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Another day for this typical usual world was rolling by slower than the sunset painted clouds. Nothing out of the norm popped off today as the townspeople carried on their merry day of bustling through the Market Street. The day was milder like most, since the Sandlot wasn't holding any tournaments The hype of that died down a week afterwards leaving the world into its humble standstill.
Amongst the busy bees was Olette, but she was all the way near station heights carrying a freshly delivered box from Sunset Terrace. Glass phials and other necessary inventory for the Accessory Shop she worked in clang and chimed against one another as she tried to slow down her steps as she walked down the slopping winding street. It was becoming a gradual norm to spot her without Hayner and Pence. Ever since childhood they were tied at the hips of one another, but as they gotten older that managed to spend sometime apart without feeling deprived. Also with Olette having a job, she couldn't be around them 24/7. At one point the boys nearly gotten banned from stopping by at the shop to chatter unless they were going to by something.
"Mmm they're probably trying to scavenge up some munny too if we're ever going to go to the amusement park," like any other place, sometimes one needed to spend some cash just to have some fun. They explored this place until it was all mapped out in the back of their heads. Even the Old Mansion wasn't ghoulish to them anymore, which they frequently visited to make sure no one was accessing the computers there. They saw Sora come through it, but never leaving it, so they came to the unanimous decision to just leave it be. With that said, the world itself was hardly a mystery to them anymore; the only element that made them hesitate their steps was the every now and then appearance of heartless and nobodies.
It only stimulated wonder of what was going on out there. Precisely thinking along those lines, Olette caught herself staring at the clouds rolling by. She remember being told that when a world fell the sky looses a star. Unfortunately this world was usually cloudy making it nearly impossible to catch a cloudless night to see if that wonder was even true, "Hmm...I bet they're taking care of...whatever out there..."
Or so she said to herself countless of times when she caught herself daydreaming about the outside worlds.
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Perfect.
Post never wanted to leave again. He didn't care about the outside world. He just wanted to stay here and be happy. Still. He needed friends. Like the ones that often hung around the clock tower- it looked fun. Or the ones that played in the Sandlot. They were all young, right? This was their freedom, their time to play. Hell, even school seemed interesting to Post. They had school back on Nova. When he was, well, alive. And he was definitely interested in rejoining. If possible. But that was on a tangent- the main thing was, he was young and badass and wanted to chill with other peeps.
Speaking of other peeps- Post made his way through Market Street, eyeing the shops, and saw a familiar face.
The oncoming breeze tousled her brown hair, but it didn't whip wildly like a free stallion with the neutral brown hued bandana she tied around her head. Today she wore her short beige overall with a plain orange top underneath, while roaming around in white sneakers without any socks on. A foot got caught underneath an uneven cobblestone, and her balanced tumbled her forward with clinks of glass announcing her loosing grace. A squeal managed to wiggle out her bitten down lip, then she looked up bewildered like she was caught in an act once hearing her name.
"Huh," her voice exhaled out in alarm immediately releasing the tension she had. Her head whipped around to until spotting an almost light beige blonde hair. What set her suspicions off was a pair of sunglasses, and her expression fell from a doe in headlights to a pair of lifted brows and pursed lips. She never understood why he wore those things; it was hardly sunny here. Her eyes rolled once reaching her own conclusion.
Boys being boys.
"Hey Post, what are you doing around here?" She asked, while walking towards and past him,"Sorry, have to walk and talk, since I have to drop these off."
She lifted the load in her arms for emphasis as the material bumped against each other. "Are you settling in with everything well, and you did said you had a place to stay right? It'd probably be easier to rent out a room rather than your own flat. I doubt little side hustles will help pay rent; hmm then again, everyone's been pretty sympathetic with world-hoppers and foreigners dropping in by more than usual."
[STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px; padding: 15px 0px 0px 0px;]H[/style][STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #575757; padding: 16px 10px 0px 10px; text-align: justify;]e grinned. Living was the easy part. He threw his hair out of his face, his general apathetic expression adamant behind the dark glasses. He admired the glowing orange and red of the skies as he walked beside her, his gaze sweeping over to her every so often to make sure she wasn't going to trip. Olette was... nice. She was down to earth, he guessed, and it made her easier to talk to. No ridiculous overdramatic tendencies, no mood swings- she was nice. Always so warm, which was basically the direct opposite of himself. Not to mention she knew how to dress. It was all correctly color-schemed, almost artistic in a way.
Post looked down to his own outfit- a simple white and red shirt with beige cargo jeans. Nothing special, but the colors didn't clash. Rule number one- warm with warm. Style wasn't something that required a special eye- anyone could do it. They just had to see it as an art like he did. He put his hands in his jeans, walking beside her. "Real deal, just say something for a bit of help. Looks kinda heavy, yknow?" He gave a small grin. "But as for the whole living thing- I make enough money working around here. Plus, whenever any baddies come around I can do some merc work. You know how it is right?" Pfft. Baddies. He hadn't seen any in a long while.
"For the most part I am looking for someone to chill with on my free time." He nodded slightly. "What do you do when you're not working?"
She shook her head with firm dignity, denying his help, "No no no I'm fine, so continue..."
For a moment she wondered why she'd even asked. Fighting baddies alright, she didn't call him out on that bluff, since she was used to it with Hayner of all people. Well, at least everything was looking up for him; it took some world-hoppers a while to adjust to things, especially if they fit the bill of wanderers, those who lost their worlds. She blinked at the turn of the conversation; he wanted to hang around her...really? Her emerald eyes stared at him waiting for the punchline, but it was hard to dissect him with those glasses on, "Me? Eeeh I help around here from time to time, go home, read a book, hang out with the guys. You know whatever floats my boat. You can always tag along if you like, or just conveniently pop by every time I finish up."
"Luckily enough today, my shift's been over...just running a few errands as usual," she walked all the way to the accessory. With a jingle, she shifted the box into one hand, while the other dug in her pocket to fish out of the keys. After a while the box was somewhat supported by her hip as she tried to wiggled the blasted thing in. With a twist of the knob and a bump with her rear and back, the door swung open, "Just need to drop this off. I can put them up on the shelves later, then I'll have to clear out some grab and litter that accumulated in that vacant lot. I think they're going to start a fresh produce market there, so it'll need to be all squeaky clean for that."
She stretched up with the box in both hands now to tuck it away with little strain, "Soooo plan on sticking around or what?"
[STYLE=float: left; font-family: arial; font-size: 54px; color: #242424; line-height: 48px; margin-right: 3px; padding: 15px 0px 0px 0px;]Y[/style][STYLE=width: 320px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #575757; padding: 16px 10px 0px 10px; text-align: justify;]ou know it!" He said with a smirk. "I mean, doin' jobs is fun and all, but I don't really know anybody round here. Like, talk-wise."
He leaned against the doorway as he spoke, looking around. The place was packed full of odds and ends. Nothing spectacular, but it was still interesting... Kinda like culture shock. Everything was so much different here. It was homey and welcoming, like the rest of Twilight Town. He chuckled. "So this place is legit the most peaceful place in existence. Must've been nice growing up- it's all so otherworldy comin' from this end, yo. But that stuff sounds nice. Oh- and I have a question. What kinda tunes do you dig? Because the music from these other places that I have heard is just amazing..."
"I guess it'd be nice to just hang around with a normal person instead of chilling with the people from my old world." He grinned. "They were pretty much deadbeats."
He almost wanted to explain his amazing pun. After all, nobody could appreciate what would be morbid humor if they had no idea that it was morbid to begin with. You know, Melody and Harmony and all that stuff. Like, with Melodies being dead and all- spirits or whatever. Oh man, that was a knee-slapper. Underneath his shades his crimson eyes twinkled with laughter that he wouldn't let escape. He moved out of the way of the doorway to let his ladyfriend through. "So, we doing anything fun?"
"Oh come on some as cool as you can't pick up friends easily," Olette teased as she dusted her hands out and grab for her keys again, "sounds like someone needs to get out more, and here I am thinking you would mingle well here."
Her gait stopped to tilt her head at him in amusement. Did he really found this world peacefully? It was hard to deny that it was, but there was enough odd things to turn it upside down for a bit. But being the girl to grow up in a such a peaceful town and then be bewildered by the oddities that was kept from her, from time to time she felt like fate cheated her a bad hand, "Oooh all of that depends on perspective, and it wasn't always like that. At one point, it seemed alienated from other worlds. Only recently did everyone started to cross ties."
Meekly with an embarrassed chuckle, she squeezed between him and the threshold, but he got the hint and moved for her as she closed the door behind them and locked up the shop. She shook her head at his question, "Well like my mooom said work, then pleasure. Don't you remember I need to clean the lot. The petitioner who posted the job on the bulletin is leaving the supplies ooout iiin..."
She paused to check the small silver watch on her slim wrist, "oh wow two minutes. So come on, a little work won't kill you, then we can have all the fun we want."
Grabbing his hand, he led him onward towards the lot. During their travels, Olette smiled, waved, welcomed, and bid a quick farewell to all she passed. Along the way, she even got herself rapped up in another favor to do; this girl was never ending, "yes I'll make sure to drop off the anklet tomorrow. If I forget just come by towards the shop okay."
"Are you sure? It's not a big d-"
"Nope, it's fine; I'll have it all done by tomorrow!" Her optimist voice rang brighter than the sunset as she made another promise to fulfill, "Alright, you, just one more turn and tadaaaa!"
With a tug, she pulled Post into the filthy lot presenting it in all of its filthy glory. Liter had accumulated whether it was by Seifer and his crew who comes in and out, swept away by other shops, or blown in by the breezes, "Doesn't it look great! With all this space, I bet it would be booming with business. Now I can just stop by here...get a fresh fruit...an apple, strawberries, bananas. Oooh, or get stuff for an organic salad."
It may have been easy to see from her eyes, but maybe it wasn't for others to fantasize about a produce market in a land filth. There was dust, weeds, and garbage everywhere, "It's going to be perfect, and look there's the stuff there."
Leaning against one of the walls was a pair of brooms, dust pan, weed killing spray, a weed puller, and a garbage can. Olette stared at it, then her hips swayed to lean all one one leg; her left hip stuck out, while her arms crossed over her chest, "Hmm ...too bad there isn't a water hose nearby, because this place needs it. Well, whatcha waiting for? The sooner we clean this up, the sooner we can get out of here, and I can show you all the hot spots at Sunset Terrace if we can catch a train."
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As they entered the trashed lot Post felt the hairs on his neck stand up. It smelled so... horrible! He couldn't even think of a cooler word. Junk was scattered everywhere, ruining his opinion of the clean, comfortable little town. He looked over it for a second and then motioned to Olette. "Hey, stand back," he said with a pompous grin, and his cog-like vinyl tables materialized into existence around him. "I'll use my music- we'll speed this up." The two objects spun slowly, his fingers tracing them until he found the almost untraceable grooves. He felt the tips of his fingers run across them, one hand down hear the edge of the object, the other dotting it near the middle. A low bass surrounded them, with a light melody floating from the mesa's. His grin spread and the coolkid persona seemed to shift slightly, showing a glee that sparked behind the dark veils that hid his gaze.
The air around him pulsed and he waved the tables slightly forward, releasing a low pulse that scattered part of the junk against a wall. Dirt lifted from the cracks in the brick foundations and the trash gave away feebly. The bass pulsed small bits of trash away while the melodies carried a light wind, throwing lighter, floating trash to the ground. This was his ability- his body was infused with music. He turned to his friend.
"I'm nowhere near perfect right now, but I'm happy with just making music. Using my mesa's to control sound was never really my main focus, it was just something that happened along the way."
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Aug 26, 2012 14:20:01 GMT -4
Olette wrinkled her brows at him wondering why he was smiling so big. She silently asked him with her expression, 'what are you thinking?' They were supposed to be cleaning, well she was supposed to be cleaning, not being mischievious. Then her eye widdened at the table he produced. Where the heck did it came from? Next thing she was hearing sounds, a low hum, then a melody.
She could feel a push from the soundwaves as it rustled her hair and pushed all the garabage away. The brunette stared mesmerized; it's as if everything was enchanted to move. Although it didn't move magically and calming, but blowing away dustily with the booming sound, it was still something new and yet...exciting. Once the initial shock wore off, Olette was bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Th-that's amazing. So is this what people on your world do? They just do this every single day?"
