Alyssa Lee Trian's Story

The babble that came from the other - woman, man? - flew over Alyssa's head. She blinked, slowly, dumbfounded at the way someone, something, could talk so fast and take another person just appearing in stride. Although, in the world that Alyssa was from, it was not at all strange to travel such as she had. For a moment the woman peered around, her brows slanted downwards. She appeared as if she were looking for someone and, to be truthful, ignoring the words that bubbled up from the other person. Alyssa did not have the best of social skills as a child and, now that she was trapped in an adult body, they were not going to get any better.

"So, since you are not leaving, what colour panties you wearing?"

The words broke the stupor that she was in and a dark blush settled upon her face, turning the flesh red, starting in her cheeks and spreading through her face and down her neck. Her lips moved, soundlessly once more, though this time it was in embaressment.

"Wha colour," echoed in her head and, finally, after a few seconds a high pitched squeak emerged from her lips.

"How could you even," she gasped, blue orbs looking at everything but Sirad, her heart pounding in her ears.

"Panties."

A soft laughter almost bubbled up and out of Alyssa's throat, but she waited for CeCe to laugh first because, otherwise, it could be drastic - but she heard no soft laughter, no echoing screech of outrage, or the stomping of a child's foot.

Instead, Alyssa was silent, red faced, eyes wide. Power crackled along her skin like electricity, sparking from her shoulder to her collarbone and then to her thigh, a quick jolt a cross her body.

"Private!"

Chuckling with cruel mirth she gave a two-finger salute amused by the reaction she had caused and how it seemed to make the girl pause. Unlike others she did not speak normally, instead she said a lot all at once and watched people try to comprehend everything she had said. It was generally great fun to watch, especially as they could not begin to even answer. Gripping the bottle she took a long swig, continuing to laugh, before speaking, "Ah well I'll see for myself." her eyes stared through the girl and immedaitely licked her lips in predatory way, "My oh my polka-dot how quaint and so truly adorable." the demoness appeared behind the girl and slammed her open palm on the rear before vanishing to resume position of before, it happened so fast that it was hard to say it even happened. In fact she was once again drinking from the bottle gripped in hands.

Noting the power she mused out loud, "Well then, a sexy battery, I wonder how much juice said battery has." delivering salacious double-entrendre, she gave a wicked toothy grin, "Nix the lie on the road and wait until car rolls over your head, you are too adorable and blushy to have such a fate. I was little too bitchy, besides how can you not love naive girls who wear polka-dot knickers."

Unfortunately, the woman did see her panties- and polka dotted they were. The child turned woman was so confused tears actually sparked in her eyes, though there was a tone of anger beneath them. A childlike innocence seemed to shroud the woman and, though she was confused and slightly terrified, an idea formed in her head. It was obvious that CeCe, the child Godess whom Alyssa had been given too, was playing a joke on her - just like she always had, just like she always would (right?).

Alyssa turned those huge, wide blue eyes on Sirad and made (probably) a huge mistake.

She stomped her foot, turned her lips into a frown, and scrunched her nose up. It was the start of a fit - like one a 5 year old would throw. Of course, mentally, Alyssa was still 9, the age she had been last time she saw CeCe and -it- had happened, but now she was in an adult's boy and it was about to be rebellious.

"Cece!" She shrieked at Sirad, for that was who she thought Sirad was. It was obvious. She moved so fast. She tormented her, though in a way that she was unused to an unaccustomed to, "I don't like this!" Down came the foot and acrossed the floor sparked harmless lightning. Even if it somehow would touch Sirad it would simply feel like magic- not painful, or good. It was simply energy. The other had it right, Alyssa was, in her untrained, child like way, a battery.

Imagine what someone could do if they harnessed that power.

Nadya bounced into Gambit's, carrying a stack of papers. "Hey bartender person I got your order here!" The thirteen year old dropped them on the counter and took a seat. "Hey can I get an orange juice? You're last on my route and I gotta get a drink before I go home, or Laura knows I'm still doing this."

Hearing the voice of another child, Alyssa peeked out form beneath the table that she was hiding under. Sure, she was 12 years old, and she shouldn't have been hiding beneath a table, but the young child had been raised by the 'Goddess' CeCe - who was 8. Without adult supervision and able to teleport between worlds, the child was a little...wild.

Nadya was the only other child - excluding CeCe - that she had ever seen. Wide blue eyes focused on the 13 year old, and she shuffled out, ignoring the voice in her mind that told her to be cautious.

"You're like me!"

Nadya looked at the other kid. Hm. They did look alike. They both had darker hair! "Am I like you, or are you like me! Want an orange juice?" She beamed and accepted hers from the bartender. Man, it was always so fun here. Gambit's was either dangerous or super laid back but she liked both versions even if she was under strict orders to leave if it got dangerous. First though, Laura would have had to find out.

The question - the first one, not the second - stumped the girl for a moment. She picjed at her lower lip, tearing off dead skin as she contemplated it. Usually a question unanswered met some form of destruction from CeCe, so she had to answer... Right?

A few minutes later, the young child spoke, hesitantly. Was it the right answer? "I'm like you." This was followed by a nervous expression. "I'd love some Orange Juice!" She shouted the words at the bar tender, anxious to please this new girl in case not doing so would have dire consequences.

"I think we're both like each other." Nadya grinned at her new friend. "I'm Nadya, what's your name?" The bartender placed an orange juice in front of Cece and Nadya paid a bright smile given to the bartender for it all. The man nodded and the girl bounced on her chair. This was all fun.

The girl liked making new friends with anyone and everyone.

"I'm Alyssa," she stated, then gestured under the table she had just been under. "And this is CeCe!" If Nydia looked beneath the table there would be no one, but it was important to Alyssa that she at least introduced the Goddess who allowed her to be alive.

"I've never seen another.. person like you, where did you come from?" The question was sincere, as evident by the frown on her face and the way her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Are you a Goddess, too?"

"Um. Russia." She answered and beamed. "My family died in the bombings. And I'm pretty sure I'm not a goddess but I think I know one. Just not all of the times. Some of the times I know her and some fo the times I don't." Nadya never knew what she knew and what she did not know. "But I live off Lady Une with my new guardian. She's...well she's boring but I guess havign one is kind of nice."

The words that the other spoke confused her even more. Bombings? Russia? Guardian? They were all foreign to Alyssa, having never heard of them or been to any type of school to learn. "What is a Guardian? Why is it nice to have one?"

All the brunette could think of was an animal, perhaps hidden within the other's clothes?

"Um. Like a parent, but the government tells them its so." She said. "She takes care of me, and makes sure I have clothes and don't join gangs or do crime and stuff like that." She shrugged, uncertain what exactly she could say. "Kind of like a fake mom?"

There was no way to stop the confusion that Alyssa felt. To actually have someone to dictate what you did? Keep you dressed, fed, and from committing crimes? It just didn't exist to Alyssa. "Don't you just take your food and clothes?"

"Um, no. She just gives them to me. She even cleans them! I have to fold them and put them up though and it sucks." Chores were the worst. "I try not to just take things." It wasn't the easiest either. Taking things was pretty easy after all.

Alyssa made her way into the bar, nearly collapsing into the nearest chair. The poor, slight, woman was in the grips of withdraw - her body was coated in sweat despite the thin, dirty jeans she wore and the belly shirt that exposed a sunken in stomach. She hadn't eaten in days, hardly drank, and definitely had not slept.

"God, CeCe, why did you leave me?"

The words were torn from her cracked lips, her head hitting the table, dirt brown hair shielding her face as soft sobs wracked her shaking body.

Alyssa Lee Trian Alyssa made her way into the bar, nearly collapsing into the nearest chair. The poor, slight, woman was in the grips of withdraw - her body was coated in sweat despite the thin, dirty jeans she wore and the belly shirt that exposed a sunken in stomach. She hadn't eaten in days, hardly drank, and definitely had not slept.

"God, CeCe, why did you leave me?"

The words were torn from her cracked lips, her head hitting the table, dirt brown hair shielding her face as soft sobs wracked her shaking body.

Alyssa Lee Trian was shocked by the voice of someone next to her. She was so far gone that she had not even noticed that she was sitting by a mountain -- man, it was a man.

The woman lifted her head, dark blue eyes seeming to suddenly focus on him. They were cloudy- she was half hallucinating the entire encounter.

The jedi's dark robes drew her attention for a moment, lips parting, dropping. She looked like a cop to Alyssa and her paranoia sparked. "What's going on," she whispered to the drunken man. Obviously he would know what was happening.

Alyssa hung on every word that came from his mouth, nodding her head frantically to his words. The woman was emancipated, shaking in her jeans. She had only a few dollars to her name, and hadn't even bothered to order food despite that look as if she had never had a meal in her adult life.

"Please, yes, god. I'll do anything, man."

A phone! She could get a phone - it would be good, yea, and then she could probably find a few more dollars for the guy while she waited for the goods to be delivered.

At the person stumbling through the door, Alyssa jumped, her eyes shifting around to each person in the bar. The woman was enjoying her drink - that was good, cops couldn't drink on duty right?

Alyssa was more worried about the new comer who was suddenly there. "Uh, a phone? I don't, I mean, I don't have one.."

Alyssa Lee Trian froze, gaping at the woman. It was a cop! Shit!