Baggage Claim {SOREN}

[elaezerbelle]

((Sorry I’ve been slacking! I started writing a fan fiction thinger…actually it’s mostly an original fantasy story with a bunch of jrocker’s names more or less as a sneaky way to get people to read it >.> So I’ve been working on that constantly.))

Odille was really very fond of birds. Elegant peacocks, cute little sparrows. They were one creature that appreciated good music too. Soren too seemed to be very interested in the little creature. It reminded Odille of the pigeon lady from Home Alone 2. She pictured Soren covered in pigeons with his pockets full of bird seed and had to stop herself from laughing. “Yeah, mmmm.” She hesitated, she had an aversion to deep or philosophical conversations because she really didn’t consider herself intelligent enough and in the past they usually left her drooling and confused like a vegetable. Somehow her mind kept coming up with more to say, which was unusual, “Yeah, like that.” She finished, holding back.

Soren looked at the painting strangely. She realized it was kind of weird of her to say she liked it the most, it seemed like he was genuinely unsettled by it. He believed this was the future. She thought about that and decided maybe she didn’t like it so much after all. “I don’t know…I suppose…I find beauty in that easier than I would a landscape. Not beauty exactly…hmm.” She searched for the right word. “Something about it draws me in easier than an ocean. I can relate to it.” She twisted her lip, “Do you think I’m crazy now?” She laughed nervously. “It takes all kinds of people to make a world.” She said vaguely. She wasn’t about to go running through the streets proclaiming to be an Illusionist, not with people like Caleb Beckett in the world. No, I don’t think you’re crazy, strange, but probably fairly sane. She thought.

She nodded. He was someone else to add to her mental collection. She came to Sanglinee initially just to meet other people like her. She’d met several, though they all seemed to come and go, some completely disappearing out of nowhere, others sticking around. Before he could ask what her ability was she cast an illusion for him. “Yeah? I like it. I can see whatever I want to.” She said, looking down at her high heeled shoes and kicking at the carpet for a second. She noticed the canvas hidden under the bed and assumed it was another painting of some kind of disaster. “No!” Oh it must’ve been a bad one too. She flipped it over and held it up. “That’s all very well. But, yeah, no.” She shook her head and waved her hands as if dismissing some idea.

“You’re having visions of me now? I don’t even know you, what kind of visions are you having of me.” She didn’t want an answer. “I feel like…like my privacy has been invaded.” She continued, she hadn’t raised her voice though she was visibly upset. She was in the doorway now, she had opened the door and was standing in the light. She created visions, she could make herself or anyone see what they wanted. She couldn’t relate to someone receiving a vision they couldn’t control. What had his ability shown him about her and why? She paused in the doorway because he kept profusely apologizing to her and she couldn’t just go while he was in mid sentence. “You didn’t think to mention that I’m standing here all this time the fact that you…you…” She put her hand out and gestured towards the painting in question.
“I wont paint you again, it’s just, when I someone so beautiful I want to paint them. You.” She blinked bulging eyes at him, her expression said it all. Strange men having visions of her, painting her, then having a conversation without pointing out the fact, and to top it off he was trying to pick her up or something. Beautiful!

[soren]

((I'm so sorry things have just been crazy my sis is going back up to school and everything! *bows and begs for mercy* don't kill me!))

He watched the bird and with a long and heavy sigh moved to put a hand up as the painting teetered yet again in the change of wind. He carefully touched th sides of the canvas and tilted is so it wouldn't tip any longer. He'd been so fond of birds, they got to just fly away. his mind wandered to the strange person he'd seen quite randomly one day in a vision. He was quite odd looking and had large wings. He had been carrying something as he flew and no less than an hour later he turned on th news to find a top story about an 'angel' in a hospital. People were so gullible and willing to believe in anything just to have someone else to believe in. Like said 'angel' was most likely a tainted avisist or wind controller.

Soren nodded understandingly. "I see, kind of like it has a more powerful meaning." He shrugged and placed th painting face down again he didn't like to look at it. His lips twitched but didn't go into a smile, "Of course not. If you were crazy then I would be crazy, then essentially no one would be sane anymore." He shrugged knowing that it was a confusing thing to say. He knew there were plenty of different people in the world, "That is true." There were those like him who just wanted people to accept them as they were, then others who wanted all Tainteds dead and visa versa, then others who just wanted to be left alone. He wasn't going to do something he would regret, he'd been very careful about what he said around people. He didn't know why he'd even admitted that to Odille, it was like he couldn't control his tongue anymore.

He shook his head then nodded, "Actually I've been having them for a while..." He said knowing he'd regret telling her but also regret not telling the truth. "I'm so sorry, I can usually control them but I don't know! I can't control them or block them when it comes to you." He said desperately, "I've never seen anything, I swear." He said raising his hands. "I've just been seeing you... unhappy lately..." He shook his head again, "Listen, Odille, I can't always control what I See. I didn't chose to See you the visions just come." He said desperately trying to get her to understand. "I'm sorry," he repeated, "I didn't... I though you'd be frightened by me." He said helplessly his eyes showing the pain he'd always tried so hard to hide. Way to go Soren, said a snide voice in his head, you're chasing away another one. He ignored it and got his emotions back in control, "You may not think so but you are the most gorgeous person I've ever painted." He said letting a smile play at his lips.

[elaezerbelle]

((Agh I wont, I’ve been just as bad m(_ _)m sorry!! XD))

Soren was digging himself a deeper and deeper grave. Now he was burying himself. At first he seemed like a nice, maybe a little average-maybe a little jumpy, guy. Nice guy, Odille? The only nice guy is a gay guy. “Actually I’ve been having them for a while…” She could feel herself go pale. Her whole life until now was spent hiding herself from people, making sure people didn’t know who she really was. The fact that someone could see things about her that no one else could wasn’t just mildly creepy, it scared the shit out of her. Maybe he sensed where her thoughts were headed because he said, “I’ve never seen anything, I swear.” She turned red at just the idea of it. That it was even possible and that if he didn’t have the control he said he didn’t have, maybe he would see something very private. She could not have that, her skin crawled just thinking about it.

“I’ve just been seeing you…unhappy lately…” She put her arms up and threw them down at her side in exasperation. He had no right to see how she felt about anything. She didn‘t know him, she didn‘t let people see her unhappy. It just wasn‘t fair. “I thought you’d be frightened by me.” Well, yeah, you think? He was upset, he had the gall to look hurt, but she was decided. She was leaving now. “You may not think so but you are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever painted.” She’d had men be so blatantly flirtatious with her before, but the thing that was different was that he was serious. He wasn’t some disgusting middle aged man in a pub trying to take her home, he was trying to be genuine. But even so, flirting was flirting and it was something she couldn’t stand for. “You’re delusional.” She shot back and left, slamming the door behind her. The envelope discarded on the table for Sai, should he choose to ever come and look at it. She couldn’t stick around anymore. She had to figure out how she was going to take showers with her clothes on.

((Crap, Odille! You aren't supposed to get mad and leave! Do you want to continue this like...several days later dot dot dot, or what?))

[soren]

He was just babbling. He got worse and worse it was like a curse that he couldn't stop. He finally bit his tongue and clamped his mouth shut as she went pale then red with anger. He ducked his head and felt like getting on the ground and pleading for mercy. "I'm so sorry." He said hopelessly a groan of frustration escaping in his throat. He suddenly hated his visions and wanted them to stop. His vision darkened and his eyes turned black as he saw again. He tried to pull from it but it wouldn't let him. A wedding? Odille was there and she was smiling. He saw an invitation with not only Sai's' name but his also. He came out of his vision and his heart leapt into his throat. There was hope. He might be able to see her again.

Her words hurt. He tried to stutter an explanation but no words came out. He bit back tears why was he so hurt by her. When she said delusional his heart fell and everything in him broke he was stunned. Maybe he was doomed to be alone forever. She slammed the door before he could call her to wait. She was gone. He fell to his knees and suddenly he became angry. Not at her but at himself. He threw his glass container of paintbrushes at the wall making it rattled. He fell to his knees fighting the emotions that were threatening to pour from him. He took the painting from his bed and winced as his foot caught a piece of glass. He flopped on th bed and buried his face in his pillow hoping to smother himself somehow. His tears soaked into his pillow he couldn't stop them it was as if what she had done had broken his last barrier and all his unshed tears were flowing out.

((um... lets have a later than... kind of thing this post was far to short lol))

[elaezerbelle]

Several days later.......

It was because of the lack of things to occupy her mind, that’s what she told herself when her mind would wander over useless things over and over again. Ebenezer had left town after her accident, and she still sometimes thought about him. She wondered if maybe she could find him and talk to him, though she didn’t know what she’d say or why it mattered. She thought about the semi hitting her and unconsciously jumped and winced at the recollection of how it felt to be practically smashed. And it would’ve all been ok if she didn’t live through it, but she had thanks to previously mentioned healer, and now she thought way too much about it. And then there was her voyeuristic friend who was probably watching her right now at this moment. Sitting in the park bringing a song out of her cello, seemingly peaceful with her eyes closed, but every so often squeezing them tighter at a particularly unhappy memory that would be brought up as she traveled from one thought to the next. For all she knew, he was watching. For all she knew, he was always watching her.

Though 99.9% of her felt completely unsettled and downright creeped out by the man, there was this miniscule little .1% that felt almost comforted. Like she wasn’t completely alone. Now that Masinori had someone and Ebenezer had left town before they could even think about becoming friends, and then Hotaru was busy being preggers and Aoi was being Aoi. She knew he couldn’t read her mind or anything, but sometimes she’d say something to him, though usually snarky and inside her head like, ”I’m taking a shower now so you better sod off.” That was usually it. Then she’d tell herself to stop thinking about it because he was weird, and she’d start thinking about shards of glass and metal again and bleeding in the middle of the street with her guts on the grill of the semi. It probably hadn’t been that bad, but it sure felt like it.

She abruptly stopped playing when the accident played over in her head for the millionth time. With a groan she settled her things, putting music away and closing her cello in it’s case. She carried it with ease, used to it’s weight, and headed out of the park and back towards her car across the street, looking both ways before doing so. It was definitely a habit now, even though before she knowingly ran out without looking. It wasn’t exactly and accident. She was halfway there, oblivious to everything but the bright fall day, soon it would be winter and it would mark a year since she‘d come here. Just then a fruit truck rounded the corner, heading straight for her as she clanked across the street.

((Uh oh, Odille sure is in trouble now >.> I wonder if anyone will come and rescue her? *cough*))