Lost and found [Z.E.B./Open]

[seishounohana]

OoC: Z.E.B. makes the first post, and then anyone else who is interested can join in.

Tonight, Emily wasn't at work. Nope, not today. In the midst of not feeling well, Mary and a couple of her friends in class had decided for one to show Emily one way of letting out her feelings. Yup, they snuck some alcohol into some friend's house and began drinking. Well, they were all female, so nothing lewd happened of course.

But of course, the way home.

Emily had insisted that she be allowed to go home alone. She wanted to think, and in spite of Mary's insisting that she stay for the night - well, she refused. Emily wasn't the kind of girl to be dependent. For any matter, she refused help.

Whatever she felt now, Emily felt like she deserved it.

There were many things she had to pay for, and as she stumbled her way across the street, Emily found herself losing her balance. Aye, that was one glass of wine a bit too much was it?

Or was it Brandy? Emily couldn't tell.

It was a cold night, and Emily began shivering. She was wearing nothing but her old green dress, her gloves and toeshoes - her semi-usual attire. Wasn't smart to forget her coat at home, now was it?

The white-haired girl finally lost her balance, now leaning against the cold cement walls of some building just a corner - blushing with the influence of alcohol.

People were passing by as if they didn't care.

Though of course, probably someone would.

And even in her drunken state, all she could think of was one guy, mumbling the name of a certain white-haired german as she lazily sat there.

["Z.E.B."]

OOC: ... Ohhh brother. I see what you did thar---But in due time. In due time.

FARMING!? =D!?

The farm had been as exhausting as ever. Shirtless, sweating... all that good stuff. Good ol' fashion hell. But it was his hell, the best type of hell that the boy knew of, and he enjoyed every moment of it. Even if he didn't necessarily get into a fight, it kept him strong, forced him to stretch, kept him busy. Let the boss keep on doing his thing, while the boy would just continue doing his. Don't get the boy wrong---he loved what the Boss had done for him. Enjoyed thoroughly the fact that he did indeed have a place to stay. But he wasn't too fond of all the scheming, of all the complicated parts---though, he had to admit, he enjoyed doing a few "strange bits" here and there, whenever he was on a mission. The problem thus was just the... setting up. It was the American style or something. Either way, the boy, while intelligent, couldn't understand why he was made the forefront. Why he, the "Engrish"-speaking F.O.B. was set up like this, and with such an important job.

...But given the time of day, and with what little allowance the Boss had provided for his fares for his job (for which, he had to admit that the commute was a bitch---an undercooked, poorly seasoned female dog). That was his training, though, to build upon whatever it was he decided to do at home or was made to do. Instead, his sweaty clothes were all packed together into a ball, inside this horribly-smelling sweat-bag. Such effective usage of nylons.

Rather, taking a stop a bit of the way earlier from where he would usually traverse to walk home, he had on his typical attire---converse shoes, black pants, black robes, the three metal-beaded necklaces, and the ever-present bowler hat... To accompany his long white-hair and further hide the fatigue and scars of his face and body. And most importantly, to hide his eyes.

Befitting all this clothing, the sling to his bag over on the left side of his neck, as the bag chaffed at his right side, he walked very, very slowly. Breathing in the air. Looking up and around, as his left hand swung rather freely, his other hand with a death-latch onto the strap. America. America. Everyone living in America. The rich, the poor, the whites, the blacks, the Asians, the gays, the Mexicans, Jews... everyone living in America. This cold, uncertain America.---

---Obviously, the free way in which he handled himself made him the victim of more than a few odd stares, and many of those that walked by him did so with a little more haste as opposed to when he was finally not so close.

As for the boy, his eyes strained about tiredly, but happily, a hard day's work done. School and work, and now homework.

Or at least, that was the original plan. Rather, he found himself, stopping in his tracks, watching a white-haired girl sitting at the corner of a building. A white-haired girl. Goodness, and here he thought he was the only one in the area who had gone through as much traumatic shock as he had---Although, the Boss did claim that his hair color was natural. Still, for a moment or so longer, the boy just stopped and gaped. Then he looked to his left. Feeling about with his right hand in his pocket, he jingled a few coins about... It'd be enough. He stepped inside the building.

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...Walking back out, a small 99 cent sandwich in his left, long-sharp-black-nailed hand, he groped it about awkwardly, as he slowly made his way towards the homeless girl. Stooping down into a crouch, he'd bend his knees down, until he was on relatively equal eye-level with her.---Provided she'd even look his way.

If she did, he'd proffer up the sandwich, with a toothy smile, his eyes hidden in the shadows of his hat.

"Oye. You hungly? You take. You eat, yes?"

Technically, the saying was "Give the man a fish, you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime." However, economically speaking, the boy was in a bit of a rush to get home, but he understood the weight that kindness had on other people. 'Sides, if he just gave her money, there was the risk that she'd just spend it on more drinks (given her breath), or O.T.C. drugs.

Still smiling, though, he hoped she'd appreciate the gesture all the same, before he went on his way again.

[seishounohana]

OoC: Em's a stubborn little girl, isn't she? You gotta give her props for being loyal like this at least XDDD!!

Emily was so gonna get a repremanding at work tomorrow, but probably not - it was only recently that she had started slacking off or failing. Fatigue and exhaustion had taken it's toll on her Physically, Mentally and Emotionally. She was just a girl of 15, approaching her 16th birthday in a few months and there was so much to do.

She refused to be supported by her distant relatives from Sacramento, for one - why bother right? Emily's been alone since that thing with that Syndicate around 5 years ago. She was stubborn by nature, and quite proud in a sense that she likes the sense of accomplishment - maybe to stroke her own ego or probably just to fill the gaps that regret and guilt have left behind.

For a girl whom have made every conscious effort possible to remain "good" in the eyes of society in spite of her own darker nature, she had her times of weakness - this was one. It was rare to see her like this, wasted and basically looking like a mess. Not usual, for someone who had tried her very best to grow up to become a refined woman with a sense of decorum.

If Layla saw her right now, she would be slightly disappointed.

Especially right now, when all that was in her mind was one - no, two very important men to her. One could take a guess, a german whom she hadn't seen in the longest time, and a Japanese boy whom she had learned to love just as much if not more. She wasn't sure herself for what reason she couldn't let go, or what reason was holding her back from wanting to. She was technically torn into two hearts - one of the past and one of the present. This was just one of the many things that plagued this young woman's soul right now amongst many other material things like money and security.

She sat there by the cold pavement, still unnoticed by the people who passed by, still mumbling names and still completely wasted. Result of her own lack of foresight, and mental distress. You cannot blame her for experimenting - as she was just 15, and with the lack of visible parental figures you'd even wonder how she'd turn out the way she did.

She swore she saw a hint of white hair as she opened her eyes for a moment before it disappeared with a click of a door. Ah, there was an eatery around here. Where the heck was she? Groaning, she didn't bother to even look at the flashing signage right above her.

It wasn't very long before she turned her head around to see more shades of white. Ah, silver hair. How often was it in the world to see someone with silver hair like her own? Nope. It wasn't even close to "rarely" it was more like "WTF? DOES IT EVEN EXIST?!" sort of rarity, and Emily herself knew she wasn't a natural. Her shining-silver hair was due to a terrible, terrible set of months in solitary confinement.

In her mind, she could still remember the feeling of brimstone being injected onto her veins. That semi-groggy feeling she had upon waking up, and that strange feeling of watching your own hair turn silver.

That feeling of loneliness and solitude - was all to familiar to her right now, was it? But right now, the smell of food lingered onto her nostrils as she realized this man was holding food.

"Oye. You hungly? You take. You eat, yes?"

Emily chuckled. Yes, she was quite hungry, herself. Though, the alcohol had numbed her from thinking that far. She was still quite incapable of tending to herself for the next few hours.

She reeked of alcohol.

She didn't even bother thinking of the dangers of random men giving her food. But this guy had white hair. Emily just gave a big grin and shook her head violently. "Nu. I ahm nat hangree." She said, slurring in that regressed Filipino tongue she had almost forgotten to use.

But in spite of all this, she was quite shivering. It really was a cold night, not good for someone who was dressed so loosely in preparation for the summer. But weird weather was natural nowadays, global warming and all. "Lamig... burr... [It's cold... brr...]" She said to herself, pale cold and shivering. "Gusto ko nang umuwi... "

["Z.E.B."]

Food Vs. Alcohol Drink: Attempting Compromise

"Nu. I ahm nat hangree."

...He chose to ignore the drunken chuckling she gave him. Or at least what he assumed to be drunken. Heaven forbid this girl was loopy due to some sort of drug. Of course, the possibility of her being mentally sick as well didn't elude the boy as a potential possibility, but he was choosing to keep optimistic. Although, the drugs would explain the weird way in which she was speaking Engrish. Hell, it was worse than his own---A note he carefully kept to himself with some ounce of guilty pleasure/pride.

Of course, he'd probably enjoy this whole predicament more if "Drunken Girl" didn't look so pathetic, shivering as she was.---Yeah. He did have some sort of condescending view, but then that was hypocrisy layered on hypocrisy as to what he did, how he thought, and how he looked at things.---Not that he was thinking any of that right now.

"Lamig... burr..." shivering more. "Gusto ko nang umuwi..."

Logic and science said... You eat, the food turns into energy, the energy turns into warmth, you have energy and warmth. The Chinese boy continued to look at her, underneath the shadows of his hat and hair... Distracted slightly by the fact that this was the third person he knew, himself included, that had white hair. No, he couldn't get over that fact.

---Why so compelled? Eh. He summed it up to his Christian/Chinese upbringing. And his employer certainly helped emphasize that. He continued smiling, but roughly shoved the wrapped burger onto her lap, before leaning back. Pulling off his over-shirt/robe, inside-out, before pulling it outside-in, he then abruptly laid it on top of the girl, shaking his head.

"...I no undelstand what the herr you say, D.G."

The smiling didn't stop though. He was either very amused by all of this, it was a pity smile, a combination of the two, or some other potential possibility... For the time being, though, he could only base his actions on her reactions. Besides, he already knew what he wanted to do with D.G., at any rate.~

[seishounohana]

"...I no undelstand what the herr you say, D.G."

La donna e mobile.

A woman is quite fickle, even under the influence of alcohol. Her thoughts were quite jumbled, and ever though as the figure in front of her gave her the overcoat he wore, basically helping her slightly regain a bit of warmth. This felt like the drunken little match girl, in a sense that she was quite pathetic.

And the alcohol only made the chaos in Emily's mind only worse - boy, was she going to have one heck of a hangover tonight. This guy better not be there to witness it; it's going to be quite embarrassing.

"Whai?" She slurred, looking up and smiling back, "Yo don undehrstand feeleep-" a hiccup. "-peeno? Wher ahm I?"

She looked around sluggishly before basically trying to get a hold of the unknown boy, her hands reaching for whatever he had on left for a shirt and gripped it rather tightly as she clung. "Doo ya no wher he ish?" Emily chuckled before completely bursting out into laughter. Why, she was really wasted.

And of course, with the high, came the crash - tears began to form on her eyes as the girl's natural bipolar tendencies finally reared it's ugly head; without the mental wall of Kari, there was little defense Emily had for it. "Huhu... Ree yuuu hee kahhhah... hahaha ri..." She slurred once more, trying to say Ryuu's name. "I mes hem."

Oh, wow. Now she's full-on bawling on this guy's shirt.

And everyone's staring!

Oh my!

[OoC: Adding something, my apologies. I had the feeling that I may not be giving your character the chance to interact much, so @_______@;;; -too paranoid for her own good- ]

Suddenly her tears stopped, and her eyes; still quite red from crying, was now looking up at him with a piercing stare. Not like she could see his face in detail. First, she was too tired; second, she was too wasted to even put two and two together.

And after the depression came unfounded anger - typical depressive emotion. Her hands gripped his shirt tighter. "I ham nat drank!" She said, fuming with mixed emotions too volatile to control. It was like many voices were speaking out on her head, telling her things that never really existed. Well, alcohol can do a lot of shit to the body and mind - especially under stress.

"Doh yo know haw et fells to laik somewan en den wait por so long por natting?! [Do you know how it feels to like someone and then wait for so long for nothing?!]" She suddenly turned agressive, and then at a split second; paused, clutching her head.

Yup, she was really out of it.

"Mai hed herts. [My head hurts.]" She said, "... do you... have ...water?"

The last part was spoken normal, quite surprisingly.