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Post by Vincent. on Aug 28, 2011 19:14:23 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Rest Stop[/shadow]
[One Week Before “Fate”]
Vincent gratefully watched the sun setting from his seat at the bus stop. Already the twilight breeze was beginning to stir, cooling his skin and relieving his body of the tense heat kept beneath his black clothes—clad in a suit, as always, he had been baking in the summer sun as he waited there.
He had spent a lot of time just walking around the city, hoping to see the girl with white hair and violet eyes like his. So far he had had no luck. After meandering about the streets, mapping the city out in his head, keeping his eyes open and searching, and avoiding the many breeds of city asshole and homeless folk that threatened to put him ill-at-ease (and get his clothes dirty), his legs were tired and his back ached, and so he sat down on the half-shaded bench to rest. But behind the dark sunglasses, his violet eyes were ever alert.
With a sigh, Vincent leaned back against the advertisement pane and dipped his hand into his pocket, withdrawing his Zippo and the pack of cigarettes. He lit one and tucked the items back in, and then let his eyes close for a moment as he tried to make sense of the unfathomable frustration he was feeling. The task at hand seemed essentially impossible, but he felt so close to reaching it that he wasn’t shaken from his determination in the slightest. His willpower was stronger than the circumstance, he insisted to himself as he glanced at his pants and brushed a bit of cigarette ash from his knee.
…The damn breeze.
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Post by Leta on Aug 28, 2011 19:53:55 GMT -8
A wrong turn, can you believe it? Of all the things that can go wrong; that can happen the a blind girl, she got lost. She could have sworn her steps were correct. Her mind must have been somewhere else... She should have been there by now. In fact, she was about 700 feet off, now. She made a wrong turn somewhere. The number of steps from her house until she felt sand was supposed to be exactly 4263. She was mindlessly counting up until 5000 feet, making turns every which way. Dammit, what was she even thinking about? She counted backwards, retracing her steps, only now, she was completely lost. She had no idea where the wrong turn could be.
Leta was trying to make her way to the beach. The breeze would be just perfect, and the sand would still be warm. She prepared for sand by leaving without shoes (again) only, now it was regrettable. "I never get lost." she kept thinking to herself.
She frantically made a left turn, and walked down this "new" street. She could have been here several times already, for all she knew. But no, this time there was a familiar smell lingering in the air. She felt her back pocket. Ya, they were still there. But who else smoked Black Cherry Cloves in this town? She had yet to meet one person. Oh well. She briskly walked past the smoker, and began to make another left. However, before she did, a cigarette sounded like an excellent idea about now.
She took out the pack, selected one, and lit up. She was ready to be on her way again.
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 28, 2011 20:15:27 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Coincidence? I Think...[/shadow]
A girl with whitish hair who smoked the same brand of cigarettes.
Vincent had read somewhere once that twins had the tendency to make the same choices as each other, even without prior knowledge, as if they had some sort of subconscious connection. He had, of course, taken the theory into deep consideration; he often wondered if his sister was anything like him at all, wherever she was—did she make the same choices as he did?... The same mistakes?
He hoped not.
But at the moment, Vincent’s mind was on other things; more specifically, the white-haired girl who had just passed him by. He didn’t catch a glimpse of her face, but his violet eyes were fixed on the back of her head—at the white hair. The first white-haired female he had yet seen, and she was…
…Getting away.
Suddenly, but quietly, Vincent rose from his seat and began to follow the girl, slipping his hands into his pockets in an attempt to look casual. The expression he wore said otherwise, however—even hiding behind those dark glasses, it was obvious that there was an overflow of thoughts and emotions in his head at the moment. His heart had begun to pound slightly as a cross between excitement and panic washed over him. He had been anticipating the moment when he might finally find her…
…But he never knew what he would do if he ever did.
After all, it wouldn’t do to simply chase after the girl and ask, in awkward, frantically attempted politeness, “…Are you my sister?”
No, that wouldn’t do at all.
He would keep a safe distance behind her, perhaps twenty feet or so, keeping an unwavering stare fixed on her snowy hair.
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Post by Leta on Aug 28, 2011 20:44:12 GMT -8
Maybe if she listened for waves... Leta concentrated on the sounds around her. There were too many buildings to block out the sounds of the ocean, and too many cars echoing between them. She took another drag of her cigarette, and sighed it out. It was incredibly hard for her to entirely admit it to herself, but she was lost.
It was... official. As of whatever time it was at the moment, Leta declared herself lost and.... followed. There were faint foot steps behind her. Perhaps it was just paranoia, but it unnerved her a bit. Leta made a sharp turn to the left, around a building. If he passed by, then no problem. However, if he tried to follow, he would run head on into her.
She leaned against the brick wall with her arms folded, waiting for a confrontation.
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 28, 2011 21:24:00 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]That Makes Two of Us[/shadow]
…Just… think. What are you going to say?
Vincent racked his brain as he followed her, trying to keep it organized. Trying and failing. The girl disappeared.
…Shit.
His mind urged him to run forward so that he didn’t lose her… but his legs did otherwise, most likely stilled by the brief moment of flustered panic. His pace slowed and then stopped, hopelessness showing on his face—where did she go? He took a few cautious steps while turning in a complete circle, his violet gaze panning over the entire street scene… a few steps later, he was standing at the corner, looking lost, staring down the street where he’d last seen her. Then he looked to his left.
His face lit up with surprise when he saw her there, but a blanked look of dismay quickly washed over it when he noticed her folded arms and her stance—she must have caught onto him. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and reached up with one hand to straighten his tie… and take the cigarette from his lips so that he could speak.
But what to say?
He stood staring at her in silence for a good ten seconds, both his face and his mind utterly blank. He was staring at her eyes. They were all… white?
...
“…Excuse me, miss…
…I was wondering if you might help me…
I’m new here. I’m… rather lost… and I’m looking for somebody.”
Aside from the slight pauses, he managed to speak without giving away his anxiety or motives yet. If anything, he just sounded confused. Or worse, lonely.
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Post by Leta on Aug 29, 2011 15:46:55 GMT -8
She stood there waiting for him to make a move. He was standing just at the corner, probably wondering what to do. Leta narrowed her eyes a bit, waiting for him to do something; anything. And then he spoke. He wanted help... because he was lost. Leta sighed and hung her head a bit. Did everyone get lost in this town? There was just no hope for her getting home tonight.
"I can't help you," She unfolded her arms, and let them fall to her side. "I am also lost." She said slowly. She was beyond ashamed of herself. She couldn't even call anyone to get her out of this situation. Her her house mates wouldn't be able to come get her, and those were the only viable options she had to call. She took another drag of her cigarette, tossing her options around, and mulling his explanation over in her head.
Wait...
"Who did you say you were looking for?"
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 29, 2011 17:54:39 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Cryptic[/shadow]
“…Oh, I see… I’m sorry.”
Vincent glanced awkwardly around him, shifting his weight onto one leg in an attempt to look more casual and less like he was frozen in front of a charging bear, or something. He should say something else. Or else why was he still standing there? This was stupid. He needed to plan ahead better.
"Who did you say you were looking for?"
The young man cleared his throat, and tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette onto the ground in front of him.
“…Ah… I am looking for my sister.”
But she might not get the hint, if it was really her. If it was her.
“…We were, uh… separated.
…A long time ago.”
He ran a nervous hand through his white hair, staring hard at the ground; trying not to stare at the girl’s eyes. The small detail had put a tiny wisp of doubt in his mind about this girl—they weren't violet, like his… But… Maybe they used to be? Was she blind now?
…Oh.
She’s blind…
With the sudden realization, Vincent did not hesitate to continue staring at her. If it were for any other reason, it just might have been creepy.
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Post by Leta on Aug 30, 2011 6:56:11 GMT -8
Maintain your composure...
Leta broke down on the inside. He was looking for his sister. If he was watching her carefully, he might see her tense up a bit, her lips pursing together... She wanted to walk away and never look back; not give a second thought about this guy and his problems. However, something stopped her. She took an uneasy step back, trying to pull away, but not leave. She didn't exactly want to abandon someone who knew what it felt like to lose a sister... but she had no idea what to tell him.
A wave of compassion completely drowned out her apprehensions. Her shoulders slumped from their tense state, and she sighed.
"I wish I could help you," she said quietly. "I know how that is."
She began toying with the ring on her right middle finger. She wouldn't be able to help him. Not without the ability to see.
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 30, 2011 12:26:56 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]High Hopes[/shadow]
She seemed… anxious, all of a sudden. Vincent’s hopes sparked upon noticing the girl’s subtle emotional change— did she recognize that it was him? He paused and his mouth hung quietly ajar in the few moments it took for her to reply.
"I wish I could help you,
I know how that is."
His brow furrowed slightly, disappointing doubt creeping up on him once more. What did she mean by that? Vincent stared down at his cigarette, a look of pensive concern washing over his face; if the girl could see, his inner turmoil would be apparent.
“…Did you ever have a… sibling?”
He’d take another shot at it, just to be sure.
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Post by Leta on Aug 30, 2011 19:03:07 GMT -8
Why was he talking to her? And of all the things, about siblings. She made a face at the floor, and inhaled more of her cigarette. She could really use that beach right about now.
"I lost my sister a few years ago."
She finally let it out. She's told only one other person about what happened, and that was her house mate, Eve. Memories of that day immediately flooded her mind, drowning any rational judgement.
63 fucking steps.
Misery smothered away any other visible emotion on her face.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Beginning to go weak kneed, she put more faith in the wall she was leaning against.
She didn't even scream.....
.....
She closed her eyes, trying to recover her composure. Once again, she threw the memories into the back of her mind, and stood up straight. She drew the blankest face she could muster, and took another long drag.
"I really wish I could help you find her," she said to him. "But, I'm simply not capable."
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 30, 2011 21:22:12 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]…Yep. Just a Coincidence.[/shadow]
The hopeful violet gaze drifted down to his feet as Vincent’s heart sank. This girl was not his sister.
“…I’m very sorry for your loss…”
He flicked the dead cigarette away and slipped his hands into his pockets, still staring at his shoes. His face was utterly blank and a dull look was in his eyes. His mouth was a straight line, emotionless. He pushed his disappointment away, as much as it still hurt. It always hurt…
"I really wish I could help you find her,
But, I'm simply not capable."
Vincent sighed, turning his gaze up to look at the sky instead. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to look into her eyes again—even though she was blind, he felt like she could still see him. Too often he felt transparent.
“…I’m sorry to have taken your time, miss.
I just… I thought that you might be her. You have the same hair… color…
…I think.”
He felt foolish now for making such a quick assumption based on such a small detail. Foolish and desperate.
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Post by Leta on Aug 31, 2011 12:44:13 GMT -8
Poor guy. She felt genuinely sorry for him. She wondered how old his sister was, and if she would be able to defend herself in this city. She wondered how close they were, and how far he was willing to go to find her. Leta would do anything to get her sister back. There was discreet heartache in his voice.
"It was no problem at all." she said with a little smile, hoping to lighten his mood. She thought a moment longer, listening for any sort of reaction. He was quiet, with steady breathing. She felt bad for giving him false hopes. She cocked her head to the side, trying to think of something consolatory to say to him.
"You'll find her," she started, a sympathetic smile crossing her face. "That you had the initiative to even talk to me says a lot."
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 31, 2011 13:42:36 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Welp. Moving Along Now, Maybe.[/shadow]
“…Thanks.”
Initiative. He didn’t quite know what to say to that. He had never really considered how far he would go to find her, and he felt foolish and hopeless at times; especially times like this. But he hadn’t given up yet, and as she said, he was willing to appear as a complete ass and a creep and embarrass himself and be up-front with people about it.
“…I hope so, soon. I’ve been looking for at least five or six years, now… I’ve tracked her all the way from San Francisco, but the trail ends here.”
Which could mean one of two things: that she was here in Long Beach, or she was dead. He shuddered at the thought, and lit up another cigarette—he had a bad habit of resorting to smoking in situations that were hard on his nerves. A habit he picked up while he was still in the orphanage, when his nerves were wrecked nearly every day.
“…I suppose I’ll keep looking, then. Thanks again and sorry… again… Thanks.”
Derp.
With that, he would turn back toward the way he came unless prompted to stay, his cheeks turning slightly red.
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Post by Leta on Aug 31, 2011 13:52:16 GMT -8
He's leaving. And she was still lost. Her heart jumped as she reached for his shoulder.
"Wait," she said. Oh, gog. She was doing the one thing she hated most: unwanted touching. She lifted her hand off his shoulder and sighed. "Sorry, uhh... could you tell me where i could find the beach? I've been lost for, I'd say, about an hour now." She made a face at her hand, silently scolding it for acting out.
Bad hand. Bad.
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Post by Vincent. on Aug 31, 2011 15:21:20 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]How Convenient[/shadow]
Vincent only flinched, the cigarette twitching between his teeth and dropping its ash onto his sleeve. If the girl could see, he’d have a mildly dismayed look on his face as he glanced awkwardly at her hand, then the ash. But for all she knew, he had absolutely no adverse reaction to her sudden touch. He did his best to hide behind a small grin, even though she couldn’t see it—but he barely ever smiled, and was terrible at acting normal around females to begin with. The fake smile disappeared.
"Sorry, uhh... could you tell me where i could find the beach? I've been lost for, I'd say, about an hour now."
“Oh, uh… That’s alright…”
Vincent quietly brushed the ash off the sleeve of his black sport coat and looked around. He was silent for a moment, trying to remember where the hell he even was right now. He hadn’t been here for long, but he knew his way around extremely well just because of how much time he’d spent wandering around, searching. The beach was just down the street, actually, a few blocks away from the motel he was staying at.
“…I can walk you part of the way there. I’m going that direction.”
He might as well; morale crushed significantly, he no longer desired to continue his search today.
“…It’s this way,” he said, turning toward where the sun was beginning to set, and then looking back at her hesitantly. He was unsure of how to lead her, because of her apparent blindness— was he supposed to take her arm, or something? God forbid she tried to hold his hand— the very thought of it made him bite down nervously on the cigarette a little bit.
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