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Post by Aysel on Dec 3, 2010 4:33:09 GMT -5
Stumbling out of a shadow, a red haired woman spun back, to stare, as it's darkness slowly receded into the corner from which it had come. Sure, there was still a shadow, but it seemed almost has if it had shrunk. Luckily, nobody had seemed to be in the general area to see the strange woman show up.
Bringing a hand to her face, the woman brushed her hair away from one side, only to shake her head and have it return to it's prior position. Those corridors were difficult for the woman to get used to. Though it hadn't been Aysel's first time stepping out of one, it still felt like a sudden shove into reality. Perhaps, it was. After all, she could only hide in the dark for so long before it felt like something was devouring her mind.
But, who was to say that it was really a bad thing, if it did? Would it affect her, really? She didn't even know. The woman had become rather clueless since leaving her own world, and was, not only figuratively, lost.
Looking around, she could spot, what seemed to be a train station a little further up the street, deciding to slowly make her way in that direction. Ahead, a boy played around on a silver object with wheels beneath it, causing her to tilt her head.
"Excuse me?" she almost seemed to squeak. The boy turned his head to her, grinning. He spun around on the board, and rolled it toward her, only to shoot past, laughing as she jerked away to avoid getting hit.
Huffing, Aysel adjusted the black half-face mask that covered her mouth, to make sure that the event hadn't loosened it any, and continued her walk toward the Station Plaza. It was almost as though curiosity compelled her to do so.
But... what could possibly make her curious, after so long of living without it?
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Post by alexanderblade on Dec 3, 2010 4:58:20 GMT -5
The train hadn't arrived yet which would normally obstruct his view of the forested wilderness in the near distance. The calm warming hues of the Twilight Town sky always brought an air of nostalgia to Alexander. Gazing outward as he leaned against the tall railing that separated the walkway from the tracks, Alexander entertained his mind with memories of a past he refused to let drift but to the random passerby, Alexander would simply seem to be "lost in thought."
A gentle breeze brushed passed him.
The train was still a long ways off but as far as it was it could arrive here in but mere seconds. Alexander didn't mind. He knew that eventually something would come along that he could gaze upon and remember yet again the tidings of the past.
"Excuse me."
The small voice broke the pleasant flitting of thoughts that danced throughout his mind. Alexander turned, partially, to see a young man rudely whiz passed a young woman; a young woman who Alexander immediately developed eyes for. But he chuckled to himself at the situation. Girls were always a weakness to him and he knew it so he decided it best not to regard this woman greater then a potential friend at best.
With eyes now tamed and intention regulated, Alexander propped himself off the railing he had been leaning against and turned completely, toward the young woman, and proceeded to walk in her direction.
Alexander noticed a distinction in this young woman that he knew all too well.
"...Ain't seen you here before, chica," Smoothly flowing words accented strangely in complete contrast to those of this land flew forth in complete confidence from the brown skinned young man who so boldly approached this young woman, "...Lookin' for anything specific?" A grin, not one of maliciousness but one of confidence, yet it embodied an air of amiability, as if a peaceful aura simply abounded and permeated both in him and from him.
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Post by Aysel on Dec 3, 2010 5:18:49 GMT -5
It felt almost strange to be in such an open place, after such time had past that she had tried to keep away from it. Really, how long had it been?
Aysel hadn't kept track of time since she had left her world. Perhaps, it was a bad thing. She had no way of really knowing if her time alone had only made her horribly incapable of socialization. But, as a man approached her, she realized that she would soon find out if it had.
With an almost strange, interested tone, she could only repeat, "chica?" for the first second, trying to comprehend the word. No, 'chica' wasn't in her vocabulary. Then again, a lot of words, surely, were not. From his tone, it couldn't have been an insult. Or could it have? It didn't sound like an insult. Then again, the redhead didn't have too much familiarity with rude remarks.
Giving a shrug, the woman allowed a rather casual tone to flow from parted lips. "As specific as wanting to see a drop of rain."
Was that a strange statement to make? Perhaps. It wasn't any different than a response she would have given on her own world, however. To imply, of course, that she lacked the need of anything specific. If one desired a rain drop, they surely weren't going to be looking for one, very particular, drip. Most time, rain appeared the same. Especially to the human eye.
"Are you from here?" she tilted her head, ever-so-slightly. A habitual reaction to posing a question, or something that implied curiosity. Maybe, she would need to teach herself to cease it. But she couldn't help but question him this, as he was able to identify that she wasn't a commoner. Or maybe he just guessed.
Thinking about it, her appearance could have been an easy give away, as well, to anyone.
Ah, well. Mentally, she shrugged, but didn't imply any outward emotion to display a feeling to match it. The words had already slipped from her tongue, and there was no removing what could be considered a stupid question.
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Post by alexanderblade on Dec 3, 2010 16:31:53 GMT -5
"As specific as wanting to see a drop of rain."
Though Alexander did not address her obvious confusion over the slang he referred to her as, he found it "cute." Nevertheless, Alexander took notice of the lack of timidity in her response. If there was any shyness in her it seemed to be meek according to her body language and rather unreserved statement. Of course this was just Alexander's surface level observation and she could have been simply going against her natural way of conduct. Regardless, Alexander's lips curved to a smile.
"Are you from here?" The slight tilt of her head was an image that would remain embedded in Alexander's memories. Alexander found that to be cute as well but it also spoke more about her then words could put together.
Regardless, the question itself sparked a series of thoughts, both memories and thoughts of the present alike, to flow freely through Alexander's mind. With a slight chuckle, Alexander looked onward to the distance beside them for a moment before speaking once more with a subtle hue of sadness to his words; a longing found only in his heart and in those separated from their home.
"...Nah, princess," Alexander's gaze fell unto her eyes like a blanket falling gently over a child asleep. If one looked closely they would see that longing that cried out to break through the distance that separated here and then. He turned his back to her and cast his gaze outward onto the distant horizon, "Twilight is home though."
Two contradictory statements that would make little to no sense in the mind of someone devoid of understanding. Alexander was from Twilight Town but at the same time he wasn't. Though this place was his home, his origins are well rooted in his heart in a place far away from here and even though he considered this place to simply be part of his own world, he knew in his heart that his place was unreachable.
He turned; those soft and sad eyes fell upon her's once more followed by soft sounding words spoken with the accent which she would soon find belonged only to him.
"Y tu, chica, what brings you to this place?"
The twilit hues of gold and orange cast gently upon them both as soft winds breezed upon their body.
All was silent around them,
All was peaceful.
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Post by Aysel on Dec 3, 2010 17:50:18 GMT -5
Twilight, the woman's mind fluttered through anything that could tell her what this meant. Twilight. A time of day. A time of day was his home? Or was that the name of this place?
Thinking about it, it was probably the name of the place. But what world would call itself Twilight? It was kind of dull. Then again, it might not have been the full name. Or the name at all. She didn't know.
Aysel could grasp that it was like his home away from home. Having been removed from her own world allowed her to see that.
Even looking into her eyes, she couldn't properly identify the emotions they displayed. Her inability to read people bothered her to no end. Then again, her self-isolation had made it difficult to encounter many emotions of others, and her lack of them only created a worse situation.
What did bring her here? There was no longing, no urge that could draw her to her spot. It was just a need to leave her means of travel before she felt that it would be imposable. And yes, she did believe that if she wandered too long in the dark that it would dismantle her mind. And, perhaps, it was true.
Now, the term. She needed to think of the term. It would fly so freely from the tongue of one who understood these feelings. But for her, it didn't. The lack of familiarity only seemed to create difficulties. Didn't it start with a 'C'?
Oh, forget it.
"I wanted to see it," Aysel murmured, brushing a small amount of her hair from her face. Curiosity. Oh. Was that the word? How could she have forgotten that word? It would have made things so much easier to phrase!
And, of course, she wouldn't tell the truth of, 'well, you see, I was going through a portal-type-thing and got tired of all the dark, so I decided that I would just pop out someplace and hope for the best.' Rethinking it, maybe it would have just been confusing, had she said it that way.
But it wouldn't show on her face the guilt of a lie. No. She didn't feel guilt, or even worry. The only air that was around her was a relatively peaceful one. With a lack of knowledge, Aysel had few other feelings to display.
A short pause filled her mind. Was she forgetting something? Oh. Yes, she was. Her name. She was forgetting to tell the other her name.
"My name is Aysel, by the way," she smiled, faintly, though with her mask covering her mouth one could only see the smile in her eyes. One of the few emotion-based actions that she had honestly picked up, so far.
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Post by alexanderblade on Dec 4, 2010 15:17:09 GMT -5
"I wanted to see it,"
Alexander stared at her for a moment. Curiously, Alexander's gaze reached deep into her eyes but he did not see her soul, not yet. It was only a matter of time but this wasn't his intention at all. It was an inevitability that seemed to occur with everybody he crossed paths with and, in due time, he would know more then just a curious red haired girl.
"My name is Aysel, by the way," Her eyes smiled and Alexander did the same, slightly, as he walked toward her, closing the eight foot distance they were standing at.
"Alexander," Alexander outstretched his hand in her direction and, oddly enough, held it diagonally, palm downward, in a not-so-common manner."El honor es mio," he spoke in his own language which, perhaps, she would soon find out was not common to this little city.
Two eyes remained locked onto hers as gentle winds caused floating leaves from the nearby Forest to flutter in their direction. It was a gaze that spoke more then words could ever possibly. It was as if his soul spoke to her inner being saying "I'm just like you, an outsider." Of course this was an involuntary act on Alexander's part and whether he knew this was going on or not was entirely up to speculation.
And peace went forth from him.
The day became somewhat darker between their first words and these.
And all was peaceful.
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Post by Aysel on Dec 5, 2010 4:23:34 GMT -5
Oh, if only Alexander realized the lack of soul that the girl's body held. Or at least, that was what she was convinced. Vague thought patterns told her that, at one point, she knew how to feel things that she couldn't now.
She felt empty. Which could only mean that her soul was lacking.
Then again, she could have taken this the wrong way. One never really knew. And she didn't know how to feel about the situation, but the thought stayed on her mind every second of every day.
Without an expression on her face, Aysel looked down to the hand, then back up to the man, giving him a, 'what are you even saying? look. She didn't know this gesture. Or what the words were. None of it made sense. Next thing she knew, a trash can would talk. Now, that would make sense.
Okay. Maybe not. But she was clueless to other languages. Heck, she didn't even know they existed.
But that's what she got for sheltering herself.
After a moment, her eyes fell to the man's hand again, only to return seconds later. Finally, speaking up, she uttered, "I'm clueless. What do I do?" It was honest. If she knew the feeling, perhaps she would fear upsetting the man by not knowing his gestures. Was it rude to not? It wasn't as if she knew. Or felt guilty. One could tell in her eyes that she didn't. She wasn't even embarrassed about not knowing.
No pink tint lit her face, no nervous giggles or babble. Perhaps, a vague confusion slid through her mind. Was that it? Oh, yes. It was the accurate thing to display. At least, she hoped.
Then again, her confusion could also prove to irritate those with impatient minds.
One had to question how someone could handle a conversation with her.
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Post by alexanderblade on Dec 5, 2010 4:43:31 GMT -5
"I'm clueless. What do I do?"
For a moment Alexander stared at Aysel before smiling politely. With a slight shrug, Alexander simply took a step forward and took her right hand with the hand that had been outstretched. Warm digits wrapped around Aysel's fingers as Alexander's thumb clasped over the top. In doing so, he slowly lifted her hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss unto her knuckle before releasing Aysel's hand and taking a slight step back.
"Charmed." Alexander said this somewhat comically. In his mind, he mocked the upper class nobility who would often use such a term with disgust and elitism. After which, Alexander simply stared at her.
What Aysel lacked in common functions was evident indeed and Alexander noticed this in her. She was like a child still fresh to the world, not knowing right from wrong, etiquette from bad manners, or greetings.
He smiled.
"Since your new around here, why not let me show you around, yeah?" Smooth words spoken somewhat slowly continued flowing with accented contrast to her own speech. He wasn't put off by her, rather, Aysel's demeanor sparked a curiosity in him that he had yet to fully understand. Alexander wanted to know Aysel, not romantically, but with a platonic love that seems to have been planted by the curiosity she instilled in him.
"What do you say, chica?"
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Post by Aysel on Dec 5, 2010 5:18:54 GMT -5
It was almost strange. The kiss to her hand. How did people react to that? Aysel had honestly never experienced that before. Was she supposed to smile? She hoped so. That was all the woman really could figure out in a reaction.
At least, that seemed to be a good reaction to most situations. Smile, nod, stare vacantly. Very simple options, really!
"As long as you tell me what 'Chica' means," the redhead smiled, faintly. She did want to know it. Was that curiosity? It could only make her wonder if she actually could feel curiosity. Maybe she just couldn't identify it?
No. She was quite certain that it wasn't actual curiosity. Just an urge to know if it was something rude. Then again, who knew? Aysel certainly didn't.
"And if you tell me where 'here' is, too," she added, finally, with a small, thoughtful voice.
To start, the world's name would be nice. Then again, as she thought about it, he really didn't need to tell her anything at all. Or anything accurate. Anything the man could tell her about this place could be completely wrong, and against what the truth of the world was.
But that would just be paranoia, if she believed that he would do that.
Luckily, she showed no signs of that. Then again, what did the woman show signs of?
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Post by alexanderblade on Dec 5, 2010 5:44:32 GMT -5
"As long as you tell me what 'Chica' means," She cracked a smile that Alexander took notice of via her eyes. Her mouth remained covered behind that mask of hers and thus Alexander was unable to determine her appearance as a whole. Perhaps this lack of a full image added to his curiosity. Nevertheless, Alexander found himself more then content to have her around even though he just met her, "And if you tell me where 'here' is, too,"
"Calmada, princessa," Alexander took some steps passed her, toward the walkway that lead toward the main sanctums that made up Twilight Town, and he turned toward her, "I promise that all your curiosities will be appeased in due time." Confidence, amiability, and an inviting demeanor all made up just a few of the components Alexander displayed in, out, and of himself.
"But," Alexander held his hand out in a "come this way," manner as he stood waiting for her beneath a small archway, "If you really must know," beside him, a small sign marked "Marketplace," directed pedestrians toward the town's commercial district, "You are in a quiet little city that I like to call Twilight Town."
Alexander spoke with excitement in his voice and withholding a slightly comical game show host tone in his voice which was complimented by his accent. He hoped to ease her concerns of worry and instill a peace and comfort in her, though clearly she wasn't afraid or worried at all.
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Post by Aysel on Dec 7, 2010 2:29:46 GMT -5
At least, out of the words, Aysel could assume that she was told something along the lines of, 'calm, princess,' only judging by the similarity the words held to a more understandable language. But calm? Calm didn't seem quite accurate. Surely, there was a different word. If not, she would shrug it off, anyway.
It wasn't as though it really mattered.
After a moment, the redhead moved to follow the man. Twilight Town? That sounded a little better than just naming a world Twilight. But it still didn't make complete sense. Unless this wasn't the entire world. That was a possibility. Otherwise, wouldn't it be Twilight World? She could be wrong, again, though. After all, it wasn't like she had stared at the world from space, examining every inch and uttering a, 'yep, this entire world is Twilight town, alright.'
No. She hadn't even been in space.
Unless that was what the black corridors she wandered through actually were. Thinking about it, that could make sense. Maybe.
Probably not, actually.
Needing to find an action, the woman adjusted her scarf with her fingertips, gently prodding the cloth into a better position on her neck. It made her feel more human to make common actions, that she wouldn't otherwise make. It seemed more that people did these things out of habits of some form. A lie, curiosity, flirtation, or nervousness. Everyone had a little quirk when it came to each thing they did. Some were just harder to notice than others.
But most of the time, Aysel didn't pay attention that closely to take note.
With the tone in Alexander's voice, the woman could only find it mildly interesting. He seemed so energetic regarding it. Was it energetic? At least, that was how it appeared.
Leaning a little onto the balls of her uncovered feet, it almost seemed to add a playful movement, as she dropped back onto her heels, proceeding to move completely normally, as though she had done absolutely nothing. Yet her voice, laced with a playful tone, slipped from the mask that concealed otherwise parted lips.
"Do you give tours often?"
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Post by alexanderblade on Dec 7, 2010 16:28:40 GMT -5
Yep, this entire world is Twilight town, alright.'
Alexander heard the somewhat sarcastic remark she had given and he embraced it with a smile. At least she Aysel wasn't overly shy like some of the girls he had met. Not to say that being shy was a bad thing in Alexander's eyes, it simply meant, to him, that he didn't have to work as hard to gain at least some sense of acquaintanceship with Aysel.
Alexander watched her movements as she came toward him and even kept note of her mannerism as she walked beside him once he lead the way into town. Aysel was different. Not in a bad way but different nonetheless. Her animated movements and the essence she gave forth was as if she was an image on a canvas painting brought to life. Alexander took it all in but in his mind, the prominent thought of a new friend, perhaps, reigned over his observations. The thought sparked much appreciation in him but he had yet to see what future waited for them both. All Alexander could do was embrace the moment.
"Do you give tours often?" Aysel's playful voice rung pleasant in his ears. She wasn't put off, discomforted, or the least bit worried and this was a comfort to Alexander. It wasn't that girls were normally put off, discomforted, or worried by his presence, it was quite the opposite, but Alexander took pleasure in being so quickly and openly trusted, if that was even the case.
"All the time," Alexander spoke with jest in his voice, "See, I got a gift... I know exactly when a pretty girl is rolling up to the station." The polite sarcasm couple with his accent quite well. He wasn't being a jerk, rather, he simply felt well enough to joke around. Whether she would understand or not was a different matter in it's own.
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Post by Aysel on Dec 9, 2010 23:49:49 GMT -5
For Aysel, there wasn't an edge of discomfort. No alarms rang in her head to leave the stranger. Nothing came off, from his demeanor, that he was a dangerous man.
Chances were, he wasn't.
And if he was, it wasn't like the woman was completely defenseless. In fact, she was quite confident that she would be able to protect herself, if, say, she was led into a dark, one-way alley.
Not that it would matter. She could climb the walls. Or even summon a portal. It seemed the woman was full of escape routes. But, still, the man seemed relatively harmless.
As if she could feel fear, anyway.
In fact, the thoughts that had skimmed through her head didn't become displayed on her face. Really, her face was vacant.
Hearing Alexander's response caused one side of her lips to curve upward, into a smirk. Uncertainly lingered in the back of her mind, wondering if this was the correct reaction. It seemed like flattery, in a sense. "Pretty, huh?" the woman teased, "well, I hope no other 'pretty' girls come to the station for a bit."
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