"I'd rather eat an entire garbage can than a meal in prison, to be frank. Porridge and meat substance lookin' like a pile o'--" She stops her speech in its tracks at Tifa's question, appearing momentarily, mildly insulted. "Am I from here? Here? Oh, for Aine's sake, no. The Irish are like watered down liquor in comparison, like a bunch of wee fuckin' fairy-men and--" Again, she pauses, ceasing her theatrical ranting to a minimum, "Er, no. I'm a Scot. I hope I don't sound too Irish to a sand-dweller such as yourself." A wink followed that, and Ilya finished her cigarette in a cozy silence.
At Nyght's arrival, she pressed the butt against her boot as she did before and stood up, brushing the alley dust from the denim of her bum. "I think she's all right; the angry mob went runnin' elsewhere, and over a pack of granola, Gods. Fairy-men, I tell you." Ilya's last comment would, of course, not ring a single bell in either Jack's nor Nyght's mind; she did seem like a proper loon, pridefully.
"I'm Ilya, by the by -- and I swear I'm not crazy. I was getting a pretty lady out of a bind."
She then peeked past Nyght, to Jack, and gestured silently for him to hide his Gods damn boner.
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"I do not want to be human - I want to be myself. They think I am a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand."
Post by Tifa Mikhail on Apr 18, 2016 20:17:11 GMT -5
Tifa smiles, though it looks a bit strange with her mouth full of granola. She wipes her mouth with the back of her sleeve and swallows, almost audibly. "Nah, I just didn't want to assume." She flips some of her hair behind her ear and, as Nyght and Jack pop into the alley, she hops up and even steps back so that Ilya is in front and at the center of attention.
At the compliment from her new buddy, she grins, but quickly flips her hood back on. "I'd rather not introduce myself... Not to you two, at least." No offense meant, of course. But by her body language, the young woman was obviously on edge at the appearance of the two newcomers. Not to mention, Jack's boner but we won't talk about that. She slips her box of goodies back into her pocket and steps even further behind Ilya, nearly blending into the shadows with her dark clothes.
Why do we never know enough of happy ends? Why do they never show?
All the times that we have been so good at caring, how many times we'll never know.
Post by Nyghtingale on Apr 29, 2016 0:44:14 GMT -5
Nyght blinked as Jack called her to a halt for a moment. She listened to him speaking, and could not help but think to herself. Well DUH! Of course he LIKED her liked her....she like LIKED him as well. She had for a while, and she could not believe he was JUST NOW telling her this in the middle of this giant bonifide bonanza. Her thoughts however where cut abruptly short when he kissed her again. She blinked at first, tensing just slightly thinking this was going to be a repeat of last time when he kissed and ran. She was proven wrong however when his lips lingered and stayed upon her own, and she relaxed instantly. She even kissed him back, her lips moving slightly against his own until he broke away.
"Well...." She said breathlessly, staring in his eyes, "it is about TIME you said that. I've only been trying to tell you the same thing for several months now, you crazy man!" She giggled, covering her mouth with one of her hands and shaking her head at this strange turn of events brought on by Jack himself. She had though that she was going to have to use her powers to strip his cloths off him one of these days and jump his BONES to get the point across. Luckily, she did not notice his sudden new super power which was growing a new appendage.
Nyght blinked at the strange crazy woman, her eyes wide and shaking her head. Ilya seriously had something wrong with her head. Fairy-men? Those men where definitely not fairies, and some of them had definitely not even been men. She was about to voice this when she realized the nut job, who introduced herself as Ilya, probably was using some sort of local slang. Nyght was French and British, and definitely not Scottish or Irish and not use to their unusual terminology.
"Nice to meet you as well Ilya, and whoever you are. I was gonna help you out....just pay for the box of stuff myself and offer you some cash as well. I know what it is like being down on my luck....I was thrust out on to the streets a year or so ago myself and lived homeless for quite a while. Not sure where food was going to come from, or the next place to sleep would show up. First time I meet anybody nice was when she caught me digging a third of a sandwich out of a dumpster behind a building."
Nyght shrugged her shoulders slightly. She knew exactly what is was like, and how rough and hard that life could be. Many girls did not survive it unscathed....she had not in fact. She still had a vendetta against a certain male who had destroyed her own innocence while she was homeless. A vendetta she planned on one day repaying. "By the way...my name is Nyghtingale but you can call me Nyght."
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on May 8, 2016 22:23:01 GMT -5
She kissed him back. SHE'D KISSED HIM BACK. Jack's mind was almost completely blank with nothing but those words going through over and over once it was over. In fact, he was feeling a bit lightheaded. Something about the unfortunate combination of an all sugar diet and most of the blood rushing out of his brain. It passed before too long and he could think again, his mind racing a mile a minute. The young man was a little embarrassed that he'd apparently been so oblivious the past several months, but mostly he was just happy.
As they continued, Jack swiftly managed to regain control of his physiology so that the only boner he had was of the metaphorical kind. Just in time too, as they'd turned a corner and happened upon two strangers who seemed oddly familiar to the young man. He chewed a couple pieces of candy while he thought about where he might've seen them before. It probably didn't matter, though he was vaguely disappointed.
Nyght called one of the strangers crazy. The stranger, name of Ilya, claimed she was not crazy, much like a crazy person probably would. And right after a rant about fairy men, too. Whatever the hell those were. But at least her behavior was friendly. At least, friendlier than the other stranger who'd attempted to retreat into the shadows shortly after he and Nyght had shown up.
There was some chit chat, Nyght mentioned eating a sandwich out of a dumpster. Jack wondered what kind of sandwich, but it didn't seem the appropriate time to ask. He made a mental note for later, though. Yeah, being homeless wasn't super fun. He'd been like that after running away, before getting snatched up. At first it had been, like, all camping and tramping about. But the fun had worn off almost immediately.
Oh, they were doing introductions now. Jack waved, not not awkwardly. "I'm called Ten. Um, if you don't mind my asking," The young man began, addressing the rude one. "Why granola bars? Why not, say, candy or chips or somesuch?"
