| [p] Tempest Among the Mundane [p]; Dylan and Jacob | |
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| Dylan | Jun 3 2008, 05:11 PM Post #1 |
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Sounds, echoes, and laughter played upon the walls of the mall, bouncing off and giggling with conversation. The sounds were like a whirl that made everything else so devoid of anything but the infectious disease that was enjoyment. Tap, tap, tap. The female’s footsteps were drowned out in the carnival of sounds that took residence there. Small inaudible footsteps that carried her long past the large department stores, past the food court, and nearing the smaller shops which seemed to always have the more stylish clothing. The femme was carrying an assortment of bags, all with different names and all of them filled with as many items as they could hold. Even with the weight the femme didn’t seem to be phased, obviously accustomed to similar shopping sprees. Instead of being weighed down by the obviously heavy bags, she skipped along, waving them frantically while singing the wrong words to a popular children’s song in the wrong key. She was clad in short jean shorts, yet much skin wasn’t left to show. Thigh high rainbow striped tights were upon her legs, black and white checkered knee high socks overlapping them and black leg warmers wrapping it all up, simple ballerinas completing it. A red long sleeve button up shirt was upon her with a black fitted tee layering over it. Assorted necklaces formed a rainbow with colors and seven different colored studs decorated every ear. Unique was an understatement. |
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| Jenno | Jun 3 2008, 05:47 PM Post #2 |
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It was a nightmare. As people walked around enthralled by the lights and sounds of the shops and were entertained by the bubbling conversation friends struck up as they randomly bumped into one another. However, for all the laughter and joy which was floating around him, Jacob couldn't escape the deep sense of fear etched in his heart. No matter how much he wanted to enjoy his surroundings, his body, his mind, his soul wouldn't allow it. It was almost like an instinctive and natural reaction. But it certainly wasn't normal. In all honesty, he was beginning to think the idea of exploring was not as good as it had first sounded. Perhaps he should have taken a little longer to get used to those at the institution or rather, actually get to know them. He had only bumped into a few and hadn't spoken to any, if someone was to notice him, they would have to have a great memory of him. Still, he had to try and control his emotions, he didn't want to accidentally lose control of his power, because that could end extremely badly, and he didn't want to return to seclusion after only just being set free. So it was up to him to try and relax, he eased his pace slightly, he had most likely stuck out a fair bit before, the rate at which his high-top converse squeaked seemed to dramatically decrease and the crisp clashing sound of his dark navy jeans no longer made him stick out so much any more. Even though his plain white shirt helped with his secretive camouflage of normality, the red highlights of hair which hung his eye line failed to help him in this task. And then Jake saw her approaching, skipping gleefully, if he had thought that he had received a few spectators to his abnormality, then this female who approached had the whole mall as her audience. He sighed in relief. But only for a moment, as then he noticed that she was heading directly toward him. He froze on the spot. And as he screamed instructions to himself in his head, he could tell this was probably not going to end well for him. |
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| Dylan | Jun 3 2008, 09:02 PM Post #3 |
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The femme was obviously not aware of Jacob walking her way, nor was she conscious of the amount of attention she seemed to draw to herself. To her, the limelight was her ever-present companion, one that she could honestly not imagine without, and therefore she had become almost blind to its presence. Whispers resounding around her and sometime someone would stare at her in a not subtle way. It wasn’t something Dylan wasn’t used to already, and something she would shrug up with a smile at the person passing by, every now and then being so daring as to blow one of the on-lookers a kiss. She cared less what they said about her unless it came to one subject: shoplifting. The moment someone was to raise the subject the femme would begin walking a bit faster and paying more attention to her surroundings. After all, what logical way was there for the girl to have as many bags as she had, at her age? Dylan would make a horrid super hero by using her powers for self gain. Thankfully for her, the dreaded subject wasn’t one that was being discussed at the moment so she could go on in blissful ignorance. Step step step. She gained speed to her skipping as she saw the store that she had been planning on going to. As she was about to change to a full sprint she noticed a guy freeze in front of her. She had to come to a screeching halt as she almost lost her balance by trying to not run him over with the momentum the bags had. She grinned sheepishly, stopping a couple of steps in front of him, the almost meek attitude being rather foreign in such a girl. Recognition flashed for a second. Hadn’t she seen that boy at school. It was probable and it was not, but regardless it was the opportunity of a lifetime to meet someone new. Dylan’s expression changed dramatically, morphing into a wide grin before she took two step back and ran towards him, putting her hands on his shoulders and using such as leverage to pick herself up and wrap her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck while she squealed. ”Hello you!” |
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| Jenno | Jun 3 2008, 09:33 PM Post #4 |
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Wha-what was this? Wasn’t she going to stop? Jacob couldn’t stop speculating at what was to come, because this girl, even from this range, seemed extremely unpredictable. His logical guess was not wasted either, for as she approached, he knew something was amiss with her. Most people would walk around him; however she just stopped and looked at him for a moment. That’s when he thought he saw a look of recognition sweep over her face. Was she from the institute? He didn’t know, even after only bumping into a few faces in his short time of freedom, he still couldn’t remember faces. Perhaps that too was a skill he’d come to learn in time. Still his body would not answer his calls, his orders of movement. It was as if he was a small rabbit looking into the headlights of an 18 wheeler that had appeared from no where. Was there any stopping this? Was there ever anyway to stop such movement, such momentum? He severely doubted it. And the thought filled him with even more fear. Even when she came to halt naught but a few steps away, Jake still couldn’t bring himself to move or speak. In fact, everything else, the world around him, it all seemed to disappear, fall back into grey before fading completely from sight. All his mind was focusing on was this girl was going to do next; everything else took a back seat. And then it came, literary, she came straight at him. Any normal person would have least reacted by moving somehow, but fear had gripped his heart so completely that it had managed to root him securely to the ground, for the time being. She leapt upon him as if he was some special acquaintance she knew like close family. However, Jake was pretty sure that neither of them had even exchanged names before, so what was this greeting for? It was safe to say that his cheeks were not crimson, no; his whole face had become enveloped by the now fast pumping blood. “Whe-, wha-, ho-, wi-, ah-,” he spluttered out to her dangerously close face. In a matter of minutes Jake had been sent into complete disarray by this one singular girl. It was then, at this opportune time that he seemed to notice his ability to move still had not returned. Consequently, he became more and more aware of the fact he seemed to be slowly falling backwards. And still he could not move. A few seconds later and Jake was on the floor, hand to his head as he managed to stammer out the words ‘ouch’ and ‘ow’. The fall was certainly not one his most enjoyed frequencies. |
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