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sorry for not having posting any replies / starters in a while, iâm so busy w/ uni. just today i need to attend a wine and cheese party with possible future employers (help meeeee) after my translation class, plus a conference on networking. anyway, just writing in french tires me. t - tÂ
     anna, and a stranger â  sheltered by the dark blue of her umbrella â wait at the intersection, though at this hour not the throbbing of a single car could be heard. however slight was the breeze, it carried the sound of old water snaking through the cityâs puzzle of pipes, and leaves, or waste, softly tumbling in the distance.Â
     overhead a large lamppost is buzzing, that is before the rain begins again. naturally averse to being wet, anna inches closer to the woman: mousy measly steps that she herself does not notice. then the light turns green, annaâs hand grabs the stranger by the elbow, holds her back. Â
      « oh ... hm, a- are you going this way? »  she means ahead, where her index points momentarily. « if you are... i think thereâs enough space for the both of us, under your umbrella. »  annaâs eyes, sweet and dark become apologetic, seeing as sheâs obviously startled her. « ... if thatâs not too much trouble! »  even if her grip weakens as she speaks, her arm stays connected to the other, for emphasis. the girlâs face, whose profile she could only see before this moment, has an air of honesty, her eyes are almost too clear.Â
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ofvaliancy:
there was a lot of noise but lucy canât pinpoint what it all meant. it was important, she knew, something important, something big happened, but she couldnât remember what it was. there was crying, shouting, and lots of dust in the air. the noise sounds like itâs coming from underwater, and lucy looks around forâŠanything, anything thatâs familiar, anything that rings a bell ( wasnât she with eustace? werenât they meeting peter and ed? ) and soon she spots, not a family member, but a friend.
anna was being dragged away, and lucy can only follow. there was something red upon the girlâs brow and people kept crowding around her â ugh why couldnât they just go away?  âanna whatâs going on?â lucy asked, or at least thought she did. she kept close to her friendâs side, following along as they moved away from the dust and distant noise.
     itâs all shrillness. and movement. a crowd â so tight and near it feels trapped in her head; the only body part she can get a hold on, and even, barely. too many hands are on her, itâs impossible to deduce how many bodies carry her own. soon the natural yellow of the outside, in an unexpected flash, becomes white, heavy on her eyes. the pain surfaces, then  â she gasps â every joint of her cringes. it gets worse with the coughing, she fears that her skull will crack like glass, that her ribs will slowly open in fissures.
      through the shuffling, she hears a tone, more so than a voice, a rhythm so particular to lucy that it reaches her, even with her condition. most of her tension disappears, hearing it. her mind remembers the cozy interior of the train, and then...? she canât think, as she feels herself slouched over a mattress, more poking around, her hair being parted. did something happen on the train?Â
      she is hurt, lucy is fine. but she was fine too, there is nothing to understand.  « whatâs happening, »  anna complains,  « whatâs happening..? » her shoulders roll left and right, fighting against her limp mind and limbs. she doesnât realize, but the hurt is not simply in her flesh, it goes deeper, « does my sister know? »  she asks, panting, whining like a sick child. anna didnât think lucy would come, and stay with her, even if she was hurt or ill. they hadnât really come together. and it makes everything feel odd, that she came, like itâs not real...Â
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it begins with a few blinks, eyes clouded with confusion as they peer at you â until realization clicks, hard, like the sound of a gun being cocked, and they offer an oh, hey stiles. like it didnât tear straight through your heart; like it didnât seize up in your stomach, twisted and unwelcome, eating you from the inside out. THEYâRE FORGETTING YOU, slipping through your trembling fingers, and you can do nothing but watch your own murder. // ©Â
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shescunniing:
     No, this is ridiculous, youâre just asking for trouble.
      The voice of reason echoes in her mind over and over as she studies the woman near her, and she knows this is going to get her into trouble. True, she doesnât intend to rob her, for even Chel the selfish has a bit of humanity left in her, but she doesnât want to get involved with someone who might bring her even more complications.
    But the woman seems so lost; it reminds Chel of a small little lamb without anything ahead of her to guide her. Perhaps thatâs what bothers her the most, for Chel cannot tolerate weak people. Even soâŠwell, if she were a man, the woman wouldnât even bother looking twice at her, for sheâd know there is nothing of interest she can offer, but she still has aâŠletâs say soft spot for women, as stupid as it might be.
     With a heavy sigh, trying to push away the scolding voice that still resounds in her mind, the one that says âsteal her belongings and run awayâ Chel approaches the stranger, eyebrows furrowed and wary steps, âHey, you need some help?â
      itâs needless, that she kneels by the display stand, slouched all over the aisle: that her arms cradle the poor cracker boxes like one would a loverâs injured body, soon to capitulate. but even if she put her whole might in reconstructing the stand, it would not be done until a few hours, and it would not be properly done, anyways.Â
      and though she knows only an ass would leave without noticing an employee, thatâs still a bit... a bit embarrassing. oh but then, a womanâs voice that, for a second, sounds as frightening as a roar makes everything she had just accumulated in her arms drop. « oh, »  she says, not bothering to turn her head towards the stranger, « would you? i mean. i do need some help but maybe thatâs not... oh wait! are you an employee? yes! yes! iâm so sorry, i tripped... and i donât see very well. i donât see much at all, so... »
      anna makes the effort to stand, dusts off her designer overcoat with her small leather gloves. she dislikes wearing anything to cover her hands, itâs strangely suffocating, but itâs cold out already.Â
saltekou:
â  do you need help with those ? i mean, my hands are free, so i could carry them for you, if youâd like.  â
    « oh.. thatâs -- sure, yes.  »  as she replies, anna catches in extremis one of the ball his voice prompted out of her arms. over ten of them, flashy and pressed against her chest, that was enough of a âredâ signal, especially since they kept falling out. bending over to retrieve them meant losing more along the way... sheâd just go back later.    one day sheâll learn not to do everything all at once; all in one go. just not today.  «  thank you, »  she says, passing the balls,  « thereâs just so much of them. and these balls are kinda squishy so itâs harder to grab them right... »
         wow, anna. way to be weird.Â
reindeerwhispered:
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âWhoa, whoa,â heâs quick to call out, hand darting out to grab the girl by her wrist. Itâs to prevent her from almost running into the pole ( what a hazardous place for a pole, really ). âMight want to mind that pole there.â
      « oh, wow. yes. that -- yes. »  she can feel her voice bouncing against the dull grey of the pole, colder from metal, an inch, or maybe two, thatâs not the question, from her face. anna swiftly moves back, and liberates her wrist while sheâs at it. maybe she wouldnât have minded the grabbing  so much had the guyâs haircut been... not this blond mess.  «  thank you! iâm curious though, âyou speaking from experience? »  itâs not long before sheâs recovered from the fright, grinning with a hint of mischief.Â
     «  itâs her? »  yes, itâs her, the carrot top hans vaguely gestures towards; the other anna who stands near, both arms describing better than words (jumbled she assumes) whatever sheâs on about.... her friendâs eyes are just that wide.  «  thisâll look like a set-up if we just -- »
      «  well, this is a set-up. you set this up. »  hans cuts her, and she knows heâs scoffing because sheâs worrying about her first impression, worried that sheâll not find any resemblance -- hans does have some sense, but for kristoff sheâs not too sure -- and so what if itâs a set-up, right? she just wants them to meet in a pleasant, controlled atmosphere. with shared friends to save the day. just in case it gets awkward; which, they both agree, is a legitimate concern. « i donât know. i really donât see it... sheâs definitely shorter than me and i donât wiggle around that much. come on. »
       « ooooh, trust me, you do. besides you havenât seen her face yet. »        « anna is a very common name. very. »  annaâs nose is already too close to his.        « jesus. all you have to do is say hi. »        « fine! but iâm just doing this so i donât regret. this is a scam. »  her index pokes his chest.
    when the two of them get into anna #2 and kristoffâs space, the latter is quick to greet them. « seems like you guys were fighting over there, »  the other anna finally turns and she stares, feels herself staring, but canât budge her pupils, or face, or body away. «  ahhhhhhhh, no, no, no!  »  she assures shaking head and hands, eyes still on the vibrant ginger of anna #2âČs hair. Â
   « sheâs always like that, »  hans says too seriously.    « ahah, no. heâs just kidding. »    « anyway... hi! »  and there is no ambiguity to whom anna addresses this charming, flowing âhi.âÂ
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maidofwinter:
       She doesnât understand why sheâs still thinking about it. It was nothing much, they told her to cut and she did, she did only what someone  e l s e  told her, and yet, the ADRENALINE, the excitement doesnât seem to be leaving her any time soon.  â I did that. â  Itâs weird to speak the words, it doesnât feel like it was actually her, like her memories are covered in some film that wonât allow her to see them properly, to FEEL them properly. But theyâre there.  â I did that. I saved someone today. â Â
       A smile is on her lips, the kind you canât shake off no matter how much you try. Itâs not pride, itâs not some calling, her only purpose is to get board certified and then leave to make her own family, her own happily ever. But for a moment, this makes her happy in ways she could  n e v e r  find the words to describe. And sheâs an English graduate.
     « What kind of saving? »  It must be the eventful kind, with the salience of Sansaâs cheeks and insubordinate smile, but Anna cannot further guess. Was it some sort of heroic leap, budging a passerby from charging headlights? Belated cry from the tires, chest slamming the other to safety, all of this in like, two, or three seconds, she imagines thatâs how it went. It must be some sort of reflex, in such a situation, a feeling so shocking it either freezes or pushes you, Sansa the latter. A reflex you never knew you had in the first place. Now Anna looks at her like any child would at 9AM clutching a book as large as her chest, thick with cardboard pages. « Iâm sure itâs hard to explain â but try! »
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adastrals:
          shiroâs not fully aware of what happened until a weight lands on his thighs and he looks down, sees the fallen carton. it registers then â the shaking of his hands and the empty chair beside him. warmth lingers in that spot, and the smell of something he canât name, but it has him dropping his food to the table, rising, stepping outside. a thin hoodie with more holes than is practical does little against the rain but shiro pulls his hood up anyways, hands stuffed in the pockets as he makes his slow trek over to the occupied corner.Â
         his senses may be duller than they were in his prime, but this womanâs body language reads like a neon sign. awkward, awkward, awkward. for her sake, he pushes such observations to the back of his mind, stops before her far enough to be polite, yet let his low voice be heard over the rain. he smiles, too, quick and brittle, even though he knows she canât see. itâs a habit from brighter days, one he clings to. some good parts of himself he wonât lose.
Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â ïŒ ââââ sorry if i startled you. i didnât mean to. i probably should have said something right away ââââââââââ  sorry, again, for that. Â ïŒ Â rain beats down relentlessly on his shoulders. shiro canât remember when he stopped standing so stall, hunched down instead.  ïŒah & my nameâs shiro, & well, if youâd like, you can come back inside. i wouldnât mind the company. iâd really appreciate it, actually. Â ïŒ Â Â
     «  shiro...  »  from the tip of her lips, she mutters his name.     giving him, surely, the impression that sheâs one mad woman; who tolerates the rain and speaks only loud enough to hear herself. itâs with one long gulp that has her chin raising, black sticky hair dragging on her neck, that she says  «  if thatâs how you feel  â  then yes, okay.  » Â
  company is too big a word, if anything sheâs a late-tv partner with no notion of sharing. when the old man was still there, sheâd comment on the storyline, nose almost pressed to the screen, and heâd neither agree nor disagree ( she didnât mind, his voice buried the actorsâ ). whenever she asked it of him, heâd describe extravagant clothing and scenes with no care for details. anna couldnât quite picture the outrageous wealth of many of these characters.Â
   if only she could reach through the screen, curl her hand on the rich protagonistâs chest, just to brush her fingers against the satin of his pocket handkerchief, up to the smooth curve of his jaw and skin. instead, sheâd hear the echo of hot tires on cement, drunk friends shambling about the street while she tried to ignore the stink of the parking operatorâs breath. ah, itâs all coming back to her now.Â
  once they get back inside, anna sits with her legs pressed tightly together, both arms resting over the crack of her thighs. «  thank you,  »  she says,  «  i donât like the rain,  »  something anna needs to clarify. «  well,  i donât like to walk under the rain. since i canât hear well.  »  already, sheâs smiling, because sheâs always been very accommodating, knowing she wouldnât live as easily if she did not make an effort to be pleasant. « what time is it? »  itâs abrupt, her question, as abrupt as the thought that the drama mightâve begun without her.Â
Steps taken into Annaliseâs humble ( though perhaps PROUD was a more fitting term ) abode. Welcomed by a new face she immediately took as competition, perhaps a new student to possibly replace one of them in the internship. âWho are you?â Letting it slip out more casual than what the momentary panic may induce. The anxiety quickly soothed through a mask of confidence, one of the top students in her grade, riding by scholarship more than anything really, and definitely better prepared than some in the group who seemed to get in through favoritism or their daddyâs position and money. She had earned her spot, and Michaela was not going to let it be ripped away.
    the purse is a gift, all gloss leather, elegantly held by a thin strap; one she pinches and stretches like a toy hooked over her stomach. on anna, the antique seems out of place, as if sheâd borrowed it from her auntâs closet. and thatâs how she waits here, rather inoffensively, shy looks away from the ground, chapped lips pressed tightly. someone in this room will answer the question.      though, finally, the blatant silence points to her, « oh me? iâm anna, i â  annalise needed an interpret for this case.. so here i am, » she blinks, « is that why weâre here? âcause iâve no idea, really. »  annalise couldnât share much info over the phone, just that she had to be there by eleven am. « iâve never done that kind of job before, i hope itâs not too intense, » she laughs, relaxing a bit, « hopefully no good cops and bad cops... and no jigsaw killer types... »
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