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Kijani drank the shot in one smooth motion, neither confirming nor denying what he'd said. It wasn't exactly hard to read people- if you knew what to look for, it was like a game. She'd already asked him what the name of the town was, and where things were, so she obviously couldn't claim to be local. Then there was that expression of defeat she'd let slip earlier. Any fool could put two and two together.
She ran her neatly manicured nail around the edge of the shot glass, round and round. "Bartending, huh? How long have you been at that?" It was easy to deflect. Most people would talk about themselves all day if given the chance. If you knew how to fake attention, you wouldn't have to say a word.
She ran her neatly manicured nail around the edge of the shot glass, round and round. "Bartending, huh? How long have you been at that?" It was easy to deflect. Most people would talk about themselves all day if given the chance. If you knew how to fake attention, you wouldn't have to say a word.
Kijani cleared her throat softly and stood. "Kijani Ryane. I don't have an alias, yet. The name will come when I know what I'm capable of." Then she sat, and fought the urge to blush. That answer had been terrible- she was certain all the others had everything planned out.
I think I got carried away, but there it is.
It was surprising, really, how easy it was. Now that she had the luxury of thinking time, she was amazed at how simple her escape had become. Good coin could grease a lot of palms, and make many a man turn a blind eye.
Kijani sat in the carriage cab, musing as she was gently jostled on her journey. More than once, she nearly went to the window, to look out and backward at what she was leaving behind her. But self-discipline won out, and she kept her body still and her face hidden. The sunlight flickered through the trees as the road took her further and further out of the city. Reaching into the hidden pocket within her bustle, she checked her golden pocket watch. It had been a little over an hour. Her father was off at work. Her mother, at some grand lunch party. Neither of them would return for several hours, and it would be another hour besides that before they actually noticed she was not at home. By that time it would be incredibly hard for them to pick up her trail. Her parents were smart, yes, but she knew she'd been smarter.
All of her reading had prepared her for her departure. The fantasy novels of the great detective Sherlock Holmes, solving crimes in a cold, machineless world, with nothing more than his wits and his senses. She knew what clues the police could find, so she made sure not to leave those clues. Her escape had been planned for months. She'd stored up her monthly allowance bit by bit, and brought bits and pieces of clothing. A skirt here, a pair of boots there. Nothing in large amounts, so there wouldn't be a signal that she was storing them away. The final part had been the hardest- her very nature made her leaving the house an occurrence by itself. She snuck out in the middle of the day, when the servants were busy with tasks, and she'd sent off her old aging made on some simple, yet time consuming errand. Then she'd simply walked out the front door, hailed a cab, and was gone.
She wound one of her thin, black dreadlocks around her finger, an idle habit for when she was deep in thought. Unfortunately, beyond her getting out of the house unseen, there had been no further planning. When she handed the driver her money, she'd told him to take her as far as her coin would last. That had been several minutes and miles ago. With a sigh, she realized she'd have to settle into the journey. Removing her black touring hat, she set it on the seat of the carriage and smoothed the tiny flyaway hairs that always came with wearing a hat. Her dreadlocks were tidily pinned back in an elegantly twisted bun. Idly she tugged on her white silk gloves, lacing and unlacing her fingers. She was dressed head to toe in the latest fashions. Her white blouse was crisp and spotless, her vest deep burgundy and neatly pinstriped. Her skirt was the finest black taffeta with a ruffled edge, and her heeled boots were shined to a glisten. She was the very image of a city woman. Calmly, she shut her eyes and relaxed herself. The next thing she heard, an hour later, was a voice.
“We're coming up to the limit of your coin, miss!” Called the driver. “We'll be stopping at the next town.”
“Ah, yes. What is the next town, please?”
“Little farming place called Arbordale, miss!”
That sounded nice and quiet. She put her hat back on, smoothed her skirt and readied herself. Once the carriage stopped, and the door was opened for her, she stepped out and tipped the driver, before stepping out and simply observing the town.
“Well. Now what?”
Kijani sat in the carriage cab, musing as she was gently jostled on her journey. More than once, she nearly went to the window, to look out and backward at what she was leaving behind her. But self-discipline won out, and she kept her body still and her face hidden. The sunlight flickered through the trees as the road took her further and further out of the city. Reaching into the hidden pocket within her bustle, she checked her golden pocket watch. It had been a little over an hour. Her father was off at work. Her mother, at some grand lunch party. Neither of them would return for several hours, and it would be another hour besides that before they actually noticed she was not at home. By that time it would be incredibly hard for them to pick up her trail. Her parents were smart, yes, but she knew she'd been smarter.
All of her reading had prepared her for her departure. The fantasy novels of the great detective Sherlock Holmes, solving crimes in a cold, machineless world, with nothing more than his wits and his senses. She knew what clues the police could find, so she made sure not to leave those clues. Her escape had been planned for months. She'd stored up her monthly allowance bit by bit, and brought bits and pieces of clothing. A skirt here, a pair of boots there. Nothing in large amounts, so there wouldn't be a signal that she was storing them away. The final part had been the hardest- her very nature made her leaving the house an occurrence by itself. She snuck out in the middle of the day, when the servants were busy with tasks, and she'd sent off her old aging made on some simple, yet time consuming errand. Then she'd simply walked out the front door, hailed a cab, and was gone.
She wound one of her thin, black dreadlocks around her finger, an idle habit for when she was deep in thought. Unfortunately, beyond her getting out of the house unseen, there had been no further planning. When she handed the driver her money, she'd told him to take her as far as her coin would last. That had been several minutes and miles ago. With a sigh, she realized she'd have to settle into the journey. Removing her black touring hat, she set it on the seat of the carriage and smoothed the tiny flyaway hairs that always came with wearing a hat. Her dreadlocks were tidily pinned back in an elegantly twisted bun. Idly she tugged on her white silk gloves, lacing and unlacing her fingers. She was dressed head to toe in the latest fashions. Her white blouse was crisp and spotless, her vest deep burgundy and neatly pinstriped. Her skirt was the finest black taffeta with a ruffled edge, and her heeled boots were shined to a glisten. She was the very image of a city woman. Calmly, she shut her eyes and relaxed herself. The next thing she heard, an hour later, was a voice.
“We're coming up to the limit of your coin, miss!” Called the driver. “We'll be stopping at the next town.”
“Ah, yes. What is the next town, please?”
“Little farming place called Arbordale, miss!”
That sounded nice and quiet. She put her hat back on, smoothed her skirt and readied herself. Once the carriage stopped, and the door was opened for her, she stepped out and tipped the driver, before stepping out and simply observing the town.
“Well. Now what?”
Krein said
Gabriel heard the voice over the speakers and began to prepare the tray with the trash he needed to throw away. As he got up, he looked to Kijani."Guess I should get going now. Nice talking to you, maybe we'll see each other next class, or tomorrow at lunch again."With that, he walked off to a nearby trashcan to throw his garbage away before heading off to his next class. Gabriel didn't know what to expect in it, maybe some more skill and power assessments. That might be nice, he was actually getting kind of restless to use his abilities for real now. When Gabriel walked into his next class, he was surprised to see that there were already a couple of students there. There were some familiar faces there, but one stood out: that silent girl with the earmuffs. Wonderful, now he had to share a class with the girl he had shouted at."Might as well get things over with to at least say I did apologize," Gabriel said nonchalantly as he walked over to her desk."Don't know your name, and you probably wouldn't even bother to tell," Gabriel told Sue, "But I do want to apologize for shouting at you during the obstacle course."
Kijani heard the announcement too, and shrugged lightly. The hour had gone quickly. "I can move paper." She chose the simplest answer to Gabriel's question, and got up as well. She'd managed to finish a good portion of the sandwich, so she threw away the crusts and the wrapper. Then she headed to class, reading while she walked and weaving expertly around other students.
I keep rereading the last few pages and Krein's post mentioned something about an announcement. I feel like I'm missing a post or a page.
Krein said
"Hm, interesting. I've heard of gifted students being able to get out of school way before their time, so it must have been something to be proud of. I could probably easily do the same you did, but then... I'd probably have nothing to do other than maybe use my powers for the good of all and all that typical superhero talk. Keeping an aspect of 'normal life' can be a good distraction now and then too, if that makes any sense."Gabriel began to wonder what he'd actually do with his abilities. So far the most he'd done with them is replicate a scene from Alien with his stepdad's visage and burn a hole through an obstacle course. He had done some other things with them in between, but nothing too extraordinary or noticeable. Taking up the role of a superhero seemed interesting, but their methods and philosophies were... inefficient in Gabriel's opinion. He was more for the philosophy of a vigilante going by the name of Abaddon. A symbiote-super, like Venom and Carnage, but with a plethora of other abilities at his disposal. This guy didn't screw around, he would actually make disturbing massacres of gangs, criminal organizations, and pretty much anything that decided to prey on "innocent" people. If his targets didn't wind up looking like something like a real life SAW victim, they'd wind up missing without a trace.Now that was effective vigilantism right there. No "give them a chance", no stupid Superman ideal of "they are good at heart and have the potential to show this". Swift, brutal justice."Sorry, got a bit lost in thought. Sad thing to hear that your parents branded you as abnormal. I never got why 'humans' view our kind as a disease. If anything, we're an improvement to human condition..."
Kijani shrugged lightly, acting as if she didn't care. "It's not that they particularly hated my powers, I think. They never liked me to begin with. I wasn't enough like them to matter, and then when my powers started to show, it was really all over from that point on." Nothing had brought her parents' love back, not even... Her hand strayed to her torso and she flinched as phantom pain shot through her side. "I get what you're saying, though. We're different, and the world always fears change. The nail that sticks out must be hammered in, and all that. The gentrification of the human race..." She smiled a wan smile. "I don't know what I'll do with my powers. I had to be bribed into coming here at all- I've got a hefty reward coming if I graduate with honors." Her grandmother had promised her a possible job, and ranking, in several different places. All she had to do was prove what she was worth, and the world would be open to her.
"Ah..." Kijani wasn't sure what to say to that. She'd known about her powers young, and had it impressed upon her mind that she was wrong, a freak, not to be discussed. She half remembered showing her parents what she could do, around 6 years old. It wasn't much, but it was something. They'd reacted like their child had stood in front of them and wet herself. "Well, I haven't been to school in a while." She bit into her sandwich, taking the time to chew and formulate her next statement. "I dropped out. I'd learned everything required of me for the diploma- the rest of it was just... nonsense." She'd wanted to use a somewhat stronger word, but vulgarity didn't come easy to her.
Krein said
"Hm... actually yes. I typically read old Greek and Medieval stuff when I get bored and am feeling philosophical. Most people would just take the stories as typical legends, but what they fail to get is that they're often written to convey a message or an important question. Falls from glory, a loss of everything, catharsis is intriguing in general."Gabriel looked at the title once again, and then back to Kijani. He hadn't gotten her name yet, but he was surprised that she had been willing to keep up a conversation with him. Most people wouldn't even bother, kind of like that Phoebe and Ryan couple he met earlier."I'm Gabriel by the way. You are?"Something like this was a first, Gabriel rarely went out of his way to do these things.
Kijani's small smile widened considerably at Gabriel's talk of legends. "Right, right! They weren't stories for stories sake, they were lessons, warnings... even before the written word, there was the story." She paused, and actually went slightly red. She was going to start babbling like a nerd if she didn't watch herself. "I'm Kijani." She offered her hand to shake, across the table.
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