Shades of Blue (Orion)

by **Ana Sol Starris** on March 15th, 2013, 12:46 am

Summer 45th, 509AV
Seaside Market

Ambience? :

It had been 20 days since that horrible incident in front of the flashy, frilly, high end looking place; and in that time, Neilles had become wary of people around her. The light of which Neilles had placed Sunberth under diminished, leaving a grey, bleak world around her filled with wolves and monsters. Shades of blue coated her ever freezing sympathy to the hearts beating within the anarchist cities infrastructure. Sprinkling droplets of freezing rain, and apathy, fell down the sky to greet the blood stained city- at first lightly, and then turning into a roar of anger, and spite. People of all colors, ethincities scrambled hurridly to avoid most of the downpour, only some remained outside, bearing the slowly building up Spring thunderstorm.

Neilles was one of those such people; careless with her health.

There was just something about the rain that seemed to ease her troubled nerves, her body still very much in pain from the violent beating earlier, a disgusting, revolting sensation crawled in her gut; the rain served to be a base, for the acid she felt eating away at her mind. Not many people seemed to travel outside, from what she could tell as she stepped light in the mud, her skirt getting rather dirty in the process of splashing droplets colliding with the ground. She had a new shirt, though it was only being temporarily borrowed until she bought a new one, her former blouse had been torn beyond repair. Hopefully a bit of rain wouldn't ruin her plans to enter the Seaside Market to get a new one, if she couldn't, well she would try the next day.

Little Neilles ambled slowly to the market and once finally arriving her eyes would scan and search the many stalls selling seedy wares, eyes heavy, body shivering from the cold sprinkling rain. There should have been more color in the world now, but there was not, she saw the corruption crawling around peoples minds, it was something in Sunberth that... Neilles had trouble seeing at first, which made her frighteningly innocent to the woes of the city, but now she saw them and because of this she was having trouble being normal around those she walked. Always afraid another person would lash out at her, and do worse to her than that man with the blue eyes had, much worse, perhaps without escape next time.

She was lucky then, but there would be worse next time.

Her aprehension took her through many levels, tunnels, and holes through her thoughts and let trail after a long string of fear, and worries. Paranoia, one could call it true awareness of ones surroundings gripping your neck with an invisible hand. Disorder, there was much of it, and with it came less ability to see around her; indeed Neilles' presumptions had been correct that merchants would still be selling their wares in the rain. People were sparse in the area, but some did roam, more popped up when the harsh downpour became miniscule sprinkles, sputterings of sunlight popped out from the dark, gloomy clouds overhead. It was precisely because of this that Ana had hardly noticed the man she bumped into.

Jumping back, and spazzing, Neilles shrunk away fearfully for what she had done and muttered out rapid apologies, keeping her head down.

by **Orion Michaels** on April 18th, 2013, 2:05 am

Gods this city was a hole in the earth. Despicable. Horrible. And perfect. It was exactly what he needed right now. Drunken debauchery almost nightly. No, every single night. He could lose himself in a whore. Drink himself stupid. Forget everything. Hate everything. No one judged. Or maybe everyone did? All he knew was that none of it mattered. No one mattered here, and that was the way it should be. "No one petching cares about anyone. Dog eat dog."

Once vibrant blue eyes were now almost grey, the life, the energy, and the excitement with which he once viewed existence long gone. The rain that fell made sure of it, a melancholy symbol of a new, dark beginning. The droplets pounded against the exposed skin of his face, almost frozen rain melting against warm skin and running down his cheeks as though the skies themselves were rejoicing in his sorrow.

His once fine cloak was now torn, ratty, imperfect. A scuffle with a man who decided Orion needed to part with some of his gold had left him bruised, battered, and without a hood to his cloak, but the man had received a lesson from a cook with a lucky right hook. His knuckles still hurt from the fool's jaw. It was a satisfying feeling. More fights, more angry exchanges had occurred in his brief time in the city than the rest of his time in Syliras in total. He was bruised and beaten himself, and every day he was there he looked less like a Syliran and more like a dirty dog of Sunberth. This place would become his, or it would consume him.

On this dreary day, Orion found himself in the Seaside Market, perusing worthless wares. Everything was junk. He knew it. Everyone was a thief. He knew that too. How the entire city hadn't simply caved in on itself in a twisted ball of hate and rage was amazing to him. A place where everyone only looked out for number one was so absurdly appealing. Unlike the items sold at the shops, which were a waste of his time.

He wouldn't have to worry about what the crooked merchants were selling for long, though, as right before he began to sift through some trinkets, a young woman collided with him. His face contorted as he turned on her with disdain. "Stupid little bitch. Watch where you're going." Little blond girl. Beaten. Just like everyone else in the city. Yet there was something oddly familiar about this one. He must have seen her in passing...

"Well, are you going to apologize?" It was more of a demand than a question. You couldn't give an inch here, or the populous would take a mile, and then ten more. "I'm waiting."

by **Ana Sol Starris** on May 12th, 2013, 10:06 pm

That voice.

Fear gripped her harshly.

Images of days before flashed through her eyes, resting in her head, creating a terror that could curdle milk into spoiled cheese within mere seconds of churning, sending the feeling down into her stomach. Neilles felt her chest give a squeeze, and then a sharp yank, strangling the throat to keep her from spewing gibberish out of her mouth. Neilles couldn't believe this, it was as if the gods had cursed her into meeting this man. Frightened, and disblieving eyes found themselves travelling upwards from the ground to the piercing blue ones of the stranger himself. Her previous attacker, he hadn't changed at all, but at the same time she found his appearence vague.

Motor skills were the second thing to go, verbal skills being the first, as panic set in. Neilles opened her mouth once, twice, and then shut it, feeling her breath catch in her throat and stay lodged there. Choking her.

RUN AWAY. RUN.

Internally words screamed at her, not in the form of a voice, but an instinctual gut feeling that bid her to get away. Run away, she was to run away and stay away from this menace on her life. Flashes of hot and cold crashed down her body, starting from her head, going down to her toes, inspiring glitchy movement from her feet. Labored breathes found a way out of her mouth, the shakes came next, as the light headedness forced her to take in the oxygen that her lungs demanded so dearly. Panic. Fear. Paranoia. Neilles in a wild, and desperate move on her part, pushed her previous attacker hard in the chest, turning on her heels to run away from him as fast as she could.

Without an apology, but a scream "NO!"

by **Orion Michaels** on May 30th, 2013, 4:58 pm

Well that wasn’t what he’d expected. It wasn’t an apology. She didn’t even fire back a barb at him like he expected most in this city to do. No, instead it was fear. Absolute fear, as though Orion was some sort of monster. Even if he was. Even though he was. She was paralyzed, just staring at him wide eyed, unable to move, unable to react, unable to utter a single word. Gods, it was irritating. He was just supposed to exert that he was more powerful, even if it was to this young woman. His lip furled into something of a snarl, and he was about to tear into her verbally when she did something he hadn’t expected. She struck out at him. He wasn’t prepared, so it was surprisingly effective. He was sent staggering back as she turned on her heels. If something like this would have occurred a handful of seasons prior, oh how differently things could have gone. Orion would have been such a different person. He wouldn’t have been so . . . angry.

“Hey, get back here!”

He couldn’t believe the words that came from his mouth, and more so, he couldn’t believe the action he was taking. The woman was running from him. After he took that first step towards her, he was giving chase. He couldn’t show weakness. He couldn’t let this little blond just get away with that, right? Not here, not so publicly. She couldn’t get away that easily, or at least he thought so. Truth be told, she was much smaller than him, and in a crowded marketplace, she had an advantage. Shoving past random strangers proved to me more difficult than he’d anticipated, and it was only making him more upset.

“Why the petch are you running from me?”

Because you’re chasing her, you idiot. But that was the answer he wanted. What would make someone so fearful of him? Had he given this vaguely familiar woman a dirty look and now she didn’t want anything to do with him? Such sensitivity over something so small. All he knew was that she was going to get away, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

by **Ana Sol Starris** on June 5th, 2013, 4:50 am

The shout was lost in the thrum of her ears, the race of her heart, and its beat that wildly richoteted against her rib cage. Everything said to run, danger was near, a looming threat if she stayed where she had. Neilles needed to find a small place and seclude herself, a place that wasn't by people, a safe haven that could defend against intruders and so she ran in search of that elusive space of heavenly area. Arms in front as she began weaving through people, stepping over their feet and sometimes stepping on them. The escape would have gone a lot smoother if she hadn't been moving against a crowd of people, and instead with them, but that didn't matter, she couldn't let herself be caught.

After the rain fall, the market had filled over time, and Sunberth of course was known for its crude, and harsh nature. One desperate push of her hands against a stranger, trying to veer on the other side in an attempt to avoid illicited a shove from the gruff looking man, forcing her to the ground. Hissing out a multitude of swears and threats at the blonde girl, maybe there had even been a blade.

Neilles didn't stay on the ground long enough to find out, she scrambled away from a heavy looking boot that almost stomped her down, and fled further down the market area as fast as she could, making a sharp turn that was less populated than the others. To the side she went into an alleyway, an accursed opening, but it seemed like a wonderful place to hide to her. Running a hand against the dirty wall, she held her chest, breathing raggedly, the thump of her heart staggering her movements. Ambling forwards further still into the small passageway, Neilles would sit against the same wall, and curl her legs inwards. Had she escaped?

One glance back, perhaps at the wrong time, at the right, she saw nothing, but who was to say that she had escaped for sure. Everything was slow, but hyper sensitive, she almost felt as if she was going to be sick right there on the streets. Shivering, and huddling, she must have looked absolutely pathetic. Her legs had turned to jelly, she had ran so hard, so quick, in both panick and fear. Hoping silently that confrontation would not be had.. If fate were to be so kind. Please.. Please.. Don't find me.. Don't anyone find me.. I won't be here long.. I just need to catch my breath.. I just need to..

Desperately, she pled. Internally.

Taking deep breathes, she felt light headed, tired, scared, she needed to get up.. but her legs wouldn't respond. Maybe nothing would find her, maybe the man had dissapeared, maybe, just maybe, that was all her hopes seemed to be..

A big fat maybe.

by **Twister** on August 26th, 2013, 7:33 pm

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Ana Sol Starris

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Orion Michaels

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