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- Posted: Wed, 15 May 2013 23:49:11 +0000
Ainsley was leaned against the brick wall of a very old building watching two teens with brightly colored hair. The female had pink hair that looked soft and fine like cotton candy. It reminded him of a trip to a carnival he had taken with his clan when he was very small. The thought was soothing and he very much liked the way it made him feel. The male sitting next to the pink hair girl had strikingly bright blue hair. . The pair looked incredibly out of place in this dusty old ghost town; though the group of teens as a whole pretty much looked out of place here. This used to be a tourist place but with everyone in the world obsessed with electronics, places like this were falling to ruins. It broke Ainsley’s heart to see such history left to fall apart with the very few people that cared doing everything they could to keep it alive. Some people were just not raised the way people used to be. There was no value in the past anymore.
His thoughts were getting away with him though so he focused back on the two sitting on the steps of the building he was leaning on. He was near enough to pick up bits of conversation, well that would have been if the two were having a conversation that anyone could here. From the looks of things they were passing a note rather than speaking to one another. That was rather interesting. He cocked his head as he watched the interaction. When the male passed the note back to the girl she looked very please and he handed her a beer. She seemed to struggle with opening it. Ainsley chuckled a little and shook his head. He wondered if maybe this was her first with the way she fumbled with the can. She spoke then and her speech was very strange. He realized by the way she mouthed the words like she was feeling them out that the girl must be deaf. No wonder they had been using a note.
The girl set the beer down then. Suddenly a crow swooped out of nowhere towards the two which sent the pink haired deaf girl flailing. Ainsley was not a big fan of birds and could understand why it had scared her so. The boy with her on the other hand seemed incredibly bothered by the fact that she had knocked into him the way she had. He had even shouted at her. That was when Ainsley noticed that the boy was blind. He moved his head about as though he were listening to the sound of the bird that had startled the girl rather than looking for the bird. Then he was laughing. Well that was not very nice now was it? Ainsley took a small step forward before decided to let it be and see how things played out a little further as he listened to the girl work out an apology. She must have realized than that he was laughing and for a moment she looked confused but then she was laughing right with him. This was all very strange to Ainsley. The blind leading the deaf? Wasn’t that some kind of proverb or something?
The laughter subsided and he watched the girl tip the beer into her mouth. It made him want a drink as well. The blue haired male finished off his drink rather quickly and stood, leaving the can on the steps he had been sitting on. He seemed to jerk his head in a gesture for the girl to come with him before heading in the direction of the old saloon. The building had been renovated to be a more restaurant style with a bar to better serve the types of tourists that came around these days. The place was locked up but this didn’t stop the male. Ainsley chuckled a little as the blind male kicked in the door. There were much less obvious ways to break into places but he was pretty sure the other male didn’t much care. He decided to take this opportunity to get himself a drink too. Careful as not to startle the pink haired girl he stepped up next to her to follow into the bar. There had been a deaf girl in his camp back when he was younger and his mother had taught him letter signs and a few other signs so that he could interact with the girl.
He was probably very rusty as it had been four or five years since he had put that skill to use so he stuck with signing his name to her. He pointed to himself and signed out the letters slowly. A-I-N-S-L-E-Y. He had stopped just short of the inside of the doorway when he noticed that the male was circling the room. He figured that was to get a feel for the place so that the blind male didn’t run into anything or trip or whatever. Out of respect and not wanting to get in his way Ainsley stayed put but spoke to let the male know he was there. “They got anything good in this place?” he questioned in a mellow tone, though he kept his eyes on the girl so as not to miss anything she might say to him. Or rather sign to him. He leaned back against the door frame and flicked the a** end of his cigarette out into the street. Yeah it was a bar and he could have gone inside of it but Ainsley didn’t really like to smoke inside of public places.