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JUNE 18TH, 2015
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So I put my faith in something unknown I'm living on such sweet nothing But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold I'm living on such
sweet nothing
Aislinn cast one last look at the jet plane, its black exterior makred with no dent or stain except for one- the Altrui logo which she had chosen to despise and renounce, the one thing she promised never to look back on. This would be the last time. She gave the pilot a polite smile, even though she hated him just like everything else that was connected to who she was. She turned and took her first few steps to the new world, her first few steps full of liberation. It honestly felt no different. Perhaps even more uncomfortable given the fact that she was weighed down by a rather large suitcase carrying her essentials.
Aislinn sighed as the she heard the plane lift off, realizing that in the end, nothing was really different. She wasn't expecting a new region to immediately mean kinder people. She continued walking, her suitcase rolling along behind her, and her pink summer jacket flapping in the breeze. She held onto her bag tightly, almost terrified to be walking around without her Munna beside her. If one word could be used to describe her in that moment, walking down from the plain lands towards the small cit of Littleroot, it would be fragile, like the smallest gust of wind could blow her apart.
Her blonde hair drifted in the breeze, and Aislinn kept her eye on the ground- polite. Somehow, though, lost in her thoughts and dreams, she managed to skip the part where one wheel of her suitcase ran over the foot of a stranger.
emil never wanted this life. he doesn't like team magma. he doesn't like doing their dirty work. it felt wrong. he couldn't relate to their ideals and goals at all. he wanted out. and he would have left ages ago if it wasn't for his mother. with the death of his father emil has had to start working to support his mother.
so he had no choice.
but magma wasn't the only thing on his mind. he planned on leaving it some day. maybe switch over to the life of a trainer. and he was lucky that the professor was giving away stuff that would be helpful. a pokemon and a pokedex. wonderful.
he picked them up with no time to spare. and now he was on the way back. but he stopped to check out this sweet new pokedex. he was too lost in it to even notice the girl until she ran over his foot with a suitcase. he could only giggle at the situation.
"ouch. that's a big bag," he pointed. he smiled and waved at her, opting not to go for a handshake. "firs time in hoenn?" he asked.
So I put my faith in something unknown I'm living on such sweet nothing But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold I'm living on such
sweet nothing
The anomaly was felt the instant a voice she had never heard before rippled throguh her thoughts, disrupting and disorienting the world she had sought to create. The ouch spoke for itself- the giggle just added to her annoyance. As he said ouch, Aislinn had already made her swift turn around, and without evening eyeing the person (although she had to admit she was slightly curious about the first human she'd be meeting in Hoenn), she folded her hands and tilted her head in an apologetic bow. One that could be seen as a gravely sorry apology, or, in the not too popular language of Aislinn, a quick escape route for any sort of confrontation.
The person she had slid over with her suitcase made some remark about her big bag, and then quickly thought of a clever way to stike up a conversation. She was already being sucked into society, when all she wanted was sleep. Her own desire for dreaming combined with jet lag created a very uneasy, and seemingly exhuasted laugh that she tried to make seem as polite as possible. It was best not to stand out- being polite was usually the easiest way to be ignored.
"Yes, it is," she said, her soft voice coming out even softer thanks to the lack of practice. She was sure she hadn't spoken since that god awful conversation with her mother, and her voice felt out of place where it could be heard by others. "I'm terribly sorry about your foot," she said, finally looking up to meet the stranger's eyes. Somehow they didn't seem normal, but Aislinn couldn't place her finger on it. There was an outside emotion that didn't immediately relate to malevolence. Oh well. She'd get a connection eventually if she kept this conversation up.
Of course thanks to all her thinking and lack of speaking, she manage to muddle up her thoughts with her words and say the worst possible thing at the moment.
"I'm sorry, I've really got to sleep."
It's wonderful weather, don't you think?
No no no. She said the thing she meant to think and thought the thing she meant to say. Quick, excuses!
"Jet lag," she word-vomited, attempting to salvage what was left. She thought she did a pretty good job, even until and after the point where she gestured to the sky at the large, black and obviously very expensive jet that flew off into the distance. The Altruis put the jet in jet lag and Aislinn couldn't really help but follow along.
his eyes couldn't help but scan the female. tall. beautiful. rich? probably. the suitcase she had was huge and her clothing spoke volumes. but he wasn't one to judge. he could only smile and nod at her introduction.
he laughed and shook his head when she apologized. "oh, don't worry about it. my foot's pretty strong," he joked. really, it wasn't that painful. he was just caught off guard by it. but she honestly does seem concerned about his well-being. it felt nice to have someone care about you, even if it was only in his imagination.
she struggled to produce the right words to say to him. he could see that. maybe she was sleepy? yes. his suspicions were confirmed. jet lag as well. ouch, that sounded rough. he could only express sympathy through his words. "sounds rough," he commented.
he pointed in the direction he was going. "there's a small hotel that direction," he said. littleroot was small, sure, but it does have a few hotels and rooms for visitors. he was heading that way as well. he wondered if she'd be okay with them travelling together.
"need help?" he asked, gesturing to the suitcase she had. he doesn't mind helping her carry it around. it was only the polite thing to do.
So I put my faith in something unknown I'm living on such sweet nothing But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold I'm living on such
sweet nothing
The male was hardly anything in the eyes of the admittedly sheltered blonde who had grown up and was taught to believe that all men were rich and beautiful with the perfect ingredients of tall dark and handsome. He was pale, short-ish and nothing close to eye candy. Which rubbed her far too much the wrong way. It was ventured into unknown territory, and Aislinn wasn't happy with it. None of that showed on her face, however, which was, as always, a plastic painted picture of a beautiful blonde doll.
The joke was also unexpected. Was she supposed to laugh? Panic light flickered on and off until Aislinn decided to settle with the happy medium of a small smile. The man spoke, and told her it sounded rough. The language was not exactly the poison-laced read-between-the-lines-or-die she was used to, but Aislinn internally snickered at them anyway. You have no idea, so don't pretend like you know.
Well his directions were certainly helpful, but Aislinn knew she could have found that on her own if she had been blindfolded. Again, only the picture perfect face showed.
His next words reeked of suspicion. Did she need help?
Possibly. From him? No.
"No, I'll be fine on my own. But thank you for the offer." Soft, gentle, clear. She practically tiptoed away, the little breeze tinkling the earrings she had on (fashioned in the shape of dream catchers- they were the only ones she even liked). She turned back after a few steps and waved kindly like he had done when he had first seen her. Every gesture needed to be returned so that there was nothing they could ask of you back.
She then turned again, blissfully unaware that as she went, a zipper on her suitcase was completely left open and of course her efforts to pull the suitcase along could be seen by anyone with half an eye as completely pathetic.
alright. so the female didn't need his help. he was fine with that. he smiled as she mimicked his wave earlier. "have fun," he replied. he wanted to wait for a bit before going as well. they were headed for the same direction. and he doesn't want to appear like he was following her. so he wanted to wait.
but his eyes caught a glimpse of her suitcase. it was unzipped. no problem, right? if nothing was falling out then good. but then a small bag fell out as she pulled. he shook his head and slowly followed her, picking up the small bag as he followed.
he finally caught up to her as he gave her a light tap on her shoulder. "hey, your bag's unzipped," he said. he held the small bag in his hand and held it up to give back to her. maybe she needed help after all. he smiled and chuckled.
So I put my faith in something unknown I'm living on such sweet nothing But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold I'm living on such
sweet nothing
Have fun, she scoffed inside her as she turned for what she hoped in vain would be the final turn. To be honest, no matter what he said she would probably have scoffed anyway- she had the habit of scoffing internally. She set her misleading violet eyes onto the small town she spotted in the distance horizon. Things were okay, and her thoughts drifted back to her munna and some nice quiet book to read or even maybe a comfortable bed to sleep on. Maybe she'd just sleep under a tree. Freedom was amazing.
But that was when she heard it. Footsteps. He was following her. Maybe he already had a knife to threaten her with. God damn the world was really full of crazy people. She had said goodbye. Goodbye as in adios, as is bon voyage, as in rot in hell. He was deadly close now. She could feel his aura radiating malevolence. He couldn't touch her, wouldn't touch her, wouldn't dare--
A light little tap on the shoulder made Aislinn jump at least five feet high and spin around, completely shocked that her sphere of solitude and strictly defined personal space had been broken. His words didn't register, she just noticed he was holding her bag. Her fingers hastily took it, like a viper with fangs bared. And then what he said registered, and she showed visible signs of relief.
"Oh, oh. Thank you, then." But her mind wasn't exactly rid of all suspicions, even as she carefully bent over to zip her bag, she was meticulously judging the man before her. She read too deep between the lines, but it was a necessary precaution. Her bag had really been unzipped, and no matter how good this guy was Aislinn would have noticed immediately if he had tampered with zippers.
She considered.
"I really shouldn't," she pretended, selling her predetermined politeness a little bit further... "..but if you insist, thank you yet again." Her hand carefully lifted off the suitcase's handle, as though she was hesitating even now, as though the suitcase was a very important part of her life.
In fact, it was. In a single suitcase, unsurprisingly, Aislinn had carried over everything she ever thought important from the Altrui estate. She had been proud of that accomplishment.
yeah. maybe it wasn't such a good idea to be quietly following someone then giving them a nice poke on the shoulder. the girl literally jumped when he touched her. she was scared out of her life. he didn't blame her. if someone was following him and suddenly touched him he'd jump as well. probably do more than jump. punch maybe.
he too felt relieved when she did. he wasn't trying to be a bother he was just trying to help. it's what his mother always taught him; to be helpful and kind to everyone. him being in magma and doing their work goes against that, but it's a necessity.
he smiled when she accepted his offer. huh, maybe people were just scared of him. first impressions were very important, after all.
"thank you," he replied as he grabbed her suitcase and started dragging it along behind him as he walked. it was heavy. probably packed with a lot of stuff. rich people stuff, he guessed.
"the hotel shouldn't be too far away. i'm emil," he introduced, sticking up his hand to give her a friendly wave again.
So I put my faith in something unknown I'm living on such sweet nothing But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold I'm living on such
sweet nothing
Aislinn watched like a hawk as the man began handling her suitcase. It didn;t have much inside of it, but whatever was in it was more important to her than anything. She wasn't trusting enough to hand it over so easily, but her polite stupid girl facade had to be put as top priority. If he did anything shady she'd go to the cops right away- they always loves seeing helpless little blonde girls. Sickening, really.
She smiled awkwardly at his friendly wave- how many times did he even plan on doing that? "Aislinn," she responded to his introduction in a very similar manner like how he had made his own. Short, sweet and to the point. She started walking, mostly in silence, but occasionally quietly lifting her hand to move her hair from one shoulder to the other, but also trying to use her hair to hide her earrings.
She knew that somewhere in the back of his mind he was thinking about robbing her of her riches. All men were the same. But no matter what she did, the faint wind made her little miniature dream catchers tinkle and clink against each other. She didn't make eye contact or do anything really, and preferred fidgeting with her hands as she folded them neatly in front of her. There were so many tactics, even other than sleep, that allowed her to ignore her surroundings, or how they were walking straight into a forest.
silence was cool. it seemed like she wanted that as they started walking. she did tell him her name though, which was a start, he guessed. aislinn. a fitting name. very posh sounding name as well. his assumptions might be right after all.
she didn't look like she was focusing on where she was going at all. he knew, however. but he opted not to say anything. besides, getting lost in the forest might be fun. provide them with some nice alone time together. he shook his head at the thought. he doesn't even like her. she was a bit too quiet for his liking. but who knows. that might soon change.
"hey so, pretty sure we're lost," he commented. he gestured around them. it was tall trees. they were lost in a forest. no cellphone reception here as well no doubt. he let out a soft chuckle and sighed. "know the way out?" he asked.
So I put my faith in something unknown I'm living on such sweet nothing But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold I'm living on such
sweet nothing
Well there were several things wrong with what Emil had decided to do- number one first and primarily ebing that Aislinn loved silence, and him not breaking was actually the right decision. See, even if she found out that he knew that they were heading on a one way route to nowheresville, she couldn't have blamed him because she would have taking the silent stroll in the forest over the inevitable conversation rising from people giving her directions.
Like any sensible woman, Aislinn did not like being told she was lost. So when told that blandly to the face, she stared at the man incredulously for five whole seconds, mouth disfigured into shock and eyebrows forced together. THen she took a big breath, forced her damned face to stop being so freaking expressive (there, that smile was much better!) and quickly said the exact words she said before.
"This is my first time in Hoenn."
Reading between the lines, Emil might have also noted the words you fucking dunce attached to her smile and bright, deceptive violet eyes.
And just at that moment, like a scene from a cliched movie, a mightyena howled in the distance. Aislinn meanwhile, sent the male to hell and back an uncountable number of times in every language she knew all in her mind.
he felt her staring at him. he wasn't dumb. he knew just how much she wanted to get away from him right now. and honestly he was getting a bit tired of her attitude. but a gentleman can't say that. they can't leave. not until the lady's been helped. which at this rate doesn't appear to be until tomorrow.
he sighed and fell onto his butt. what a night this was going to be. it was getting dark as well. lovely. "it's getting dark," he commented, no doubt driving her insane as well. he rested his arm against her suitcase. might as well try to make this fun.
"sleeping out here wouldn't be too bad, right?" he asked. but he felt like he already knew the answer to that. he smiled.
So I put my faith in something unknown I'm living on such sweet nothing But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold I'm living on such
sweet nothing
Chivalry? Don't make her laugh. Aislinn would have been glad to have the man gone, she would have loved the woods to herself. Alone, at night, with nothing but her dreams to keep her company. It would have been perfect. SHe was never lonely, not when she had her Munna. Or so she kept telling herself. Maybe what she needed was company after all. But even if she did, it would not be this man. He was too nice. It reeked of suspicion. She'd have to sleep with one eye open tonight. Which was hard since she doubted she'd even want to wake up if anything happened.
It's getting dark.
Oh yeah, really? Thanks, I was afraid it was only me seeing the sun set. Idiot. She smiled politely as though the revelation was new to her. All people loved feeling like their were geniuses, and sometimes it was okay to just let them push you around or make them happy. It was better than attempting to express yourself, which made her head spin.
The suggestion of sleep almost made the smile genuine. Almost. She nodded, wondering if she should fake a yawn to prove her point. But what good would that do. He dainty hands moved towards her suitcase, and she opened it. At which point Aislinn revealed that perhaps she wasn't the typical rich kid Emil thought she was. Half of the suitcase was just one giant sleeping bag, and the moment Aislinn pulled it out you could easily see that not much else was in the bag of luggage.
Perhaps that alone spoke about who she was and what she liked.
"No, camping out sounds fun, actually. Even though I've never done it before..." her voice trailed off. Too much information. She closed herself up like a clamperl again, mouth tight with unreleased information.
She put the bag on floor and folded it out neatly, before suddenly realizing that she'd have to share. You could practically see the fear in her face for the first few seconds until she forced it out.
