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 Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 4:51 am
The orange citrus girl sat upon a bench along the road, a stationary figure bathed in the soft glow of light while the sun rose in sluggish climb over the tips of the trees. It wasn't too early, but certainly before noon on a day where the sun was more of a somber glow than a brilliant shine.
Her hands were in her lap, though they were far from stationary. Fingers twined and twirled with each other, wringing together as if there was something to be fixed by pulling her skin from the very bone. Those warm eyes were all but drowning, the tears leaking over thin lower lashes to rest upon the upper round of her cheeks. It was clear she was doing her best not to cry, but apparently the shock had wedged it's way in so deep there was little control in her anymore.
Vanyel was quite the wreck.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 3:26 pm
Seph was not generally an early riser, but he had slowly been getting into the habit of it. It seemed there a slow transition of many things in the house - the most important being that of Sara's personality. Slowly but surely she had become... more responsive. She seemed to act more like the other people he saw on the street - this was in part because he was using his powers less and less.
He awoke in the morning, fluttering his eyes open and finding himself surprised not to see Sara beside him. She, on the other hand was definitely not an early riser. It quickly alarmed him and he arose, making his way through the house. There was no sign of her.
He changed to into the only outfit he had, his red ensemble, beginning to pace through the house before finally deciding to go out. He began to wander about, a little more frantically then he cared to admit. Sara had never left him in the morning. It brought his mind back to his encounter with that girl... Callie. His eyes narrowed, finding himself on a lone road, eyes setting themselves on a bench. He saw a figure and immeaditly headed over, the air around the bench seemingly much like what he felt off of Sara. But as he eventually halted in front of the bench he found himself not staring at Sara. Instead, at a... woman? He could not call her a girl, she was much older then Callie, though younger then Sara.
"Hello." He murmured solemnly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 1:43 am
Vanyel gave the slightest, but still visible, start as the boy greeted her. Large orange eyes turned to the boy that had spoken, seeming out of focus for a moment. Indeed they were out of focus. Ever practical, Vanyel had removed her glasses so as not to stain them with her salty tears. Break downs could clearly wait for every detail to be taken care of for the citrus girl. After a moment she fumbled in her shoulder sack on the bench beside her, pulling out those librarian style glasses and shoving them up her nose after wiping at the remaining tears with the back of her sleeve.
It wasn't that she was all that happy to be interrupted, but the girl was so heavily ingrained with that nice factor that a hello wasn't going to go unnoticed unless a super-crisis arose. Now, there had been crisis and Vanyel was struggling through the after math. Nothing could be changed, so rudeness was not an option.
"Hey," she replied, her voice watery, like she could have been a mermaid just coming up for air. After a deep sniff, for she had a personal distaste for those who blew their nose in public, Vanyel nodded to the seat beside her if he wanted to join her. "Why are you out so early?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 5:46 am
Seph merely carefully watched her, but didn't say another word. Instead, he examined the environment around him - he didn't really know where he was, but he figured with enough wandering he would be able to get back. However, he also noticed a smell... a citrus smell. Was she also a... what was the word... Scent?
He watched her take out her glasses, curious at her change of a apperance. He stared in front of him at the hello, and didn't respond until a couple moments until after the next question. "I'm just wandering." Seph said cooly, gently taking a seat beside her. He didn't know who he she was, and even if he did he wouldn't have divulged the truth. "What about you?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 1:42 am
Truthfully the two of them weren't very far from recognizable areas, but the area had been chosen for its deceptive unfamiliarity. Vanyel had wanted to run away as far as she could, but the hesitant teen inside of her had been unable to completely commit to such an act. This edge of town was as far as she'd been able to go before she got scared, and so she'd just stopped in her tracks and sat as soon as she could. The tears had come soon enough after.
Vanyel nodded at his words. Wandering was not such an unfamiliar concept to her. She might have noticed the scent wafting off the own boy, but the crying had wrecked havoc to most of her senses; smelling being particularly shut down for quite some time. "Wandering too I suppose," she murmured under her breath. "More like running away I suppose." Somehow it made her laugh, shoulders shaking ever slightly before the gloom settled over her once more.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 4:29 am
Seph didn't know where he was partially because he didn't get a chance to walk around the city that much, and when he did he often chose not to. What was out here that seemed to be so much better then the four hollow walls he resided in? The fact of the matter was he'd only encountered one person whom he'd gotten along with.
He'd been trying to learn how to control his scent, considering the added side-effects of it - but considering the situation he'd let his scent be, if her senses returned she'd wouldn't smell much, but there would be a numbness. He watched as she laughed, not looking all to pleased about her response - a bit worried, really. "Running away from what?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 4:38 am
Vanyel rubbed at her nose with her finger, furrowing her brow before heaving a sigh, "Everything. If I'm lucky," she replied, adding the second sentence more as an after thought than anything. If his scent really did numb, then she would have been welcoming of it. Then again, she was already feeling pretty numb deep down insides, chances are his hidden tricks wouldn't effect her very well.
"Every find out someone you love has died?" The teen looked sideways at the boy before deciding she'd rather not see him when he replied. He either hadn't, and couldn't comprehend, or he had and he was likely to give her some long story about it in an attempt to cheer her up with empathy. Either way, neither answer was really satisfying to her, and she wished she hadn't asked in the first place.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 1:51 pm
Her response didn't put his own mind at ease at Sara's sudden dissapearance. Though it was no more sudden then any other time she had left him alone, the time of day was peculiar. He'd never seen her wake up earlier then him. He stood silent, not sure how to respond to that.
The only reaction Seph gave at the statement was a blank look. This concept, this word - he'd heard used his before, but he couldn't imagine a strong attatchment to anyone. "No. I don't love anyone." He said simply.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 4:04 am
"That's too bad then," Vanyel replied, more depressed for the boy than she would have been for either of the answers she had thought she was going to hear. "I suppose...it would be easier not to love anyone." The teen nodded as if absently reaffirming such a fact, but then her lips rolled into a pouty frown.
Van couldn't imagine not having loved her guardian. Kitten had be fun loving, and silly, always using her shape-shifting to entertain the girl when she'd been down, and though she hated it when her daughter spent all day in the library, she'd never given her that much trouble. The teen had thought that Kitten simply had needed to leave for a short time to take care of some business, but then the letters had stopped, and the days turned into weeks and months. "And now there's someone strange in my house," she said absently, as if she'd just relayed the whole mental conversation with herself to the boy.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:01 am
The words almost confused him a little. After all, this woman here seemed absolutely crushed and she was telling him it was a shame he didn't love anyone? It didn't really add up that well. "Maybe it is." Seph said simply, seeing as life didn't seem to be too bad for him at the moment.
He let the silence linger, seeing that she seemed to be in a very fragile state. Kind of like... Sara, except there seemed to be more... emotion. "A... strange person?" He asked, unsure of how he could imagine a strange person any more. So far all the people he'd met were Scents. Some of them constituted as strange.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:09 am
Vanyel nodded absently to his question, back into her calm, shock-like state. No tears, no sniffles, just a dry, dead calm. "She's a stranger, and she's strange. She had a note from Kitten." The teen screwed up her face slightly as she remembered the letter. It started off so cliche, like they were filming for a cheesy movie. The whole if you're reading this then I'm dead thing. It was quite a bit more unnerving in real life, but Van had laughed anyway, assuming it to be a joke on behalf of Kitten.
When this new woman, Anaztasia, really started making herself at home though, the reality had begun to set in. Soon there were tears. Vanyel didn't care that Kitten had requested Anaztasia to take care of her. The teen didn't want to be taken care of. When she'd expressed this, the stern older woman had given her a verbal lashing, and that's when she'd run from the home.
"I don't want her there, but I can't get rid of her and I can't leave."
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:18 am
A stranger... who was strange. That didn't really help him get a mental picture of this person, but considering he hadn't been getting the most thorough responses so far he supposed he shouldn't have been expecting one. "Kitten?" He blinked, the word association make him think of a cat. Was this girl in a traumatic state because of a... cat?
"Why can't you leave?" He asked, not really seeing the logic. Sara got up and parted every once in awhile. And he wandered off every now and then, too. There wasn't too many steps until... that was permanent. "I mean... what are you doing right now, then?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 8:10 am
"Oh gosh! I'm sorry!" Vanyel said in one of those motherly, flustered ways, smiling absently, "That was rude of me. Kitten was the name of my guardian. Just a nickname I'm sure, but I never knew her real name..." and her voice drifted off once again with a flutter of a sigh.
What was she doing right now? She'd thought it was pretty obvious she'd gotten as far as she could go before the tears had taken her over. The teen had hardly made it to the bench. "Right now I'm stuck. I can't go any further away. Where would I go? How would I survive?" Van shook her head at the futility of running away. She knew she'd live with Anaztasia no matter what, if only because Kitten had begged her in the note.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 9:13 am
Things made at least a bit more sense. At least she didn't have to write the girl off for being crazy for listening to a stranger who had gotten a note from a cat. Then maybe he'd think she'd had something to be worried about then living with someone she didn't like. "Why don't you?" He found it strange not to know someone's real name. So far every time he had met someone the first thing they had told him was their name.
"Why do all those facts seem so important? Isn't the point that you're getting away?" He seemed to think that she was concentrating on things that seemed like after the fact kind of things.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 2:34 am
Whatever Kitten's real name had been (though Van supposed there was a possibility Kitten's mom had really just named her that at birth) hadn't been divulged to the teen, and why would she give other people a hard time about what they wanted to be called? "It never seemed important to give her a hard time over what she wanted to be called," Vanyel said with another one of those sighs.
Because the teen was currently living in the "after the fact" state, being that she'd done the running and now it was after that, it seemed logical to her that she'd be concentrating on such things. "They don't seem important. It is important to have somewhere to live, someone to take care of me." Sure, Van could cook and clean and generally live on her own, but she didn't have a job. Relying on Kitten's income had gotten her by, but if she refused Anaztasia's help then she's be in a bit of hot water.
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