Post by Smeagollum on Aug 14, 2008 23:53:54 GMT -5
The sound of the sea washed the dawn, or few hours past. A few distant travelers were on the beach, and a herd of seagulls were scavengering about. One, in particular, had walked up to Kira, thinking to peck at her hair as if it was a bowl of worms. It, only, flew away with a cry when the lifeguard for the morning had shooed it away.
He kneeled down next to Kira and reached towards her neck to take her pulse. Good, she's still breathing, he thought to himself as his mind wandered through the main question of how long she was laying out there. Gently rubbing Kira's shoulder, he worked to calmly wake the girl up from her sleep.
"Hey," he said to Kira once he saw a peek of eyes looking towards the sand, "You ok?"
"Uhhh..." Kira responded, the only thing she was able to think of at the moment. Her head was throbbing, and she was trying to figure out where she was so she could remember how she got there. Housting herself up, Kira managed to sit in the sand, lips shut tight, and hand grasping hold of the back of her head.
"You seem a bit out of it," the lifeguard gave Kira the most generous notion he could muster together, seeing the condition of the poor girl. "Come on. Let's get you fed so you can think a little straighter, and then we will work on getting you back where you came from."
Unable to control herself, Kira simply followed the whim of the lifeguard as he helped her pick herself up to her feet and let her lean on him until he got her into a booth at the nearby diner. He turned to the closest waiter, whisphered something in his ear, and then ran back, heading out to his duties as lifeguard.
"So, there, little lady," the waiter tried to cheer Kira up, but he soon saw that Kira was a little too out of it to respond. "Alright, I will work on making this as easy as possible. You look like you really have had a rough night." He tossed down the menu on the table and pointed to a variety of pictures; then, when Kira nodded at the French toast, he quickly took up the menu and ran off, coming back in a jiffy.
"You able to talk, or are you just stunned?" he asked, sitting across from her, thinking company would be the best thing right then.
"Uhh.." Kira spoke, "I can talk. Gosh, my head is killing me."
"Oh, let me go and get you some Tylenol for that." With the comment, the waiter ran off once more and came back with two pills and a glass of water, both to which Kira took happily and rapidly."
"Rough night?"
"Honestly... I don't remember." Kira said, "I don't remember that much right now. Head still hurts too much to think." Kira was being honest for the first half of the statement; she, truthfully, could not recall what had happened the night before. However, besides that, she knew her name, status, and everything reguarding her being a mutant. Although, from past experience, she had learned that revealing to a complete stranger her mutant status was a bad idea, especially when you find yourself waking up in the middle of a beach not remembering what had happened the night before.
"Ahh.. a little bit of amnesia," the waiter smiled, "I am sure you can go to the police department, and they will help. I know of at least five guys they have helped there. Not too sure about women though, but I am sure they will like a change, especially for one as pretty as you." The waiter smiled, but held in a wink. He was trying to cheer Kira up. However, being one of the few on the earth that thought through his actions, he figured getting slapped was not a good way to start out the morning.
Kira smiled, "Yeah, probably." She was wanting to disappear off to the police station right then. After all, in Kira's mind, something big must have happened, and they would probably know a good amount about it.
"Ricky!" came an elderly yell from the back, "Customers!"
"Oh yes sir," the waiter yelled back and bid himself excuse from the table, "Sorry, ma'am, but I fear that I must leave."
Kira simply nodded her head at the waiter and gave him a soft smile as he jumped up from the table and assured her that he will be back in five or so minutes.
Once the waiter left, Kira sighed and moved into remorseful thought to herself. Her mind ventured through the course of life, thinking of the other bad circumstances she had been in and, about the time she had begun to eat her food and thank Ricky, she was starting to think of all of the people at the new mansion and was wondering how far that was from the place she was right then. It took about two thirds of the way through the French toast and halfway through the eggs for Kira's ears to pick up the sound of a television whispering in the background.
Turning herself full around, Kira's arm lay against the back of the booth, and her eyes were fixed on the screen of the television. Horror filled her mind as she comprehended the words and pictures that were coming from the television screen. "Mutants on the loose," it repeated, "The mutant threats have risen to a new high." It had continued through the scene of her and her clone flying through the town at least a dozen times, causing Kira's hands to shake in fear of being recognized and remembering what had happened, fully, that night, specifically being tossed into the ocean by her clone and the amount of pain that caused her from her phobia of water. A few whispers from around the room invaded her ears and caused her to evade the television set for a second, but, hearing the news of Pyro, Kira turned right back to the screen, with tears beginning to flow from her eyes and hatred starting to fill her heart. Like a synchronized motion, Kira tossed the napkin over the plate, hopped out of the booth, and rushed out of the front door, leaving with only a ring of the bell that was convientely hung on the doorframe.
A few people had noticed her leave. One of them might have recognized her, but that was even unlikely. From what Kira saw of the video, she didn't see her face that often. She was greatly mistaken. It wasn't noticeable from the beginning of her walk from her great determination to arrive at the police station. However, once she stopped in order to find someone and kindly ask where the police station was, she was looked down on in fear and disbelief that one of her kind would actually be talking to a human.
"Stupid human," Kira muttered under her breath, leaving the self-obsessed man behind and trudging along, hands in pockets.
"Hey girl," a voice came from behind, "hey!"
Kira turned herself around, ready to fight anything at the moment.
"Girl," a man, about in his 30's, walked up to Kira. He was in a black jacket, with a hood over his head and hiding himself from the world. "You looking for the mutant jail?"
Kira simply knodded her head, surprised anyone cared enough to talk to her.
"I thought so. I overheard you asking about a police station to a human," he responded, "you go down this road for about five blocks, turn right on Maine Ave., and you need to walk a little ways, but it will be on your left. You can't miss it. It is big, with barbed wire fences."
"It looks like a jail," Kira responded, happy that someone helped her.
"A bit worse than that," the man responded remorsefully. "You work with fire?"
"Yeah," Kira answered, trying to act calm, but wanting to leave right then. "And you?"
The man smiled; this girl was at least smart. He held out his hand, grabbing Kira's, and, after a moment, he let go and waited for Kira to notice.
"What did you do?" Kira asked, looking at the new shimmer in the palm of her hand.
"Nothing," the man said, causing the shimmer to go away.
"Illusion, awesome," Kira told the man, smiling up at him.
"Thanks," the man said, "Good Luck."
Kira nodded at the man and bid him thank you before turning around and walking in the direction towards the mutant jail.
He kneeled down next to Kira and reached towards her neck to take her pulse. Good, she's still breathing, he thought to himself as his mind wandered through the main question of how long she was laying out there. Gently rubbing Kira's shoulder, he worked to calmly wake the girl up from her sleep.
"Hey," he said to Kira once he saw a peek of eyes looking towards the sand, "You ok?"
"Uhhh..." Kira responded, the only thing she was able to think of at the moment. Her head was throbbing, and she was trying to figure out where she was so she could remember how she got there. Housting herself up, Kira managed to sit in the sand, lips shut tight, and hand grasping hold of the back of her head.
"You seem a bit out of it," the lifeguard gave Kira the most generous notion he could muster together, seeing the condition of the poor girl. "Come on. Let's get you fed so you can think a little straighter, and then we will work on getting you back where you came from."
Unable to control herself, Kira simply followed the whim of the lifeguard as he helped her pick herself up to her feet and let her lean on him until he got her into a booth at the nearby diner. He turned to the closest waiter, whisphered something in his ear, and then ran back, heading out to his duties as lifeguard.
"So, there, little lady," the waiter tried to cheer Kira up, but he soon saw that Kira was a little too out of it to respond. "Alright, I will work on making this as easy as possible. You look like you really have had a rough night." He tossed down the menu on the table and pointed to a variety of pictures; then, when Kira nodded at the French toast, he quickly took up the menu and ran off, coming back in a jiffy.
"You able to talk, or are you just stunned?" he asked, sitting across from her, thinking company would be the best thing right then.
"Uhh.." Kira spoke, "I can talk. Gosh, my head is killing me."
"Oh, let me go and get you some Tylenol for that." With the comment, the waiter ran off once more and came back with two pills and a glass of water, both to which Kira took happily and rapidly."
"Rough night?"
"Honestly... I don't remember." Kira said, "I don't remember that much right now. Head still hurts too much to think." Kira was being honest for the first half of the statement; she, truthfully, could not recall what had happened the night before. However, besides that, she knew her name, status, and everything reguarding her being a mutant. Although, from past experience, she had learned that revealing to a complete stranger her mutant status was a bad idea, especially when you find yourself waking up in the middle of a beach not remembering what had happened the night before.
"Ahh.. a little bit of amnesia," the waiter smiled, "I am sure you can go to the police department, and they will help. I know of at least five guys they have helped there. Not too sure about women though, but I am sure they will like a change, especially for one as pretty as you." The waiter smiled, but held in a wink. He was trying to cheer Kira up. However, being one of the few on the earth that thought through his actions, he figured getting slapped was not a good way to start out the morning.
Kira smiled, "Yeah, probably." She was wanting to disappear off to the police station right then. After all, in Kira's mind, something big must have happened, and they would probably know a good amount about it.
"Ricky!" came an elderly yell from the back, "Customers!"
"Oh yes sir," the waiter yelled back and bid himself excuse from the table, "Sorry, ma'am, but I fear that I must leave."
Kira simply nodded her head at the waiter and gave him a soft smile as he jumped up from the table and assured her that he will be back in five or so minutes.
Once the waiter left, Kira sighed and moved into remorseful thought to herself. Her mind ventured through the course of life, thinking of the other bad circumstances she had been in and, about the time she had begun to eat her food and thank Ricky, she was starting to think of all of the people at the new mansion and was wondering how far that was from the place she was right then. It took about two thirds of the way through the French toast and halfway through the eggs for Kira's ears to pick up the sound of a television whispering in the background.
Turning herself full around, Kira's arm lay against the back of the booth, and her eyes were fixed on the screen of the television. Horror filled her mind as she comprehended the words and pictures that were coming from the television screen. "Mutants on the loose," it repeated, "The mutant threats have risen to a new high." It had continued through the scene of her and her clone flying through the town at least a dozen times, causing Kira's hands to shake in fear of being recognized and remembering what had happened, fully, that night, specifically being tossed into the ocean by her clone and the amount of pain that caused her from her phobia of water. A few whispers from around the room invaded her ears and caused her to evade the television set for a second, but, hearing the news of Pyro, Kira turned right back to the screen, with tears beginning to flow from her eyes and hatred starting to fill her heart. Like a synchronized motion, Kira tossed the napkin over the plate, hopped out of the booth, and rushed out of the front door, leaving with only a ring of the bell that was convientely hung on the doorframe.
A few people had noticed her leave. One of them might have recognized her, but that was even unlikely. From what Kira saw of the video, she didn't see her face that often. She was greatly mistaken. It wasn't noticeable from the beginning of her walk from her great determination to arrive at the police station. However, once she stopped in order to find someone and kindly ask where the police station was, she was looked down on in fear and disbelief that one of her kind would actually be talking to a human.
"Stupid human," Kira muttered under her breath, leaving the self-obsessed man behind and trudging along, hands in pockets.
"Hey girl," a voice came from behind, "hey!"
Kira turned herself around, ready to fight anything at the moment.
"Girl," a man, about in his 30's, walked up to Kira. He was in a black jacket, with a hood over his head and hiding himself from the world. "You looking for the mutant jail?"
Kira simply knodded her head, surprised anyone cared enough to talk to her.
"I thought so. I overheard you asking about a police station to a human," he responded, "you go down this road for about five blocks, turn right on Maine Ave., and you need to walk a little ways, but it will be on your left. You can't miss it. It is big, with barbed wire fences."
"It looks like a jail," Kira responded, happy that someone helped her.
"A bit worse than that," the man responded remorsefully. "You work with fire?"
"Yeah," Kira answered, trying to act calm, but wanting to leave right then. "And you?"
The man smiled; this girl was at least smart. He held out his hand, grabbing Kira's, and, after a moment, he let go and waited for Kira to notice.
"What did you do?" Kira asked, looking at the new shimmer in the palm of her hand.
"Nothing," the man said, causing the shimmer to go away.
"Illusion, awesome," Kira told the man, smiling up at him.
"Thanks," the man said, "Good Luck."
Kira nodded at the man and bid him thank you before turning around and walking in the direction towards the mutant jail.