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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 23, 2016 14:47:57 GMT -5
 what if we could? where would we go?
Earth might not even exist anymore. Zee had never really put much thought into Earth's fate after arriving on PE, but to hear it put so bluntly ... well, it made her sad. It made her wonder how many ships were on their way and how many people had made it onto those ships. She wondered at how many had been left behind and how many had died before they'd been cleared to get on the ships. Thinking about it she couldn't help but feel that she had been lucky to be one of the first on PE. She hadn't had to witness anymore of Earth's destruction, didn't have to live through it, didn't have to figure out how to take care of herself while everything was falling apart. "Doesn't that make you sad?" She found herself asking, the corners of her mouth pulling down into a frown. A whole planet ... just gone.
Thankfully the conversation moved onto something less sad and Zee was able to focus, instead, on the tattoo and his last name. "So, where are you from?" She asked because she hadn't met anyone before that translated their last name into English, and he was rather exotic looking. Even though she really didn't want to think about Earth anymore her curiosity had gotten the better of her. "Your tattoo is cooler than mine is." She continued on. "All I got was this stupid little wolf paw print on my wrist when I turned eighteen." As she spoke she held up her hand to show her wrist to Jaron before dropping her hand back into the water. She'd wanted something bigger, but she hadn't wanted to waste the money she was saving. The paw print was already expensive enough and something that hadn't been a necessity.
Zee was really surprised when he said that he'd been singing for ten years. "Ten years is a long time to be singing." She commented, wondering why she hadn't heard of him. She supposed he was famous and if that were the case then his music should have been all over the radio. But the only time she listened to the radio was when she was working a job where she could listen to music. And it wasn't like she'd had much freetime to go to concerts and listen to music there. "Do you still sing?"
She wanted to keep asking questions and find out more and more about Jaron, but then he was asking about her. The surprised look on her face really said it all -- no one usually asked about her much. Really, though, she didn't know what she wanted to say because on the occasions that someone did want to know about her and she talked about it all she got was pity. 'Oh, you poor girl. Bless your heart. Do you need anything? We're praying for you.' and she hated it. She didn't need anyone's pity.
"Uhm..." She leaned back to wet her hair again before looking back at Jaron. He didn't strike her as the type that would pity her for being the 'poor orphaned girl' -- she had been called that too many times by her aunt's and uncle's friends. "I worked a lot of odd jobs, nothing really important." She began. "I was still really young when my parents died. Instead of getting put in foster care I ... kind of moved from family member to family member. One summer I was a junior counselor at a summer camp. Another summer I worked as a life guard at a local swimming pool, I helped out in an office for a few months, just .. y'know, filing papers and stuff. I worked at a stable and learned how to ride. I was a cashier at a grocery store and a dog walker. I never really held a job long because I'd get comfortable and then I'd be shipped off to another family member." She said and shrugged. She supposed it really wasn't that big a deal anymore. "I always liked to be outside, though. I loved to climb trees and camp. I had one uncle that was a survivalist and he taught me how to track things and build traps and hunt and fish and build shelters and start fires with just sticks and ..." And she realized that she was talking too much and she grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble."
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 23, 2016 16:52:34 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"]  [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]He sighed at the question. It should make him sad. He should feel bad that anyone close(ish) to him might not have made it out before everything went to hell... But he didn't. He'd already felt horribly alone, so what did it matter who went and who stayed? Either way, they were dead to each other. Fans had old albums, if they really missed him that much (which he imagined they didn't). The train of thought was destructive, though, so he shut it down by scrubbing a hand down his face. Why was he thinking of any of this when a nearly-naked woman was floating beside him? "Israel. You?" His head turned to look at her again, but it was starting to get a little awkward laying while she wasn't, so he tipped upright. "It's cooler than most people's," he commented, smirking, even though he looked a little confused because he would have noticed if she was inked somewhere. Unless... She didn't let his imagination get very far. Oh, her wrist. How... Girly. But.. "It's not stupid." It was kind of.. Charming, actually. The thought had his brow wrinkling, though he quickly schooled his features. He wasn't the biggest fan of how Zee seemed to get nearly the whole truth out of him. How did she do that? "It's only of two things I do really well, so yeah." He smirked momentarily, excited for her to ask what the other was. She'd probably smack water at him, but he didn't care; it would be highly amusing. "Stick around long enough, and you might be able to catch one of my shows," he added, immediately regretting he said it. He knew he was good, but for some reason the thought of her asking for a private session terrified him. Clearing his throat, he schooled his expression to be one of comfortable calm. Jaron wasn't anyone special; he needed to be Leo on this planet. So he needed to let Leo take over, and stop making him this weeping willow of honesty in front of a woman he'd only just met. He'd just dipped his hand underwater in preparation to splash her when 'my parents died' hit his ears. Uhm, what? His eyes flicked to her face, gauging whether or not she was just trying to get a rise out of him. But she was on a roll, and he could feel himself and the rest of the world slipping away from her notice as she continued. But the more she spoke, the more Jaron felt for her; not because she'd gone through something difficult (she had), but because there were so many similarities between her young life and his that he began to wonder if this was some sort of cosmic joke. He'd only had one really sucky family member, but he'd been bounced around from talent show to swim meet to whatever else she could come up with. Just when he thought he'd found his niche in something, he'd win third - or hell, second - place, and that wouldn't be good enough so mother dearest would yank him out of whatever that was and move him on to the next thing. It was exhausting, and needless to say made him more than a little... jumbled, on the inside. "You're not rambling," he assured her, vision coming back into focus as she pulled him out of his reverie. "But am I getting Punk'd right now?" He started looking around as if expecting to find a hidden camera or, hell, Ashton Kutcher himself. There was no way the first person he'd interacted with for more than five minutes was also maybe the only chick on the planet (literally) that could understand him. It was... A little nauseating, actually. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 23, 2016 20:34:20 GMT -5
what if we could? where would we go?
"America." Zee answered, though she didn't say where in America she was from because she'd moved all over the place and never really caled anyplace in particular home. But it was okay, she looked at it now and said she was well travelled. "What was Israel like?" She remembered hearing passing conversations about 'wars and unrest' and how there was a lot of violence 'over there' and blah blah blah. She wondered if that was true and if he was happy to be away from it all or if he missed his home, but she kept herself from asking that particular question because there was really no use in bringing it up. Even if he did miss it he couldn't go back because Earth might not even exist anymore.
He said her little tattoo wasn't stupid and she just shrugged, but it didn't really change her opinion of it. It was a stupid little tattoo and the resoning behind it was as stupid as the tattoo itself. The converstation moved on and he said that singing was one of two things that he was good at. Being the naturally curious girl that she was Zee couldn't help but ask "What's the other thing you're good at?" She wondered if he could play instruments and, if he could, which ones. "Why don't you sing something now?" She asked, smiling once again, when he mentioned catching one of his shows. How exciting would it be to have a private concert and the first one ever on a new planet?
He claimed that she hadn't been rambling, but she knew that she had. What would he care about her survivalist uncle and the things that he'd taught her? She missed him, though. Of all of her uncles she'd liked him the most and she hoped that he was on a ship on his way to PE. As she thought about it she wondered if there was a way of finding out if he was coming, which honestly would give her something to look forward to.
Jaron drew her out of her own thinking by asking if he was getting Punk'd. What was that? "What?" She didn't bother to try to hide her confusion and she got even more confused when he started looking around for something. "Uhm." She swam toward him and lifted a hand out of the water, fully intent on pressing the back of it against his forehead to feel for a fever-- if he didn't back away from her, that is. "I dunno what you're talking about." She said, then continued on. "When did you get out of cryo?" Was sudden confusion, like what appeared to be happening, was a side effect of it? "Maybe your brain was frozen for too long." She joked weakly, because she couldn't help but wonder...
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 24, 2016 0:12:30 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]An eyebrow raised fractionally at her answer, waiting for her to elaborate. When none came, he shrugged. Not like it mattered anyway. "I don't think I'm the right person to ask. My experience was... far from normal." His mother had made damn sure of that. "The culture is a lot different from America, though, I think. I only visited a couple of times on tour, and never in a capacity that really let me get too immersed in our differences." That was probably a way more complex answer than she was looking for, but he really wasn't a good gauge of how the country functioned. With his 'training', and then line of work, he'd never really been subject to social pressures. Or, he guessed, he was, but he was famous enough that he could ignore them. Good Lord, that he was the worst kind of person. Haha, yes! She took the bait. He snorted softly, smirk only growing. Instead of answering, he just stayed like that. Surely she'd figure it out sooner or later... "Uh, no thank you." Sing right now? Hard pass. "I need my guitar or piano. Without one or the other I feel... naked." His eyes dropped to view himself beneath the water's surface. "...No pun intended."His mind wasn't entirely focused on her, so when Zee reached out he reacted on instinct, hand closing gently but firmly around her wrist. He stared at her for just long enough that it was a little weird (for him), and nearly accidentally kicked her because she was so close. "Careful," he warned, though he wasn't sure what against. His chin tipped just enough for him to look where he held her, and as he loosened his grip he caught himself smoothing his thumb over her tattoo. The movement surprised even him, and his mind latched onto the next thing she said as a reprieve. "I've honestly lost track, with how the days run here," he said quietly, lowering her arm to the water before releasing her completely. He was thankful for the jab, because it let him do something other than wonder why he cared about her stupid tattoo. But he wasn't thankful for the surge that went through him in response, slight annoyance morphing into unprovoked rage. "I'm fine," he ground out, spinning away from her to get to shore. He knew he was overreacting, but he also knew he was hopeless to do anything but wait for the crash at the other end. Without another word to the probably stunned Zee, Jaron tore out of the water and yanked on his jeans, not even caring that he was still soaking wet. He left the rest of his stuff because he just needed to get away - to find somewhere secluded where his body could freak out over the lack of toxins in private. She'd already seen him in a very rare light today; no reason to let her see the other end of the spectrum. It was ridiculously rude of him, but he grabbed her stuff and launched it down the bank a ways, trying to stall her from following. Without looking back, he stalked into the woods and took a different route than they'd come, winding this way and that in hopes that she wouldn't be able to pick up the pattern. He managed not to snap any underbrush most of the way, and chose paths that forced him to circumvent something impassable. Stay back there, he silently pleaded, just before lights started flickering in front of (within?) his eyes. Blinking hard against them, he threw out a hand to catch himself on the nearest tree, put his back to it, and sunk to the ground. The tremors started shortly after, which he silently endured either curled against his knees or with his head smacked against the bark. At some point he thought he might have been sick, but the world was shifting and tilting and his head hurt so badly it felt like someone was slowly running it over. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 24, 2016 1:15:03 GMT -5
what if we could? where would we go?
Zee could have asked him what he meant about his experience being far from normal, but she didn't. She wanted to, but the subject was seeming more and more like it just wasn't a good one, so she let it drop and let their conversation move on effortlessly to more comfortable things, like what other thing he was good it. Her brows furrowed when he just smirked at her instead of answering. Seriously, what kind of answer was that? Was she supposed to figure it out on her own? He'd be waiting a long time if that were the case because her train didn't normally take a dive into the gutter.
She was a bit disappointed when he said no to singing for it. What kind of singer didn't want to sing for someone? "You practically are." Zee caught herself saying when Jaron claimed to feel naked without his guitar or piano -- maybe that was the other thing that he was good at. "Come on, I'll turn around and won't look at you. Would that help?" She was already reaching to touch his forehead and feel for a fever, but he caught her hand before she could. He warned her to be careful and brushed his thumb against her wrist and she could feel the blood rushing to her face as she blushed. "Careful of what?" Of him? He didn't frighten her in the least bit.
When he finally lowered her arm back to the water she found herself backing away, and it was probably a good thing that she did. She could see the rage that suddenly colored his face and eyes and she didn't know what happened. She'd only been joking with him, he could take a joke couldn't he? "Wait... what's going on?" He was heading to the shore and so was she, but he was moving much quicker than she was and was already on the shore. "Wait!" She shouted because he was grabbing her things and not his own. "What are you doing?!" Anger, sudden and sharp, had grabbed at her when he threw all of her things down the shore. Zee hauled herself onto the shore and went after his shoes because he was already hauling ass toward the trees. She grabbed one of them and hurled it at him, but whether or not it hit him she didn't know because she was already running after her own things. Both of her shirts had landed at the edge of the water and were wet, her shorts were dry as were her boots, but her machete had skittered across the ground and if it was broken she was going to kick his ass.
She pulled her shorts on quickly followed by her shirt -- why did she bring white? -- shoved her wet feet into her boots, grabbed her belt, found her machete and was turning to leave, but ... there were his things. He'd either be back for them or she could take them back to Exurbia with them. Or she could chunk them into the river and let him go diving to get them. Or she could be nice and track him down -- thank you Uncle Bobby for teaching her how to track -- and bring them to him.
Zee rolled her eyes and grabbed the shoes and shirt that Jaron had left behind and made for the trees that he'd run to. Honestly how rude could someone be[? He didn't break a lot of the underbrush, but he still left footprints behind and those were easy enough to follow even with only a little experience tracking. The further into the woods she got, however, she started noticing little things here and there -- broken sticks, scattered leaves, rustling -- and then she found him. It was quite the pathetic sight, really, but Zee's eyes grew wide because what in the hell was even happening?
"Hey!" She said as she hurried over to where he was laying, dropping shoes and shirts, a belt and a machete on the ground as she walked. Zee made it to his side and knelt down on the ground, frowning as she looked at him. She wasn't a medic, what the hell was she supposed to do? He was shaking and looked like he was almost unconscious, but he was very much alert only a few minutes ago. "Uhhhhh..." She thought about her overshirt that was wet and she turned and grabbed for it then looked back at Jaron. She rolled him over onto his back and rung out her shirt over his face so the droplets of water would hit him and hopefully make him regain some form of consciousness. "Hey, wake up." you jerk. She laid her wet shirt over his forehead and cradled his face between her hands. "Jaron?"
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 24, 2016 14:07:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]She.. wasn't getting it. Really? How sheltered was she? Not enough to keep from pointing out how little he was wearing, apparently. An expression of unamusement passed over his face, mouth pulling into a line. "No instrument, no singing," he insisted, in a tone that suggested he would have been crossing his arms had he not needed them to stay afloat. The color that came to her cheeks was... Pretty, he realized. Rather than have a quick and witty comeback, he remained silent, preferring to keep what bit of his dignity he had left. Except he apparently getting that that choice, as his body decided to go into full-out spaz mode. It took every bit of his control not to shove her away, but he never laid a hand on a woman in anger. Or at least, not that he could remember. Apparently there had been a couple of, uh, sleepovers where he rolled over and hit the woman beside him while he was unconscious. They'd had the bruises to prove it. The thought made him sick. Her screaming at him did little to help the current situation. His head pounded, his heart felt like a python had wrapped around it in his chest, and his legs were numb enough that he wasn't at all sure how far he'd actually walked. It felt like forever, but that might just have been because every shred of sunlight felt like a dagger straight to the eyes. Fuck, she caught up. Or someone else did - he couldn't really place the voice. It just sounded like this high-pitched screeching, like a car with rusty brakes, and made Jaron cup his hands even tighter over his ears. He felt her (or whoever it was) roll him over, and his spasms became a little tighter in his discomfort. No one was allowed to touch him without it being a two-way thing, especially when he was like this. But instead of telling them off, all he managed was a groan. Something heavenly dropped onto his face, and his brain was too thankful for the reprieve to bother thinking up all the disgusting things it could have been. He heard his name as if the source were very far away, and as his face scrunched he had the mind to wonder how long he'd been laying here. He felt exhausted, like he'd worked every muscle in his body - even the ones he didn't know about - to the point of failure. He didn't even try moving, because he knew it wouldn't work. Opening his eyes was hard enough, and... Wait, were those hands on his cheeks? He jerked upright; apparently he could function after all. "Zee," he said, tone groggy and not exactly welcoming. His head swam from the sudden change in position, and he pushed the heel of his hand against one eye. "You shouldn't have followed me." Nice thank-you, asshat. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 24, 2016 16:44:01 GMT -5
what if we could? where would we go?
She really didn't know what was going on or what his problem was, but it was actually kind of scary. The suddenness of his anger, the way he'd thrown all of her things, running off into the woods, and then finding him collapsed on the ground only half conscious. There was something really wrong and it made Zee wish that she had some kind of medical knowledge. The only thing she could really do was tell herself not to panic and to just try to... she didn't know. Try to do something to help even though she really, really wanted to yell at him for being a gigantic jerk.
"Hey." She said when he groaned after she'd rolled him over. "Jaron?" The water she dripped onto his face seemed to help a little, which was good, but she didn't know what else to do. She was flying by the seat of her pants and it was not as thrilling as it usually was.
It was pretty sudden that he sat up and the movement had Zee leaning back, away from him. A frown had plastered itself quite firmly onto her face as she watched him get his bearings. She snorted when he said his name then stood and crossed her arms. He really was something. Being all mysterious, then nice, then doing a total one-eighty and turning into an ass. She really wasn't impressed, though she doubted that his antics were meant to impress anyone.
"You're welcome, jerk." She said stiffly and she snatched her wet shirt away from him before turning on her heel and stalking over to the pile of things she'd dropped when she found him. She sorted the stuff out, tossing his shoes and shirt in his general direction then she sat with her back to him. Zee had taken off so quickly after Jaron that she hadn't dried off, hadn't put her socks on, hadn't tied her boots, and worst of all, the inside of her boots were wet. Great. She worked her boots off, pulled her socks on, then put her boots back on and tied them.
"Are you okay?" Zee asked as she stood and brushed herself off. She bent and grabbed at her belt and slipped the end of it though the belt loops on her shorts. "What was that?" She asked next, though she found herself doubting that he would enlighten her. "Oh no. Wait. I get it. That's the other thing you're really good at, right? Being an ass?" Yep. That was totally it.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 25, 2016 0:27:34 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]His open eye flicked to her face, not amused. And why did she have to stand up? That made her backdrop all the brighter, causing him to squint in tired agony. This whole withdrawal thing sucked a wide variety of disgusting objects. Groaning, he fell back against the tree he'd originally used for support. It felt a little like a traitor at this point, letting him fall over like that, but he was too disoriented to do much of anything else. Oh, but she was going to shun him. That's fine. Slinging his arms over his bent knees and dropping his head between them, he wondered if he could have fucked this up any more royally. He guessed not... But to be perfectly honest, it wasn't really his fault, right? It... wasn't his fault that he got himself addicted to drugs and then couldn't bring them to PE. Yeah, totally legit. He grunted. He didn't raise his head immediately at her question, because it was said with enough disdain that he felt it was rhetorical. He'd been a total ass; she had every right to be mad. And someone as innocent as her probably couldn't connect the dots that, yeah, 'stars' really did go down that drug road pretty often, and the one thing the authorities hadn't let board with them was the one thing he cradled (that cradled him?) every night. But there was enough of a pause that maybe she actually was looking for an answer. "I'm-," he began, but was cut off by her less-than-friendly question. Sighing, he dropped his head again. Back home, he didn't have to deal with being in the doghouse because he always had the option to leave instead. Yeah, relationship goals, right? It was just easier to never have strings with anyone; it made for less heartache / generally feeling like a totally fuckin' failure on his part. But somehow Zee had made this intricate web like some goddamn spider, and here he was, all tangled up. "Can you just... Stop talking for a minute? I feel like someone slugged me over the head with one of those ships," he half-groaned, half-begged. It wasn't a lie. Leaning back, he sat straight and dropped his head against the bark of the tree. It probably should've hurt, but he hardly felt it. "This happens sometimes. I'm sorry." He meant the apology, but it came out as more of a 'get off my back about it'. He never claimed to be suave during these episodes, okay? Taking a slow, deep breath in through his nose, he tilted his head to the side to look at her. He absently noticed the pile of his things beside her. "Thanks for bringing my stuff..," he coughed out, throat raw. "I expected them to be at the bottom of the river... or floating wherever it lets out." He tried to smirk, but it was strained. The lights around her weren't quite so obnoxious anymore though, so he should get back to normal within a few minutes. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 25, 2016 1:43:48 GMT -5
what if we could? where would we go?
To be perfectly honest Jaron, Leopard, whatever he wanted to call himself didn't equate to a star to Zee. For one she'd never heard of him before. He claimed to be a singer but she didn't know of any songs by Leopard. She didn't even know if he was really telling her the truth about singing because he wouldn't even sing her a song -- no instrument, no singing -- but in retrospect that might not be totally unreasonable. And secondly, if he was famous she would have heard about him somewhere, wouldn't she? So no, to Zee he wasn't a star. He was just a normal person, stranded on a new planet millions and millions of miles away from home just like she was. To her he was Jaron and she was going to treat him the same way she treated everyone else.
Her mouth snaped shut when he told her to stop talking and at that point she finally turned around to face him. 'Good' She wanted to say when he complained about his head hurting, but she kept her mouth shut because she didn't want to pick a fight with him. He'd actually been intriguing and she'd had fun talking with him before his whole episode. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his apology and instead asked "Does it hapen often?" There were other questions she wanted to ask -- Do you know when its coming? Are there any signs? How long does it last? When did it start? -- but he'd basically told her to shut up just a few minutes earlier so she didn't.
Zee was gradually beginning to calm down. She no longer felt any spark of anger, it was down to just being annoyed, and she was actually beginning to worry about Jaron. "I thought about it." She admitted, her eyes falling from his face to his shirt and shoes. "Then I thought about taking them and hiding them, but... You're welcome." and she smiled a little. No hard feelings.
She picked up the wet shirt that she'd snatched away from Jaron and walked over to where he was sitting. "Here." She offered it to him. "Put that against your forehead if your head hurts. My aunt always swore by cool compresses for headaches. Its ... not the coldest but it'll do." She watched him for a bit before sitting down on the ground just a foot or so away so he wouldn't feel too crowded and flip out again. "Are you really okay?" She asked, though there was no reason for her to be so concerned about someone she'd only just met.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 26, 2016 14:07:56 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]He was surprised by her question, eyes flicking over to her skeptically. She looked upset, but still cared enough to ask? Or maybe it was just a cover so she could tear him a new one later. Either way, he chose to answer honestly. "Yeah," he sighed, feeling like he should offer more but his sense of self-preservation telling him not to. His smirk was more genuine now, partly because the tension in her posture was fading and partly because the pressure surrounding his brain was beginning to wane. Thank Yaveh. "That would've been mean," he half-chuckled, eyes falling closed again. Talking about being 'mean' probably wasn't the smartest thing right now, but his brain wasn't functioning at full capacity so it was acceptable for him to slip, right? He looked up when she approached, lips twitching into a smile. "Thanks," he breathed, reaching up to take the proffered shirt. He thankfully rested his head back against the tree and draped the shirt over his forehead. She was right - it wasn't very cold - but it was still cooler than his clammy face. The grunt he gave signified his relief. "I will be," he assured her, one hand going up to hold the 'compress' in place as it had started sliding down over his eyes. That was kind of more comfortable, though, so he let his lids fall closed and hoped Zee was alright with him not making eye contact. "Believe it or not, it's better now than when I first came out of cryo. I don't wish those episodes on my worst enemy." Taking a deep breath, he took the time to assess himself. Head - feeling a little better. Body - a little less like a limp noodle. "I should be good to go in a few minutes. I just have to.. recuperate."Those minutes passed mostly in silence, and Jaron remained still until the shirt at his forehead grew to the same temperature as the rest of him. Taking a final deep breath, he tipped his head forward to let the material fall into his hand, opened his eyes, and handed it back to Zee. "Thanks. That helped." Shifting his feet to ensure they would actually support his weight when he tried to use them, he placed his hands on the trunk of the tree in preparation to stand. "Okay, I'm good," he nodded, pushing to his feet. It wasn't the most graceful movement he ever made, but he stayed upright, so he considered it a success. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 26, 2016 18:14:46 GMT -5
what if we could? where would we go?
It was disoncerting to hear that those episodes happened often. Zee waited for him to elaborate, but when he didn't she just sighed and shook her head. It was beginning to dawn on her how lucky she might have been that he'd hurried to get away from her and how foolish it was to run after him. He could have done any number of things from drowning her in the river to beating her and burying her in the forest. There was no way she'd be able to put up much of a fight against him. The thoughts were scary, but she stamped them down and buried them because she just didn't want to think about it.
His comment about throwing his stuff in the river or hiding it being mean made her shrug her shoulders. "You would've deserved it." She replied. "Lucky for you I'm not that mean." She was only half joking. She did believe he would have deserved to have his things thrown away, but they were so limited on what they could bring and it was so hard to replace things that were broken or lost. But if she ever saw him again and he pulled the same stunt she would.
The wet shirt on his forehead seemed to help, or at least that was the conclusion she came to judging by his grunt. Her head nodded when he said that he would be okay, though he likely didn't notice her. "Good." She said. "Because I don't know if I could carry you out of the woods. You're too big." It was, perhaps, too easy for her to slip back into teasing and conversation with a near perfect stranger, but it didn't matter. There was no point in being awkwardly silent.
"It's... better now?" She caught herself asking, surprise lacing her tone. "What was it like before?" She just ... couldn't imagine what would make it worse. Maybe he totally lost consciousness. Or maybe it lasted for longer. "What ... what causes it?" She wanted to ask if he'd seen a doctor about it but .... she didn't even know if there were doctors on PE yet. He said that he would be better in a few minutes and she nodded. "Do you recover faster now than you did before?" After that she remained quiet to allow Jaron time to recover in silence because his head did hurt and it was the nice thing to do.
While they sat there her attention had drifted away from Jaron to the forest around them. She hadn't noticed that he was holding her shirt out to her until he thanked her and moved his feet. "Oh, you're welcome." She said and took it back before getting to her feet. Zee took a moment to brush off her clothes before turning to Jaron, her head tilting as she looked at him. He seemed okay enough, he said he was good, he didn't look like he was going to fall over. "Well, this was fun." She said. "Are you going to be okay getting home? You sure you don't need me to carry you piggy back or anything? I mean, I dunno if I can, but I could try if you needed me to." She teased. "All you have to do is say 'Zee, I can't make it on my own. Carry me, pretty, pretty please'." She tried her hardest to keep a straight face, but she couldn't and ended up smirking at Jaron. "I'm only teasing. You're you don't have to say pretty, pretty please. Pretty please will do."
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 27, 2016 21:11:55 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]He snorted. "Yes, I know that..," he countered, smirking and shaking his head. That was a bad move - the ground tilted beneath him, but thankfully settled out shortly after he did. Rubbing a hand through the back of his hair, his eyes settled on Zee. "It's not like I can control when they happen, y'know." Just in case she got any ideas... "Shit," he answered bluntly, coughing out the word. "A lot of shit." If he thought he was going to get away with this whole show without having to tell her why he had it, he was dead wrong. Grunting, Jaron dropped the hand from his hair to the back of his neck, studying her for a long stretch of seconds before deciding one way or the other what to say. He could just ignore it - walk on and pretend it didn't matter. But it did, regardless of how long ago he'd met her. It was a massive weight on his shoulders that he told no one about, because he was ashamed of himself for taking that path... But not ashamed enough not to do it again. If drugs were available on PE, he'd take them in a heartbeat. Not because they'd curb these episodes, but because they'd help him forget how horribly alone he felt. Well, he wasn't alone right now. "...Withdrawal," he finally divulged, holding her gaze with serious eyes to help her get the point. "And no. They're just... less intense to begin with, I guess." Not by much, but he was starting to notice the difference. He'd only been here a few weeks; this sort of thing took time. At her tone, Jaron's skin thickened. He stood a little taller, eyes on her harder than before. This was why he didn't tell anyone this shit - because it was hard to swallow, and when the going got tough, his 'friends' got going. He clenched his jaw. "I'll make-," he began, voice less than kind until she cut him off with a smirk. His nostrils flared, lids narrowing. His lips twitched fractionally, trying to determine if he should be amused or stay angry. "Has anyone ever told you you're annoying?" he asked, though his voice held no heat. He felt something akin to a smile creeping onto his face, so he pushed past her before she could call him on it. "Feel free to go back to Exurbia," he tossed over his shoulder, though internally he wished she wouldn't. This was the most continuous human interaction he'd had in a long time, and even if she was irksome she was better than nothing. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 27, 2016 23:42:33 GMT -5
what if we could? where would we go?
"Withdrawal." The word bounced around in her head and she stared at Jaron. It made sense, she supposed. They didn't have any drugs on PE for .. uh .. addicts to get their hands on, so naturally his body would be getting used to not having its crutch. "Oh." She murmured because what else could she say? You shouldn't have taken them to begin with? Its your own fault? That was a stupid decision to make? Why did you choose drugs? "Well ... good luck with the withdrawals."
It was funny the way his demeanor changed when she was teasing him. He stood up taller -- as if he needed to be any taller -- and the look on his face hardened. It made her wonder if he'd ever talked to anyone that didn't fall all over themselves just to get close to him because he was famous before. That was probably what he was used to -- screaming fans, photographers, fangirls throwing themselves at him. She was sure he wasn't used to tiny, sarcastic girls that asked too many questions and threw shoes at him.
As he pushed past her she turned and watched his back as he walked away. She wasn't offended by him, his tone of voice didn't suggest that he was angry with her, but still..."Has anyone ever told you that you're annoying?" She countered as she trailed after Jaron. "Because you are. Annoying and frustrating." And really, really good looking. She could have gone on but he cut her short by telling her to feel free to go back to Exurbia. "Maybe I don't want to." She said. "Maybe I want to move to Nemus." And annoy you some more.
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Post by Jaron Namir on Aug 28, 2016 0:00:59 GMT -5
[attr="class","sinmain2"] [attr="class","sinlyrics"]we've become echoes [attr="class","sinlyrics2"]but echoes fade away [attr="class","sinbody2"]Good luck? That's all she had to say. Cool. He paused at her question, hands opening and clenching rhythmically at his sides before he finally decided to turn and face her. A smile he didn't mean (but she wouldn't know that) lit his face. "Only when I won't stop doing that thing that tickles just a little too much," he teased, not really feeling the words. But this was what he did - make 'friends', get hurt, go back to being the crass Leo everyone expected to meet. It was easy to fall in step when it was what everyone wanted to see. Except Zee... But she was an anomaly. He started walking again, only a little ecstatic that she chose to follow. And what are you going to do with her, hmm? Are you really interested in sleeping with the walking definition of sarcasm? No. Okay maybe a little. But mostly no. She-... what? He stopped dead, whirling on his heel. "Why," he asked, though it sounded more like a surprised demand. Forget that this whole venture had started with him wondering why anyone would want to live in Exurbia in the first place, considering the open plains and next to zero trees and the smell of cows. Alright, so that last one wasn't there yet, but it would be. The Cultivators just needed their shipments to come in. And really, he shouldn't complain. Steak and milk were two of his favorite food groups. Shutup, they're food groups to him. "And don't you... y'know... Need permission to do that? Race of the colonies, or whatever. No sharing resources." That totally wasn't a thing, but he'd sure as shit try to convince her it was. [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + GS[googlefont=Oswald][newclass=.sinmain2]width:380px;background-color:#fcfcfc;padding:60px;border:solid 1px #ddd;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinlyrics]font-family:georgia;font-size:26px;color:#9a2a29;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:3px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sinlyrics2]font-family:Oswald;font-size:38px;font-weight:400;color:#333;text-transform:uppercase;margin-top:-25px;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sintag2]padding:10px 20px 0px 10px;font-family:verdana;font-size:9px;letter-spacing:1px;color:#666;text-align:center;[/newclass][newclass=.sin2]background-color:#fcfcfc;[/newclass] [newclass=.sinbody2]margin-top: 5px;width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;color:#333;[/newclass][newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Aug 28, 2016 0:49:09 GMT -5
what if we could? where would we go?
Zee stopped just a few feet away from Jaron when he finally turned to face her and as he did she put her hands on her hips. What he said, however, caught her off guard and she blinked. What? That thing that tickles too much? What was he even talking about? A moment later she realized that he was messing with her again again. Two could definitely play at that game. "You have a nice smile." She said, rather than taking the bait and asking him what he was talking about. "You should do it more often."
When he started walking again she fell back into step only to stop again when he spun around and demanded to know why she would leave Exurbia. "Why not?" She asked, her head tilting. Honestly, she didn't even know why she'd want to move, the words had just flown from her mouth because she'd wanted to get a rise out of Jaron. It worked.
His point about needing permission was a good one, but Zee just raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Last time I checked there wasn't much leadership here." She said. The whole no sharing resources bit sounded like a load of bull. Why would they say no sharing resources between the colonies when they were all trying their hardest to survive on a foreign planet. Wouldn't the smart thing be to help each other? "What's the matter? You don't want me around?" She expected a 'no' and she was prepared for a 'no', so she waited for it.
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