Care to join me? (Open)

[KodaBlack]

Aaron Blythe sat under the stars, in one of the many gardens his Aunt managed. His heart was slow, as he looked at the stars; searching for shapes among the stars. There were still people cycling through the massive botanical garden, and none that really interested him.

Tourists here, a few important counsel members there; no one that really caught his eye.

Aaron was used to catching a few eyes himself, in his white T-shirts, hightops, and black skinny jeans; he didn't exactly fit in. But that wasn't the only reason. He didn't like to talk about it much, and tried to avoid his gift altogether. His Aunt had sent him to a tutor to learn to master it, and he had. But that didn't mean he liked it.

"If only," he sighed, closing his brown eyes, "There was a way to make this place more interesting."

[Namtab1]

Evelynn had walked through the gardens. Her hair falling down onto her shoulders. She had figured since that it was night time, no one would really care. Here, there were tourists and no one that knew her. This place was far from where she came from. Sure some people might have heard about her, but who would do anything? She saw rose bushes. Among those bushes, there was white roses. Evelynn smiled, white roses... she thought. She strode over to the flowers. A few small tears formed in her eyes, she was remembering her grandmother. The one time she actually got to meet her grandmother, never mind, she told herself. She stroked one of the petals of the flowers. The nice smooth feeling of that silky petal sent shivers down her spine. Evelynn looked up at the sky. The stars, seeing every twinkle, every movement, was amazing. Her hand slipped down the stem of the flower and Evelynn found herself accidentally pricking her thumb on a thorn. "That's a bitch..." Looking back down from the sky, she saw a man. Well, would've looked like a man in a white t-shirt to anyone else, but Evelynn saw. She smiled, then looked back down at the rose.

['Rax]

Yvon wasn't very inconspicuous in this society either. Imagine an eighteen hundred's-style gentleman -- a jacket, a tie, the whole beans and beef, but wearing what looked like a full-faced motorcycle helmet. Walking through the garden, one wouldn't notice anything off about him until he turned to look at them. It usually made people avoid him.

He was examining a flower that fascinated him so, a large yellow oriental lily, when he heard a rather wistful sounding voice behind him. The jacketed man turned around and looked at the boy curiously and took a few steps toward him.

"You're out in the gardens rather late." He muttered, his voice halfway between robotic and organic. "What are you doing here?"

[KodaBlack]

Aaron rolled to his feet, shaking the loose grass from his shaggy hair and dusting off his jeans. He looked around the garden, before crossing to the rose bushes. Aaron loved roses, especially golden roses. He admired them, without touch, they were so delicate. He smiled when he saw a girl, off to the side. Her thumb was bleeding. "With beauty so alluring, you'd never think they could hurt." he said, striding over to her. "Allow me." he said, placing a delicate finger over her cut. He waved his hand, pulling water from the air. It glowed brightly, as it swallowed her blood and cut, then flashed as it healed it.

[Naminé15]

“Anywhere where there is people is a place for a street artist”, or so Mitcham though. That is why he choose those gardens to perform on that morning.

A hat lay besides him as to get some coins or anything from his show. His hands flew up and down while his thin long fingers played around the blades of a couple of daggers. Mitcham’s slim body danced gracefully passing the blades as close to his skin as possible, without ever letting one single scratch to be made.

Once he finally stopped, a black piece of cloth was taken from his belt, he was blindfolded. All his movements were repeated, as if his sight was no great problem for him. The way his hands swung around his torso seemed even quicker though one could perfectly see each and every movements.

The small crowd around him watched, as if just waiting for a mistake to be made. They were, just like most audiences, critics in disguise. And although Mitcham knew that, he was not afraid. After so many doing street shows for a living, he was just used to all kinds that.

He tried to focus on his performance only, not to pay attention to the critic watchers or anything else. No distractions, no words, just doing his job the way it should done.

[Namtab1]

Evelynn watched as the man came over to her. Well, perhaps he went over to the golden roses first. Golden is such a horrid color, she thought. I hate gold, the color of my hair... The guy, who looked her age, walked up next to her. She turned to face him. Before she could say anything, he spoke, "With beauty so alluring, you'd never think they could hurt." It took her a second to realize he was talking about the roses. Pricking her finger felt like someone had slice it off. "Allow me." He place a finger over her cut. It felt simply amazing, his touch was so soft. With a wave of his hand, glowing water came out of the air. Evelynn's hair glistened off the reflection, creating a soft, golden, shimmer. I knew it... she thought. Her cut was healed when he finished. She smiled and looked into his brown eyes. "Thanks elf."

[wolfbat9008]

A large golden-white beast was flying overhead, looking down on the gardens that contained the beautiful flora."Ooh! Golden hair! That has to have some magical property in it!"Thought the white-and-gold thing, which seemed to be a dragon of some sort. But it had no wings, it had no spikes, only golden fur, white scales and small golden stag-like antlers. It devoured the essence of magic, and was rather disappointed when it flew down, landed behind the golden-haired maiden and gave her a good sniff."Your not magical! Your just a freak of nature! Why would you go parading around like your some siren if your just going to disappoint people?"He cried, but then he sniffed at the elf, and grinned."But you seem to have something about you...tell me, where do you keep your store of magical energy?"He asked politely, despite it being such a strange question.

[KodaBlack]

Aaron smiled at the girl, and ran a hand through his shaggy hair. "Nothing really." It was then he was aware of the new bloodstream hanging around. He slid his hand back over a flower, inhaling a quick breath. The flower withered at his fingertips, drained of its water. He kept his palm closed, the water pooling in his hand. This beast didn't seem very threatening, but he couldn't be too sure. Aaron watched as the beast landed down next to the girl, sniffing at her. He didn't see the that wild look in it's eyes, so he could only assume it meant no harm. It then turned to him, and sniffed at him. This thing was actually pretty cute. He smiled, and stroked it's head. "There isn't anything "magical" about what I can do." he shrugged, opening his hand. The stream of water danced in and out of his fingers. "It's more of a form of telepathy, really." he said, cheeks turning a mild pink.

Aaron looked back at the girl. He hadn't introduced himself. "My name's Aaron." he said, flashing a white smile.

[Namtab1]

"Your not magical! Your just a freak of nature! Why would you go parading around like your some siren if your just going to disappoint people?" Evelynn took a step back, feeling a little bit hurt. "Freak of nature? A siren? Who the fuck do you think you are? You think I want to be like this. A- a- a freak?" Tears threatened to escape her eyes with a small burning sensation. She blinked them back, for they were fogging up her vision. The creature turned around to speak to Aaron, Evelynn spun around too. It was an ass who had no respect for her feelings. She raised her hand wanting to strike the creature because she had no weapon. Her hand was raised by her face, she was about to bring it down on the monster when a soothing voice snapped her back into reality, "My name's Aaron." She looked into his eyes, hers still a faint red color from the tears. She wiped at her them with her wrist. "I'm Evelynn. Nice to meet you."

[KodaBlack]

"I'm Evelynn. Nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine." he said, still smiling. Her eyes were slightly red, apparently this creature had no courtesy. "And I do believe apologies are in order." he said boldly, crossing his arms across his chest. Aaron glared at the beast, wanting to beat it for hurting Evelynn's feelings. He stood adamant, feet about a shoulder width apart, mouth twisted into a scowl. The water still danced around his fingers, and was actually beginning to steam a little.

This beast was extraordinarily rude, and it had no business here in his Aunt's garden. He looked at the big clock that stood on a lamp post, it chimed. Right on time. Aaron looked around the garden, and cleared his throat. "Alright everyone, its closing time! I hoped you enjoyed your visit! Come back soon!" His Aunt shuffled slow crowd out of the doors.

[Namtab1]

"The pleasure is all mine." Evelynn smiled, her pinks turned a light shade of pink. Luckily, it was dark out. Hopefully, he won't see... Evelynn thought. She had a thing for letting out her feelings for people. Killing her sister did it for her, she would never love anyone again. Love hurts, but Aaron... Evelynn had to scold herself after that thought. It was stupid to think like that... She looked back at Aaron, he was obviously mad at the creature; for he was talking about apologies. Evelynn shook her head, "No, I'll be fine..." Aaron's eyes went from the monster to something else. Evelynn thought she had said something rude to him. Slowly she walked over next to him, and followed his gaze. Her eyes landed on a clock. Sure enough, the chimes rang. "Alright everyone, its closing time! I hoped you enjoyed your visit! Come back soon!" Evelynn felt her shoulders sink. She shook her head before touching the roses one last time. The feeling of the silky petals on her fingertips sent chills down her spine. She looked back at Aaron, "Well, see ya. I guess..." Evelynn slowly started walking to the gate.

[wolfbat9008]

Goodness, no need to shout! I can hear just...well, being a plush toy I do have fluff in my ears...."He said, having second thoughts about his comment."Well, sorry, I can't help being what I am!"He said, flicking his ear in irritation."And before you, like so many before you, ask what exactly it is that I am, I'm an enchanted plush toy. And don't bother to strike me, I'm too soft and bouncy to take any damage."He said, just before the chime of the clock was heard."Already? I just got here!"He whined."I wanted to search this place for any scraps of magical energy! But, if I must leave..."He said, floating off.

He (sort of) secretly looked behind, hoping that they would have a change of heart and have him stay out longer."Oh, so hungry..."He muttered, just loud enough for them to hear as he floated away at an awfully slow pace."If only people had more kindness in their hearts...if only these human creatures could be hospitable..."Then he raised his voice a little in case it wasn't working."Ok, I'm going now...just, y'know, going...away...alone...without anything to eat...or any shelter to go home to...or even a friend to see..."The dragon wouldn't shut up any time soon, would he?

[Naminé15]

The clock announced 6 o’clock in the evening right at the of Mitcham performance. As people around him heard the male voice in the distance telling them leave, they immediately began making their way to the exit of those gorgeous gardens.
No time for bowing to his audience, no time to hold the hat and ask for some more coins. No more. Luck would not dare to be kind to him. Mitcham just got down to get hold of his money placed in the hat on the floor.

People would bump on him, almost trip over him while he tried quickly count the money. They did not care. He was a clown entertaining them and now that fun was over, he mattered little to them and would be unnoticed by all passerbies.

He was finishing to pack his profit for that day, when after a quick glance around he spotted the murmuring creature that a few meters behind stood behind him. He got closer. ‘Hungry, no shelter, no friends’ the thing claimed in an annoying way. Mitcham believed that would mean his success.

“Huh, excuse, mister? Can I call you that? Err… I see that you’re quite lost in here, but since you appearance might be worthy something for what I do, would you help me in my street shows tomorrow?”

He grinned believing to have found a source of gold. What would people pay for seeing such an unusual thing speak and perform? Oh, maybe he was one step closer to the richness he had always dreamt about!

[wolfbat9008]

His ears flattened at this request. He had already been used as an attraction before, not to mention this wasn't the kind of attention he wanted."First of all, that's Shiro to you! And second, what's in it for me? Money has no use for me, let alone materials or health benefits considering I'm a plush toy..."He scolded. The nerve of this, this...street rat, trying to ensure a future of treating him like a circus animal!

"Unless you can get me what I want, I refuse your offer!"He said, crossing his arms and turning his head.

[Naminé15]

The creature reply showed how quick-tempered and irreverent it was. Not very different from Mitcham and his stubborn personality. The chat would be “peaceful”.

The way that thing spoke to Mitcham was no problem; all he could see was the way it could be used to make some profit. If you see an opportunity, grab it.

“Well, Mr. Piece-of-shit-Shiro or whatever you want to be called, I have my one offer and it’s up to you to take it or leave hungry and lonely as you were moaning some moments ago. Just come with and I won’t let you starve and feel cold tonight. Later we can discuss some arrangements to get what you seek. Perhaps I may be of greater us than you’re thinking of.”