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green day music softly plays making this OPEN log immediately nauseating

Mar 21, 2011 20:43

WHO: Zelgadis and YOU
WHERE: OUTDOORS
WHEN: THIS WEEK, ANY TIME.
WARNINGS: aruughhhhhh so uncuuuured
SUMMARY: experimentating but not in the way you think
FORMAT: no

( WALKING ON THE BOULEVARD OF BROKEN FAAAAACES )

† juudai yuuki | supreme king, terra | esper terra, zelgadis | greywords, † chane laforet | mute girl, *open

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GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR WORDS OF EVERY LENGTH inthirds March 22 2011, 16:55:16 UTC

Zelgadis had had to stop and give himself something other than more people to look at. That was why he was there, back against the wall of the insurance building and head tilted up just enough to give himself a view higher than the bodies bustling this way and that around him. At that angle, all he could do was assume gawking, not actually confirm it.

He didn't register the sounds of runaway fruit or any light impact they may've had bumping into his shoe, but he was very quickly aware of the space taken up by a body drawing close at a pace much less self-absorbed and hurried than the others making their ways. It became a double-take, his fast glance to his side partnered with a jolt back to reality bringing his whole head back down to turn and stare back at the girl staring at him. It was immediately an alarming and uncomfortable moment, given the many conclusions he could draw from all that.

Quickly eager to not be the center of focus, Zelgadis whipped his head the other way, looking for something that was perhaps the real focus of that stare, naturally not finding it. His stiffened shoulders started to sag a little at that, slowly looking back over with a grimace. Was it too much to hope she'd just make her remarks and leave him alone?

baillonner March 22 2011, 17:11:09 UTC

When she had reached the apple that was furthest from him, Chane repositioned the bag against her in a more fastened manner, allowing herself to crouch down to her knees properly and as lady-like as possible. She retrieved the fruit in an almost meticulous manner, blinking slowly at Zelgadis as she held the fruit up. Her eyes left him for a moment, examining the object in front of her to ensure its cleanliness and lack of bruising, and she figured she could just peel all of the apples in a practical manner. That way, concerns of sanitation weren't really an issue.

When she brought herself to stand upright, she noticed a displeased look on the man's face, and wondered if it was because she had just plucked an apple off the ground and put it back into her grocery bag. She took a few steps closer toward the apple by his shoe, her gaze flickering swiftly back from the apple to the man.

What would be the polite thing to do in a situation like this?

inthirds March 22 2011, 22:00:51 UTC

It took a second longer to register just what she was doing, recoiling a bit more than what was necessary to edge out of her way.

"Oh." Oh. Something fell. The seconds ticking by past that were more than enough to start to feel foolish; it was already too late to do much to help her out. Well, damn.

When he realized he was being looked at again, he averted his gaze, a hand settling on the back of his neck awkwardly as he cleared his throat. It was probably rude of him to look down at her at that angle.

baillonner March 22 2011, 22:58:33 UTC

Her eyebrows raise when he speaks, and it seems to register quite slowly what he's referring to with his short verbal epiphany. The gaze drags on for a moment, as she regards him curiously, before bending down to get that second apple at his feet.

When she's up at his level again, she is rubbing the apple against the lacy shoulder of her dress, trying to figure out what to make of this non-interaction.

Maybe I've interrupted something. He seems displeased, but do I care to apologize? I should perhaps give him a kind look. Her thoughts stumble over one another as she confuses herself a bit, shoving the apple back into the bag. When she's done with that, she'll take a step back and a glance down at his feet.

inthirds March 22 2011, 23:51:13 UTC

He was kind of sure he was doing the right thing and trying to mind his own business, simultaneously trying to ignore hers. As she continued to remain, Zelgadis was getting more and more uncertain about that. Was he supposed to...do something? His eyes darted back over, almost wincing. He, too, glanced downward, as if expecting more left to do - something for him to do.

"Uh," he blurted, looking a little surprised he did at all. But hell, he had to go with it. "Everything...okay?"

baillonner March 23 2011, 00:12:32 UTC

This was ... unsettling. Was he trying to engage in conversation? She didn't want conversation. She tried to avoid it as much as possible, because it led to gestures and writing and often impatience from the other end, and quite often she couldn't bring herself to value any sort of engagement. She looked up at him, mildly perplexed, and wondered if she gave the impression that something was wrong.

... Was it the staring thing? Nice had mentioned something about that some time ago. She gave him a slightly apologetic look, before nodding her head, and turned to walk off.

In the wrong direction, because she was so used to New York City by now.

inthirds March 23 2011, 01:04:32 UTC

Zelgadis watched her walk away, baffled and just a little hurt. He wasn't entirely sure what he did wrong - if he did wrong at all, actually. Should he even think on it? Maybe not, but telling himself not to think of it only made him think of it, and so he continued to stand there, head slowly turning and angling up again with a look of bewilderment.

Well.

That went about as well as any other encounter. Sort of.

omg i am sorry for this is the most awkward interaction in history... baillonner March 23 2011, 01:19:35 UTC

Forty seconds later, and Chane's boots clicked timidly on the pavement again, stopping a few feet from Zelgadis. She was looking down once more, shuffling slightly, as this really wasn't her most honed area of interaction. Asking for directions, that is.

NO SHUT UP THIS IS PRECIOUS inthirds March 23 2011, 01:38:29 UTC

The space that had been previously taken up by the strange girl was suddenly...taken up by the strange girl again. Zelgadis forced himself to wait a little before all but whipping his head back over, curious to know if he was going to actually know how to react.

Of course, it wasn't like she was offering much to go on. He blinked, glancing back down at his feet just in case.

No, nothing else left behind...

baillonner March 23 2011, 01:46:05 UTC

Once he's acknowledged her, Chane's body language becomes wrought with trepidation for a fleeting moment. She took a deep, soundless breath, her small shoulders shrugging up and down with the movement as she breaks eye contact to look away.

Perhaps I should ask someone else. Maybe this ...strange-looking man is new to the City, too? I'm nervous. But why? This shouldn't be too much of an inconvenience. When she looked at him again, she frowned and delicately put a finger up, as if to beckon for his attention that she already had.

inthirds March 23 2011, 01:50:37 UTC

He blinked, his head tilting at her movements. Hell, if she was going to say something, she might as well just say something. Or-

His shoulders stiffened at the new look, gulping. Another head tilt, the other way in response to the finger. "Uh...I don't...?"

baillonner March 23 2011, 01:54:40 UTC

Her hand dropped a bit dejectedly, wondering if he was already rejecting her before she could ask for directions. She ended up lost well past sunset yesterday, and had to be found by Claire's impeccable stalker prowess. She was determined not to be a nuisance again.

Her body language shrunk for a moment, and frustration sat between her brows.

inthirds March 23 2011, 02:00:25 UTC

Zelgadis suddenly felt very guilty, but he didn't know what the hell for. He swallowed again, grimacing as he tried to decipher meaning out of a raised finger and an earnest look. Now he knew something was wrong, given her expression and posture. And if she was going to say something, she would've said something, but...that didn't seem to be a possibility.

He sucked in a slow breath, half-squinting as he settled on how to proceed. Obviously she wanted something from him, but damned if he knew what.

"Do you need me to help with something?" he tried, one palm planted on his chest.

baillonner March 23 2011, 02:07:00 UTC

Chane's eyes brightened slightly as she nodded. She gave a couple of pats to her throat to convey that she couldn't speak, before placing her grocery bag down at her feet.

She bent over to reach in it, hand sifting through blindly before a notepad appeared in it. From the bag, she also pulled out a pen, and held the notepad facing away from Zelgadis as she wrote.

inthirds March 23 2011, 13:51:04 UTC

Well, it was a relief that there was something he caught onto correctly about all that. Zelgadis' hand dropped, finding its way back into a pocket as he waited and watched, curious and really uncertain where this was going to lead. Why him, anyway?

baillonner March 24 2011, 00:10:02 UTC

Once she was finished writing, Chane looked over to search Zelgadis' expression. She decided to try and end this quickly, as he didn't seem to be the sociable type.

She flipped the notepad over to show him its contents, but a gust of wind blew the first paper up in the process. Unknowingly, she exhibited her grocery list to him with an expectant stare.

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