She stood up and dusted her hands. Though the train station was very clean, the train had a bit of dust from the shoes of the people who walked by. She was tempted to grab the hand sanitizer from her bag but she didn't wanna come off as a neat freak. She felt a nudge on her wrist and her head turned towards Leon. She stiffened a little when he suddenly placed his hand on hers and she looked down to her hand when she felt the cold surface of a metal. She saw the locket and surprise was clearly written on her face. She quickly brought it closer to her and sighed in relief when she saw that it was shut close. She placed the locket back in her pocket and her hand stayed there, now afraid that she might drop something that was precious to her again.
She gave the newcomer a small smile and watched her as she stepped out of the train.
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Leon placed a hand on Aeria's shoulder and her body made a quick, nervous movement as a reaction to the strange unfamiliar feeling. "We should probably take off soon, I'm sure bug boy is eagerly waiting with Tollnak for us and we shouldn't keep 'em waiting too long, should we?" She agreed silently and grabbed her bag which was next to her. She looked over at Leon who was looking at his clothes to make sure that all of his scars were properly hidden.
"You know, it wouldn't be so bad to let people in sometimes. It'll make you a lot happier," Aeria leaned her back against the chair once again to get a momentary relief from the headache that was bothering her. "If you think it'd help, I recommend you get one of these," He said as he grabbed his journal and tucked it between his arm. That caused a knowing smile to form on her lips as she looked down on the floor, embarrassed. "I actually have one of my own." She answered in a soft, low voice. Telling someone that she kept a journal wasn't exactly that easy for her.
Leon offered her a hand and she took it while using her other hand to sling her bag over her shoulder. The sudden motion of standing up caused her to go dizzy and she shut her eyes for a second. Out of nowhere, a girl with reddish brown hair bumped into Leon and her sunglasses fell on the floor. Aeria bent down and reached for it and a locket fell off from her pocket without her noticing. It opened when it made contact with the ground, revealing a picture of a boy with silver hair, just like her's. She picked the sunglasses up and placed it on the girl's hand as she studied her for a second. "Here it is."
"You know, it wouldn't be so bad to let people in sometimes. It'll make you a lot happier," Aeria leaned her back against the chair once again to get a momentary relief from the headache that was bothering her. "If you think it'd help, I recommend you get one of these," He said as he grabbed his journal and tucked it between his arm. That caused a knowing smile to form on her lips as she looked down on the floor, embarrassed. "I actually have one of my own." She answered in a soft, low voice. Telling someone that she kept a journal wasn't exactly that easy for her.
Leon offered her a hand and she took it while using her other hand to sling her bag over her shoulder. The sudden motion of standing up caused her to go dizzy and she shut her eyes for a second. Out of nowhere, a girl with reddish brown hair bumped into Leon and her sunglasses fell on the floor. Aeria bent down and reached for it and a locket fell off from her pocket without her noticing. It opened when it made contact with the ground, revealing a picture of a boy with silver hair, just like her's. She picked the sunglasses up and placed it on the girl's hand as she studied her for a second. "Here it is."
still accepting?
I'm interested :)
Have a story you wanna share? Post it here :)
So what's your decision, Bel? We could just continue to post slowly or something..
So Alan's not supposed to be in the same train station as us right? Oh well.. hahaha
"I don't think I could get sick of that scent." Leon murmured. "You'd probably get tired of it if you smell it everyday." She smiled. Like I did. She added silently to herself.
At that moment, she regret asking the question. But just as she was about to tell him that it's alright not to tell her, he continued.
Her eyes widened a little, just enough for it not to be noticeable. A certain emotion that couldn't be read flashed across her eyes for a second as she watched the scar across his throat. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat as she tried to imagine how that would have felt. Although she was tough and brave, she had low pain tolerance which she always hated about herself because to her, weakness was not acceptable. Only the strong survive. She does a great job hiding it though when people are around and only then when she's alone does she truly express the pain that she feels.
The sound of Leon's voice brought her back to reality, "My arm was hacked off, my throat slit, and well... There's a reason I dress like this. That was back when I was unable to create shields, back when I could only heal myself. My mutation hadn't really developed yet, so I did an awful patchwork job putting myself together. I'm still working on fixing things, like the dead nerves in my arm. A couple of months ago, I was still a mute."
She was about to say something when a sudden familiar voice that immediately triggered her to feel annoyed was heard. She turned to face the direction of the voice and she stared blankly at the boy who stood there, filled with contempt and rage. The negative aura that was radiating off him made her headache worse. Tollank came and brought him out of the train and she sighed in relief and gratitude. That was nice of him.
His loud voice could still be heard and she smirked lightly. He was just as distrustful as she used to be although she was much calmer and in control. She hoped that he would soon learn to control his emotions. "Thanks for being listening, Aerira. I appreciate it, I really do. If you don't mind, could I ask you a question though?" Leon hesitated. She turned her attention towards him, wondering if he was gonna ask her a personal question. "Why do you try so hard to hide your emotions? You have a wonderful smile and it's not fair to keep it to yourself!"
Her expression softened but it still didn't give away a hint about how she was feeling. She blinked and looked at him for a few seconds, studying him and trying to discern whether he was being sarcastic or not. She gave him a small smile and leaned against the chair, relaxing herself. Her smile faded and she closed her eyes, "The longer I live, I find myself becoming harder.." She said silently. She opened her eyes and for a second, it held an emotion. She laughed lightly and sat up straight, "Just kidding. I don't know why I do." she said with a smile but her eyes gave away that she wasn't exactly happy. "It's strange how someone like you who went through so much could still smile." She said with a feeling of reverential respect.
Marx said
A long sigh dragged out of his lips as he wrung his hands together. "It's not a real pretty story," Leon said, flashing her a dreary smile.
At that moment, she regret asking the question. But just as she was about to tell him that it's alright not to tell her, he continued.
Marx said
"but you asked. No backing out now!"
"Around six years ago I started working in the food distribution center. I was part of the group that would butcher meat and send it off to be sold. There were a lot of us there, plenty of older guys, people who've been working with their hands their entire lives, people who're veterans with knives. We got along pretty well at first. I worked my ass off and they appreciated it. I wasn't paying attention one day and cut my hand open and didn't think twice about healing it. Word got out and spread like a wildfire. Apparently one of the worker's kids got killed by a guy with a mutation that let set people on fire or something. Guy wanted to take out his anger, I was there, and I wasn't able to fight back. A few guys held me down and..." Leon brought a finger up to his ear, then down to his collar, which he pulled slightly, flashing the beginning of a scar across his throat.
Her eyes widened a little, just enough for it not to be noticeable. A certain emotion that couldn't be read flashed across her eyes for a second as she watched the scar across his throat. She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat as she tried to imagine how that would have felt. Although she was tough and brave, she had low pain tolerance which she always hated about herself because to her, weakness was not acceptable. Only the strong survive. She does a great job hiding it though when people are around and only then when she's alone does she truly express the pain that she feels.
The sound of Leon's voice brought her back to reality, "My arm was hacked off, my throat slit, and well... There's a reason I dress like this. That was back when I was unable to create shields, back when I could only heal myself. My mutation hadn't really developed yet, so I did an awful patchwork job putting myself together. I'm still working on fixing things, like the dead nerves in my arm. A couple of months ago, I was still a mute."
She was about to say something when a sudden familiar voice that immediately triggered her to feel annoyed was heard. She turned to face the direction of the voice and she stared blankly at the boy who stood there, filled with contempt and rage. The negative aura that was radiating off him made her headache worse. Tollank came and brought him out of the train and she sighed in relief and gratitude. That was nice of him.
Brasslazer said
."Listen, Tollank, or whatever your name is, I'm just trying to figure out where this constant, nauseating smell of vanilla is coming from. And I don't even begin to see why you would be friends with woman, or any in general. Woman are horrible beings who can't be trusted, and the biggest mistake a man can make is believing that one can show any honest emotions at all!" Alan was shaking, every shouting word filled with hatred. He began to walk back to the luggage "You'll find out pretty soon what it'll get you, I can guarantee that. Meanwhile, I'm going to stay here where I don't have to be near that vanilla-scented filth ."
His loud voice could still be heard and she smirked lightly. He was just as distrustful as she used to be although she was much calmer and in control. She hoped that he would soon learn to control his emotions. "Thanks for being listening, Aerira. I appreciate it, I really do. If you don't mind, could I ask you a question though?" Leon hesitated. She turned her attention towards him, wondering if he was gonna ask her a personal question. "Why do you try so hard to hide your emotions? You have a wonderful smile and it's not fair to keep it to yourself!"
Her expression softened but it still didn't give away a hint about how she was feeling. She blinked and looked at him for a few seconds, studying him and trying to discern whether he was being sarcastic or not. She gave him a small smile and leaned against the chair, relaxing herself. Her smile faded and she closed her eyes, "The longer I live, I find myself becoming harder.." She said silently. She opened her eyes and for a second, it held an emotion. She laughed lightly and sat up straight, "Just kidding. I don't know why I do." she said with a smile but her eyes gave away that she wasn't exactly happy. "It's strange how someone like you who went through so much could still smile." She said with a feeling of reverential respect.
Sorry for the double post but quick question.. Are we all in the same train station? Or are the sabor/ellexkir/ignori people in different train stations?
Brasslazer said
Ya, Alan isn't going to have any friends, is he...
Give it some time. Like in real life, it's not that easy to make friends when you're paranoid ^-^
And welcome back, Saeko
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