Here, it's her. [completed]

[rivetingly]

Character(s): River, Oogie and Larsa~
Content: River enters Paixao and meets Oogie. Larsa comes along and tries to help her flee from him~
Setting: Vanaheim gate
Time: Noon
Warnings: PsychobabbleNone yet.

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[gamblewithlives]

Well, well, well, what have we here?It looked like a gate

[rivetingly]

River had taken a seat under an artificial tree a little ways away from the gate. Her feet terribly hurt. She had been checking out the things that the journal can do, figuring out the network, maps and other things already. She doesn't know for sure yet but she thinks that the journal has a tracking device as well. It is something that the rulers of this place would use to track the people in this place.

Closing the journal, River draws her knees closer to her and places the journal to her chest protectively. Maybe she can find Simon through the network, or Kaylee. Suddenly, new Bug Day Town, if he had anything to say about it-- River stands up abruptly, stumbling a little when she remembers the blisters on her feet.

[gamblewithlives]

The first thing Oogie saw when he entered the gates was a young girl in a red dress sitting under a tree.

Very short dress. Very pretty girl.

Today was certainly looking up.

He strolled up to her, self-confident in his manly ways as ever. He registered that she was tinkering with some little blue thing, made the connection that it looked just like the little black thing he'd gotten at the gate, and filed that train of thought away to make room for something more important - impending conquest of the feminine persuasion.

"Hey, baby doll." He moved to put his arm around her waist when she stumbled - perfect opportunity. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

[rivetingly]

With a gasp, River puts her two arms in front of her face, hands forming loose fists and shivering a little. Pretty. No one ever really told her she was, even though sometimes they tell her without saying anything anyway. It, he, is also telling her that. Creepy crawlies, too many. If she hits him the crawlies will go everywhere.

River lets out a sob while looking around anxiously, trying not to look at Oogie. "D-doing," she starts clumsily, "Looking," she looks into his what-might-be-eyes with head bowed. "Looking for Simon," she utters the words slowly and carefully as if Oogie would not understand if she said it quickly.

[gamblewithlives]

Simon? Who's this "Simon" chump?

Ah, he got it now. Competition.

Well, he'd take care of that soon. Nobody could stand up to his charms, he was sure of it.

"C'mon, baby," he leered at the girl before him, "I can show you a better time than this Simon guy ever could."

[OOC: Late. Tired. Homeworks still unfinished. Coherency failing. One last (regrettably short) post for the night. Thanks for understanding. ^^]

[rivetingly]

Simon? Who's this "Simon" chump? Ah, competition. River makes a face at the thought, scared and rather disturbed. Charms. Bangles and trinkets. She doesn't care much for them, never did. Hesitantly placing a hand on Oogie's arm for balance, she takes a few small steps to put a distance between him and herself.

The leer makes her wince, stumbling back a little in slight fear. "No," she whimpers. "No time," she mutters to him urgently, as if it were a secret shared only between them. Turning her attention to her surrounding again, River staggers away from Oogie slowly, looking around as if searching for something. "Find," she tells him without turning around, "Get found. Keep flying. Jayne kills me different way."

[lil_royal]

Larsa who was still lost caught sight of two people who were quite different from the rest of the citizens, a strange humongous moving potato sack and a confused looking girl in a red dress, maybe lost, like he is. However, after he discerned the situation, he found that perhaps the girl was disturbed by the coquettish flirtings of the potato sack.

Determined to help the girl, Larsa thought asking for directions might be a way to disturb their conversation, and maybe stop the unknown creature's disturbing comments. He walked up to the two people.

"Excuse me, mister. You two look quite unfamiliar to the surroundings. I myself am quite lost. I was wondering if any of you knew the way or is familiar with the place. Or if you do not mind, perhaps we can walk as a party and find our ways around here."

[gamblewithlives]

Oogie still didn't understand a word the girl was saying. Random little phrases and strange names - but did it matter, really? She was pretty and that was that. It was only a matter of time until she was his, he was sure of it.

So he was rather irked when the kid interrupted. Didn't he know a work in progress when he saw one? And why was he talking like a dictionary? Parents probably named him Webster or something, he thought dismissively.

Well, he was the Boogieman. There was no kid alive that could resist his charms - or his scares.

He prepared his scariest glare and turned it on the dictionary-boy. "Buzz off, kid."

[rivetingly]

River whips around quickly when she heard a voice behind her. She did not hear him come closer, which is strange. River hears everything, she can't not. Standing still while fiddling with her hair, River looks on at the properly dressed boy as he makes a lengthy introduction. The boy looks proper, like someone related to the Alliance although he seems too young to be working for anyone.

Tilting her head to the side, her lips form a wistful smile as she looks on at the little boy. One word echoes in her head, his. "Peace," she whispers to him like a name. "I sue for peace," she tells him in an accent similar to his own. River tilts her head to the other side with a smile that is almost sane now, eyes bright and determined.

"The differences between our two lands will fade before the shared dream of men," she explains to him as if it were her own words. Having said that, she smiles victoriously as if she has said something very remarkable.