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The Shelter; The Slums' one and only shelter.
Topic Started: Apr 5 2008, 01:06 PM (192 Views)
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Aisa
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Whenever she'd been very little, sitting in her grandmother's house and listening to stories, (The particular one had been the legend of niapiartale:ph and her forbidden love..), the idea had come to her that one day SHE would be the caretaker. Like dEvIAt in the Testament, she would be the one to take care of people and solve problems.

Like most childhood fancies, she'd pushed it away, more than content to play with dolls and small replicas of the okapi that ran wild outside of her home village.

But when she'd become a teenager, the whisperings of this purpose had become much greater, and after much chagrin trying to ignore the internal urges, they became too much.. In the seventh grade, she was at first sent to the counselor's office for obsessive behavior (She'd been sketching the shelter that she would once have; the inside, outside, bathrooms and all..), and then to psychologists. They left her alone after a while, figuring out that she wasn't a danger to herself or others, and seeing that her actions were, in their own weird way, positive. And after all, what girl hadn't drawn her dream home as a child? In the tenth grade, she'd built a small, scaled replica of her drawings- it, complete with gargoyles on the side and the holy 'Ba' in the top mural, had also an angel whispering words of life to the people below.

She'd looked for years and years in her home country, searching for this building- she didn't have the funds to build her own place, and anyway, she was sure, somehow, - so very, very sure.. that the building was already around someplace. It just HAD to be.

She didn't find it in Youndetr or Atipica or Atasia, and as no Youndar were allowed into NWatipica, she got on a boat for the first time in her life and went voyaging to go to the volcanic islands of Atasia. It had felt so right, that afternoon as she'd boarded with her books in one satchel and her clothes in another. It had felt 'sunny' in her heart, and the whisperings had ceased for a little while. Blissful, blissful peace.

She hadn't known that that would be the last time that she would see Weyr soil again, or ever hear a person other than herself speak the tounge of First tribe. She hadn't known that she'd be leaving forever all that she had known.

Reflecting on it now, as she always had, she realises that she wouldn't change the trip even if she could. Things were still sunny inside. Even after so, so many years.

The first night out had been beautiful. Nothing but water and sun and the occasional accompanying dolphin to cheer her, and she'd gone to sleep peaceful, able to close her eyes at long last without the urge to 'Find, find it!'.

The next morning, when she awoke, she was nowhere that she knew- no longer in her cabin, but already on the deck, both satchels in hand, and chaos all around.
"Down, down!", and she'd been urged into an escape raft, having no time to see or ask what had gone wrong. The whispers were back, but she hadn't noticed until she reached the shore of the strange land two days later, throat parched and sore, in the raft with two other delerious women.

They were taken for cubans who had managed to make land (Their darker skins and hair, and lack of English had been accepted almost immeditaly) and the authorities gave them little trouble- if they had even tried, no one but Asia would have been able to understand at all.. All they spoke was Weyr.

The others stayed in one big group, determining to somehow fnd their way back to Wytn, but Aisa? No, not Aisa. She followed her heart right into some big city, looking for the building again with purpose- She was sad at having lost her way, yes, but something felt right about it having happened this way..

Then the warehouse. When she'd found it, it was as though her insides had been washed with sparkling wine and honey, she'd felt so good. Its proportions were right, and with a little work she could have easily made it into the building from her vision-

Only it hadn't happened that way.

Edited by Macuscio`, Apr 5 2008, 01:48 PM.
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Slums Streets and other places

She wandered aimlessly about in the streets for a few hours, glancing around. Maybe not here? Maybe this wasn't THE place..?

But it felt so right! She'd never had this low humming inside- the constant whisperings of /find/ had subsided days ago, when she'd walked into the warehouse for the first time- and now the feeling was rather one of /do/..

Rain picked up over her head, and she walked along, tawny brown eyes to the road. She swung her thin arms as she walked. No use in running to shelter- she had nowhere to go looking nice, and when was the last time that she'd had a shower anyway? And the wreck hadn't made her afraid of storms, either- she had rather adored them for as long as she had known herself to be the way she was- so she enjoyed her walk, despite the frustration.

As she walked from the Towers into the Slums where she'd been staying, she cast her gaze from sky to ground, just randomly, shaking short blackbrown hair from its accustomed place and causing it to be a mane. An Aisa mane. She even began to hum.
"Peha mi sulai gibt, sanai, sanai.."

She crested the main hill in the dark place she was at, and came around into the light of things- and there it was, breaking the curved line of descent, on her right. Why hadn't she seen it before? The main tower thing on the front had a cross on it- She expected any minute to see a rainbow coming therefrom, but there came nothing, and it was just as well. Any more shock would have been too much.

She accepted. And then she ran.
Back to the rundown apartments and the stink of tobacco and sex, back to the smell of smoke and sickness. A day passed, then two days, with that scummy fool who'd taken her in, and then she MADE herself go back.

It was still there. Pristine and new and beautiful. People walked by it as though they didn't see it. Maybe she was hallucinating?

Seven steps up and down as she'd known that there would be. Two huge oak doors with cross panels in them, the key under the front mat. She had known this place all along. During her travels from city to city, she'd lost her maps and many of the books that she'd brought with her from Wytn, but she didn't need them now-
There was no smell of people. It was like this place had always been, but.. had never been known.
But she knew it.
She knew every nook and cranny, because this thing had come out of her head. Heavy hardwood floors, beautiful walls, a central mural inside with a beautiful Ba.

She had her things with her- two small bags of books, another satchel of clothes, and a wad of 500$ bills. She'd brought everything, cleaned out her corner nd left without a word. The pimp wouldn't miss her. She'd been bad for business, after all. Always wanted to talk too much.

This was home now, and she knew where to find the deed too. In the box under the couch in the lounge, and there it was.

It was hers, and she'd found it, and it was good.

Now the task was /do/.

Edited by Macuscio`, Apr 5 2008, 01:55 PM.
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Sibel wanders into the yard of the church where Aisa is making her new home. Sibel had been getting frightened and curious looks from the people in the Flats when she was was on her way, and when she got into the Slums, she was a bit creeped out because she felt she was only being watched over as prey by the millions of eyes of the inhabitants.
Sibel had no true worry for herself and her safety, that was a sure thing. No human, no matter how strong, could overpower her. She may look like an innocent ten-year-old, but 'innocent' would be the only word that truely fit her. It was innocence that defined her down to the 'T'. No matter what she did, she would always consider what would happen to her sisters or the ones she cared about first.
Sibel checked in her bag. A few dead rats, one half eaten, the others with broken necks that she cracked herself, and a scrawny, boney cat that she found on the corner that was eating the dead rat. The cat's head was bent back so far, it seemed as though it was looking behind it upside down, and bones in its neck were jutting out. Sibel didn't really like killing animals, but she would rather kill them than eat them live.
Sibel stalked around the churchyard, her eyes wide open for anything that moved. Her hands were spread, as if ready to pounce at the next thing that moved and was covered in fur or feathers. She found a rather large racoon scuttling through a window and into the church. Sibel dropped her burlap pouch onto the ground next to her feet and lunged at the window, grabbing at the raccoon's tail. The raccoon screeched loudly and bit into Sibel's hand.
The child did not flinch as the beast nipped at her. She pulled the created out of the window and watched as it spat the black blood that oozed out of her wound. The raccoon shivered violently and started foaming at the mouth. Sibel let a frown burrow deep into her forehead, "Ett, ett!" she muttered as she grabbed the newly rabid nuisance and cracked its neck in two with ease. She walked back to her burlap pouch and stuffed the raccoon into it rather quickly.
Sibel loobed over the two small gashes in her hand where the raccoon bit her. It wasn't much, but it let out a slow drip of blood. Sibel lapped up the blood from the wounds and sighed, looking down at the sack as she placed its strap on her shoulder once more, "Ett, ett," she repeated hatefully, speaking to the dead raccoon. Looking at her wrist watch, she decided that she had ten more minutes before she had to start heading for home. She beamed proudly as she thought how Ibhi would be glad to see the raccoon, rats, and cat. The beaming smile disappeared as she looked over the contents. Five animals. Not good enough to feed 8 hungry girls! She started to stalk around the churchyard again, hands spread as she took large strides, looking every which way for a sign of flesh to dive at.
Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies.
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Inside the church main, Aisa heard nothing and was disturbed by nothing. She touched air and made furnature there- one of the properties of this place being that it hid everything it had until told not to.
With the press of a palm in the correct place, she was able to bring sofas back into existence, which had vanished long ago, and, using the shields for which she has a great skill, remove the settled dust of the years.

In a short time the whole front room was furnished, carpets included, and she rocked back on her heels happily.

There would be food in the pantry that needed wakening, she knew, and beds upstairs to be dusted- it would be a huge job to get the place into good shape, but she was more than willing to do it, shining brown eyes' speech radiating only happiness and content. She would die here. It was writ already in her head. She'd never leave. Never.

The hardwood floors made little squeaking sounds as she moved about, the rubber soles of her shoes having picked up some residual moisture from the rain a few days before, but she didn't mind- the echoing only enforced that happy feeling. It was right, and big, and home.

She moved to the window and touched the curtains there into existence, dusted them and curled the waste into a floating ball near her head, then opened them wide.

And then she saw the girl.

Some muttered whispering from her, and the sense of good that Aisa had had gained an indent. Caution, it breathed.

She seemed to be hurt, the girl outside- and glaring at a wound of some kind on her hand.

She should help her, Aisa knew. Help, that's my purpose now. Help.

So why couldn't she get her legs to move? Moment passed, and the most she did was blow a strand of short brown hair from her face and direct the dust-ball out onto the porch and release it into the garden, never having budged from the window.

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The child, after hunting for the last eight minutes, ended up empty handed. She sat on a large rock, to rest from her weariness before taking the trek back home. She sighed, only having caught five animals in total for her and her sisters to eat. It seems that they will need to ask Aisling to dip into the kitchen pantry to pull out some meats she stored to cook for herself and Tipper. She knew Aisling wouldn't mind handing over the meat, but she likes the taste of unprocessed flesh better.
She feels the sensation of someone watching her, so she looks around slowly and lets her eyes fall on Aisa. She tilts her head, trying to picture the woman's expression to a description. Giving up after a couple of seconds, she stands up, patting all of the dust off her velvet green dress and gives Aisa a little wave, giving her a warm, broad smile that let her ivory white teeth shine in the light. She then looks at the building, checks the time, and without a word, she trots off, out of view from the window, and towards the street. Instead of going home, like she is supposed to, she enters the large church through the front doors. She then looks around in awe before she pulls off the burlap bag and tossing it into a corner of the room. She then walks slowly towards Aisa, admiring the new-looking interior compared to the decaying outside of the building. She stops before Aisa, and gives her a curtsy, lowering her head. She then stands up erect, hands folded before her, giving a broad, toothy smile again, she simply says, "Eye!" which is the closest she can get to "Hi!" that her language will allow.
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A smile from that.. child, and then it vanished, taking its wounded hand with it. Gone.

She was almost disappointed, in a way- the first person on thi-

her.

/her/ property, who had possibly needed her. And she'd not helped. But nothing within spoke against her having been still.

Her eyes focused glassily on the green of the lawn. So much to do in this place. It was a miracle that it was here, and she still felt so elated at having found it. Every breath was like a connection to it- she was learning more standing here inside of it than in the years that she'd spent looking for it.

Why was it here? She'd never ask. Why was she drawn here? Some mission from the God?

Her reverie was broken off by the sound of footsteps and the soft 'thud' of something solid within a fabric hitting the corner of the room just nearby.

"Eye!", and she turned, startled, to see the child in front of her.

Gods, strange she hadn't noticed her come in. She must have been thinking too hard.

'Eye' demanded a reply of some sort.. She guessed it was a greeting. How old was this child?..

And then, remembering her manners, she corrected herself, bowing her head and bending her legs in a polite semi-curtsey. "Hello.", she replied, keeping a pleasant smile on her face.

Just a child, a girl. You're too skittish.

"How are you today?"

She patted a space next to her, calling into existence a stool, and relaxing herself backwards upon it.

"There is furnature hidden all about, if you're wanting to sit.. Just pat a spot in the air and what's closest to what you need will appear where your hand's at."

"It's nice to meet you, by the way. Welcome to the Shelter. I'm Aisa."

She shifted tanned arms slightly, keeping them loosely at her sides, hands casually spread on her knees.

"Have you got a name? May I help you somehow?"

She refused to look in the direction of the bag; something internal told her that she would rather not know its contents.
Edited by Macuscio`, Apr 21 2008, 06:44 PM.
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