hands up from their positions at her side and hanging near her head and proceeded to do some odd convulsing action then lie limply again. It entertained her, for the moment... Bored, again.
"Eyebrows!" She whined loudly, "I'm using my lunch break here! Entertain me, I brought you food damnit!" She raised a fist and shook it around, mimicking anger, still lying in an awkward-looking way on the plush chairs.
"Oi, Eyebrows," She called from her slumped over position in the overly-stuffed chair. Hey, they were comfortable, and her feet hurt. "Are you done yet?! I have'ta get back soon, shift's not over yet!" Not bothering to move other than further crane her neck in her friend's direction, only to see seemingly endless shelves of books upside down and sideways.
They usually didn't get too many customers during her lunch break, seeing as Alin's break was from 1.30-2.00 in the afternoon. Much too late for the usual grab-that-book-you've-been-wanting lunch rush.
Arthur, affectionately named Eyebrows, had gone to help that chick-a-dee over there over five minutes ago. I mean, seriously. Does it take that long for him to point out a book or two- She stopped her internal, good-natured (no, really) grumbling and she deadpanned, Of course it does, it's Arthur I'm talkin' about here. Jeeze, that guy.
"Sooo, bored!" She jerked her hands up from their positions at her side and hanging near her head and proceeded to do some odd convulsing action then lie limply again. It entertained her, for the moment... Bored, again.
"Eyebrows!" She whined loudly, "I'm using my lunch break here! Entertain me, I brought you food damnit!" She raised a fist and shook it around, mimicking anger, still lying in an awkward-looking way on the plush chairs.
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Arthur nodded and stood up, crossing his arms at Lexie's words. Of course he had heard about the aliens, and it was a bunch of nonsense. Before he was able to reply, Alin's voice hit them. "Oi, Eyebrows. Are you don yet?! I have'ta get back soon, shift's not over yet!" Arthur tried to calm himself down as he heard his hated nickname. Eyebrows my ass, he thought, holding his thoughts to himself.
"Well, I've certainly heard about the aliens, in the Times, but I don't know if I should believe it," Arthur replied as he picked up a good amount of the books she had chosen. "I can help you at the register, so please follow me..." Not really looking back to see if Lexie was following, Arthur walked over to the desk/register, glaring daggers at Alin. "My name is not 'Eyebrows'," He muttered as he starting to ring up the books. "And I already said thanks for the food. If you came here for entertainment, then leave. You know I don't have time to entertain you... Much." Arthur found himself blushing as he thought about the time he came to work drunk. Now that had been interesting.
Trying to avoid thinking about that particular incident (incidents, actually, and all very embarrassing), Arthur took a bite out of his food.
"Well, I've certainly heard about the aliens, in the Times, but I don't know if I should believe it," Arthur replied as he picked up a good amount of the books she had chosen. "I can help you at the register, so please follow me..." Not really looking back to see if Lexie was following, Arthur walked over to the desk/register, glaring daggers at Alin. "My name is not 'Eyebrows'," He muttered as he starting to ring up the books. "And I already said thanks for the food. If you came here for entertainment, then leave. You know I don't have time to entertain you... Much." Arthur found himself blushing as he thought about the time he came to work drunk. Now that had been interesting.
Trying to avoid thinking about that particular incident (incidents, actually, and all very embarrassing), Arthur took a bite out of his food.
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Lexie smiled at his obvious discomfort. He looked appealing when angered and she noted that he did not like to be called 'Eyebrows'. She nodded to herself as she followed him up to the register, setting the books down on the counter where the register sat. She noticed a flume of dust escapading around the books after she released them and she curiously watched the particles. What were they? And why were they all over these novels until she apparently uprooted them. It was all so concerning in her eyes and she reached out to touch one of the bits that was quickly lost from sight under the color of her pallor skin.
"Hmm."
She turned back to Arthur, watching him take in a bite of his sandwich and again she was distracted by the humans and their usual rituals. What was that thing he held to his mouth, and why did he need it?
"What's that?" She asked alloud, unknowing that this was completely an inhuman action.
"Hmm."
She turned back to Arthur, watching him take in a bite of his sandwich and again she was distracted by the humans and their usual rituals. What was that thing he held to his mouth, and why did he need it?
"What's that?" She asked alloud, unknowing that this was completely an inhuman action.
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Arthur quickly rung up the books and tallied the cost, chewing as he did. He was about to tell her how much it would be when she asked, "What's that?" and motioned to his sandwich. Arthur looked at it and then back at her, a little puzzled. Well, if she hasn't read Tolkien yet, she must be from somewhere else... Maybe Asia? Arthur wasn't exactly sure how to reply, so he did his best.
"Well, it's a sandwich... Erm, food? Y'know, you eat it when you get hungry." He scratched the back of his head, a little puzzled by her question still. Who didn't know what a sandwich was? Well, apparently Lexie didn't. He found himself blushing and he quickly added, "That'll be thirty five pounds." He had a want for Lexie to leave so he could talk to Alin, but also wanted to talk more with Lexie. She seemed nice, if a little clueless.
"Well, it's a sandwich... Erm, food? Y'know, you eat it when you get hungry." He scratched the back of his head, a little puzzled by her question still. Who didn't know what a sandwich was? Well, apparently Lexie didn't. He found himself blushing and he quickly added, "That'll be thirty five pounds." He had a want for Lexie to leave so he could talk to Alin, but also wanted to talk more with Lexie. She seemed nice, if a little clueless.
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"What's that? Really, who doesn't know what a sandwich is?" Alin echoed a bit thrown off by this girl's strangeness. Because really, she acted a bit off if you asked her. Rolling over on the couch, now laying on her stomach, she flopped down again and groaned.
"I know 'Eyebrows' isn't your name, but it got your attention, no? And I'm boooooored!" She made a face at the last word, sticking her tongue out and crossing her eyes, to let him know she was kidding, though she was bored without him being entertaining. I don't know why, but every time I come in here it's like an adventure, especially when stuck-up, ol' Artie here comes in drunk. Wow, that's a sight to see! Alin laughed softly, muffling the sound further by burying her head in the back cushion of the too-comfy chairs.
"Arthur, any new books or recommendations? I have to get going soon, lucky for you though, I only have to go across the street in about 10 or so minutes." She grinned deviously, "I know how you get when you're deprived of my presence for so long. You turn into a hermit I dare say..."
"I know 'Eyebrows' isn't your name, but it got your attention, no? And I'm boooooored!" She made a face at the last word, sticking her tongue out and crossing her eyes, to let him know she was kidding, though she was bored without him being entertaining. I don't know why, but every time I come in here it's like an adventure, especially when stuck-up, ol' Artie here comes in drunk. Wow, that's a sight to see! Alin laughed softly, muffling the sound further by burying her head in the back cushion of the too-comfy chairs.
"Arthur, any new books or recommendations? I have to get going soon, lucky for you though, I only have to go across the street in about 10 or so minutes." She grinned deviously, "I know how you get when you're deprived of my presence for so long. You turn into a hermit I dare say..."
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The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
1, 2, 3, 4, 5by SuckOnMyJuiceBox on Thu Jun 02, 2011 11:18 pm
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The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
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Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
Just give her pounds, haha XD Make things easier for us XD Anyway... Maybe Lexie wants to stick around and Alin gets mad and starts being all 'no way, he's my friend not yours', and Arthur is trying to smooth things down without getting anyone mad at him? XD Just a thought... XD
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
Actually, I have to get out. Life calls, plus I am already in alot of roleplays and it is really overwhelming.
I know that is a lame excuse and I am sorry. :/
I know that is a lame excuse and I am sorry. :/
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
What kind of money would the alien's have? Or do you think that would be to obvious on Lexie's account and that she would already have pounds.
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
drunk!Arthur is both funny and disturbing... I mean, he get's so much different... XD He goes from being a kind of gentleman to a rude and argumentative man who really just needs to chill.... XD
Anyway... Sounds just like what I thought of for the bookstore. Dusty, small, cramped with books, and generally the kind of place Arthur loves... XD
Books for the win! XD I read... A lot
Anyway... Sounds just like what I thought of for the bookstore. Dusty, small, cramped with books, and generally the kind of place Arthur loves... XD
Books for the win! XD I read... A lot
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
@Poetic: drunk!Arthur is always Hilarious! And thank ye, that chair is exactly the one I though of when I found out that Arthur was working a bookstore. :D That and your "small and dusty" description too, packed to the brim (and otherwise overflowing) with books and shelves of books :D Perhaps a very tiny fireplace behind the cash register and desk
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
XD Anyway, waiting for a post... -.- But no, drunk!Arthur would scare anyone... -evil plans-
Edit: Saw your post.
Edit: Saw your post.
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
Lolololol. That would be most amusing. :D She would want to try, too Bad the aliens can't do drugs. Although I would say that Lexie's over acting imagination would make her disown them.
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
@Kel: Well, I don't mind if Arthur and Lexie get together XD I wasn't sure if you wanted them to or not, so I didn't say anything... XD And it would be funny, if later, Lexie sees drunk!Arthur.... XD
@Bleeding: It's fine... It's kind of small in my mind, and dusty... Besides that, I don't really care. BTW, nice chair...
@Bleeding: It's fine... It's kind of small in my mind, and dusty... Besides that, I don't really care. BTW, nice chair...
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
@Poetic: Just checking, you don't mind me making up what parts of the shop look like right? I know its a little late but if anything I wrote in my last post is wrong according to your mental picture of the bookstore tell me and I'll fix it. Sorry about that if it annoyed you at all... >.>
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
Awh. She is so interested in humans I kinda wanted it to maybe lead to romance, depending on how it went.
I'm never a jump the bone kind of person, either, so it would take some time for them to slowly become acquainted. You see.
Kel is fine, Kelsi is my full name. (: Just BTW.
But i like nicknames.
I'm never a jump the bone kind of person, either, so it would take some time for them to slowly become acquainted. You see.
Kel is fine, Kelsi is my full name. (: Just BTW.
But i like nicknames.
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
@Kel (can I call you that?): It's fine XD I'm used to rpgs being stop and go anyway, haha.... Anyway, how about Lexie and Arthur strike up a (rather strange, I guess) friendship? Doesn't have to move to romance, but our poor Arthur could use some human interaction (besides Alin XD)
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
Hey,
I just wanted to stop by and say i have to drop out......
I have a lotttt of stuff going on in my life atm, and i need to deal with it.........so i'm dropping all my rp's on a few sites, and taking a RP hiatus for a bit...........
Sorry for inconveniencing yous guys, but Good Luck with the RP! and hopefully we can rp together whenever i get back on RPgateway.
I just wanted to stop by and say i have to drop out......
I have a lotttt of stuff going on in my life atm, and i need to deal with it.........so i'm dropping all my rp's on a few sites, and taking a RP hiatus for a bit...........
Sorry for inconveniencing yous guys, but Good Luck with the RP! and hopefully we can rp together whenever i get back on RPgateway.
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
I think you can join XD There's no limit on people and we haven't gone far, so... Anyways.... I'm waiting... -headdesk-
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
I'm sorry *bows* my internet has been down the last few days and was wondering if I could still participate.
Re: [OOC] The Sounds of the Pyrrhic
Hey guys, whats up? Did this die or is everyone just really busy?