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Post by risa on Feb 7, 2011 10:39:09 GMT -5
"It Started Out As A Feeling"
Allora stumbled through the dark alley way trying to get her bearings. She’d never been in such a place and to be honest now she was trying to remember how on earth she’d gotten here. A bright light, she remembered being engulfed by such a warm safe light that she almost wished for its return. The world around her had melted away and somehow she’d ended up in this odd place. The buildings here were so different, all cramped together as if the architects were trying to create as many as possible in the small space there was. Her fingers fumbled together as she looked up through her blonde lashes, her light blue eyes focused on the sky and she smiled. At least the stars were out, however few there were at least they still shone, their bright vibrant colours vibrantly storming the twilight sky as they battled for dominance.
Bowing her head as if in prayer Allora mumbled a small wish on her light pink lips before tilting her head back to the sky. This world was strange and an unusual feeling of foreboding seemed to shiver down her spine, as her lithe steps echoed silently off of the concrete floor. It wasn’t a pleasant sound to her ears, though in Allora’s opinion anything was a pleasant sound, she couldn’t afford to be picky. Almost subconsciously a little hand gently brushed the top of one of her ear shades as if checking they were still there. Content they were she moved forward, her light pastel shaded dress flowing slightly in the breeze. She needed some where to rest. Her feet were very sore and if she was to run into trouble she wasn’t sure how well she’ be able to handle it. Sure enough she did have her bow but Allora wasn’t as nearly enough practised with it, not to mention there was no way she could use it in time if a bunch of heartless attacked. Her blue eyes widened softly at the thought of losing to the heartless and she bit her lip gently. I-if she lost it would mean never seeing her mother again and Allora wasn’t about to let that happen.
"Which Then Grew Into A Hope"
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Post by hikari on Feb 7, 2011 11:51:40 GMT -5
And today was like any other. She didn't know how she'd gotten sent back here, but worse then that she was alone and she didn't have anyone to talk to, or start something with. Heartless in Traverse Town? No! Who would have thought? She cracked her neck, and rolled her mag rod between her fingers. She would make up for the lost time she'd spent lolligagging. She didn't know why she had to be alone for this, but whatever. It wasn't dangerous or anything, but it was annoying. She sighed again, and she moved forward into the darker alleyways of the town. It amazed her how things had changed since she had last been here. Nothing was the same really. The stars above her were the same as they had been in her home world, but she was different now then she was in her home world, though they were probably the only thing. She certainly wasn't the same person.
She knew there had to be something she could smash up around here. She rolled her hand, her rod banging into her calf. She could hear steps nearby. She froze, and she listened. Her ears had been trained for listening to the unhearable, and she could go unseen. She pressed her back into a wall, and she began to side step towards the noises she heard. One foot over the other. Slowly, and she began to take slower breaths, and she could hear sounds getting louder. rounded a corner, turned on her mag rob, and she could feel it buzz to life. She moved off the wall, and she moved past the corner and she came to a figure, She raised her rod, and then realized it was in fact another person, not a Heartless.
"It's a little late for wandering isn't it?" She flipped off her taser, and she knocked it against her thin shoulder.
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Post by risa on Feb 8, 2011 17:28:59 GMT -5
"It Started Out As A Feeling"
She excepted the hand that stretched out slowly to help her up, blinking softly she rose up and smiled at the taller girl.
“T-thanks.” she mused softly as she swept over gracefully retrieving her bow and arrow from the stone floor. Her eyes scrutinised them for a split second, inspecting the agile weapon for any sign of damage. She blushed at her actions before turning back to the woman who’d helped her up.
“I-I’m sorry.” She squeaked apologetically, she felt a small pang of guilt for being frightened of the woman. After all it wasn’t the woman’s fault that Allora had been wandering around the town. She was only doing her job it was Allora who’d been in the wrong.
“When they lose their homes?” enquired Allora before her eye’s it up in realisation. It made sense, the last world Allora had been exploring on had been swallowd by the heartless. No wonder she’d landed in such a sanctuary, she was lucky to. If the heartless had taken her then that would have been the end of her journey.
“Oh,” she said softly before shaking her head. “N-no, I came from place named the Hope Hills.” Said Allora, a lithe smile lit her features as she remembered her home.
“And when the heartless attacked I lost my family I’m searching for them you see,” she mused before digging out a small folded photograph from her pocket. The photograph was frayed around the edges and the colour on the right side of the picture was beginning to fade, nevertheless she still had hope which was why she carried the photograph around with her.
“You haven’t by any chance seen them have you?” she asked with hopeful eyes. She knew herself the answer was probably no but it wouldn’t hurt to try.
"Which Then Grew Into A Hope"
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Post by hikari on Feb 9, 2011 11:35:50 GMT -5
She didn't know what she could come upon. There were so many different kinds of Heartless, and she'd seen so few. It seemed for a bit she would be in some type of fight tonight, but once she rounded the corner that changed. She didn't know what the girl was doing out here, it wasn't safe for just anyone to be out wandering, but then again, this place was the place of wanderers, and there was a chance she didn't know anything to this place.
As the girl fell over, she felt her eyes jump to the weapon, and her senses went into a bit of a fight or flight instant, but she knew this girl probably would not have been a threat to her. She pulled back a step or two, and she sighed. The girl started to speak, and she stammered. That was another clue of Kari's she wouldn't hurt her. She extended a hand, "Don't be afraid of me." She said, her voice harsher then she meant it to be.
She really didn't know how she got here? It seemed it was as Kari had thought. She knew the feeling, she'd been there once. She felt sorry for the girl, she really did. "I know the feeling." She sighed, and she didn't want to think of Midgar.
She shook her head, "No trouble." She said with a small smile. "This place3 is called Traverse Town. It's where many seem to end up after they lose their homes. I know it's where I ended up." She said sadly, looking at the ground lightly, almost apologetically. "I take it this place isn't a normal stomping around of yours?"
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Post by risa on Feb 11, 2011 19:22:40 GMT -5
"It Started Out As A Feeling"
She excepted the hand that stretched out slowly to help her up, blinking softly she rose up and smiled at the taller girl.
“T-thanks.” she mused softly as she swept over gracefully retrieving her bow and arrow from the stone floor. Her eyes scrutinised them for a split second, inspecting the agile weapon for any sign of damage. She blushed at her actions before turning back to the woman who’d helped her up.
“I-I’m sorry.” She squeaked apologetically, she felt a small pang of guilt for being frightened of the woman. After all it wasn’t the woman’s fault that Allora had been wandering around the town. She was only doing her job it was Allora who’d been in the wrong.
“When they lose their homes?” enquired Allora before her eye’s it up in realisation. It made sense, the last world Allora had been exploring on had been swallowd by the heartless. No wonder she’d landed in such a sanctuary, she was lucky to. If the heartless had taken her then that would have been the end of her journey.
“Oh,” she said softly before shaking her head. “N-no, I came from place named the Hope Hills.” Said Allora, a lithe smile lit her features as she remembered her home.
“And when the heartless attacked I lost my family I’m searching for them you see,” she mused before digging out a small folded photograph from her pocket. The photograph was frayed around the edges and the colour on the right side of the picture was beginning to fade, nevertheless she still had hope which was why she carried the photograph around with her.
“You haven’t by any chance seen them have you?” she asked with hopeful eyes. She knew herself the answer was probably no but it wouldn’t hurt to try.
"Which Then Grew Into A Hope"
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Post by hikari on Feb 11, 2011 22:38:30 GMT -5
She felt bad that she had upset the girl. She hadn't meant to. She was a bit harsher with people then she realized sometimes. She should work on that. She felt a bit better when the other girl accepted her offer up, and she looked over the bow and arrow as she reached for it, but in this day and age, it wasn't strange to see people carrying around weapons. It was sad really, Kari could remember times back in Midgar where that was never an issue. She nodded as she was thanked, there was no need for it really, but she was welcome regardless.
She was sorry? For what? Inconvenience? It didn't matter, she had worse inconvenience in the office. Reno. "For what?" She asked somewhat perplexed. Kari rolled the magrod in her first, and she began to pad around on her belt for the hook she kept there. She found it, and reattached her weapon to her pants. She looked up as the girl asked something else. She nodded, "The Darkness taking over world after world displaces people, and they end up here. I did, but thankfully enough I was able to find more from my world and ironically from the company I had previously worked for." She rambled a bit, she wasn't generally one to overshare, but she just talked. She looked at the girl as she said she wasn't from here. She figured as much. "I'm sorry about your place." she wasn't sure whatelse one could tell someone after that.
Her family? Kari hadn't thought about the word family in years. The Turks and President Shinra were her family now, but she didn't want her family back anyhow. No good came from them. She looked as the girl began fishing around for something. A picture. She glanced at it, she doubted she had seen them, but she was look regardless. She sighed and shook her head, "I can't say that I have. I'm sorry. I will do my best to keep an eye out though." She didn't want to tell the girl what was lost was most likely lost for good. But who was she to say that really? She'd found other Turks, so it must have been possible.
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