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 Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 8:16 pm
A small redheaded boy trudged down the street market, vendors hawking their goods. It was a busy morning and the weather was wonderful, but it didn’t seem to help the boy’s apparently gloomy mood. He seemed deep in thought, frowning. He had completely withdrawn into himself, unaware of his surroundings.
If you looked carefully, you might see an odd, glowing lump of something hiding under the collar of his shirt. Once in a while, it’d move, but seemed to prefer lying there limply, apparently reflecting the boy’s current state of mind. You had to wonder what happened to carefree children these days. What could possibly be preoccupying such a young mind?
Fear. It was something that had guided his life thus far. He was sick of it. Sick of the uncertainty it brought. Sick of the urge to run. It was time to do something about it. The orphaned boy finally had a role model to look up to, a mother, maybe even an older sister. He wanted to make her proud. For the first time, he had a real goal to strive towards. Had he never met Nina, the boy’s only thoughts in life would have been to make himself happy and to fill his belly. Now he had food. Now he had a reason to better himself.
Of course, the little boy’s thoughts were more abstract than that. He was only about eight years old, after all. He only knew his helplessness, and that it was something he wanted to leave behind. He lost everything once, when he was too young to understand. Now, he was beginning to realize how the world really worked. It was only the tip of the iceberg, but it was enough for now.
He wanted to be fearless.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 5:24 am
Nina runs out into the dark of night, the doors of the lab swinging closed behind her. She calls out Aylen's name, and listens as it echoes back to her. She doesn't want him to be alone now--oh, who is she kidding, she doesn't want to be alone either, not right now, not after what they have seen.
What is she doing playing mother? She doesn't know anything about taking care of a young man, about filling the hole his parents left when they died.
She only knows one thing, that she has taken responsibility for Aylen, and that means that if he falls in the way of danger, she is his only protector.
She pulls her shawl tight around her shoulders and walks the streets looking for the boy.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 6:51 am
((OOC:...Erm...this thread wasn't supposed to be a continuation of the Labs...plus, it's morning... sweatdrop ))
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