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Post by Reverie Darvill on Jun 8, 2012 15:50:28 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px, btable] The quest for sugar was not one taken lightly.
One had to brave the suffocating clutter of stores, the constantly moving of crowds, the twisted and smelting scents floating in the atmosphere from the insides of buildings as doors swung open and windows were pushed up. Though she'd never admit it, had Reverie not gone on exploits and "introductory visits" with David to the great shopping center (well, she called it grand anyways), she very well might've shied away from such a clustered, intimidating place. But luckily for her, she had, so she at least knew somewhat how to get around. What signs looked like, how to figure out store hours, where landmarks would be.
Very useful things to know, especially considering David was out and so was the house supply of candy. And ice cream. And sugar. Not to mention flour and eggs, two of which she would need to make a remotely sweet dish.
Needless to say, Reverie and her sweet tooth was not happy at this predicament.
One that could only be solved by going out and fixing it herself.
So braving the crowds, some spare Ney shoved in her pocket - surely David wouldn't mind her taking it to spend on something so important, and if he did then he shouldn't've left it out where she could get it - Reverie found herself wandering throughout the shopping center, trying to find a sweet store. Were she to possess any navigational sense or a better memory, she might have found the one David took her to one of the first times they'd left the house.
As it was, however, the best Reverie could do was try to peer over other shoppers and pedestrians in hopes of catching sight of an open sweet store. Though at the rate that was going, she was almost tempted to turn and head back to the food place section, go into a grocery store and buy what they were missing to make her own sweets, like cookies, or a cake...
In fact, that was probably a better idea than wandering around here like an utter idiot! Spinning on her heel at her new resolve, Reverie took a few steps forward--
Only to lurch back to avoid a head-on collision with another pedestrian. But of course she couldn't land properly, instead falling on her rear, a certain choice word coming out in a strained grunt.
Reverie let out a low groan on the ground; though it wasn't exactly painful - not compared to what she was used to, at least - she felt horribly embarrassed. Falling down like that, not being able to catch her balance after something so simple-- How fail-tastic she was, screwing up that bad-!
Pushing herself up with flushed cheeks, she huffed a little, brushing off her pants and moving forward to, of course, find that she'd be fighting her way against the flow of traffic, if you will. Oh, just lovely - she'd forgotten completely to bother about those things going in the same direction as the "flow," but now it was going opposite of her, and with so many people herded together-!
'Oh, this was just fabulous!', she thought in a sarcastic and building frustration, trying to calculate when she could slip between people without getting potentially bulldozed over by them.
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Post by Alexander on Jun 8, 2012 20:03:16 GMT -7
Standing in the street corners would often be considered an idle act with no real purpose or meaning to it's backing but ever since the advent of one, Alexander, it became a general norm to do as he did. The habit came abruptly, when he found himself in turmoil over the strange sights of such a life outside of his own, though if ever there was a life of his own, he would not know it. Thus, such turmoil was expressed on streets like these and such an expression was out-poured in the form of rhythmically weaved words patterned into a specific structure that was given forth from the innermost recesses of his being.
It never ceased to draw a crowd and somewhat still the stampede.
Young women in particular stood within the small crowd gazing admirably at this brown skinned estranged stranger as he stood there speaking words that seemed to entrance the listeners as though struck by the most skilled of hypnotists, though they were free to walk away at any point if they so chose to, they often chose not to.
"But sometimes I wonder if the gun at my side's my only best friend, Living life wondering if I've got to run from my so-called friends, I wont pretend like I belong here, I wont pretend like I don't feel wrong here, So I live life day by day fighting strong against fear, Strong like maybe the end is near, Strong like I'm already in fifth gear, It's weird how I feel, But I grit my teeth and endure it, I guess sometimes we all got's to be strong as steel, But screw it, I'll just obscure it while I watch it all unfold; watch it all unseal."
The crowd applauded at the finalization of the demonstration. Shouts of praise were given unto Alexander but he seemed oblivious to such things, almost as if the praise was received with disgust and, to some extent, confusion. Now given in silence, Alexander leaned against the wall behind him and took a moment of relief from the chaos that just ensued. Some of those who were a part of the crowd, the young girls included, stayed behind and spoke admiringly of him amongst themselves, some even praising him with a more open directness. Alexander simply cast them a gaze, perhaps even a subtle smile at the pretty ones, and returned to the darkness of his own self.
None stayed for further chatter; the air of fear consumed them much too quickly and the air of confusion now consumed him much too deeply. Nevertheless, for the time being Alexander was in a saner state of mind. The outflow of such thoughts served to relieve him of the ever present and chaotic pain that haunted him so. Thus, as temporary as it may be, his better half reigned prevalent.
And the stampede carried on.
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Post by Reverie Darvill on Jun 10, 2012 17:14:46 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px, btable] One thing that didn't help Reverie's growing irritation was groups of people-blocking, of any sort of walkways or could-have-been potential ways around crowds or unfavourably flowing streams of people-traffic.
Of course, curiousity did arouse at the sights of such build-ups - what were they stopping for? What was of interest? something weird to look at, or an emergency that happened? - but it was currently a mixed bundle of feelings in Reverie, wanting to get her ingredients while figuring out what this current crowd was herding around.
Had it been a peculiar view or sight, she likely never would have found out and lost her patience, but the sound of a voice chanting (singing, almost?) caught Reverie's ear, registering what her eyes could not. Some sort of poem, or song. Something about fighting and strength and endurance and...
Yeah, it ended, and Reverie's attention span was starting to wander again, wondering the difference between 'entertainment' and 'amusement.' To her amusement had meant something slightly ridiculous or only childishly foolish, but then some people did occasionally swap out "entertainment" instead.
Perhaps amusement was entertainment but not all entertainment was amusement. Like the thumbs and fingers, or rectangles and squares sayings... Perhaps?
Reverie wove through the dispersing crowd, trying to move around and about the people so she could exit this shopping sector. Her eyes flickered about, trying to avoid running into anybody while taking in anything interesting. Certain streaked hair, mellow orange and neon lime clothing, a dark skinned person. Her head may or may not (and by that I mean did) have swiveled to the left and right upon interesting sights that momentarily caught her interest before losing their temporary glamour.
A shame for her, when the suddenly bright red-haired girl stopped to giggle over something some other people were showing her, probably on some gadget or another, right in front of Reverie. The colour was pretty, for the first few seconds, but then her irritation started to rise again.
Rev pouted, looking to her sides and trying to shuffle or skip around the group. How rude! Clogging up the walkway! At least pull halfway out of the center, or stick to a line, or something! At this rate, she'd be bumping into people, trying to get out of here-!
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Post by Alexander on Jun 11, 2012 23:48:40 GMT -7
Alexander stood there, his back against the wall, his eyes peering at the ground as though he was able to see right through it at the cinematic drama ensuing in the depths of hell beneath, and his mind in a state of pseudo-peace. It was this statue-like state he was in that drew both curious eyes and cautious airs.
In his thoughts he thought he saw something forgotten; a memory that never was.
It was a snap back to this reality so detached from reality.
It was then that he noticed a glimmer on the ground where he stood; Oddly shaped medallions that glistened in the sun and they caught his attention somewhat quickly. What seemed more so compelling was the fact that these medallions were not there prior to his demonstration. Assuming first hand that they were the product of that which weaved all around him, he paid them no mind until the oscillating glint of their shine reflected that bright sun in his eye.
Kneeling down upon the ground, he took an odd handful of these in his hands, and afterward all of them, and stuffed them into his pockets. Feeling them upon his fingers, he noticed that they were neither hot nor cold and yet surely they must be one or another; one and not the other.
Headache.
They didn't weigh very much despite the amount given. They seemed almost too light in weight to be what they were and yet for what they were, they were lacking.
Dizziness.
The pangs of hunger set in at long last.
Alexander assumed the only solution he had to this hunger was to simply wait until he stumbled across a lake, or an ocean, to find his fill of fish or simply drown the pangs in water. Yes, this was the only option available until a thought came to his mind; it seemed about the only thing that made sense.
"...Antiques." A muttered word spoken to himself in reassurance.
Yes, in his mind he had formulated the grand scheme of selling these shiny, some not so shiny, trinkets to the highest bidder as to garner up some money so that he can purchase the food that would fill his belly and satiate the insatiable hunger and it's pangs. Unbeknown to him, these trinkets were, indeed, part of the local currency.
But why didn't he know?
The question beckoned him to think,
Thinking brought only confusion,
Confusion clouded clarity,
Clarity was the rarest of commodities.
Nevertheless, Alexander began his small journey through the bustling crowd. The odd glance was cast his way. Some of the young girls giggled in their thoughts while the boys all talked amongst themselves of this stranger who so suddenly came into the midst spewing words of rhyme and melody in a manner only he could provide.
Such a strange place,
Yet so similar to that of his memory.
What memory?
The struggle to remember things he could not remember, and perhaps were never there, returned quickly. This Alamira was indeed a familiar place but familiar to what? The nagging thoughts and the darkened memories all served to mock him in his distress and thus he simply stopped in his tracks frozen by the gripping pain that only grew tighter as moments went by.
In his cease of motion, Alexander found himself standing face to face with one; an odd girl (Rev) whose eyes carried an agitation, perhaps a frustration. Though Alexander had not seen her presence at first, but he did, it was simply a matter of looking closer, past the veil cast upon him by that pain and into the reality therein; the reality that was simply not so.
He stared at her for several moments.
Something was unlike as it should.
This girl was as a vibration out of sync with the chorus and yet she seemed all the same to his eyes. This drove the pain further, deeper, the confusion worsened and he simply stared at her, unable to do much else. It was then that it struck him; she was as real as this city and as this world; so real that she was not and it came to be, that when he truly contemplated the nature of such a being before her, that she was simply a part of his own self made manifest by what weavers of dreams had been orchestrating this fell existence from behind curtains unseen.
It was then, and then only, that by sheer willpower alone he broke what hold the remembrance of unremembered memory had on him and he spoke quite clearly in that voice of his.
"..What have you done if you try to fail and succeed?"
Such was all that was spoken as he stared deeply into this girl's eyes as though peering into her very soul. What words he truly attempted to speak were far from what had been spoken and yet he realized not what it was that he had spoken.
From him there was great peace given outward,
There was great fear also.
And the world continued on around.
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Post by Reverie Darvill on Jun 18, 2012 12:45:36 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px, btable] Oh, why did she go this way? What a dumb idea, with all these people, and their stupid tendencies to stop and talk and walk all around the sidewalk so you have to go slow or stop or weave awkwardly between them--!
Gosh, she chose the wrong day to get food. She should've checked the sugar cabinet content levels earlier, like yesterday. Or maybe even tomorrow would've been better. Gosh. Any day but this one, clearly.
All but grumbling to herself, Reverie glared daggers at the offenders until she felt... something... one her? She glanced down at her arms, brushing them off, but, no, what was on her wasn't really... on her? Well, if felt like it was, but at the same time it didn't. She rocked backwards on her heels, looking down. Finding nothing, he let out a breath and looked back forward, glancing up at the sky casually.
She caught the sight of something dark brown-y black, and her eyes as well as her head swiveled to get a better look at it.
"..What have you done if you try to fail and succeed?"
The person - guy - asked her, eyes boring into hers. Reveries eyes widened, blinking a few times in confusion. She opened her mouth, almost asked "what," and then "Try to get s'roo traffic t' get cookie dough," came slipping from her mouth before closing her lips and pouting a little.
Honestly, the guy's stare made her uncomfortable; she fidgeted, resisting the urge to scratch her neck where her hair tickled the skin occasionally, instead opting to cross her arms in front of her chest.
"V-Vhy? Ooh'a--Ooh'at d'you vant?!" She added, heat rising to her cheeks. Wh-What place did he have, to call her out all of a sudden, and ask her that--that weird question, and stare at her, and and unnerve her anyway?! She didn't even know him - at least, she didn't think she knew him. He certainly didn't look like anyone David had ever brought over, or introduced her to, or anything... What could he want with her-?!
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Post by Alexander on Jun 18, 2012 19:48:05 GMT -7
Alexander stared at her.
It seemed the answer to her question had not processed for the question itself failed to register as it should have in that complex complexity sitting in the recess of his skull. And thus, for a moment give, his eyes never left her.
And so it was for a time not long lasting until he raised a single digit from a single hand and slowly pressed it against her right shoulder and in that single and subtle touch, a great shroud enveloped her as that of fear, as that of peace; both yielding sheer confusion. To Alexander, however, the touch meant that she was real enough to be tangible, though even when they're tangible they are more often then not illusion and illusions are deceptive.
Even knowing this, Alexander gave in to what could be a lie.
His mouth then spoke few words and they were words of concern and disconcerting. Indeed, for such a one to have acquired the information he had thus spoken, he would have to either been watching her by mandate of an outside authority or he, himself, would have known her at some time past.
"They are watching you." He spoke such words in near whispers though spoken loud enough and clear enough to be heard clearly by her ears.
Though he spoke on behalf of no authority but his own, and though he had not known her outside of these few moments spent, in his understanding, she was known, and always will be known, for she was of him and he of her. Both one in the same for what aspect of his own psyche she now represented was indeed a vice or virtue that would forever be with him.
But she was her own entity; he simply did not know or come to contemplate the notion behind the confusion and the doubt that would so too be forever of his own self. Thus his eyes stared deeply as he unknowingly and subconsciously attempted to decipher the mystery as to which piece of himself was represented here before his very eyes.
But who were "they?"
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Post by Reverie Darvill on Jun 22, 2012 7:46:56 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px, btable] The guy didn't answer right away, or for the longest time, really. Just kept... staring. no answer, no real response, no way of understand what the hell was going on...!
After a few moments of uncomfortable staring, Reverie unsure whether to break it or not, the guy raised a hand and pressed a finger to her shoulder.
"H-Hey, 'aht th' hell're you doing?!" She asked, moving backwards and trying to brush it off and away from her. Damn, this guy was creepy - staring at her, saying weird things, now trying to touch her - what the hell was his problem!? Whatever it was, she got the feel she didn't want to be involved (or affected!) by it.
"They are watching you," The guy whispered to her, causing a wary look in Rev's eyes.
The question of "What" - or, more specifically - "What the hell are you talking about" - bubbled up again, but instead she spurted, "S-Sehn mayb' you should go s-so sehy don't git you," taking on a stance as if she knew she was watched or-- whatever. Which, really, was true in a way. She was still observed, still met David's co-workers, still supervised during a lot of stuff. She was still a Nightmare, still a potential threat albeit a low one.
Of course, this creeper-guy could mean someone else was watching her, or was just messing with her like Jo sometimes did, or even knew of the whole goal-thing Dave and his crew were trying to reach through her. Interesting prospect, but she'd never seen him before, and quite frankly didn't want to see him now.
"L-Look, i-if you're just gonna st-stand sahir, sehn I'mma go," She said, lips in a slight pout as she moved to go around him. She didn't want to stick around this creepy guy, he was ultra-confusing, and she just wanted to get ingredients to make a cake or cookies or something equivalently sweet. Was that really just too much to ask today?!
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Post by Alexander on Jul 11, 2012 20:58:46 GMT -7
Alexander stared at her for but another moment. It was not until she began to take her first steps to move forth, away from him, that a flicker of light sparked in his mind so suddenly that it snapped his perspective toward an opposite end and yet he saw none the more clearer.
"I,..I'm sorry." He said softly, sincerely, though if he were to stop and examine just why it was he had spoken such an apology, he would find nothing but darkness and the bright shining lines of chaotic confusion that only became entangled more and more in that vast and empty place called his mind.
His face seemed tormented, as though in a greater pain, and indeed such torment was ever present despite what reality the moment brought him forth into. Not bearing to look upon her eyes once more, he removed his own from her face and cast them onto the ground, looking upward to her face occasionally, though not long lasting, as he spoke further.
"I'm... looking for something... can you help me?" Innocently spoken words overlaid with grief and somber sorrow were spoken softly in the midst of the bustling crowds and the birds that flew overhead. In contrast to the vivid color of this reality therein, Alexander stood out, a beacon of gray and black though there was also pure white and there was red.
"I'll give you some money for your troubles..." Of course Alexander had no concept of what, exactly, currency was in this place though somewhere in the rampant raging in his mind he felt a nagging that pulled at him, as if he indeed know what such a thing was and what it looked like and how it felt in his hand, and yet for the life of him, he simply could not grasp such an elusive and slippery thought.
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Post by Reverie Darvill on Jul 21, 2012 20:07:45 GMT -7
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px, btable] She was going to leave, she really was, but then the guy apologized, his voice soft. Was he... timid? That seemed a sudden change; especially with his weird questions from earlier, out of nowhere, that she certainly wouldn't ask a stranger, even if she'd thought of them...
Reverie shrugged, awkward, not knowing exactly the appropriate reaction for this kind of situation. She didn't want to say it was okay, because she wasn't really sure if it was, and, well...
"I'm... looking for something... can you help me?"
Reverie's ears perked up. Looking... for something? She really wanted to get out of there, go get her ingredients, and go home to bake, but... her curiousity was egging at her a little. What was he looking for? He didn't seem to be exactly the type to look for something... obvious, or simple.
Reverie tilted her head, stopping herself considering. She didn't care about money; didn't really need it, since Dave took care of everything. And overall it was probably a bad idea, probably but... Well, now she really wanted to know. And if she could help it'd probably be a good thing, so it's not like the little David-like voice in her head could really complain... right?
"'E-'Ell..." she started, still a tad uncertain with her choice. "V-Vhat're you... lookin' for, e-exactly-?"
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Post by Alexander on Aug 2, 2012 23:49:00 GMT -7
Had it been that long to have forgotten the answer to such a question? No, it couldn't have been. And yet Alexander struggled to remind himself of just what it was he had been seeking, for how long, why, and how such a search came to be. He looked at her thus for some moments given hoping she, perhaps her very presence, would spark some distant memory to provide an answer needed, any answer, any answer at all, and yet in all his waiting and in all the futile trudging throughout the darkness of his mind he found nothing.
"I'm looking for... a pawn shop.. I think.." Somewhere in such wanderings throughout the deep dark of his mind he found an inkling of a something shimmering in the vast nothing and though uncertain of the whys and of the hows he spoke it and in speaking he thought perhaps some clarity would come forth.
There was no clarity; not for him.
"Do you know where it is?"
Pawn shop.
It was all he had to go on. Figuring that perhaps there he would find an answer or perhaps there he would find some form of remembrance as to why he was there at all and what it was he was looking for there in that place. It was all he had to cling to, all he had to hope for.
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