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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 12, 2011 14:05:34 GMT
Glaring up at the sky, Arthur drew his jacket closer around him. Of course, the rain had started just as he left the train. That was bloody typical. And he hadn’t brought an umbrella. Not that he needed one! He was a gentleman, he could manage without. He’d dealt with worse than a bit of rain, though perhaps this didn’t count as a ‘bit’ of rain. It was absolutely pissing it down. Within moments, Arthur was drenched, his vest top the only thing saving the world from a see through shirt and Arthur’s thin chest. All around him men and women were running into shops looking for shelter, but Arthur doggedly continued on.
He was looking for Alfred. They hadn’t arranged to meet, but Arthur had decided he missed him. Besides… he hadn’t really been down to the Lowlands since he’d moved, and it seemed a little weird. He hunched his shoulders and looked down at the wet pavement as he walked to stop the rain from getting in his eyes. When he reached the areas that Alfred normally lurked he’d stop and look around. With all the rain it was a little hard to keep an eye on his surroundings, though, and to be honest it wasn’t surprising when he bumped into someone.
Before he had the chance to react, images flashed through his mind. Something that seemed like a long forgotten memory, but… it couldn’t be. He remembered a plea for help, and then a treaty, two treaties, and a little boy – or was it a girl – standing beside him as he signed. All around them was an odd mix of men in smart uniform, and tattooed men in cloaks and skirts. One was made from feathers, he realised, as the child beside him signed too, and then…
And then he landed on the pavement in the cold rain, with a little yelp of pain. The surprise hurt him more than the actual fall, and he took a deep breath, before remembering that he’d crashed into someone. “Are you all right?” He asked, pushing himself up as quickly as he could, brushing off his knees. His hands stung from the fall, but he’d deal with that. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He blinked, as he took in the person he’d crashed into. The same blonde hair with those ridiculous tight curls like rams horns on either side of his – or her? – head.
((Sorry it took me longer than I said!))
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Post by Atawhai Kirkland on Sept 18, 2011 15:24:33 GMT
((Gah, I'm so sorry I didn't answer. I've been having the oddest sort of writer's block.))
"Eh?" Atawhai said, looking up at the sky, and getting a raindrop in her eye. Atawhai rubbed her eye with her gloved hand and let out a happy sigh. If it rained hard enough, she wouldn't have to water her crops that day, and maybe the next. She'd also get to splash in puddles, and no one would give her weird looks because she looks like a teenager! It was indeed a happy day for this farmer.
She watched her fellow humans scuttle to shelter from the rain. She smiled and waved at her friends, and strangers and countinued walking in the rain. She walked with a leisure in her step, nothing was going to faze her. She didn't care if her new royal blue tank top was soaking wet, or that rain got inside her boots. Atawhai just countinued her stroll. At home, William was herding the animals into their stalls. So the small farmer had nothing to worry about.
Whilst thinking of what she would make for dinner that night, Atawhai crashed against something first instinct thought was a big pole. Before the girl could clumisly apologise to said pole and mentally slap herself because a pole is an inanimate object, some sort of faded flashback started to run through her mind.
She was now in the sky, driving an old model of an airplane that they used to have before her time... there was a feeling of motivation and justice in the air. Atawhai looked over to the right to see an airplane pulled up next to her... even though most of his hair was covered by an aviator hat, and his eyes by goggles, Atawhai knew it was Arthur. Arthur Kirkland and those peircing green eyes of his. They saluted eachother, and went down...
Then Atawhai fell. She shook her head and opened her eyes. She wasn't in an airplane anymore. She was sitting on poorly made pavement, rain falling from the sky. She let out a soft grunt as she got up, and nodded at the man talking to her "Yeah, I'm fine." She smiled, but then she realised just who she was talking to... Arthur Kirkland and those peircing green eyes.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Sept 23, 2011 17:58:59 GMT
For once, Arthur was startled enough to fall silent, eyeing the other person. He'd seen them around a couple of times, but couldn't remember their name for the life of him. You'd think that someone with hair like that would be more rememberable, but perhaps Arthur had been too busy trying to work out what gender they were to listen to their name.
"Be more careful next time, then." He told her, a little brusquely. He wasn't really sure what else to say. Was he meant to tell her he'd just had a... dream? Flashback? Weird hallucination? About her? He wasn't even exactly sure what had happened. Yes, there was certainly no point in mentioning it.
"You should get out of the rain." He added, when he realised a bit of an awkward pause had built up. "Or you'll end up with a cold." Pushing past her, he fully intended on carrying on his way.
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Post by Atawhai Kirkland on Oct 1, 2011 20:28:06 GMT
Atawhai let out a small chuckle and mumbled "Yes sir, Mr.Kirkland." she brushed a few wet strands of hair off of her face and watched him go. Atawhai stood there for what seemed like an eternity, wondering. Did he have a flashback as well? Was it anything like Atawhai's? Surely Atawhai wasn't going crazy, was she? If she didn't ask, the memory would linger in her mind for ages, linger like a disease in a room of people. The farmer would regret not asking.
"Did you see it too?" Atawhai asked before Arthur was out of earshot. The rain was relentless by now, giving the island hell. A very damp hell. Even though it was raining hard, Atawhai knew Arthur heard her.
She knew it.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Oct 3, 2011 21:58:17 GMT
Arthur groaned faintly at the rain getting harder, wrapping his arms around himself faintly. Perhaps finding shelter was a good idea after all. If he got a cold and ended up stuck inside he'd end up going stir crazy. He could just find a little cafe and sit down with some tea until he dried off a bit and the rain slowed down.
He froze in his step as the girl behind him spoke again, his breath caught in his throat. She'd seen something too? He almost turned, but then paused. Should he admit to what he'd seen? It wasn't exactly normal. But then again she had done first. He just wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about this. He could just walk on and forget the whole thing, and that was rather what he wanted to do, but... curiosity made him turn back.
"Did I see what?" He asked. He wasn't going to admit to - whatever it was straight off the bat, not to a girl that he hardly knew. But he couldn't just leave and not know just what she had seen. Arthur wanted to know what the hell had just happened and he wasn't going to leave any chance to find out.
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Post by Atawhai Kirkland on Oct 4, 2011 2:53:30 GMT
"It... it was... like.." Atawhai mumbled, looking for the right words, but not quite finding them. It was a quick flash, almost nothing... but at the same time, it had a nostalgic quality about it. Almost like a memory of sorts. A memory that never happened.
"Like a memory." Atawhai said, looking down.
Now she felt the regret she was supposed to feel when she spoke up. Atawhai just should've kept her mouth shut. There was always that chance that he didn't see anything. The chances that he did see something were very slim. Atawhai let out a small sigh and looked up at Arthur, ignoring the wet hair on her face, focusing only on Arthurs eyes.
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