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Post by Leta on Sept 1, 2011 17:44:12 GMT -8
"Thanks," she quietly replied. "I'm sorry to bother you like this."
The way she "grabbed" his attention made her sick to her stomach. She replayed the scene in her head several times, then created an alternate, and preferred scene. One without touching.
She would follow just behind him and off to the side, paying close attention to his breathing and steps. It wasn't that she didn't want to say anything, it was simply that she had nothing to say. Where she could, she brushed her hand along the walls of the buildings to keep her on track, and if there were any poles in the way, her foot would most likely catch it before her face did.
Leta could hear the waves crashing on the shore, when he stopped. This must be where he leaves her to find the rest of her way. It wouldn't be difficult now. All she would need to do is follow along the beach until she reached a warehouse structure, and then leave for home. The sand wouldn't be warm anymore. There was no point in staying out.
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Post by Vincent. on Sept 1, 2011 18:59:59 GMT -8
[shadow=black,left,300]Strangers Parting[/shadow]
“…It’s alright.”
To his relief she looked confident enough on her own, so he began to walk down the street toward his motel, and further, to the beach. He would look over his shoulder often to make sure she was doing alright, but she seemed rather capable so he allowed himself to focus on other things. He seemed to leave a trail of smoke behind him, the thick and warm flavor of the cigarette helping to ease his nerves a bit. His shoulders had started to tense up again and he walked with his hands in his pockets, looking rather uncomfortable. Behind the dark sunglasses, his eyes danced across the heads of the city folk— always scanning, always searching… would it ever end?
Eventually, they made it to the cross-street where Vincent would turn off on to head back to the motel. He stopped at the corner, turning back to the blind girl.
“…It’s one or two blocks straight ahead. Will you be okay on your own from here?”
He looked at his watch, then pocketed his hands again and gazed down the street toward the beach. The sun was setting, and the cool ocean breeze was beginning to waft through the city, bringing with it the fresh scent of salt to cleanse the ever-present odor of cars and people. He had not been to the beach yet, and considered perhaps going later that evening when most of the people were gone, to find some time to relax. Or maybe he would just stay and do his Sudoku. Probably the latter; he was hesitant to try new things.
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