Voidstar wrote:
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All optimistic and stuff |
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Crowded House - Distant Sun |
Yet Another Reinvention
Well, little enough was established in my last two posts, which
gives me lots of room to play around with things! Which is good!
~There is freedom within
There is freedom without
Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
There's a battle ahead
Many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road while you're travelling with
me~
* * *
*Four figures, all female. They walk not the streets of EGC, but
rather its rooftops, leaping narrow alleyways and the wide gulfs of
intersections with equal ease. They pause after a while, stopping to
rest atop a skyscraper.*
*One of them, the oldest of the four--but still no more than twenty
or twenty-one, by the looks of her--sits down, dangling her feet over
the edge, seemingly unconcerned with the assuredly fatal drop she's
flirting with. She is tall and pale, with nut-brown eyes long black
hair shot through with randomly placed streaks of improbably bright
color, tied back into a braid. Two small prisms dangle from her ears on
golden chains, and a snug long-sleeved top--tie-dyed but with no
particular pattern, a mishmash of hues--accentuates the curviness of her
figure. A white silkscreen patch runs down the back of the shirt,
decorated with three symbols, from top to bottom: a minus sign, a group
of water droplets, and a bow (for archery, that is). The plain white
slacks and equally plain black sandals she's wearing sharply contrast
the colorfulness of...well, almost everything else she's got on. This
woman is the first to speak.*
Woman #1: And we're sure it's here?
Woman #2: It's here! It has to be. Don't you feel anything?
*Woman #2 is younger, around eighteen. She is also tall, but hers
is an awkward height; she's thin and lanky, not curvy like #1--and not
very graceful in the way she carries herself. Her hair is cut short,
died bright red, and slicked back; her eyes are an oddly dark blue. She
wears a white T-shirt covered in a grid pattern of horizontal and
vertical red stripes, along with a pair of red denim slacks with white
crosses over the knees. From the belt loops of these dangle a multitude
of silver charms and trinkets--crosses and Stars of David and kanji for
good fortune and who knows what else, all of which jingle as she
slouches around the rooftop, peering in different directions.*
Woman #1: Not a thing. What, do you?
Woman #2: I think I do...
Woman #3: Heh, I think living with ghosts has made you paranoid,
Orihime.
*The second woman--Orihime--smiles faintly at the third woman, who
appears about the same age as her. She is built solid and athletic--not
bulky, but rather _tight_, her clean-lined limbs showing visible
muscle. Her eyes are hazel, her skin has a faint tan cast, and her
hair is a rich iridescent green, kept cut short except for a few long
strands on the right side of her head which are tied into a thin
ponytail with a length of what appears to be packing twine. This woman
clearly cares little for appearing fashionable, as she is clad in a
loose gray tank top (with a couple of quite noticeable holes on the
stomach) with a black sports bra beneath. Over these she dons a
battered dark green jacket, stained in various places with smudges of
paint. She also wears a truly fabulous pair of jeans, old and battered,
with most of the "blue" covered up by a sea of patches of all shapes
and sizes--some with slogans, some just random symbols or shapes. Most
distinctive are the ones on either hip: both are diamond-shaped; the
one on the right hip is green and reads "Blessed" in a soft and flowing
script, while the one on the left is red and reads "Damned" in harsh
and unfriendly block letters.*
Woman #4: Yeah...we can't even sense other people like us, so why
should we be able to sense an arrow?
*And our final figure looks to be just a bit younger than Orihime.
She is the cutest, the "softest" of the four, the round frames of her
glasses making her soft aqua eyes seem wider. Her desert-blonde hair is
held in the ever popular two pigtails worn by many a Japanese
schoolgirl. She wears a long-sleeved sky-blue blouse that looks to be
about two sizes too big, her fingers barely poking out past the sleeves,
the shoulders hanging so loose the straps of her bra are visible. The
large image of a sun-gold rose blossom covers the chest of the blouse,
and little green cactaurs dance around the blouse's lower edge. A
knee-length pleated burgundy skirt (obviously part of a school
uniform), loose white socks, and plain yellow sneakers round her outfit
out.*
Orihime: *Shrugs* I dunno...maybe it's just a hunch that we'll find
it soon. Maybe you should scout around, Kurenai?
Woman #4: *Shakes her head* Not yet. That would leave me defenseless.
Orihime: *A little defensively* Hey, I'd look out for you...
Kurenai: *Laughs sweetly* I know, but I'd prefer to be able to
participate in my own protection.
Woman #3: She's got a point, Orihime. The only sure thing we were
told about this place is that it's dangerous.
Woman #1: It gives me the creeps. Can you remember when we actually
arrived, Saika?
Woman #3: *Shakes her head* Nope. Feels like we've been jumping
around forever...
Woman #1: Exactly! Is one little lost arrow really worth this? I
want to go home.
Saika: We can't, Shi-rin. Those things can't be left unaccounted for.
Shi-rin: But...had you even heard of this place before we were told
there was an arrow here? If it's lost in a place we'll never have any
contact with again...
Saika: ...Point.
Orihime: Well, we don't know we'll never have contact with it
again, do we? Besides, it's not just a matter of what'll happen to us.
We're not leaving until we find it.
Saika & Shi-rin: Yeah, yeah...
Whoo! That felt good. Hope it wasn't too long and such. Moreover,
hope y'all enjoyed, or at least found it interesting.