my heart is broken [ACTIVE/OPEN]
Characters: Heather Cheryl Mason, anyone who finds her
Content: Confused, disoriented, and slightly pissed off teenager is attacked by a crab!
Location: The Church of the Transfiguration. 1 East 29th street.
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Heather has a bit of a mouth on her and likely won't trust anyone she sees :(
( it is worn out at the knees; )
Content: Confused, disoriented, and slightly pissed off teenager is attacked by a crab!
Location: The Church of the Transfiguration. 1 East 29th street.
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Heather has a bit of a mouth on her and likely won't trust anyone she sees :(
( it is worn out at the knees; )
He took the girl’s tone to heart. Clearly she had been having a bad day, or more than. After spending so much time on this planet, he had grown used to recognizing human emotions when he heard them. Not too difficult to understand now.
< I have no desire to harm you. > His voice, on the other hand... he had none. Instead, his words echoed into her brain, hoping to calm her at least somewhat.
As Aximili approached, the sounds of hooves gradually ceased into the footprints of bare feet over the isle. Light shining over his blue fur, now shifting to a paler, barer complexion. The stalk eyes, hornlike at first, receded back into the curls of his brown hair as if they were never really there to begin with.
This shape, he decided, would cause her less alarm than his other.
“Hello.” He spoke so casually, almost disregarding the banging sounds of the crabs slamming themselves against the doors of the worshipping place. “Would you like assistance?”
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"What. The hell. Is going on here? And where is here anyway?" He was dressed pretty weird to be a member of the cult, but she wasn't going to take any chances. There were other wackos out there besides the Order, anyway.
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What he said was the truth. Things here were strange, even to Aximili. For one, there seemed to have been no history of any sort of alien invasion taken place on this planet. No one even had any idea as to who Andalites were, and this girl’s bewilderment at his Andalite form only proved further of that.
This was Manhattan, but it was not his Manhattan. Judging by her confusion as well, Aximili speculated that this was not the girl’s Manhattan, either.
“As for our situation, I am afraid I do not know. However, that-” Aximili gestured to the banging doorway. “-is a quandary I feel we must address, lest those creatures force an entry, and I have not yet discovered a back route for means of escape.”
He bit his tongue a little too hard with his teeth, trying not to play around with the sounds that reverberated and tingled from his vocal cords.
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Still, she didn't know if she could trust this guy to keep from knocking her out and leaving her for monsterbait while her back is turned, so she shifted her plank into her left hand, gesturing to the door with her right. "After you."
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Without further ado, Aximili obliged, stepping between the pews and began kicking it from one of the rows. He could only hope that his accompanying one had gotten a similar concept. For a start, it would be wise to create a barricade to block the creatures on the outside from getting in. One pew, made of solid wood, ought to be enough to do so.
For an individual, this would be a bit taxing. With another, perchance they could make progress before the entrance broke down before long.
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Once the pew was up against the door reinforcing the broom she'd placed earlier, she backed away, relieved that at least they wouldn't get in that way.
But it also meant unless there was another door, they were stuck. She frowned a little, looking around the church. "Probably too much to hope that they get bored and go away?"
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Not that, according to some human mythos, that the chance was entirely impossible. Aximili just felt it was unlikely for any higher entity to take such favor in their case.
“It is not likely, no.” Aximili confirmed, stretching as he walked back up the isle. He had wanted to put as much distance between him and the door as possible.
They would need to find some mean of escape. Many of these buildings had back doors. Assuming they could find their way through the gloom of this structure, it shouldn’t be too difficult. Should it?
Aximili then looked down, grimacing at his bare feet. “I need shoes...” He remarked quietly to himself.
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Looked like it led further into the church. So not a way out. Great. She sighed, turning around and motioning over her shoulder.
"There might be a broom closet or something that's got shoes. Who knows what people leave in churches." Last church she'd been in there'd been everything from creepy recreations of her Dad's room in their apartment to Alessa's schoolroom. She hesitated, pressing her lips together and knitting her brow, considering him. So far, he didn't seem like a total creep. Still. Was she Heather, or Cheryl?
I'm not hiding anymore. She shrugged her shoulders in a minute gesture, tilting her head.
"My name's Cheryl."
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On feet, travel through the grungy city was slow-paced and weak. On hooves, with his Andalite legs, he could travel much faster. Evasion of those crabs was laughable. Unfortunately, the most recent transition between forms had ripped his last pair.
Because it seemed like a good idea, particularly with his weak, human hands, Aximili sought an object for mean of defense himself. Hopefully he would find such a thing deeper into the church, as he stepped through the door before the girl, with suspicions that she did not want to place her back to him. Understandable.
Aximili then looked at the girl. She seemed troubled by something; he didn’t know what. Some people, particularly in these scenarios, preferred not to speak of such things on a personal level. He didn’t hold it against this girl, who at last introduced herself.
“Cheryl. My name is Aximili...” He paused, recalling how his name was such a mouthful on the human tongue. “You can call me Ax.”
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Moving down the hallway she looked from side to side, half expecting another one of those weird monsters to come popping out, or something more native to her special brand of freakshow. She kept Ax in her peripheral vision, but she didn't ever actually look at him.
After a moment or two of silence, Cheryl glanced briefly over at Ax before looking back the other way again, clicking her tongue against her teeth.
"So. D'you have any idea how I got here?" Some answers in that respect would be nice.
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Ax moved on ahead, squinting through the darkness for something, anything that could be used as a weapon. Shoes had become another priority as well. His feet were cold against the floor; he shifted and tried to stay in carpeted areas more.
Upon Cheryl’s question, Ax hesitated. He glanced to her quizzically. Had she not known? Perchance she had just arrived, too. From what he understood, they were not the first ones to find themselves in such misfortune with more questions than answers.
“I do not know how. So far, no one here appears to have any idea. Communications on the outer limits of the city have been cut off, but chances are you probably arrived here in a manner similar in which I did.” Key word was similar, as he sincerely doubted Cheryl had been aboard her ship one moment, and the next wandering the desolate streets of a post-apocalyptic war zone on Earth. “You just wake up here.”
Plainly speaking.
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Sighing quietly she touched her forehead with her fingers, squinting her eyes shut briefly before looking down a hall as they passed. "My head's killing me." It was making her uneasy, but the pounding in her head now was a different sort of pounding than what she experienced in Silent Hill. It was less malicious and more "all-night bender." Dropping her hand she looked back over at Ax again, her gaze holding this time.
"So there are other people around? The city looked pretty vacant from what I saw." In the minute and a half when she wasn't running for her life. "Do you know what happened to empty out a big place like New York, at least?" She was trying not to sound completely annoyed, but it wasn't exactly working. Cheryl had never been particularly good at masking her emotions.
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Sometimes when even their words failed them, Ax was still lost in their culture. He looked at her with a hint of confusion. People lived more dangerous lives than he previously suspected, if one’s head were given the possibility to kill them! She didn’t look like she was dying, however, so maybe it was one of those figure of speeches. Ax would have to read up on it if he wanted to understand. It felt like he had been away from this planet for so long.
Cheryl’s question was a reasonable one. Ax looked up at the ceiling a moment, biting his lower lip. Most of his time had been spent researching and salvaging for goods. He caught things here and there, though.
“I believe there had been an exodus. The fact that there are no newspaper headlines indicating as such and the state of the city leads me to believe that this attack was abrupt.”
He then blinked at her, completely oblivious to how annoyed Cheryl must have been by all this. “But yes, there are others.” For Aximili, he was more intrigued by all of this than anything. He had theories, and so far no answers.
Regrettably.
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This was not normal.
Her eyebrows furrowed again and she crossed her arms across her chest, holding onto her upper arms with either hand. She'd been so keyed up from being attacked by some weird creature that she hadn't had much time to notice it was cold. Now that she'd calmed down considerably, the cold was sinking into her bare skin, and she wished she'd had something warmer on.
Not that Silent Hill had been much warmer, but it had been summer when she'd picked the outfit out, back when things had been normal and the biggest thing she had to worry about was some stupid thing her dad had wanted her to get while she was out shopping.
Shaking her head and pulling herself back to the present she tilted her head either way, trying to decide if she should ask about the other people around, or the attack. He didn't really seem to know much about the latter, she could probably ask someone else. Or just find a way to get the hell out of dodge and leave that as is.
"Just... a couple people, or a whole city's worth?" She didn't know how much of a difference that'd make, but the more people there were, the more likely Douglas was among them. Maybe.
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No one claimed Ax to be a bearer of comfort.
With a little luck, there were a few pieces of information here and there that Ax managed to gather on his own. The fact that there had been an attack proved to be of no surprise to him. Then there concerned the bizarre nature of those who just appeared in this city; people from different times and places...
Just one more glance told Aximili that Cheryl was deeply troubled by the delivery of this news. Who wouldn’t be? Since when did finding out that one was prisoner on an island with no real justification good news to anyone? Even the more daring of their species would not find any humor in this.
What would they have called this?
Ah, yes, a joke. One in poor taste, at that.
He wondered if Cheryl was just like them, but she also appeared to be a normal girl. Then again, Aximili, in this moment, appeared to be a normal human just like her. That must’ve said a lot, if there had been anything said at all.
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No, this wasn't Silent Hill. This wasn't the doing of the Cult, or anything like that, she was sure of it. But it was still weird and freaky, and she was upset.
She was silent for a long minute afterwards, her mind turning over his words and mixing in her own frustration. She just wanted to go home. Bury her father. Try to get back something of the life she had.
"This is so messed up." She muttered, her eyes on the floor. It was dusty, she noted, obviously no one had been here for quite a while. Letting out a heavy sigh she rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, before looking away from Ax again, as if the wall was incredibly interesting.
"What about those monsters outside? Where did they come from? What are they?" Some freak experiment gone wrong, something, anything that could be explained by something besides some crazy bitch's dark powers influencing their creation. Really, some good old-fashioned scientific explanation would be refreshing right now.
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