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realityshifted2013-02-16 08:41 pm
swerve) wrote in realityshifted2013-02-16 08:41 pm
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[this is most certainly not his apartment.
the thought comes without a second's hesitation, because once he notices that he's not in the aforementioned studio apartment with the leaky ceiling anymore, he begins to panic. not outwardly, at the very least – it's all internal, because he's a master of hiding how he feels if he really needs to be. something he's derived from years of having to hide his emotions from others, just for the simple fact that before his brother had left, he'd practically worn his heart on his sleeve.
strange, how things change, when the one person you love the most leaves without so much as leaving a goodbye letter.
he doesn't speak out loud; there doesn't appear to be anyone around him that could answer, anyway, so there is no point. but he does start walking. he strikes it strange that the soles of his worn-out sneakers don't make a sound when they hit the ground with each step, but then again, this is a ground with stars on it – in it? – so he doesn't expect something as normal as that to apply here. he's only been on the plane for a few seconds and he's already figured out that this is a really weird place.
darren walks, and he walks, until he reaches the information kiosk. the word itself displayed so blatantly across the top of it had been what initially caught his attention, and as he slips over, he sees the brochures. there for the taking, he supposes, he reaches out and nabs one, opening it carefully and squinting down at the words.
what the hell ..
and he sits down, right next to the kiosk, legs folded underneath him as they most often are when he settles in to read something, and he just keeps on going.]
the thought comes without a second's hesitation, because once he notices that he's not in the aforementioned studio apartment with the leaky ceiling anymore, he begins to panic. not outwardly, at the very least – it's all internal, because he's a master of hiding how he feels if he really needs to be. something he's derived from years of having to hide his emotions from others, just for the simple fact that before his brother had left, he'd practically worn his heart on his sleeve.
strange, how things change, when the one person you love the most leaves without so much as leaving a goodbye letter.
he doesn't speak out loud; there doesn't appear to be anyone around him that could answer, anyway, so there is no point. but he does start walking. he strikes it strange that the soles of his worn-out sneakers don't make a sound when they hit the ground with each step, but then again, this is a ground with stars on it – in it? – so he doesn't expect something as normal as that to apply here. he's only been on the plane for a few seconds and he's already figured out that this is a really weird place.
darren walks, and he walks, until he reaches the information kiosk. the word itself displayed so blatantly across the top of it had been what initially caught his attention, and as he slips over, he sees the brochures. there for the taking, he supposes, he reaches out and nabs one, opening it carefully and squinting down at the words.
what the hell ..
and he sits down, right next to the kiosk, legs folded underneath him as they most often are when he settles in to read something, and he just keeps on going.]
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[And with another brilliant smile, she offers him a hand up.]
It might be a while. There's a lot to show you. But it's okay - time doesn't pass in your world while you're here!
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[he takes the hand that's offered and pulls himself to his feet with a small huff, sticking his hands in his pockets as he looks down at his new tour guide.] I don't mind if it takes a while .. I don't have anywhere to be, if time doesn't pass back home. But that's another question I have -
[he pauses, scratching at the back of his neck.] Can you really come and go as much as you want? Like, I could go back home right now if I wanted to?
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[And if her smile gets just a little bit sappier at the mention of Emil, she... okay yeah, she knows it. She just doesn't care. ♥
She also nods when he asks his other question.] You can! If you ever want to go back, just think about home. And when you're there, if you want to come here, just think about here. It's easy, once you've done it once or twice.
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that doesn't mean it's going to be anywhere near anytime soon.] I think so .. yeah. I think I'm starting to understand a little better. [that smile she gives at the mention of her friend has him wanting to ask, but he's sure that if she wants to tell him, she will.
he's back to nodding, chewing on the inside of his lip as he tries to think of anything else he might want to ask her.] It's just .. so weird. To think that something like this actually exists. I'm still thinking that maybe I read too many science fiction books as a kid and it's starting to get to me.
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It really is a lot to take in, but you get used to it. It'll start making a little more sense pretty fast, especially if you keep coming and going.
[And then, she thinks of something! For a second, she vanishes - drops back to her own reality. When she returns, she's holding a single wrapped red hard candy, and she offers it to him.]
Like that! [Smile!] Here, it's from my world. If you like sweets, you'll probably like this.
.. wow that was major html fail in that last tag. SORRY.
that's part of the reason why this place is so fascinating - if confusing - to him.
he'd been about to say something in response when she disappeared and then almost immediately reappeared, and when she offers the candy to him, he takes it with a bit of a stunned expression.
man. that's pretty impressive.] .. Wow.
[it's all he really has to say as he unwraps the candy and pops it into his mouth, making a small, appreciative sound at the taste of it.
this kid's got one hell of a sweet tooth, so you just hit the jackpot with him, marta.] Thanks - uh, I don't think you told me your name, yet. I'm Darren.
It's okay!! I actually didn't really notice ^^;
Oh! Sorry. I'm Marta. Marta Lualdi. It's nice to meet you, Darren!
[And then, she's walking!]
Did you read about anywhere you want to see first?
SURPRISE LATE TAG HI
for now, anyway.
(and yes they can totally bond over their mutual liking of sweet things. he won't mind that at all.)
aaand cue him following her as she starts walking!] Marta .. that's a nice name. Not something you'd hear from my world unless you're from Italy, or something. [her name sounds italian, okay. let him be.] I .. read about it all, actually. And it all sounds really interesting. So if you have any suggestions, I'm all ears.
HI! /SPASTICWAVE!!
[Her smile is sweet, and her hands are clasped together behind her back while she walks.]
I like the name Darren, too. It's not something you'd hear in my world, but I really like it!
[She taps her chin, thinking.] What about the kitchen, then? It's good to know where that is! And after that, we can go to the beach! It's nice there.
you precious thing.
[lol this kid ever having enough money to go to europe. are you kidding?
and as if on cue, his stomach rumbles loudly and he's so close to blushing a fantastic shade of pink that he almost ducks his head - because hello, stomach, embarrassing! sheesh!
he swallows, still smiling.] Sounds good! Lead the way?
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Hungry, huh? We'll get a snack, then! There's plenty to pick from.
[Just don't let her cook for you. Don't do it. You don't want to die this early on do you...?]
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short legs, okay. shh.and hey, he can't really cook all that well either, but he tries .. ] Don't suppose there are mandarin oranges around there somewhere, are there? Or anything with white chocolate?
[ marta, meet his sweet tooth. again. sheesh. ]
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And I promise you that you can cook better than her. If you are capable of making a bowl of cereal without setting fire to the kitchen, you can cook better than her.]
Umm.. well, what's a mandarin orange like? How is it different from a regular orange? But of course there's chocolate!