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Post by SC132B "XENON" on Jan 29, 2011 0:27:07 GMT -8
His assignment for today? Keep the youngest Reinhart child amused and happy while Kiara and Ethan went out with Niko and Stella, their two older children. This was easier said than done, since Xenon's charge was none other than six year old Paris. Not only was Paris loud and annoying, but she could not be easily satiated by any means that was in Xenon's grasp. Which meant that he would have to move. He was forced to leave the pleasant house in the Eastern district, simply because of the demands of an infuriating little girl. It wasn't like she even had any demands -- she simply yelled at him that she was bored, and that no, sleeping was not an option. She wanted to, of all things, do something that actually involved leaving the house. Apparently, she had to stretch her legs, and the New Child found it hard to believe that she couldn't stretch them simply by walking up and down the hallway a few times.
Thus he was dragged from his hazy half-slumber and forced to accompany her all over Arcis. Well, that last part was an exaggeration -- Arcis surely did not consist only of the White Plaza. That did not change that he'd had just about enough of walking for an entire week. Paris, on the other hand, only seemed to grow more and more exuberant with time -- grasping onto his hand tightly, she pulled him up the stairs to the Surface Museum. Xenon concealed a tired yawn behind his free hand, before reaching forward to open the door for the little girl. He barely had time to get in himself before she was dragging him down the hallway, bright eyes wandering here and there as she took in all the apparently fascinating sights of the "Surface World". What the world was like before the "disaster". Xenon couldn't really see what was so interesting about it; but maybe that had something to do with him being a New Child.
But that still didn't change the fact that, from what he could see, it was all fundamentally the same. The same sort of houses. The same sort of people. Except, there was something that was apparently called the "sky" and "weather", and that was what seemed to interest Paris the most. Breaking free from the lethargic New Child, she scampered up to a display that held information about the "four seasons": spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The young man yawned again, looking around, not interested enough to look with her. A lot of people were there today; mostly little children, like Paris, with their parents or the occasional New Child. After a few moments, he decided to lean against a column near the seasons display that Paris was fascinated by; when it didn't seem like she would be going anywhere soon, he decided to close his eyes, soon thereafter drifting into a state of half-asleep.
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Post by ARTEMIS VATCHELLE on Jan 29, 2011 1:06:48 GMT -8
 LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOORlet the bodies hit the floor[/font] Artemis woke up this morning with a notice sent to her computer: no work today due toMaintanance. She rolled her eyes., forcing herself not to march down there and demand work be presumed because the fact thhat someone needed a tile or carpet replaced was NOT a good enough reason to keep her away from the thing she ejnoyed the most.she managed to calm herself down and decided on what to do today. She already took a bath that morning, she had all the food and clothes one would need, so she decided to take a stroll and strech her legs. Seeing as her brain was the only muscle in her body that was used the most often (other than her shooting arm that was used ona daily basis, if you should know)a stroll would indeed be nice.
She walked therough the Northern District into the Western District and somehow managed to find herself in the eastern district. Pleased with herself, she continued to walk until she came across the Surface Meusume. When was the last time she had been here? Her.....fourth grade field trip when she was seven years old? Yeah, that seemed about right. She recalled the memories of the building. It had been so fun, once, and had been one of the few things that saved herf rom insanity. The surface items were so different. The people of the surface were very greedy and destructive, something she was not. Well, she was, but not in a sense of a whole with Acris. Sure, she might shoot a person or two, but she'd never destroy half of the southern district just because they refused to "pay their taxes". She'd never do that. At least, not without Parliment's permission. Texes were a part of functions while protecting human lives were her's. A little strange how that works out right?
Walking into the building, a small girl was running around, touching the valued object's glass cases and running round the place. She sighed. Not my problem, not my problem, she thought to herself.but it wasn't long until the girl ran iinto Artemis. The pink haired pirate General glared down at the small girl and quickly grabbed the girl's wrist before the child could do more harm. The girl twisted and strugled to get away, trying to go to a boy- no, a New Child- calling out his name. Letting go of the girl's hand, the child ran back to the New Child while Artemis followed.
She scowled at the boy, her arms crossed and her foot tapping. She "tsked" once before talking. "Wake up," she told him, demandingly. "Keep your sponcer under control," she said. She waited and thought for a second. A smile formed on her lips as she reached out her hand and introduced herself. "Artemis Vatchelle," she spoke, formally. Never had she treated a New Child with different respect than a human. Half the time, she barely saw a difference even if they were in an animal form. They still acted and thought like humans.
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Post by SC132B "XENON" on Jan 29, 2011 1:56:15 GMT -8
Content with the knowledge that Paris was still staring at the seasons display, Xenon continued sleeping, only half-conscious, his brain still registering words that were spoken but not quite understanding them. So when the little girl suddenly started shouting his name, it wasn't as if he noticed, too far off in "lala land" to even care. Not that he cared about many things. The human voices simply melded together, forming a reverberating background noise that merely served as a mild annoyance. And yet, it was oddly comforting, as it told him that there were still people here, that there was life and that Paris couldn't be too far off. He was nearly jolted out of his doze when a small body collided with his; resisting the urge to open his eyes (although he was now fully awake), Xenon decided to listen instead, curious as to what would happen next. He could hear someone else approaching, and at this Paris pressed herself tighter against him, arms wrapping around his leg in something like a death grip. Wake up. Keep your sponser under control.
He could certainly see -- or, rather, hear -- why Paris would be scared. The woman -- for it was a woman, wasn't it? the person that was speaking, the voice was feminine -- had a demanding, loud voice. That probably meant that she was an oppressive person, which meant it was best to listen to her, lest she decide he was committing a crime. Sighing loudly, blue eyes snapped open just as the woman -- no, girl -- outstretched her hand and introduced herself. Apparently, her name was Artemis Vatchelle. One of his hands drifted down to subconsciously pat Paris on the head, while his gaze rested on Artemis' hand, wondering whether or not to return the gesture. His free hand raised to his mouth, covering yet another yawn; a moment later he took her hand and shook it, as you were apparently supposed to do in such situations, as he had seen others do. "SC132B, name 'Xenon'," he said monotonously, his voice containing absolutely no trace of emotion whatsoever. While the formal action that this pink-haired girl had performed wasn't common, particularly toward New Children, he was so blasé that he couldn't bring himself to actually react.
He'd be lying if he said it didn't have to do with the fact that he was wondering whether or not he could close his eyes again. Sleep was valuable, after all, something that his pitiable charge had yet to learn.
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Post by ARTEMIS VATCHELLE on Jan 29, 2011 14:52:55 GMT -8
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOORlet the bodies hit the floor [/font] Artemis looked down at the girl as she held on to the New Child's leg. Hm, was she actually that scary? Well, she did have only one eye, but weren't kids told not to judge? Oh, who was she kidding? Even she was teased as a child for her pink hair or age, or both. Why expect this little one to be different? It feels like she's the only thing that's changed, that's evolved in this closed in world that she protected, and for what, really, if she was going to be feared by little kids. Oh well, she never liked the young ones anyways.
Listening to the New Child's voice she wondered...what the hell was wrong with this guy? No emotions what so ever? How disrespectful toher! She was one of the most importent people in this place! How dare her act as if she were just some random stranger? Well, even if she was some random stranger, she was more imprtent than the others. Did he even see her pink hair and eye patch? Damn, what was this world coming to? It was a bit annoying if you bothered to care what she thought about it all. She crossed her arms as she looked at this guy, deciding on how she should act.
"Nice to meet you, Xenon," she said, dropping her smile. She looked at the young girl and knelt down, the smile returning, but nicer. Saying a sorry to the girl for having been rude, she proceeded to whisper to the girl. "He's a bit silly, isn't he?" she whispered with a giggle, hoping it'd make the girl a little more comfortable. If it didn't work, of well, she tried her best. She straightened up and looked at him with a curious look, which quickly turned to a look of agitation.
"And?" Artemis said, wanting an apology for the child's rude behavoir of running around.
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Post by SC132B "XENON" on Jan 29, 2011 21:47:40 GMT -8
Just after introducing himself, he allowed himself to slip off into a half-awake daydream state, eyes growing unfocused, blatantly taking advantage of the fact that Miss Vatchelle’s attention had been diverted from him to the little girl instead. Such was the advantage of having a “cute little girl” around him; people barely paid any attention to him at all, instead favouring the little girl with a bright smile, which meant that he could sleep. Sleeping meant that he could leave the “real world” for just a little bit – preferably eternity, really – because then it meant that he didn’t have to do anything. He wouldn’t have to exert any more energy than was absolutely necessary, since he was asleep. Xenon stockpiled energy. To have it wasted on pitiful things such as taking Paris Reinhart out on a “walk” was simply…absurd and a waste of effort that could have been used on something much more worthwhile.
He decided to use his reprieve to ponder upon the pink-haired, one-eyed woman’s odd word choice. He was “nice to meet”? How so? Her “niceness meter” was rather skewed, he thought, if she enjoyed meeting bland young men that had no care at all. Then again, it wasn’t as if it mattered very much, did it? He was faintly aware of Paris pressing herself a bit tighter to his leg; heard the pink-haired girl giggle and felt the little girl’s death grip slackening slightly. His hand, still on top of the girl’s head, slid off lazily, fingers grazing the side of Paris’ face as his arm came to rest at his side. His gaze focused on the woman’s face, flickering from the eye patch to her other eye, just as she uttered one word. He blinked, blank, having absolutely no idea what this strange woman wanted from him. “And…?” he deadpanned, blinking again. And what? What did she want him to say? Do? Either option would require too much energy to actually perform, so it was inevitable that he would simply wind up doing nothing at all.
It was at that moment that Paris giggled and suddenly developed the courage to grin up to Miss Vatchelle, toothy smile spreading from ear to ear. “Hullo! Nice t’ meet you, Arrtiimisu!” she chimed, the woman’s name exaggerated preposterously as she tried her hand at pronouncing it, and apparently proud at having done it properly. The sudden, bright words were punctuated by a low, noncommittal sigh from Xenon as his eyes slid shut once more.
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