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 Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2018 7:06 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2018 7:26 am
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   A walk to Neon Lights continues before Zurinh stops to help someone/ Health: 100% / Energy: 100% / The Downtown Streets The crowd and someone hurt?/ Link/ Coffee, his wallet, a messenger bag, a nametag, and a couple books/ ///
Text, " Speech", ' Thought', OtherMoney: $96.15 [Out of $400] /// Single
Going ahead further, there were a couple times moving past people that he had to either stop or move to the side, barely managing to avoid them. Not everyone here was that conscious of the surroundings, either from the setting itself or from the various places that sold drinks. Where he worked did too, while he didn’t focus on that, background factors not making the thought crucial. It wasn’t often, less than that, that anything happened when it came to drinks, people able to mostly handle themselves. Pushing the line of thought aside, Zurinh kept his tail close to his frame, not wanting to risk it. Although there was a chance someone would think to try at it-- that had happened before, although only once-- he didn’t think it was too likely, yet still kept up that precaution. How people with the same aspect were overall treated wasn’t that apparent to him, yet he had some idea that it could be a regular thing.
Several yards away from entrance, Zurinh continued ahead for a short path, then stopped again, seeing someone on the ground up ahead. He didn’t wait after realizing that, going at a quicker walk towards the figure; partly concerned but still wary. Avoiding the crowd further, he stopped a brief distance away from the person-- not moving to help her up initially but asking if she needed to with a focused tone; to speak above the ambiance. “"--You need help?” It was obvious she did, appearing that way, yet the meaning and tone; a straightforward one; behind his question was clearer when he offered a hand up. Although he knew this could be a risk, it didn’t seem that way.
By Sachsquach --- Link to art thread |
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2018 7:44 am
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Walking along, there’s a stop to respond to someone-- Healthy-- Outside, moving towards "Make it Tso"/ The crowd and someone else-- Outfit-- Money and a cloth bag-- --
||Text, ''Thought', "Speech", Other||
Money on hand: $50 [Out of $200] /// Single
The path she was taking continued for a few more yards, Lacie uncertain about herself but still making an effort to head in the sign’s direction. If they served vegetable-based things, she didn’t know… but finding out wouldn’t mean she couldn’t order tea or something like that? Most places served drinks, from what she knew. Hearing a voice to the side, she stopped with some indecision and caution, her thoughts after a moment ending up with a choice to respond, not wanting to be harsh by not answering, not knowing if it was addressed to her but hoping as much. "I’m fine? ...I’m not exactly lost, but I’m not sure about what I’m doing."
Not mentioning where she was headed, that was mostly because she didn’t know the name of the place exactly. Speaking in the thought of her earlier lack of certainty, it may have come out wrong or be taken that way, yet it was still mostly accurate. Wavering between what to do meant that, or seemed that way. Looking towards the person with a hesitant smile, she stood where she had stopped, though still mindful of the crowd. Despite not having run into any problems yet, being careful seemed best.
By Beanie Siempre — Art thread link |
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2018 9:50 am
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A walk to Neon Lights continues before Zurinh stops to help someone/ Health: 100% / Energy: 100% / The Downtown Streets The crowd and someone hurt?/ Link/ Coffee, his wallet, a messenger bag, a nametag, and a couple books/ ///
Text, " Speech", ' Thought', OtherMoney: $96.15 [Out of $400] /// Single
Though he couldn’t say for sure, that she looked like she may have had been through a few drinks seemed more likely than not. Pushing herself up, there was a look in his direction; not quite appearing to see him, what she said next confirming that. After a pause, a question was passed ahead; Zurinh pausing before speaking, realizing that she probably thought he was someone else. Taking the offered hand, she pushed herself up right after asking that; putting more of his attention ahead rather than in his words after that attempt resulted in a fall.
Reaching out again, uncertainty there but not by far, he attempted to give some leverage, making sure she wouldn't end up going through a repeat. For the most part guessing she was stable, after that brief attempt to get to a more level stance, he then spoke, somewhat clarifying the earlier question. “I’m not Reo, if I sound like him. Passing by, it looked like you needed help.” There was a sense to look away, thinking towards himself, while that passed momentarily. In the idea that she had been going off some part of his words, he didn’t put much of a question towards that, instead going off to ask about whether he should do anything. “I could get a kit—if you’re hurt at all? That means walking to the building, unless you’d rather not?” Staying out here, that she could get stolen from could happen if left alone, while he didn’t feel that exactly certain she would go with the idea of heading inside; that at least until she could manage to look after herself. It wasn’t too often something like this happened, but he knew enough that he could at least offer support.
By Sachsquach --- Link to art thread |
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2018 8:15 pm
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”Stupid jerks” She cussed in her head once more, feeling the pain of her knees. This incident is turning more and grimmer for her. Thankfully, Reosaki managed to come and help her, or not. ”Hm?” tilting her head upwards to get a better look at the person who decided to extend a helping hand. Her vision was still not that clear but it was enough for him to see that it was indeed someone else. His complexion was far different from the man she so want to torture right about now. Regardless, now that he’s here might as well take advantage of his generosity. Again, she attempted to stand up with the help of this not-Reo guy. This time she was able to stand properly this time but still a bit off balance. She attempted to open her eyes once more to get a better view of the situation, specifically trying to see the jerks who were trying to abduct him. For some reason, this person’s presence end up scaring them off. Her gaze then went back towards the person who’s hand he was holding, tilting her head a bit as she studied his features. ”Th-Thanks…I should go back ins…” As soon as she let go of his hand she tripped on her feet causing her to almost fall back down on her knees. Thankfully, there was a wall right in front of her to lean on. She quickly held her hand up behind her in attempts to show that she can manage. ”I’m… I’m okay… I just need some time to time to…” The sentence was not finished for she needed to take a deep breath to clear up her mind a little. She never experienced getting drunk but somehow she had a feeling that this is how one would feel in such state.
MY SPIRIT IS :: In
COMPANY :: Not Reo
LOCATION::Streets
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2018 10:00 pm
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A walk to Neon Lights continues before Zurinh stops to help someone/ Health: 100% / Energy: 100% / The Downtown Streets The crowd and someone hurt?/ Link/ Coffee, his wallet, a messenger bag, a nametag, and a couple books/ ///
Text, " Speech", ' Thought', OtherMoney: $96.15 [Out of $400] /// Single
Only partly aware that something had been going on, this became more apparent while a couple people backed away; aiming a few statements between each other. What was passed between the two as they hurried off didn’t stand out from the many from the crowd, but before then it had been more apparent. Although that had been mostly directed towards the fact he was there; neither wanting to risk anything by staying around too long; that was in the perceived risk of losing their souls or something else they wanted to keep. Shrugging that off internally, despite a brief thought about what that meant in general, his attention went back to the person he had been talking to. Pausing and moving his focus back away from where they had run off from, that she was speaking at a stutter wasn’t missed.
Saying, nearly, that she should go back inside, there was a trip. Zurinh almost responded but stopped in that near-pace as she held her hand in his direction. He waited— but somewhat didn’t— for her to finish before he spoke, bringing up his own thoughts after her sentence trailed off in trying to catch her breath. “You’re sure you’re fine?” It didn’t contain much doubt, that limited to the wording used, mostly an attempt to make certain she could manage getting back inside without help; or not much of it. Either drunk or out of it for another reason; there wasn’t much chance she would be alright on her own that abruptly.
Hesitating before saying anything further, not that set on mentioning that he was part of the staff, that was regardless decided. “I work there; I feel sort-of responsible.” If she had come from inside the building, that meant it was relevant to him, while not directly mentioning the two from earlier.
By Sachsquach --- Link to art thread |
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2018 11:47 am
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A walk to Neon Lights continues before Zurinh stops to help someone/ Health: 100% / Energy: 100% / The Downtown Streets The crowd and someone hurt?/ Link/ Coffee, his wallet, a messenger bag, a nametag, and a couple books/ ///
Text, " Speech", ' Thought', OtherMoney: $96.15 [Out of $400] /// Single
Although what he had asked had an obvious answer, he held back some uncertainty. Outside of what had happened so far, which was a problem in itself, he still wasn’t that sure she could manage that well; besides needing to ask about what exactly had happened. Being manager, dealing with things like that wasn’t often, but held more importance than it might seem. Other than his own morals, he had other things to be aware about when conflicts occurred. Beyond trying to look out for anyone that could be hurt, making sure the setting was a safe one was important. Shifting in his indecision, the next response took up his focus, that enough for some concern.
Using the wall as a crutch, her next response seemed to make it seem worse than it had before, causing him to hesitate: something going by in his mind, but that he attempted to put aside. Hesitating before speaking, aware that this was downtown and sometimes people tried to take advantage of others; he knew that it may not be the case, yet held his current awareness. “Can you walk?” While his expression didn’t convey as much urgency as indecision, his tone partly did. Offering a hand, not that set on whether else would be better, he didn’t do much else, but would if needed.
By Sachsquach --- Link to art thread |
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2018 8:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2018 11:19 am
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A walk to Neon Lights continues before Zurinh stops to help someone/ Health: 100% / Energy: 100% / The Downtown Streets The crowd and Hanako/ Link/ Coffee, his wallet, a messenger bag, a nametag, and a couple books/ ///
Text, " Speech", ' Thought', OtherMoney: $96.15 [Out of $400] /// Single
Holding her hand up, gesturing to wait, he paused before doing or saying anything else. A moment passed, the other taking a breath before she turned his way. Forcing a smile, there was a contrast in her next words that made him hesitate: knowing that it hadn’t been that brief of a span, yet still keeping himself to mind. At her next words, his response came about shortly, Zurinh’s tone having some thought to it, yet somewhat absently. “No problem.”
Reaching ahead, she took his hand, but in a shake. Not moving back, against that, his uncertainty at that space was replaced by a brief motion as he returned the gesture. Offering her name, he waited a moment before returning that with his own, lowering his guard in some respects yet not in others; his words going by with the same thought as before. “Zurinh.” She didn’t seem that off-set anymore, that was better in some respects, but was reason towards remaining wary. That sense registered more with him after what she brought up next, the exaggerated tone a clear signal toward that. Shifting his gaze, yet just in thought, this was towards the crowd first and then the building: knowing now that this likely wasn’t as urgent as it had first seemed, which was better than not.
By Sachsquach --- Link to art thread |
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2018 2:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2019 3:50 pm
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~Belle Mizu~
The greatest words
would still fail me now
The rain was falling heavier than it had in seasons past. This form was unaccustomed to the amount of weight that can be added to clothing from standing long under such a deluge. Many were empty from the streets in such a day, and now Belle understood why that might be.
She considered it a grace that she was able to see with how often she had to wipe water from her face. The jacket she wore was labeled in the store as a 'windbreaker'. While it broke wind, it would seem that it wasn't enough to stop water from sinking through. Unfortunate, because by logic, if something could resist the air, which was far finer than water, it should also be able to repulse more complex minerals.
The bus stop did offer some reprieve, having a curved roof. Here, she came. Here she waited. The bus was the more economic solution, which was why it was used. Besides, being quite unable to get identification or obtain any proof of having been born, it was impossible to access to a license to drive with.
This was acceptable, as there was plenty of space to submerge oneself in the genuine human experience. Part of that included how humans reacted to the weather. It was nothing compared to humans before their invention of clothes and coats, she was sure. Yet there was this strange unfortunate way that these feelings pushed on her heart and seemed to nudge her shoulders closer to her neck.
Weather changed. This was fortunate. But, that time wasn't yet.
These emotions
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