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Post by Leigh Sainte - Julienne on Jul 20, 2009 11:28:34 GMT -5
( OUTFIT )
Leigh had too much time ever since so foolishly dying. No job, no friends, her schedule was wide open every day. So she did little things to occupy herself. Today was a Monday, walk down mainstreet for a while day, maybe engaging in lively conversation with a man who sells buns or some such thing. Thinking about it, her habits of life seemed totally pathetic, and the truth was they were. But... what else was there to do? She wanted the ferrets back so she'd have someone to play with when there was nobody around. Where were all the dead ferrets around here?
Leigh stopped, grinding the toe of her sneaker into the pavement. She knew the cure for this unhappiness. Leigh stared intensely across the street before bursting into song, her arms spread wide like the finale of a musical: So softly, she sang, the song that had popped into her head first, Rain against the windows, and the strong coffee warming up my fingers in this fisherman's house. You got me! who could stay melancholy after performing in the middle of a crowd like that? Nobody, that's who.
It was the little annoying things that made Leigh happy. Disturbing people's days with a good old song, even if she wasn't a particularly good singer. Doing what she thought was good, fuck the consequence. Smiling smugly to herself, Leigh continued her jaunty stroll down the road as if nothing had happened. This was probably why people thought she was mentally ill.
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Post by Boq Dexters on Jul 20, 2009 12:17:16 GMT -5
It was too bright for him. Since when had the mornings become so... illuminated? Boq covered his eyes as he continued walking down the street, chanting off various numerals and repeating them over and over as if it were some significant sequence. Knowing him, it probably wasn't. Every now and again he would open his eyes to respond to a car honking and the rare enraged citizen that would curse aloud as Boq walked over his shoes, but no one ever acted on their feelings. They never confronted him, because after seeing who it was no one ever felt the need to. They figured that he was incurable. Why sulk over a machine that couldn't be fixed?
Without a care, he skipped down the street, scuffing his shoes, no doubt and continued walking down the street. Everyone that saw him must've known who he was. And if they didn't know from watching his actions they would've figured it out from the old dingy blazer he was wearing. It was gray and he seemed to wear it everyday, same with his slacks and worn out dress shoes, and it was a rarity, but from time to time he would change shirts. Just as he reached the curb of Main Street he heard it. It must've been a plea from the sky. 'You got me!' He heard the voice cry. He removed his hands from his eyes at once and searched the area. The sky needed help. She was calling out to him and he wouldn't ignore her for anything.
Finally, he had reached his destination, but wait. He thought to himself as he eyed the young girl. That couldn't have been the sky. She was wearing a little knit hat, and... she was fleshy. The sky wasn't made of flesh, was it? Well, it wasn't for him to judge so he walked over toward the brown-haired girl and kneeled before her.
"My sky, I've come to protect you. Are you alright?" He raised his head from it's bowed position in order to look up at her, a worrying expression laid in his eyes.
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Post by Leigh Sainte - Julienne on Jul 21, 2009 8:15:02 GMT -5
Leigh's stroll- which was already starting to lose its entertaining edge- was interrupted shortly after she had stopped performing by what looked like a young man. Kneeling. At her feet. This was the reason Leigh was often a bit too compulsive about wearing clean pants, in case soimeone found themself face-to-face with her legs. At first she assumed that he had fallen, and, like any self-respecting young woman, she began to offer her hand to help the poor boy up. She was interrupted, though, by some of the young man's irrelevant ramblings. She didn't quite understand where all this was coming from, but she felt the best thing to do was play along with him, just in case he wasn't lucid, wasn't just playing around with her head.
Leigh squatted down in front of him, her open palm resting what she hoped would be comfortingly on his upper arm. Nobody seemed to notice them, sidestepping the two people like they were just another inanimate object, an inconveniently placed garbage can. Of course, Leigh said, her near-whisper as sincere as she could make it. Of course I'm alright. Thank you for taking an interest. Her big brown eyes met his eyes, faking emotion as best she could. Her bemused smile was real, though, the corners of her mouth raised only a little. It made her happy to be able to talk to someone, whoever he was.
He was a bit ratty, she expected that he didn't own too much clothing, but still cute in his concerned little way. Not that she was trying to get off with him, she believed sex or romance might be the last thing she needed right now, it was just hard to deny that he was attractive in a stained, greying way. Are you okay? Leigh asked this time, actually a little concerned for him- the sky thing had put her off a bit, maybe he was on some kind of drug or an escaped psyche patient. But, as a Sainte-Julienne, Leigh was well-equipped with unwavering hospitability to strangers, a love and trust for everybody that made her quite unique. Is there anything you need? [/blockquote] |
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Post by Boq Dexters on Jul 21, 2009 10:50:56 GMT -5
Boq smiled when she questioned him and he nodded his head. Of course he was okay. He had just met the sky. How many people, even in their wildest dreams, have gotten to do something like that? And it was so generous. It seemed that she wasn't as formal as he was expecting, so he stood up to further address her question and her eyes met him at about his chin. He shrugged his shoulders. She seemed a little short to be something so great. It must've had to do with the distress that she was in today. Stress does horrible things to people, and well, that was the best explanation he could come up with for such a fault. Not that he cared at all about her appearance. The thing that was really impressing him at the moment was her compassion.
"No, my sky. I believe that everything I need is right here," After standing, he spread open his hands and begun to turn in a wide circle, then, without a moment's notice, he just stopped as he had reached about 160 degrees. He wasn't even facing her, it seemed as if he were looking off into the distance. He paused where he stood, searching for the words that had so quickly invaded his mind.
"Wait, my sky... Have you ever heard of the Grimchins?" Boq's face had lost whatever cool expression it held and now he looked back at his new found confidante with a seriousness that could send a chill down the world's strongest spine.
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Post by Leigh Sainte - Julienne on Jul 21, 2009 12:45:35 GMT -5
my sky, was it some kind of nickname? Leigh likened it to her cute little pet name, Mouse, which was more a term of endearment than anything. Except the 'my' part was a bit posessive. No one had ever called her 'my' mouse. Then, of course, he could actually be thinking she was the sky. She could always play along, be the sky for a little while, but she'd be in heaps of shit once she was expected to do something remotely meteorogical. This brought up a picture in her mind of Leigh spitting for all she was worth, Trying to make a convincing show of rain. She would't be able to make it five minutes being the sky- she figured it would be best to leave that job to the actual atmosplere above their heads.
She was put off just a bit by his facing the opposite direction. She hadn't dealt with a guy whose head wasn't in the right place before, this was a new and foreign experience. Okay, she murmured to herself, watching warily. Her conscious mind was flooding itself with questions. Schizophrenia? Angel Dust? Some kind of Dissociative disorder? The... Leigh giggled a little, staring intently at her sneakers. She glanced up, amused, and sobered her expression immediately after seeing his. Oh, you're serious. Um, Grimchins, Is that a rock band or something? Leigh vaguely remembered something her friend Maria may or may not have told her when she was fourteen or fifteen. She couldn't remember much of anything, but it was a familiar word, whatever it meant.
Leigh rocked back on her heels once or twice. She couldn't be more confused.
(You totally just made me google Grimchins. Dirty girl.)
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Post by Boq Dexters on Jul 21, 2009 13:11:12 GMT -5
"What?! The wizard of Oz?" He looked confused. "My sky, you know wizards?... Wait, wait... No, this isn't what I'm talking about. I'm talking about Grimchins. You know, Demons? Mind dwellers?... Surely you've heard of them." Boq just knew that she knew. She was the sky after all, and she had just spoken of some wizard. The Grimchins had been on Boq's mind for a while now and he had never made mention of the terrible creatures until now and could one blame him? He couldn't go up to just any ordinary person and tell them about what he had seen. Only two things would've come of that. One, they could've believed he was crazy. Or two, he would've developed another following and people would start to believe that he was some sort of God. No joke. It had happened before.
People just weren't the same once they've reached the beyond. Especially the newcomers. They're so fresh and looking for answers, more so than those who have already been lingering here for a while, and well... they get crazy. They go searching for answers and Gods that don't exist. Boq had made a discovery and suddenly they had all clung to him, calling him their savior and making foolish assumptions that he could get them to "the other side" and nonsense of that nature. So naturally, Boq found a hiding place and secluded himself for a while. When things began to die down, he started to leave his shelter again and this time he started playing it safe. He didn't go around spilling important information to just anyone. So it makes sense that today, upon meeting the sky, he would wish to speak with her. Surely she wouldn't look up upon him as a God, for she was nearly one herself. He knew that he could trust her with whatever he desired to say.
"These... Demons..." He started. "They're not monkeys. In fact, they look just like us and," he looked over his shoulders to see if anyone was listening in, "I think one is following me."
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