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 Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 11:15 am
 The blonde enjoyed the handshake, quite a lot actually. As soon as the new boy accepted his claim, Ciri started feeling more and more at ease in his company... Like this was where he was supposed to be. Whoever it was that organized this game, he was pretty good. Any thought of letting go of the boy's - Jessie's - hand left Ciri's head as soon as the feelings started. The grip only tightened, as the blonde started dragging his new companion closer to the center of the area, in hope of getting to know something more about this game. But most of the people seemed to already create pairs, and didn't seem to be much interested with what was happening around them. The young blonde noticed a few people he actually knew - the world's small, isn't it? - like Ashton and Adda, and waved to them happily with his free hand. Which made him remember that he didn't get a confirmation yet. So he stopped suddenly, and turned his head towards Jessie, mischevious sparkles in his eyes. "So." He started, pinning the other's eyes down with his own "That guy totally said we need both agree on the whole thing, and I guess you didn't yet, at least officialy. So. Like. Will you be my soulmate for the night?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 11:38 am
Jessie felt kind of relaxed as well, his thoughts sort of fluttered staring at Ciri, was he developing a crush here? love at first sight? At least being dragged along by the hand wasn't too bad when you where wearing skates, or as painful.
He tripped a little over, he had glanced over to the person Ciri had waved at and recognised Ashton from the other day. He wondered what he was doing here, and how Ciri knew him as well. Paranoid thoughts immediately jumped to the possibly if they where already in a relationship. No, why Ciri be flirting with him if they where?
"Your soulmate? Wow, really?" he paused, not sure if this was serious or part of what he was still assuming was roleplay. "Okay" With a little smile of his own now.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 6:38 pm
Shin stared off into space as the mouse like boy spoke; shivering like a new born deer trying to find its legs. Really, was there no better person to speak then that? Sighing he let his hollowed out eyes scan the huge crowd that had gathered and were now hushed to listen to some speech and warning, not like the warning was very clear but it also wasn’t very sly either. He could see most of the people here were nothing special, anyone with the right set of eyes could see that; huddled together in pairs and in groups, like prey. Nibbling on his bottom lip he turned to his deck of cards, unlike last time where he had played with them; now he flipped them over reveling a few pictures. The first was a leaping fish; its scales were a strange white yellow color; an albino fish with blue eyes; a carp to be précis, then followed a panther stalking something in the shadows where her fur barely showed an outline and her yellow eyes gleamed; and last was a unicorn foal, bound with rusting chains and it’s silver blood pooling around him even as he fought to free himself.
Scrunching his brow in a frown he ran his fingers over the last card, and holding his breath he flipped the last and almost hissed in anger; blank and fully out white. Stupid cards, they had been showing the same thing for weeks now! Glaring at the things he placed them back into the deck and shuffled a good many times before he drew again; nothing changed at all from when he drew them, to the colors. The fishes’ scales had once been a stunning rainbow of color but they seemed to slowly fade; and the young unicorn had grown and the chains grew more rust and the blood pool larger. Looking up he noticed with some surprise, that people were pairing off into twos looking excited, one couple was speaking a strange baby talk to each other; creepy. His eyes roamed, seemingly hollow but a dark brown to everyone but himself and a few others; he searched for who could be his partner.
There were so many people; but he knew from the boys looks, not everyone would bond tonight and those that didn’t, were in for some trouble. If he thought about it, that meant there was something special he had to look for; but he already knew that but what he saw looking at all these people seemed the same, there were people who stood out; but none like a beckon he expected to find in a bonding. Suddenly his eyes landed on a worn out boy, he didn’t look over sixteen yet he seemed ready to fall over and just give up on life. There, that had to be it, almost like a fire seared into his mind as he caught tired blue eyes. Quickly Shin gathered his cards up, shoving them in one of his pockets on his pants, ripped and torn showing tanned skin neatly. He would just start up a conversation then.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 2:52 am
There were too many people; weeks of solitude had not been very good for him, he felt worn thin and tired but when the boy came up Kasnes looked at him, into his eyes until he saw normal colors and was sure of them. Bonding, why did he have to do that; was this boy part of the shadow creatures even his he held none of them in him, or was this so called rumor really a game? Everyone around him was talking excitedly; happy and laughing since they knew nothing of what was going around them. ‘As if you do, you block out the most important part!’ Closing his blue eyes Kasnes rubbed his head in a reaction to the voice that had become a habit, as if the movement could ward it off, but it hadn’t yet and he knew it would. The voice laugh much like an innocent child, so soft like a chime of a bell on a horses harness during Christmas.
The boy got down and disappeared somewhere, he didn’t say a whole lot yet the kid had been shaking; Kasnes wondered briefly if perhaps he had been scared, but what of? His attention turned to look through the crowd, he had told his gang to stay away; the warning from the boy only proved to himself that his decision had been right on not wanted his strange little family close to here. Couples were heatedly talking to each other, asking each other questions while others smiled saying they had bonded a week into dating, friends were laughing and joking together and doing secret hand signs. Most of these people would be gone soon, was this then the last time they would be seen? Bonding, was it really a friendship thing, or lovers; some how he doubted if all of this would be so easy.
Glancing up he was caught by a pair of dark black eyes, for a minute he froze in fear; but suddenly he saw they were only a dark brown; the man was Japanese as many were that stood here now. Tiredly he looked away, but he was forced to once more look into the dark brown when the man walked up to him and smiled. “What do you want?” ‘Oh, you are so social!’ Ignoring the voice Kasnes looked to the man, feeling as if he had meet him before but after awhile of him being unable to place the face, he asked the man again what he wanted.
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 5:21 am
[This is the continuation of toxiin and Shiri's characters meeting, done via PM]
Ashton didn't like that he felt a sort of kinship with this girl he just met. In his life he was never felt this way about anyone, there was never this instantaneous fondness and like for a single person. Even Finnegan (who Ashton would do anything for and thought his heart belonged solely to) didn't automatically make himself precious to him. It was unnerving and the urge to talk about his family and for heaven's sake his job scared him more then this job that they were supposedly given.
To take his mind and eyes away from the girl in front of him and their bond he glanced around the area and was surprised when he recognized a few people (Ciri, Christiana, and Jessie) but he didn't actually want to go up to them. It seemed they all had something to do as well, they seemed to be approaching their bonded with some hesitation. But none of them seemed to feel as unnerved as he himself. Though he wasn't too good with people so they could all be crying on the inside and Ashton wouldn't notice.
Ashton laughed, a bit on the hysterical side if you were listening closely. "This doesn't feel like anything temporary. Like." He waved his hand a bit, something of a bad habit, talking with his hands. "Like, we already know each other?"
That wasn't quite it, but he didn't want to tell Rhiannon that he had the urge to tell her anything and everything about himself to her. To see if she would turn away or stay with him. He was terrified of everything and anything that had to do with him coming out about his family.
"I am not looking forward to this." Ashton stood up straighter and hardened a bit. "Nothing good can come from this, having to rely on someone else to survive never can end well." He glared thoughtfully where the boy disappeared and resisted the urge to stay on the lookout for something. This feeling of time running out wasn't a nice one. Nothing like the solid warmth he felt for Rhiannon.
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Hearing the hysterical note in Ashton's voice as he spoke, Rhiannon unconsciously touched the arm of the hand that had been waving about in an effort to soothe. Inexplicably, she felt the need to hold this boy tight, to calm him down and tell him it would be okay. The thought was so out of character for her that she jumped, pulling her hand back and hooking them in the belt loops of her jeans before anything else could happen. Sh*t, this is so not right.
Yet even as she was telling herself that, she couldn't help but agree completely with the other's words - she knew him. They didn't know the details of each other's lives, yet she could read him perfectly, understand his every movement and see things from his point of view. Without any visible sign from Ashton, Rhiannon could see the other's need to share himself with her, to talk, and make that connection even more solid and tangible than it already was.
And looking inside herself, she found a similar need. Perhaps it was the forced bonding that made her so much more aware and accepting, but Rhiannon also felt that it was giving her a chance - she'd closed herself up for so long, that it had become impossible to open up.. at least until now. Impulsively, Rhia cocked her head to look Ashton full in the eyes. Giving in to her feelings, she smiled, the first genuine smile of the night.
"You can tell what I'm feeling too, can't you?" Rhia found that accepting the emotions now rushing through her was easier than expected. Right now, she felt as if she could fly if she wanted to, and mentally took a leap of faith, saying what Ashton hadn't been able to. "I know I should be scared at how fast this is all happening and how much I trust you, but it seems.. too perfect to fight with. If I told you about my past, do you think it would ruin it?"
Leaning closer, she lifted her right hand and placed it gently on Ashton's cheek. "Well, no matter what happens tonight, I think I will be glad to have met you."
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Unbelievably Rhiannon's touch didn't make him tense up or back away instead he felt calmed by her touch and felt almost happy by her need to soothe. That itself was enough to stop the train of thoughts that were causing him to freak out in the first place. Ashton blinked as Rhia (when did she become Rhia instead of Rhiannon? Never has he been this familiar with a girl even in his own mind) took her hand back and placed it in her belt. He blushed a bit at the knowledge that he never wanted to be apart from her, she felt too new and too precious for it to disappear.
Looking Rhia in the eyes he was calmed by her need to connect, not by just this strange bond, but by talking as well. They both had the urge to from a friendship and they wanted it to be a as real as they feelings they would feel coming off each other. Ashton could only nod and smile as he echoed the same joy Rhiannon was feeling.
"It feels right?" He smiled awkwardly and blushed at the meaning of his words. He never thought he would say them about anyone else but his roommate. But somehow, in a few seconds this girl has become as important to him as Finnegan is. "It doesn't seem like we really need to speak? Like," Ashton hated this feeling of not being able to translate thoughts into words. "It's like we already know each other?"
He didn't want to talk about the past, the only thing worth talking about was Finnegan. And he didn't want the longing to ruin something that felt so new, so right.
Ashton grinned under her hand and grabbed Rhia's wrist and held it lightly. "I was just passing through, but I am glad I stopped to listen to that strange kid." He blushed a bit as he responded in kind to her flirting, but he couldn't help it. It didn't feel wrong or weird, it felt, right?
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Rhiannon hadn't realized how much like flirting her actions had been until Ashton blushed. She was always an irrepressible flirt, but for some reason, until he'd grabbed her wrist, it had just seemed like she was interacting normally. And yet.. it felt good. Not wanting to disturb the moment, she stayed still as she regarded him with solemn eyes.
The bonding seemed to have taken an interesting twist when it came to their particular relationship - it was rather strange to be able to understand so well someone that she'd just met - but she could feel her companion's reluctance to discuss anything too personal.
"I was just passing through too." Though she understood what Ashton had meant when he'd said that he felt there was no need to really talk, Rhia still felt like she should speak, to try and connect on as many levels as possible. While curious, her nature just was not built to pry, and so she found herself looking around, searching for any possible topic of conversation that would allow them to continue talking.
To her surprise, her quick gaze found two somewhat familiar faces, those of Dain and Christiana, and she paused for a second before once more resting her eyes on Ashton's grey ones. Suddenly, the hand on her wrist seemed less flirtatious and more comforting as the mood they shared took a more sombre note. A frown appeared between her brows as she spoke again, this time in a low whisper. "Do you recognize other people here, too? It seems like too much of a coincidence that the two new people I've met recently would show up here at exactly the same time..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 1:37 pm
theLimeTree In all honesty Cam really couldn’t say he was paying attention to the majority of the speech. His limp was heavy was he made his way across the expanse of asphalt and cement. Another breach of territory before he could go home and sleep for an acceptable amount of time before reality came crashing back down in via whatever alarm his cell was set to (courtesy of one Jim Maloney). He stiffened at the sight of his haphazard roommate, no doubt hitting up the ginger before him, before rolling his eyes and trudging on, tension high. Of course the sketch setting in which a young psycho was giving what sounded to be a pre-apocalyptic speech. Some kids these days. Camille shoved his hands in his pocket and turned the other cheek.
Granted he couldn’t stop himself to lending an ear to the type of crazy that was emitting from the young boy’s mouth, catching short phrases of things like ‘bonding…temporary…’ and ‘as reality crumbles around you’. Was it him, or was there a weird charge in the air? Refractions of light became sharper, something he could easily pin on fatigue, pain meds and rowdy roommates. He was about to take a sharp left, avoiding the crowd, maybe take the long route home and see if that calmed his heart to a more acceptable rate, ease his muscles in the thick air, the calming lights and minimal people and …was that a dog?
Cam squinted, stopping short and hand immediately flying to his pocket as he picked out the form of an easy guide dog with complementary human attached. A rather small human to be exact. Camille wasn’t all that large either as he was so constantly reminded by shelves and crowds, but he could definitely tell that the young form was not quite adult yet. And judging by stature, stance and assistance in the form of man’s best friend, Cam could adequately discern that he was he wasn’t in top functioning form. His nursing mind, always switched on, catalogued possible use of the dog and what disabilities could be correlated with the guide animal. This ongoing search coupled with the assessment of the boy’s age alerted something deep within Cam’s chest telling it to ‘constrict and protect’.
Suddenly home became less of a desire and his leg’s throbbing lessened as Cam changed his course to the boy. Being sure to announce his arrival in a textbook variant manner of ‘calm’, Cam halted and gave a small grin and a short wave. There was a pause and an inward smack to the back of the head once he realized that yes, a good need for a guide dog would be blindness.
Cam took a deep breath and spoke in his best halting Japanese out to the young boy. “H-hey. I’m not bad or mean. I want to help. Isn’t it late for you? Are you lost?”
He paused for a moment before looking back at the truck turned stage may god have mercy on your souls and furrowed his brow before crouching down, ever slightly, to the young man’s height. He continued in English as he’d essentially used up his repertoire of useful Japanese sayings. “Crazy people now a days, yeah? I’m Camille.”
white oblivion
Fuyuki was frozen in place. He didn't know why but he had a tantalizing feeling that something was off. The things the young man said -he figured out the speaker was a young man by the way he spoke and the tone of his voice- sounded surprisingly ominous and alerting even to a person like him, with the perfectly practical mind, that reality taught him that the only things real are the things you can touch and smell and taste and hear. His eyes couldn't be fooled by illusions because he had never been able to look at them, instead he simply looked through them with the rest of his senses. Ordeals, bonds, reality crumbling, gods... normally he wouldn't even stand there and listen...
This time, however, he had the vague feeling things where different. He had the vague feeling he knew what would happen. The thought clawed away at the back of his head like a trapped animal trying to escape. Like a hidden truth trying to surface. He couldn't remember though and it made him agitated.
He was so absorbed in his own state of mind he didn't feel the stranger approaching him until after he had spoken to him. Unwillingly, he was jumped and it took him several moments to compose a reply. "Anou..." it wasn't really in his character to stammer like that. "M-Mochiron." he replied quickly, but his voice faded out right after... "Shou deshou ne..." he lowered his head and bit his bottom lip timidly. He'd have replied in the rest of the questions about it being late and him not being lost but the man moved to introduce himself.
He gave off a calming air and Mocha had not growled at all so long. These where clear signs that the person really had no ill intentions. The man calling himself Camille really wanted to help him. He felt guilty for doubting him, even for a moment. He nodded his head at the last, rhetorical question and gave a small smile to the other as he changed hands on Mocha's harness to extend his right one -like a grown person- for a handshake. "I'm Fuyuki." he said quietly. He made a rather long pause, feeling an ominous feeling of premonition.
"I... I am not sure about the people being as crazy..." he mumbled in English now. "After all, so many things are happening lately that cannot be explained by simple logic." he was sounding serious, but... "I'm... I'm scared." he admitted. And he wasn't scared just for himself, he was scared for Aya whose trails he lost, and he was scared for the man, Camille, who only seemed like he wanted to help, and he was scared about everyone else in that place as well... because he felt it -in the way only blind people can feel- that something wasn't right at all. Something was hapenning that just wasn't right, an abnormality he couldn't explain.
*anou...: uhmm...
*mochiron: of course
*shou deshou ne...: I suppose... (or 'I guess')
thelimetree
Camille squinted at the child, not because the streetlamps seemed particularly bright, or the his vision was impaired in any way…confusion is what he chalked it up to and would later probably blame it on the short conversation had in a tongue no where near his own. French, no problem; English, even easier. Yet, when you throw some Asiatic garble into his mix of romantic based languages, he was so far gone that there was no hope. Idly he drummed his fingers against his pocket, something to do with them for lack of better reasoning. That is until he saw the small hand outstretched in, notably, his direction. Good aim for a blind kid, or maybe there was something else. He shook his head and returned Fuyuki’s handshake with a firm yet, tender handshake. Healing hands his sister called them. He preferred simpleton hands to healing hands but Magnolia was like a force of nature. If you don’t bend to her will then she’ll make you. His gut clenched thinking of his younger sister and merely gave a sheepish grin to the boy before him.
“It’s nice to meet you Fuyuki…” Cam paused thinking of how nice it was to not need to speak Japanese. Granted most of the people he deals with in a daily life are fluent if not knowledgeable enough to get by with him. “And while I’d like to agree with you, kids standing atop of trucks and giving judgment day speeches aren’t exactly what I’d file as a mentally healthy patient.”
Yet, Fuyuki had a point. The odd happenings as of late, people going missing, supposed gang activity going up, he couldn’t explain it and really had no will to try. Honestly it wouldn’t have come to mind unless it had been pointed out to him, as it was. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling suddenly so small next to the kid. Spoke too eloquently in a language that wasn’t his own (despite he himself being fluently bilingual since he could talk) but it sounded too…adult coming from the small body. Knuckles white from grasping the harness of the dog beside him. And suddenly Camille was struck with his inherent feeling of ’I can fix you’ that happened so often he was no longer taken aback by it. No, his time in the war had changed that for him.
”I’m… I’m scared”
All he had to do was mutter those few simple words and a warm flush flared up from deep down in his toes. A feeling similar to the one he felt with Magnolia. During his childhood with Robert lurking at every turn, two faced with his mother and to him. To protect, to heal, to fix…. protéger, soigner, fixer. Make the pain go away no matter how it plagues you.
Inwardly he groaned because he now had a task, to save the floundering boy in front of him, defend from the psycho running down the streets as they stood and made light chatter. He was lost, alone and scared and Cam’s inner moral compass decided that tonight, this boy is your mission. Proceed in a timely efficient manner and succeed.
“Hey now…” Cam took a step before bending on one knee as much as he could, right leg burning at the sensation of moving and ohgodwhydidhemovethatway. He winced before grinning up at the boy, getting situated in his awkward stance. “I’ve got you now. We’re gonna get you back home where no one can get at you, ooh-rah? Any big baddy will have to get through me first.” despite my short stature that is…Note: ooh-rah - It's a Marine call? All of the armed services have one. Kind of like a unity battle call to bring people together and is often used in unison upon receiving an order.... yeah... white oblivion Fuyuki sighed at the handshake, any doubt he might have had about the man swept away by the texture of that palm. It was rough yet welcoming to the touch, like a safe haven in the midst of a storm, the exterior ravaged by the winds and rain and hail, the interior safe and sound. A nest. The feeling of safety didn't last for long though as the unsettling one clawed its way in his heart giving birth to a tight knot deep in his stomach. The man's words only helped to sign off his feeling of premonition. There would be no need to protect him if nothing was wrong, seriously now. Even so he managed to smile back, grateful he was being cared for -yet again- by a stranger. It seemed a rather recurring pattern as of lately.
Something clicked in his mind, as if the final piece to a puzzle had been placed in its position. The image was complete. The only thing left was for him to realize that. "Y-Yes." he made haste into answering. The man was sounding slightly enthusiastic and he didn't want to appear like some pessimistic old man and whine that he felt it was going to be more difficult than it appeared to be... to get back home. Though it did make him wonder. Did any 'big baddy' really exist, waiting to get them? If that was the case... no. He had to stop thinking like that. At least he'd save the grim thoughts for later. It was better like that. He mentally made a note to invite Camille for dinner sometime, if nothing for all the trouble he was going through for him. His sister would be overjoyed, if nothing, to have someone new over, at last. But it wasn't the time to think of things like that... was it.
One more moment was passed in his silence as he failed to gather his thoughts to speak something that would probably help the situation they were in. And it was in this silence that a feeling was set ablaze inside of him. It felt as if someone was looking at him without looking. Seeing him without seeing. As if someone stared directly at his soul. The feeling was accompanied by a foreign kind of frustration and the will to back away and hide.
'What if I look away and deal with it?' he couldn't run forever, if he wanted. And there were people that needed him. Needed him. Like Aya... and judging by the boy's speech, Camille would need him soon as well.
"I will fight too." the choice of words was as odd as it could be, but could as well as be prophetic. thelimetree Cam was slightly taken aback by the bold front that the boy before him pulled. Needless to say, the timid docile figure exclaiming his will to fight after stating just how frightened he is, was slightly amusing… If not adorable. Camille’s eyebrows promptly met hairline as he gave the kid a look. He was a very deep child no doubt. The firm handshake had proven that and Cam was long since versed in the language of handshakes. The boy, Fuyuki had spirit. However, maybe he was a bit too brash at such a late hour for Cam’s comfort. And fighting? He didn’t want to seem the douche but honestly? The kid wasn’t much for looks on fighting. He put his palms up in what is patented as Cam’s defensive and calming gesture given that he wasn’t a big fan of fighting either.
“Who said anything about fighting, Fuyuki?” He gave a small laugh. “I said protect you but…I don’t hurt people.”
“I heal them.” He offered timidly. There was an uneasy moment where he swept his palms against his jacket, searching for the pockets before deciding they were better free for his unseen gesturing. Cam licked his lips in apprehension before glancing back over at the crowd that had accumulated. “Okay, Fu…um. Or should I just stick to Fuyuki?”
He shook his head and wracked a hand through his hair. Why couldn’t he form words? He worked in pediatrics for Christ’s sake.
“Sorry. It’s late…” Camille settled, or rather threw out the excuse, before placing his hands on the straps of his ruck and peered down the nearest street. “We should get you home, D’accord?”
Idly he thought back to the announcer once again, the crazy one who had run off shortly after his end of the world speech. The hair on the back of Cam’s neck was still raised slightly at the topic. Like he was missing something vital in the entire situation.
“What do you think that kid meant about bonding?” He blurted out and mentally cursed whatever cocktail of pain meds he popped beforehand. white oblivion
Fuyuki frowned. He was always the one others looked after, he, himself, in turn wasn't much help though. Even so what the other said interested him and so he paid even closer attention. Not to fight but heal. Protect instead of destroying. It seemed beautiful but... honestly... Fuyuki couldn't see how it could be used in real life. Morals were good... but only for so long. He didn't want to end up being used by others... and the good people... the gentle ones... those that could still smile and see a small flickering light in everyday's dull darkness... were always the first ones to be stepped upon.
"Are you a doctor, Camille-san?" Fuyuki asked tilting his head to one side. "Also, Fuyuki is okay." after all Camille was older than him and even if they actually were speaking Japanese it would still be okay for him to not use a suffix with his name. He sighed softly waiting for the other to speak. He'd have said something relevant to what the boy said before but he chose not to, seeing how it was an odd subject to talk about, especially when Camille was speaking about getting him home. But then, of course, he asked.
"I don't think he meant getting tied with a rope..." Fuyuki trailled off. "Maybe 'to bind' it means to stay together. To work together." he tightenned his right hand's grip on the harness and bit his bottom lip. It felt off. Even the words he was speaking felt as if echoing from far away. He suddenly felt as if he was observing everything from a third person's point of view. The pieces started slowly clicking into place.
"I don't mind bonding if it's you." he spoke truthfully, relaxing his posture a little.thelimetree Camille started, chuckling a little at the kid's sentiment. Was he a doctor? He let an easy smile slide onto his face, not something that happened often to be honest. The corners of his cheeks pinching into rare dimples. The kid was alright. A little naive about the entire ordeal but still had this third sense presence that Cam found slightly off putting. Definitely older than his years but, still acceptably young.
"No, not a doctor." He started, fingers sliding their way into his track jacket's pockets. "I'm just a nurse."
He gave a small nod to the comment on Fuyuki's name. It was odd, however not uncommon, that the kids he worked with denied his shortening of their names. It was second nature like with Magnolia who will always be Mags. He bit the inside of his cheek looking around the area when a sudden hit of trepidation smacked into his stomach. Suddenly he didn't want to move. The feeling was a familiar one but somehow he always seemed to get over, especially when the bullets start flying and some brother in arms is screaming for a medic. He felt ill. The blood was rushing to his core, stomach and heart. He kept his breathing normal, straining as he brought his fingers to his temple to get some blood back to his brain, in order to think. Now was not the time to have a shell-shocked panic attack.
Then Fuyuki said something about binding with a rope. He looked up at the boy, eyes flicking from dog to his face, hands still poised in his hair before he gave a small smile. Trying to get a hold of his breathing but his instinct told him that something bad was coming. His voice was stable and strong, it didn't matter where you are. If you let fear into your voice, everyone else around you will sense it and plunge into trepidation as well.
Fuyuki had a calming effect, he might add to the list of the boy's attributed. Slowly he brought his hands down, ready to retort with a 'No, you really don't want to bond with me' and then crack a joke about carpets and the need for long walks before they were soiled. However, he honestly couldn't bring himself to do it. His gut pushed him to instead respond with the affirmative.
"At least I'd be able to keep an eye on you." His own tensed posture gave way slightly, causing an odd rushing sensation. Yet, it all seemed to focus on his leg. Which now burned in restless discomfort. "Hey, we should probably get you out of the cold and dark now, d'accord? Could you point me in the right direction so we aren't ambling through this monster of a city... I hardly know my way around the block let alone how to get anywhere from here."
White Oblivion Fuyuki smiled up at Camille. He had been used into associating the profile of a nurse with a female person, still he could imagine Camille being a nurse too. After all he did have the right qualities to be one from what he had seen, or rather felt, so far. So... a nurse it was.
"Y-Yes." he made haste into answering the question. "We should probably get moving... though by what the boy said we might not be able to leave Shinjuku before this is over. I, too, am getting the feeling like we're cut off. Even so we should probably try escaping by going backwards, through Yoyogi park and exit in Harajuku station." he said while thoughtfully twisting a strang of hair around his left hand's fingers. He wasn't sure about it... in fact he wasn't sure at all...
"Even if you're new we shouldn't get lost..." Fuyuki shrugged. "Mocha knows her way around since she has been walking the streets for years now." he smiled making a slight motion of his head downwards to his dog. Mocha lifted her head and looked upwards making a small sound, just as if she understood everything. Fuyuki always found it amazing, how the dog seemed to understand things that even humans overlooked. He felt relieved all of a sudden and smiled.
No matter what it was... he was sure there was still hope to make it out in one piece...
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 6:31 pm
To pretty to die huh? She laughed lightly, as she slid her hand from his. "I'll hold you to your word." Her blue eyes looked up into his, but it didn't last all that long. She was going to ask him about his traveling, it had felt like the 'creepiness' had faded now... But that was far from true.
When it turned midnight, it was as if everything changed. Nothing looked quite right. Peprika took a step forward, grabbing onto Jim's arm. The heel of her shoe echoing. She had never seen anything quite like it, really. The distortion of the area made her suddenly feel nausea. It was like that light headed feeling...
But as she looked around she noticed that there weren't as many people there anymore... People must have run off. What should she do? There was no way she was going to leave Jim's side now, but would staying in one place be a good thing? More then likely not, and especially if they want answers they'd have to go and look for them... Power in numbers right? Maybe they could ask some of the others and make a group...
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 8:41 pm
---Ashton and Rhiannon--- Ashton was taken a bit aback at Rhia’s low whisper not because he didn’t want her close (he was perhaps too invested in keeping her near, safe, his mind whispered to him) but because he didn’t really think about her knowing anyone else here. As selfish as that thought was, he mentally pinched himself and squared his shoulders.
“Yeah,” He brought Rhia’s hand away from his cheek to hold it loosely in front of him. He felt like letting her go or walk off would be very bad. The hairs on the back of his neck have started to rise, which means some-thing-one was watching all of them. Ashton wanted out of here. This place was too open for him to be totally relaxed.
Ashton blinked and looked at where he was starting to pull Rhia towards. He paused and flushed again, he was doing things without thinking about it. This was not the time to react totally on instinct, the thing with the strange boy was starting to make him think about what they are really in for. And he knew he wanted no part of it, though it doesn’t look like he has much of a choice anymore.
“Some of the people here live in my building.” And like a punch to the gut Ashton remembered Finnegan. He was all alone and most likely working the late shift again at the store because Finn doesn’t like going back to an empty house.
Ashton looked around quickly as his urge to explain his fear of his roommate getting caught up in this something he can’t quite get a hold of yet made him break out into a cold sweat. “Do you mind,” Ashton squeeze his free hand into a fist and took a deep breath, “helping me find my roommate? I think he might get caught in this and-” He couldn’t finish the sentence and he just stared at Rhia and pleaded her to feel the fear and hysteria that was starting to bubble inside of him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 9:03 pm
Jim felt his surroundings change before he saw them, the sky and building almost zooming outwards in their perspective, fisheye-ing around the edges. Whereas usually he felt like the one towering above others, especially in Japan, now he felt like an ant, tiny in the eyes of some invisible judge. It sent a shiver down his spine and he resisted the urge to cower under some cover and wait for it to go away like some bad storm.
There was, of course, a lady present, and while every bone of Jim's trouble-worn body wanted to curl into a ball and pretend he was safe back at the apartment on the pull-out, under a blanket, there were appearances to keep up. Taking a deep breath, he focused on trying to remember how he had felt before the odd sensation had blanketed his skin and permeated the air around him. Feeling Peprika's hand on his arm grounded him and he opened his eyes again, only to see a strangely familiar head just beyond Peprika's red hair.
Moving towards the other person suddenly had him regretting his rash impulse as he fell to his knees, his feet moving more sluggishly than he was used to.
"Cam?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 7:26 am
The voice was a familiar one and something he just couldn’t ignore. It lifted him out of his focus and brought the onslaught feeling of something was most definitely wrong, a gut wrenching intuitive pain that had saved the lives of many in the corps. Don’t enter that building, look left first, one up, two up, three up and bring in the grenadier. The same feeling he got while walking under overhangs of cute little shops and the one that told him that hallways were nothing more but a funnel of death. He looked up, eyes scanning, squinting in the changing light. He coughed, bringing a hand to his chest, feeling dog tags and testing the air before he spotted his original target. Under the sludge like feeling of the air he turned back to Fuyuki a small smile playing on his face however forced it was, looking from him to the dog before him. Normally he had a healthy respect for canines, too many bad memories behind half latched doors, but he didn’t trust the loyalty of one. Very much like a marine. He tried to imagine a highspeed muscle man on the crucible named Mocha. And just for a moment he put the thought of Jim out of his head. Fuyuki needed him the most right now, small frame looking oddly tiny to him in the moonlight.
“Mocha now? ‘s a good name for her.” Camille bit the inside of his cheek smile becoming progressively harder to keep, looking back at Jim and the read head, brow furrowing as he saw the other fall to his knees. “Jim? You….okay? merde…” He called out, glance quickly flicking over to the redhead and suddenly worried for her too.
He turned his body facing his roommate and new acquaintance before looking back at Fuyuki, cold chill burning up his spine as he felt like he needed to pace, torn between the two groups. Group, they needed to be one, four was enough for a firing team and lord knew there was safety in numbers. Especially if one happened to be falling to his knees during the simple action of turning face… definitely didn’t want to leave him in charge of the young lady when he can’t even keep his center of gravity.
“Hey Fuyuki? M-my roommate is right over there, nice guy, all heart but missing a little in the head.” Camille joked, keeping the tone lighthearted like he did at work. “I think that it would be best if we meet up with them before we take you home. Honestly they’re only 10 meters out, and then we can get you home and safe to your parents. Bien?”
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 9:09 am
Jim scrambled to his feet, taking mental note that his limbs no longer moved like they should and hollered back, "Yeah! M'fine! What're you doin' 'ere?"
He looked over at Pep, resisting another urge this time, the one to pull her close and wrap his arms around her and not move. Instead, he slung an arm around her shoulder, gripping her far shoulder with his hand. "S'my roommate, Cam. Dunno wha' e's doin' 'ere, but I sho' think s'lucky. The mo' the merrier, righ'?" Clenching his teeth, he couldn't stop a shiver from tensing his neck. What he didn't say was how absolutely certain he felt that tonight might be the last night he'd see any of them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 10:44 am
A small, ghostly smile played on Fuyuki's lips at hearing the man call out to Camille and his reply, as well as his explanation. It was a friendly gesture, although a little rude and definitelly pointy.
"We should join with them." he merely stated. He was worried if anything. Never mention the feeling that they couldn't leave Shinjuku as well as the clear information that announcer gave them... he might be as cynical but on the other hand he didn't want to seem disrespectful by overlooking whatever hopes they might have had left.
Extending his free arm slightly, to grip the end of Camille's coat in order not to lose him he made a small nod of his head. "You don't need to worry so much about getting me home. My parents were already asleep when I left and neither of them wakes up before six in the morning. We have time. It's okay." he shrugged and nodded again. "At least your roommate seems to be doing fine..." he commented, feeling bad about it right afterwards. Why did he have to go and say those things. He bit his bottom lip feeling bitter. He just had to go and always ruin everyone's mood... except those few times... but, still...
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White Oblivion Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 1:15 pm
Peprika's hand would slide from Jim's arm as he made to move away from her. He had seen someone he knew. She turned at her hips and let her blue eyes follow him. She was glad that someone else had noticed the sudden change in the surroundings. Jim had happen onto his knee. Peprika felt a little sluggish too. She turned around fully, her heels clacking against the gravel in a hallow sound.
the man was a bit short, though about her own height. He had a small boy with him that had a dog. the idea that the boy could have been blind never passed her mind. Instead she wanted to know why one so young had been here in the first place. Wait, it was a little late now to be asking after something like that.
with a little effort Peprika moved to stand behind Jim and peer around him at the other male. She didn't think she was going to have to make nice with alot of others. She wanted to go home and be back in her bed... Even taking a test was better then this...
Not only that, the idea of hanging around seemed worse and worse... "Jim... we really shouldn't hang around. We should go and see whats going on and see if we can get out of here... Maybe we could go to the hill thats near here.. Hakone I think it was called. We could look around and see everything... or even that park, Shinjuku Gyoen; there's bound to be a lot of people there having the same problem..." She whined ever so softly to him, before she let her eyes find the others. If they were pairing up, hurry up and do it already.
If that boy had be right, they were sitting ducks to something that could hurt them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 4:03 pm
Cam gave a small start, he certainly hadn’t been expecting for the kid to physically latch onto him. There was a moment of tension as his jacket was pulled before he relaxed and gave the boy a bemused smile. His hand reached back to pat at the boy’s grip before twisting back around and scan the area and ultimately take that first limp, step in the direction of Jim. Join them they should, he was not getting a good feeling from this night, at all. If his coworkers’ behavior hadn’t been any insight the rowdy teen that had delivered the warning speech was a dead giveaway. The air prickled on his skin, a feeling he’d always associated with the premonition of a cold rain but who knows what it could mean out here. He felt sick to his stomach, but merely chalked that up to his bad leg having a poor effect on his stomach, or that he’d just taken medication on an empty stomach. However, he continued on with a slow yet, moderately brisk pace towards roommate and company. New company, he bit his lip at the prospect of meeting a friend of Jim. Granted, he couldn’t judge given that he has as of yet never met anyone in acquaintance with his no-boundaries attitude driven roommate so for now he’d make an effort to not bite his mind’s tongue so to speak.
The boy behind him gave a pleasant distraction. Like hell he’d let him continue gallivanting alone in the dark. Camille gave a small snort to Fuyuki’s suggestion while giving a small wave to the closing company.
“Tu dis quelque truc d’ouf, pardon mon Français … Fuyuki, I cannot let you,” He glanced back at him before slowing his pace as he approached the group, disbelief evident in his voice. “A young and …vulnerable man, waste time out in the streets of Tokyo, or Shinjuku or whatever at this hour. Getting you home and safe is top priority.”
If at all possible his thick Louisiana accent slipped into a deeper sync as he grew more and more exasperated. Something was gnawing on his nerves and he did not like it what so ever. Camille bit his bottom lip, hazel eyes darting to Peprika and Jim, quickly he reached a hand back behind to tap at Fuyuki’s fingers before tugging them gently off his coat, not releasing his grasp until he’d made the few extra steps to the other duo and halted, sure to keep an even pace for the boy and not disrupt his balance. In a swift movement, practiced through years of battle buddy checks, he let his free hand press quickly, firm yet gentle, into Jim’s shoulder blades checking his stability before giving the woman a once over. They all looked a little pale in the moonlight, no doubt affected by the off air and the tension thick atmosphere.
“Everyone alright?” He asked, once he was sure neither Jim nor Peprika were in any immediate danger of ailment. He looked to the taller woman in the eye, head tilting up slightly as he did so, brow furrowing in apology. “ ‘M sorry for imposing like this… I… uh.”
Suddenly he felt more than a little awkward. He took a step back so he was now in line with Fuyuki. Try as he might he honestly couldn't force anything out of his mouth as he took a glance behind him and then back down at the boy and dog.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 4:21 pm
As the oppressive cloak of midnight fell upon her and Dain, Christiana couldn't help but clutch her rosary tighter in her manicured hands. "Padre nostro, che sei nei cieli, sia santificato il tuo nome, venga il tuo regno, sia fatta la tua volontà come in cielo così in terra. Dacci oggi il nostro pane quotidiano, e rimetti a noi i nostri debiti come noi li rimettiamo ai nostri debitori, e non ci indurre in tentazione, ma liberaci dal male. Amen." She muttered quickly under her breath before tucking the rosary in her belt. "Dain, I am sorry for any confusion, but you must forgive me. This, ah, bond, as you said, convinced me that you were some one else." She looked around at the smaller crowd of people only to see familiar faces, Ashton and Rhiannon in particular.
She filed it away in her brain for later use before she turned to her now partner. "What are we to do? Should we move on? I do not feel like we should remain in this place." She looked around nervously trying to figure out where they might go, but her knowledge of Japan was still severely lacking. She was uncomfortable with the un-knowness of the situation and at that moment all she wanted to do was fly away and escape.
Her thoughts then turned to Ashton and Rhiannon once more, they were familiar, she lived next to Ashton and Rhiannon was a part of her schedule. They were the ties to normalcy that she was looking for. "Dain, I happen to know people here and they are just over there. Do you think it might be wise to join them?"
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