Tabitha was a little relieved that he didn't seem to have noticed her little...panic attack, and she relaxed a bit, still squirming. She seemed to have given him a lot to think about, as he pondered something. She watched him, curiously. Bouncing slightly as he spoke, she nodded. She giggled at the fact he didn't think you could live free all the time. She decided not to mention that she tended to always try to. That it made her weird, but that she didn't care about that. She just smiled, listening to his voice, liking it.
She nodded, closing her sketch pad, and putting it aside as she set her pencils back to right, closing the container that held them. "Yes. This is what I do for a living. I have some art shows and stuff" She said, pleased and porud of herself, she shifted so she was on her knees, nestling back down so she could rock slightly. "You can do anything as an artist and people will think its amazing. Mostly I just do artwork...for the meaning behind it" She said softly, "Stuff like this...well its just to...clear my mind" She said honestly.
"I like giving meaning to things, and finding just the right way to make the piece come to life"
"I'm sorry...I guess I'm still...in work mode" Gordo said apologetically, with a sigh. Glitter? just what did this guy do for a li-oh. Gordo cleared his throat, and shifted slightly, adjusting his backpack. That was a perfectly acceptable job. Gordo just wished he didn't have to know that about a stranger. "I still apologise. I wasn't looking where I was going"
He sighed softly, and shifted again. "You seem in a hurry, I'm sorry for taking up your time...did you need anything?" He said, seeing tha tthe guy was still half dressed, and seemed a bit panicky. Gordo didn't have class for another hour or so, but liked to get there early, still, he could take a few moments to offfer some help to the guy he might have nearly knocked over.
Kieran leaned back so he was laying on his back, and as he closed his eye he wondered how hard someone would have to train and how they would learn to create something so unique in such a....visible way. Kieran was able to write out his creations with words, something almost anyone could do. Put the correct word in the correct spot in the correct sentence in the correct paragraph and you have a complete author, capable of writing a best seller. Kieran scoffed mentally, thinking how he was being stupid. He was awesome at what he did, nobody else can write the way he writes. Kieran put his hands behind his head and crossed his legs.
"Thats pretty neat", Kieran said ,"I could never draw a pretty picture like that, I cant even draw a stick figure. Granted I could turn a description of a stick figure into a full essay but whatev." Kieran chuckled. "So I am starting to pick up that you came here to...clear your mind. Stupid shit go down recently? If you want you can talk about it." Kieran paused for a moment, thinking about something then shrugging. "I mean I am just a stranger, but be warned if you tell me something awesome I might include it in the book I am writing."
Kieran relaxed his muscles, and calmed down. He wasnt amped or hyped up, it was just something he did when he wanted to pay attention to ever little detail that usually involves a story. He didnt do it often, mainly because a lot of stories he hears were not worth detailing and he preferred to only use this much mental energy when it came down to his writing.
Tabitha shifted again, so she was sitting cross legged, watching him, a small smile on her face as he laid back, appearing at ease. She mentally tried to capture the pose, to sketch later. She leaned forward slightly, trying to see more details without making it obvious that she was, and making sure he wasn't going to open his eyes on her. She leaned back, shifting again, pulling her knees up to her chest and lowering her head onto them, watching him still, her eyes bright.
"We all have our different strengths. If I tried to write something it would be really really short" Tabitha said encouragingly. She fell silent as he asked about stuff going down, and sighed, looking away, to her sketch pad, and then back to him. She gathered her thoughts together, and debated about telling him, but what did it really matter? He was a stranger and no one would know it was her, even if it did end up in a book. And she wanted to keep talking. She was enjoying herself.
She started off slowly, softly. "I...I got into a fight with my father, about something" She said, "He wants me to do something, cause he's worried about me, but....I don't want to do it...I don't want to....But...I have to" she said, her voice getting worked up, "He didn't even ask me if I wanted to get married!" and then she realised her mistake, and her hands went up to cover her mouth, and she glanced away, rocking slightly.
There was a lot of pent up emotion within her, twisting her about and Tabitha wa sbarely able to hold back a sob.
"Cut, cut, cut!" the director shouted, frustration evident in his voice.
Nico sighed. Filming wasn't going really well. One of the lighting got busted earlier and then this time, one of the cameras apparently malfunctioned. Nina wasn't in a particularly good mood as well and was acting up like a diva. And the director and the crew... well, they were having a hell of a difficult time.
"I'm sorry, Nico, Nina. Just...take a little break for a while, okay?" the director ran a hand through his thinned out hair and shook his head. He headed towards the camera that had malfunctioned, muttering expletives under his breath.
Nina, Nico's blonde co-star, rolled her eyes. "Can you believe this shit? I mean, how useless can the camera crew be?" she paused, waiting for Nico to respond. But when she didn't get anything out of the actor, she huffed and stormed away.
Nico sighed and turned towards his assistant. The middle aged woman smiled patiently at him. "Not a good day, is it?" she asked.
"Definitely not. I'm fine waiting. But Nina... well, her temper itself is trouble enough for everyone," he reached out and took the phone and the cup of coffee his assistant handed him. "Thanks, Molly. I'm just gonna slip out for a while. Send me a message if we're up and running again, okay?"
Molly nodded. "Alright."
A few minutes later, Nico walked out of the set, sunglasses on and hood pulled down low on his face. He held the paper coffee cup in one hand, the other crammed in the pocket of his gray hoodie. He headed straight to the only place he doubted anyone would pay attention to him. The library across the street.
Once there, he passed by the parking lot, noticing the purple haired librarian conversing with a man wearing a shirt and boxer shorts. It was a strange sight but Nico decided not to intervene. He had been hanging out in the library for several days now and the librarian never really reacted to his presence. It was either she didn't recognize him or didn't care that there was an actor around. Either way suited him fine. Privacy and silence were rare in his line of work. If he intervened now then there was that possibility that he would blow his cover and be unable to hang out in the library anymore. Privacy gone.
He made his way in, chose a corner table and sat down. He chuckled when he noticed a magazine on the table. It had his face plastered all over its cover. He removed his sunglasses and placed it on the table. "Talk about coincidence," he said as he reached out and flipped it open, taking a sip of his coffee as he did.
The morning came too soon for Caterina's liking as she buried herself deeper in between her satin sheets and soft blanket. Her thick, dark hair getting even messier as she rolled around slightly. The urge to get off bed was low that day-- actually all that particular week she had to push herself off bed with quite a lot of force. She had been feeling down, irritable, and annoyed. Unlike her usual 'chill' demeanor, Caterina was ready to bite anyone's head off at any given time of the day. With a groan, she swung her long, sculpted, thin legs off the bed and stood up, stretching up her arms before pulling her cotton T-shirt down to hide her very well toned stomach.
Caterina strolled to her bathroom as she ran a hand through her thick hair, ruffling it out of its messy waves. As she crossed her large room with multiple full length mirrors, she scanned herself carefully; She was easy on the eyes to say the least, a toned, stretched, sculpted body at 5'8", long, thick hair that adds an effect of a doll when straightened, a sculpted, sophisticated face. She was good looking, and she knew it, but her good looks although had made her who she was in the world; A well known model, a loved one as well. Her looks also made her be seen as the "pretty" one, who knew nothing else but her diet, her workout regimen, and how to pose for pictures.
It's been said too many times to her face, in magazines, on descriptions that Caterina had become used to ignoring it. The urge to prove everyone wrong had long died when even her family believed so. At the thought of her family, her blood boiled slightly as she stripped down. Her parents had zero trust in her mental abilities and skills to run both businesses of the family that they decided to marry her off.
Marry me off? Caterina Frenandaz Versini married to fucker A because she can't do math She thought sarcastically as she stepped under the warm shower. Her muscles slowly relaxed as she ran the water through her hair and closed her eyes. Despite the belief of Caterina's low IQ, she actually graduated her high school with an A- average and had managed to get into one of the top universities in the country that she did actually attend and graduate from with a business bachelors-degree; No one believed that though. Why would she give up her academics to be a-- model? A show case of good looks and nothing more.
The rest of her shower was spent with racing ideas of how to reject the arranged marriage, but the little self doubt in her took control of her thoughts. What if they were right? What if she really couldn't manage both businesses correctly to lead them to better statuses. With a heavy sigh, Caterina stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her hair as she slowly dried the rest of her body. She took the next couple of hours, drying her hair, curling it, applying her makeup that looked glowy and natural, and then she got on her basic black skinny jeans with one knee slit open, classic, pointed thin heels, a black chiffon blouse that showcased her lacy bralette, and she threw on a heavy burgundy coat the compliment the outfit and gave her thin yet curvy figure a little more oomph.
Her schedule that day consisted of three photoshoots, one for Elle magazine, one for a well-known designer, and the other was for a new fashion line of a new designer who was actually a friend, and she was doing it for him as a favor.
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"Haha, Louis please, it really was nothing." She said as she patted the slightly taller man on his forearm. Louis, a friend and an aspiring designer, was a young man stopping at 5'9" with messy black hair and striking blue eyes; He was with Caterina back in university, but he dropped out in the second year to pursue his dream. He hadn't managed to have his breakthrough yet, but Caterina had promised to help him. They both thought it would be an attention magnet if Caterina actually posed for the preview of his fashion line.
She excused herself a while after, changing into her original attire and walking out of the small studio. She shooed off Thalia, her personal assistant, as she made it clear she needed sometime alone. There was almost a three hour gap between her previous shoot and the next one, and she knew exactly where she would spend that.
Taking a walk would have definitely calmed her down even further than riding the car, but she didn't trust herself around the public or the paparazzi nowadays; She was ready to bite off anyone's head off.
Ten minutes later, her driver pulled up in front of a cozy coffee shop, Angie's, that overlooked a lovely park. She flashed her driver a slight smile as he opened the door for her before she walked into the coffee shop and ordered her usual vanilla latte. She settled in a cozy chair against the corner that had a wide view of the park. With a sigh, she relaxed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow over her cheeks as her forehead relaxed, her lips were in their pouty nature, and her shoulders dropping slightly.
"Get the fuck out of my house you scrawny little bastards!" slammed a voice down the street as a selection of pale figures scarpered out the windows and doors howling with hyena-like laughter. Smash. Looked like the baseball bat the man had been wielding had found something....
"Ah shit, Ed!" called Tarly with a laugh as he vaulted over a wall in nothing but his blue and white striped boxers and a post-it note on his forehead he had yet to realise was there. He held a bundle of last night's clothes under one arm as he sprinted down the street, staggering to a halt at the corner as he turned to see how many of his partners in crime had gotten out. A big, cheeky grin spread across his face as something else caught his attention.
"The hell you looking at? I'm fine!" Ed careered down the street and almost passed him, but he slowed to turn and see exactly what it was that Tarly was staring at when he realised that Tarly was concerned with something else. A gaggle of girls from the party had collected at the bedroom windows to laugh at their misfortune. Ed placed a finger to his ear and mouthed "call me" as Tarly bowed with an exaggerated flourish of his hands that would have gotten terrible marks if he'd taken theatre in his school days. The girls giggled to each other and then suddenly were banging on the window and pointing to the street. Ed's expression turned to dread.
"uh-oh, Tarly." Ed wrapped a hand around his shoulder and jerked him upright, just in time for Tarly to see the grizzled man with his baseball bat running down towards them screaming obscenities.
Tarly's feet pounded the pavement next to Ed's sneakers and across the tarmac as they legged it through street after street. A horn blared at them from a corner. "Room for one more!" shouted a familliar voice from the party and Ed's neck snapped up as he changed path and careered down the road.
"Best of luck, mate!" "Traitor bastard!" Tarly would of done the same, but Ed was always quicker on the uptake. "Text me later if you get out alive!" He gave him the finger.
"I'll comfort Cassie when you're gone!" his voice drifted to nothing as the tiles squealed and the car careered down the street, rocked by laughter mixed with loud music. Tarly looked up and down the road, but it was a straight line in both directions and every second he was loosing his headstart. The screaming in the distance reminded him of that.
"I'll get you you bloody filthmonkeys! Stay the hell away from my daughter!"
She's the one who threw the party... Tarly thought to himself cheerfully as he decided instead to dart into the trees before him. The woods would eventually break up into to the park, and from there maybe he could make his way to the highstreet to get a burger or something. God, it was freezing.
♪ Tequila! ♪ He glanced behind him and slowed his pace, pretty sure after a while the man had careered off down the road like he'd hoped. His phone flashed up with a name: Mark Finch.
"Oi." greeted Tarly as he brought the end of the phone up to his lips.
"Morning baby brother! Hey, are you out of breath?" cut the crisp, well-spoken voice of the perfect son through the phone.
"Oh yeah you know at the gym and stuff. Hows you?" he slipped the phone to his shoulder as he wrestled with some socks - the most natural initial clothing choice to go for in this situation.
"I'm good, I'm good. Listen, Tarly, I'm not sure if you've got my texts, but I'm wondering when you'd be free to meet this girl. You know, about the marriage thing we talked about the other day? Now I know this is a bit old fashoined, Tarly, but I really do think it'd be so good for you-"
"crrrkkk chrrrrkkk woooooosshh crkkkkr - ah! mate? you there? -- chhhhrrr" he picked up the phone like it was an aeroplane and moved it about. "ah mate? hello?"
"You're not serious Tarly." yep, totally unimpressed.
"Aw man! You're breaking up!" Tarly said over him, "Hell-" he clicked the phone off and shoved it in his pocket, which happened to be somewhere in the pile of clothes he was carrying like a football under his arm.
He emerged with a shiver like a sasquatch from the treeline and into the sun. Tarly squinted as the beams caught his eyes and obscured the sign on the nearest building. "Leebry?" this was not the park. Maybe it was the phone call, or the fact he was busy putting on his socks while walking, but somehow he'd gotten a little lost.
A girl with bright purple hair had just escaped her car. Tarly waddled over her as he pulled a shirt over his head. Gotta be presentable, and all that. He stood before her in his boxers and vibrant magenta-navy shirt. "Scuse me, love!" cor, she was fit.
"Look, I don't usually ask this to strangers, but is there a dick on my face?" he asked, throwing his arms out - one hand still holding his jeans - palms up in an attempt to be non-threatening. The post-it note on his forehead whistled slightly in the light breeze.
Caity blinked. It was 8 am - she so was not awake enough for a half naked man to be calling her love. She thought she had seen him around town before - if the tendency to wear clothing bright enough to burn one's retinas was any indication, since she had never seen him up close.
Part of her was tempted to say it wasn't just his face that looked like a dick. She did already have her library name-tag on, though. "It's 40 degrees out. You should put pants on." She said instead. She pointed to her own forehead, referencing the post-it note on the teen's head. "And...you might want to wash your face."
Gripping her coffee tightly - so, so not awake enough for this - she made her way into the library.
He was here today. Caity couldn't help but shake her head. He looked kind of like that actor, the one that mostly stared in the type of movies she loved as a teen. He was new to the area, only showing up for the last week or so. He hadn't bothered to get a library card, however, even if he had shown up every day.
She tucked her coffee and jacket behind the circulation desk. Was that a cup of coffee she saw sitting next to him on the table? As much as Caity loved her coffee, and understood that at this ungodly hour he probably needed it, it was against library rules to have food or drink on the floor. She made her way over to him.
"Excuse me." She kept her tone low. "I know its early, but you can't have your coffee in here."
Kieran opened one eye when Tabitha spoke of her arrangement, very suprised by these turn of events. He was actually in a similiar situation except his arrangment.........was suppose to end slightly different. He had never met his supposed significant other and wondered if, by some weird and highly unlikely chance, this was the women he was suppose to be engaged with. Kieran sighed, and slowly sat up. He opened his eyes and looked at Tabitha. She looked as if she was barely able to hold herself back from letting her emotions run rampant. Kieran cringed mentally, hoping that she wouldnt. He liked being happy, and appreciated when people showed their negative emotions.......on the inside. Or rather, at home, or in a private place. But Kieran thought how she did seem to be quite upset and how nice she was to him, and maybe he should say something comforting to her. Kieran scooched over so he was next to Tabi, putting an arm on her shoulder gently while he gazed into her eyes.
"Well.....I would love to say something like "Oh who cares what your father wants" or "Well family comes first" or "Do what you want" but honestly there isnt a great answer. It just depends on the type of person you boil down to be. Or want to be. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind." Kieran always ended up quoting shakespeare when he tried to give advice, a slight little tell when he was trying to be serious. "I actually am in a similiar situtaion you know. My father is forcing me, through some unconcentional methods, to marry someone I have never met or even talked to. But I will go through with this marriage because one it will help my father out incredibly, and if I dont he will do something even more drastic, two because having to go through the whole dating process is kinda.....dramatic. And three because well...I do not want to be married, not at all I love my freedom, but I am seeing this as an opportunity."
Kieran ran his hand though his hair and sighed. "I dont know I just feel like maybe this is a good thing. Someone to share my personal ideas with, someone to be there when I am down, someone to share my joys and hopes with. That being said," Kieran said dramatically looked annoyed for Tabi's,"Ugh marriage. The name even just.....turns me off you know? Why even call it marriage right? I would have called it......like...detention."
Tachi felt the grin develop as gordo figured out his job. There was always that look. Though it usually varied. The ones that irritated him were the looks of pity. He liked his job dammit. Even if it was his way of coping. A chuckle escaped him and he shrugged.
"I'm actually heading to my parents...but I clearly can't go like this. So unless you've got a vehicle to get me to my place faster in good" He hadn't taken his motorcycle today because of how close the job was. Heck, he usually walked most everywhere, but now when he needed to be faster he found himself in a pickle. Part of him wondered why this guy was so worried about him. Was he Canadian or somethin.
Tabitha squirmed as she realised that she was, potentially, on the verge of a break down, the work she had done drawing perhaps not evaporting her emotional turmoil, just pushing it down, covering it with the calming effects art had over her. And she was potentially going to explode over a perfectly nice stranger. She looked down, clasping her hands together trying to keep herself together. She hadn't meant to say what she had, and now...Kieran was probably going to just run away from her. Most people did once they found out how weird she could be. She rocked slightly, and then stiffened when he moved close to her, putting his arm over her, shifting to stare at him.
Was...was he quoting shakespear? bemused, Tabitha let herself listen to his voice, just focusing on that so that she could...calm herself. It didn't seem wise to blow up aat the park anyway. What type of person did she want to be? Tabitha frowned at that. What type of person did she want to be? Kind...caring...happy...free. She pondered that for a moment, trying to take that thought in, to turn it around herself. Tabitha wanted...to be understand. That was what she wanted. Her father tried, but...he couldn't see just how...she truly was. She knew he worried about her, knew he just wanted to make sure she would be okay, when he wasn't able to do so himself. Tabitha knew she could be...like the energiser bunny super powered. she giggled at that thought, before trying to turn her mind back to what Kieran was saying.
"But...what if....I'm more then one type of person?" She asked softly, uncertainly. She sighed softly, trying to figure it all out, but...it was like trying to grasp water with a net. It always slipped away. She fell silent as Kieran admitted he was in a similar situation, and she blinked, wondering how so many people...were in the same boat. Who even knew arranged Marriages still existed? She hadn't. She had thought that they went out of style years and years ago. Maybe the saying was right. Everything comes back in style eventually. Eew. She hoped things like slavery and oppression would never come back in style. As her thoughts went to wonder about that topic, she turned her attention back to Kieran.
She thought on his last words, rolling them around in her head, she said softly, almost fearfully "But...you said someone to share things with, but what if...what if that someone doesn't want to share those ideas? Doesn't want to understand, or even try? What if they loath you, because of who you are? What if...they hurt you?" She knew her father would never choose someone that would do that, but what if he didn't have a choice? what if...what if it destroyed her? She didn't want that. "Marriage isn't meant to be a....prison. It isn't meant to be...something that you dread. Its meant to be...showing how much you care about someone. How...you want to spend the rest of your life with them, and want to try...its meant to be a partnership. Thats what its meant to be. That...there will be hardships, but that there will also be amazing things...I just...I want someone who can understand that I'm not like everyone else, that I am weird...and...I don't know" She trailed off with a sigh, glacing away.
Feeling like he had put himself in a position to be laughed at, Gordo shifted again, watching the Tachi, warily. He was quite ready to be ridiculed. It wouldn't be the first time. Gordo sighed softly, but Tachi didn't do any such thing, and Gordo relaxed. "Oh. Well. My cars back at my place, which isn't far. There's just never any parking at the college, so its easier to walk, but I have time.." He said, wondering why he was offering this guy a ride, "Uh, you could even get changed, if you wished"
Gordo was just a nice person, and he did have the time. So why not offer someone help? Maybe it was the fact that Tachi was going to his parents. Gordo had a soft spot for that, as he'd give anything to be able to meet his parents even once more. [color=seagreen]"Really, its not a trouble. Its just down the road"[color] He said with assurance, hands in his pockets to retrieve his keys. A part of him thought that he was crazy, that this half dressed, wet man could be a serial killer, on the other, Gordo was a trusting person, and believed in the good of others. He doubted the man would draw such attention to himself anyway, if he was a killer. @BlackPanther
Kieran could somewhat relate to how Tabi felt, as he listened to what she was saying. He wanted to say something that could turn her attitude around, something that could make her smile. He had given his honest opinion and advice, and it seemed to only fill her with more worry and even more questions. He needed to change his tactics or beat it, which he was considering. Kieran did like Tabi somewhat, she was neat and different and she drew a kickass drawing of him which he actually still kinda wanted, and Tabi seemed nice enough but Kieran normally did not like to get this....deep with people. He was kinda a loner nowadays, ever since he came home from the military, and dealing with...people...in general had become somewhat of a hassle. People had all these problems, and they whined and bitched constantly, without ever realizing how lucky they were to be who they are, to live where they live. Hell, even if you lived on the streets homeless it was still a better life than if you lived in some of the places he had seen and been. Here women were treated with a level of repect above house cat, and there are women bosses and equal opportunities. Kieran knew he shouldnt think like that but at times he couldnt help it, having that sort of mindset sometimes was just part of who he is. Right now he needed to power through it.
Kieran smiled at Tabi. He was going to have to resort to.....unconvential methods in order to bring Tabithas mood up. Kieran analyzed the situation. Tabi, an artist who seemed energetic and bouncy (wink), was upset and did not respond well to average reasoning. He had not expected her to suddenly be all cheerful but she was in no better shape, seemingly worse. So he just needed to......not be as...well quite honestly adult like. Tabi seemed like an adult but according to her worries, talents, and situation maybe acting......happier lets call it would be a better approach than trying to hold out a cup of serious juice. He needed apple juice.
Kieran reached over and pulled Tabi's chin to the side so she was not looking at him, but he did this gently. Kieran kept his hand where it was for a few moments.....then poked Tabi's nose softly. "Sounds like you are having a big glass of unhappy juice right now. Turn.That.Frown.Up.Side.Down." With every word Kieran poked Tabi's stomach, figuring it would make her smile or giggle. "You know, I think you will find someone like that. Just call it handsome guy intuition. I think," Kieran said teasingly holding up one finger and looking up,"That someday you will be able to find someone who understands you totally, and will be able to laugh with you, share good times with you, and love to watch you draw and take joy in the pleasurable things you like."
Kieran realized he was getting slightly serious, so he stuck out his tongue. "If you dont, boo on people. Then everyone in the whole wide world can suck a lollipop because they dont recognize your awesomness."
There were many things that Tabitha was...she still felt like she was going to explode. She knew that Kieran was trying to help, and that made her feel better, but...it didn't really help. She sighed again, wishing she could explain just how she felt, but it was all a jumble and that wasn't going to work. Because while she was good at expressing feelings on paper, she wasn't so good with the words. She was about to say that she should just go, that she didn't want to upset him, when he touched her again, pushing her to where he apparently wanted her. She blinked as he poked her nose, reaching up to rub it, going a little cross eyed as she tried to see where he had poked her. She shook her head slightly, a little taken aback. Why was he treating her like a kid?
When he poked her stomach, she went to swat his hand away, but he continued to do so, and she squirmed, wriggling and finally she giggled, unable to stop herself, "nooooo stoppppppp" She said, a little breathlessly. His words confused her slightly. She wanted the person she was married to be the person who was like that. Tabitha...she didn't want to be a cheater. She didn't want to find someone who was perfect for her after she was married. She glanced to him, hesitating. "But...I don't want them to be two different people" She said, "I might be weird, but...I'm a one person kinda girl" She said truthfully, but nodded.
"Ijust...I just wanted the time to find someone for myself" She said, a little wearily, "What if I meet the perfect person, and its too late because I'm married?" She said, then sighed, and she reached for her sketch pad, flipping it back open, to his drawing. "Would...you like this?" She asked softly, looking up at him.
Cirrus looked at the people in the park. It was a mix of the elderly, taking in the sun and sharing fond memories with each other, and the young who were mostly chatting amongst themselves. While most didn't really appeal to the gray one, there were definitely some interesting people there. Erissa, on the other hand, was looking around excitedly. She pointed to several of them as if she was merely shopping for clothes. "That pink haired one... that boy who seems interested in her... oooh, definitely that angry looking redhead..." Golden dust promptly flew towards where he looked, Erissa having blown them towards the three people she chose. The dark fairy followed the direction the dust flew towards.
A pink haired girl, her hand making elegant strokes on paper, sat a few feet away from them. Her artwork grew with every stroke she made. Faeries always found artists quite intriguing, therefore, Erissa pointing to the girl wasn't at all surprising. With an imginative mind, she would, no doubt, make a fine guest. Next to her stood a dark haired boy that had smiled kindly towards the fairies' general direction and then to several girls earlier. What made him interesting was that while he maintained a fairly sociable facade, there was something that brewed just beneath his surface. Interesting, he thought idly, his gray eyes drinking in the scene unfolding before them. The boy he had been studying leaned forward and pecked the artist's cheek.
Erissa giggled in excitement. "Can you just imagine it all, Cirrus?" she clapped her hands delightedly, much like how a child who had received a new toy would. "Attraction is important in this little game of ours. And I see plenty there. Now, who else...?" While the female fairy turned her attention to the other people in the park, Cirrus took the time to study her third choice--a red head that gave off an angry aura. Her cheek showcased a scar that probably spoke of a violent past. Violence adds a bit of spice to everything nice, he thought, automatically agreeing to adding her to their growing list.
Erissa turned her head and her emerald eyes landed on a strikingly pale woman. She was well dressed with her eyes concealed from the world... why she would choose to block her vision with dark lenses was beyond the fairy's understanding. She listened to the pale woman's heels as it clicked on the concrete floor. "Hmmm..." Erissa flew over to her and hovered a few inches above the woman's shoulder. She leaned forward and took a whiff of her scent. "Hmm... hmm... looks and smells interesting enough," the tiny fairy commented as she sprinkled gold dust onto the woman's white hair. After which, she flew back to the tree branch Cirrus was sitting on. "Have you not chosen anyone yet, Cirrus?" she demanded, her hands on her hips.
"Of course I have." He nodded towards two men who had apparently collided with each other.
"Well, that's an interesting choice of clothes. Is this how he attracts human? Oh my, is he...wet?" Erissa's eyes twinkled mischievously. They lingered on Tachi for a few minutes before they automatically shifted towards the other. Her eyes lit up a bit more and she clapped her hands together again. "And someone with a secret and a particular longing. Yes, yes, I agree to these two," Black glitter dust automatically flew towards the men, sprinkling on their heads.
"Who else? Who else?" she asked excitedly. Her eyes fell on a woman across the street, sitting inside a cafe by the window, drinking an aromatic drink humans were so fond of drinking. She nudged the other fairy. "That one?" she asked.
At Erissa's question, both fairies disappeared and appeared hovering near their unsuspecting target. "Rich, pretty, stubborn, arrogant... this one has spunk and the brains to back it up. She will be a good addition," he said in his deep, haunting voice. With one hand, he sprinkled dark dust on Caterina's head. Erissa watched silently, an excited smile ever present on her lips.
As soon as they finished marking their guest, both fairies reappeared on their tree.
"I'm afraid, however, that we have ran out of interesting individuals. It would be terribly boring to bring only a handful into Cladarat. Would you like to invite the people you have---" he was cut short by a sudden outburst from the pink haired artist. His head automatically turned towards the commotion and he stared.
Erissa's giggle contrasted greatly with Cirrus' blunt affect. "Simply riveting. I look forward to getting to know them a tad bit more... Now, I agree that we need a few more guests to fill our list... And I have just the right people in mind." She gestured towards the people they had chosen so far. "Make sure they are all well taken care of during their journey..." She placed her hand on her hips and wagged a finger at the dark fairy. "No shadows and eerie voices this time around please? I don't want to end up trying to placate angry notions and calm agitated hearts."
Cirrus merely stared blankly at Erissa.
"I'm serious!" the light fairy stomped her tiny feet to emphasize her point. When Cirrus refused to acknowledge her, she merely shrugged and twirled around, disappearing in a puff of golden glitters. "I'll be back in a blink of an eye," her cheery voice echoed.
Erissa's first stop was a library. She appeared in a shower of glitters accompanied by a pleasant smell of wild berries. She looked around, expecting to see books. But what met her eyes was a concrete parking lot. "Hmm? Why am I outside?" she blinked in confusion. But as soon as her eyes landed on her intended target, the smile returned to her lips. A purple haired girl that had a slightly heavier frame than the people already on their guest list was standing in the parking lot. The fairy couldn't quite remember where she first saw the human but she remembered what it was about her that made her a favorite. She smelled like books - musky, nutty and with a hint of vanilla. The vibrant color of her hair also made her easy to remember. She darted towards her, eager to shower her with fairy dust. But her target was talking with a strangely dressed male. The fairy looked him over. Unwanted, ignored and probably misunderstood. Her small wings carried her over to the two, small hands dusting Caity's hair with golden dust. "You will love it in Cladarat!" she whispered excitedly before turning to the male...Tarly. Erissa's hand paused just above his head. She hesitated for a few seconds before she sprinkled the glitter sand in his head too. And then, content with her handiwork, she turned away and was just about to head on over to her next destination when a hooded figure in a corner table caught her attention.
Erissa flitted towards the hooded form, curious as to why the person was taking a lot of effort to keep his face hidden. She watched him remove his dark lenses, the same kind the pale woman had on. Blue green eyes. How marvelous, The fairy peered at the face hidden beneath the shadow of the hood and a knowing smile touched her lips. Underneath the hood was a very attractive male face. It was the same face that was displayed on the cover of the magazine he was reading, the name Nico Jensen was printed in large bold letters underneath it. "Hello there handsome. You're pretty low key for someone so famous. I think you'll make a fine guest on our list," the fairy giggled, dusting Nico the same way she did Caity.
Erissa looked around in the hopes of finding someone else worth inviting. She flitted here and there, peering at faces. "No... no... no..." she said in a singsong voice. "No... Oh! Hold the door for me please~" she exclaimed as if the humans could hear her. She giggled to herself as she zoomed past a human and out of the door. The sunlight was nice and it warmed her wings. She stretched them and decided to look around town a bit before she visited another human she was interested in. She counted how many guests they have so far, strangely knowing their names. "Tabitha, Kieran, Alexis, Cori, Tachi, Gordon, Caterina... and here... Caity, Tarly and Nico. Ten... that still doesn't sound so fun yet. Hmmm...maybe two more? Where should I--- Eek!" she exclaimed when she found herself face to nose with a human male. If she hadn't been able to stop herself before she collided, she most probably would have given the man a fit of sneezing. She did it accidentally before and she was glad she was able to stop herself, this time around. She slowly backed away, heart thumping and wings trembling.
The silver haired young man stood by the sidewalk in a dress suit, his cellphone pressed against his ear.
"Mother.......I cant get married. Marriage is........just wrong."
Erissa perked up and she raised an eyebrow. "Well, you seem to be a fit candidate to step into our little game..." Regaining her composure, the small fairy flitted around Maine, sizing him up. An elitist by the way he carried himself. She sniffed the air around him. A faint scent of a female's perfume was on him. A wide grin made its way on the light fairy's lips. "Well, a playboy, are we? You'd be a nice addition to our collection," She blew golden dust on him. "I'll see you soon, pretty boy~" she called out as she, once again disappeared in a glittery cloud.
Her next destination proved to be disappointing. A small three story building amidst several taller structures used to house a small family that had adorable twins, a girl and a boy. But when she got there, she found the house empty, the small family having sold their home to the next door building, a law firm. To make matters worst, the weather was cold. Something that would delight Cirrus but definitely annoy the light fairy. Erissa sighed as she rubbed her hands together. "Eleven... that won't do. I guess I'll have to look for someone else..." she muttered but immediately perked up when she noticed a tan, beautiful black haired girl. She darted towards her, all thoughts about the cold weather gone from her mind. She landed on the woman's shoulder and sighed contentedly when the heater melted the coldness from her wings. As soon as she had defrosted herself enough, she took to the air again and began examining the room that they were in. Sadly, it was devoid of vibrant colors Erissa was so fond of. The fairy found herself getting restless. "Must be terribly sad to be staying in such a drab place all the time. Would you like to come with me to see Cladarat?" she conversed with Mika as though the woman could hear her, much less answer her. "But of course you do. No one turns down a chance to see the fairy world," she answered her own question, giggled and then dusted Mika's hair with her golden glitters.
"Our guest list is complete!" Erissa announced proudly as she reappeared next to Cirrus on the tree branch at the park. The dark fairy was sitting on the branch, looking as if being there bored him out of his mind. At the light fairy's words, he nodded. "Then let us return to Cladarat," he said as he stood up and disappeared in a shower of dark glitters.
@dabombjk@blackpanther@caits@light the dark@kaalee@kidd@neno 1445@ashevelendar@mae Fairy dust are not visible to any of you. Fairy voices are similarly inaudible as well. As soon as Erissa rejoins Cirrus, all dusted individuals will be teleported to Cladarat, the fairy world. The people around your characters would vaguely notice your character suddenly disappearing. Feel free to describe your character's transition to the other world.
All characters will find themselves inside a fairy circle when they get their bearings back...
Sunlight streamed through the tree branches, bathing everything in a warm glow. Small winged figures flitted here and there, sunlight bouncing off their gossamer wings, making them glow a myriad of colors. Soft giggles and small singsong voices filled the air with excitement.
"Have they arrived? Have they really arrived?" several small voices asked all at the same time. One by one, the glowing fairies flocked towards the still disoriented humans. Curious green, golden, violet, blue and red eyes peered at each guest.
A fairy with long wavy brown hair, blue eyes and blue butterfly wings fluttered towards the group, a golden trumpet in her hands. She was larger than all of the fairies there but was still a lot smaller than the average human. At her arrival, the smaller fairies fell silent. She studied each human before addressing the whole group, a big dimpled smile on her face. "Please excuse me and my sisters. We are all very excited for your arrival. Welcome to Cladarat," she gestured around with a flourish. "My name is Nereia and these fairies and I will be attending to all your needs during your stay with us," Excited giggles again filled the air at the butterfly winged fairy's words. "It is not very often that Queen Erissa and King Cirrus allows humans to enter our realm so as you can see, everyone is quite excited about having all of you here. Now, if you follow me, my dear guests, I shall lead you to your lodgings."
"Tonight there will be a ball where all of you will be addressed by the King and Queen. I am sure all of you are wondering why you were brought here. All will be made clear tonight. For now, please, feel free to relax and perhaps explore," Nereia continued in her sing song voice as she led the humans deeper into the forest and into an area where several trees that appeared to be houses stood. "I suppose it doesn't look much to everyone but you will be surprised to find out what's inside. We have prepared one for each of you," she stopped at one of the 'houses' and gestured towards it, inviting whoever wanted to go first to step in.
Cladarat is composed of intertwining forests that constantly changes. Feel free to explore and let your imagination run wild. There can be fountains, parks, gardens, lakes, etc. but the forest is alive and can change configuration with a blink of an eye. The fountain to your right may shift to your left when you aren't looking. If you get lost, all you need to do is call out to the fairies and they will come get you.
Houses: all of you will be assigned one each. Once you open the door, each house will conform to what you want it to be: modern, rustic, cozy... again let your imagination run free. L
Same thing with your wardrobes. You may find whatever article of clothing you want in the closets in your respective houses.
Strangely enough, gadgets like cellphones still work in Cladarat but it is limited to working within your group. So, say you wanna call someone, you can only call those that are in Cladarat with you.
...sure to be another blockbuster hit. Nico chuckled as he finished reading the hype on the movie he was shooting. He was just about to take another sip of his coffee when the librarian came over.
"I know its early, but you can't have your coffee in here."
The actor blinked and looked up. He looked at the coffee in his hand and then turned back to the purple haired woman. He gave her an embarrassed smile. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I seem to have forgotten about that rule." He looked at the coffee cup again and considered drinking it all in one big gulp. But then again, the coffee was still steaming hot.
Caity chewed on her lip. Coffee was her lifeblood - if this young man was anything like her, then she felt bad for making him get rid of it. He had seemed polite enough about it. And it was early.
She cleared her throat. "There's a bathroom you can dump it out in." Caity looked around. There was almost no one else in the library this early. "Or... if you drink it really fast as you sign up for a library card, I might look the other way." If it spilled there, it wouldn't do any damage to books, and she had paper towels handy for a quick clean up.
Nico looked at his cup again. He didn't really wanna dump a perfectly good cup of brewed coffee. And signing up for a library card was a good enough trade off for it...even though he wouldn't be around too long to actually put it to good use. "Where do I sign up?" he asked.
"Over here." Caity motioned to the circulation desk. It was the only desk, really. The library was quite small - it was how she could see the young man drinking coffee even tucked into his corner.
Once at the desk, she took out the application. It was the size of a postcard, with spaces for the patrons name, address, email, and phone number. There was also check-boxes to fill out, to show the genera of books one liked to read, along with an optional space for signing up for the library's emails and 'Suggested Books for You' newsletter.
"I'll also need your license, state ID, or Passport." Caity gave the man a small smile. "We need to know you are you you say you are. Gotta make sure we get our books back."
Nico followed her over to the desk, taking several sips of his coffee. "Uh, yeah, sure..." He placed the coffee cup on the desk, a safe distance away from where he would be writing to make sure it didn't spill. He hesitated for a minute before he took out his wallet from his back pocket. He took out his driver's license and handed it over. "Here," he said before grabbing a pen and began filling the application card out. Nicolas Bradley Jensen he wrote in his neat handwriting.
Caity looked at the license, the name not registering for a moment. It was only as she typed it in that something about the name stuck. A magazine headline, from some popular teen magazine they just got in.
Nicolas Jensen: Today's HOTTEST Star He's going SUPERNOVA!
Caity let out a cough of surprise, glad she hadn't taken a sip of coffee. She would have spit it all over the keyboard. The young man didn't just look like the teen-heartthrob, he was him. There was some romantic drama being filmed in the area - some award bait film - but she hadn't thought Nicolas Jensen, of all people, would be the male romantic lead.
"Uhm, yes, so make sure you put down an email if you want to keep updated on all the library functions and fundraisers. When you're finished, I'll need your autograph - signature! I'll need your signature." She grimaced. Way to make things capital-a Awkward, Caity.
Nico nodded as he continued to fill in the rest of the application card. Library fundraisers... how did that work? Book signing? Maybe a book reading event? He had never been in one before and he thought it'd be nice to join once in a while. A change of pace. He penned his personal email address on the card and then signed at the bottom. He looked up and handed the card back. "Here...I---" he stopped short, his brow furrowing. The walls were... Are the walls melting? He whipped his head around. The tables, the bookshelves, the people reading on their own tables... everything seemed to be melting, the colors mixing together. "What the hell..." he muttered, closing his eyes and rubbing it. I really should get a lot more sleep... his mind concluded.
It was as if grasping the filled-out form sent everything in a tizzy for Caity. Her heart began to race uncontrollably, and the world felt like it was falling out from underneath her. A...a panic attack? But she hadn't had one of those in years - not even when that hellhole closed and left her without a stable income. It was only when she began to feel dizzy - as if she was on the spinning teacups at the fair - and the world around her was spinning much in the same way that she realized something else entirely was going on.
When the movie star opened his eyes again, he was taken aback. He was no longer in the library but in a forest. Gone were the bookshelves and tables, replaced by rows and rows of trees, vibrantly green and swaying gently to the soft breeze. He looked down and noted that he was standing smack in the middle of what appeared to be a circular patch of dirt surrounded by white toadstool mushrooms. He looked up and noted that the librarian was still there, standing a foot away from him.
The world finally stopped spinning for the librarian. Caity slowly opened her eyes. She must have closed them at some point while being spun about. Once her eyes were open, she noticed three things - first, they were no longer in the library; second, that she was with Nicolas Jensen and still held the application for his library card; and third, the contents of her stomach were about to come up at any moment.
Though things were bad enough as they were, Caity was glad for one small favor: that she managed to turn away from the movie star as her breakfast of coffee and toast came up.
Nico's mind was already trying to come up with all possible explanation on why they were where they were when the purple haired librarian turned away, bent forward and heaved out what she had for breakfast. The smell wafted towards the actor and probably for the nth time in his life, he was thankful that he wasn't a sympathetic vomiter. He reached out and laid his hand gently on the librarian's back. "You okay?" He would have offered her a tissue or something but alas, all he had with him was his cellphone.
"Fuck." She muttered. Of course she had to puke in front of a guy. A guy she didn't know. Who was a movie star. Having little else to wipe her mouth on, she used the back of the card Nicolas had filled out. He'd have to fill out a new one. Of course, that would mean returning to the library. Which... this was not.
"Not really." She answered his question as she stood up, dropping the form on top of her vomit in an attempt to hide it. "I think I'm all done being sick, though. But..." Caity looked around, then glanced at the movie star. "Uhm. I don't suppose you have any idea what happened?"
Nico followed suit and looked around, pulling the hood off his head and running his hand through his hair. "Your guess is as good as mine," When his ears picked up the small fairy voices and his eyes fell on the glowing, flying little forms, he blinked. "There's a really good chance that we might have hit our heads somewhere and are now hallucinating. Are those... fairies?"
There were many things that Tabitha was sure was and wasn't real. She believed in ghosts. Magic-there was magic everywhere you looked, it was amazing. but actual magic? She wasn't so sure. As she was...teleported somewhere, Tabitah clutched her sketchpad with her, stumbling as the weird sensation of being in one spot and then the next changed. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling a little sick. She hugged her pad to her, and was sure she had tumbled off barely sane to completely crazy. She was sure that if she really put her mind to it, she coudl craft something like what she had seen herself, but it would take work. It wouldn't just form in her mind like this. So she had to be crazy, didn't she? She risked opening her eyes again, it was like some sort of fairy tail world, and she took everything in. If she was crazy, she might as well take it all in, and draw it later. It was so pretty, so...magical. Her gaze landed on Kieran, next to her.
For a moment she felt relief, and then panic rose again. What if...she had just gone compeltely crazy with the stress the last few days? Had she just made Kieran up? Was he a figment of her imagination? Stepping closer to him, she shifted the sketchpad under her arm, and reached out to him, touching him. THat had to mean that he was real, didn't it? Or....would she even be able to know if she did actually touch him? She looked up at him, wide eyed and lost, whispering softly "Are...are you real? Or...did I make you up?" there was a world of emotion in her voice as she tried to make sense of what had happened to her, of everything that was going on, of whether or not she was sane or insane. She stared at him, feeling sick, and wound tighter then a spring. "Pleaase....tell me the truth..." Her eyes were swimming with unshed tears, making them sparkle slightly, as her majenta hair fell over them slightly.
Oh, Her father. Her father. He'd be worried, scared when she didn't come home. WHat if he thought she had run away, what if he thought that she hated him? What if...what if he thought she was dead somewhere? Oh, she had to let her father know, she had to....but how could she? if she was crazy and this was all a figment of her imagination, what was she meant to do? She rocked slightly, feeling so lost and confused. She stared at Kieran, waiting for his answer. it was almost like everything relied on his one answer to her. And then the...winged being appeared. And that was just enough to push Tabitha right over the edge. Yes. She was loony, there was no deny that, why else would she be seeing a fairy?
She shuddered, rocking back on her heels, hugging her sketch pad to her once more. She watched the fairy, biting her lip. Then one of them began to speak to them, and Tabitha whimpered slightly. She wasn't this smart, to create all this in her mind, was she? She had the creativity sure...But she wouldn't have been able to come up with cladarat, would she? Shaking slightly, she glanced about, seeing that there were others besides herself, and Kieran. Even if they were potentially figments of her imagination, at least she wouldn't be alone in her craziness. She looked towards Kieran again, thinking that she had pretty good taste if she had created him in her mind.
Then with sudden thought, she looked down at her sketch pad, flicking it open. The park scene was there, and she let out a slow sigh. Maybe...maybe she hadn't imagined him, then. Maybe she wasn't crazy. Or at least not as crazy as she thought she was. She looked up at Kieran. "You are real..." and she smiled brightly.
Tachi blinked then smiled. "Thanks man. I appreciate it" he turned and then stopped. Everything was changing. His eyes went wide as the world sound and suddenly...he was somewhere else. ("What the hell") Switching to his more familiar tongue as he found himself surprised. His attention was quickly captured by the whispering. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when they spoke and he turned to see gordo. "This isn't just me right?" He was nearly pleading that he was not losing his damn mind.
He backed up when the fae started speaking. ("Fair folk") a head shake a shaky hand through his hair before he turned and saw...two more people. He walked to them and inhaled. "You guys....you guys are seeing the same stuff right? Fair folk, forest all that crazy?" He was still wet, still shirtless and now to add to it quite panicked. The fair folk he read about we not exactly the best to deal with. And if somehow the tales he heard when he was younger were real then he was about to loose his damn mind.
He noticed more people appearing and swallowed a lump forming in his throat. This is not how today was supposed to go. not in the slightest.
Kieran took everything that had happened rather well, all things considered. Kieran was of course just as suprised as everyone to learn that magic, fairies, all that kind of stuff was real rather than imaginative but Kieran handled it just like he handled most everything. Calmly and descisevly. The thing that threw Kieran off though was how he was teleported away. It was suddenly. slightly slow, and the entire time it was happening Kieran was in battle mode. Kieran kept his head on a swivel, meaning he tried to make sure he was on the look out for enemies, and raised his hands closer to his chest ready for a fight if it happened. Kierans lower back started to feel hot, his old injury starting to become more noticeable in Kierans mind. The last thing, and incidently the first thing when they finished teleporting, Kieran saw was Tabitha who looked frightened. Kieran noticed, through the glow and happenings around him that was moving him, that something similiar was happening to Tabitha. Kieran almost tried to reach out but the glowing lights and dust seemed to envelop around him. So all Kieran could do was try to speak, but as he was about to Tabi spoke first. "Are...are you real? Or...did I make you up?" there was a world of emotion in her voice as she tried to make sense of what had happened to her, of everything that was going on, of whether or not she was sane or insane. She stared at him, feeling sick, and wound tighter then a spring. "Pleaase....tell me the truth..." Her eyes were swimming with unshed tears, making them sparkle slightly, as her majenta hair fell over them slightly.
Kieran felt something move inside himself when he heard Tabi spoke. She seemed so distraught and obviously not handling what was happening to her well like him, making it obvious now that Tabi was going through the same thing he was. Kieran suddenly was forced to close his eyes as the teleportation went through, beaming him and Tabi to anothee location.
When Kieran opened his eyes moments later, he was astounished by what he saw. He was in a small white ring, surrounded by beautiful and unrecognizable forestry. Kieran took a moment to breathe and look around, memorizing every detail he could so he could transfer this beatiful image into words he could later put to paper. Then he heard and felt Tabitha, sudenly worried about he momentarily forgot about her. Then his second thought was amazed she was next to him. Tabi looked up at Kieran. "You are real..." and she smiled brightly.
Kieran reached over and wrap his fingers through Tabi's hand. "Of course I am real, just because your good at drawing doesnt mean you could imagine someone as good looking as me." Kieran winked at Tabi. "Just stay close, and I will get us home........or at least out of wherever this is. If I cant, I will at least protect you from anything bad."
Back to present time, Kieran processed how fairies and magic were real. He quickly got over his shock and followed where he was being led to, with Tabi in hand. He glanced over at times, making sure she was ok.
Ignorant to the magic happening on her way to the university, Cori arrived at her classroom ten minutes before class was ready to start: it was unfashionable to be too early, but she was an excellent student. She took a seat beside a friend, and the two fell into an easy, light conversation that started as small talk and escalated into gossip then fell back into school work. As it went on, it was clear that Cori was leading it, the topic changing at her whim. Not at all did she give any hints to her arranged marriage or the emotional distraught she felt over it--it wouldn't be a problem. Though when her friend mentioned last night's reading, Cori tensed and took off her sunglasses to cock an eyebrow at her. Hesitantly, she asked, "R-reading?" All she could remember from the night before was the screaming she did at home...and at Dracko's apartment.
"Oh, Cori," she said reassuringly, "Don't even worry about it. I'll catch you up. It happens to the best of us, clearly."
She was thankful, but the smile she returned was the fakest anyone had ever seen. Cori hated feeling incompetent; if she couldn't even keep up on reading a few dozen pages every day, could she handle anything? She opened her mouth to decline the kind offer and--
Poof!
Cori looked up and around at the sudden change in scenery, squinting against the natural light. The grass under her fingers might have been soft if she had chosen to be here, but she only felt disoriented. She heard the giggles before she saw the people standing around her and she felt her face warm in embarrassment. Quickly, the young woman stood and brushed herself off, glancing from person to person. They seemed to be in as much of a state of wonder as she was, probably more-so. She squinted at someone she at least recognized, though everyone standing in the circle may have. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked, lightly patting his shoulder for attention. If Nicolas Jensen was here, maybe it was one of those stupid prank shows. Though as she looked around the beautiful forest, she didn't find cameras.
Her eyes widened at the fairies and she realized it hadn't been the people around her laughing and squeaking. When one confronted the group and called herself Nereia, Cori could only stare, dumbfounded. She heard the words, but nothing was making sense. I'm dreaming, she decided in her head. It would be the only explanation, especially since the faces among her were entirely random save for one famous actor that she barely knew.
Tabitha curled her figners around Kieran's, needing that contact to know that he was real, and to feel secure in the knowledge that maybe she wasn't insane. Or no more then usual. She giggled at what he said, and smiled again, nodding. She intended to stay close to him. It seemed like a wise choice, but looking around she saw a couple of the other people she had drawn in the park, and using their joined hands to hold the sketch pad, she flipped it to their pictures, chewing her lip as she thought. If they were in the sketchpad, they had to be real too, didn't they? She looked up to Kieran again, swallowing. If he was real, they had to be real too, didn't they? She walked along beside him as he started to walk, staying close to his side, she wished things could be different.
Everytime he looked over to her, she smiled sweetly, wanting to assure him that she was alright. She had no idea what was going on, she may or may not be crazy, but at least kieran seemmed to be experiencing the same thing that she was, and that meant that...it was real. In some sort of sick, twisted way, it was real. "Have you ever written something like this? she asked softly, as she glanced about, looking back to him every so often. She had no idea what to make of all this, THe houses were a little...well she was interested in them, but...she didn't want to be seperated from Kieran right then. Simply because he was with her when they were brought here, and he was here when she came here. She needed that...security.
Biting her lip, she looked to Kieran, before glancing around at the others there. That one girl, the albino she recognised, and the auburn coloured haired girl...So they had to be real too. Turning her attention to the...faries. Tabitha wondered if anyone else could see them or if it was just her. She shifted worriedly, tugging slightly on Kieran's hand. He was following them right? that had to mean that they were real. She held on to these sane rationalisations, clutching them to her as she clutched at Kieran's hand, using them as anchors to retaain her sanity.
Finally she decided that she had to take the leap, and just...go with the flow. she took a ddeep breath, and giving Kieran's hand a squeeze, she let go, leaning up on her tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, before turning to one of the little houses. She walked towards it, clutching her sketch pad, and opened the door, with a quick look back to Kieran. Glancing inside, Tabitha stopped. In the room was what looked like a mini house-almost like a cubby house, set to the back of the house. to the side, there was what appeared to be a bathroom, and in front of the mini house was the perfect art studio, and Tabitha's heart yearned. It was her perfect place, and she shuddered, a little noise of longing escaping her. But she stepped back, towards Kieran, still unsure of any of this. "I...i...i don't know what to believe" She said softly,
Gordo was about to take his keys out, starting to turn when something seemed to happen. it was almost like closing his eyes, and suddenly appearing in another place, but this wasn't the magical world of Harry Potter, one couldn't just apparate in the mundane world they had. Had he been knocked out and taken somewhere? Just what was this? He glanced around, seeing that...clearing that they were in, taken about. stuff like this just wasn't possible, was it? Gordo liked to think that he had an open mind, but really he needed the scientific proof to back things up. he knew that there were things out there that couldn't be explained, knew that there were wonders and miricles and he accepted that, and yet Gordo still needed the fact...what had happened, to bring him here? Glancing about, he saw Tachi, and he hesitated before he responded to him. "No, it isn't just yet, and yet...i'm not sure its real either". If both of them were experiencing it though, then it stood to reason that it was real.
As the beings with wings-he was not going to thinkj of them as faries-spoke. he sighed to himself, trying to process it and think it through, to make sense of it scientifically, but he couldn't. Following Tachi, merely because he was the only one there that Gordo knew, the young man stood back a little,watching as Tachi interacted with two other people, and watching others appear as well. Gordo slipped his hands into his pockets, letting Tachi do all the talking. The man seemed to be a social butterfly in anycase, while Gordo was more one for observing.
It was obvious that they were all experiencing this. And if they all were experiencing it, then it had to be real. But fairies? They weren't real, surely? Gordo sighed, intending to watch all this to see if it was a trick. Stepping forward, he said "I'm Gordo"
