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Post by checkers on Feb 22, 2017 5:15:41 GMT
She almost appeared out of nowhere - half-huddled in a dark and wet alleyway, her hands gleaming with golden dust. Her body was repairing itself, she trembled and a chilling shiver ran down her spine. Her 'time machine', to put it simply, had crashed on an unknown planet, and whatever protection this city had? it crashed the TARDIS and threw her out of it. Obviously, she'd landed with an impact supposed to kill her. Well, technically, it had.
Her body, her starlight and her two hearts caused her body to change to a new one, a new person entirely. Curly ginger hair the colour of slivers of sun at twilight turned to stark black, straight hair. A gentle, round face turned to a sullen, pale face, struck by exhaustion; and as she was, there was sweat rolling down her face, her eyes dark and her body heaving from the massive effort. Her hair clung in front of her face like a shadowy veil, and with a gasp that could have scared lions, she threw her head back and took a sharp breath.
She froze.
Her pale, green eyes darted across her environment, her hands stumbling to reach the ground, she placed her palms firmly on the ground to push herself up to her feet - it was rather difficult, since apparently her old body was skinnier than she was - her shirt clung too tight to her body, restricting her. Stumbling forward, she lurched out of the alleyway into a busy street, glancing back and forth into the crowd. Moving backward into the shadows, she moved her back against a wall, and sucked in a breath. "Okay, this is new." she muttered to herself, as her body crumpled against the wall, and she slid to the floor. "Eitherian. Eitherian Revendue. You're still you."  ooc; btw I hope this is alright!! it's been a while since I've roleplayed her, and I don't know much about this world so I hope the setting is fine. |
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Post by Loner。 on Feb 22, 2017 17:45:34 GMT
Thanks to a recent demonic attack on the city, a large swath of area looked truly ruined, but outside of the damaged portion was much of the same thriving and striving that had been everywhere. From here, you couldn't even see the yellow tape or sketetal remains of buildings. It was kind of sad how someone could just seem to ignore the misfortune of their neighbors, but it was true, and sometimes necessary. At least Malik was able to see that some work was being done to give the effected a better life. Already companies were taking up the ruined lands, clearing the rubble and rebuilding. In time new homes would be up, and people would be given a chance at a better life once more. Malik had spent several hours out trying to help Earlier today. He'd lost things in the city, but he could go home to the uneffected area like many of the more 'fortunate' others.
Malik walked, but others definitely went by car or bus. There were a lot of people here, more than he'd normally expect at this time of day, but not that unusual. The dark skinned male had 'things' to do too. He wanted to see about submitting a few more job applications for his current work was a mere stopgap measure, and he wanted to aquire a more stable living.
The eighteen year old luckily had no time sensitive commitments, no places he needed to be ten minutes ago, nor deadlines he needed to meet. He acted like he did, keeping a brisk pace that was faster than many of the pedestrians, and keeping a close awareness of who else was around with his sharp sky-blue eyes. Malik saw more than many, a trait which was both a blessing and a curse depending on the situation. He didn't intend to pick out a person hiding in the shadows ahead but he did. He slowed. He could sense no maliciousness from the one he'd observed. Thanks to what he knew about himself, Malik was always a little cautious in case he was being watched from some hidden place. He had some odd abilities which he couldn't remove that sometimes gave him a ton of trouble. He's also gotten in trouble with some crime gang lately, and he'd even been blackmailed by a former 'friend'. There was a lot he had to watch out for.
But the person he'd found was none of that. She looked pretty human on the outside, and nothing he could see screamed at him to show her as something different. He saw her posture and expression, and decided to approach. Whatever her story, she seemed like she might need just a little help when crumpled up like that.
Malik rested a hand on the wall over her. "Hey, not from here are you?" He guessed, not really needing an answer to know the truth in this case. A city native probably wouldn't look so ruffled, and possibly even frightened at the sight of a busy street, when she seemed otherwise pretty healthy. Even if she was from sanctuary, something had to be wrong for a girl like this to be slumped in the shadows against a wall. Malik offered her his free hand. It was large and showed signs of being used for regular physical work. He could help her back on her feet if she didn't refuse. "You need some kind of help?" Though there were things he wanted to do today, he could probably offer something. He had nothing planned that couldn't be put asside for a little while.
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Post by checkers on Feb 23, 2017 12:58:40 GMT
Eitherian had, in no way, expected someone to find her, none of the less actually pay attention to her, but to be honest, some people were just like that, she supposed. Running her hands over the ridges of the bones in her knees, she stayed silent, and reached one hand up to pull the long strands of dark hair away from her face. She must have looked like a mess.
Peering out from her hair, she glanced up at Malik, and froze for a moment, taken aback by the brightness of his blue eyes, the life they held - was her eyes once like that too? Perhaps her eyes were dark and misty from memories long lost, or knowledge forgotten. Maybe. She didn't even know what colour her eyes were now. Maybe they were gold like blazing stars, or blue like her sister's, like a quiet evening. Maybe they were brown and riddled with passion long forgotten.
When she heard him speak, she lowered her head, losing eye contact. Little did Eitherian know, her eyes were a glaucous blue-grey; cold like steel, chilly like a rainy day, quiet like a blizzard. Lost in her thoughts, she'd barely heard his question. Would she blatantly lie, or quietly ask for help? Considering something, someone - crashed her ship, she didn't quite know if she was safe here. She was a literal alien; and it seemed like they were trying to keep people like her out.
Coughing slightly and catching her breath, she looked back up to Malik, and gave a small, gentle smile. "U-u-uh," she said wearily, looking quite bashful; she was caught off-guard by her new voice, it was gentle and sweet, but not too high pitched or low pitched, just in between. "To be honest with you," she started, raising her hands up in feigned innocence, "Yeah, I don't know where I am." she admitted, and then she sighed. "I think I uh, need some new clothing," she muttered, blushing slightly; I mean, she's had worse? if you asked her, she wouldn't like to explain the time she reincarnated as a male...
Looking up at his extended hand, Eitherian took it, and with the strength she could muster, scrabbled to her feet, reaching down to dust the edges of her pencil skirt. Forever hiding as a school student, she wore a weathered woolen jumper, with a dress shirt beneath, a scraggly brown tie, and aforementioned pencil skirt down to her knees. Forever the rebel, she wore a pair of pale coloured sneakers on her feet. |
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Post by Loner。 on Feb 23, 2017 14:12:35 GMT
Hopefully Malik was not intimidating to the girl. His intense gaze often had that effect. The exact hue was uncommon for humans of his ethnicity, and made more noticeable by the darkness of his skin. Luckily, whatever the female thought about it, she seemed able to look away. It gave him the impression that she was lost in thought.
When she spoke she mentioned clothing. Malik didn't think that clothes made a person, but he'd most definitely noticed hers. His first impression was that they were a bit small, so he'd intentionally not looked at them further. He didn't know whether she had intentionally dressed like this or if it was all she had. Her statement led him to believe that the latter was most likely. This could be easily remedied. He saw two options which could help.
Malik helped her up first off. His hands were steady and his arms strong, able to support the girl if for some reason her own legs would not. While doing so, he glanced out into the street. He knew where he was of course, he just wanted to check if what he was looking for might still be there. Clothing. There were plenty of pricey stores on this stretch, places he'd never shop at since he couldn't see it worth while to pay a lot of money for just a shirt. "Well if you're rich there's someplace." He noted without enthusiasm. Yet he didn't think this girl was the rich type. "Looks like they took out the thrift store." That was where Malik bought most of his clothes. Not that long ago one had been in the area, but now it was just gone.
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