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Post by KANE on Dec 13, 2011 0:52:02 GMT -5
It was early enough in the morning for the dew sparkling on the grass to have not evaporated. However, Aella was normally wide awake by that time simply because she found herself unable to sleep practically every other night. She had woken up about two hours ago to get a head-start on the day. It wasnt that there was much for her to do besides walk as far as she could - within reason- towards New York. Luckily for the foot-traveler, the sky was clear, and the only clouds in sight were thin and wispy, letting the sun shine down rather than clouds overcoming the sky and pouring rain on whomever was in the poor enough state of luck to get rained on. Aella walked carefully, sticking as close to the guardrail as possible. The traffic whirring by her should have kept her more jumpy than she was. She assumed that if anything, it was because she had adjusted to the sounds within the past hour that she'd been walking. The rucksack slung over her shoulder contained no more than a blanket and a fabric hammock that she could tie between two trees. Aella was a light traveler, but then again, she supposed that was sort of the 'way to go' as far as being a runaway went.
A small breeze was a welcome break from the only bursts of air being from roaring traffic - some of which was passing far to close for her liking. But then again, what could she do about it? She was the one walking on the freeway, after all. It wasnt as though the vehicles were driving on the sidewalk. The breeze made her shiver as the cool air rushed across the back of her neck, picking her hair up and lifting it easily into the air. The morning was brisk, but beautiful in spite of her rather undesirable location. Closing her eyes, she focused on continuing to walk, trying to ignore the cars and trucks zooming by. She pulled the collar of her trench coat up a bit, flipping it over to stand straight and protect her skin. She wanted to be alone to travel, seeing as it was the smartest thing to do...or so she thought. But, at the same time, she wanted to see somebody...anybody. Her gloved hands clenched into fists slightly as she stuffed them in her pockets.
It had only been six days and she was already unhappy with the course of action she had taken. She couldnt help but wonder how her parents were reacting...or how they had reacted. Or, if they had even reacted at all? Something inside Aella's stomach practically screamed that they had reacted, trying to find their daughter after she had run away, but at the same time, the young girl couldnt help but think that maybe they'd done nothing at all? They had come to fear her because of her mutation, even though she wasnt close to the most dangerous mutant around - compared to what she'd heard on the news - and far from the most interesting (to her, she knew her parents would consider her 'interesting' to be their 'weird') around. She was already tired of living in the pseudo state of fear she had picked up since running. It wasn't just that others wouldnt react well to her mutation, it was anything that a young girl alone had to worry about after the sun went down. Needless to say, it wasn't the greatest thing.
I wish there was at least someone I could converse with... Aella though, biting her lip as she opened her eyes again. She missed Nelana, who had been gone for four years already. She could talk to Nelana about anything, but now she wondered how her friend would have reacted if she'd been alive to see her friend - who turned out to be a mutant?
Sighing quietly, Aella flinched a bit at the blaring sound of an eighteen-wheelers horn as it passed. She looked up, glaring at it from beneath her black bangs. What was that for?! she silently demanded, a pout-like frown of displeasure plastered on her face.
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Post by KANE on Dec 13, 2011 0:52:18 GMT -5
Vermont had been... awfully Vermont-y. While to most that wouldn't be much of a description at all, to anyone who had spent any significant amount of time in rural Vermont knew exactly what it meant (and what part of Vermont besides Burlington didn't qualify as rural). It wasn't even like she went to talk to anyone, but the feeling of oppression washed strongly over her anyways. But all the white trash in the state weren't deterring her from this. This was something that she was doing for herself, a ritual she had devised and undertaken for several years now. She had gone to visit her parents' graves on the anniversary of their murder... assassination... whatever. She knew of course that the plot in the graveyard was merely a symbolic. There weren't any bodies buried here, SHIELD having claimed that her parents were agents, also claimed the bodies. They had all too many reason why they would do such a thing but ultimately it didn't really matter. This was her ritual, her thing. SHIELD and HYDRA both be damned if they tried to stop her from this. Thus she had ventured back into memory lane. At a convenience store she had picked up a number of supplies and gotten the typical strange looks. She was never sure these days if the aged cashiers were glaring at her from the distinctive hue of her hair and pegging her as trouble because of it or if she was getting glares for her Asian heritage. Growing up she had been the only girl in a 20 mile radius with even a drop of Asian blood in her. Her own town had come to accept her... sort of... but in an effort not to be recognized and run out of town she had gone to a store several towns over. It was an appropriately dreary day when she sat down for her picnic on her parents' gravesite. She didn't say anything, didn't cry or scream out or anything. She simply sat there, ate her lunch, and hung out there for the better part of the day. Then she hopped onto her motorcycle and started heading back to New York. Sure she could have gotten a flight both ways, but this was more cathartic. The way back was fairly uneventful. Same boring highway, same terrible Vermont drivers. Carmilla didn't bother wearing a helmet, as the cold autumn breeze on her face and whipping her hair about was likewise cathartic and part of her ritual. Then suddenly the boringness passed as there was some sort of commotion up ahead. The blaring horns of a Semi-truck and its load drew Carmilla's attention. There was somebody walking alongside the Interstate, which wasn't all that uncommon. The fact that it was a lone girl, and young too judging from her build, was a little different. Runaway. Obviously. Carmilla pulled alongside the girl and stopped her motorcycle. The girl wasn't hitching so she wasn't likely to take a ride, but she was likely very hungry and there was a rest stop coming up in less than five minutes. Carmilla pulled up to her, "Hey!" She fished around in her pocket for her wallet and pulled out a twenty, folded it up and tossed it to the girl and then pointed to a road sign that said that there was a stop coming up. She then nodded to the girl with a smile and sped off ahead. She was ready to stretch her legs a little and get a drink anyways. If the girl wanted to talk to her once she got there, then that was fine. If not, well... Carm knew what it was like on the streets, at least the twenty would get her something warm to eat. |
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Post by KANE on Dec 13, 2011 0:52:36 GMT -5
Shaking her head some Aella looked back at the ground and continued walking. She hunched her shoulders a little and pressed forward, quickening her pace slightly. The sooner he got somewhere where she could rest for a while, or the day, was going to be met with open arms. There was one thing she would not do, and that was rest on the open road…much less an interstate. What kind of person in their right mind would try that? I guess someone that doesn’t care, or is exhausted enough to rest where they trip…fall…collapse…or whatever… she thought, looking over the guardrail of the overpass she was walking on at a stream of bikers flowing parallel to the cars on the road below her. Was it some sort of race? Probably….they were all streamlined, from their helmets to their shoes, bikes included.
Her attention was diverted from the brightly-colored bikers below with the sound of a running engine growing closer to her. She looked up, blinking a bit before turning her head slightly to see more to her side and slightly behind her to see a motorcycle coming up alongside her. She jumped with a bit of surprise and turned to the side slightly to look at whomever was coming up to her. Upon closer inspection, she determined that the rider was another girl, if for no other reason than the long, green hair on her head. Wait…green? Had she seen right? The girl rolled up closer and Aella found she was correct in the determination of the color.
Wow… she thought, hiding a bit of a smirk. That’s awesome…
Aella’s parents had never let her dye her hair any sort of color, nor highlight it. They’d been too strict. Her mother fretted that it would make her hair fall out after just one cycle, while her father adamantly said it wouldn’t be seen anyway because her hair was black. She managed to contain the small grin that pulled at the corners of her mouth out of simply seeing the girl’s colored hair.
”Hey!”
Aella gave a small wave and responded with a small ‘Hi’ that was easily drowned out by the traffic rushing by. Before she knew it, the girl tossed her something relatively small and green. Aella instinctively reached out to catch it, fumbling over the small item a few times before looking up. She shifted her gaze to follow the direction the girl was pointing in to a road sign indicating a rest stop not too far off. The engine of her motorcycle rumbled as she sped off, in that direction. Aella was left standing on the side of the interstate, confusion sitting in her gaze.
What was that all about… Looking down in her hands, at the item that had been tossed to her, she unfolded it to find that it was money...twenty dollars to be exact. Her jaw slacked slightly and she looked up for the girl, but she had already faded in the distance towards the rest stop. Blinking repeatedly, it took Aella minute to figure out what to do before she tucked the money in one of her pockets, zipped the pocket, and took off at a light, unbalanced jog in the direction of the rest stop.
A while later, she finally reached the parking lot and slowed to a walk. Her breath came out in short, quiet pants in an attempt to get her air back. She walked slowly towards the store-station, her eyes scanning the area for the green-haired girl. There were so many people at the rest stop that Aella couldn’t hardly see between the groups that passed by.
Where was she?
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Post by KANE on Dec 13, 2011 0:52:45 GMT -5
When Aella reached the rest stop she would notice the girl with the green hair’s motorcycle was parked just outside the building. This was one of those rest stops that also doubled as a small local diner and a gas station and about four other functions all rolled up into one as well. The motorcycle was rather non-descript to look at, the rider had been the really interesting thing. Or at least her hair had been. Carmilla was used to that. People saw her hair and didn’t really pay attention to the girl under it. It was the perfect thing for someone with her job. It was parked just outside the window of the diner section of the rest stop. The grubby window looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years but at certain angles from the outside one could see a glint of green moving around behind the window from the person sitting there. Sure enough, the mixed-race girl with the green hair was seated in a booth by the window. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and a second one across from her in case the girl she saw a few minutes back on the Interstate chose to sit with her. If not? Oh well. At least the girl had an extra twenty to help her out on whatever road life took her on. She wasn’t sure how good the quality of the food would be here, but the coffee was good. Carmilla was even rather surprised that the mugs in which they were served were clean. She had expected far less, given the way the windows looked. She squinted through it, thinking she spotted the girl that she had seen walking. |
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Post by KANE on Dec 13, 2011 0:53:05 GMT -5
Aella scanned the parking lot for any sign of the motorcycle she had only just glimpsed. Cars were coming in and out as though it were an intersection rather than somewhere for people to pull over and rest from driving. After looking around for the designated vehicle, she luckily found it. That meant the green – haired girl she had seen was there. Now just to find her. Pulling her trench coat tighter over her wings she shoved her hands ungracefully in her pockets, walking forward – determined to find the girl. She ignored the building entirely for the moment, but was instead determined to find the girl.
Side-stepping other people around her, Aella stood on her toes every few seconds to try and spot the green hair she had seen on the road. After about three minutes of searching, she finally spotted her. There...! Aella thought, swalowing. Truthfully, she was still a bit confused as to why the green-haired girl had taken the course of action she did – not just tossing her the twenty dollars to use for whatever, but also almost requesting to meet at the rest stop.
Walking forward, once she had effectively found a ‘part’ in the crowd, before she got to the doors of the building, going inside and making a turn to head in the direction of the girl. Suddenly, a wave of nervousness set in over her as she approached. She didn’t want to be strangely nervous, but the timidity had simply set in out of habit. Swallowing, she cleared her throat to speak as she neared the table.
”Uh...” she said, quietly. ”H-hey..”
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Post by KANE on Dec 13, 2011 0:53:16 GMT -5
Carmilla looked up from her coffee as the girl approached and gave a small half-wave. The girl was uneasy. She didn’t so much look scared as she did timid and out of her element. She must not have been on the road for very long. It was probably good that she hadn’t been trying to hitchhike. She was young and Carm hated to think of the sort of people who might try to take advantage of the girl. There was something about the girl that reminded her an awful lot of herself at that age. She hoped that the reason this girl had taken to the streets wasn’t as dire as her own. She waved her hand at the seat in the booth across from her where a full steaming-hot cup of coffee was sitting for Aella whether she wanted it or not. “Hey. Wanna take a seat?” Her voice was friendly and compassionate. It was a rare thing to hear her talking like that while not on a mission. Her usual self was cold and for lack of a better word ‘hella-bitchy’. She didn’t think the girl trusted her yet, but that was a good thing. She would have been more worried about her if she had done so. “Where you runnin’ to?” It was asked casually, and with no judgment associated with it. Carm pushed back her hair, feeling a mite disgusted at the gritty feeling that came with riding without a helmet. “Don’t answer if you don’t want to. I’m not the police or anything.” Okay, so the last part was a little bit of a lie. She was, among other things, a federal agent. She was not, however, acting today as one. |
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Post by KANE on Dec 13, 2011 0:53:41 GMT -5
Aella kept her hands in her pocket and nodded to the young woman in acknowledgement of the wave. She edged slightly closer to the table, unsure how close she should come without giving the green-haired person before her the sense that she was having her personal space invaded, or how far she should stay back without making it look like she was trying to stay as far away as possible. Since she’d left her home, the proper, respectful air she carried around strangers that manifested as something some people could call charisma – albeit a bit forced – had vanished almost entirely, seeing as the people she’d encountered on the road were far from the sort that she met whenever she was brought along to dinners her parents attended for one reason or another.
”Hey. Wanna take a seat?” The gesture made Aella look at the chair offered, then at the cup of coffee. She managed to hide her surprise behind a blink, though she was unable to contain the…what one could almost consider gratefulness at the kind gesture. She looked at the young woman and nodded some, giving a small smile. Although it wasn’t a sign of trust placed in the new acquaintance, it was more a sign that Aella had relaxed enough to behave more normally rather than withdrawn and completely awkward.
Aella slipped her hands out of her pockets and took hold of the chair before her, spinning it around so that its back was facing the table. The black-haired girl swung her leg subtly over it, sitting carefully as not to catch any of her feathers against the seat when she lowered herself onto it. She knew the way she was sitting automatically shouted “ABNORMAL” to anybody who saw, or put up a giant flashing billboard above her head, but Aella just wanted to sit for the time, finding herself unable to care less about what others thought at the moment. She’d been walking for a while, and she needed a small rest. Leaning forward, she crossed her arms over the top of the back of the chair, straining the trenchcoat over her wings and shoulders as she stretched her back.
Slipping a hand around the cup of coffee, she looked up at the young woman when she spoke. ”Where you running to? Don’t answer if you don’t want to. I’m not the police or anything.” Well, that much was good to know. She debated for a moment, thinking about what sort of answer she should give…more specific, or more vague? Sipping the coffee, she shuddered as the sudden warmth entered her body. Swallowing, she spoke for the second time, this time more clearly than before.
”I…uh…I’m just trying to get to New York, really…” she answered truthfully. ”Just out of Vermont…” she said with a small smile.
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Post by KANE on Dec 13, 2011 0:53:52 GMT -5
Carmilla watched the girl’s actions very carefully. She didn’t make any comment or show any surprise when the girl decided to switch the chair around and sit on it backwards. She’d seen a lot stranger behaviour in the past anyways. “I’m sorry if the coffee isn’t how you’d like it. I said two sugar, two cream. If you need more I can ask the waitress.” The girl was obviously thankful to have the liquid at all. She drank from her own mug and picked up a menu from the side of the table and slid it over to her. “Here. If you want something, it’s on me.” She knew she’d already given the girl a twenty but money went fast in the open if you spent it on frivolous restaurant food and a free warm meal was never a bad thing. She listened to Aella respond, knowing that she was genuine. The girl was a runaway, obviously she was going to New York. The town had a habit of attracting people who were looking to start over. Carmilla nodded slowly and smiled. “I’m a Vermont girl myself.” She shrugged, “Just up visiting my parents.” She omitted the fact that she was visiting her parents’ gravesite. “And actually, I’m heading back into New York City myself.” She would offer the girl a ride, but not yet. This girl still had no reason to really trust her or accept such a ride. In fact Carm would be a little disappointed if she did at this point as it would be a sign that the girl was not fit to rough it and was too naïve and accepting of a potential antagonist. She felt her cell buzz and she picked it out of a pocket, looked at it for less then half a second and sent the called to voicemail before turning back to Aella. “My name is Carmilla. Carmilla Black. “ She extended her hand in a warm gesture. |
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Post by KANE on Dec 20, 2011 0:53:44 GMT -5
The warmth that the coffee spread throughout her body was quite a relief and much-enjoyed feeling coming off of the busy, windy highway. Her fingers were warming up through her gloves already, and that was something Aella greatly appreciated. Curling her right hand into a half-clenched fist, she placed her fingertips against the ceramic of the mug. The holes that had been torn in the tips allowed the heat to transfer directly to her skin. She managed to relax a bit and glance up at the green-haired young woman as she spoke. Aella's golden-yellow eyes widened slightly in surprise over the top of the mug when a menu was cast in her direction. She extended her arm silently and took the menu, nodding some and quietly murmuring her hushed 'thank you', the gratitude evident in her eyes.
The teen kept her gaze trained on the young woman as she introduced herself - Carmilla Black? Aella let the smile grow slightly on her face, pulling at the corners of her mouth. When prompted, she extended her hand as well, taking Carmilla's in her own in her strong grip. "S..small world..." she managed to say, stumbling slightly over her words at first. "My name's Aella...Aella Agrona." she said, introducing herself properly. Looking down at the menu, her eyes automatically locked on something relatively small, but warm and satisfactory. A bowl of chicken noodle soup.
"It's uh...very kind of you to offer buying me something to eat....and for the.." she paused, trying to think of what to call the money. "...gift earlier...I really appreciate it..." She looked at the menu for a moment longer before looking back up through her bangs. "I...if its okay, c-could I get a bowl of soup?" She didn't want to make it seem as though she didn't believe Carmilla's words, but more like an almost 'too good to be true' sort of sensation.
Running her hand through her hair, she pulled some of the strands back, tucking them behind her ear to get them out of her face. Raising the coffee to her lips, she sipped it again. "And the coffee is fine, thank you...it's great, actually..." she said, nodding some to support the point.
[[OOC: I'm sorry it's so late. Break finally started and I don't have to study or do homework for five weeks </3]]
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Post by KANE on Dec 30, 2011 20:24:15 GMT -5
((Chillax, no worries.)) Carmilla could tell that this girl hadn't been out on her own for very long, but she still knew to be cautious. Nonetheless, the gratitude was in her eyes and in the quiet tones of her voice. Carm wasn't doing this for gratitude, she wasnt doing this for recognition. She was doing this because she saw so much of herself in this young girl. She was doing this because this girl was in need and she wasn't going to be getting help from anyone else out here. Not without expecting something else from the girl. It probably wasn't all that fair for her to do this, Aella wouldn't have this experience very often if she was intending on staying by herself. Still, Carmilla, as cold as she'd become towards people, she didn't have the heart not to help. Carmilla noticed a lot about her, about the way she moved, the way she spoke, the strong way in which she gripped her hand. Her eyes were stunning. Carmilla couldn't be certain but she had a very strong feeling that they were natural. If so then there was a chance that it was a normal mutation, but there was also the chance that it was an x-gene mutation. She would need to find out more. If it was the latter, then Carm had a pretty good idea of how to get the girl off the streets. "Aella... That's a beautiful name..." It was too. It was unique and interesting. It sounded like something that Carm might find in a fantasy novel. After close inspection she agreed to herself that it fit this girl. "I don't know. Bowl of soup? Seems a little pricey. I might need certain favours. I do require a bed warmer." She cast a warm smile at the younger girl. "It's okay. It really is. I've been on the streets on my own. I know how much you just wish sometimes that there'd be somewhere out there who'd see you and show some warmth without expecting something in return." She hadn't intended on coaxing Aella with her own story but it she looked like she needed a friend right now and Carmilla was feeling rather introspective after visiting her parents. When the waitress arrived she ordered Aella her soup and ordered herself a plate of sliders with onion rings. This way, if Aella was still hungry after her soup then Carmilla would be in a position to share. |
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Post by KANE on Dec 30, 2011 20:24:34 GMT -5
Aella stared down at her reflection in the mug of coffee as she listened to Carmilla speak. The young runaway smiled slightly when her name was complimented. She recalled her early childhood, asking her mother numerous times what her name meant. The children at school had either seemed interested in her name or offended, for lack of a better work, for how it seemed foreign compared to theirs. ‘Whirlwind’ her mother had said. Her name was Greek, which Aella found amusing seeing as she wasn’t Greek in the slightest. Interested, Aella had sought out a book of Greek myths at the library to read, and with some luck she happened to stumble upon one where she learned of her name’s origin. In a Greek myth, it was the name of an Amazon warrior killed by Herakles during his quest for Hippolyta’s girdle.
”I don’t know, bowl of soup? Seems a little pricey...I might need certain favors. I do require a bed warmer.”
Aella didn’t let the wave of nervousness that had crashed over her show on her face. That’s okay, that’s okay... she thought quickly and silently. A salad is less expensive...I like salad... She glanced up at the young woman across from her through her bangs, preparing to speak, to take back her previous answer and give a new one when she noticed the smile on Carmilla’s face. ”It’s okay. It really is.” Aella felt herself deflate a bit with relief. Oh...it was a bit of a joke...I didn’t realize it was...
”I’ve been on the streets on my own. I know how much you just wish sometimes that there’d be someone out there who’d see you and show some warmth without expecting something in return...”
Aella waited until Carmilla went ahead and ordered before speaking.
”Yes...” she said quietly, sipping her coffee quietly again before looking up into Carmilla’s eyes. ”I can’t say I’ve...been on my own for long...” she said, giving a light chuckle when she spoke. ”Less than a week, actually....but already I have a good understanding of what you mean...”
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Post by KANE on Jan 1, 2012 11:33:56 GMT -5
Carm watched her behaviour closely. The girl might not have been on the streets for long but she had already taken some of its characteristics. She was hardening herself, especially when she didn’t spot an obvious joke when it was spoken. Carm hadn’t had this feeling in a very very long time but she suddenly felt the urge to take care of Aella. To protect her from what she might get into. After Carm waved the waitress over and ordered she glanced back at Aella who’d begun a bit of explanation. “The first week. I remember well the first week. First days you’re surging with confidence. You can do this. You’re strong and independent and you don’t need anyone. Next days it begins to wane a bit. Life is a little harder than you thought it would be, but you’re still pretty sure you can do this. Then the days come where you start getting scared. Hungry. Whatever.” She extended her hand, palm outward. If Aella wanted to take it, it was there. If not, that was fine too. “It gets better. Not always easier. But you get a hang of it.” She drained her coffee and set the cup down to the side. She felt the briefest caffeine surge. “So how are you planning on getting to New York? It’s a long walk…” She didn’t know if Aella would be amenable to getting a ride from her but she’d at least approach the subject. They were going the same place, after all. |
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Post by KANE on Jan 3, 2012 20:00:54 GMT -5
Aella nodded slight in acknowledgement of Carmilla's words when she began speaking, and didn't allow her gaze to drift as she listened attentively to the young woman. She may have some good advice for me being on my own... the golden-eyed teenager thought, heartened slightly at the prospect of not being completely clueless as to what to do or what she would experience. A better word here would probably be endure.. she thought silently. Aella curved her fingers over themselves and pressed her knuckles against the ceramic of the mug, allowing more heat to seep through the leather around her hands.
First days of confidence...that much had been mostly true. Running away from home after basically being driven out, she didn't know what to expect. Despite the uncertainty of what she would face, she had been confident enough in her ability to take care of herself to take the steps away from home without fear. However, although the days felt like they had dragged on, she'd grown weary. She felt as though her muscles had been stripped from the bones in her legs, and her heels had blisters evident from the almost non-stop walking she'd done in the past few days. She was starting to numb it out, but even so she couldn't deny the fact when it was physically obvious.
The hand offered was considered for a moment before Aella lightly placed the tips of her fingers in Carmillas palm, giving a small smile. The words spoken had given Aella a bit of a more positive outlook on the whole situation. Using her free hand, Aella sipped down practically the rest of her coffee, though she left some remaining still, and it would stay there until the soup came.
"So how are you planning on getting to New York? It's a long walk..."
Aella looked through her bangs at Carmilla and shrugged a bit before responding. "That's really all I planned on doing..." she said with a small laugh. "...just walking until I got there. When I left I didn't know of any other way to go...not old enough to drive and I didn't know anybody who'd drive me..." she shrugged and gave a bit of a more relaxed smile than what had been seen previously. "So I figured I could use the most reliable mode of transportation - my own two legs."
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Post by KANE on Jan 6, 2012 12:29:41 GMT -5
Carmilla gave a small smile back when Aella touched her fingertips with Carm's palm. She was a little surprised that she was feeling so much for this girl. She had become so jaded and cold by the world that these feelings were almost alien to her by this point. It was nice to have a little reminder that somewhere behind all of her facades and acts that there was still a small part of herself. Not the government agent, the tutor, the terrorist, the spy. She smiled a little wider, enjoying her presence. Carmilla's thought process was broken, then, by the arrival of their food finally. She was loathe to break physical contact with the girl right now but at the very least she would be sticking around a little bit longer to enjoy a warm meal and some kind words. Once again, Carm was a little surprised by the dinnerware here. Everything was clean and the food had decent sized portions. She wasn't all that hungry herself, she'd mostly ordered a larger meal in case Aella still felt hungry after she was done with her soup. Wordlessly she slid her own plate to the centre of the table and gestured at it, indicated that Aella was welcome to help herself to some of the onion rings or even one of the sliders. Carm meanwhile began picking at her plate as well. She hadn't been hungry when she ordered, but the smell of the food was making her feel more so. She nodded along with the girl's story. So much of what she said matched her own story. At least her story AFTER she took to the streets. "How badly have the blisters settled in?" She knew a few tricks to help with that too and would gladly convey the information if Aella declined her next offer. She didn't know how the girl would take it, but she would try nonetheless. "If you're willing to take a chance and trust me, my bike's pretty reliable. Not quite as much so as your legs, maybe, but it hasn't failed me yet." |
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Post by KANE on Jan 6, 2012 15:31:36 GMT -5
The arrival of food distracted Aella, and she sat back, pulling her hand back to her lap almost reluctantly to make room for the food. The golden-eyed girl managed to contain her expression. It looked good, compared to the few granola bars she'd carried with her. They'd mostly been Oats-and-Honey flavored or chocolate chip. Commonly found and cheap to buy, the pocket change she'd carried with her had mostly been depleted in buying three whenever she passed a rest stop. One for each meal... it had sustained her, but now was a rare luxury that she'd only see a few times until she reached her destination...wherever it may wind up being.
Picking up her spoon, Aella pulled the soup closer to her and dipped the silverware into the broth, watching it steam slightly as the cold spoon interrupted the consistent warmth of the soup beneath her nose. The smell was heavenly to her. She looked up at the sound of a plate scraping against the table and saw Carmilla seemingly offering the sliders and onion rings. Her eyes moved from the offer of food to Carmilla as she began speaking again, dipping the spoon into her first real meal in a few days. Before taking an experimental sip, Aella murmured under her breath, "Itidakimasu!"
It warmed her instantly, more than the coffee had.
"Eh..." she said, shrugging slightly, trying to cover how obviously caught off-guard she had been by the kind offer to drive her. "...they're okay. When they first started they were bad, but I've mostly dulled them out and I get a reminder that they're there if I see them." she said, laughing slightly again. "And...th..the offer is really kind of you, but...I don't want to make you go out of your way..." She continued to repeatedly dip her spoon in and quietly sip the soup, chewing the noodles, carrots, and pieces of chicken as she came across them. "That wouldn't be kind of me at all..."
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