Kyle Macintosh's Story

Kyle was settled comfortable out the front of his garage, sitting on a low stool as he worked at his motorbike with a wrench, tightening a few parts he'd taken off from the latest improvement.

Kyle found himself wandering down the streets of the city with a bag full of parts dangling in his grip. They jangled and jostled with every step but he didn't seem like he even noticed, eyes locked forward in a world of his own as he made his way through the crowd, stopping awkwardly every now and again to stop himself running into another person.

Making things was on his mind, and he had a list in his head of all the things he had to finish for the day and was trying to think of the most efficient way to do them.

While Noelle strode down the road, her eyes wandered over to a man walking down the street with a strange, clinking bag. He was considerably taller than her, but then again, everyone was considerably taller than her.

She looked up at him slightly, fixing her pale blue eyes on his face, he looked odd. In fact, weirder than the usual she'd seen at least. Her mind suddenly wandered to the fact that she must be weird to anyone else passing her, the thought made her pause. "Weird is still weird to the weirdest..." she mumbled, stopping in front of him.

Noelle stood there for a few moments, another breeze blowing around her bright orange hair. She didn't exactly know what to think of this place, the world was full of strange places but none quite so strange as this. Strange was a funny word, she'd often think that to herself before she went to sleep, when the strangest of thoughts ran through her mind. That was a good word to describe her, right? Strange? It seemed to have an ugly and pretty ring to it.

A pungent smell was being blown around in the wind, and she didn't really know what to think, it smelled suspiciously like a mixture of body odor, alcohol, puke, and shame. The last part wasn't necessarily true, but it still made her giggle a little bit. Her pale blue eyes darted around to try and find the source, because whatever it was it seemed to be strong.

Her eyes fixed on a lanky blonde man strolling down the sidewalk, oh yes, that seemed to be the source. Everyone in the town seemed like some sort of giant, despite her small size. She let her hair fall over her face, not bothering to brush it back, she was gaunt and hadn't been eating much recently, but she didn't want someone else making comments about 'Oh you should eat something, my dear!'
Noelle wasn't stupid, she knew eating was a basic form of survival, but nevertheless she didn't do it as often as she should...

Her round eyes were still fixed on the man who smelled like alcohol, and her mind tried to conjure up some form of greeting that didn't sound totally bizarre.
"Crazy night?" she asked softly.

A white red haired man sat in the Lazy Palm's ducked into a corner wearing a slate grey suit with a slight shine to it. Black leather dressy boots and a red silk tie. He was tanned and from his frame tall but also possibly underweight but one could not be too sure unless they hugged him or saw him without his blazer on.

He'd be silent unlike the many in the Bar and Restaurant with only a glass of water with ice and a lemon and lime slice. He looked down at the table, looking sickly due to his paled face compared to his naturally tanned skin, his unusual hair hiding his white blue eyes with the expression of pain etched into them. His breaths much like sand paper, hands shaking slightly. He would take a sip of his water and as he parted his lips from the rim of the glass, red coloured the rim, mixing the water with a pinkish red cloud that only made him sigh.

"You have no idea." John said with a hearty laugh, if was so crazy, it had to have been! He couldn't even remember it. jerking his eyes from the skyline and looking at the girl before him, maybe she could help him out. She seemed helpful enough.

"So, Red, you know anywhere a man can get a cheap," Free, "Meal at around here?" John, asked while he turned, matching his pace with the shorter girls, and walked with her, intent on conversing with the first person to acknowledge his existence. He put his hands behind his head, giving a wry grin at the smell that hit him in the face as he did so, a shower was in his immediate future. Or, a bath in a fountain. Whichever came first.

Noelle didn't quite hear him quite well at first, gazing into her own little world. Her eyes rolled up to rest on the blue sky, and she seemed to be completely zoned out for a little bit.

Her hand fluttered into the pocket in the over sized blue cardigan she wore, clutching her white chess piece, a queen, to be specific. "One should have money in their hand... but not their heart" she mumbled and rooted through her purse, pulling out a couple of gold coins, commonly referred to as "Dracos" in her realm. Everyone seemed to have a story about how they'd managed to get to this strange place, but she hadn't exactly recalled any. Half of her told her that she'd just wandered onto a ship and gotten here, another said she was only in a dream, and needed to wake up.
"Dreams, surreal realities" She told herself.

"Eh, Red? You okay?" John asked, walking backwards in front of the girl, and waving a hand in her face. "Earth to Red~." She was off in her own little world. He could understand that. He tended to do the same thing, but he didn't know where they were headed. He completely disregarded the fact that they had just met, and there was no they.

"Soooo," he began awkwardly, looking around them in confusion as to where they could possibly be. "Have you lived in this city long? I just got in earlier today."