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- Conri Church - 02-17-2008 [html]
- Beppe Agapito - 03-01-2008 [html] [/html]Hello! :] [/html]
Though Beppe had been around these lands for many weeks now, he still felt isolated in his knowledge of the territories. There were a few select places that he knew well, and a few little hideouts that he liked to hang around by himself and just take in his surroundings, but overall his mental map was scrappy at best. Today, inspired by the crisp air and the thin, sharp rays of light that had woken him that morning, as well as the need to keep his mind busy, he had decided to do a little exploring. His last journey to the human city had been quite short lived, and a little embarassing, but today he would visit it anyways. This time he didn't follow the same path, and ended up somewhere that was, in many ways, completely different. Unlike the red lanterns and the divine silence of China Town, the place he had ended up gave him a distinct feeling of chaos, entropy. The vinyl siding on some of the houses looked sad, abused, and the brick on others was crumbling. The nervousness that China Town had given Beppe was so much different than the nervousness this place gave him. The boy would stick to the promise he made to himself, though; he always did. Besides, he couldn't ignore the curiosity that wrapped around his very bones. It practically held him together. He walked carefully through the streets, letting his eyes roam over the tired facade of the human houses. As he followed his path, the houses seemed to become less decrepid, and also larger, with less simple designs. Seeing movement in one of them through the window, Beppe slowed down a little before climbing up the porch. Letting his hand rest on the doorframe, he leaned in, not stepping over the threshold, and peered around.[html] - Conri Church - 03-03-2008 [html]
- Beppe Agapito - 03-06-2008 [html] [/html]The light within the house had a stale quality to it, as if simply passing through the crusty windowpanes had made it so much older. Dust seemed to hang in suspension, and Beppe could feel it and taste it as he breathed in. His eyes were struggling to adapt to the dimness while his mind was struggling to take in the state of all these already strange human things. The boy had been in houses before, when he was very young, but the way the years had permeated the fabrics of the furniture and the very walls of the house was rather shocking to him. In the blink of Nature's great eye, all of this would be reduced to rubble and dust, and eventually the world that Beppe was more accustomed to would be present once again, its roots capable of pushing cracks through the concrete. [/html]
For the moment, the boy had forgotten about the movement he had seen through the window, and he didn't notice the rustling from within the house until he heard the crackle and thump of papers and books hitting the floor. Finally his attention was torn away from the sad furniture and dust covered photos and he took a small step, just enough to get him over the threshold. In the back of his mind he knew that he shouldn't go too far in until he knew what was actually in here; he didn't want to be cornered by an ill-wishing creature. Beppe usually let that little warning light go unnoticed, but before he had the chance to, the moving shape appeared from a hallway. Beppe, his eyes released from the curious objects, smiled gently and said, "No, but thank you, do you mind if I look around?" His left foot shuffled forward a bit. It was only now that he noticed that the other was missing an arm, and a temporary coldness ran down his spine. "This is the first house I have been in here, they are all like this? Is there anything most interesting I should see?" Beppe was glad there was someone else there as well; it dulled the heavy creepiness of the place.[html] - Conri Church - 03-11-2008 [html]
- Beppe Agapito - 03-17-2008 [html] [/html]Beppe was always relieved to see a smile, even if he had already convinced himself that the other was friendly. He tried not to pay any attention to the missing arm, because it made him feel just a touch uncomfortable, but mostly because the boy thought it would be rude. Feeling a little unnerved by the state of ruin the house was in, he stepped over the threshold. "Thank you," he said quietly in response, letting his eyes flit over the things he hadn't been able to see very clearly from the doorway. Some more photographs were visible, and the human eyes that peered out from behind the glass made him feel even more nervous. [/html]
The other seemed completely confident, though, and the boy trusted him. Though his gaze did not stay on the stranger as they moved down the hall, he was paying close attention to his words. Indeed, based on the outside, Beppe had thought that all the houses would be at least very similar on the inside, varying maybe in the photographs that filled the frames. He would have to look through another of the houses after he left this one. Though the Italian still felt like a trespasser, the feeling that something bad must be going to happen had passed. He peered through a doorway into a smaller room, eying the posters on the wall before his chestnut eyes fell on the bookshelf. "Yes, this is interesting, quite. I like books, but I cannot read them.. I hope they will have pictures." He laughed and smiled effortlessly then, letting his eyes come back to his new friend. The boy nodded, smiled, and replied, "I'm Beppe, pleased to meet you, and thank you for showing me this. I think it would be frightened to come in by myself." The idea of a handshake was unknown to Beppe, mostly because he rarely found himself in his were form. Though the bit of silence between them felt a little uncomfortable, it was because of the feeling the house gave him moreso than the lack of physical contact. His eyes moved back to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, and he walked in there carefully, avoiding the things strewn on the floor. Reaching out gently, he pulled out a big hardcover book and cracked it open. Inside, to his excitement, were large pictures of.. well, nothing Beppe had seen in his life. Swirls of milky white stars, strange contraptions that reminded the boy of an archer's bow, ready to shoot, and firey planets. He flipped the pages, finding a drawing of a strange six limbed thing with large eyes, and muttered, "Mio Dio." Closing the book, his finger still on the page of the strange monster, he held the cover up so Conri could see it. "Can you read this?" The front, too, had a large picture of stars, though this time Beppe could discern them for the depiction was quite close to what he saw in the sky, as well as a photograph of humans in silly suits, more planets, and, printed across the top, Space Encyclopedia. [html] |