Post by Kyla Valez on Feb 29, 2012 19:05:35 GMT -5
"Speech." - "Quote." - Thought. - Action.
Oh, Twilight Town... Despite having been there for two months, it could not compare in any way, shape, or form to Earth; even the small towns and cities of Earth had bustled and fussed so much more than this unbelievably calm city. There was very little to do in terms of adventure - at least, for adults. For children and teenagers, there were matches that showed off one's prowess with weapons and jobs and chores that merely exercised their strength and other skills. But for Kyla, there was nothing in this world. There was nothing at all.
The light of sunset, red and gold like the lips of a distant fire, began to kiss its way down the horizon, slowly lowering the silent, peaceful city into. In the distance, at Central Station, trains began to settle down to sleep through the night. The lazy city was quickly beginning to abandon its daily endeavors in search of much needed rest. For some, however, sleep would not come; Kyla ranked amongst those who would not be able to sleep. If she slept any longer, she was certain that she would end up some mindless zombie.
It had been two months since the storm in the desert. It was fortunate that, now, Kyla could barely remember any of it. In her panic and terror and fear of losing her soon-to-be-husband, it seemed that she had lost or momentarily misplaced her mind. The night was mostly a blur. She remembered the ruins, the strange ancient weapons, the monsters, and then... well, all she remembered from then on was running, and then darkness. She had awoken God knew how much later on something known as a Gummi ship that could travel from world to world.
Accepting that there were multiple worlds was still hard to do. It was near impossible for Kyla to believe that this Twilight Town was actually its own little world somewhere in an infinite universe - no other cities or towns on it, as Earth had. Just.... Twilight Town. Yet, for something so little, it seemed so endlessly big without Micheal... They had been nearly inseparable, and a bit of friendly competition between the two archaeologists had resulted in a bit of spice and high-quality work between the two of them.
There was nothing to be done on this world. For two months Kyla had merely been sharing her rescuer's spare home and trying to recover from the shock of the desert, the loss of her fiancé, and the realization that there were worlds outside her own. Kyla was born to make realizations and discoveries, however; she had made it over the first and third of the list quickly. The second... well, loss of love was a difficult thing to recover from. She did her daily duties, keeping the little cottage clean and keeping it stocked with food and supplies, but there was nothing in Twilight Town for her.
Night time fell upon the town quickly. Stars glistened in the dark navy sky, shimmering and dancing, but those were no longer stars to Kyla... they were all worlds. To think that human earthlings had been so wrong about what was beyond their atmosphere... It was stranger to think that their atmosphere was now gone forever from existence. The archaeologist lay in her bed, shrouded in darkness, these thoughts eluding her sleeping mind. She wore a mid-thigh length pale violet t-shirt, and beneath that, black boyleg panties. Her shimmering platinum blonde hair spread itself over her shoulders and the pillow, acting as another blanket.
The woman of twenty-four had her body wrapped around a pillow that had, at one point, been beside her head; sleeping soundly, she clung to it as though it were her very life she were clinging to. Her face was buried in its soft cotton, and she seemed content to hold it. In her dreams, it wasn't a pillow she was holding, but merely Micheal. She had been told before that it was next to impossible that he had survived the destruction of Earth, but dreams were desperate little things which she could not control.
It was no particular dream - it was nothing memorable, but her mind told her she was holding him, not a pillow. Those dreams made her cling to false hope. Part of her hated those dreams, but that part was locked away deep down. Every other part of her literally ached for the dream to come true. She wanted to hold Micheal again - if nothing else, then just see him or know he was okay, but it was not what the world had designed, she knew, and she would accept it... at least, in her waking hours, she would accept in, but when the witching hour rolled by, she could not sit still.
A little clock in the living room let out twelve little chimes; those short, inconsistent sounds made Kyla turn in her sleep. One arm reached out, stretching in her sleep, and it touched the edge of a beside touch lamp. The lamp was illuminated by her accidental brush against it. Light suddenly filled the room, and immediately the sleeping woman recoiled, being pulled from her dreams as she brought her arms close again. She pushed the pillow away from her, her head heavy and tired, and she opened her eyes.
The light continued to blaze in the room like some sun in the night, and after what seemed like only moments of dazed confusion, the woman was finally able to make sense of the sudden appearance of this light, and by that point, the clock in the living room chimed once; half an hour had gone by in what seemed like only a minute or two. The sound awakened the woman fully, and she reached out to touch the lamp again, turning it off. She stared into the darkness, then out of the skylight above her head.
The moon and stars looked quietly down upon her, and she stared back. After some time of laying in bed, the woman turned sideways on the bed then, picking her knee-length jean shorts up off the floor and pulling them on. Socks and plain white walking shoes soon followed. After a moment, the woman stood, pulling off her shirt and putting a tank top on. She was exhausted, but something made her want to get up and go out. Something about a night in Twilight Town seemed inviting on this particular night...
Kyla slowly but surely made her way out the front door of her home and into the warm night air. As she shut and locked the door, the clock in the living room chimed one. She turned and began to walk all through the winding streets of the town, no particular destination in mind and no attention being paid to where she went or how to get back home. the streets were empty, abandoned, and peaceful, but Kyla was relieved to feel the her gun and its holster on her hip whenever she moved.
At last she became aware of a definite destination; the Tram Common met her gaze. The tram was, of course, closed at these peculiar hours, so the commons were empty and completely devoid of life. With a sigh, Kyla began to wander, walking in the path of the tracks and singing softly to herself. "The words have been drained from this pencil - sweet words that I want to give you... and I can't sleep. I need to tell you goodnight..."