Post by Rae-Star Berii on Jan 31, 2013 15:38:16 GMT -5
Rae had taken the bus down town, to go to one of the little markets on the outskirts of this world. She enjoyed the art here, the freedom of living that there seemed to be in this world, but Rae couldn’t stand the public transport. Still, it was the only way she could get around these days, her Uncle had broken all the bones in her left hand when he’d taken a sledge hammer too it. The butt of the hammer had smashed down, down and down again, destroying her fingers, flattening her knuckles and snapping her wrist. It meant she couldn’t drive, it also meant she was terribly scared to try and run away again. His tyranny was vindictive but it kept the hippy-chick in line. So, with a satchel over her shoulder, her hand strapped tightly and against her breast in a soft white sling, she was taking the bus to the market.
Once every so often several trucks and vans met up in a carpark on the outside of town, they sold interesting things, fantastic materials, little odd gadgets and some really funky clothing. Rae intended to buy a hoard of cigarettes but she was also going to look for other things, and it was nice to look around the crafts and arts.
“What happened to your hand, baby?” The lad on one of the music stands smiled at her. Rae just chuckled gently, running her fingertip over the strings of an acoustic guitar. “I caught them in a mangle.” She lied; flawlessly, the words automatic on her tongue. But even as she spoke the words she moved far away from the stall with the noisy owner and ducked under some tie-died linen and towards a sweat lodge-circle; sat around a make-shift fire, where several people were smoking cannabis.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Feb 11, 2013 14:07:08 GMT -5
Taking the joint to her lips she took a toke as she watched the man approach, the drug took away the pain in her strapped hand, it relaxed her and made her feel completely at ease.
It didn’t matter that it was illegal, it didn’t matter that she was sharing with hippy-travellers and gypsies, it made her feel a lot better and right then she needed to feel better.
Inhaling the sweet, important smoke, she held it for as long as she could before letting it tangle up into the air and out of the corner of her mouth. Then she placed the little white stick back between her lips and watched as a blond lad came to their fire.
A stranger.
Well they often picked up strangers, it was worthwhile, they had the most interesting stories and the caravans often didn’t stay in one place for very long. While they liked to return to this spot under the overpass, it didn’t mean they were always here. Many of the men and women in the market stalls were strangers who became friends to the little collection of people.
“Sure-“ One of the lads she was sat with smiled; “Pull up a can.” He said smiling and pointed to the can nearest to Rae.
Rae watched him with her eyes as the offer was made for him to sit beside her. With her good hand she offered the stranger the roll she was smoking.
{Sorry for the delay, I've been really swamped in school, won't happen again}
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Feb 16, 2013 8:56:50 GMT -5
Rae seemed to fit in here, she was artistic, had a love of drawing and painting, of music and of dancing. She loved anything that allowed her to be creative, which was an interesting trait for an extra-ordinarily intelligent girl. Rae had an amazing sense of logic and was clever with machines as well as being highly creative. With her off array of scarfs that donned her neck and her rainbow coloured, skittle like hair, she seemed to fit in her very well. But she was not one of these people, she was not free.
Her eyes went over the stranger once more as he sat beside her and she shifted just slightly to avoid him brushing her broken hand as he sat beside her. He took the joint off her and passed it forwards after taking a breath. She, without the role of white to keep her distracted started playing with the fraying on her sling. It was only when he spoke again that she looked up; her eyes watching the people around her.
She could not answer his question, because she was not heading anywhere, she was stuck here – with her Uncle. But he got an answer of one of the leaders, who, in as polite a way as was natural for these folk; “Here there and everywhere” They smiled, non-committal.
“Lenny.” He responded, somewhat cool and around the circle of people the introductions went. They came to Rae last, and she had not been paying much attention. She did not care for their names; it did not seem healthy for her to make connections. “Rae.” She said when it was her turn.
Rae had given up; she had given up on life. Normally when asked her name she would give an alternative, a pseudonym, she often went by Maria. Now, well she didn’t see the point, if anything it felt childish.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Feb 17, 2013 4:38:12 GMT -5
Might I take a look at that?
She was forced out of a thoughtful moment by his question directly to her, Rae blinked at him. A doctor? What was a doctor doing in a place like this? That didn’t make any sense, but Rae wasn’t thinking outside of the box here, she was comparing him to the cooperation doctors, the doctors who worked in hospitals and such. She didn’t judge him, but just watched him cautiously.
“-Caught it in a mangle.” She said, her spoke English accent sounding odd even in these multi-cultural soundings. It was a lie, it was the same lie she had been telling for several days. The damage, on closer inspection, looked like it had been done with a round and heavy object, it did not looked mutilated enough to be conceivable of a mangle. True enough the damage had been done with the repetitive striking of a sledge hammer, a punishment to remind her escaping was bad.
Still, she unhooked the sling she wore and let him look at it. She’d bandaged it up tightly, but that wasn’t her concern as his fingers touched to her skin. It was slight, the feeling of relief that started in her fingertips, and had Rae not been soothed by an angel before she would have missed it entirely, but her body knew the warmth of the feeling that sunk into her skin. She had last felt it in New York, sat in a tube station with strings of woozy blood dripping from her self-harm slits.
Recognition came into her eyes and she looked up at him, blinking for a moment. “Ow.” She told him, despite them both knowing he wouldn’t be hurting her, a noise made to cover the surprise on her features and not give him away. She drew her hand out of his and rose, re-attaching her sling. “Follow me.” She murmured, just to him, standing from her place on the can and slipping away from the collective fire.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Feb 26, 2013 14:45:48 GMT -5
The wound felt healed, it still looked someone else’s hand and not her own, ill-fitting with her slender, pale and beautiful skin, but it did not hurt anymore. It was numbed…and for that she was thankful to him, even if she was nervous of him.
Of course, she replaced the sling as she rose and walked away from the fire a little; not going too far she took him down a concrete bank and towards were the underground water pipes met the underpass river. Her eyes went out to the water, and in those moments there was fear in them. She was more afraid of the water than she was of the man who had just healed her.
When he joined her she did not look at him, but simply stated. “The last time I met one of you, she saved my life.” She said slowly, carefully. Her eyes went from the water to him, and she said; “I know you are not her, but I never quite got chance to repay her for her kindness to me, I know what you are and I know, if you wanted to you could kill me as quickly as heal me. But- I do not think I will meet her again...so, if there is anything I can do, to clear my debt to you…”
She left the sentence open, hoping he’d understand as she spoke shyly to him.
