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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 14, 2007 5:55:55 GMT 1
“That would be much appreciated, Malikai. Gratitude.”
The senior calmly exited through the door Malikai held open for her and in turn, once she was outside, held the door open for Malikai. Once he was out of the building, Valencia would carefully close the door after them and the two would be on their way. The Asian first looked about to remind herself where she was in the middle of this somewhat concrete jungle and it didn’t take her too long to remember where a series of personal landmarks would be. To a person like she, lots of places had some sort of importance to them as if Valencia tied a memory everywhere she went. Her strides were brisk and at least twice the speed as your average walker, but she tried to let her friend catch up if he ever lagged behind. It was only polite, after all. Once in a while, Valencia would slow down to look at something or greet a friend should they notice her and give her a hello. They’d even address Malikai should they spare a few more seconds to do so, since they’re often pretty busy or merely didn’t notice him in the tiny traffic of tourists that filled the sidewalks.
It’s hardly a good idea to stop when the crowd keeps moving… Off to the side, sure, but out in the open screams “rob me, pickpockets”.
By now, they were a fair distance from Valencia’s humble abode and aside from greeting her friends and neighbors alike in the city, she hardly said a word to Malikai, even though her friends greeted him too and her pace keeping clearly showed that she didn’t forget him. She just didn’t know anything meaningful enough to spark a conversation and she felt little inclination to speak anyhow. Nonetheless, she began to feel… Uneasy about being so quiet for a long time. Being consciously aware of your own rudeness is never a good feeling.
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Post by pinefresh on Mar 16, 2007 2:42:46 GMT 1
"Hi" "It's nice to meet you" "My name is Malikai" "How are you?" "It's a pleasure to meet you" "Hey"
It seemed Valencia had many friends throughout the city. It seemed Malikai had greeted more people as they walked than he had all week. The real question is how sad is that? Malikai really had to work on getting more friends so he didn't feel like such a loser compared to Valencia.
As they kept walking Malikai noticed that she had yet to say a word to him. He was unsure whether she was so enthralled with the scenery and her thoughts that she had forgotten about him or she was simply ignoring him. He hoped to think that she was just lost in her thoughts and not ignoring him, but then was it his job to start the conversation yet again? What would he talk about, the weather, how funny the hobo on the corner looked?
"You certainly seem to be rather popular around here." He said unsure of what else he could say without sparking any type of offense.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 18, 2007 3:54:19 GMT 1
She slowed her pace as her gaze drifted towards Malikai’s direction as soon as she heard what he said. At least the silence camouflaged in this rowdy city was broken, which is supposed to be a good thing most of the time. However, Valencia couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but her gut made her feel that something was up. She was used to awkward silences and was even more accustomed to people trying to clumsily break the ice, but here was Malikai and she didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable around her. At school, it wasn’t weird for her to encounter random people and never ask for their names unless introductions were initiated. Most of the time, Valencia’s just another face in the crowd unless you sought her out. In the city, although people may see thousands of tourists and customers a day… The strange thing is that after a while, they acknowledge other regulars and remember them. This was the world she was accustomed to. Strangers reaching out to strangers until they both share some sort of bond that raises them out of the depths of anonymity.
“So it seems…”
Hmm… “Popular”… Not fond of that status, but…
“How about… You? Your neighborhood?”
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Post by pinefresh on Mar 21, 2007 2:53:34 GMT 1
“How about… You? Your neighborhood?”
Now how do you answer a question like that when you have no clue about anything in your neighborhood? The fact was he knew the area like the back of his hand but nothing of the people in it. He never bothered to acknowledge his neighbors or any of the girls or anyone for that matter. The most socialization he did with the people there was maybe nod his acknowledgment of their existence from time to time and that was it.
Sure there were the neighborhood barbeque's and Halloween and Christmas where he was forced to go over to the neighbors, but he never bothered to get to know them. That is not to say many of them have not tried to get to know him out of pity more then anything. Many of them knew his parents were killed and that he was adopted by his aunt and uncle and which is why they tolerated his anti-social behavior. What they did not know was that Malikai could see the pity in their eyes and hear it in their voices. As admirable as the sentiment was it made Malikai resentful and sick.
"I am known by everyone but know no one. It's kind of... complicated."
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 22, 2007 4:27:05 GMT 1
“I see…”
…And could relate a smidge, too. It was hard to put into words, so Valencia decided against rambling to Malikai about her thoughts. On top of that, it seemed as though it was a topic that’d best be left alone and not poked at. The two continued to walk along, Valencia trying to click sounds together in her head and doing what she could to string it together. She wasn’t able to accomplish such a task for the time being, but at least managed to create a montage of images and memories that worked perfectly fine in her mind’s eye. It was in high-definition even. Most of those pictures were of a headless, nameless passerby from the earliest of her visual memories. The symbol of anonymity and the search for identity. Valencia was seemingly in a trance-like, wandering, autopilot state as she continued to walk along and eventually, quietly murmured a meaningless slur of words. Mostly to herself…
“Chiyeh sri ginahr’ix zvel pirini… Everyone knows you, but you know not of those who are doing the knowing… When in the end, nobody ‘knows’ anything.”
She stopped and looked ahead to the apartment where she and Ruth stayed. It was a decent home and notably had more space than the dorms at Hircine High, which was perfectly fine with Valencia. Not just space to live in, but also space away from a bunch of students who are more likely than not going to be the very same people who bug her during school hours. She didn’t face Malikai when she spoke, relying on only the volume of her voice to get the message across.
“Here we are… This is where I live.”
((OOC: Note to self. Don't study for a psychology test while doing RP posts.))
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Post by pinefresh on Mar 23, 2007 4:24:17 GMT 1
(OOC: Psychology eh? Fun course got an A in it. I hope you do not mind but there is a slight amount of character control at the very end. If you do mind just PM me and I'll change it.)
~More silence, this girl is worse than me when it comes to communication. At least I have a good excuse for it.~ Malikai thought to himself as he frowned. He was slightly hoping his puzzle would spark some interest and perhaps even a conversation. Luck as it seemed had run out and no conversation would be made.
Malikai was sure however that at first Valencia was about to say something but censored herself before she did. A rather pointless action and one that generally caused frustration. Besides, who would Malikai talk to, and even then who would listen to him? The answer to the question was rather rhetorical in nature simply because the answer was no one. There was also the little fact that Malikai out of sheer loyalty would not talk anyways.
Continuing to walk and think about on the current situation Malikai went over their last few meetings. Doing so he came to two very simple conclusions. The first was Valencia was a little strange. He did not mean this in a physical way, there was definitely nothing wrong in that department. Though many people would think her eyes weird Malikai actually thought they were pretty cool and was slightly jealous of them. The second was that neither of them had actually shared anything remotely personal about themselves, or just show some sort of emotion at all.
Apparently according to some genius sociologist in order to have a healthy and productive relationship of any type. Personally Malikai thought the entire idea was bullshit but it never hurt to try.
When Valencia finally stopped walking and told Malikai she had made it home. Malikai sighed loudly at this because she did not feel it necessary to face him. So Malikai took it upon himself to correct the injustice. Placing his left hand onto Valencia's shoulder and adding some pressure turned her around 180 degrees to face him.
"That's better." Malikai said now looking Valencia straight in her eyes and smiled. He allowed his left hand to then slip down Valencia's arm to her hand and grasped it. "Well I guess this is where I leave you. We should hangout again except perhaps for once it can be... under less chance circumstances. So until next time." With the last word Malikai let go of Valencia's hand took two steps backward spun around, and began to make his way home.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Mar 24, 2007 3:02:17 GMT 1
((OOC: No worries, it ain’t character control in my eyes.))
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It was sudden and with her back to Malikai, it was pretty darned safe to say that in more ways than one, Valencia didn’t see it coming. Because it was so unexpected and undetected, she flinched and her eyes widened with shock as she got turned around to face the young face the young man. Their eyes met and she didn’t know what to do for couple moments until she felt his hand slip from her shoulder to her hand. Her gaze drifted down to Malikai’s grasp after seeing him smile and speak. Her lips were sealed and she didn’t know whether to keep feeling startled or let the wall melt away just a tiny bit for her to feel comforted by the gesture of goodwill. It was hard to say how she wanted feel, but easy enough to understand that Valencia didn’t mind the “intrusion” upon her personal space as long as the intruder meant no harm. He gave his farewell and took his leave, leaving Valencia little else but to do the same after a silent nod. As she turned away to head home, she smiled for a couple milliseconds before it faded away into the solemn, emptiness of her visage.
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