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Well, she'd have to take the tunnels either way. They didn't let her into the station! But even though she was suspicious of the man, she was still curious. She'd not seen him in town before. "They won't let me in, and I can't beat the train. I'm fast, but not THAT fast. I'll take the tunnels and will find you later. I'm pretty good at finding people." She pulled out her daggers--she'd probably need them--and took off towards the tunnels.
They won't let me in, and I can't beat the train. I'm fast, but not THAT fast. I'll take the tunnels and will find you later. I'm pretty good at finding people.
Fearon began to walk into the train... then the thought of that young girl losing her heart entered his mind, all because he decided not to go with her, or literally force her on the train. He gave a disgusted look and turned around. I can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped... can I? he thought to himself. He turned back to the train, and moved his foot foward, and the train doors came shut on his foot. He gave a small yelp of pain as the doors opened again. He kinda limed inside, looking for a place to sit quickly. He sat down and laid his foot across his knee. "Ouch." his whispered massaging it. He looked back behind him, as the train began to shove off, and moved away from the station. He turned back and looked to the ground. Hope I didn't just kill her. he thought.
Fleta began to make her way through the tunnels. She was always cautious not to be caught going through, so that she didn't have to shake the things off her tail. They didn't seem to show up near the entrances to the tunnels, so she usually clung to the shadows and tried to stay hidden. Of course, there were always heartless to look out for, but they tended to have glowy eyes, so you could see them in the darker areas and know to avoid them. Neither the Heartless or the Nobodies were a very big problem as a result. Of course, that all changed if she got spotted. They tend to swarm, and she's just one person.
She continued down the path, but stopped abruptly. There were a couple of nobodies... she didn't know what kind they were, she wasn't Morrisa. But they moved almost randomly and seemed to stretch from one place to the next. The problem was that they shouldn't be there yet. She moved back and took a different direction. She had to be cautious going this way, because heartless seemed to like it... or rather, they did... there weren't many to be seen. They must have moved... She kept going down the path and didn't find many heartless at all. Eventually she made her way to an open area.
She stopped again. That was a LOT of nobodies... and heartless... they seemed to be fighting each other, so she figured it'd be best to leave them alone. She stuck to the outlying shadows away from all the creepy battles and stuffs and continued down her way. She had to go through here, even if it was a bit dangerous. Luckily she got through. She had to love her luck. If there was one thing she was other than fast, it was lucky. Eventually she found her way to the opening to the district the guy had gotten a ticket to.
Fearon ran a hand through his hair as he stepped off the train... worried as hell. He didn't want that girl's blood on his hands. He walked out of the station and into a plaza, it was a pretty wide open area, perfect for a large battle. Well, anyway, he looked around to see above his head the twilight town clock tower. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine the view from up there. But he couldn't get that girl in the tunnels surrounded by heartless and nobodies out of his head, he looked over to the entrance to the tunnels, willing her to walk out.
NOT being seen was something she'd gotten good at. He would have been waiting a while until she'd actually arrived at the tunnels - the train WAS, after all, faster than a person on foot, even IF that person was as fast as she was. As usual, she peeked out first in case someone (or something) that didn't like her was waiting. Oddly, she spotted the guy from earlier. Had he waited on her? Suspicious... Oh wait, Atreyus was known to do that too. He lived over here, after all, and whenever Morrisa mentioned that Fleta was on her way, he always tended to worry and waited for her. It was amusing, really. Maybe she should pretend to take a few steps out and die, just to scare the bejeezes out of him some time. Yeah, that's be great! To bad this suspicious person was out there, though. She waited until he looked away for a bit and quickly made her way out. She went up to where he was and spoke. "You're not some crazy stalker person or anything, are you?"
Fearon jumped at the sound of her voice. He looked down at her from over his shoulder, and gave a sigh of relief. "You're okay." he breathed.
He turned around and looked down at her, cocking an eyebrow at her odd question. "A stalker?" he shook his head. "No, just someone who really needs to stop caring for people." he said, and looked around. Well, she was here, safe and sound, he had nothing else to do. "Well, guess I'm off." he said and began to walk off, toward a kind of alley between two buildings, that formed a street.
Bored, she started to follow him. "It's okay, I've gotta friend like that. I swear, one day he'll worry himself to death. So, what's your name?" She was staring to ease a bit. It looked like he was being sincere, that and he reminded her a little bit of Atreyus. They had met in a similar manner, though that time, before he knew it, he'd become an accomplice thanks to his concern for her well being. She didn't mean to do anything like that this time. After all, she didn't have a vendetta against anyone for cheating her out of anything this time.
It's okay, I've gotta friend like that. I swear, one day he'll worry himself to death. So, what's your name?
"Fearon Aris." he said to her over his shoulder. "Yours?"[/i] he asked in the same manner. He now walked in between the two buildings he turned a corner and began to walk down a small hill. He walked down, his hair bouncing along with each step.
"Faydra Leanna Elanor Tillie Amarius. You can abbreviate it Fleta for short, though." TOTAL LIE. Her name was just Fleta. But she might as well have some fun with it while she could. Though he was taller, and had a longer stride, she kept up with him easily. Her thin frame made her quite nimble, and all her 'athletic activities' kept her fit and healthy. She was starting to trust the guy more, but if he did pull anything, she could use one of the Bird Wings she'd acquired earlier to blow him away.
Faydra Leanna Elanor Tillie Amarius. You can abbreviate it Fleta for short, though.
Fearon's jaw dropped a bit. He'd expected her to stop at 'Leanna' but nope, she just kept going and going. At the mention of the abbreviation, he nodded. "I think I wiil."[/i] Something, deep within the recesses of his mind, told him she was lying after all, Who would name their kid that? he thought to himself. But he ignored the voice in his mind... then remembered something.
...I got caught after stealing all the concessions...
Stealing... she was a thief. Fearon knew his share of thieves, and they were all good at spinning a web of lies. He stopped and smirked. "Your lying."[/i] he really just guessed.
"Ya think? It's just Fleta." She chuckled a bit. It was such an obvious lie, but people had fallen for it before. Well, some variation of it at least. When that happened, though, the person was gullible enough to think that the 'long name' also implied royalty, and until they realized she was just exploiting them, it was just SO MUCH FUN! "Soo... I've not seen you all that much around here. Are you new here, or did you just get back from another world or something, or...?"
Post by fearonaris on Apr 29, 2009 18:01:47 GMT -4
"I spend a very good amount of my time here actually." he replied to her question. He walked down the hill, and encoutered two ways that he could go. If he took the path in front of him, it'd take him to the marketplace, if he took the one to his right, it'd take him to sandlot. He huffed, not sure of where to go.
"Huh, odd... I've not seen you much... The guy must keep to himself some then. Either that, or he's just one of those people that aren't very noticeable... Eventually he reached a fork in the road. He seemed unsure where to go, so she decided to help him out a bit. She grabbed his shirt and pointed in the direction of the sandlot. "Let's head that direction..."
Post by fearonaris on Apr 29, 2009 22:20:35 GMT -4
He looked down to the girl. "The sandlot? What's going on there?" he asked, then out of the corner of his eye, he saw a poster.
Struggle!! In the sandlot!!
Fearon gave a smile. "Hmm, okay then, to the sandlot![/i] he said and continued down the slope, and turned when he neared the corner. He turned nearly one-hundred-eighty degee's and walked to the small door in the wall. He walked under it, and into the sandlot.
Phew, that was close! She'd swiped breakfast from the shopkeepers in the marketplace. As lucky as she was, she still got caught from time to time, and she could have sworn one of them caught a glimpse of her. She wasn't certain that she'd get caught, but better safe than sorry. What's more... that poster reminded her that there WAS a few struggle bouts going on today. She didn't know any of the contestants, but it might be fun to watch... and perhaps take advantage of everyone's diverted focus... heh heh...
