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 Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 8:52 pm
It was a day that felt like it should be snowing, but mother nature had a different idea and it was bright and sunny instead. It was only warm if you stood in a very bold ray of sun but other then that it was just bloody cold. Winter gear was in full swing if one didn't want to lose appendages. So only the brave and prepared came out today, or just the really desperate.
Ziya couldn't stand being in his house for a second longer; no matter how much he loved his family they were driving him crazy. It had only been a couple weeks since the attack and his wounds were still very raw and fresh; emotional and physical but he couldn't sit idle anymore. The constant worrying from his Guardian and little brother were driving him mad. Yes they meant well but he honestly didn't feel like talking about it with them.
So after going to the shops the teen made his way to the park; hoping since it was so cold that he'd be mostly alone. A shopping bag was help in his good arm, his shoulder wanting to support nothing heavy. Dressed in a warm coat, Scarf and knitted touque to keep himself warm as his joints and wounds didn't like the cold. The touque was mostly to hide the eye patch bandages that covered parts of his head and hair. Normally he didn't like hats but someone once told him the best way to keep warm is have something on your head. So it felt practical today.
Finding a nice bench, Ziya sat himself down gingerly and set his bag down and sighed. Leaning back, he looked skywards for a moment and drummed his fingers over his thigh. The silence was wonderful, it relaxed him even though the cold wasn't helping him in any way. Shifting himself up, he dug his lighter out of his pocket and his pack of cigarettes. This new habit he was finding, despite being a bad one was relaxing. Putting the stick between his lips, he cupped his hand around it and lit it; tucking the lighter away. Closing his eye, he breathe din a nd leaned back once more to relax in the cold winter air.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:06 pm
The day was lovely for a walk! Everyone had commented about the cold but the red haired Maple Dust had no such concept. Granted she did recognize it was cold, no doubt about it, but it didn't effect her mood or her desire to go outside. After being bundled up by her Papah, Samara was allowed to go out unattended so long as she went to the park and came back home.
Forever the little lady, Samara was dressed in a sharp red flannel dress with golden ribbons. Black tights underneth kept the cold at bay while a red fur muff kept her little hands warm. She wore nothing on her head, having refused to muss up her finely brushed hair decorated with golden maple leaves. Little black books completed her outfit as the little lady of society walked towards the park.
Her papah came her often to walk, sometimes to perform in the warm summer months so she was told. She had been excited by the idea of seeing. Perhaps the connection to the trees, despite their winter slumber, made her feel more whole. A few winter birds still pecked around for any fallen crumbs and such. She giggled and continued walking along the path until she saw an older boy sitting on a bench.
She wrinkled her nose a bit, not approving of the smoking habit. Her father said while it was not the healthiest habit it was not uncommont to see amongst society gentlemen. But he didn't look like a society gentleman, he had bandages on him. Samara was going to walk away, thinking it best she leave him alone, but something kept tugging her towards him. As if there were an invisable hand pulling her towards the blonde boy.
Finally she decided to see what was so intriguing about the boy. Walking up she gave a curtsey to Ziya, "Good afternoon sir. Are you having a nice day?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:48 pm
Ziya had felt the presence of the small girl even before she had walked over to him. It was something he had always been able to do, pick up the presence of other Dusts. Sometimes he could even tell when it was a newer Dust verses an older one like himself and Krinn. His heart twinged at at thought of Krinn and shuffled that away swiftly for another time. What surprised him however was that she had approached him despite the fact he probably looked a little unfriendly. Tilting his head to the side at the curtsy, he couldn't help but smile a little at her. He released the breath of smoke he had away from the girl and set it away from her as common curtsey. He did the same for Fin so it was only right to do it for others.
"Hello little lady" Ziya greeted, flicking some ash away from himself and the young Dust. He shifted a little so he could see her better, resting a long slender leg over his knee. "Mmm.... as good as one can I suppose...." He added, itching gently under the corner of his bandage.
"What brings you out on such a cold day?" he asked gently, his voice as kind as his heart. As horrible as he probably looked he was still ever the handsome and sweet Ziya that most everyone knew, just hidden a little under the quiet sadness that hung about him.
Soon his scarf starts to wriggle a little and a little fuzzy horned squirrel head peeps out. The teen had almost forgotten the little creature was there, dozing while he had gone to get snacks and cigarettes. The little creature chattered then quickly clamored out and scampered down onto his knee, looking at the little girl. His little leaf tail seemed to be of the same make as that of her hair barrettes, just green. "He's very gentle so no need to be frightened, he wont bite... just nuzzles maybe...."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 5:20 am
Samara was relieved when the boy smiled at her in a kind way. Her papah had often told her not to talk to strangers as there were bad people in this area but she had not felt he was a bad person. He felt.....familiar...even if she didn't know him. She watched him blow the smoke out, thankful he blew it away from her. Smoke made her nervous, perhaps it was the tree in her. Not that she understood that very well.
"Oh I enjoy coming out even when it is cold. I like being around all the pretty trees. Papah says he found me under one," she smiled brightly at him. She was glad he as at least having a decent day, from the look of his bandages he seemed to be recovering from some sort of injury. She hoped it wasn't too serious. "My name is Samara. What's yours?"
Suddenly she was distracted by the appearance of the squirrl that peeped out of the boy's scarf. She giggled at the squirrl and petted his head without one ounce of fear. Birds and squirrls were always her friends, they seemed drawn to her when she and her papah walked. She gave him a scritch under the chin, leaning forward to look at his pretty tail. If Ziya looked, he would see the leaves in Samara's hair were....real leaves. As if she had plucked them from the ground and stuck them in her hair.
Samara didn't know how but she always found fresh maple leaves in her bed when she woke up in the morning. Normally she'd put them in her hair as decoration or toss them outside to watch them float in the breeze. Her papah did not like leaves in the house, he acted as if he had been tramatized by leaves or something. She knew he liked a clean house but a pile of leaves always seemed to upset him. So she made sure to keep them in her hair or outside. "He is a cute squirrl! I like them, they always want to play with me."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 11:02 pm
Watching the little Squirrel creature chatter and soak int he attention he was getting, the teen couldn't help but smile some more. It felt strange to smile like this again, he'd been so closed off lately that he felt as if he couldn't make the expression anymore. He quirked an eyebrow when the little girl said her father had found her under a tree, which confirmed his assumption that she was a Dust. "Its very nice to meet you Samara. I'm Ziya and that," he poked at the little horned creature, "Is Fig."
"Fig seems especially fond of you... he isn't a biggest fan of my little brother but he brings that on himself" Ziya smiled, flicking some ash again before bringing it back to his lips. A single grey hue watched the little Squirrel, who jumped from his knee onto the arm of the girls coat and up onto her shoulder. The little guy was very friendly, though most of his pets he found were. Uli must have been out hunting for a snack at the moment but he was sure she would be very interested in the little girl as well. Neither of them ever strayed too far now, not since the demon attack; it was as if they felt bad for not being there for him.
He flinched slightly as a flash of teeth, claws and blood flickered through his mind in a sudden flurry. The teens hand trembled for a moment before he blew out smoke and braced the hand on the edge of the bench, stick held neatly between slender digits. "You seem very fond of trees or at least leaves to have them in your hair" he said softly, pulling his attention back to her. "When you say your Papa found you under a tree.... in what context?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 9:06 pm
"Hello Fig! It is very nice to meet you! If I had a treat I'd give you one! I did not bring any peanuts with me," she giggled as the little squirrl climbed up onto her. She moved her hair a bit so it formed a little coat for the squirrl. She laughed softly as his whiskers tickled her. She then turned her attention back to the boy infront of her.
"It is nice to meet you as well Ziya. Yes, squirrls and birds usually do like me," she smiled brightly at him. He had such a sad look in the one eye that she could see. As if he hadn't smiled in a long time. She wouldn't ask why, that was rude and not her business. Papah always said it was not ladylike to put her nose in other people's private affairs. But she was glad to see him smile.
At the mention of the leaves in her hair she reached up almost unconciously to touch them. She smiled a bit, seemingly slightly embarressed. "Oh yes, I like leaves and trees. I always find some leaves in my bed so I wear them. Papah doesn't like leaves in the house but says I can wear them so long as when they become dry I am to throw them out."
At his next question she blinked a bit. No one had ever asked that. Most had assumed she had been orphaned and Odell had kindly adopted her. But she knew how he had found her, his feeling connected to her little bottle, and her eventual birth. Well she didn't know about the horror of an apartment filled with leaves but she knew she wasn't like normal children. She almost did not want to tell the boy but something in her said it was ok. He would understand.
"Well, I'm sort of....special. Papah found a pretty bottle with leaves in it. He took care of it, and one day I appeared in it's place. I'm not like other children," she looked a bit wistful at that. She knew something about her was different, that set her apart from other children who had real families. She gave Fig a scritch absently.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:52 pm
This young girl was most definitely a Dust, not that he was much doubt but listening to her he was quite sure. It wasn't often a child would wake up to a bed full of leaves. He didn't suppose it was like that with everyone as he supposed everyone reacted to what they were aligned with differently. For himself for example, his powers went out of wack every time there was a electrical storm. For Fintan it was different, he seemed to have a pretty good handle on himself, though sometimes he had flare ups of fire. It wasn't often, but when it did it was quite destructive.
"No, you're not like other children.... but you are however much like myself...." Ziya replied once Samara explained. He lifted his hand with more ease and took a drag before releasing it again. "My own guardian found me out in a field.... at the base of a tree that had been struck by lightening...." He explained, flicking his cigarette, seeing it was near finished. His grey hue flickered from it to the little girl and itched his eyebrow as he contemplated his next set of words. "My Bottle used to shock my guardian make the lights flicker if there was a storm of any sort until I became a child.... though as I grew up that never really changed...." He gave the girl a half smile.
"What I mean to say is you are still very special.... just that you are one of many others like yourself.... from a bottle in the care of an adult of sorts...." Ziya elaborated, taking a final drag and stubbing the cigarette out. He disposed of it int he garbage can next to the bench, never one to litter. He faintly wondered if she would believe him, some of the other children he had met over time didn't always seem to believe him right away until he showed them his abilities. If it came down to it today, he wasn't sure if he would be able to show her as he hadn't used his abilities since the attack. Such a high concentration of his abilities were used that he was sapped quite dry after that. Plus the lingering anxiety that came with using it seemed to be a lot worse now.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 6:41 pm
Samara listened to the older boy as he spoke, her emerald eyes looking at him in curiousity. He was like her? Someone with special abilities or strange things that happened to them? Few of the other children she had met had such abilities, Amadeo was one but he seemed to like fire a lot. Ziya seemed to be more lightning based from the sound of his bottle's reactions. She scritched Fig while he spoke and gave Ziya her undivided attention. There were others like her.
Others...like her. Samara had always felt a little out of place, like she didn't belong with other children even when she looked perfectly normal. But this boy was special and there were others like them. She wasn't so completely alone. She would never tell her guardian but she had felt very alone in the world, knowing she wasn't born like other kids and that she possessed special powers. He had told her the story of finding the beautiful bottle amongst the fallen leaves of the maple tree, how he felt drawn to it and cared for it more than any possession. Thus she had been born.
She liked to think Fate had given her to her father to keep him company, to give him someone to love as he never seemed to have anyone. Odell was not socially inept, in fact he could be quite charming, but he never invited a young lady home for coffee. Apparently that meant you liked someone. But all of that she pushed aside as Ziya finished talking. She was silent for a minute, then she smiled at him.
"I believe you. I am glad I am not alone. Sometimes...I felt that way. Do you know many others? Others I could meet too?" she clasped her hands infront of her. She looked hopeful, wanting to meet others like herself.
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